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The death of some eight-hundred elven tourists in a popular nightclub last night has sparked volence all across the Panteran nation. The club was a popular spot for elven tourists in the capitol of Toke. At roughly nine fifteeen, Panteran Standard Time, the club was destroyed by a large explosion, almost certainly caused by a bomb of some sort. Nearly every visitor and employee was killed, and the fire raged on into the night.

Though the elven population of Pantera is a small one, their outcry was immediate. The hours that followed were chaotic as a virtual race-war began and swept across the nation. Death tolls continue to increase, and the Lord Reaver has voiced his intent to declare martial law, and all elven assets in the Panteran nation forfeit, should their disobedience continue.

Reaver riot-squads have been reported in nearly a dozen cities across the Free Lands, and already reports of brutalities against rioters have flooded in. In the city of Gade fires in the elven quarter have been reported, but have not been confirmed.

Though he voiced his disdain for such atrocities when his ally, Crimmond, scourged a group of protestors, the Lord Reaver is known to be quite severe when dealing with disobedience, especially the non-human kind. He has vowed that those who planted the bombs will be brought to justice, but to no avail. The riots continue.

We'll keep you updated as the story unfolds...

The Evenstar's first official comment on the situation came moments ago, along with a tenfold increase in reports of violence against elves. Here it is:

The past day's events have been a trial on peaceloving Panterans across our lands. It appears that the terrible explosion last night that took the lives of so many elves was, indeed, caused by elven extremists belonging to the fringe group known as the 'Kindred', who attempted to place the blame on human hate groups. These bastards murdered their own kindred to, laughably, implicate myself and my government in such heinous deeds. Why? Because they, foolishly, believe that Pantera was the original homeland of the Elven race, their 'Prominesti', or 'promised land'.

Needless to say, this is not the case. Pantera is a Human land, and will remain so, now, and forever. With the elven problem becoming more of a nuisance, and outcry against their presence protested by good Panteran folk, I have no choice take a number of firm steps which, I believe, will return the Peace to my lands.

First, from henceforth a ban on immigration by elves will be in effect. The rough estimate of two thousand elven tourists currently en route to Panteran shores will be held until their intentions in Pantera may be ascertained.

Second, all elven property, Panteran or foreign-owned, are hereby forfeit and deemed the sole property of myself, the Lord Reaver, to be divided up to those poor human families who have lost loved ones and property to this terrible ordeal.

Third, all elven citizens of Pantera are, as of this moment, refugees. You are to report yourself to the nearest riot-squads for deportation. There will be no second call for deportation. Those who resist will be exterminated without remorse.

Fourth, the Lord Reaver will, out of his own coffers, purchase a mid-income home in the elven land of their choice for every family deported by this pogram.

And finally, the Lord Reaver urges those nations of the world who would take these refugees to step forward, and quickly, for there is no room in Pantera for such filth.

In closing I will state that I have no desire to embark on a campaign of extermination against the elves still in Pantera, but should noone step forward, they will be put down like so many stray dogs.
___________________
Dayne the Evenstar
Lord Reaver of Pantera
Drag the Waters of War

Offical response from zackarothian Goverment:

" We the archbishops of Zackaroth and the high Leader condem this act of racial bias. This is how genocides start. We also believe the Pantera goverment is covering for human terroists due to there racial bias. We do not ask...but demand proof that it was eleven terroists. We also open our ports to elves. If Pantera does respond we will enact an embargo upon them"

Offical response from zackarothian Goverment:

" We the archbishops of Zackaroth and the high Leader condem this act of racial bias. This is how genocides start. We also believe the Pantera goverment is covering for human terroists due to there racial bias. We do not ask...but demand proof that it was eleven terroists. We also open our ports to elves. If Pantera does respond we will enact an embargo upon them"

You 'demand' proof? The proof is in the charred corpses of almost a thousand nightclub-dancing elves. The proof is in elven riots across Pantera.

I would advise whoever makes decisions in Zackaroth to use a more polite tone, in the future, for -that- is how genocides start, with upstart fools, overreaching their bounds and demanding things from their betters. The elves being deported from Pantera are being treated with the upmost courtesy.

Any Zackarothian citizens in our nation may not fare so well, should there be further rudeness from their government.

-Evenstar

OOC: Tag. Looks great. :)

Lone Alliance official reply...

The investigation of said bombing seemed to be rigged and flawed. The logic of Elves bombing their own people is irrational. Due to the extremely rapid responses by the Government of Pantera, we have come to the conclusion that the bomb was planted by Government officials to provoke a hostile confrontation. This in turn would justifcy the Government to grant permission to exile the Elven people of Pantera, and to seize all of their assets to futher profit the Government. Therefor, The Lone Alliance declares the Government of Pantera at fault and demands harsh action be taken against them by concerned nations.

~From the desk of Lord Damien the Destroyer, Supreme Warlord of the Excessively Armed Empire of Automagfreek~

The Excesively Armed Empire herby orders The Lone Alliance to withdraw its demands immediatly. Fools such as yourself are ignorant to the long lasting Elven-Reaver feud that has lasted in Pantera for decades. Even long before my own time great clashed between the races took place constantly, so this is nothing new.

But I am more concerned about your tone, little one. It would be unwise for you to speak in such a manner to the Lord Reaver, for through the Blood Pact and the might that is Gholgoth, whatever it is you say to him you say to me. You demand harsh action by concerned nations? Perhaps it is you and the well being of your country that other nations should be concerned about.

Stay your tongue, lest you might to lose it.

http://img193.exs.cx/img193/9893/dreadfireflames4fw.jpg
---Damien the Destroyer---
-Supreme Warlord of AMF-

Response from Zackarothian officals:

What we see if fraud and and trickery. We know this was setup by the goverment for an excuse to kill them. Your goverment is biased and genocidial. You need not worry about our citzens over there because we barred travel there a few hours ago. if you should harm our citzens we shall kill yours in cruel and brutal ways. An eye for Pantera. For every Zackarothian you kill we kill 2 more Pantera citzens.

Response from Zackarothian officals:

What we see if fraud and and trickery. We know this was setup by the goverment for an excuse to kill them. Your goverment is biased and genocidial. You need not worry about our citzens over there because we barred travel there a few hours ago. if you should harm our citzens we shall kill yours in cruel and brutal ways. An eye for Pantera. For every Zackarothian you kill we kill 2 more Pantera citzens.

Threats will see your nation burned and your peoples killed, fool. Perhaps you should step back and reassess this situation. You are nothing. Your people are nothing, and your demands are: NOTHING.

As my esteemed friend Dreadfire pointed out, the elven/Reaver feud has lasted near a millenium, while the Lord Reaver's through that time have -always- allowed the elven population to live in peace. This new fringe group known as the 'Kindred' have finally forced my hand, however. There is no room in Pantera for the elven race, nor is there room for further discussion.

The internal security of the Free Lands is paramount to -any- one group's well being, and I do not intend to allow such slights to go unpunished. These Kindred planted this bomb in order to place blame on human interests, and to foster elven rebellion within the Panteran heartlands. They have failed, and have only doomed themselves to banishment from Pantera.

I am pleased to announce that deportations have been running smoothly. Near a million-odd elves have been displaced into refugee camps in southron Pantera, and wait to be transported to their new homes. It is my fervent hope that nothing interferes with this process, for my retaliation will be swift and utterly merciless.

To those sniveling nations who cry out against my pogram, I have this to say: Steer clear of my lands and my interests, for aside from a pit to dump our elven refuse, you mean nothing to us. Mind your tongues, lest I take them.
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Dayne the Evenstar
Lord Reaver of Pantera
Drag the Waters of War

To: Dayne the Evenstar
From: B. Snowlander

Dayne, my fellow Gholgothan. I am sorry to hear about the riots and wish to offer a helping hand. Unlike your nation, the elves and human in my nation have gotten along for decades without dispute. We have seen what can come in this world from oppression against elves, and we wish to save any ally from the annoyances of the hundreds of nations crying out against it.

We would be more than happy to take any of these refugees off of your hands. Be they one or a million, the numbers do not matter. We will accept your elves into our nation. As our ports are always open to any Gholgothan ally, you can send them by sea or by air, all we need is to document them as Sigman citizens once they get here.

Sincerely,
Brad Snowlander

Snowlander:

We applaud your efforts, and accept your offer. Transports have begun loading, and should depart Pantera within the next day. Initial estimates put the number of refugees at just under sixteen-million individuals. With such a staggering number, we will, of course, keep the remainder in the refugee camps until space in your own nation, or another, may be found to accomodate them.

-Evenstar

Official Statement from Spanigland

"We are appaled and disgusted at your attitude towards elven kind, your alegations that the elves carried out the attacks themselves seem false, and why, why do act against all of them, if only a few did wrong?
Do you break all of your plates if one is chipped?
Do you throw away oll of your apples if one is bruised?
You know you're just starting a civil war, or even a genocide. And just because they aren't human, are they not still YOUR people?
Surely you cannot do such things as to call them scum, or compare the mass slaughter of your own people the "putting down of stray dogs"?
We welcome refugees with open arms, though, but would rather they wouldn't have to be refugees.
Your words just fuel the flames of hatred towards your nation. And we have joined the ever-growing inferno."

Official Statement From the Ministry of Foreign Affairs

The Free Republic will remind the international community (as it does at all such times that we notice) that the Free Republic has open door policy on refugees of any race from anywhere in the world. The Free Republic is always more than happy to accept refugees , outcasts and persecuted persons within it's vast borders.

We aren't entirely sure what an 'elf' is (we believe you may be referring to Longeavi) but they are welcome within the Free Republic if they no longer wish to call Pantera home.

We will also re-iterate our stance that what actions a nation takes within it's own borders , no matter how biased or unsavoury, is a purely internal matter.

Sir Alec Connover,
Minister of Foreign Affairs, Ilek-Vaad

The first elf-laden transport out of Pantera had barely entered international waters when radio contact was lost with the crew. Within moments, though, it was regained, but a new aptain resided over the vessel. His message was that he had ordered the ship turned about, and that the elven detainees aboard ship and still ashore be released to return to their lives in Pantera.

The consequeces of delay would be the lives of the hundred-odd civilian crew that had been overwhelmed by the elves. Their broadcast was ended with a prayer that they be granted return to their 'Prominesti'.

The ship soon reentered Panteran waters, and within moments were accosted by a dozen warships, fresh from the shipyards and riding sleek in the waters. Their message was broadcast quickly: Encroaching vessel! Your demands are denied, and your hopes are shattered. Release the human prisoners immediately and submit to justice, or you will be destroyed and your kinsmen flain alive. You have ten minutes to submit to the Lord Reaver's Justice... Encroaching vessel! Your demands are denied...

In the Panteran capitol, the Evenstar called for a press conference almost immediately upon hearing of the episode, but remained silent until the situation was resolved, one way or another.

Zackaroth, Pantera is a LOT bigger than you. The government of Blackledge does not wish to see this problem increase in size and location.
So other nations should probably limit their 'demands' to Pantera. It sounds like they're doing their best to resolve the situation.

---------Republic of Marric----------
-------Dept. External Affairs--------

---OPEN LETTER---

The People and Government of Marric are concerned about the apparent haste with which the leadership of Pantera have come to their course of action. While we agree this remains mainly an internal affair, we would hope that your government would appease world opinion through a more transparent investigation.
With the information we have recieved, we are of the opinion that a small group operates in your nation with the intention of increasing racial tensions. Having observed your response it would seem they have accomplished that.
That said, we would be glad to work with officials to screen possible refugees that might arrive here, as we have no intention of harbouring possible terrorists.

Praetor Allan Orford

Size doesnt matter. They may have power but can they use it well. If they dare attack us we will be sure to take as many as possible with us. If we die then many of them will die with us.

The Archbishops of Zackaroth.

Marric']
With the information we have recieved, we are of the opinion that a small group operates in your nation with the intention of increasing racial tensions. Having observed your response it would seem they have accomplished that.


The only thing these dogs have accomplished is to incur my wrath, as the fools of Zackaroth are liable to do. Perhaps they should study a bit of history, for my nation is known for grinding craven worms to dust.

My patience runs thin. I have been merciful and accomodating, up to this point, but no longer. These fools, flocking from their hole's to whine at me, should have been content with my generosity. As it stands, I have denied their 'demands', laughed in their faces, and recieved insults. That ends at this moment.

The time for mercy is at an end. Elven deportation will continue, as will Reaver efforts to 'shock' the resistors into submission.

-Evenstar

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As the ten minute time limit expired, the Reaver warships came to life. A final warning was broadcast, to no avail. For a long, terrible moment, the world seemed to wait. A dozen camera's were trained on the vessels, and a dozen satellites were beaming the images across the world. Billions of people watched as the moment came to an end...

...And the peaceful moment of eternity was shattered by the concussion of the mighty guns of the warships. Only half of the dozen ships fired, and one of the shells exploded too soon and simply bathed the hull of the transport in flame and shrapnel, but the next five hit their marks. The bulky, lumbering transport bucked and tosses in the water, a large gout of flame flaring out of a hole in the hull, and another on the deck.

A hundred, a thousand different newsmen chattered in a thousand different languages, their voices choked from the moment of carnage, and the terrible aftermath. Their emotion-sodden voices pointed out inane details as the ship continued to burn, but soon they quieted and watched, mere spectators themselves.

Charred bodies floated in the water, a few with flames still licking at them. The ship had begun to buckle, and the rending tear of metal could be heard above the beat of the Reaver rescue choppers that were arriving, ladders dangling in a rescue effort for the few that could remain alive after such destruction.

Another explosion rocked the ship, rocketing a flaming elf from it's bowels and high into the air, completing the break. The two halves of the ship bobbed for a few moments, and finally began to go under. More Reaver aircraft began to fill the skies, and outgoing transmissions were terminated.

The final scene, before military jamming rendered the satellite feeds useless, was a horribly burned elven man being pulled from the waters. He had a large shard of shrapnel embedded in his chest, and below it, a purple-inked tattoo of a jagged cross. The look on his face one of disgust, the Reaver rescue worker produced a pistol and emptied it into the elf's body. The gouts of blood faded into blackness and was finally cut to the stunned faces of a thousand reporters.

TheHigh-leader watched from his throne room. He placed his hands togther and smiled. He pressed a button on his desk. "Inform the police and military to be ready for raids. The target will pantera citzens. Tell them its not KOS but to capture and take into custody. They can beat them for whatever reason just keep them alive. Also get the record keepers to bring up all the pantera tourists or have come from pantera in the last year. Get there supposed locations and have the men id them first before beat them. That is all" he said. A yes sir came from the speaker. Withen the first two hours the police and army were to begin there raid upon Zackaroth.

The flurry of activity in Zackaroth had not gone unnoticed, and the Evenstar was readying himself for the inevitable reprisals from those who protested his methods in dealing with the elven situation. Though the exact nature of Zackaroth intentions was not known, it was safe to say that there would be some sort of attack.

Though the number of Panterans in Zackaroth were few, any sort of retaliation for their mishandling would have to be swift and bruatally severe. Panteran pride was at stake, and the foolish little band of cowards could not be allowed to get away with any action against Pantera, or her citizens.

He wasn't pleased with his troop strengths currently in the Zackaroth theatre, but they would do. A small carrier group sat some six hundred miles from Zackaroth, in international waters, with another, larger, perhaps a thousand miles away. Together, they could cause Zackaroth much trouble, until a larger Reaver force could be brought up, but he was praying it would not come to that. Surely these fools had to know that Pantera, and through her, Gholgoth, would never tolerate any sort of slight from such a lesser nation as Zackaroth.

He shook his head, snorting. They probably were that stupid, but either way, Zackaroth was in serious trouble, if they thought to further impede the his pogram. The thought of tossing a few elves out of a plane above Zackaroth brought a smile to his face as he ordered his far fleets to begin preperations for battle, but he knew he wouldn't. Ruthless the Evenstar was, but -needlessly- cruel, he was not.

OOC: Tension doesn't really "erupt." Tension is a simmering, just-below-the-surface issue. It would make more sense to say, "Racial violence Erupts in Pantera," because violence can erupt.

On a related note, TAG.

The high-leader knew it would mean war would break out if he killed the Paterna but what if...?? He smiled devilishly. He called the arch-bishops and announced his plan. They didnt like it but it would...be sneakey. Withen minutes All the Pantera citzens gathered were quietly stealthy loaded on threw boats. They were forced to walk in the underground tunnels of Zackaroth. When they to the end they were board on a battleship and stowed away. The battle ship had two escorts. They were very much armed. They were made to look threatening. The High-leader had gotten reports of a carrier six hundred miles off the coast of Zackaroth. Each ship was filled with Pantera citzens that were sercetly loaded. The 3 ships headed out straight torward were the supposed carrier was. The high-leader hope his satelite info was not wrong.

The Lone Alliance Reply to the most recent attack.

It seems your actions have failed to 'shock' resistance, as you claim, in fact you have now made Martyr's out of the Elven resistors of the captured Refugee ship. You have also declared hostile actions against nations who have protested your actions.
-President Rabin

National News___

In a 10 to 8 vote, Lone Alliance officials allow mobilization of the Lone Alliance Naval task force alpha, Which has recently returned from a fire support mission in The republic of Rubaran. After resupply the Task force will proceed to International Waters for Defense purposes and to provide aid should Zackaroth come under attack.

Naval General Serov has been placed in command of said forces.

Republican News Services

Elven deportations and violence

As the Panteran government continues to round up elven citizens and deport them, a single ship was taken by a group of detainees. They attempted to return to port, but, when they ignored orders to cease, they were fired upon. Public outrage at the increasing violence has been somewhat subdued, though official responses to the Government's concerns about the handling of the situation have sparked several anti-Panteran protests. The People and Government will likely discuss this situation tomorrow when they meet but highly placed officials say it is unlikely that there will be any further action taken against Pantera. One aide to Consul Sanders was quoted as saying "This is an internal affair. They have the right to remove the elves from their land. We may not agree with their methods or their timeframe, but we do not generally respond to situations like this."
Praetor Orford (External Affairs) said that they would be willing to supply several transport planes to help ease the tension at the ports and expedite the resolution of this conflict.

The approach of the Zackaroth ships was easily handled. When they left their own territorial waters, the Reaver ships moved to intercept. Their aircraft lifted off, and soon their rival ships were in serious danger. Their hail was brief,"Zackarothian ships. You are to turn back into your own harbors at once. Further passage is denied you. I repead, further passage denied. Return to your home harbor, or prepare for combar. You have one minute to reply."

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In far Pantera, the Evenstar was laughing. Perhaps he would request that Dreadfire destroyed this Lone Alliance. Idiot Alliance was a more fitting term. Their time would come, but for the moment, he returned his attention to the reports before him, detailing the report of a captured elven criminal, and the merits of his public execution.

Transmission intercepted...
Connected...
Displaying...

This is FOE diplomat Majit Himesot speaking on the behalf of the FOE. Upon news of this event, the FOE Foreign Affairs Administration has unanimously agreed to withdraw and extract our citizens to prevent harm to them from terrorist acts. We are sending a civilian hospital ship,the Tower Shield, to bring our citizens back to the FOE. The ship is unarmed with only medical personel on board with the sole purpose of FOE citizen extraction and nothing more. This will ensure that our citizens will not be in danger of terrorist attack and prevent FOE intervention in Pantera. We will aid you in whatever means necessary to eliminate the terrorist threat should you want to seek assistance. Thank you for your cooperation.

..end transmission...

Sir Alec rooted around in his drawer for a cigar, he just couldn't be out, finding one, he held it to light it, only to have it snatched away by his aide Mr. Cherkess.

"No smoking in the Ministry sir." He stated matter of factly as he laid out the satellite images of the Panteran and Zackarothian fleets playing chicken with each other, and some pictures of the dead Panteran longeavi.

"Looks like war Alan." Sir Alec stated "Let's give these Zackerothi a way out before lots and lots and lots of people start dying."

Mr. Cherkess nodded "Good idea sir.

"It's a fine idea Stanley." He stated as he typed

to: His Excellency High Leader of Zackaroth and Lord Dane the Evenstar of Pantera
from: Minister of Foreign Affairs, Ilek-Vaad

Re: War

Dear respected gentlemen,

I can not help but notice the two of you growing ever closer to bloody conflict. I would ask that you both reconsider. I am not going to pass judgement on either side but simply offer you both a neutral venue to work out this situation before it spirals out of control.

I hope that both of you will at least attempt diplomacy before choosing war. I would be most pleased to host your representatives to a frank and earnest discussion at resolving your differences and averting war."

I thank you,

Sir Alec Connover
Minister of Foreign Affairs, Ilek-Vaad

"Twice in two months I've offered a hand to foreigners, I'm quite the good samaritan." Sir Alec said pouring himself a drink.

The nation of Joseph Seal strongly condemns Pantera's actions against the elves, calling themn "inhumane" and "unjust". However, the nation does not wish to get involved in war, and asks that all elves currently being deported be sent to the nation of Joseph Seall. That is all.

-Joseph Seal

The ships did not stop. They kept chugging along. Its as if they ingoring the carrier. They moved to the side only to aviod. The high-leader smiled as he was getting the reports from the captien. The captien knew death was coming but He would proudly embrace. He slowly manuvered his ship. Death was coming...

The carrier group kept it's distance, but the commander didn't like the situation. They were up to something, otherwise there would have been a reply. He chewed a lip for a few moments, then he barked a quick order.

Within moments, three choppers, heavily-laden with Reavers, flew toward the Zackarothian ship. Their lines dangling below the birds, the soldiers made ready to board the ship, and to annihilate any resistance.

A final warning was given,"Zackarothian ship. You have run out of time. Prepare to be boarded, and to surrender your vessel. Yould you resist, it will be considered an act of War by Pantera, and your nation will be punished for it's transgressions. This is your final chance at a peaceful resolution. Prepare to be boarded..."

And with that, the first wave of Reavers went down the lines.

-=Offical Statement=-

The Confederacy of Dae Uhl will take on the Elvish refugees, where they shall be brought to our country where they may live. Though I warn them, they will not feel at home in a land full of Protoss, we are of a different kind of creation.

Though they are more than willing to come and establish a life here under the rule of the Great Judicator.


Secret IC
To: The Lord Reaver
From: The Great Judicator

Firstly, we depise humans just as much as we do elves. However, if you willingly and peacefully hand over the elves, we will ensure the elves are properly exterminated. The last thing Dae Uhl wants is more potential human allies.

Secret IC
To: The Lord Reaver
From: The Great Judicator

Firstly, we depise humans just as much as we do elves. However, if you willingly and peacefully hand over the elves, we will ensure the elves are properly exterminated. The last thing Dae Uhl wants is more potential human allies.

Encrypted reply as follows:

Negative. Human interests are Pantera's only interests. Extra-sol nations have no bearing on Panteran policy.

-Evenstar

OOC: A polite way of saying no FT, please.

{OOC: Who said I was FT? I'm a Modern-tech Protoss. During the Aeon of Strife, some of the Protoss got away, yadda, yadda, yadda, and we've only advanced to Modern Tech.}

IC:

Encrypted Reply:

"We do hope you change your mind."

We are glad to announce all of our citizens have been removed from Pantera. We wish Pantera good fortune in their struggle against the elven terrorists, and the FOE will be glad to assist Pantera if they so desire. We will also turn any terrorist detainees that are suspected of terrorist activities in the FOE over to Panteran custody.

First Speaker Fratelli was looking over the current incidents with great interest. Imitora had once been an ally of Pantera, but regretfully, the alliance faded when Imitora was forced to pick sides between two allies, and did not pick Pantera. But that, at this point, was not the issue.

Imitora had never had an elven population, and Fratelli didn't mind that. She had enough problems with the minority protestants, the last thing she needed to deal with was a bunch of upity pointy eared wierdos who thought they were better than everyone else. She sighed, knowing at this point, reason was out of the question. Of course, opinion, wasn't.

She called up FtAdm. Thomas Dodge, the Imitoran Minister of War, and had him arm the Hunter Killer satalites. She wanted anything looking at Imitora after the anouncement was made shot on sight. Well, not sight, but detection. Following that, she released a public statement.

To all nations concerned,

I'm not really to much concerned with the current events in the Pantaran and Zackarothian areas, as to me, it is, well, at this point redundant.

Elves, unlike most, are generally logical beings. In fact, generally is a bit under stated. Elves are all logical beings. Its what they thrive on. Logic. Something that, at this point, is obviously no longer the concern of anyone involved. This is really not all that suprising to me, as I look at the dosier on the nations involved.

But that is all above the point. Do we believe that the Panteran government set up the bomb, and detonated it, to have an excuse to deport all elves in thier nation? Yes. Do we think they did by far the most idiotic, and illogical thing by just now shelling a ship full of elves? Of course. Do we think that going to war over this is a worthless endevour? No doubt. Do we care? No.

At this point, it looks as if someone needs to be the voice of reason, so with this, I will attempt to be that voice.

To the Zackarothians, why do you even care? So what if the Panterans want to eject elves from their nation? It is their nation, and they can do as they please with it. So what if they want to kill elves, gays, Jews, liberals, or what they please? It has no bearing on your nation, so sacrificing the lives of your people in a war which you will loose is seemingly worthless. No one in your nation would have been harmed from this, but you chose to interact, and intervene in a set of politics which you do not understand, nor will you ever.

To the Panterans, I ask the same question, why do you care? So what if some nation dislike what you are doing. Forget it. You can do as you damned well please, and you would anyways, so why send your nation's children to die in a war for nothing. They started it, you say? No, they pushed back. If you hand't of pushed in the first place, and simply ignored them, none of this would have happened. Its for pride, you say? What pride. The pride of destroying some piss ant nation less than a hundreth the size, less than a millionth the power, of yours? God forbid someone disagree with you, lest they incur your rath. Does pride keep you warm at night? Does it feed your hungry, or cloth you when you go out? No. So get over it.

Disagree with me if you must, but this is all just an obvious cover up for a snafu on the part of two nations. Pride has always been the downfall of the large, and I feel that here it will be no different. However, I will just sit an watch, I have no need, nor reason, to intervene. But I will say one thing, do not try to toy with us. We will have no qualms, no hardships, and no regrets in retaliation.

Signed

First Speaker Anna Sophia Fratelli
First Speaker of Imitora, Protector of Her Lands, Leader of Her Peoples, Voice of the Domain

The emperor of Joseph Seal, after hearing Fratelli's statement, couldn't help but nod his seal-ish head in agreement. Like it or not, it was none of Joseph Seal's business.

Nevertheless, that wouldn't stop him from trying to save a couple thousand elvish lives without violence. Besides, elves, were smart, logical beings. They'd make great advisors, doctors and scientists.

After barking, growling, and "arfing" his speech to his top human advisor, the human tapped into Pantera's satilite feed and issued a public statement.

To the government of Pantera,

The emperor of Joseph Seal concurs with the First Speaker of Imitora, and advises that the leader of Pantera heeds the First Speaker's advice and stop this unecessary war.

The emperor also requests that all elves being deported, forcefully and voluntary, from Pantera be sent to the nation of Joseph Seal, which will gladly take in the elves. The emperor awaits your response.

Emperor Arfus Sealous
First Advisor Robert Pang

As the advisor finished the statement, the emperor nodded and looked back down at his paperwork, hoping beyond hope this would all turn out alright.

(O.O.C.= This is heating up)
Lone Alliance Message: Naval Task force in position to prevent non Combatants from being placed under fire, no action is to be taken on Pantera.
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[International Waters, within scouting range of Zackaroth]
General Serov stood on the bridge of the BC Class Flagship, Topaz examining the current situation. "Sir, they've launched three choppers at the Zackarothian ship, what are your orders?" Came the radar official. "All ships to Full stop, move to anti air defensive positions, have all torpedo boats move to the rear." "Will do, Sir, but are we to help Zackaroth?" "Negative, this is international waters, both sides have the right to attack the other, Prepare Lauchers 6 8 and 10 for defensive purposes, no forces are to engage either side, make sure no neutral ship gets within range of this engagement."

Alpha Force
1 BC Battle Cruiser Topaz: 4 20 In guns, 12 Tomahawk Lauchers
6 Gattling AA guns.
3 Ageis Cruisers: 6 Long Range Surface to Air Missile defense systems. 2 Laser anti air systems, 3 Gattling AA guns each.
6 PT Patrol boats: 6 Torpedo Tubes one use, 5 in defensive gun.
2 DD Destroyer: 4 16 Inch Guns, 2 SAM systems, one anti Mine Helicopter.
1 Light Carrier: 4 Gattling AA guns, 2 Sam sytems, 16 Aircraft. (Type TBD)

Only a few words were heard was: " Need help Pantera citzens attacking...need.help-" suddenly the ship exploded the minute the reavers landed. The two other ships were so close that were damged greatly in the lowered area and began sinking fast.

In Zackaroth...

The High Leader smiled. This is extactly what he hopped for. The Pantera citzens would get weapons kill the crew and attack the captian causing him to press the self-desturct button on the ship in order to prevent capture on the ship. he knew this could mean war thats why he had a surprise waiting for the any invading naval forces on land and sea. He pressed a button on his council. " Get the Artagon ready and its little friends. This will be there test run." he said smiling.

The images that were broadcast on Spanigland's National Broadcasting Association, deeply upset and and hurt Dr. Basilo F. Armando, our prime minister. Tears of anger run down our nations face at the tradgedy that had happened in Pantera. We are horrified at both the Human and Elf actions, we still do not belive that the original attack was carried out by elf kind, and because of the highly violent actions of the government of Pantera, we have more reason to belive they carried out the initial attack in order to spur racial hatred.
Words cannot describe how sorry we feel for any passive, peaceful, good people and elves have been caught in the middle of this, and who have died as a result of terrible governing and bais.
We, however, don't believe that millitary action towards the nation is a good idea, as it will just put casualties on ALL sides and seems rather redundant.

~From the desk of Lord Damien the Destroyer, Supreme Warlord of the Excessively Armed Empire of Automagfreek~



Fools....you are all fools. Obviously you know not the lessons the mighty nation of Pantera taught the world many years ago. Obviously you have never heard the tales of war and death, salted over with the ashes of the dead and dripping with fresh gore. Fools, you are all god damn fools.

No further warning will be given, because frankly it has been a good long while since I have seen Pantera utterly grind another nation into the ground. It has been too long since the Reavers last wreaked ungodly havok upon ignorant, craven dogs such as yourself. It has been too long since the Lord Reaver stuffed the arrogant words of an overconfident foe back down his throat.

Automagfreek would not dare involve itself in this conflict and deprive the Reavers of Pantera of their kill. However, should the Lord Reaver wish to make sport of this, I will gladly join in.....personally.

I can promise this to all who think to march against Pantera: I promise that it will be the final mistake you will ever make, and the Reavers will bring death upon you quicker than you ever could have imagined.

Perhaps this is a lesson you will only learn through pain. Either way, Sleep Now In The Fire.

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---Damien the Destroyer---
-Supreme Warlord of AMF-

"Imitora." The Evenstar spoke the word as a curse, but he was not truly worried. Regardless of what the fools thought, he had not set the bomb, nor was it placed under his orders. Indeed, all the evidence put before him placed the blame at the door of these Kindred. Still, he seriously doubted Imitora stupid enough to involve itself further. Combative and surly they were, but stupid, they were not. Self preservation was an instinct they possessed.

He was not so sure about these other fools, though. The Zackarothian situation had turned sour very quickly. He had not intended to annihilate them, merely to shut them up and continue the deportation. Now, though, they had, apparently, attacked and killed a number of Panteran citizens, as well as destroying one of the choppers, and all aboard. Near sixty Reavers had gone down.

It was an episode that could -not- go unpunished. His hesitation was momentary, and as he called for a communications officer, he caressed the hilt of the sword that leaned against his desk,"Get me Dreadfire. We have business..."

To: Dreadfire
From: Evenstar
Encryption: #B-U-D-420

Damien. One would have thought that threats would be enough to annihilate any thought of resistance of such a coward nation, yet it seems the lessons of nations past do not make the example one would wish. I truly hoped these deportations would go without incident, but I have been thoroughly disappointed. 'Genocide' would be much easier, no? Especially when I am being accused of such nonsene, anyway. Still, I have more honor than that. Upstarts will be destroyed, while those who go peacefully will be allowed to live in peace. Much like my new enemy, Zackaroth. I had hoped he would realize his errors, and lower his eyes. It, sadly, is not so, and must be punished.

Perhaps it is time that Gholgoth scorched a nation or six from the earth. Perhaps the pyres will serve as a reminder to future upstarts that we are not to be fucked with

I have ordered a partial mobilization of fleets abroad and at home. And, should you choose to accompany me to those far shores, we will once again bathe ourselves in glory.

-Evenstar

OOC: Alright. I didn't really want to let this degenerate into war, but if it must, I'm going to request that ALL sides involved limit themselves to three nations apiece. No nukes. No bullshit.

General Reply

Recipients: Lord Sauron Reborn/JosephSeal

Your offers are appreciated, but as of now deportation of Pantera's elves into Sigma Octavias is going well. Our own military transports have been 'reappropriated' by Reaver troops. Those remaining to the deportation efforts are loaded to capacity, and are only sufficient for one destination.

However, if your own ships would care to come for the elves, we will set up the far eastern Panteran Isle of Braavos for a new deportation center. You may, if you wish, pick up shiploads of deportees from there.

The approximate beginning estimate of eight-million elves to be deported has been sliced to just over six-million, with more leaving every hour. Save for a token sum of sixty-three thousand criminal and terrorist detainees, the deportations should be complete in the next two weeks, possibly the one-next week, with assistance from the nations of Lord Sauron and Joseph Seal.

-Evenstar

Encrypted attachment for Lord Sauron Reborn:

I will tolerate no treachery. I dislike orcs and I dislike you. I want these elves gone, but I will not deliver them into the flames unless they resist me. Keep that in mind.

.E

Any elves you wish to be deported to us may be, we have sent a warship to escort the transport into spaniglands borders.

Dreadfire smashed his tankard into the stone table top from which he picked it up. For the first time in many months he had a smile on his face, a sick and twisted smile it was, but a smile nonetheless. The Evenstar was right. Too many thought that the fortress known as Gholgoth would simply sit by and let outsiders simply pick it to pieces. Too many failed to see the dangers in front of them, and just as a curious child eventually touches the hot burner on the stove, so must the foolish few who dared to think they could ever stand on the same plane as those of Gholgoth.

~From the desk of Lord Damien the Destroyer, Supreme Warlord of the Excessively Armed Empire of Automagfreek~

To: Dayne the Evenstar, Lord Reaver of the Free Lands of Pantera

The words you speak are true in every respect, and they reflect those of The Bronze himself. Nations and empires do not fear Gholgoth, in fact most have probably never heard of it. But all that is about to change with the rising of the war tides, bank on that.

Should these upstarts draw swords against you I will personally rise up to greet them. When one Gholgothian is wronged, all Gholgothians are wronged.....and The Destroyer of worlds does not like to be wronged.

Should this come to war I will personally lead my Sentinel legions to victory, and between us both we shall divide and take what we please. By force, the world will hear our voice and tremble before our presence when the dust settles, and our victory is inevitable.

Automagfreek and its endless wrath pledges itself to the Panteran cause, now and forever. If our foes do not stand down from the show of force I am about to display, then let the flood gates open.

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---Damien the Destroyer---
-Supreme Warlord of AMF-


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Within minutes, activity at every major AMF military base exploded. Hundreds of thousands of Sentinels began scurrying around for their combat gear, and ships off the coast of the AMF mainland began crowding the shore. Hundreds of tones of supplies were being loaded into every combat and transport ship imaginable....including the nearly 900 meter long Sentinel class Super Dreadnought.

The emperor, after reading the message sent to him and that other nation, Lord Sauron Reborn, sighed in relief. Maybe things would work out well after all.

The emperor then sat in silence and thought, he needed to get as many elves out of there as he could, give them a better home. And there was something... strange, wrong, about the nation Lord Sauron Reborn. He wasn't so sure if the elves would actually be happy in that nation.

The emperor lumbered out of his seat. He had to move fast. He called for Robert, his top advisor, and spoke, or more like barked and growled, out his orders. The advisor nodded at each word, then rushed off as the emperor finished.

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The military air bases of Joseph Seal suddenly became alive with activity. Pilots rushed to their aircraft, ground crew made hasty final checks. And soon, the sky was alive with the sight of thousands of military helicopters rising into the air. The silence non-existant with the sound of rotors cutting through the air.

As all helicopters and transport planes rose into the air, they were joined by commercial and cargo aircraft and civilian cargo helicopters. It was a race now. A race to get the most elves as they could before the nation Lord Sauron Reborn would even reach Pantera. The aircraft were faster than ships, and although the transport ships had a head start, the copters and planes would catch up shortly AND overtake the boats. They would then land at the nearest costal airport, the closest to where the elves were being sent deported, and the men would rush the elves AWAY from the docks and to the airstrips, where they could take as much as they could and then some.

OOC: Combined, I think these aircraft will be able to take 400 million elves, if they were TIGHTLY packed together like sardines, but ah well. :p

As the flash of the explosion cleared, the Zackarothian ship was no more, at the same time the the Panteran Chopper that had been hovering over the ship was spinning out in flames, crashing into the sea seconds later. "Holy ****!" came the reply from most of the people on the bridge. "Full reverse, Full reverse!" Came the Captain's voice. General Serov stared for a second and prepared to issue orders, "Contact command, tell them that the Situation has gone sour, Issue firearms to the crew, I want everyone we can spare on Deck for a show of Arms." "Yes sir!" came the answer. "Fall back another 2 Miles as well, we don't want to be in the line of fire when what goes down goes down."

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Lone Alliance Capital...
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The information arrived at the Defense Ministry only moments later, "Activate secondary procedures, bring the Ion Cannon online while you're at it."

"Hello, the is air captain Jonathan Pertison of Spanigland. requesting clearance for our eight jumbo jets to land - and pick up and many elves as wil fit aboard."

The fleet of aircraft soon spotted the Pantera coast and moved full speed to reach the nation. They had recently passed the ships of Lord Sauron Reborn, and the pilots smiled. They would be able to save many elves this day.

The pilot commander, Hawkins Perring, radioed Pantera's airstrip. "This is Joseph Seal's pick-up fleet of aircraft. We are here to take your elves. Permission to land."

After a few, silent moments, the radio crackled. "Clearance granted. And make it quick please. Control out."

"Roger and with pleasure. Out."

The planes first made their landings on the runway, screeching to a halt in front of the soon-to-be elven passengers. The doors opened, and a pilot gestured to the elves to hurry and come aboard, which the elves quickly obeyed.

The helicopters then landed wherever they could, and opened their bay doors, inviting the elves to hurry in. Once each helicopter was filled to the absolute maximum, they slowly lifted off and headed toward Joseph Seal once more, another empty helicopter taking that one's place.

In less than half an hour, over 10,000 were evacuated, and there was still room for more.

OOC: Please tell me if this is godmodding, and I'll change it.

EDITED. I apologize for any grief caused. :)

OOC: Might want to hold off until Pantera can make a decision on that.

OOC: Please tell me if this is godmodding, and I'll change it.

OOC: It's pretty close.... ;) You might do well to tone it down quite a bit. I'll say ten to twenty thousand an HOUR would be doing extremely, fantastically well. A million in half an hour is... Besides, I kinda wanted to drag this out. That's why I gave the 'week or so' time frame.

The military air bases of Joseph Seal suddenly became alive with activity. Pilots rushed to their aircraft, ground crew made hasty final checks. And soon, the sky was alive with the sight of thousands of military helicopters rising into the air. The silence non-existant with the sound of rotors cutting through the air.

As all helicopters and transport planes rose into the air, they were joined by commercial and cargo aircraft and civilian cargo helicopters. It was a race now. A race to get the most elves as they could before the nation Lord Sauron Reborn would even reach Pantera. The aircraft were faster than ships, and although the transport ships had a head start, the copters and planes would catch up shortly AND overtake the boats. They would then land at the nearest costal airport, the closest to where the elves were being sent deported, and the men would rush the elves AWAY from the docks and to the airstrips, where they could take as much as they could and then some.

The frantic seeming moves of the Imperial Seal Democracy occasioned little concern among the observation teams perusing the various satellite feeds of the emerging situation. If Emperor Arfus thought that the Reavers would tolerate a gigantic armada of military helicopters they did not have the measures in place to accomodate descending on its ports to move Elves to whatever unprepared Panteran airstrips they intended to shift them to so that they might load them up onto the cargo planes flying with them then either he was sorely mistaken, or the lords of the Black Council had failed to judge Dayne's character correctly.

The speed which the subsonic, ill-fuelled aircraft could muster would be insufficient to give them a terribly great lead on the Dark Lord's armada. Captain Jukkhag was confident that they would reach the harbours at Braavos--whatever state of chaos the marginally ahead Seals had thrown it into--in plenty time.

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OOC: This is just a minor nag, but my nation is not, itself, called "Lord Sauron Reborn", rather that is the (full) title of its ruler, from the conventional long form of the nation which is "The Accursed Realm of Lord Sauron Reborn". The country itself is (Vinya) Mordor and its Nine Kingdoms. There are no Lord Sauron Reborn tanks, Lord Sauron Rebornians etc etc.

'Pologies, just a bit of a pet hate :p.

You might do well to tone it down quite a bit. I'll say ten to twenty thousand an HOUR would be doing extremely, fantastically well. A million in half an hour is... Besides, I kinda wanted to drag this out. That's why I gave the 'week or so' time frame.

Yeah, I reckon a more protracted process of extraction would be best, as its a) more realistic and b) allows for a bit more tension and something of a quasi-standoff on the island between the rival "rescue" missions. Opens the RP up a bit more.

OOC: Ah. Apologies, I didn't know what else to call your nation. Also, the emperor is actually "Arfus Sealous". Just wanted to let you know.

Also, yes, I'll make a little problem to seriously f*ck up the Joseph Seal rescue operation, to make it a bit more fair and suspensful. And... just to make this REALLY interesting, there may be sabatoge in the future. ;)

IC: Hawkins looked over the frantic scene in his helicopter. The men were working as fast as they could to pile in elves, and so far they were doing remarkably well.

The radio however, crackled to life, Hawkins hearing frantic talking from the other end.

"This is flight commander Hawkins. What is it captain?"

"Sir! We just discovered that we're low on fuel! We can't possibly make it back to Joseph Seal."

Hawkins swore in disgust at himself. How could he have looked that over?!

"Where are you now?"

"246 miles off the coast of Joseph Seal sir! We won't be able to make it!"

"Don't worry captain, I'll get some aircraft carriers to your position to help you. It'll work out."

"I hope you're right sir... I really do..."

As the transmission ended, Hawkins contacted his aircraft fleet. "To all aircraft that have not taken off yet. Do not. I repeat, do NOT take off. You will not be able to make it back to Joseph Seal, there is too little fuel. To all aircraft that have already taken off, head for the coordinates I'm sending you. A couple of aircraft carriers will be waiting for you."

As Hawkins gave the coordinates, his copilot talked to the naval commander to get a few aircraft carriers in position. Hawkins sighed, he couldn't believe himself... how could he have over-looked his fuel?! Well, he was going to fix it... one way or another.

As Hawkins tapped his copilot on the shoulder he said, "Get as many transport ships as you can to the Panteran docks NOW."

The copilot nodded and resumed his transmitting.

Meanwhile, Hawkins stepped out of his now landed helicopter and approached a Panteran ground crew man.

"You! Kid! I want you to refuel these aircraft pronto!"

The Panteran however, was defiant. "Why should I have to listen to a foreigner like you?"

Hawkins was tired, and angry. He had no time for these word games. So, he pulled out his pistol and aimed for the crew man's head. "Because this 'foreigner' has a gun that can blow your brains out if you don't shut the f*ck up and get moving."

The Panteran was now visibly terrified, but still tried to hold his ground. "Y... you wou- wouldn't dare!"

Hawkins eased his finger around the trigger, "Son... it's been a long day, and I do not have time for this..."

The Panteran, after a few seconds, hurriedly nodded in acknowledgement and rushed off to get his co-workers to refuel the aircraft. Little did the crew man realize the gun Hawkins was holding was empty, but Hawkins didn't care. He got the job done, and that was good enough. Now he had to wait, something he HATED to do...

The first of the eight boeing 747's screeched to a halt on the run way of the frantic airport, it was quickly moved off the runway and began being loaded with refugees. As this was happening the other seven landed in quick sucession.
6400 was the combined recomended capacity for the airships, but Captain Jonathan ordered that at least another 600 were to be taken back to Spanigland. Within just two hours 7000 refugees had been loaded onto the planes, and they were nearing completion of the task.
All the other runways, though, were in use, so the 7000 refugees and the 100 odd crew members sat tight for a while, which made spirits generally low.
But then, clearance to take off. The Planes soared into the sky and began their journey to the shores of Spanigland.

The commander of the Isle of Braavos had been run ragged. Preparing the deportation was hard, ceaseless work, and now some fool had piled more on top of it. The young civilian was there, complaining about the Seal captain waving a pistol around. It irritated him, and he would have went to challenge the man's Honor, but he had no time. He simply ordered any further threats to be met with wild retribution, regardless of the consequences.

Other than that, things were going well. The Orcs were causing quite a ruckus, but they were obviously well in hand. The Reaver hatred of all things related to Melkor was well known, but so far there had been no outright violence, possibly because the one thing that Sauron's soldiers and the Reavers held in common was their mutual distrust of elves.

The Seal transports, the Orcs, and those of Spanigland were aiding the Panteran and Sigman efforts greatly. The time-frame of one full week was being reexamined, but there was still very much left to be accomplished.

~From the desk of Lord Damien the Destroyer, Supreme Warlord of the Excessively Armed Empire of Automagfreek~



Fools....you are all fools. Obviously you know not the lessons the mighty nation of Pantera taught the world many years ago. Obviously you have never heard the tales of war and death, salted over with the ashes of the dead and dripping with fresh gore. Fools, you are all god damn fools.

...Snip...





OOC: AMF, I'm fairly certain that goddamn, goddamned, goddamn it, and all such related words are written as one word. I must ask you to edit your post. The noble art of badinage must be preserved at all costs. If you refuse, I challenge you to a duel.

--Sir Oliver Cervaise Nigel-Nigel St. John Willoughby Mollusc, XVIII, Duke of Fethrington.

OOC: AMF, I'm fairly certain that goddamn, goddamned, goddamn it, and all such related words are written as one word. I must ask you to edit your post. The noble art of badinage must be preserved at all costs. If you refuse, I challenge you to a duel.

--Sir Oliver Cervaise Nigel-Nigel St. John Willoughby Mollusc, XVIII, Duke of Fethrington.


OOC: And I'm fairly certain that starting a post with OOC: then ending it with --Sir Oliver Cervaise Nigel-Nigel St. John Willoughby Mollusc, XVIII, Duke of Fethrington. makes absolutly not sense at all. Therefore I must ask YOU to edit your post and not cross IC and OOC. Unless of course that's your REAL name.....

Commander Karl Slatken stood on the pier watching his men work. A bit hesitantly, many elves were being ushered into the waiting copters instead of waiting for the Orc ships to arrive.

Karl shuddered. He hated the orcs... uncivilized, greedy, and quite stupid fellows they were. Couldn't even speak properly... well, the seals couldn't either... but at least they could write their words legibly, not to mention they were peace-loving and more civilized...

An orc stepped up to the front of the bow on the lead transport. Not needing a loudspeaker, he shouted, "Human! Jus what're ya think yer doin on these piers? These're OUR elves!"

Karl winced at the speech. He could barely understand what the orc was saying. "What does it look like? We're taking some of the elves. They're not all YOURS you know. They're not property to be taken, stolen or bought."

The orc blinked, taking in what the human had said. "... er... well, they're on OUR pier! So get off!"

An aide rushed up to the commander and whispered in his ear, telling him they were filled and ready. Karl nodded and turned back to the orc, "Sorry, but we were here first, so we get first pickings. Don't worry though, we saved some elves for you. Have a nice day!"

Karl turned and climbed aboard a copter. As the aircraft lifted off, he gave a mock salute to the orc, also giving a subtle flip-off to the being. The Seal copters lifting off had taken a considerable, but not a large, amount of elves with them to the now chaotic Panteran airstrip currently occupied by Seal aircraft.

Meanwhile, on the ground, Seal humans dressed as elves waited, sabatoge items like knives and drills in their cloaks. They were NOT going to make this easy for the orcs. On the contrary, they were going to make it a living hell.

OOC: And I'm fairly certain that starting a post with then ending it with makes absolutly not sense at all. Therefore I must ask YOU to edit your post and not cross IC and OOC. Unless of course that's your REAL name.....

OOC: Dude, I end TAGs with quotes. It has nothing to do with whether my post is IC or OOC. Please assume that I'm not an idiot and that I will clearly indicate IC or OOC segments of my post. I added that signature as a comedic gesture. My challenge of a duel still stands if you do not edit your post. Oh, and clean up your spelling.

OOC: Dude, I end TAGs with quotes. It has nothing to do with whether my post is IC or OOC. Please assume that I'm not an idiot and that I will clearly indicate IC or OOC segments of my post. I added that signature as a comedic gesture. My challenge of a duel still stands if you do not edit your post. Oh, and clean up your spelling.

OOC: Two things:

1. Calm yourself down there tiger
2. Who gives a crap?

If it really bothers you THAT much that I spelled 'god damn' with a space, I'll be sure to go it in a large, bold font from now on so you can clearly see it. Oh, and there's nothing wrong with my spelling, champ. I don't know why you're freaking out about it.

And how am I supposed to know that you end TAGs with quotes? Completely trivial to me that I should have to know this. And no, I'm not going to edit my post, because I want to see it drive you insane.

Now kindly stop pressing the issue and hijacking this thread.

OOC: Two things:

1. Calm yourself down there tiger
2. Who gives a crap?

If it really bothers you THAT much that I spelled 'god damn' with a space, I'll be sure to go it in a large, bold font from now on so you can clearly see it. Oh, and there's nothing wrong with my spelling, champ. I don't know why you're freaking out about it.

And how am I supposed to know that you end TAGs with quotes? Completely trivial to me that I should have to know this. And no, I'm not going to edit my post, because I want to see it drive you insane.

Now kindly stop pressing the issue and hijacking this thread.

OOC: You spelled absolutely. Only without the 'e.' Way to go, "champ." Just don't expect those who like to insult people the proper way to recognize your punditry.

My challenge of a duel still stands. I declare before witnesses: Automagfreek's honor should be considered in question until he accepts my challenge.

It appears that neither of us is willing to edit our posts. Fine. I will now leave this thread.

OOC: You spelled absolutely. Only without the 'e.' Way to go, "champ." Just don't expect those who like to insult people the proper way to recognize your punditry.

OOC: Jesus Christ man, get off it. Nobody likes a spelling Nazi (especially one that forces his way into a thread and hijacks it with bullshit).

My challenge of a duel still stands. I declare before witnesses: Automagfreek's honor should be considered in question until he accepts my challenge.

This is just sad...wow.....

It appears that neither of us is willing to edit our posts. Fine. I will now leave this thread.

Good riddance. I don't shit bricks over simple spelling errors. If accidently missing an 'e' in a post gets you into this much of a huff, I'd hate to see what kind of frenzy you get whipped up into when the people at McDonalds forget to Super Size your fries.

Half way to Spanigland, over a vast ocean - the planes were cruising at average speed to the golden, beautiful sandy beaches of Spanigland.
The plane at the front of the eight - named caballo del cielo - was full of elves, 800, to be precise.
Around 20 Spanigland government workers in their dazzling white uniforms, with their red and yellow caps were tending to the sick, injured, elderly and child refugees. 3 slices of bread and a glass of water had been handed out to each refugee, and the government workers were offering some swigs from the whisky in their pockets, and given the more upset childeren chocolate.
Then one, tall young man stood up, and said in broken spanish "where are you taking us?"
"A place far better from whence you were banished. Somewhere where you will be free, and veiwed without predjudice." replied a worker in spanish.
"HE LIES! They're going to kill us, enslave us, or torture us!" exclaimed a bystander. With this comment, there was much commotion amoungst the refugees, and, as the workers tried to calm the elves, shouts of; "rebel! rebel! rebel! freedom! freedom! freedom!" drowned out their voices, punches were thrown, elves and Spanigladians were crushed in the frenzy. It didn't take long before the elves had kicked in the door to the cockpit, and strangled the three crew members.
They soon realised what they had done... How were they to fly the plane?
The elf who had started the frenzy kicked the pilot out of his seat and grabbed the stick. As he tried to make sense of the planes controls, he pushed every button in panic. The plane began a steep decent into the sea, and it's nose soon hit the water and was launched under the water.

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Above the crash, another of the the eight planes - κύκνος (swan) - had seen the plane go down, and tried to make contact, but all that was recieved were screams.
Urgently, captain Johnathan pushed a button on his console and said "hello, anyone in the vicinity... anyone... seal airships? if there is anyone we need rescue boats or choppers to the following co-ordinates......."

To: Dayne the Evenstar, Lord Reaver of Pantera
From: Vrak Diplomatic Corps c/o Apollo Group Inc.
Subject: elven deportation

We would like to evacuate one tranport load (roughly 1300) of elves at a suitable deportation area. Although we are not particular about quality, we ask that they are not carrying any communicable diseases, etc. We would prefer healthy breeding pairs and families.

As well, since we are chartering a cruise ship due to time constraints, we ask that it can be accompanied by a small escort force of one destroyer, two frigates, and an accompanying supply ship due to the potentially hazardous nature of this venture.

If there are more elves that need to be deported and if we have room, we ask that we can further increase our role in the evacuation. We look forward in hearing from you.

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Vrak Prime

The cruise liner V.M.M. Golden Vulpix was moored at its berth at international pier #2. Nearby, super container ships unloaded thier cargo and the docks were filled with the pungent odor of fish, salt, diesel, and grease.

The old man of Apollo group exited from his sleek limousine and looked admiringly at the cruise liner which was disembarking passengers and stocking up on supplies for the journey ahead. It felt good to buy back his cruise line after the failure of Jiggady to incorporate it into their corporate empire. He now had more flexibiity and also another way to smuggle under the guise of legitimacy. Even the current CEO Rex was happy. Of course, Rex never really knew what his father was up to. The old man looked at Peter in a grandfatherly way. This pup did have potential and was useful for some things. Yet, he was also quite thick sometimes and had no vision. A pity.

-A most unusual opportunity sir. Elves? We have no love for them.
-On the contrary, my dear Peter, they have proven to be a fascinating specimen. Do you not recall the ones sent to us from Dyelli Bebyi?
-But those were from the Gonad. They are blood drinking devils who sacrifice humans.
-Ah...reading again the latest propaganda from the Cheka I see? No, they were useful for that one particular purpose but they proved to be...uncooperative.

He shook his head sadly while Peter felt a shiver. He did remember what happened to those five after their DNA was extracted. The bughogs had a good feast that day.

-So, I fail to understand why we need more.
-Don't fret, Peter. All will be revealed.

They both turned and looked again at the ship again, one with a sense of glee and the other of foreboding.

-Task Force Alpha-

"Sir we have a distress signal from what appears to be a Refugee flight." The radio operator spoke. "Well put it on!" ##"hello, anyone in the vicinity... anyone... seal airships? if there is anyone we need rescue boats or choppers to the following co-ordinates......."## "Get PT boats Perth and Hound out there, we must save those people!" Came the Generals reply. "Yes sir!" Came the Radio operator, passing on the Coordinates to the said Boats. "I want the Ion Cannon active, Pantera might try something on us with two of our ships gone."

I apologize to AMF and the rest of the RPers here. My conduct was admittedly foolish. Please excuse me.

Admiral Sokinaru sighed as he received ANOTHER helicopter low on fuel. Whoever planned this operation was NOT a good planner, that much he knew. Well, at least he was getting SOME action...

A captain rushed up to the admiral, concern evident in his eyes. "Sir? We're receiving a transmission."

The admiral arched an eyebrow, but followed the captain to the command tower, where he listened to(what was left of it anyway) the transmission.

"hello, anyone in the vicinity... anyone... seal airships? if there is anyone we need rescue boats or choppers to the following co-ordinates......."

The admiral paused, and turned to the captain, "... trace that transmission. Send a few carriers and life boats over to pick up the survivors. Hurry."

The captain saluted and rushed of. Sokinaru sighed, apparently, he was going to get more action than he bargined for...

OOC: sorry guys i havent been here. I wont be here till maybe wensday.. sorry ill post as soon i as i can.

Hawkins was leaning against the helicopter, watching the refueling, when his sharp ears heard a small crack in the distance. It sounded so similar... like... guns.

Immediately, the copter carrying Karl and the rescued elves touched down on the airstrip, Karl's face a mask of grim acceptance. Hawkins walked over and pulled the commander out of the copter rather roughly. "Explain. NOW."

Karl's eyes showed only patriotic determination. "Sir, the orcs were going to enslave those elves. Something had to be done to stop them."

Hawkins slammed Karl into the side of the helicopter, rage in his eyes. He quitely though angrily whispered, "Do you realize what you've DONE?! You've risked war itself! You sent those men to their deaths!"

The defiance was still there, "Sir, those men volunteered to go. They were prepared to die..."

Hawkins only stared at the commander, disbelief, anger, and sorrow swirling within. He finally released the commander. "Get of my sight."

Karl only nodded and walked off. Meanwhile, Hawkins walked over to his table piled with paperwork, and with a scream of rage and despair, overturned the table.

The Panterans had no idea what was going on, but the Seal soldiers did. An aide whispered in a transmission to General Maddox, "Sir... the situation has become more complicated..."

The republic of N Y C would like to inform those interested in helping the refugees of the newly formed Association for the Management of Displaced Persons, and encourage them to join (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=429455) it.

General Maddox listened to every word the aide said, his frown deepening all the while. Thanks to the patriotism and "honor" of one man and his followers... many Seal soldier lives had been lost, and possibly any hope a state of true peace between the orc nation and Joseph Seal had been lost.

He knew what he had to do. He didn't like it, but it would save many lives. He quickly made sure his transmission was completely secure, then telegrammed the emperor.

To the honorable emperor of Joseph Seal,

A tragedy has occured today. The orc nation, suspected of taking the elves to be used as slave or worse, has been attacked by a Seal sabatoge group not authorized by me. I am afraid that any hope of being at peace with the orc nation is lost, and any hope that the elves will be treated kindly is also lost.

Therefore, with great reluctance, I request that a strike force, consisting of 2 carriers, 12 frigates, and 400 attack helicopters, be outfitted so that the strike force, instead of looking like Seal technology, be made to look like common pirates.

Said strike force will intercept the orc transports in isolated international waters, and any communication between the orcs and their homeland be jammed. The helicopters will drop our Seal marines, also expertly disguised as pirates, to neutralize all the orcs.

Then, the marines will evacuate every elf on board those transports and move them to our "pirate" carriers, then totally destroy any evidence left behind by sinking those orc transports.

I realize this strategy is far from honorable. However, it will save many lives, human and elf, and keep our nation from war. Any accusation will be met with denial, because they will have no proof it was our nation.

I await your response.

-General Maddox

OOC: EDITED. I apologize again.

OOC:



Can you actually fit anything like a thousand helicopters to an aircraft carrier?

(O.O.C Not usually I guess maybe around 200 depending on the size of the Carriers, I would also think that one would provide at least one escort craft for Carriers since they are such easy targets without any onboard anti ship defenses.)

OOC:



Can you actually fit anything like a thousand helicopters to an aircraft carrier?
OOC: Yeah, you're right. Sorry, I am fixing now.

This is my first true event after all. ^_^

"Sir, about the situation with the Panteran elves..."

Snowlander raised his eyes from the model of a tank that he was making.

"It seems that there is rising hostility off of even getting them out of the nation. A riot has broken out on the docks between humans and orcs."

Snowlander set down his model, still far from complete. "This is all happening off of our shores?"

"Yes, my general."

"Then make sure that nothing like that happens on our shore. If any nation tries to get the incoming refugee ships to turn away from our nation, give them one warning to turn away. Wait fifteen minutes, and if they haven't complied, take them out. Blow them out of the water."

"Yes sir. Will do."


(OOC: Short. I know. I can't RP too much, because I'm on vacation right now, on a dial-up in Pennsylvania, far from my cable modem in colorado. Will be fully up on thursday. Little to no chance of any internet until then, gonna be seeing the sights in New York. Good luck with the whole situation.)

True to the word of their Commander, the tides of riot squads swept across the dock, cracking heads, breaking noses, and delivering the promised 'wild retribution' as they charged. Their tremendous advantage of numbers soon overwhelmed the rioters on the dock, those few resistors were thoroughly trounced, and the remainder of the troublemakers were throw into chains.

The commander, some minutes later, dispatched notice to the commanders of the Orc and Seal factions. It was simple: Further efforts by your forces to remove any elf, aside from those already loaded aboardship, from Panteran waters or territory will be considered an act of war. Your craft have twelve hours to leave Panteran waters forever, or they will be annihilated. Undisciplined soldiers in such a volatile situation could cause irreversable chaos.

Your troops have shown themselves honorless fools, and their continue presence will not be tolerated.

The two fool nations had already relieved him of a large hunk of elves, though. With dawn that morning they approached the six-million deportee mark, most gone to the Gholgothan ally, Sigma Octavius.

And, as elven numbers dwindled, so did reports of bomb-threats, racial violence, and other nonsense. It pleased the Evenstar, but still he chafed at the matter. The idea that his was the act of just another maniacal dictator was irritatiing in the extreme. He was no dictator, and he was no ethnic cleanser. Elves were elves, in his opinion. Though he cared little for them, he did not hate them, either. Aside from a mild distaste, they meant about as much to him as people.

The problem was that his people shared his distaste, and then, when these 'Kindred' had begun their foolery, it had flared up. What could he have done? He could have scourged them, ala Damien Dreadfire. But that was horseshit. The elves had done no wrong.... Well, most of them hadn't. So, he deported them. The shelling of the refugee ship was regrettable, as was the idiot decision of the powers in Zackaroth to persue hostilities.

Yet, both matters would be dealt with. Swiftly.

OOC: Lord Sauron Reborn? Ignore my TG please. Thanks. ^_^

*Panteran Pier*

Private Mark Gatheran gave a glare to the Panteran security forces that led him away from the pier to the airstrip, and forced every bit of his hate into a glare towards the orcs. Poor Private Latnor Spartic had only one foot now, and Private Alex Delag was now blinded. Those damned orcs would... no... now wasn't the time... he had to help the injured off the pier, or risk death itself... though he had already risked death once and survived intact, except for a bloody nose.

*Airstrip*

Hawkins' hands were shaking with rage. How DARE did those Panteran... @ssholes call his men dishonorable. They would pay dearly if he got the chance...

No... now wasn't the time... he needed to get these elves out now... He turned to the aide, "Have we go all elves on board?"

The aide nodded, "Yes sir. All four million elves are accounted for... it's an extremely tight squeeze for all... but they'll manage."

Hawkins nodded. "And our... surviving men?"

"They're on the way back as we speak, 7 out of 35 people... 3 are seriously injured, the rest have minor wounds."

Hawkins was stone-faced, he was disgusted by this... all of this... "We have one empty helicopter available for them?"

The aide nodded. "Yes sir. Your copter."

Hawkins gave a grim nod. "Load the men in that helicopter, put in three medics to take care of them too."

The aide saluted. "See you on the helicopter sir." and with that, he rushed off.

**

Meanwhile, General Maddox received a reply from the emperor.

To General Maddox:

Your request is denied. We cannot risk war at this time. Their nation is bigger than ours, and so is their military. I will not risk my country for the elves.

I wish I could do more... but again, I will not risk my entire country.

-Arfus Sealous: Emperor of Joseph Seal

Maddox silently placed the telegram on the table. That was it then... the emperor was going to let those elves suffer... no... he couldn't. It was risky... but they had to do it anyway... he was disobeying orders... but orders be damned, they couldn't let those elves suffer.

The general turned to a captain near him, "Keep putting the camos on our ships and helicopters. Make sure they are absolutely perfect, and make sure the uniforms of the strike teams are made to look like pirate uniforms. Then, position our strike force in international waters, and once the orcs come into range, jam their transmissions, and order the soldiers to kill every orc they see and rescue every elf they see."

The captain saluted and rushed off to carry out his orders.

[Lone Alliance Capital]
~Situation Room~

"Alright what is it?" The last of the Council members said walking in. The Aside in the center of the room went around delivering the newest reports. The Commander of the Armed forces went up to the front.

"Intelligence reports that four hours ago a riot broke out between the humans of The Imperial Seal Republic of Joseph Seal and the orcs of The Accursed Realm of Lord Sauron Reborn, as a result of this Pantera has forced them out of the country under the threat of War. When it comes to the Orcs not being able to get more elves we could care less, we all know how orcs are." Some others in the group nodded.
"But with the forced removal of The Imperial Seal Republic and another threat of War, we will have to take action soon, we believe that the Elves that are being sent to The Accursed Realm of Lord Sauron Reborn, will be used as slave labor, experiments, or even food." "At the same time a refugee craft has gone down over water due to an elven uprising, Two of our patrol boats are en-route."

He paused and grabbed another folder giving it to the Aside to pass out the contents. "Lastly Twelve hours ago, Zackarothia sent out a ship to intercept a Carrier group that Pantera had near their country. After a short standoff Panteran forces attempted to board the ship, The ship self-detonated, killing all aboard and one of the Helicopters that were attempting to seize the ship."
"Our Naval group is nearby, we are afraid that they might begin targeting Zackarothia." "We must decide to either intercept the Orc ships or keep our ships near Zackarothia to provide intimidation toward Pantera, it's up to you to decide."

Finishing up the Commander walked off. After the Aside and himself left, the Council began to talk amoung themselves.

From the High Lord of Belzamon

Due to rising tension and rage this pending civil war incorporates the father of lies wishes to help and support Pantera. Upon your approval my small but effective containment teams shall help you stem the flow of the 'unworthy' elven kind, if need be i shall help you drive them from your beautiful country and transport them to prisons where they shall live their lives out in the shame of what they did to their country.

I dearly hope that we can sort an agreement between ourselfs.


My Sincere Wishes
Lord Belzamon Commader of the Dark

OOC:

All four million? A bit of a jam? Bull, man. You can fit what, maybe ten people to a chopper? Are you telling me you have 400,000 helicpoters out there? ;)

By the way, the guy that lost a foot and the guy that had his eyes put out are one and the same.
OOC: True, but I also have commercial and cargo airplanes, not to mention civilian passenger and cargo helicopters. Also, many helicopters had already departed with a considerable amount of the 4 million. And since we're a massive nation(over 1.2 billion people), we're bound to have alot of air transportation. However, the drawback of this is, Joseph Seal's transportation is going to be seriously f*cked up for a while.

Second.. oh... I guess I read that wrong. My apologies.

Third... those orcs are sick b@stards... they will pay with this next post however... *Evil grin*

IC: The emperor frowned at the... "transmission" from the orc capital. Although he did disapprove the actions his soldiers took, they had no right to call them unhonorable... considering THEIR actions...

Nevertheless, he'd send over the one hundred billion without comment. He wouldn't lower himself to the orc's levels...

*Near the Orc Transports*

The strike team, code-named Sigma, moved into position, waiting for the signal from the general. The strike team, thanks to expert camofloguers,(sp) the strike team looked like any other pirate group that wandered international waters, intercepting and robbing transports of their cargo.

It was time... a helicopter nearest the orc transports activated it's jamming device. The jamming device itself was essentially an electronic box with blinking lights all over it. However, it transmitted a radio frequency that would effectively jam all transmissions within a certain radius. Of course, this would also affect the Seal strike team, but they had prepared for that but using flags, flashing lights and hand signals to communicate.

The helicopters moved in, hardened Seal soldiers effectively disguised as pirates, ready to shoot anything that was uglier than them. Their sniper rifles, assault rifles, and shotguns were held close to their beating hearts, determined to win no matter the cost.

Meanwhile, the carriers and frigates formed a loose circle around the transports, blockading them from escaping the ambush.

OOC: If this is godmodding, inform me and I'll adjust. Thank you. And so the attack begins...

After hours of debating the council reached a decsion, passing 11 to 9 on a declaration for the fleet to either remain near Zackarothian waters or to demand that the Panteran Carriers depart the area. After writing out this order, the different members began to stand up to leave, when something happened.

~Intelligence~
"What the heck, are we seeing this correctly?" said the space spy sat. operator. "Pirates, with that much fire power?" Said another. "Not our problem, still they must be alerted." "Yes sir!"

~Near Spanigland plane crash site~
The two small torpedo boats had nearly reached where the crash supposedly happened, however they had little sign of where it went down. #"This is the Perth, we'll search to the north, you check this area and head south."# Came a message over the Hound's radio. "#Confirmed, we'll meet up in a half hour, radio if you find them."# #"Will do."# came the reply.

OOC: Edited. Also TAGGED for future posting.

There were explosions as the fuel of the plane caught alight, screams of terror, and shouts of anger.
As the plane went down, the intellegent elves had realised that it would be better to reach their destination alive, and possibly live, than die before that was even a possibility, but the built up anger from being mistreated by humans in their homeland erupted in this time of confusion. And now the rage was much regretted.
Many were killed on impact by flying objects or glass, and as for the survivors the overcrowding of the plane meant there weren't enough working lifeboats for everyone aboard, even the survivors. The stronger swimmers had to give up their places on the lifeboats for childeren and those who couldn't swim.
Withing 15 minutes of trying to stay afloat, the first rescue vehicle arrived, it was a Lone aliance torpedo ship. As many elves as possible were loaded aboard - the elves who appeared strongest had to be left untill the second ship arrived. A fishing ship from spanigland, around 30 were loaded onto this. Soon more and more vessels were appearing, and picking up as many elves as possible, and heading to the shores of spanigland and Joseph Seal. It took a total of 3 hours for everyone to be rescued from the crash site, in countless vessels and aircraft. Many had been seriously injured, and died before they even reached shore. A total of 400 had been rescued.

OOC: Right, once again, if I godmodd, then inform me. I'm getting somewhat bored right now, (MADNESS!!!) and it's taking most of my will power to even post... so I'm going to deal a heavy blow to the orcs... yeah... also, I'm assuming you had 3 million elves...

IC:

The helicopters flew low just above the calm waves of the ocean. The gattling guns had surprised the helicopters, and out of instinct, some had manuvered right into the sea. Others were cut down like flies by the gattling guns.

However, the helicopters kept coming, and snipers hanging out of the sides of the helicopters were picking off orcs on the decks and the orc gunners. Slowly they neared the transports, the ships showing no signs of slowing down. Suddenly, the helicopter's own chin guns blazed over the transport decks, and many orcs fell to to the wooden floors or blue sea in clouds of dark blood.

Soon, the copters were on top the now mostly empty decks, the soldiers easing down onto the deck and killing the remaining orcs. The soldiers then began to procede cautiously toward the bridge.

**

Meanwhile, the frigates, having formed a virtual wall of ships between the transports and freedom, were unsure of what to do. While they wanted to save the elves, they certainly didn't want to die in the process.

Captain Drake Pelanor stood at the bridge of the lead frigate, mind racing madly to figure out what to do. The carriers behind the frigates eased ever closer to the floating support ships, hoping to receive fully loaded helicopters shortly.

Then, Drake had an idea. It was risky, and many men could be killed, but it was a risk he would have to take. He turned to the comms man.

"Order those carriers to move closer to the eight lead frigates. Line them up so they will make a second wall. Have the remaining frigates move into a Receiving Wedge Formation. Then once we're in position, order all ships to drop the anchors and brace for impact."

The aide nodded, and prepared to transmitt orders. Later, slowly but surely, the ships moved into position, the orc transports approaching closer and closer. Once the ships were in position, anchors were dropped with a loud splash, and the crews readied themselves.

The transports, while able to move a frigate at full speed even with the anchor dropped, could not budge a frigate AND a carrier. The orc transports collided with a loud crash, sending many men and orcs plunging into the water. The transports begain to bunch up, and the ships were absolutely trapped in an apparent wedge formation. Two transports however, evaded the trap, and raced off with their cargo.

Men jumped from their ships onto the orc's decks, fighting the remaining orcs with guns, knives, even their bare hands. The orcs, while powerful fighters and vicious in their attempts to escape, were overwhelmed by the human attack. The captain himself was shot in the head by a sniper from the first carrier, and he fell into the sea.

The transports, having sustained heavy damage, begain to sink slowly but surely, many of the crowded elves in the compartments already drowned in the rising water by the time the "pirates" arrived. The elves shrunk back in terror of the humans, but after they had reassured them they would not be hurt, were lead out of the transport holds.

However, there was a huge problem. The frigates that had sustained the almost kamekazi attack by the orc transports were sinking, and the transports were doing the same as well. Helicopters hurriedly tried to evacuate the elves and their saviors from the sinking transports, but already, 5 transports had sunk, their occupants hanging on for dear life onto the wreckage.

Time passed, and more elves were saved, while even more had drowned with the "pirates" that had saved the elves. In two hours, miraculously, the mission had been completed without any more problems.

The elves, so numerous in number, had to crowd the very decks of the carriers and remaining frigates, the ships had considerably sunk a bit thanks to the massive weight. The helicopters ,also filled with elves, were madly racing to the shores of Joseph Seal to make it to an air base before they ran out of fuel.

All in all, the mission was a success. They had rescued as many elves as they could. However, the price was very high. Out of the 12 frigates, 5 were still floating, though both carriers were still in one piece. The helicopter casualties were even bigger. 95 helicopters were destroyed, and an unknown, but still obviously large number of men were KIA or MIA. The number of elf survivors was saddeningly low. Only 1 million survived out of 3 million. Also, two transports were able to escape... and the soldiers could only hope the elves inside would find peace, in life or death...

OOC: Again, I tried to make this as fair as I could allow, and I'm sorry for the abruptness, but I was beginning to lose interest, and if THAT happened... well, any posts I made would be crappy, and/or I might forget about this period.

So... yeah...

OOC: I'd have to say... out of a million men that participated in this attack, more than half were killed. Maybe... 601,357 Seal soldiers, leaving barely enough to sail the pieces of junk once known as ships home, though they are aided by the elves. Also, I don't disagree with your last post, gotta make it fair after all. ;)

OOC: Okies, I'll try to explain what happened in my next post.

Drake was annoyed. The carriers had a problem. Apparently, they were now leaking fuel, and were leaving a trail of petrol in their wake as the coast of Joseph Seal slowly appeared. The carriers also had a few gaping holes, but those areas had been evacuated and the water prevented from spreading into other areas of the ship.

In short, the carriers were now pieces of junk barely able to float.

The frigates were no better. Although they weren't leaking fuel, they had so many holes in them, they had to be towed by the carriers. The areas that were flooded were isloated, but the frigates would not hold up for long...

Then, a tech excitedly said, "Sir! The navy is sending some towboats and passenger liners!"

Drake allowed himself to smile, "Very good... inform them we have quite a few wounded men and elves on board, and they'll need medical attention."

The tech nodded. Drake looked back to the coast. Hopefully... the leaders would be pleased.

**

Arfus was angry, and he was displaying his anger in a most excitable way. He was currently barking and growling angrilly(sp) at General Maddox, his face complete stone.

"I realize it went against your wishes my lord, but the mission WAS a success. Aside from three destroyers(I think. Correct if I'm wrong) and two transports, we stopped the orcs cold and saved a million elvish lives."

Arfus gave a glare and proceeded to once again bark and growl his displeasure. "Our men died for a good cause sir, and we were not discovered. The orcs still think they were pirates, and we can easily deny our involvement."

Arfus gave one sharp bark. "Yes sir..." and Maddox walked out.

Arfus was happy that many elves were saved... and in all, 5 million were now citizens of Joseph Seal... plus those they had rescued from Spanigland... but at what cost? Many Seal lives were sacrificed for them, and they had risked war with an enemy they knew they would not win against... Arfus sighed. He knew that... in the end... it all worked out...

OOC: And that's that. Joseph Seal will now take no more part in the Panteran incident, and will go into partial isolation. Thank you LSR for RPing with me, and I apologize for any grief or annoyance caused. :)

1500 nautical miles from Pantera

The small fleet moved closer at a cruising speed of 15 knots. Regular updates flowed to the captain manning the VNF Kraken who viewed the scant reports with concern. There seemed to be a number of nations eager to get their hands, claws, paws or whatever kind of appendage on the elves. Most worrisome was that Pantera itself did not answer their request.

He frowned as the ships proceeded in a V formation with the cruise liner in the middle. He gazed out at the see and wondered to himself What in Bok's Maw is going on there?

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The same message was sent again to the Everstar, only this time asking him to confirm that the message had been received.

OOC: See post #66 for the original message.

OOC: Sorry for spacing. With the Fourth, yesterday, and my hangover, today, it may be a bit before I get up a reply. I didn't ignore you, Vrack. :)

OOC:

Yeah, my heart's equally not in this. I really should pursue this matter till your emperor is turning on a spit, but at present I can't be bothered--I'll try instead to complete an introductory post for a new nation I intend to start using, hopefully to better effect than I've used this one.

Don't worry though, I'll be sure to come back to haunt you ;) .

ooc: It would be cool if i could be involved. The level of haunting is your choice.

OOC:

Yeah, my heart's equally not in this. I really should pursue this matter till your emperor is turning on a spit, but at present I can't be bothered--I'll try instead to complete an introductory post for a new nation I intend to start using, hopefully to better effect than I've used this one.

Don't worry though, I'll be sure to come back to haunt you ;) .
OOC: Well thank the lord I'm going to go into isolation soon!

*Wears an "I'M SO CHEAP" shirt and cap*

What? :p

~International Waters~
Alpha group had finally decided to leave. With the deportation almost complete the Panteran navy would have no reason to stay. General Serov had decided that it was time to depart. "All forces mobilize and return to base."