NationStates Jolt Archive

Secret IC:
In The Office of the Emporer
It was a cold and dark night within the capital of the Holy Empire of Shazbotdom. Emporer Shaz Bot paced back and forth in his office. Soon it would end. His reign as Emporer would be over and a public picked replacement would be using this office as his own. Before he could finish his thoughts Mr. Terrin rushed in. The Emporer was starteled as Terrin caught him off guard. Terrin seemed distraught for some reason. His head was sweating, with what looked like a casual outfit on.

Emporer: “What is it Terrin? I was in the middle of planning my retirement party.”

Terrin: “Sir! We have reports of a nation declaring war against a friendly nation. The Parliament has decreed that a mass mobilization is iminent if they do not stand down their forces.”

Emporer: “I know. I ordered it.”

Terrin: “I thought we were trying to keep peace, not start wars?”

Emporer: *Sigh* Pauses for a minute. “The only thing that these warmongering nations understand is a show of force. If you have been in government as long as I have then you would understand this. Back when this nation was first founded, a group of warmongering nations decided that they would test our newly formed navy by trying to declare war on us. They were thwarted and embarrassed in front of the international community. We will not let another warmongering nation try to do this to someone else.” *He then walks over to the window* “We must not let these warmongering nations boss everyone around. They must not bully us all.”

Terrin: “Understood, Sir. I’ll get on the horn with Shazbotdom Naval Command and Shazbotdom Marine Corps Command and advise them of the situation.”

Terrin then runs out of the room to make his phone calls. The Emporer takes another sigh and stares out the window…


2 hours later

Shazbotdom Naval Command
The base was in full disarray. Orders were given for full military readiness and no one knew why. Word throughout the base was that another warmongering nation has declared war on a friendly nation and the Holy Empire was not to stand by and let them carry out their plans.

Shazbotdom Marine Corps Command
Troops rushed out of their bunks and out to the yard. New recruits were practicing drills and fixing and cleaning all their weapons. Company leaders were in meetings throughout the compound as the Marine Corps Special ops units were practicing on the firing range and in the small war games section of the old city. A lot was happening today within the military of the Holy Empire and people were trying to figure out what was going on.

OOC: Who are you at war with?

OOC: I was in a previous conflict like this - the country's name is literally 'War Declarers'.

Secret IC:
*Shazbotdom Naval Command*

Fleet Admiral George Yackber looked over his orders carefully. What the fuck is with this shit? he thought to himself. He was to recall the 1st HAVOC Naval fleet and redeploy them just outside the territorial waters of the Nation of War Declarers? Then he read on in the official orders document. Interesting. War Declarers tried to do a blatant assault on the national soverinty of 2 nations. He rambled off through a list of accusations that the Holy empire had against War Declarers and then slammed the papers down onto the desk. He was fed up with this shit. These warmongering nations had to be stopped at all costs.

Yackber quicky wrote down a memo, walked out of his office, and handed it to his secretary.

Yackber: "Can you type this up and have it radio'd to the USS Shazbot PDQ."

Secretary: "Yes, Sir. Is there anything else i can do for you?"

Yackber: "Just get that sent to them."

The memo stated to the USS Shazbot that the fleet was to report to coordinated 345 by 294 by 32 in T Minus 2 days. He had to rush to get things straightened up before the official declaration was made by the Minister of Defence tomarrow.


*On Board the USS Shazbot: 10 Minutes Later*
Captain Keys: "What the fuck do you mean we've been reassigned?"

Leutenant Dawson: "Just as i said Sir. Word from Naval Command is that we've been ordered to a new set of coordinates. They are just outside the bay of Shazbotdom Naval Docks and were to be there in 2 days."

Keys: "Fuck. Alright. Order the fleet for a turnabout. Give them the coordinates and send a message back to Command that were on our way."

Leutenant Dawson walked back to his station and told the comunications officer to send the reply that Captain Keys had ordered. The 2 spoke as it was typed up for dispatch.

Jefferies: "What's his problem?"

Dawson: "He's tired of being reassigned all the time. What he doesn't realize is that after the realignment of the armed forces, were the only naval group left."

Jefferies: "So what do you think he is going to do."

Dawson: "Follow orders. He'll also probably transfer to the space fleet when it is completed. But they say that won't happen for 8 years. So were stuck with him unless we get transfered to another ship."

Jefferies: "God damn he's such a hardass."

Dawson: "I know. I know. We just have to deal with him."

Jefferies: "Or report him."

A beep occured and on the screen there were only 2 words. "Message Sent"...

Bump

Secret IC:
*On Board the USS Shazbot: 1 Mile away from assigned coordinates*
It had been a long day. Crew members were running back and forth preparing the anchors for when the fleet reaches the SNC specified location. The sirens rang out across the decks of all the ships as they slowed down to a halt.

Flags were riased on the ships as everything on the ship almost suddenly came to a halt. Several dozen (what more seemed like hundreds) of tugboats approached the fleet. They signaled their approach with 3 short horn bursts and then docked on the sides. Rope ladders were dropped down to the tugboats as several crates were lifted up to the ships via a makeshift crane system.

More to come...