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The Imperial Palalce, Granton, Findan
Major General Sir Rodger de Counrtney walked up the stairs of the Imperial Palace. Tonight's the night he thought my special forces unit is guarding the palace, and not those godessd*amned Marines that the Emperor loves so bloody much. He was saluted his special forces at the enternce to the main part of the palace. He said to Major Ross McHugh "It's time." Just then an explosion happend inside the Marine barracks.

Emperor Samuel Vandaland II and his wife Empres Heather H'Ines-Vandaland woke right away. Lt. Ralph Jessington, a marine and personal friend of the Emperor's rushed in and said "All you guys alright?"


They said "Yes."

Stay here, get dressed, I'll be right back"

Lt. Jessington rushed off into the darkness.

OOC:More to come later.

Lt. Jessington ran into Maj. McHugh. He said "Sir, whats going on?"

"Your going to die, you hippie metahuman loving b*stard"

Lt. Jessington Grabbed for his gun, but he was shot by a short burst of Maj.McHugh's M-16. He did not even have time to scream.

An Army Major ran down and said "Ross waht are you doing!"

"Killing you" as he let loose another burst of gunifre.

Both the Emperor and Empress were dressed within minuets. Col.Alfred de Hessington VI ran into the Imperial bedchamber panting. "Are you guys fine?" he asked.

"yes, Al we are alright"
Another explosion ripped though the palace.

The Empress went to look what happand.

"No!" shouted Col. de Hessington "Do not go near the windows, duck and douse the light."

Before the Emperor could douse the light, de Courtney's men shut off the power supply to the city of Granton.

Whats your purpose with this?

OOC:This very open.
IC: Rodger de Counrtney spoke to his men "Now you shall go fourth and eliminate the metahuman lovers that is our goverment. May the Dark God grant you a space." now Go!"
"Heil de Courtney!" yelled the men

14 Palace Street
Prime Minister Sir David Thaxton was awaken my the explosions. Within a minute de Courtney's men were at his door. His son Oliver answed. A Leitenant shot him and then preceed to go to Thaxton's bedroom.

"Wha,wha, what do you want?" he asked unable to conceal his fear

"For you to die metahuman' said the Leiutenant as he shot both the Prime Minister and his wife

OOC: I may join, supporting the Emperor, I like metahumans, but I do not know yet.

Whats your purpose with this?
A pro-Fasisct group led my a general attack the goverment, hoping to set up a Fasicst state.

OOC: I may join, supporting the Emperor, I like metahumans, but I do not know yet.
OOC:That would be just fine.
IC:Imperial Military Command Center

"General Roberts, sir" said a fritened Lt. Colonel "The palace is under attack, code red"

Code red stode for an attack on the Imperial Palace by Findanian troops.

"What troops, Cummings" askied General Bill Roberts

"Sp,sp, special forces, sir" replied Lt.Col. Cummings

"Send in the Marines, Cummings"

Within five minuets Lt.Col. Cummings was with a a crack Marine team aboard two Chinook(SP) Heliocopters heading to defend the Emperor

OOC: Sorry, I meant Starenell does not know. Send a call for help or something.

From television transmitters in the Imperial Command Center General roberts made a sppech to the world " ttention nations of the world, approximatly one hour ago a coup started in Granton, our capital. We do not have many troops in the capitol area loyal to the Emperor so I'm asking for help from all nations. Thank you very much"

OOC: Thanks
Secret IC to Emperor: We are sending help immediatly. It consists of a Special Forces Shadowdancer unit, with fifty men, and the Ar'ee Guards. Air support is provided by Colonel Donohues Zerthoni aair Battalion.

The Chinooks closed on the Palace. Marines in one of Chinooks opend fire uopn the special Forces.

De Courtney thought perfect Roberts you fallen into my trap
Three Special Forces soldiers with Stinger anti-aircraft missiles fired on the Chinooks.

"Oh Sh*t" yelled Lt.Cummings before a missiles slammed into his Chinook. The second Chinook tird to do evassive menouver,but it was shot down as well.

"Sir," said Col. de Hessington "I've just recived word from IMCC, that Starenell is sending help"
"Thank the Godess" said the Emperor.

The 1st skycat flotilla is on it's way

a regiment of assault guard is being mobilised and will be sent by battallion when they have been preped

if you need them quickly then they can be sent as pure infantry and their armour can come later

OOC: just so you know what I am talking about, a skycat is a kind of airship but with more use being faster, bullet proof, able to land anywhere and so on (so they are slower then planes but more robust with virtually no radar signature, they are also able to carry about the same level of armament as the smaller naval vessels) so all in all they offer a nice compromise between aircraft and ships

assault guard are my standing army, they are well trained though your officers may find them a little unmilitary as they are trained to fight with little else being included so they are not square bashers in any way

regiment:10,000 men plus any supporting things (armour, artillary, heavy anti aircraft)
battalion: 1000 men plus support
company:100 men
platoon:50 men
squad:10 men
Combat squad:5 men

OOC: Ooh, I want some of those SkyCat things.
BIC: Ar'ee Guards are 12,000 troops. (Marines)
Zerthoni are 20 airplanes. (Four wings of five)
ETA One day.

Encrypted message to the government of Findan:

In the interest of security, the Republic of N Y C offers a air wing with a military escort to evacuate up to 1,200 civilians and/or government officials from Findan. If accepted, we can reach your capital within 24 hours.
Sincerely,
Sec. of Defense Shavaster Kline
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The force consists of:
6: 200 seater jets
15: Escort aircraft
10: Fighter jets

OOC:I have a arms industry so you can have some (special discount rates for allies)

my first batallion will be ariving soon so if you could tell me where to deploy

also the 4th flotilla is available to move your forces if necessary and also to provide close support and air suppremacy roles

OOC: Yeah is there a city or something for me to set up in? Near the coast and the capital?

OOC:Starenell you may aet up in Croon, a coastal city near Granton, our capital.
IC: :"Sir" said a Col. William Hodges "Pantyellan is sending support"

"That's great tell them we accept" replied General Roberts

"Sir" said a young captain "The choppers were shot down. Apparently that b*stard de Courtney had some troops armed with Stingers"

"D*amn"

SECRET TRANSMISSON TO PANTYCELLAN

THANKS FOR THE HELP.

END SECRET TRANSMISSION

SECRET TRANSMISSON TO NYC

THANKS FOR OFFER. BE PREPARED TO STAND BY AT SOMEGO NAVAL AIR STATION.

END TRANSMISSION

OOC: I assume you would have no complaints to my entering this RP? After all, my Emperor does have a connection with your own...or did a while back. You seem to have a new Emperor now, which has confused me a little. What's his relation with your Emperor Matthew III?

If you do have no objections to my entering, would you like to suggest the size of force I send? I don't want to flood the RP or get mauled, and I find fitting in with the plans of the host to be generally beneficial.

The Ar'ee Guards and the Zerthoni have set up camp near the city of Croon. A wing of Zerthoni is always patroling the skies. The marines are preparing to push forward with 1st battalion (2000 scouts) 2nd battalion (2000 regular troops) and 6th battalion (250 tanks). The other battalions will guard. The strike will be protected by the Zerthoni and will initiate as soon as the Lyra Defense Force (Airforce) arrives in 2 days. 3rd battalion (2000 regulars) is training volunteers from Croon and the surrounding area.

OOC: I assume you would have no complaints to my entering this RP? After all, my Emperor does have a connection with your own...or did a while back. You seem to have a new Emperor now, which has confused me a little. What's his relation with your Emperor Matthew III?

Samuel II is the Great-Grandson of Mathiew II. Sam is married to Heather H'Ines of Aust.
Sam is currently25 years old.
If you do have no objections to my entering, would you like to suggest the size of force I send? I don't want to flood the RP or get mauled, and I find fitting in with the plans of the host to be generally beneficial.


Go ahead enter.You can send like a battalion of Spec. Forces.

OOC: Is that great-grandson of Matthew II or Matthew III? It doesn't matter too much, but it affects how my Emperor will respond to the news of this event, which will start my response.

In the meantime, I'm writing up my entry to this already. 1 Battalion of Elites are in-bound. Do you have a coastline, btw?

OOC: Is that great-grandson of Matthew II or Matthew III? It doesn't matter too much, but it affects how my Emperor will respond to the news of this event, which will start my response.

In the meantime, I'm writing up my entry to this already. 1 Battalion of Elites are in-bound. Do you have a coastline, btw?
OOC: Mathiew III (That's the way its spelled btw.)Yes I do have a coastline. Your troops can land at Croon were troops from Starenell, and regulr Findanian units are gathering. De Courtney is Fascst btw.

OOC: Sorry, I just found out I'm going on a trip, forget my offer...

The Imperial Palace Complex, Terila, Falastur


"And so, I promise you, the people of Falastur, that I will do everything in my power to..."

With his Secretary's fingers scrabbling furiously over the keys of her computer, recording the speech to the nation that was in free flow from his lips, Emperor Matthew VI of Falastur paced the room of his grand study, his mind racing over, under, in and out of the words for his latest speech to the nation, words which after several years of practise flowed smoothly from his tongue as if they were liquid. Pausing mid-flow, Matthew stopped to look out through the windows which ornately filled the majority of the North-western wall of the study, giving a view from the fifth floor of the Offices - themselves at one of the highest points in the immense city of Terila. The view before him was stunning, a view over several miles of city moving progressively down in height above sea-level before reaching the lapping edge of the currently serene Atlantic Ocean, which was now bathed in the glorious orange and red of the setting Sun a little off to the West. Sighing, partly at the beauty of the sight, and partly at the exhaustion and tedium of the day which was drawing to a close, Matthew took a breath in, before picking up where he left off. Coming to the end of the sentence, the young Emperor was just about to pluck a ripe metaphor from the depths of his vocabulary and imagination, when the large monitor adorning the South-Western wall,reserved for priority broadcasts the likes of which were rarely good news, winked into life to show the face of an aging advisor, a man responsible for monitoring international news broadcasts for matters of high importance. Smashing his fists down on the fortified glass in front of him in a momentary fit of anger, having been interrupted at the worst possible point, Matthew quickly composed himself before turning to the screen.

"Yes, Dalton. I'm all ears, what's the news?"

"Sir...it concerns Findan. Quite a troubling event is unfolding at this very moment."

His heart suddenly quickening in pace, more so than usual, Matthew took a chair in anticipation of the gravity of the news. "Break it to me slow and brief. What's happening?"

"Sir, it appears that a coup d'etat is in progress. The life of your brother-in-law may well be at stake."

The Emperor put a hand to his head, rubbing his temple before sliding down his face in protracted anxiety. "Does Anne know of this?"

"Your wife is being informed as we speak, Sir."

"Good. Thank you, Dalton."

"Duty, Sir. Do you wish this news to be released to the press?"

"Keep it on a low-level setting. I don't want the public to think that just because I have a personal tie to the nation, I will endanger our security. Whether I do or not is a different matter. Your duty, Director Dalton." With a saddened nod, and a quiet "Sir", Dalton disappeared from the screen, the image going blank and leaving the room in a mournful silence. After a few seconds of agonised prayer, Matthew turned to his Secretary. "Sophie, put Field Marshal Mayes on the air, and close the speech. We'll resume work on it later."

"Duty, Sir." There was a brief lull in the room, before once again the screen winked into life, this time to show an immaculately-dressed military man sitting in front of a large Falasturian flag.

"Marshal Hayes, I take it you have been informed of the situation in Findan?"

"The report is on my screen, Sir."

"Then you are most likely better informed than I am of the size of the situation. Tell me, what size of force could you send there to ensure the safety, if that is still possible when they arrive, of the Imperial Family? It would need to be a force capable of fighting its way to the Palace and back again. And I want Elites, Marshal. We will send in a small force to carry out this task, so that the conflict doesn't embroil the nation. If we are successful, then I will consider war with the Privy Council."

"From preliminary reports, Sir, a force dropped in at a time and location of our choosing, factoring in surprise to our advantage, and the possibility of air support...I should think a battalion of Elites, with the necessary support - personnel carriers and such - should be able to do the task. I would advise sending the whole Regiment if I were you, however, Sir. Three battalions to maintain a beachhead on the coast to ensure smooth Evac, and potential support if necessary. A battalion to go in quickly and do the dirty work."

"And how far is Findan from our nearest garrisoned territory?"

"By chance, Sir, an Imperial military base lies not five hundred miles from their coast"

"Then make it so, Marshal. I am giving you the authority to select the unit involved, and to authorise carrier-based air support as well as naval transportation to and from Findan. You make all the arrangements...Your duty, Field Marshal Hayes."

"Duty, Sir."

Watching the screen flash to nothingness once more, Matthew put his head in hands, before noticing the door open as his wife Anne, Empress of Falastur as well as Princess of Findan, stepped into the study, escorted by several aides and a section of Imperial Guard. Standing up to take her in his arms, he dried her tears with a gentle finger before letting her rest her head upon his shoulder, droplets running down her cheeks already, to replace those dried away.

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Croon, Findan
A number of hours later


A chill wind picked up seemingly the instant the landings began, tormenting the trees and foliage in the surrounding landscape, sending powerful waves into the sides of the landing craft, causing more than a few procrastinations from the pilots of the few transport helicopters that came as compliment of the Task Force Fleet accompanying the Regiment of Falasturian Elite Infantrymen, yet on the whole the Falasturians touched down, by air or sea, to find themselves at a reassuringly warm and sunny location, and already fairly brimming with the troops of both Starenell and loyalist Findanian units. As regular air patrols - an unnecessary precaution given that the area was already firmly under the control of Imperial-friendly troops - secured the area, the four battalions of troops formed up, hurried into positions in a defensive perimeter by confident Officers and berating Sergeants, while the command element of the Regiment met up with the local commanders, and arranged their Mobile Command Station Unit (MCSU)s in a well-protected area in a naturally-defensible position. To the rear of the Regiment, the armoured element was assembled, in the form of a small handful of MBTs, as well as APCs, and a handful of other armoured novelties which had proved themselves vital in combat situations. By the time the Sun beat down upon the troops creating shadows almost a metre large to a standing man, and watches showed the time as a little after 3pm, local time, the Regiment was established, and the 1st Battalion were ready. With a nervous tension that made every action be carried out at the fastest possible pace, the Battalion rs formed into skirmish formations, and so left the encampment at a fast pace, their destination - Granton, the Imperial Palace, and the Imperial Family in dire peril that it contained.

OOC: Exactly how far are my troops at Croon from the capital, by the way?

OOC: I am sending my first battlion to the capital city and they will set up a base on the outskirts of your capital and your loyalist forces can fight out to it and we can use my forces to help them to get out.

The 2nd and 3rd battlion's are landing at Croon to support the other coalition forces

BIC: The Findan troopers were amased at the large white things landing all around them
Trooper Bagen was the first to speak "Bloody hell what the fuck are they sarge?"

The hatches on the thing opened and a small stocky figure strode out wearing a uniform that looked like it had been made entirely from pockets filled with various military equipment. it was black with armour plates and holsters for various weapons and the overall effect was quite scary despite the fact that whoever they were was only 5 foot 7 high.

The person took off what turned out to be her face mask to reveal a rather pretty young female face.

"Who the hell is in charge here" she shouted
"umm..... I guess I am miss...." stuttered sergeant brandon
"Well go get your officers, get people to unload our equipment and don't call me miss it's Colonel Anhagred Evans to you or at a stretch comrade understand no off you go now!"

As the NCO ran off as fast as he could Ani looked round "great lets get things started"

has every one given up?

OOC: I was away.
The Starenellian assult forces moved towards the capitol, and encountered heavy resistance on the outskirts of the city the called for help from Pantycellen. Another battalion moved in.

OOC: Sorry, I got busy. Croon is about 69 miles from Granton.
IC: Imperial Palace, Granton, Findan

De Courtney cursed. He had been informed that Falastur, Starenell andPantycellan were coming to help the Royals out.

In the Imperial bedchamber, De Hesington came up to the Emperor and said "Sir,its time to evacuate the Palace"

"Everything is secure?"

"Yessir"

The Royals left the chamber and went though several hallways before they entered a new hallway. The hallway soon became a tunnel and they found Vespa scooters downthere. Within an hour they were at the Imperial Militray Command Center, outside the capital. General Roberts said "Welcome to IMCC, your majesties."

Allied Command Center, outside Croon, Findan

Brigadeir General Thomas Delhomme was pleased. His Marines would be ready to move on the Palace within the hour. He'd already briefed his Battalion Comanders. 3rd Batalion would retake the Henry R. Jones Power Plant, 6th Battalion would retake the Prime Minister's house, and 5th, 9th and 10th Battalions would take the Imperial Palace along with Falasturian, Starenellan, and Pantycellan troops.

The phone rang. " Croon Joint Task Force Base, Brigader Delhomme speaking"

"This General Roberts at IMCC Hawk has arrived repeat Hawk has arrived" and then the line went dead.

That ment the Emperor and Empress arrived though the secret Imperial Escape Tunnels under the Imperial Palace and they were at the Imperial Military Commander Center.

It was time to go.

Bump

the 4th flottilla will be available to evacuate the monarchy and any troops in the area of the palace

the 1st and 2nd assault guard regiments will advance on the capital as fast as possible and can findan and starenell troops destroy pockets of resitance

Allied Commander Center, Croon, Findan

Brigader Delhomme ran out to the Pantycellan flotilla.

He extened his hand to Colonel Evans, "Brigader Thoas Delhomme, Imperial Findanian Marine Corps. We are very thankful for your help."

Henry R. Jones Power Plant, Nieburg, Findan

The Henry R. Jones Poer Plant sat at the orthern end of Nieburg, a wealthy suberb of Granton. 100 Special Forces troopers stood guard, waiting for the so-called "Allied Forces". Lt. Jack R. Smith Commanded this unit. He was going to be glad when this was over and De Courtney was Emperor.. Ths Bossman himself said that he'd get to be Col. Smith for his work in cutting the power to the City of Granton.

Imperial Militray Command Center, Granton, Findan

General Roberts said "Your highness, the 3rd Marine Batalion is getting ready to move on the Henry R. Jones Power Plant, in Nieburg."

"Good, very good." replied Emperor Samuel II.

OOC: Sorry to make so many OOCs, I really didn't mean it, but my next post kind of hinges upon when I meet the rebelling troops first, whether at your capital or en route. Either an OOC note as to when I will meet them, and in what strength, or an IC post saying the same thing, would be very helpful.

Oh, and Pantycellen...I haven't given up. I just find it much easier to RP in response to posts than in one-person RPs. So I was looking for a post by someone to reply to IC.

OOC:no worries I was just on here for 2 days and didn't see anyone on here

IC: Lieutenant Duggan watched her crew quietly get on with their tasks around the bridge of the skycat indomitable as it patrolled the airspace around Granton. One of the surveyer officers rose to her feet and approched the command lectern "Comrade I have heat readings in the power facility to the west that equate with a sizeable force of troops", Duggan replied "some of our troops are supposed to be entering that facillity soon we shall warn them and ask if they would like a preparatory bombardment" "but they could move out by then and it is one of the first times we have been able to confirm that they are not friendly's" Duggan silenced her with a stern look "we don't know if they are our troops early, or if they don't want the generatium damaged untill we have confermation our missiles will stay in their racks that is all"

Angharad looked down on the proffered hand such greetings being completly alien to her, she bobbed her head slightly by way of greeting. "Where do you need us, how are your forces deployed, what are the quality of our opposition"

The brigadier was slightly taken aback by the brusque reply Colonel evans saw the bewilderment on his face "We are here to fight and win everything else is secondary, so let us begin"

OOC: Could have given me a link, can I RP heather now I'm here seeing as shes my princess (But your Emporeress)

IC: William was in the war room, pouring over charts of Holy Panloony and Austomagfreek, striving to find a way to defeat his enermys without losing to many Austian lives when the call came in.

"Sire?" An aide called to him from acroos the board, "You have a call sire, from Princess Heather, I know you ordered all calls blocked but..."

William grunted, he really didn't have time for this, he wondered what his cousain had to say, he fiddled with his wrist gaunclet and activated a tiny screen upon it, heathers face appeared on the screen. "Your majesty." She bowed to the camera,

"Heather, whats up."

"Findan is udner attack, I balive that rebles are attempting a revaloution and I balive Austs strength will be needed." A explosian sounded and the picture wobbled, the explosian had been close. Gun fire sounded in the background and the picture distorted a little.

"I really don't have the stength to give you Heather, in more peaceful time I would but now..."

"Whats happening in aust?" She asked,

"Where at war with Austomagfreek and Holy Panloony and a hell of a lot of other nations. We have many allies but still it's getting tight up ehre, world war 7 is starting, balive me." She gasped down the line,

"Then, my leige, I'm sorry to bother you. If Austs need is that great then..."

"Look, Heather, I can spare 1 legion maybe and a few squads of ASS, I'll get them other to you ASAP."

"Thank you sire." The screen shook again and the picture distored further, "I have to go." The screen went dark.

William stepped away from the table to begi to issue the nessaccary orders.

OOC:Sorry about the delay, ... I've been busy. Aust you can RP Heather. I'll also RP the war decloration later.
Imperial Military Command Center, Granton, Findan

The telconferecne with the reaming members of Parliment finished. We will declare war on Austomagfreek and Holy Panloony. We must first finsih the rebels.

Henery R. Jones Power Plant, Nieburg, Findan

The Batallion of Marines finisihed off DeCourtney's men with ease.

the 1st and 2nd heavy artillary fleets are being transfered

as is the 2nd heavy armour regiment (over 2000 armoured viercoles of varing types mainly warhammer Mk2 battle tanks and broadsword heavy tanks as well as the battleaxe light tanks and dagger reconosance viercoles)