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I'm kind of interested in coming back to NS, even though I'm huge my nation's all but forgotten to most players here.

My tech level is variable, mostly I field a 2005-2010 military though I've designed 2020 things such as powered armor. I'd be perfectly happy with a MT war, but a PMT conflict would be interesting also.

I can provide info on my nation, maps, and technology/weapons on request.

So, anyone up for a war? With some buildup for good RP, of course.


Current Scenario:

After mounting economic problems, a civil war breaks out in the UCSNE, triggered by crackdowns on socialists when it is suspected they assasinate the President and VP.

Factions:

Libertarian/Right wing Forces (Majority of government, in power at time of civil war)
-Skibereen
-Colerica
-Emmita
-The Silver Sky

Leftist Forces (Large, paramilitary movement, controls many major cities)
-Siap

Nice to have you back :)

I would RP with you, but I'm leaving tomorrow for India and won't be back till August 16th. If I wasn't I would be interested in a good war. ;)

I'm up for it, would this be like a war game, no real losses, or like a real war, and would it be small or large scale? Anything is fine.

Hmmm... Well, this war would be large for me at least, I'm hoping that it could perhaps be fought on my soil (Something I haven't RPed in a long time, I've never had any combat over my nation unless you count bomber attacks). And probably a real war, a lot more interesting because you can RP some more unique stuff, and it gives you opportunity for characters as well.

Everything that you just said is fine with me, although I was hoping that we wouldn't take any real losses, but oh well, would this effect how our leaders feel about each other's nation? I don't really want to make enemies...

I'm game. This could help set my impending second civil war.

Well, I might carry over an idea from another thread I did (that never got off ground) and RP a civil war between Liberal-socialists and the Libertarian-Capitalist government and corporations. So your government could choose a side and send troops to support them.

Edit: Colerica: Thanks. If you have any ideas for plot, do share.

You could fight me, I am Fighting a n00b named Very Small Island, but I still have troops (the force I sent to VSI is Small in Hatarian Standaners) and I might fight you.

Hataria, no you won't. You said you wouldn't fight anyone for a while, and I'm holding you to that. Hataria won't fight you.
-Sanctaphrax-

I'll fight. I'm not sure if I could put up a fight, my troops aren't the best trained nor incredible super-soldiers, but I need to get into NS warfare sometime.

Just have mercy, please? ;)

If you're looking for a larger nation to send troops, just say so.

Colerica: Thanks. If you have any ideas for plot, do share.

Hrmm....I'll have to think on it a little while as I don't want to just rush into war without a detailed backstory. It's worth mentioning to you that my nation is ruled by a Sith Lord (that's the only future tech part of me, though, everything else is straight up 2005 arms; human soldiers firing M-16A2's/M-4's/XM-8's; riding Challenger II's; flying F-15's; et al.) My navy is custom designed modern tech ships. If you think my Sith leader is too futuristic for this conflict, I fully understand and you can feel free to find someone else. :)

Emmita: No, that's fine. Not all nations can be huge, and the average combat coalition has little guys in it.

Colerica: That's fine, chances are my nation has more futuristic quirks (such as major cities being dominated by massive arcologies) than yours.

Hey, I will be happy to RP here while Waw is still slow.
I rp Skib like it used to be.

Skibereen Background:

"With in the last two decades Skibereen has recovered from a century long civil war.

Early on after the naming of their first President unavoidable circumstances placed them in the middle of the Fyreheart/Ferrussian conflict.

Skibereen as well has suffered under the clandestine use of its land by the former nation Erinin as a guerilla training ground--a place where Erinin soldiers could practice assemetrical warfare and gain valuable combat experience-with the collapse of the Erinin government it is believed political stability maybe acheived.
The sitting president is General David O'Donnely--he sits in office until the release of President Brian Boru can be negotiated from the Ferrussian Government. Brian Boru has been held currently for the last ten years.

Skibereen is an infamous location for all manner of illegal trafficing from drugs to blackmarket nuclear weapons.
Skibereen does nto hold current international conventions as laws worth merit.
Narcotics are frequently moved through Skibereen(though it is illegal to distribute them with in the Skibereenian border in any way.)
Arms are procured, moved, and stored by any number of nations with in Skibereen, as the Civil has created a border issue in Skibereen.

The Skibereenian Paramilitaries are respected internationally as effective assemtrical war fighters. The sharpening of guerilla tactics has been honed fine in Skibereen to the point where many international scholars believe that a re-education program across the board is required to acheive peace or political stability with in the nation.

The ruling Political Party(Paramilitary Faction) The Band of the Red Hand, is the most organized and well trained faction with in Skibereen and are internationally recognized as the legal government."

Anyway I would be happy to RP mercenary group, cotracted by another nation with in yours, or a Criminal element, or as a contractors to help fight other insurgents.
I however am looking for a more character based thing--I use modern tech--tweaked up a bit. You know the basic stuff I use NE-
I also use tactical nukes--and have received several compliments on my intelligent and creative uses for nuclear devices.
I do not uses nukes with a higher over all yield then 13 kt.

What say you on me getting in? As a side bar player.

That'd be fine, actually. And tactical nukes are ok, just use them on my men or nation unless other nations give the OK, that way it works for everyone.

Dont worry I dont throw them around like a fool--If I use them it will be good.
And for RP purposes any nation--not Socialist/Communist/Athiest can RP using my nation vector their forces through--I dont mean armies--but Clandestine elements. I am not hating on anyone but my nation is completely free market and fiercely religious--all of the Para factions who one need help from are either Capitalist in some form of religious or both. A Skib wouldnt help a Communist or Athiest cause. Anybody can negotiate prices.

And Thanks.

Emmita: No, that's fine. Not all nations can be huge, and the average combat coalition has little guys in it.

Colerica: That's fine, chances are my nation has more futuristic quirks (such as major cities being dominated by massive arcologies) than yours.

Okay, cool. :) Just some ideas that are churning in my mind right now:

-- A spy or squad of spies from your nation is/are arrested on Colerican soil. I demand answers, you refuse to yield them. A Colerican jet is explodes in mid-flight, killing UEC civillians. I blame you, you can't offer up a valid excuse and/or say you were framed or whatever. I declare war and invade.

or

-- Zarenna Niculescu, the daughter of the wealthiest man in the UEC, Mikhai Niculescu, is kidnapped by some sort of faction within your nation. Mikhai, being the powerful man he is, convinces the UEC gov't to retaliate. I demand you give her up, you claim you don't have her or something, and I suspect you're gov't is involved. UEC declares war and invades.

or

-- A political fugitive wanted by my gov't flees to your nation and you offer him exile. We demand that you turn him over, but you won't. Childish bickering between two large nations ensues until my gov't gets sick of it, declares war, and invades.

Or something else. Again, just three random scenarios running through my mind right now. :)

Skib- I'd guess you could side with one of the corporations in my civil war: A few of the larger ones will go slightly rogue, and might hire you. My nation's government is very apathetic to religion, and so are the corporations... Our society is almost a modern Babylon in the eyes of devout monotheists.

Colerica: I'd think first option would go well if you wanted to support leftists, and second if you wanted to support current govt.

Skib- I'd guess you could side with one of the corporations in my civil war: A few of the larger ones will go slightly rogue, and might hire you. My nation's government is very apathetic to religion, and so are the corporations... Our society is almost a modern Babylon in the eyes of devout monotheists.

Colerica: I'd think first option would go well if you wanted to support leftists, and second if you wanted to support current govt.

Well, my nation is hard to the Right, so there's little to no chance we'd ever support Leftists.....

I suppose I should hand in a small background on my nation, then:

Local Short: Yemitiya
English Short: Emmitia
Local Long: Secadael Pirokajuoiaesice Aunikoi Terenaelte Yemiturior Naukionsice.
English Long: The Senate and Imperial Dominions of the Children of Emmitur and the Prophet

Leader: Pirokajuon* Nicanor Angelicus**

*Pirokajuon - Emmitian word for "Emperor," lit. Son of Emmitur

**Due to the deteriorating state of Nicanor Angelicus' health, Imperial Defense and Relations Minister Veresi has taken the office of regent, becoming the de facto dictator of all of the Empire.

Geography: Emmitia is situated on a roughly tear-shaped island in the Emmitian Ocean (name may go by various different names, Poiton Yemitiaer is the local form). Mountainous except for the southern plains, Emmitia is cursed with a lack of fertile land - the vast majority of food for the growing population is imported and placed into Imperial graneries. Agricultural scientists are working on improving the fertility of Emmitian soil, though progress is slow at best. The main mountain chain runs down the center of the island, which is in between Ceylon and Madagascar in size, and branches off in two directions above the southernmost tip, resulting in a Lambda-like shape.

The non-mountainous regions are often hilly and rocky, and vegetation is scarce except in the northern regions, where a large, although shrinking forest, dominates the landscape. In the southernmost portion, between the two branches, is an area generously called "The Southern Steppe" It is one of the only flat areas in Emmitia, and although it is extraordinarily flat and large, it is a poor location for farming, due to the sandy, rocky soil.

A pocket in the center of the island, in which the mountain range forms a ring, has become a desert due to the lack of rain. While providing a good defensible location, the area has a low population density and is almost as hard to get back out as it is to get in, as well as there being no farmable land whatsoever, nor any natural resources.

The mountain range is rich in ferrous metals as well as various precious ones. Titanium and bauxite are available in varying degrees, and there are many mines in the Central Mountain Range (hereafter referred to as the CRM)

Major cities:

Sece Emmitia [New Emmitia]: Capitol of the Empire, situated on the fortress island known as Imperial Island. It is the center for the armed forces, and the communications nerve center for Emmitia, although most of the communications have been decentralized.

Coroceliya: Center of the Emmitian Naval Force, has main naval shipyards and is located in the far north, in an area known as the Severnaya Tundra, in the Coroceliyan Archipelago which drifts off the northern tip of Emmitia.

Rostovka: A southern city, which is the main port supplying the entire area of the Southern Steppe. It is the southernmost population center with a census over three million people. It, along with Ketsifon, is the industrial capitol of Emmitia.

Melitopol: Captiol of the older regimes, such as the Directorate, as well as the first city in Emmitia. Although the capitol has been relocated to Sece Emmitia since the Imperial Revolution, Melitopol remains a strong center for Emmitian nationalism and the cultural and academic capitol of the Empire.

Ketsifon: An industrial powerhouse of a city. One of the few population centers settled in the mountains, it boasts a bustling steel industry, as well as the focus of most military production centers.

Legal System: The constitution written by the Emperor Salahi is largely ignored, and more recent legal codes cracking down on personal liberty are given much more use. Throughout most of the major cities, military checkpoints have been established because of recent civil unrest, although this has died down.

Those who have been planning, or have been accused of planning, separation or revolution in Emmitia fall under the jurisdiction of Code Five laws, which state that they are effectively no longer a citizen of Emmitia and are no longer subject to Emmitian civil protection codes.

Freedoms: An Emmitian citizen has a surprising degree of liberty and civil protection, as long as he does not bring himself under the jurisdiction of the Code Five laws. While not protected legally, free speech is a given within Emmitian society, and most officers will politely ignore any comments made against the Emperor, as long as there is no obvious intent to start a revolution. Emmitian Civil Protection codes state that no citizen of Emmitia (defined as someone who has more than three generations living in Emmitia, or has shown himself worthy of the title) may..

1) Be tortured.
2) Be given unnecessary punishment by civil protection officers.
3) May not be harmed by soldiers unless the soldier is provoked or martial law is invoked.
4) Freely open a business.

An Emmitian citizen is not allowed to bear arms, however, and any citizen seen carrying arms, either concealed or in the open, falls under Code Three for a foreign citizen (who is not attached to body guard detail, embassy detail, etc..etc..), and Code Five for an Emmitian citizen.

Clubs or gatherings are not allowed in any case without a permit and an observing representative of the Emperor.

Religion: All religions except the Emmitian Imperial Cult and Islam are outlawed.**

** In most cases, this law is not enforced.


Military:

Overall: Six million men in the military. (2% of population)

Branches in order of importance:

Army
Navy*
Airforce

*Marines are included in the Naval branch.

3,000,000 men - Army

2,300,000 men - Navy

1,300,000 men - Airforce

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Effective combat troops:

1,500,000 combat personnel - Army

575,000 sailors on combat ships - Navy

325,000 airmen on combat aircraft - Air force

General service terms -

Army: Eight years (Can be extended)

Navy: Seven years (Can be extended)

Air force: Three years (Can be extended)

Volunteer-only army, unless in times of conscription.

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Basic organization: Units in decimal system.

Enpetion - 1,000,000 men. (Wartime unit only)

Aukion - 100,000 men.

Eanion - 10,000 men.

Qaniton - 1,000 men.

Cention - 100 men.

Aotion - 10 men (Basic combat unit).

Ten aotioi in and centioi, ten centioi in a qanitoi, ten qanitoi in an eanioi, etc..etc..

(It's probably too long, but if I forgot to add anything, tell me.)

Skib- I'd guess you could side with one of the corporations in my civil war: A few of the larger ones will go slightly rogue, and might hire you. My nation's government is very apathetic to religion, and so are the corporations... Our society is almost a modern Babylon in the eyes of devout monotheists.

Colerica: I'd think first option would go well if you wanted to support leftists, and second if you wanted to support current govt.

There are many polytheists in Skibereen--Devotion is what is respected.
Of course that can be used--I can work with this a lot.
Land for the Factions, International Support, Profiteering, Combating Heathenism, Resisting Atheist Marxists, there are many ways to bait my people into fighting and I have a wide variety of Factions--though I cant find my factbook any more for you to read--I can even move your war into my nation as opposing ideoloies would seek to counter what was being done in your nation--or as other profiteers seek to steal your business.

I will just keep on it and when I see an opening I will take it--I try to stick to small scale movements so I apologize if it isnt divisions trying to roll up to your capital building---not my style--

OK- So so far, things look like this.

Libertarian Forces (And majority of government)
-Skibereen
-Colerica

Leftist Forces
-??

Sign me up for the Libertarian Forces.

Hmm. The Emmitian government may sit out for a while IC, because OOC it would be incredibly unfair to have another nation join the Libertarians, and I can't see the virulently anti-leftist Imperial government joining with the Leftists. I might send some some observers, or something.

We would like to get involved, but our nation is moving toward isolationism. However, the Siapian Intelligence Network was recently dissolved due to corruption, and many of the special forces had left to become mercenaries. The Whistle-Blower, Michael Connor, has many of these mercenaries following him. His organization generally supports rebel uprisings, but he usually tends to support leftist movements.

Sounds good... Any other leftists?

Seeing as how I'm the smaller of the nations here, I doubt it'd tip the scales much if I joined in the Libertarian side. If you find it really necessary though, I could engineer something to get me to the leftist side.

That's fine, Emmtia... But now we need some guys supporting the left leaning paramilitaries.

Great to see you back, NE. You need anything, just hit me up. I'm all about helping old friends.

OK- So so far, things look like this.

Libertarian Forces (And majority of government)
-Skibereen
-Colerica

Leftist Forces
-??

So....do we have a storyline yet? ;)

I'd be more than happy to be on the liberal side. Sign me up. What's the religeous nature of your people? I'll be filling the void of religeous zealot bastards if you don't mind.

Religion in New Empire has fallen out after awhile... The northern part of the nation is roughly 50% Lutheran, 20% Puritan and 30% Agnostic/Athiest/Polythiest

In the south its 60% Agnostic/athiest/polythiest, 20% Puritan, 10% Lutheran and 10% Jewish

The religion is fairly evenly split across the lines of the civil war between left and right, though the Puritans and those of Puritan descent are more influential in business and the right wing side.

Here's the story for the buildup to civil war (posts taken from an RP that died... Be warned its a long read, but I'll summarize at bottom)

--

President Hellerich looked over the crowds from his motorcade as the limousine prowled down Fortress Street, towards the Commons where the inauguration had always been held. The election had been brutally close. This story was the only thing taking precedence over the crackdowns on corporations, the faltering job market, and increasing crime. Somehow, he'd managed to shamble back from the grave, much to the surprise of many pundits.

A former Marine who'd served in the Second Markov War, he valued service, and the point was pressed again and again whenever someone brought up his Centrist Party's cuts to the military budget. Touting the idea that New Empire was no longer a nation that needed mass offensive capability, he'd begun to lose respect from the troops. But the fact was that there would have to be some changes this time around. New Empire had been slowly decaying as the rest of the world changed. The crowds and the glistening podium and decorations were blue, gray, and gold shimmering in the sun.

Stepping out of the limo, the marine honor guard saluted, and he returned it. Walking to the podium, he truly felt he could show that his campaign wasn't full of bollocks. He would deliver. He'd have to.

Two miles away, another soldier prepared for an even more nation-changing event. His uniform was that of an electrical service company, but the eyes and face betrayed a job of such mediocrity. A large case of tools sat with him as the service elevator creaked up to the top level of the office building, some healthcare group. In the distance he could see the Fortress commons, choked with people. Helicopters flew in circles, looking for those who would attempt to interrupt the ceremony. Riot police were farther out, holding back protestors.

He grinned as he crept under the tarp over the 'broken' antenna. His case of tools contained devices of a different nature. The spotting scope came out first, his brain working as he calculated the shot-though one worked out long before on different visits to the antenna array.

Hellerich stepped up the podium where the chief justice was waiting. The vow came off his tounge smoothly, he'd done it before and now was feeling as confident as ever. The nation looked upon this man in silence, waiting in anticipation for his speech. As the vow finished, President Hellerich, smiling, lowered his right hand, turned to the podium, and exploded.

--

The soldier had plenty of time to line up his shot, as the President stood stock still, firmly dedicating himself to the nation and its people. As he did, the entire world of this soldier focused itself upon him, the wind, and his trigger finger. Squeezing the trigger, the rifle bucked and a 15.5mm Draka round roared towards the chest of the President. He did not bask in the splendor of his shot, he merely worked the bolt and fired again.

--

The crowd went into shock as the remains of the President's upper torso ragdolled backwards. The Presidential Guard raced to bring the rest of the officials to cover, but it was no use at all. Soon the Vice President took a shot to the back. He was not dead, but would be in about a minute. The crowd was completely insane. People were scrambling to get out of the way when one of the Presidential advisors ceased to exist as a functioning human being.

--

"JESUS CHRIST, what is going on down there?"

Chief Warrant Officer 2 Raymond Felsinger looked from his gun turret's camera down at the chaos at the podium. Radio orders barked towards the pilot, and soon the TVL-88 swung around towards an office building. The intercom crackled.

"THE BASTARD'S OVER THERE. HE'S GOT AN ANTI-MATERIAL RIFLE, SAME CALIBER AS YOUR CHIN MOUNT. WATCH YOURSELF, THIS GUY GOT THREE PERFECT SHOTS OFF IN LESS THAN A MINUTE. NOW LET'S TAKE HIM OUT."

The gunner switched to thermal, looking for something in the building. He found movement, but the signature was faint, flickering in and out of visibility.

"FUCKER HAS THERMAT!"

The PG troops in the hold swore at this, and signaled to be taken to the ground.

"WE SET UP A PERIMETER. THERE'S NOBODY IN THAT BUILDING BUT HIM, SO IF YOU GET A BEAD, WE WASTE HIM."

The pilot and gunner nodded as they watched the PG troops move in. The helicopter hovered upwards, when suddenly the man appeared again.

"I SEE HIM!"

"DON'T WASTE YOUR TIME, SMOKE HIM!"

The three barreled 15.5mm cannon in the chin took less than a second to spin up, and a burst of the rounds smashed clear through the building, one of the ten not making it through entirely when it hit a support beam.

"SCREW THIS, I CAN'T TRACK HIM."

--

The soldier watched as the area immediately behind him vaporized from a burst of gatling gun fire. The elevator was just ahead. He'd pressed the button for it to go up on the floor above, so he would be safe for now. Taking a little sphere of C4, he mashed it against the doors and turned to the side, setting it off. The metal doors burst open, falling down the shaft. Locating a secure wire, he began rapelling down to the basement. From there, he located a service tunnel to one of the underground highways that traced through the cities. Grabbing a motorcycle placed inside earlier, he roared into the traffic, hoping to break the time it would take for the police to transfer forces and set up a new cordon. Gunning it, the vehicle sped away. They would find the melted remains of his rifle on the roof, the result of a thermite charge.

--

Two hours later he was tracing the route of a local river in the suburbs, when he came to a restaurant. A high-end sedan sat there, in a silver color. It was a popular model, plenty of people had them. Taking his Swiss knife he found another vehicle, fortunately with the plate of a different city-state. Switching the plates, he drove off.

The young man who emerged from the restaurant half an hour later found that his car was missing. Embarrassed, he called the police in front of his date as the police came to take him to the station. When he arrived he found that local police units had seen many similar vehicles, but none with his liscence plate. Nobody notice the motorcycle in the river, or the fact that one of the janitor's cars bore the missing identification.

[Old Fortress Commons - Berliston]

It was all over, had been for hours. But you could still smell it. Blood stained the ground, and the place stank of shit. The bodies, or what remained of them, had already been zipped up and rushed to the morgue. Ballistic analysis showed the bullets were close in grain size to DrakArms 15.5x120mm, which would explain why there were consistent kills made at nearly two miles. Whoever made the shots was a professional sniper, and had virtually disappeared: nobody had seen anything of him but his heat signature.

--

Jan Smit had a plain name by most people's standards. But as he stood in front of the cameras in a televised broadcast from the Old Fortress a day after the incident, he was the most powerful man in the nation. As the Speaker for the Senate, he was a member of one of the two groups that competed against Hellerich's Centrist Party, the National Alliance.

Straightening his tie, he looked into the camera and began to speak.

--

[Outside Point Dasch]

"Only a day later and they're still fucking protesting. It's been a week, you'd think they'd give it up."

The two Hyland-Nikolaas Industries mercs, or as they were legally termed 'security employees', stood at their post, watching the 40,000 or so protestors outside their compound. Police stood outside too, but they hadn't really done much against the mass.

The issue of corporate power had become so intense that even staunch Centrist Hellerich had been forced to bow to the complaints of the New Socialist Party. And despite the mass investigations and litigation, the protestors had been there for a week. The usual signs about mercenary atrocities in Blightland or MPHK or some other godforsaken hellhole were there, along with more drivel about economic equality.

The technological age had brought wonders for the conspiracy theorists. Someone had circulated stolen information from the investigative reports: The rounds that killed the president were exclusively marketed by the HNI subsidiary, DrakArms. And so now there were a few 'corporations killed the president' signs along with everything else. Of course, the NSP had reason to hate Hellerich too- all sorts of increases to Law Enforcement and 'privacy-violating' databases and systems had put them in fury for years.

In the background, some political commentators were discussing the ramifications of Smit becoming President.

"-Well, we've all seen the reports on how many jobs the Safe Market Act would cost the workforce, and the NA isn't going to tolerate anything like that. We're going to see a reversal in economic trends now that the Centrist Party's 20 years of success is over."

Viral information would work against the NSP however. An email message from an address known to be affiliated with a pro-NSP radical group called the Equality Front, great admirers of Rosseau and other less savory characters in UCSNE politics, had released not only calls for the 'general will to take power from the grasp of tyrants' and 'to keep struggling though one obstacle has been removed', but a photo from the scope of the rifle before it had been fired.

Released the next day, the nation had gone beserk. The Equality Front had a paramilitary arm, and whoever agnchng@equalityfront.org was, they were close to the assasin. The various law enforcement agencies and the government tried to quiet the people calling for retaliation, but an investigation was launched. The populace believed they knew who had killed the President, but they longed to know why.

[Sloane Residence, Halisfavon]

Robert Sloane was a head member of the NSP-Equality Front, which meant nothing good for him had come of the past day. He lay sleepless in his bedroom, lying on the floor with some pillows in the bed. His windows were shut, and cans of Red Bull lay by his bedside. An S12K shotgun was in his shoulder strap, a Glock chambered in .357 in a hip holster. And then the knock on his door. Two short raps.

A man in his late 30s, he looked much older at the time. He said nothing and checked his weapons. They knew he was in here. The warning. They said they had a warrant. And then the battering ram. At that moment he realized that he'd rigged the door when some angry college students tried to break in. Getting up, he shouted, but the words that came out of his mouth were drowned out by a claymore mine.

Someone yelled something out. And then the first cop appeared.

Except it wasn't a cop. It was a Murph*. In full M193 ORC armored battledress.

The power armored figure cocked its (his? hers? there was no way to tell.) M9 carbine and fired a ringfoil round into his chest. His wind knocked out, he collapsed to the floor, and the ORC ripped the gun off its strap, and took the pistol and kicked it away. Another ORC cuffed him, and from there he was dragged into an APC, towards some of the most infamous facilities in the nation.

[Outside Point Dasch]

And suddenly, the police moved in. Looking for the distinct red-gray markings of the EF members, tear gas was fired into the crowd as gas masked troopers fought their way through the crowd. Batons and LTL weapons made themselves present, and then the rocks started to fly. They were met with bursts of LTL weapons. Soon the entire area was cleared out, gas masked mercenaries and policemen rounding up the EF members.

[James Teller residence, Peringeln Range]

From his family estate in the mountains, James Teller watched in fear and concern. The TV showed hundreds of arrests, murders by vigilantes- anyone even associated with the EF was having it come down on them like a ton of bricks. And then he saw the cars. Well cleaned, black, snaking up the driveway.

He tried to straighten his appearence up as he walked out to meet them. The men who got out would have looked normal if it wasnt for the pistol holsters and DSA** jackets.

"Your ties to the Equality Front have forced us to arrest you, the primary donor to the EF organization. Our actions are legitimate under the National Emergency Act of 1996. You are entitled to-"

The chairman of the New Socialist Party listened somberly and was lead into the vehicle, and then to a DSA holding facility. The entire political party was coming apart at the seams.

--
*Murph- term for MIRF, or Mobilie Intervention and Reaction Force, a Special Forces/CT unit.

**DSA- Domestic Security Agency, UCSNE equivalent of FBI and DEA.

[Poseidon, Oceanic City-States]
Millions of tons of corporate and government investment floated here, giant artificial islands now light up in the night. This was a haven for the corporate and the right-wing, socialists despised the place, when they were built 10 years ago, over 100 died in a terrorist/riot incident over the legality of the operation.

And so, as the soldier's CVL-88, registered to Nightfall Systems, flew in, he felt a sense of relief. There would be little police pressence here, because there were virtually no left wingers (or poor or criminals for that matter, considering it was an artifical island, there were no space for slums and those who couldnt pay for room.) After the usual clearances, the aircraft, along with the other 11 passengers, set down at PIA, an added on module. From there, he caught a monorail to the primary section of Poseidon, and then, to the new headquarters of Nightfall Systems.

It was a big building, shining and glorious. He walked through the main hallway, the walls covered with photographs of the various products and employees. He looked around. They weren't there. Fuck it all, they put him on the grid for nothing. Unless...

He turned around and began walking out. Jogging his memory, he remembered the safe house. Not too far from here. He called a cab, and soon he was moving.

[Old Fortress]

Jan Smit was now the President of the UCSNE.

Shaking hands in the forearm grip common of soldiers, he listened to the wishes for good luck. He would need it. The nation needed it. He walked over the the podium (secure inside the Old Fortress, of course), and began to speak.

"People of the United City States, I would say I am proud to hold his honor if it was not for the unfortuante circumstances that have brought me here. The two men who perished to bring me here were great men, and I can only hope to serve the nation as well as they did.

"But we have a greater task at hand! Over a week ago, three people were slain. We have been acquiring evidence. And I will not lift the State of Emergency until these bastards have been brought in. I will search and investigate every group necessary until we have the assailant at hand. This crime will..."

[HNI headquarters , outside Point Dasch]

The elevator slowly came down to the parking garage, making a ding as the doors opened. Picking up his briefcase, the tired IT worker walked over to his car. A really nice 2020 Henzer Cougar, in a dark blue paintjob. Unlocking it, he got into the vehicle and turned on the radio, flipping past the news reports to classic rock. He swiped his parking pass through the gate, and soon he'd be home.

But the road wasn't quite clear. The riot police were struggling to keep the protestors out of the parking lot, and someone was running at his car with a crowbar from the side. Another came from the front, with a knife. They were high-schoolers, just punks pissed off with the usual shit.

A police officer mouthed 'go!' over the din, and so he gunned it. His eyes wide as plates, the kid jumped to the side but got clipped, sending him flying into a cop, the knife sinking into the riot trooper's thigh. The man and his car drove onward, he was out of the worst to come.

The cop reacted on instinct, putting the kid into a compliance hold and slamming him into the pavement. His nose started to ooze blood. The other protestors only saw a teenager being beat into the pavement, and an angry and frustrated protestor, the one who was bearing the crowbar, slammed it into the cop's helmet. Through the seething pain he yelled officer down, and then the shooting started.

Another riot trooper drew his Seburo J10, and fired. Two 10mm JHP rounds slammed into the back of the crowbar bearing man, dropping him in a messy affair. The crowd around him suddenly quieted. A girl looked frantically to the cop trying to come to his senses after the blow, then to the corpse and the expanding pool of blood under it and then to the riot cop holding the weapon.

"You... You killed him. BASTARD!"

The news spread like wildfire, and instead of fear, it was anger. The police switched back to non-lethal weapons, but then, several dozen protestors drew arms or molotov cocktails. Bullets began to fly as the two groups exchanged fire. In the end, when the crowds had dispersed, 45 were dead, 7 of them by collateral. The reporters caught it instantly.

Fifteen minutes later a Point Dasch police station was hit with a bomb. A propane tank wrapped with C4 was almost enough to collapse the building. Eighteen police officers were killed instantly, with many more in the hospital. Another two bombings occured at the homes of police chiefs, killing three in total.

[Point Dasch Police Station District 3]

"ALRIGHT! ORDERS JUST CAME IN!"

The men in the equipment room looked up at the officer standing in the door, waiting with anticipation.

"Martial law has been declared. We've got a unit of Murphs, and the Janissaries coming in too. I want everyone on patrol in full gear. This shit is gonna be real hot."

Every weapons locker was open as the troopers gathered their pick of armarment. Assault rifles, shotguns, SMGs, and plenty of body armor were flying off the racks as police prepared for what was sure to be a violent conflict.

Anyone carrying arms was to be given one warning, and then killed. And killing there was.

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If you read all that, congratulations, I guess.

So the summary: It appears that socialists have assasinated the President and Vice President of the UCSNE, leaving the much vaunted seat open to a Rightwing Speaker. Arrests are made, and riots continue to break out. Eventually, martial law is declared. And then you guys start to come in.

Excellent. I'll need to think of an excuse to get in, I was thinking of this:

With the sudden debilitating illness of the Pirokajuon Nicanor Angelicus, the military has been growing slowly less and less contented with the appointed regent, Minister of Foreign Relations and Defense Veresi. Veresi, knowing his troublesome position, knows that he should send the majority of the soldiers away to a far away war, so they won't have the idea to meddle in politics. However, superficially, the Emmitian government will be sympathetic to your cause against the socialists, the country itself being ravaged by a socialist regime before the Imperial Revolution. Flash pictures of the various generic death camps, promote the war against the anti-humanity communist scum, etc..etc..etc..

How does that sound?

When is the thread for this going to be open, by the way? Any set date? (If this has become the RP thread, take this entire message as OOC.)

Sounds fine, and no, this isn't RP, its just to give you guys a picture of whats happening all over my nation.

Hmmm...Alright. Religeon might not be the excuse I use to got o war here, then. Any other reason a liberal but fiercly religeous country would go to war there?

Hmmm... Perhaps some of your citizens are in the nation, and they're arrested for being associated with the Equality Front or another hardline socialist group.

Or maybe instead of being arrested, they're caught in one of the Martial Law Zones and gunned down.

I owe you a war due to skipping out on you that time we were going to have one, New Empire :(

If there's an open slot for "Other", then I'd like in.

Well, sure. Would be easier if you picked a side, unless you want to try and make a power grab while my nation fights itself.

Well, sure. Would be easier if you picked a side, unless you want to try and make a power grab while my nation fights itself.

We need an IC thread, my friend, and I'll be diving into this as soon as I can. :)

I typed a huge post and these fecking forums!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!Arrgh I will try again tommorow.

I like to Join the Leftists, oh and The Hatarians want to turn New Empire into a Imperial Republic like Hataria's.

Well, sure. Would be easier if you picked a side, unless you want to try and make a power grab while my nation fights itself.

Hmm... I'm thinking I could do a duplicate of what I'm trying in VSI at the moment, which is basically move in a bunch of peacekeepers and attempt to stabilize the region and remove foreign invaders and so forth-- basically play the role of good samaritan.

I'd like people to either help the liberals or try and takeover the government itself... BTW, IC thread at http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=432821 if you didn't see it.

But you guys all check out, feel free to post. Still thinking of some good character based RP in the martial provinces, and I'll have a new map showing areas of influence.

Hmmm... Perhaps some of your citizens are in the nation, and they're arrested for being associated with the Equality Front or another hardline socialist group.

Or maybe instead of being arrested, they're caught in one of the Martial Law Zones and gunned down.
:)