NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Not that I have anything against the airstrip as a nation but... considering that my guys are not supposed to technically be in your nation Black Force's operatives are specifically ordered to make any hostilities appear to be the work of terrorist groups... but you must admit, it at least gives my commander a reasonable distraction with which to use to escape... :)

Under the cover of the ensuing chaos at the airstrip Trinton's remaining 4 men had managed to escape just in time as the sound of helicopters overhead told them that they were lucky to have gotten out when they did...

At least that chaos is over, even if I had to lose half my squad in the engagement... they died with honor

He knew that the men inside the base would probably go out with a bang, if not at least ingesting their cyanide before the blackshirts found them out... most likely the attacks would be attributed to the work of terrorists, at least he hoped as much, Manea's government could not afford such a blow in foreign affairs at this point and Black Force operatives around the world depended on the other operatives to keep their existence completely unknown... regardless, now was the time to return to their homes and they continued speeding off towards their staging area, content that the mission was finished... at least for now...

Meanwhile Admiral Osiris had received a return communication on the deck of his flagship the DRM Ambrosia.

To Commander of Manean Navy
From Admiral Lake, Vestern States TSO



I, Admiral Lake, Commanding officer of TSO, Vestern States Navy, would be happy to attend a meeting with You. May i suggest that we meet on any ship of your choise. I look forward to meet you.
We have no intentions of distrusting you in the matter of posing as an observationforce, since we are here in the same matter.


Best Wishes:
Admiral Martin Lake


Admiral Osiris was pleased that another nation had taken a similar interest in the situation and resolved to meet the Admiral at once to possibly discuss any recent happenings that they were aware of that his own fleet was not...
"Send the following transmission to Admirial Lake

From: Admiral Osiris
To: Admiral Lake

I am pleased by your prompt response to my previous communication and our mutual mission here in Farmina. I will gladly meet you on your own ship to discuss the recent occurances here and to share what we know about the situation. Consider this an act of trust on my part of your amicable intentions and to express my sincere hope that our collective navies may work together to resolve this situation as soon as possible. I will arrive as soon as is convenient for you by way of helicopter.

Cordially Yours,
Admiral Osiris 6th ESG


With that message dispatched the admiral went to prepare a helicopter with a small escort to meet the admiral of the Vestern States and was informed by a communications officer that the 5th Carrier Strike Group was currently inbound towards their position to aid in their mission

"Sir, we have recived a reply from admiral Osiris" the communication sofficer said once the messege from Manea had arived

"Wonderful, suggest that the meeting takes here on the Logaretis.I want an marine high guard unit to be ready to recive the admiral when he and his bodyguards arrive." Admiral Lake replied.


We are most happy to welcome you to the flagship of the Vestern States TSO, VSN LogaretisYou may arrive whenever you want.
I look forward to our meeting.

Your cincerly
Admiral martin lake

"You will be able to collect your brother and his men from Ricco; after the final battle is one," said Colonel Barry.

"And when will that be?" asked Dur.

"I hope it's soon," muttered Khur.

“What we seek shall be upon us within 24 hours Mr Dur,” said Colonel Barry, “My superiors will contact you when the next phase is to commence.”
He then hung up.

OOC: I appoligise for not posting earlier, I've been really busy. If I can't post my reply by the next time you are online, I give you permission to completely orchestrate the next phase, casualties included.

We are most happy to welcome you to the flagship of the Vestern States TSO, VSN LogaretisYou may arrive whenever you want.
I look forward to our meeting.

Your cincerly
Admiral martin lake


Having received the message Admiral Osiris had gathered up his cadre of bodyguards and boarded his personal seahawk helicopter and was about to land on the VSN Logaretis He was looking forward to the meeting and was pleased to notice that Admirial Lake had apparently prepared a group to greet him on arrival.

First impressions are always the most important thing in foreign affairs... a person's initial appearence was always the thing that was remembered the most after the conversations were finished and the parties had left the table.

Those were the words he had been taught during his time in foreign affairs and he heeded them well everytime he met with another nation. He would not present his nation in a bad manner. After the helicopter landed he headed out with 4 bodyguards and was escorted to Admirial Lake, whom he saluted out of a mutual respect for attaining the rank of Admiral then set out to business.

"Pleased to meet you at last dear Admiral, we Maneans have grown very concerned about the situation in Farmina and thought it would be in our mutual benefit since we are here in a similar capacity if we shared our knowledge of the situation within the nation with you, and would appreciate it if you would do the same for us. We've confirmed the engagement of a foreign fleet in Farmian territorial waters and most recently we've discovered a foreign troop presence within her borders in the area around the Verica airstrip... we're not sure what to think about it right now but I felt it best to share this information with you before we continued together, as a sign of our respect and trust for your presence and also as a possibility that we might work together should anything become of the democracy in Farmina. Do you feel that this is in our mutual interest? If so I will be glad to cooperate with your fleet in any engagements should it come to that... Any information you may have about Farmina would also be greatly appreciated by myself as well as the the government of Manea."

Having received the message Admiral Osiris had gathered up his cadre of bodyguards and boarded his personal seahawk helicopter and was about to land on the VSN Logaretis He was looking forward to the meeting and was pleased to notice that Admirial Lake had apparently prepared a group to greet him on arrival.



"Pleased to meet you at last dear Admiral, we Maneans have grown very concerned about the situation in Farmina and thought it would be in our mutual benefit since we are here in a similar capacity if we shared our knowledge of the situation within the nation with you, and would appreciate it if you would do the same for us. We've confirmed the engagement of a foreign fleet in Farmian territorial waters and most recently we've discovered a foreign troop presence within her borders in the area around the Verica airstrip... we're not sure what to think about it right now but I felt it best to share this information with you before we continued together, as a sign of our respect and trust for your presence and also as a possibility that we might work together should anything become of the democracy in Farmina. Do you feel that this is in our mutual interest? If so I will be glad to cooperate with your fleet in any engagements should it come to that... Any information you may have about Farmina would also be greatly appreciated by myself as well as the the government of Manea."


"Admiral Osiris, i´m pleased to welcome you onboard the VSN Logaretis" Admiral Lake said, as the High Guard fired salute fith their carbines.
"And i´m as much in the dark as you are, regarding the current situation in Farmina. We have yet been unable to confirm the idenity of the foregin fleet in farminian waters, witch really gives my intel-people a hard time.
And i am pleased to announce that TSO gladly wold coopertate with your fleet in this times. I think a good start would be to coordinate communication and movements."

Above them, a wing af fighters flew over, letting out streams of smoke, withch formed the colors of Manea and Vestern States.
"shall we get inside then?" Lake asked

"yep, i am about to retire and i figure i might as well go out with a bang" stated the president giving the chancelor an even oder look "don't you think i can fight?"
OOC: Sorry Piglatnia, forgot this post.

IC: “Well that’s darn fine of you Lord President,” said Chancellor Sullivan, “Although we can’t ensure your safety. I wish to offer our nation’s thanks for your true dedication to freedom. I shall have Jeffery provide everything you need.”
With that Chancellor Sullivan shook the President’s hand and left.

“This way,” said Jeffery, “The helicopters are already leaving, the attack begins at dawn.”

As Jeffery led the way, other black-shirts scurried around the President and his men, equipping them with pistols and assault rifles, covering them in armor and equipment.

Jeffery commented lightly, “I bet you didn’t expect this Lord President.”

Dan Rickhart stood on the top of the office block that housed President Grey, surrounded by his black-shirt guard. “Well you better get my copter back here smart,” he yelled into his mobile, “You can’t steal my transport, just because we are short.”

The air above Verica was rich with noise as aircraft raced west for the dawn assault. In the streets, the fighting had seemed to finally halt. Bursts of fire and rockets would occasionally burst into the air at the exodus, but the military had few resources where the Moralists had the most.

Mes jets and black-shirts on the ground move against any target that tried to bring the air vehicles to the ground. Military men weren’t stupid, and if they were, they quickly became dead as well.

Rickhart looked up as a helicopter began to descend towards the roof. “I can’t believe you made me share a helicopter with him,” he said into the phone at Johnson accusingly, “At least I shall be able to throttle Bashar with my own hands, or die trying. Goodbye Chancellor Johnson. It is a pleasure knowing you.”

He hung up and slipped his phone into his pocket, stepping aboard the now landed helicopter. And as Rickhart stepped aboard, the tired face of the fat ex-general looked back at him. Drooped in chains, Aricar said to the aging Moralist, “Perhaps today is a good day to die.”

---

“Lord Commander,” said the Colonel meekly entering the sleeping chambers of Supreme Commander Bashar.

“What?” responded the large man in the darkness, sounding mildly annoyed.

“There is a massive exodus by air from Verica,” responded the Colonel, “They are heading west, towards Ricco and possibly us.”

Bashar couldn’t believe that the Moralists knew where he was, but he didn’t want to take chances. “Get the fleets to commence aggressive action, and tell the Querens to standby,” he said.

“Should we order more troops here?” asked the Colonel.

“By the powers of the almighty, no,” responded Bashar, “We can’t afford to give away our position. It will be doom to us all.”

“As you insist, Lord Commander,” said the Colonel reluctantly.

Above them, a wing af fighters flew over, letting out streams of smoke, withch formed the colors of Manea and Vestern States.
"shall we get inside then?" Lake asked

Osiris was pleased at the show of friendship by the Vestern States navy and gladly followed Admiral Lake inside the ship.
"Well good sir, I'm glad that we can work together on this. As you have said it would be a good idea to coordinate our mission here, as such I will move my fleet over to join your ships so that communication and coordinated movements will be much easier to orchestrate. No doubt you will be pleased to know that I am expecting the arrival of a carrier strike group in the near future to aid in the protection of my fleet and also to aid in any military excursions we may undertake if it comes to that. That'll bring my troop strength up to about 31,000 marines from the 6,000 I have now. Combined with the fighter jets from the carrier as well as the helicopters I have in my task force it should allow us to make a decent headway into Farmian territory should the situation demand it. Our intelligence operatives fear that the foreign fleet may have unfriendly plans for Farmina since they attacked them once already and, as such, they may attempt to engage any other foreign forces in the region... I think we should prepare for an attack just in case. With our combined fleets we should be able to handle just about anything they might try to throw at us."

Osiris was pleased at the show of friendship by the Vestern States navy and gladly followed Admiral Lake inside the ship.
"Well good sir, I'm glad that we can work together on this. As you have said it would be a good idea to coordinate our mission here, as such I will move my fleet over to join your ships so that communication and coordinated movements will be much easier to orchestrate. No doubt you will be pleased to know that I am expecting the arrival of a carrier strike group in the near future to aid in the protection of my fleet and also to aid in any military excursions we may undertake if it comes to that. That'll bring my troop strength up to about 31,000 marines from the 6,000 I have now. Combined with the fighter jets from the carrier as well as the helicopters I have in my task force it should allow us to make a decent headway into Farmian territory should the situation demand it. Our intelligence operatives fear that the foreign fleet may have unfriendly plans for Farmina since they attacked them once already and, as such, they may attempt to engage any other foreign forces in the region... I think we should prepare for an attack just in case. With our combined fleets we should be able to handle just about anything they might try to throw at us."

"I agree" Lake said.
"I hope that we won´t be attacked, due to the fact that we togeter has a most powerful force under our command. Althoug Vestern Strates doesen´t have a large army, we still has a quite powerful airforce.
I have been prmised the support of six naval bomber commands(one command=200 planes).
And there os one more thing you shluld know" lake said slowly

Suddenly he ordered the guards to leave the meeting room
"guards, leave os alone"
The guards went away.
"What i´m about to tell you is very sensitivt anc extremle secret, but if we are going to cooperate, i think you may need to know."

He made a short pause.
"As we speak, three of Vestern Stetes strategic submarines, are out to sea, to conduct exercises, High Command hopes that the mere presence of the subs, once revealed, will force an attacker to reconcider his actions"

"And judging from the situation in Farmina, i suspect that the situation has grown a lot more worse that we first anticipated" Lake said with a deep voice

OOC: Can i engage someones fleet, also just as a bit of catchup can you tell me whats bassically going on with Vestern States and Manea?

"Thank you for sharing this information with me Admiral, it is much appreciated. While we're on the topic and since we are alone, I think you should also know that the 5th CSG has one of our own strategic subs with it as well. I think collectively they will send out the right... message... should anyone conceive of attacking our combined fleets. I doubt we will have to worry about any real foreign aggression given these additional resources, but sometimes nations must learn the hard way... The 5th CSG should be here shortly now that I think of it, they've been enroute for some time now, I will have to check with my communications officer onboard the Alderast . Once they are here I have no doubt that no military in the area will be able to put a dent in our forces, let alone force us to retreat...

OOC: My elite intelligence forces inside Farmina were able to uncover the presence of the foreign troops and I deployed a fleet to the region to observe and possibly intervene if the rightful government was attacked in any way. Since both myself and Vestern States are here as observers I thought it best if we worked together so we have been planning what to do in the event that things go bad and we get attacked by someone...

"Thank you for sharing this information with me Admiral, it is much appreciated. While we're on the topic and since we are alone, I think you should also know that the 5th CSG has one of our own strategic subs with it as well. I think collectively they will send out the right... message... should anyone conceive of attacking our combined fleets. I doubt we will have to worry about any real foreign aggression given these additional resources, but sometimes nations must learn the hard way... The 5th CSG should be here shortly now that I think of it, they've been enroute for some time now, I will have to check with my communications officer onboard the Alderast . Once they are here I have no doubt that no military in the area will be able to put a dent in our forces, let alone force us to retreat...

"So we have a total of four strategic submarines" Lake said.
"And i understand that you have to go to your vessel. It`s been a pleasure meeting you, and i´m glad that our combined forces are strong enough to solve any "situation" that migth occure. How long are we going to keep the submarines secret?"

The flight decks of the fleet began to grow more lively as the fighter umbrellas were brought up to full combat density, P-3 Oroins were launched for fear of enemy submarines that could strike during the upcoming mission, only a quarter of the fighters were held back with all of the ground attack aircraft and bombers remained in their hangars, arming with shockhound I missiles and DU armour peircing rounds.

"I'd suggest keeping them hidden until we see another fleet moving in our direction... such sensitive military units need not be revealed to another nation unless the potential for hostilities is evident... Until we meet again then, we will act as one unit in this sensitive affair."

With that Osiris saluted the admiral for his kindness and cooperation in the matters at hand and he returned to his seahawk to instruct the fleet to take up postions amongst TSO of the Vestern States.

"I'd suggest keeping them hidden until we see another fleet moving in our direction... such sensitive military units need not be revealed to another nation unless the potential for hostilities is evident... Until we meet again then, we will act as one unit in this sensitive affair."

With that Osiris saluted the admiral for his kindness and cooperation in the matters at hand and he returned to his seahawk to instruct the fleet to take up postions amongst TSO of the Vestern States.

Lake watched as the Seahawk moved away from the fligthdeck.
Then he turned aroound and went straigth up to the bridge.
"Have our forces ready for regrouping together with the Manean fleet" he said to a communications officer

OOC: Should we RP a P-3 stumbling over a sub?

OOC: Should we RP a P-3 stumbling over a sub?

OOC:
Could be difficult, since three of them are still some 300nm out on "exercise"
and the manean sub follows a carriergroup.
Furthermore, the subs and the rest of the Vestern-Manean fleet is still on international water, making an attack difficult from a diplomatic point of wiew.

But still, its a rather good idea.

(OOC: Ah... Farmina... still waiting for your response to my last telegram)

OOC: Sorry Piglatnia, forgot this post.

IC: “Well that’s darn fine of you Lord President,” said Chancellor Sullivan, “Although we can’t ensure your safety. I wish to offer our nation’s thanks for your true dedication to freedom. I shall have Jeffery provide everything you need.”
With that Chancellor Sullivan shook the President’s hand and left.

“This way,” said Jeffery, “The helicopters are already leaving, the attack begins at dawn.”

As Jeffery led the way, other black-shirts scurried around the President and his men, equipping them with pistols and assault rifles, covering them in armor and equipment.

Jeffery commented lightly, “I bet you didn’t expect this Lord President.”

"no not fully but i had an idea this would be my last duty" replied the president while inspecting the weapons he was handed. "don't make em like they use to, with nice wood that you could put notches into to mark things. my country uses satalite and computers to register kills along with specialy coded bullets." the body gaurds just smiled and noded, they knew all to well about the ranking system. it was the darn thing that got them into this situation.

"hold up i need to call the vice president" he stopped at a phone and dialed
"hello, mr. president is this you"
"yes, but i don't think i will be a president much longer"
"ahh so the S.T.O.P. team was right, you plan to fight."
" yes but what is the stop team, i asked the general to not have anyone else follow me"
"my orders sir you know how i feel about other nations"
"yes, well since there here can they help"
"they were planing to help anyway, but i am glad you called because we are bringing out the troops in pokos."
"so that went well?"
"no, we pulled them out to help our troops in skycapt"
"why whats happening there"
"rebelion"
"mmm.. so how early can the troops be here?"
"two days at the earliest"
"well that might be to late but send them anyway"
"ok, sir"

To: President Iris Kayla Ryan

We urge you to reconsider, and surrender all your terrorist suspects to Farmina.

Apologises for any incorrect name. (OOC: It was in your sig.)

William Stone
Chancellor for Internal Affairs

the president turned back to jeffry and the soilders "well i won't be totaly alone there were five people folowing me without my permision but they will help in the fight. also if we can hold them off for two days about 5,000 troops will come to help. now where do we go?"

In the harbor of Ricco, the massive warships of Farmina were now gliding through the water, four fleets in total. Their destination was the mouth of the River Verica. “Remember, do not engage any fleet,” said Admiral Green, “We are not to negotiate and not to fight unless necessary.”

The warships moved forward, into open water, heading east, waiting to see if the great fleets of foreign nations dare challenge them.

---

Chancellor Rickhart sat quietly in the back of the helicopter, purposely trying to avoid looking at Aricar.

“Very nice of you to offer me a pardon,” said Aricar smugly, “Not to mention the grand prize.”

“It was vital to our plans,” said Rickhart, “Otherwise I would have dipped you in a vat of acid.”

“Pleasant,” said Aricar, looking down at his shoes.

The noise of the helicopter was matched by the sound of many more, Mes and Farminan. Rickhart was convinced this was do or die. Orders had been put to the Mes to knock out the SAM sites at the last minute so the helicopters could deliver the troops. Jets had already smashed the artillery threatening the White Palace. But more death approached Verica.

“Lord Chancellor, you should see this,” said a black-shirt standing by the large side hatch, making sure he was securely harnessed.

Rickhart unbuckled himself, walked over to the hatch and harnessed himself, “Show me.”

The black-shirt passed Rickhart a pair of night vision goggles as he wound open the side hatch.

Rickhart looked out into the darkness, and then he saw it, “Its huge.”

“One of three such groups,” said the black-shirt, “The military has put together enough troops to capture Verica three times over.”

“We’re here,” said Jeffery stepping out onto the palace roof, “Terrorists have been causing trouble over at one of the airstrips, so every helipad is now a launch zone.”

He gave the President a slight nudge, suggesting they should hurry aboard.

“We’re here,” said Jeffery stepping out onto the palace roof, “Terrorists have been causing trouble over at one of the airstrips, so every helipad is now a launch zone.”

He gave the President a slight nudge, suggesting they should hurry aboard.

the president moved into the aircraft. "so where are we being deployed?" as the president was asking this five men walked onto helipad. one of them leaned into the helecopter. "so where do we sit?"

“Any vacant seat,” said Jeffery, strapping himself in, “And we are being deployed in woodland east of Ricco.”

The noise of the helicopter massively increased as it took to the air and headed into the west.

OOC: MES, when you post next; post the commencement of the attack (unless I post it prior).

the five men came in but only 4 sat down. "sniper" replied the man who had spoken earlier to the president. the sniper layed down across the floor sticking the gun out of the door. "he doesn't feel safe in any vehicle unles his gun is covering it" he replied again before the president could ask. the president gave a strange look then started to say some thing. "we have followed you for a while mr. president. it was part of our training. oh and by the way i am jerry" said jerry as he answered the president before he could ask his question."so when is this bird going to fly?"

To: President Iris Kayla Ryan

We urge you to reconsider, and surrender all your terrorist suspects to Farmina.

Apologises for any incorrect name. (OOC: It was in your sig.)

William Stone
Chancellor for Internal Affairs


To: Chancellor William Stone, Chancellor for Internal Affairs

Mister Stone,

The Canadian Government will not reconsider on sending the terrorists suspects behind the terror attack. They were arrested on Canadian soil. They'll be interrogated and handled property by the correct authorities and be placed on trial for the crimes they have committed in your nation.

No extradition treaty is between our nations, all our nations have signed was a treaty of non-aggression. We'll be willing to sign further treaties after this situation has been resolved.

Iris Kayla Ryan
The President for the Federal Republic of Canada

OOC:Wow...a LOT of posts...so sry I haven't responded because I've been busy...

IC: Dur reported this to the other advisors. "But..wh-what if they lied?" said the pessimestic advisor(forgot his name).
"They won't," said Abrham. "Trust me."
"I guess so..." responded the other advisor.
Dur looked around, then said, "We should not do that again, faking killing the bombers. No one would buy it."

---

"Please, forgive my brother. He can be a bit...stiff-necked at times," Khur said.

ooc:BUMPS

First of all, we congratulate you on reaching the 2 billion milestone.

I offer my sincerest apologies that this tragedy has struck on what should be a happy occasion.

We wish you luck in finding and destroying these terrorist and hope that your nation will prosper for many more years.

~King Jedo~

OOC:
Bump

OOC: I'm here for the night, so I'm finally ready to work on some dialogue. Do you use IRC, or any type of messanger? It would help with dialogue and organization better. Let me know ASAP.

OOC: Will post later.

Sorry, time's up. It will have to be tomorrow. :(

“Incoming,” yelled Colonel Sumpter running into the situation room, deep in the military bunker, “Missiles. Ricco isn’t under attack. Its us.”

“My God,” said General Ripley, as the others still awake in the room, “Get up the men. The black-shirts and Mes will his us at dawn. We’ll be fighting with the sun in our eyes.”

---

Jeffery looked into the distance as the ground burst into flames, to the sound of the military’s screams and tearing metal. “That’s the last of them Lord President,” he said to the Piglatnian, “Now the approach from the air should be safe.”

“There,” he said, pointing into the distance, “It begins.”

Among the trees men in green could be seen, scurrying out of the grey concrete of the military’s command bunker, forming a defense, a wall between the attackers and the goal. The helicopters at the very fore matched them, as Mes warriors parachuted from the moving helicopters, under fire. As the sun crept over the horizon, battle was to be joined.

---

“No resistance yet,” muttered Admiral Green, “This can’t be right. Move to red alert.”

“Yes, Lord Admiral,” said the adjutant, scurrying off to complete his orders, as the three fleets moved ever closer to the mouth of the River Verica.

In the communications room onboard the DRM Alderast satellite transmissions of the area over Farmina were being displayed. Admiral Osiris took one look at the massive movements of the forces within the country and realized what the situation really was... a full blown civil war... It was the only reason why so many troops would be moving throughout the country like they were, and why they would attack eachother, there was no other explanation. He must alert Admiral Lake about this, as he was sure that they would have similar intelligence coming in. As he was about to send a communication, another arrived from high command,

"Admiral Osiris, there is something you should know... it appears that the Farmian navy is moving out and is approaching the River Verica, given the situation, we advise you to prepare your own, as well as the 5th CSG to engage the enemy ships. We're not sure what these boys are plotting moving their navy as they are, but we advise you to move to intercept them since evidence is pointing to some sort of civil war to overthrow the democratic government in place of something sinister... Your objective is to prevent this at all costs, that is all..."

Osiris was alarmed at the sudden bold move by the Farmian navy... He must immediately contact Admiral Lake and prepare to move the fleet to engage. Hopefully his newfound ally would understand the gravity of the situation they were now facing.

OOC: Based on what you've posted I get the feeling that you're looking for something like this Farmina... hopefully I assumed correctly

Dasch returns to his command aircraft parked on the airstrip he arrived at. The command center is well protected by troops holding the airstrip from enemy fire. "Report!" Dasch says as he walks in.

"Sir, the counterattack has begun," one of the operators replies. "We have Alpha and Beta divisions moving into the ordered area, Charlie defending the palace, and Delta guarding the command station here. We also have naval aircraft patrolling the airspace, destroying the anti-air defenses. We also have a squadron of helicopters backing up our and Farminian troops."

"Very good," Dasch replies. "Order the carrier to send in the second batallion [another 50,000 troops and 100 tanks] in preparation of the attack. From their intelligence, they have a large cluster of troops in the areas here, and here." He points to the monitor with a map of Farmina shown on it. "Also prepare the third batallion for reinforcements from necessary, and quite frankly I can see that happening."

Another officer in a seat beside Dasch turns around. "Sir, we have reports that the fleet under enemy control is moving into the inlet. How are we going to deploy our next batallion?

Dasch looks at the satellite imagery in reponse, and zooms in. "There." He points to a part of the shore where the defenses are apparently light, though are somewhat close to the fleet, but outside of their range. "If we deploy them here, they'll cut off the enemy forces, while our forces have a clear landing zone."

"But sir," the officer replies, "What if the enemy fleet reacts?"

"We can always build new ships for the Farminians, so bring the fleet into range of the enemy fleet as a show of force. If they fire at your fleet, take them out. Just wait for my word to commence the deployment of the second batallion and this fleet."

Dasch sits down at one of the consoles, and calls up one of the loyalist leadership.

OOC: Who it will be is up to you Farmina.

IC: "Lord Chancellor, we are sending additional reinforcements to take out the enemy strongpoints, and to cut them off. However, we have to drop our forces off dangerously close to the enemy fleet, and the only way to protect the drop is to engage your fleet. We will rebuild your fleet free of charge if we destroy any ships, but we request that we engage if necessary."

In the communications room onboard the DRM Alderast satellite transmissions of the area over Farmina were being displayed. Admiral Osiris took one look at the massive movements of the forces within the country and realized what the situation really was... a full blown civil war... It was the only reason why so many troops would be moving throughout the country like they were, and why they would attack eachother, there was no other explanation. He must alert Admiral Lake about this, as he was sure that they would have similar intelligence coming in. As he was about to send a communication, another arrived from high command,

"Admiral Osiris, there is something you should know... it appears that the Farmian navy is moving out and is approaching the River Verica, given the situation, we advise you to prepare your own, as well as the 5th CSG to engage the enemy ships. We're not sure what these boys are plotting moving their navy as they are, but we advise you to move to intercept them since evidence is pointing to some sort of civil war to overthrow the democratic government in place of something sinister... Your objective is to prevent this at all costs, that is all..."

Osiris was alarmed at the sudden bold move by the Farmian navy... He must immediately contact Admiral Lake and prepare to move the fleet to engage. Hopefully his newfound ally would understand the gravity of the situation they were now facing.

OOC: Based on what you've posted I get the feeling that you're looking for something like this Farmina... hopefully I assumed correctly

Shortley after admiral Lake had recived the news about the Farminian navy, witch now was on the move, he ordered his force to go to Alertlevel 5.
He also sent a message to Vestern States High Command. As a result of that, the submarines were ordered into higest level of alert.

Lake knew, that if the situation got out of hand, many young men and womens were soon to be dead for tracig reasosons

But there were somethin in the Farminian moves that worried him
His and Maneas ships were still out on international water. An attack upon these ships would mean war, and his region had seen enough with bloodshed.
ut he knew that if the Manean and Vestern States ships were attacked, it would not be an easy figth. The two neutral navies both consisted of carriers, criusers subs and aircrafts.
Also, Vestern States and Manea had four strategic submarines in the ocean.
And Vestern States had now 7 full naval bomber groups at higest alert (One group = 400 crafts, each capable of carrying 4-5 anit-ship missiles)

If the navies were going to clash, it wouls most definetly be a clash of titans.
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At the same time onboard the submarine VSN Anearis
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"Sir, we have recived nwe orders from HQ" the officer said
"What orders?" the commander asked
"Sir, we are ordered to move closer to TSO, the situaion is getting even worse over there. And HQ has also made a strange request"
"Whats that?"
"Apperantly, they are concidering an attack on TSO as an decleration of war between Vestern States and the attackers, så we are ordered to arm the missiles at once."
"very well then, arm the missiles"
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Message toAdmiral Osiris, Manean Navy
We have recived your intel about the Farminian navy. I think that we must remind them that we are still on international water and that we are neutral in this conflict.
Alos, i think it soon will be time to reveal our four submarines

Best Wishes
Admiral Lake, Commanding Officer Vestern States TSO

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Message toAdmiral Osiris, Manean Navy
We have recived your intel about the Farminian navy. I think that we must remind them that we are still on international water and that we are neutral in this conflict.
Alos, i think it soon will be time to reveal our four submarines

Best Wishes
Admiral Lake, Commanding Officer Vestern States TSO

Osiris was in the communications room when he received the message from Admiral Lake. He addressed the men in the room after a short period of thought,

"The Admiral has good intents methinks, it would be advisable to send a message to the Farmian navy about the impending conflict and our neutrality in the region. Hopefully they will heed our advice as an attack on our fleet constitutes an attack on our nation, and I doubt that President Fej will be pleased with such a strike and will respond with enough forces to completely annihilate any opposition armies the enemy may raise against us... It may unfortunately be time to show the true power of our navy to the world, make sure the sub is at the highest alert status and is prepared to reveal itself on my orders. Also send the following message to the Farmian navy,

To: Commander of the Farmian navy
From: Admiral Osiris, Commander of 5th ESG and 6th CSG of the Manean Royal Navy

Seeing your movements towards our position and the recent outbursts of hositilty in your nation, I have deemed it necessary to remind you of our nation's neutrality in this conflict and our presence in international waters. As such, I feel it is unnecessary to state the consequences of any show of force against my navy or that of the Vestern States with which we have formed an alliance for the purposes of observing the conflict in your nation. I express my wishes for a quick end to the bloodshed in your nation and the restoration of peace in Farmina. That is all, thank you.

"Send this to Admiral Lake as well..."

To: Admiral Lake
From: Admiral Osiris
I have taken the liberty of contacting the Farmian navy as per your suggestion to alert them to our neutrality in this conflict. Also I have placed our strategic submarine on the highest ready status and it awaits my order to reveal itself or engage any enemy ships that may approach. I assume you will do the same. Let us hope that this does not end in bloodshed, but if it must I wish your navy the best in the coming engagement, and it is my sincere hope that when this is all over that our nation's can become close friends and that we may work to stablize the nation of Farmina so that they may enjoy peace and prosperity for years to come. I will leave the decision to engage entirely up to you, and I will engage first only if my forces are fired upon. May the Light of the Creator shine upon our navies in these dark times.

With that Osiris left the communications room of the DRM Alderast to prepare his men for whatever fate might lie before them...

Chancellor Dan Rickhart sat quietly as his helicopter flew right over the top battling Mes and green-sleeves. He looked back over at the chained Aricar, parachute and all. “You can’t seriously be planning to throw me out a moving aircraft in chains,” said Aricar most unhappily.

“Too bad,” said Rickhart, “I’m not letting you get away and side with your green-sleeve mates.”

“The chains might make me drop to fast,” suggested Aricar, “I’ll die and be absolutely useless to you.”

“Dieing would be the most useful thing you’ll ever do,” corrected Rickhart, “Unfortunately your restraints will most certainly not kill you, that’s why they were chosen apparently.”

“Its time,” said the pilot.

Before Rickhart looked, two black-shirts had already jumped out the helicopter. Next, Varius Aricar was thrown out, chains and all, followed by the two black-shirts considerate enough to throw him. The final two black-shirts jumped leaving only the aging Chancellor. “I’m getting too old for this,” muttered Rickhart, “For Farmina.

With that he threw himself out of the helicopter and hurtled towards the ground.

---

Already on the ground, members of the Farminan military were shocked at the mass paradrop of Mes. “Keep firing,” yelled Colonel Stevenson, “Briggs, Wielder; take your men and hit these bastards in the flanks.”
The force was many thousand strong, but such a rapid deployment of foreigners had taken the green-sleeves completely by surprise.

---

Chancellor Johnson returned his attention to Dasch, “Reinforcements are absurd. It takes 6 hours by plane to get from here to Ricco. Furthermore we time that Chancellor Rickhart will succeed or fail within one hour, two at most. This isn’t a question of meat-grinding.”

“With regard to the fleet, its entirely normal operations,” said Johnson, who had still failed to tell Dasch exactly what was going on, with nothing more than a vague reference to ‘factions of the military.’

---

Admiral Green examined the bizarre message from Admiral Osiris, muttering “This man must have been dropped on the as a child.”

To: Admiral Osiris

[I]Although we were moving nearer your fleet, this is because we were moving east towards the east coast. If however we were truly planning to attack you, surely we would be moving south east, towards international waters. However our fleet has clung to the coast as much as possible.

From: Admiral Green

As the message was sent, Green looked over to his adjutant, “Get that Dur onto the line. We may need to distract these foreigners.”

OOC:Aorry if I'm not supposed to post what whatever, I just want to post

IC: One of Dur's assisstant picked up the phone. "Hello, this is Secretary Surtuy, how may I help you?" ~~~ "Oh. OK, here he is, sir." ~~~ "I'll be sure to tell him." She got up and turned to Dur. "Sir, there is a an from Farmina wishing to speak to you." "Thank you, Surtuy."

Dur took the phone and walked some ways off. He then said, "Yes?"

Tree branches caught Dan Rickhart as he fell through the sky, and he thought to himself, “I was probably supposed to fall over there,” looking at the small bit of open ground to east.

“Would you like some help getting down Lord Chancellor?” called up a black-shirt from the ground below.

Rickhart looked around, observing more helicopters dropping black-shirts west the main battle, before looking down, “No, thank you. It hasn’t been that many years since I wore green-sleeves myself.”

Rickhart paused before adding quietly, “Actually it has.”

He then spoke more authoritative, as he unhooked his parachute, “How is Mr. Aricar? Severely wounded, I hope.”

“I’m afraid not Lord Chancellor,” said the black-shirt, “He tried to make a run for it, but he couldn’t get far fast with those restraints.”

“Where is he now?” as Rickhart started clambered down the tree, before slipping and falling to the ground, “Argh.”

“Are you all right Lord Chancellor?” asked the black-shirt.

“Mildly bruised,” he said, sounding rather pained, “But I don’t think anything is broken. Now help me up.”

The black-shirt lent out his left arm and pulled the older man up. “Alright,” said Rickhart, “Maybe a couple of ribs are broken…and my right arm.”

“I can rustle up a splint,” suggested the black-shirt, opening up his sack.

“And where is Mr Aricar?” asked Rickhart, repeating the earlier question.

“Over there,” pointed the black-shirt south east, “He’s leading some of ours to the target.”.

“Under strict supervision?” asked Rickhart.

“Of course,” said the black-shirt, tying on the rough splint, onto Rickhart’s right arm.

A massive explosion shook the ground. “I suppose we better make get moving. It appears Mr Aricar found the target,” said Rickhart; and with that the two men set off at a hobbled pace.

OOC:bump

“Mr Dur,” asked Admiral Green, “This is an encrypted channel; so speak freely. Now may I ask how far you fleet is from the Manean?”

"The shards, which you broke off from the orignal fleet is around there. But the secondary fleet? Be there in a few minutes, the helicopters in a minute. DON'T WORRY, we won't attack you. YOu have our leader. We'll wait for that after we have him."

OOC:If you say a threat or something, put after it
"I was just kidding," said Dur. "Seesh." Then Dur muttered, "Empires."

“Hold your fire until I say,” said Admiral Green to the Queren, “I will inform you when and where to open fire.”

He then put down the hand piece and looked out into the ocean.

"Yes, sir." Dur turned and told them to stay on high alert, but that's it. He told the snipers to find the enemy ships, and when they did, to target officers and high position seats(you know what I mean). He dialed and the phone was ringing for Admiral Green.

OOC: 300th post! WHOOOOO!^ is the 300th post...by me!!!!Yeah!! Don't :sniper: me please! I wanna live!!! :(

Twenty odd black-shirts moved on the site of the explosion. Dan Rickhart hobbled forward as Varius Aricar and his guards came into focus. Of more interest was that the black-shirts closest the blast site were firing into the hole.

Rickhart muttered in disbelief, “He did have a weakness in the bunker.”

As the Rickhart got closer to the hole, black-shirts were already climbing down into the bunker. One after another, black-shirts disappeared into the unknown. The noise of gunfire could be heard, both at the in the east battle and underground within the bunker.

“Get down,” yelled a black-shirt. Rickhart ducked, then screamed in pain as his ribs seared.

As Rickhart looked up, he could see the black-shirt that called out forcing Aricar down the hole and realized his mistake. “Could you help me up again?” said Rickhart, to the black-shirt that was escorting him.

“Of course Lord Chancellor,” said the black-shirt, giving both hands to support Rickhart, “I assume you won’t be going into the bunker.”

“I didn’t fly half way across the country, jump out a plane and fall out a tree for nothing,” said Rickhart, mildly annoyed as he again began to walk towards the hole.

“So you will be going down,” said the black-shirt.

“If we fail here, I am a dead man. It is better to die in a blaze of glory,” said Rickhart.

“As you insist,” said the black-shirt; after which there was a silence before the two men halted in front of the gaping hole.

“After you, Lord Chancellor,” said the black-shirt. With that Rickhart grabbed one of the ropes leading down, with a single hand, and began to work his way down. The fate of Farmina awaited him.

OOC: Quere; it is impossible to believe you can snipe off opposing ship officers. Absurdity; the greatest of absurdities.

OOC:Well, they're not going to sniper them. Thier to far. They are only going to find them all and the top leaders and when we attack, we aim for them...mostly.

OOC:wow...bump

Rickhart’s legs hit the ground and he released the rope. His body continued to pain him greatly, but one had to go on.

Around him he could see black-shirts forming a perimeter, fighting to keep green-sleeves away from the hole. Behind him he could here the black-shirt that led him to the hole climbing down. Rickhart’s eyes continued to scan but no sign of Varius Aricar. He cast his mind back to the rough sketch Aricar had provided of the bunker and began down the passage on his right.

Soon enough he was Aricar, guiding a large number of black-shirts as they battled down the corridor, towards the heart of the bunker. Blasts of gun fire could be heard continuously, as Rickhart tried to gain ground on the group as they fought their way forward (with the exception of Aricar who was forbidden a weapon).

Two more turns were taken, as Rickhart was forced to step over the bodies of the dead, black-shirts and green-sleeves alike. Rushing past him he could see more black-shirts; certainly faster than a wounded old man.

Finally however, he saw the end. A huge metal door. The black-shirts gathered around it, and Rickhart, as more green-sleeves could be heard rushing towards them in a panic.

Aricar put his hand up to the keypad and typed. The door beeped but failed to open. Again he typed into the keypad, and again the door failed. Aricar hissed, “They’ve changed the password.”

Rickhart wasn’t sure whether the fat man was lying, but as the sound of gun fire became louder and the black-shirts before him began to fall to out of sight gunmen, to which the black-shirts returned fire; it was clear that time and options were running out for the Moralists

Heading down one of the blasted streets where the bulk of the MES troops had been fighting the green-sleeves, Dasch pulls up in his protective convoy to the heart of the fighting.

"Report!" Dasch yells to the commander in charge.

"The battle is going well," he replies. "We've flanked the green-sleeves, and we are causing them to lose men left and right. Our armoured push succeeded. Casualties estimated at around five-hundred men and four tanks to their fifteen-hundred. We caught them completely by surprise."

"Very good. Have we found their underground bunker?"

"Affirmative, the black-shirts are currently entering the breach. Our forces are waiting for your orders."

"Move out, move our forces into position. Send in the special forces that we have deployed in the area."

"Yes sir."

Suddenly, a force of green-sleeves came around some hills, and started to shoot at the MES forces. A few MES soldiers get hit, as the commander and Dasch yells to get into cover. "Damn!" he yells. "We need an airstrike! Move attack choppers into range!" he yells into his communicator. One of the tanks, traverses its dual barreled turret towards the corner of a building where the enemy was firing from. A few loud blasts later, the hills had craters in them. Bits of green-sleeves were all that was left. Then more came.

"Fire at will!" the commander yells. The MES troops fire with their MR-20 assault rifles, firing bullets and grenades in quick succession. Troops from both sides take casualties, as the tanks fire their co-axal machine guns into the smoke and fire. Then the choppers came, firing their rockets and miniguns into the group of enemy troops.

"Sir, they're pulling back!" one of the Privates yells.

"Pursue them, Private!" yells the commander.

The tanks start to roll with the infantry, attempting to take out the rest of the force. While the troops move out, Dasch turns to the commander, as the relative peace returns to the immediate area amid the loud engines and yells. "Prepare a group of your best troops, and take them to the bunker. I will lead them personally." He pulls out his Falcon Magnum pistol, and holds onto it, trigger finger ready.

"Sir, are you really going to risk your life in this mess?"

"Let me remind you of something commander. Nothing, and I mean nothing is more morale-boosting than their commander-in-chief to be leading the way. As well, I'm probably one of the best trained special forces operatives in our forces. I'm going to lead the charge. Get to it."

"Yes, sir." the commander replies. He makes the calls, as Dasch hops into the car to join up with the black-shirts.

OOC: I want him to meet up just as they blow the door. Please don't kill Dasch. Capture him if they lose. ;)

OOC: A couple of points. This post counts as a godmod. Also your fighting in hilly woods/grassland; not a city.

Bullets were flying, to speak in cliques, thick and fast. A black-shirt that Rickhart recognized to be of the name Johnson, a nephew of Fredrick Johnson; was planting explosive charges on the huge metal gates that stood between Rickhart and his assumed target.

“Run,” yelled Johnson. The black-shirts still engaging the green-sleeves, began to pull back towards Rickhart and once clearly out of the line of fire; retreated in full speed.

The green-sleeves were wise enough not to follow; the huge metal doors being torn apart under the mass of the explosives; the twisted, torn remnants thrown in every direction. Rickhart put his left arm to shield his eyes, but no piece of door came near enough and no mere arm could have blocked the twisted metal if it did.

Looking straight forward, through the gap, Rickhart could see a long table surrounded by the military’s highest men; some already wounded from the flying debris. “Surrender,” called out Rickhart.

General Spren who appeared to be sipping a cup of coffee yelled back, “How about no?”

It was in that moment, all hell broke less. “Fire,” yelled Rickhart.

The Moralist rifles opened fire sweeping the small gap, as green-sleeves ran from side corridors to place themselves between their leaders and Rickhart’s black-shirts. Grenades were already skimming along the cement floor into the command room.

“Slaughter,” thought Rickhart. The green-sleeves weren’t getting their fingers to triggers before they fell dead. The black-shirts were moving forward now, with a murderous tone; to the sound of explosions, screams and gun shots. To be wearing a colour other than Moralist black had become a death sentence.

Grenades bounced down corridors, to ensure the absence of opposing green-sleeves, as the black-shirts, followed by Rickhart, and the chained Aricar, moved forward towards the mangled doors and the cut down bodies. Fire fights continued down the corridors left and right of what had been the great door, as Moralists tried to secure safe passage for those entering the command center.

The black-shirt by the name of Johnson was in first, followed by another, then Rickhart and finally Aricar. “Its over gentlemen,” said Rickhart, observing the death and destruction already visited on the room of men mostly older than Rickhart.

“Its never over,” declared General Spren, pulling out his pistol, “Death to Grey and death to that traitor.”

The General pointed his rifle at Aricar, but before he could fire the two black-shirts riddled him with bullets. They didn’t stop there, spraying bullets all across the room; sending a grim warning to anyone else who tried to oppose the will of the Moralists.

When the bullets fell silent and the bodies stopped crumpling, Rickhart said coldly, “You could have at least waited till he killed Aricar,” before pausing and adding to the remaining military men, “Resistance is over. You will order your men cease fighting. We have severed the snake’s head.”
The remaining military men looked around, before nodding slowly and moving to comms sets. “Ceasefire. Return to your normal postings. The incursion is over. By order of…” Each officer spoke their own name, with his own variation of the words, putting their own seal on the end of the fighting.

Aricar looked over at Rickhart, “You realise that many in the military have waited for this day for so long. Some men will not stop fighting; simply hoping that the small defeat here will not be the end.”

“I am aware of that,” said Rickhart, “Just as I am aware many green-sleeves do not wish to fight and some are even devout Moralists. The few will realise the war is over, or at least be ground to paste.”

Aricar nodded his head slightly before adding, “And my pardon?”

Rickhart looked over at Aricar, before removing a piece of paper from his pocket, that he had been given on the trip over to the bunker. He began to read, “I, Dan Rickhart, acting president of Farmina authorize the official pardon of Varius Aricar and authorize him to the role of Supreme Commander of the Armed Forces of Farmina, by the power vested in the Council of Generals of Farmina, who unanimously support his appointment; but these are held to the conditions that...”

“Lord Chancellor,” said black-shirt Johnson interrupting Rickhart, “On the previous note, it appears we can’t find the previous Supreme Commander among the dead. In fact he is still in control and is already ordering units to recommence combat, according to the Generals. The green-sleeves are confused as all damn.”

Rickhart wasn’t pleased with the use of language but more concerned that Arnold Bashar wasn’t among the dead. With more volume than he had used in ten years Rickhart bellowed, “FIND HIM. BRING ME HIS HEAD.”

Rickhart however, had no intention of exempting himself from that order, and pulled out his pistol. “I will hunt you, I will kill you. You will die today pig.”

OOC:wait, what about me?

OOC: I disagree about the mention of a god-mod. First off, you mentioned that the green-sleeves are 'very surprised' at the arrival of foreign troops. Secondly, you ordered my forces to move the bulk of the forces into a specific region, which means that there are a ton of tanks and troops in the area. Thirdly, I did mention casualties. Five hundred losses to fifteen hundred enemy is very resonable IMO, especially since there was A) Surprise, B) Overwhelming Force, C) Air Support, and D) My losses were reasonable under the circumstances.

And I thought that this was in an urban area. My appologies. Post modified to reflect this.

An MES APC with the special forces arrive at the bunker where a few black-shirts stand there, preventing any reinforcement from the green-sleeves from entering. Dasch hops out with 15 other troops.

"I am Force Commander Dasch. I'm here to reinforce this position with me and my men."

OOC: Here's your point to carry on with this part of the battle Farmina.

OOC:bump
why do I always bump?

You don't have to Quere...we have it in our subscriptions, we won't forget about it. Don't worry. ;)

OOC: I disagree about the mention of a god-mod. First off, you mentioned that the green-sleeves are 'very surprised' at the arrival of foreign troops. Secondly, you ordered my forces to move the bulk of the forces into a specific region, which means that there are a ton of tanks and troops in the area. Thirdly, I did mention casualties. Five hundred losses to fifteen hundred enemy is very resonable IMO, especially since there was A) Surprise, B) Overwhelming Force, C) Air Support, and D) My losses were reasonable under the circumstances.

And I thought that this was in an urban area. My appologies. Post modified to reflect this.

You stated my troops were pulling back when I posted no such thing; this was the heart of the god-mod, Secondly, that you could deploy overwhelming force in the time frame of this battle is completely unbelievable; especially against the heart of the Farminan military. Deploying troops over night is a massive military exercise; and to move that much would be impossible. I had airsupport planned for the next phase of the battle since this isn't far from Ricco; but didn't get an opportunity to post that.

OOC:how does that work, btw?

An MES APC with the special forces arrive at the bunker where a few black-shirts stand there, preventing any reinforcement from the green-sleeves from entering. Dasch hops out with 15 other troops.

"I am Force Commander Dasch. I'm here to reinforce this position with me and my men."
The black-shirt looked as Dasch before saying, “Chancellor Rickhart and Chancellor Johnson were both insistant that foreigners don’t enter Farminan military complexes. If you are wanted, Chancellor Rickhart will call for you.”

OOC: btw, if you guys can, lets all post asap because it'll go SO fast...trust me, I know
if we go fast enough, we'll have 3 more pages

OOC:bump

OOC:lol,bump

"Very well,"Dasch replies. "Go get Rickhart, so I could speak to him personally." Dasch looks visably angry. Considering how much of a ground force we have deployed, and the lives we've risked and spent for their 'freedom', I want to at least be better informed he thought.

OOC: btw, if you guys can, lets all post asap because it'll go SO fast...trust me, I know
if we go fast enough, we'll have 3 more pages
1) Don't race RPs
2) I live in a very different timezone to you. Your night is my morning.

"Very well,"Dasch replies. "Go get Rickhart, so I could speak to him personally." Dasch looks visably angry. Considering how much of a ground force we have deployed, and the lives we've risked and spent for their 'freedom', I want to at least be better informed he thought.
“Lord Commander,” began the black-shirt, giving Dasch a dark glare, “We may not leave our post and Chancellor Rickhart is very busy.”

“Plus,” added the black-shirt, sounding as though he was snickering, “We have no easy way of getting Chancellor Rickhart out of the hole since he has only one operable hand.”

As Rickhart stepped out of the command centre, he pointed to a series of black-shirt, as he said, “In here; search and guard our prisoners, including Mr Aricar.”

It struck Rickhart that he had been very foolish to send the black-shirts already guarding the prisoners to go and look for Bashar; but what is done in rage is rarely rational.

Rickhart could still here sporadic gun battles, they were few now. As Rickhart began down the corridor to the left, green-sleeves were marching past; under gun, hands behind their heads. Rickhart could smell the end; unfortunately without Bashar’s head, he suspected the smell wouldn’t be strong enough to save Verica.

He continued down the corridor, with no real plan, other than not to go near the sounds of gunfire. “First left, second right,” muttered Rickhart, guiding himself to Bashar’s quarters according to his memory of Aricar’s rough map.

As he walked, it struck Rickhart that orders had already been given for Bashar’s quarters to be sacked; in fact it was the second target after the command center. No doubt black-shirts had already swept this corridor clean of green-sleeves.

Rickhart looked down the corridor, and noticed something of great interest to him. A bathroom. With that Rickhart plodded towards the door, pushing it open with his body, his good arm, ready to fire.

“I know your in here Bashar, come and meet your fate,” said Rickhart.

“How did you know?” exclaimed Bashar, somewhere on Rickhart’s right.

“Because you just told me,” said Rickhart, “I just needed a leak.”

“I can’t believe I fell for that,” said Bashar, swinging open a cubicle door and placing his hands in the air, “I admit it, you win.”

Rickhart pointed his pistol directly at Bashar, “Well I suggest you use whatever communication device it is you have been using and command a general ceasefire.”

Bashar put his thumb behind his ear and simply said, “All personnel, this is Supreme Commander Bashar; cease all offensive action. The conflict is over.”

Bashar then pulled off his head set, then threw it onto the floor, as though the act was symbolic. The large man looked down at Rickhart, his eyes full of anticipation

“Good,” said Rickhart, “Now you will learn what happen to traitors, THEY DIE!”

1) Don't race RPs
2) I live in a very different timezone to you. Your night is my morning.
OOC:
1)OK
2)Really? SOR-RY.G0sh!lol

And when can I post rp?

OOC:bbbuuummmppp

OOC:i am half lost in all the posts, so i am just going to go from where my people were last mentioned.

IC: The president smiled. "you realy need to loosen up, we are going to die for your country at least act human."
"if he acted human he wouldn't even be in this situation, what i trhink you mean is that he should stop treating you with respect, seeing as how we all will probably be dead in a few hours." said jerry, checking his weapons in preperation for the inevitable.
"Thank you for making us all feel comfortable." the president replied casualy.

the sniper turned his head towards the others. "the green ones are the ones we are fighting right because if not there is probably some friendly fire."
the presedent sighed and sat back. "when we being deployed?" he started humming the national battle song waiting for a reply.

OOC: As far as I could read, the war's over. Right now we're wrapping up. Read up on the situation so far to get an idea.

OOC: As far as I could read, the war's over. Right now we're wrapping up. Read up on the situation so far to get an idea.

Never speak too soon...

Dan Rickhart put his finger firmly on the trigger as Bashar began to plead, “No, I have given in, you can’t do this to me.”

“Oh, but I can,” laughed Rickhart at the larger man, “We Moralists are the law now, and we do as we please.”

“What I have ever done to you?” pleaded Bashar.

“That’s a stupid question,” said Rickhart, “But from a stupid man that is no surprise.”

With that Rickhart pulled the trigger, the bullet slamming into Bashar’s right shoulder should causing immense pain and a howling scream, as the large man fell to his knees. “When you butchered Jefferson did he squeal so much?” asked Rickhart, “No, Jefferson was far braver than you could ever dream of being.”

“Jefferson’s death was part of your Moralist revolution,” stuttered Bashar, clutching his bleeding shoulder, “Grey ordered the destruction of conservatives like Jefferson; and I know what you did to Dr Larios.”

Rickhart ignored Bashar’s words, uttering his own, “You weren’t ordered to execute Farmina’s best strategist, as part of a personal campaign for revenge.”

“Like you have never gone to great measures for revenge,” spat Bashar, his left hand now covered with his own free flowing blood.

Rickhart gave one last dark glare at Arnold Bashar, “I bring you death pig; die in the name of those who you have brought death.”

With that Rickhart fired twice. Bashar fell to the ground dead; lying in a pool of his own blood on the white tiled bathroom floor. The Grey Storm had taken another victim.

---

Dan Rickhart walked back into the command center of the bunker and nodded at the still chained Aricar, before saying “The office of Supreme Commander has suddenly become vacant; I assume you accept it?”

“Of course,” said Varius Aricar, “Assuming I still get full anonymity over recent events.”

“Good,” said Rickhart, “Well since the Council of Generals is now endorsing you unanimously…”

Rickhart stopped talking to see if any of the surviving generals would in fact object, before continuing, “I declare you in my role as acting president, Supreme Commander Varius Aricar of the Holy Military of the Democratic Republic of Farmina. Now just sign these conditions to get us Moralists out of your military hair for good.”

Rickhart a piece of paper from his jacket pocket to the new Supreme Commander to sign, “Its simple redistribution of power.”

Aricar’s eyes flicked across the page quickly before signing, “Nothing like being between a rock and a hard place. Your stripping the military back to a team of lollypop men.”

“We have the black…Moralist Enforcers to take over national defence,” said Rickhart, “The military will still be responsible for wiping other nations off the map; and aiding the black-shirts.”

“You have brought the era of a strong independent military to an end,” responded Aricar, “This massive expansion of the black-shirts, putting them in control of all key military resources, cutting back the military, putting all ammo dumps in Moralist hands, and placing black-shirts in charge of national service makes Farmina the perfect police-state.”

“Dance to our tune,” said Rickhart, throwing Aricar a small key, “Don’t tell us the name of our song.”

---

“Ah, Commander Dasch,” said Dan Rickhart, flanked by black-shirts, emerging from the east of the smoking hole that he had used to enter the bunker, having used the bunkers actual exit, “I would like to thank you for your help. The battle is won, and just in time for breakfast. I must be on way back to Verica, but if you would join me for breakfast on the way?”

He then paused before adding, “And get your men out of my country. We can’t have armed foreigners running around.”

---

“Mr Khur, this way,” said the soldier leading him to a plane, along with his comrades, “Word from the new boss is you are to be returned to Quere, and no, you won’t be getting your money back.”

OOC:i am half lost in all the posts, so i am just going to go from where my people were last mentioned.

IC: The president smiled. "you realy need to loosen up, we are going to die for your country at least act human."
"if he acted human he wouldn't even be in this situation, what i trhink you mean is that he should stop treating you with respect, seeing as how we all will probably be dead in a few hours." said jerry, checking his weapons in preperation for the inevitable.
"Thank you for making us all feel comfortable." the president replied casualy.

the sniper turned his head towards the others. "the green ones are the ones we are fighting right because if not there is probably some friendly fire."
the presedent sighed and sat back. "when we being deployed?" he started humming the national battle song waiting for a reply.

An hour or so later:

"Lord President," said Jeffery, "It appears the fighting is coming to an end. Would you like me to take you back to Verica?"

"Thank you. The money? We don't need it. Are you coming along?"

As Rickhart walks out of the hole, Dasch turns around to face as he walks past him. Something about Rickhart, and the look on him looked somewhat frightening. Something was going on, and he wasn't about ready to cut them loose, just yet.

"Lord Chancellor," he says, "We cannot pull out the troops immediately. Our logistics lines are stretched to their limits, and it will take at least a week to get enough fuel to get our planes and tanks back to the airstrip for retrieval."

OOC: Add reply here Farmina.

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He then hears his communicator ring, and he picks it up, as Rickhart walks away.

"Dasch, how long do you think your forces will be pulling out of Farmina?"

Ackvick... he thought. "The enemy has ceased firing. However, I'm feeling uneasy about the situation...it feels like I'm missing something in the grand picture. I wish to keep these soldiers here for the time being."

Ackvick sighs. "Will do."

He shuts the communicator, and looks around. He could see the devastation around him, dead bodies from both sides littering the ground.

"Force Commander, what are your orders?" The sargeant startled Dasch. He thought for a moment.

"Sir?" he says.

"Get invisible,", Dasch replies. "Get your team into civilian clothing, and blend in with the populace. I want to have a team ready in case something really bad happens, and I can see it happening, and soon."

"Yes sir," the sargeant says and nods, and runs back to his team to bark out orders. Dasch heads back to an MES APC, and climbs in. He gets seated in front of a communications center (a screen and headset, with a frequency dialer) inside of it. He dials into an encrypted channel, and calls the command center at the airstrip.

"This is Force Commander Dasch, encrypted message. I want our forces to stop and go towards the airstrip, saying you have a lack of fuel to make it back. I also want to move the fleet into Farminian waters, and have them move into visual range of the Farminan fleet, under the pretext of 'recoving our forces'. Keep the carriers outside of battleship range. Also send in a team to my location to investigate this bunker once the black-shirts leave it. Also put a constant satellite feed onto this entrance. You have your orders, Dasch out."

He shuts off the com-link, and sighs. I have no idea, but I have a feeling we could have helped the wrong team...

He then wonders if his intelligeance team has found Gray yet. It would be high time to see him in person, as he is the reason they went into this in the first place.

OOC: b u m p

As Khur stepped onto the plane, the private responded, “I am afraid I am staying here. There will be plenty of guards aboard to watch you.”

The soldier gave a small wave, before securing the door from the outside. Within ten minutes that jet, and many more, were taking to the skies, flying across the ocean to return the Queren prisoners to their home.

Dan Rickhart always hated foreigners, but Dasch was quickly proving a pain. “Two days,” hissed Rickhart, baring his bleached white teeth, “Get your men out by then, I can’t have foreign armies just wandering around Farmina.”

He paused, placing his hand on his broken ribs. His left leg was also burning. “I must be getting old,” he thought to himself, before saying aloud, “I shall be leaving in ten minutes. You have between now and then to decide whether to join me.”

With that Rickhart strutted off to begin organizing the few black-shirts to withdraw and make sure everything was secure. “You can never trust foreigners,” thought Rickhart bitterly; his mind turning back to what happened to him in Krioval.

Two days... Dasch thought. "That man doesn't trust me. After everything we've done, all the sacrifices we've done. He curses, and picks up the communicator. He dials the palace.

[i]"I'm pretty sure that Tobias is out of his meeting by now. I wish to speak to him now, and I don't want excuses. I'm tired of not being trusted considering what we've done for you. I demand I speak with him, and alone."

“Visiting the Lord President is high on my list of things to do once I get back to Verica,” said Rickhart, massaging his ribs with his free hand, “Right after seeing my doctor. I suppose that you may come with me, you have proven your worth. However everything is organised and I am leaving now.”

With that Rickhart moved towards a waiting helicopter.

And as he walked, the black-shirts and the defeated green-sleeves were now working together, securing the area; and watching the Mes out of the corner of their eyes.

Onboard the DRM Alderast, Admiral Osiris had just received word from high command that fighting had erupted in Farmina and suddenly come to a halt again. Such a situation confused high command completely and they were uncertain what action they might take, if any, in response to such a sudden turn of events. They had managed to confirm the presence of foreign forces in Farmina through spying missions though, and due to the unknown nature of internal politics within the nation, high command was advising that the Admiral contact whoever was commanding those forces.

Osiris thought it a good idea to attempt contact with these forces to clarify the situation inside the country as well. But first it would be wise to contact Admiral Lake on this as well... send the following message to Admiral Lake...

To: Admiral Lake
From: Admiral Osiris

Intelligence briefings from our military have just advised me to contact the commander of the foreign forces within Farmina. I am going to attempt to do so to attempt get a clear perspective on what is going on within the country and would like your input as to future actions we might take after communication is established.


And send the following message to the foreign forces, if you can get in contact with them somehow...

From: Admiral Osiris, DRM Alderast : Democratic Republic of Manea
To: Commander of foreign forces within Farmina

My fleet, together with that of the Vestern States has been observing the situation unfold in Farmina from international waters, and due to the uncertainty of what is going on, we are contacting you to get a status update on the situation so we might better decide whether to remain here or to return to our home ports. Your prompt reply on the subject would be greatly appreciated and we hope it will serve us all well.


With that message sent, Osiris awaited a reply to either...

OOC: Was getting bored and decided to try to find a way to squeeze my way back into this RP... feel free to get the message as well Farmina since I sent it in a rather open way to ensure it arrived to the MES command group.

The presidents humming ceased, "oh, well then yes that would be good. If you don't mind i would like to speak to the leaders of the army of whoever helped you win seeing as how you informed us it was almost hopeless. We always like to congradgulate whoever acheived the win."

OOC:So are you done with me and I have my leader or what?

OOC:So are you done with me and I have my leader or what?
Not quite; but he will be returned very soon.

The presidents humming ceased, "oh, well then yes that would be good. If you don't mind i would like to speak to the leaders of the army of whoever helped you win seeing as how you informed us it was almost hopeless. We always like to congradgulate whoever acheived the win."
“Lord President,” said Jeffery, “Hopelessness is only hopelessness when you haven't found the Achilles heel of your enemy. Now I’m sure Commander Dasch is a very busy man. Perhaps you would like to travel back to Verica with Chancellor Rickhart; perhaps Commander Dasch will be joining him.”

Not quite; but he will be returned very soon.
oOC:OK...TG on NationSTates when he does with a link or something 'cause I'm going on a trip and I won't come back until you TG me...

"well can you at least check if he could find time to set up a meeting, but yes i would like to travle back with the chancellor."

To: Admiral Lake
From: Admiral Osiris

Intelligence briefings from our military have just advised me to contact the commander of the foreign forces within Farmina. I am going to attempt to do so to attempt get a clear perspective on what is going on within the country and would like your input as to future actions we might take after communication is established.


Lake read the message and thougth for a moment.
"Contact Admiral Osiris, and tell him that i support him in his attempts to make contact with Farmina. And tell him that i´m planning of sending two of the subs back to base, since i belive that the conflict has cooled down a bit.
But i don´t think that the dance is over just yet"

"well can you at least check if he could find time to set up a meeting, but yes i would like to travle back with the chancellor."
Jeffery nodded and confirmed, “As you desire Lord President. This way, Chancellor Rickhart wishes to leave very soon.”

Jeffery took quick pace, in the direct, short route to Chancellor Rickhart’s waiting copter, the propeller already beginning to spin. After a quick burst of words, Jeffery turned to the President and gave a brief nod.

Dan Rickhart gave an affirmative nod to the helicopter pilot before taking his seat. He could wait no longer. Verica required him. With order restored, order now had to be once again applied to the great work. The small craft ventured into the air; followed by numerous escorts. Then east, towards the sun and the great city.

---

Deep in Farmina’s waters, the large metal hull glided quietly. Within that metal hull men waited patiently for their fate. Their grey uniforms were shabby, but each marked with the noticeable orange semi-circle with two lines running through it, the mark of the Shadow. Many miles down the coast, another submarine waited equally as patiently, waiting for the time of the second Shadowstrike. And in the opposite direction, deep in the River Verica a third and final submarine also waited; also baring the distinctive mark of the Shadow.

“Rickhart is off the ground,” was yelled in the middle submarine. A spread of torpedoes shot out, traveling out under the water. The submarine was already fleeing at full speed.

The same tactic was repeated by the other two submarines; fire and fly.

The torpedoes continued along in the safety of the water; until their targets were well within range; then shooting up into the air.

The first submarine had been docked outside Ricco, and the torpedoes flew into the air; before slamming into several buildings in the great costal fortress city. Explosions rattled the impenetrable city; flesh and brick was torn apart, but the attack was of little more value than annoyance.

In the very heart of Verica, torpedoes burst out of the water flying high into the sky, before falling into the ground, smashing into buildings that were known black-shirt barracks and government buildings. Fear and death had returned to the heart of Farmina; with peace having only reigned ten minutes.

But it was the middle submarine that had the real target, Dan Rickhart himself. As the torpedoes flew over land; they had the furthest to go and most chance of being detected, and they were.

“COUNTER MEASURES,” yelled Rickhart; as he became aware of the approaching threat.

The escort helicopters also became aware of the threat; but the countermeasures were to little, too late. As the sound of explosions came to dominate the air; Rickhart could feel searing heat, then nothing…

Dasch arrives back at the command outpost at the airstrip, just in time to hear screaming reports from the task force in international waters.

"All units! Unknown submersable fleet has engaged shore targets in Farmina! I repeat! Unknown submersable fleet has engaged shore targets!"

Dasch hears this as he enters the aircraft, then he runs into the main deck. "Report!" he yells.

"Sir, we have missiles being fired at the shoreline from submarines! Casualties are being reported by the Farminians. As well, a fleet of choppers has been shot down!"

Dasch heart stopped. "What kind of choppers? I was just with Chancellor Rickhart when he was....oh God."

He checks the radar. There was no more Farminian choppers in the air. He steps back.

"Alright people, listen up!" Dasch yells. "Prepare the second and third divisions for deployment, and bring the submarine hunter-killer groups into Farminian waters! We want those submarines down immediately, and if possible, captured! I will deal with the diplomacy myself, but Farmina is not out of trouble yet, and if they are going to be free, we need to give them the firepower they need!"

Commotion breaks out in the command aircraft, as they start giving orders to various military leaders in the area. Dasch leans down to the communications operator. "Give a comlink to the Farminian head of state."

The communications operator nods, and types in the frequency, and gives Dasch the headset.

"I have some bad news. We have reason to believe that Lord Chancellor Rickhart is dead."

OOC: I'm replying a followup after you post.

OOC:OK, I got back around and hour, 45 minutes ago from my trip...andI already miss my bro and sis!!LOL

IC:The planes landed in an international airstrip that Quere had recently built. The planes landed smoothly, and passengers waited to be released. Angry citizens made fists adn shouted at the planes, angry at Farmina. Soliders held them back, but showed no neutruality: they showed anger, clear as day.

00C:If y0u want to land them, tell me and I'll edit it telling of the pe0ple waiting....

OOC:OK, I got back around and hour, 45 minutes ago from my trip...andI already miss my bro and sis!!LOL

IC:The planes landed in an international airstrip that Quere had recently built. The planes landed smoothly, and passengers waited to be released. Angry citizens made fists adn shouted at the planes, angry at Farmina. Soliders held them back, but showed no neutruality: they showed anger, clear as day.

00C:If y0u want to land them, tell me and I'll edit it telling of the pe0ple waiting....
OOC: Nope; decided we won't be needing your leader anymore. Although one of the terms of the agreement was that the whole incident was supposed to be hush-hush.

Chancellor Fredrick Johnson sat up straight. The sound of distant explosions brought the situation room back to life.

“I thought this was over,” he muttered; having only a half an hour ago received word from Rickhart that the military had capitulated.

Phones began to ring all at once. “Torpedo strikes reported,” yelled someone down the room, “Submarine must be within River Verica.”

“Torpedo strikes reported up the coast,” yelled out someone else.

That only submarines were being used; suggested to Johnson that this wasn’t further attempts by the military to seize control. This was something more subtle.

“Casualties confirmed in Ricco,” yelled out another voice.

The room was descending into chaos. Johnson would have expected no less. People were yelling drabs of information; trying to speak over each other as though each had the one vital clue. Most of the information had already been yelled out by someone else, somewhere else in the room.

Then someone yelled with such fury that the room collapsed into silence, “The Shadow has planted a message on our system. The bastard was behind this.”

Johnson felt his heart sink, the only reassurance being that Adrian Turkington had already left on his secret mission to Nowhere Place to do with the Shadow.

The scrambled voice of the Shadow filled the room, “I can reach you anywhere. Those who sit atop your false government are as vulnerable as civilians. There is no escape. Torpedoes or suitcase bombs; my range is unlimited. Surrender Farmina to Emperor Justinian; the true ruler or the fire and brimstone shall reign in Farmina’s cities.

I am the Shadow. My word is death.”

Again silence fell over the room, but before the volume resumed there was another ominous message. “Chancellor Johnson,” began a communications officer; bringing up an image of wrecked helicopters on one of the many screens, “Commander Aricar reports that satellites have confirmed torpedoes hit this group of our helicopters. They have all been downed.”

“Get the location and dispatch rescue helicopters there,” ordered Johnson, running a frustrated hand through his blonde hair, “We can always hope.”

“Chancellor Johnson,” said yet another voice, “We have a call on the President’s line. Commander Dasch has informed us that Chancellor Rickhart is dead.”

Shock run through Johnson’s body. He looked at the image of the wreckage and was all too clear on what had happened. “Patch Commander Dasch through to my head set,” he ordered, waiting several moments before adding, “Commander Dasch, can you confirm that Chancellor Rickhart was aboard one of the Moralist helicopters?”

He then became silent; wishing that he hadn’t been in Verica on the day of the first Shadow-strike.

---

Captain Steiner looked down the River Verica. “Well there is only one way that blasted thing can go,” he said.

The naval boat had been close to the mouth of the river shortly before the ceasefire. Good luck really. Within minutes of the word of a submarine strike in Verica, underwater mines were set up and the depth charges were readied. It was only a matter of time before the submarine got caught in the net.

“We’ll show these bastards who’s on top,” said Steiner; and with that he waited.

---

“Turn sixty degrees,” said the submarine commander. His grey uniform was marked by the distinctive orange symbol of the Shadow.

“Yes, Commander Arickson,” was the soft mumble as the submarine began the change of direction.

Arickson knew he was fleeing for his life. Those torpedoes had been guided right to Rickhart’s transport and now Arickson in turn would become the hunted.

Going south would be the logical direction to freedom. The other submarines would be traveling such a route. The submarine that struck Ricco would safe. The one that struck Verica could be easily trapped. But Arickson was stuck between the two. Heading south would lead straight into foreign fleets and east was a massive Farminan naval force.

But east was the deep waters of Ricco; an unlikely hiding place and a guide to freedom.

“Ricco, here we come boys,” said Arickson; as his submarine glided through the water; already a long distance from where he had launched his payload.

Onboard the Logaretis, Lake could immiedetly tell that there was something going on in Farmina. From what he had learned from sattelites and Signal intel, a submersed fleet had attacked Farmina.

Lake knew that he had a very potent Anti-Naval force, consistng of six Naval Attack groups, with enough firepower to give the unknown vessels a lesson that they would never forget.


From: Admiral Lake Commanding officer Vestern States TSO.
To: Head of Farmina.

It has come to my knoledge, that yur nation currently is under attack by an unknown submersed fleet.
I´m offerinbg our support to destroy or stop the unknown fleet.
On my carriers i have six Naval Bomber goups on standby. If ordered, they would be ble to respond to the attack in a matter of minuits.
And if it´s any comfort, i have support vessels witch can send supplies to attacked areas.

Sincerley
//Admiral Lake.

OOC:oops...sorry...well if the leader was gone...lol

“Commander Dasch, can you confirm that Chancellor Rickhart was aboard one of the Moralist helicopters?”

Dasch paused. "Sadly, I believe so. They were the only Farminian transport choppers in the air at the time, and I remember what make they were, and I saw them being destroyed from orbital satellite."

Chancellor Fredrick Johnson then became silent; wishing that he hadn’t been in Verica on the day of the first Shadow-strike.

Dasch continues. "I know your nation needs additional help to deal with this threat. I am willing to commit more troops and ships to the region. What do you want done?" Dasch decides to hold onto his thoughts about Chancellor Rickhart being a traitor until later, once the Shadow threat diminished.

Suddenly, a static communication rings into the frequency. "This is Force Commander Alex Donald, requesting landing at MES field base."

Dasch grabs his headset. "This is Field Base 2, you are cleared to land. Now what the hell are you doing in Farmina?"

A staticy reply sounds through the speakers. "I've been ordered by the new civilian government to send a second representative to this country to help organise the effort. They are really interested in seeing this operation go smoothly."

"Good timing," Dasch replies. "Because things have just become much more complicated."

From: Admiral Lake Commanding officer Vestern States TSO.
To: Head of Farmina.

It has come to my knoledge, that yur nation currently is under attack by an unknown submersed fleet.
I´m offerinbg our support to destroy or stop the unknown fleet.
On my carriers i have six Naval Bomber goups on standby. If ordered, they would be ble to respond to the attack in a matter of minuits.
And if it´s any comfort, i have support vessels witch can send supplies to attacked areas.

Sincerley
//Admiral Lake.

The Farminan military is more than capable of dealing with hostile submarines within its own waters. We thank you for your concern.

Varius Aricar
Supreme Commander

“It appears the Shadow is behind this latest attack, so it is fair to conclude there is little you can do,” said Chancellor Johnson into his head set, “We know little about the Shadow except he was exiled from Farmina about five years ago and has since found massive resources and connections to finance this strike. If military might was needed; then Farmina would be fine as we have plenty. However even despite your presence the Shadow could strike with apparent ease. We need to cut off the organization’s head; separate its resources.”

---

Captain Steiner heard the almighty blast. “They hit a mine,” he laughed, “The damned fool submarine hit a mine.”

For several moments there was silence. “Depth charges,” yelled Steiner.

Below the surface the submarine waited quietly; the mine had caused minor damage, but no problems. The engine was already in reverse. Then another explosion came, followed by another. Sirens went to red. “Commander, we are taking on water,” warned Claims, “Massive damage, we have to surface.”

Commander Sinst wasn’t impressed. “Very well,” he said resigned, pressing a small switch.

On the surface Captain Steiner heard the massive explosion. Soon oil rose to the surface, along with bits of wreckage and the bodies of the dead.

The MESV Vindicator, a heavy destroyer, sails into the inlet where the submarines should have fled into. Captain John MaCalick watches the sonar closely for the enemy subs. The ten destroyers are spread out across the lake, covering the entire width of the lake with their sonar.

"Captain, the Delerious has a positive sonar contact! Appears to be a single sub. It is heading into the lake up ahead."

The Captain looks up. "All units, prepare to engage! Remember, cripple, do not destroy! We want their crew, to figure out who the hell they work for!"

The MESV Vindicator, a heavy destroyer, sails into the inlet where the submarines should have fled into. Captain John MaCalick watches the sonar closely for the enemy subs. The ten destroyers are spread out across the lake, covering the entire width of the lake with their sonar.

"Captain, the Delerious has a positive sonar contact! Appears to be a single sub. It is heading into the lake up ahead."

The Captain looks up. "All units, prepare to engage! Remember, cripple, do not destroy! We want their crew, to figure out who the hell they work for!"

OOC: A lake? I doubt you find submarines in lakes (large inland body of fresh water or salt water). Where are you talking about?

Oops. I thought you said they entered a lake to sneak out of Farminian waters, and my ships are in pursuit (while someone else's fleet is blocking the exit apparently).

Oops. I thought you said they entered a lake to sneak out of Farminian waters, and my ships are in pursuit (while someone else's fleet is blocking the exit apparently).

OOC: The three subs are very spread out. The one that has been sunk was in the River Verica. The second that was trying to evade the fleets has taken refuge at the bottom of Ricco harbour. The third is already safely away. By the sounds of it your talking about the first.

OOC: Oh OK, I mean the one in the harbour then.

The MESV Vindicator, a heavy destroyer, sails into Ricco harbour where the submarines should have fled into. Mysteriously the ships weren't sunk on sight as per protocol. Captain John MaCalick watches the sonar closely for the enemy subs.

"Captain, the Delerious has a positive sonar contact! Appears to be a single sub. It is heading into the harbour up ahead."

The Captain looks up. "All units, prepare to engage! Remember, cripple, do not destroy! We want their crew, to figure out who the hell they work for!"

---

“Impact,” yelled a petty officer, as though Commander Arickson wasn’t aware.

“Blast,” he muttered, the dive had been too slow, “Fire the remaining torpedoes.”

The submarine shook again as more explosives hit its hull. “Looks like we die today,” he muttered, and no one disagreed.

The torpedoes flew forward out of the chute before rotating and flying towards the meddling vessel on the surface.

“In God’s name,” the Commander said boldly; before activating the self destruct. A huge blast ripped apart the submarine, killing all aboard. Metal, oil and bodies flew up to the surface, a grim reminder of the nature of war.

But it had been a poor day for the Shadow; losing two out of three submarines was by his standards disasterous.

EPILOGUE:
The room’s white tiled floor was disturbing; in its own hygienic way. The room smelt strongly of disinfectant. In the corner the black-shirt Johnson sat reading a book. Outside the outline of two more black-shirts could be seen through the window glass in the door. Dan Rickhart rolled over in the hospital bed, noting to himself, “I am either alive; or the afterlife is not as dramatic as the Bible makes out.”

Rickhart observed his right arm was plastered; far superior to a splint. He could feel bandaging around his ribs…and a cast on his leg. He couldn’t remember breaking his left leg. “Mister Johnson,” yelled out Rickhart, “Could you tell me why in God’s name my left leg is in a cast.”

“Minor fracture was revealed in the x-ray Lord Chancellor,” said the black-shirt Johnson, putting aside his book.

Rickhart was began sitting up, “I assume that happened in the helicopter crash.”

Johnson responded, “The doctors think not Lord Chancellor, they think the crash simply exasperated the damage from your earlier fall. Your wounds from the crash are rather minor; your escorts took most of the blasts from the Shadow’s attack.”

“The Shadow was responsible,” said Rickhart, mildly reassured that Aricar had not betrayed him so quickly.

“According to my uncle,” said the black-shirt, referring to Chancellor Fredrick Johnson.

“How long have I been unconscious for?” asked Rickhart, his eyes turning to a pair of crutches; resting beside his bed.

“Half a day,” suggested Johnson vaguely, “The Lord President is waiting for you to awake.”

“Blah,” said Rickhart, grabbing the crutches, “You should have said earlier. Where is he?”

“Same place you left him last night,” said Johnson.

Before leaving, Rickhart observed a small black case beside the bed. He fumbled it open with one hand, before removing a small vial of clear liquid; followed by a syringe. In an awkward one armed fashion; Rickhart prepared a syringe full of the drug that had become known as “warmer”. Finally Dan Rickhart brought the syringe up to his neck and injected the clear liquid into his blood.

As the drug spread, he grabbed a single crutch with his left arm and began his slow hobble through the doors and out along the corridors to President Grey’s ward.

---

The two black-shirts pushed open the final obstructive doors. Rickhart stepped through, into President Grey’s personal ward. The journey to the ward had probably been the slowest few meters the Chancellor had ever traveled, although getting lost had certainly not helped.

President Grey was looking away from the door, sitting quietly in a wheel chair, an empty chair beside him, looking out the large glass window, down into the empty streets of Verica.

“Tobias, I bring victory,” said Rickhart, moving towards the President, “The military bows before the government; a major turn in Farminan history and Arnold Bashar has paid for his crimes against us.”

“Take a seat, shut up and have a smoke,” said the President, mildly gruffly, removing his cigarette from his mouth and giving it a small wave, so Rickhart could see it clearly.

“I must insist you give those up,” said Rickhart, completing his final hobble to the seat next to Tobias, “They will kill you.”

“Just last night you told me my wife had died in a bomb blast,” began Tobias Grey, his voice brimmed with sadness, “I was nearly killed. The Shadow tried to blast you out of the sky and you reckon cigarettes are going to kill me?”

He paused very briefly before adding, “And how did you get so many casts?”

“I was shot several times, valiantly dueling Arnold Bashar and his men to the death,” said Rickhart gallantly.

“You weren’t shot, liar,” laughed Grey, albeit a rather sad laugh, “You fell out of a tree. Not to mention being shot out of the sky.”

“Bah,” said Rickhart, “Can’t let anything escape you. Have the people been told about my near death experience.”

“No we have kept our mouths shut; most either think you died or there was no crash. Explanations can wait, but more importantly, can we trust Commander Aricar?” asked Grey.

“Certainly not,” said Rickhart, “That is why I made the chain around his neck is now so tight. The military is now forbidden to even run people in elections. Their supplies and training are under Moralist lock and key; pieces torn from the jigsaw. But even as I left that bunker, I could sense Aricar was planning to rebuild the military’s strength. I have left Aricar with so few pieces of the jigsaw it should be generations before the military can put the puzzle back together and make another power play.”

“Lets hope your right,” said Tobias, “While you were unconscious, the Shadow sent a message, admitting to the strike against your helicopter and delivered his demands. Farmina is to be handed over to Justinian within a month of the great cities will endure more horror.”

“Demands which you have ignored, I’m sure,” said Rickhart, “Adrian Turkington has managed to organize a meeting with the Shadow in Nowhere Place. Soon we shall learn who our enemy really is so that we can destroy him.”

“He left this morning, although no one could tell me why,” said Grey, stubbing out his cigarette, “And with the Shadow out of the way; the only opposition is democratic.”

“And outvoted,” said Rickhart turning around to see a nurse enter the ward.

“Lord President, the plastic surgeon is ready,” said the nurse, walking over and grabbing the wheelchair, turning it towards the exit.

As Grey was rotated, the mess that remained of the left of Grey’s face revealed itself to Rickhart. “By God, I hope Bashar has found peace in death; since in life he could only war with enemies. Bizarre how he and half the General Staff was died, I think a metal conference table crossed live wires is appropriate,” said Grey as he was wheeled away, “And I just realized; all the people that died this past week, our population will be under two billion people again. We shall have to organize a whole new parade.”

Rickhart gave the dark comment a small laugh as he heard the doors swing open then shut; before rubbing the small syringe mark at the top of his neck.

---

Nowhere Place: 24 Hours Later
Adrian Turkington walked into the abandoned car park. The lights shone brightly. His story had been quite clear; a Moralist seeking to see the end of Tobias Grey. He was unarmed; his weapons had been confiscated when he arrived in Nowhere Place; distrust of Farminans was still strong despite two regime changes since the Nowhere Place war.

Two large men approached Turkington from either side. He stood still as the large hands searched him, before nodding for him to continue.

He continued deeper into the abandoned car park; alone, unarmed, without any communications devices.

“Greetings,” said a short, mildly overweight, male figure, emerging from behind a pillar, dressed in a long crimson robe, a hood shrouding his face in shadow. His voice was deep and somehow familiar. The crimson robe was marked by the deep orange symbol on each arm; the mark of the Shadow.

“Greetings,” stammered Turkington, knowing the voice, but yet couldn’t place it.

“You know who I am, Mr Turkington,” said the robed figure.

“You are the Shadow as I arranged to meet,” said Turkington.

“I was referring to my true identity, but you are correct about my pseudonym Mr Turkington,” said the Shadow, “Now what is it you wish.”

“To pledge loyalty,” said Turkington nervously, “I want to lead your next strike. With the Bashar dead; only you stand between Grey and his twisted vision.”

“No person wanted Bashar dead more than me. He was an old enemy of mine,” said the Shadow, in his deep, near stereotypical voice, “It was no mere coincidence that the command bunker had a huge structural weakness. I organized it when you were still a boy.”

“How did you know about penetrating the bunker?” asked Turkington; prying to find where the Moralist government was leaking.

The Shadow ignored the question, “However the Farminan military is a revolving door of bastards. Varius Aricar conspired towards my destruction as much as Arnold Bashar. They both sought death to the government of my day; just as they sought it for yours.”

Turkington’s mind flicked furiously through the records he had viewed. There was only person the Shadow could be. The voice that rang so deeply of power and foreboding, it had to be him.

“Now you know who I am Moralist,” said the Shadow, “Just as I know you came here to discover my identity and then destroy me.”

The Shadow’s hands came up and pulled down his hood. “My master is always happy to have one less Moralist,” said the Shadow.

Turkington stepped backwards, begging, “Spare me please.”

The Shadow moved to put his hand into a pocket in the long crimson robe. “I can’t allow you to squeal to Tobias Grey, and I can’t let you come with me,” said the Shadow, “I have one option and my master would slice me up if I didn’t take it.”

“Who is your master?” asked the sobbing Turkington, as he prodded for information before he died.

“The Puppeteer,” said the Shadow, aiming his pistol, “He who writes history. He who modeled Farmina in his image.”

Turkington was still not satisfied, but knew he would get no more, “Please Charles, don’t do this. We go way back. I wasn’t always a Moralist. We were colleagues back at the church. Please Charles…”

The crying and the begging was silenced then and there by two bullets. Adrian Turkington’s expression of fear remained sealed in death as he lay in an expanding pool of his own blood, under the bright lights of the abandoned carpark.



OOC: That’s it folks. If you have loose ends to tie up; I always like it when players post epilogues and comments. Also there is a sequel for those interested; especially if your characters are planning on staying on in Farmina because of unfinished business. Just say if you want to be in the next thread and I’ll TG it to you when its up.

If you were a little confused by some of the things; in the Farminan Factbook (see sig) there is the Shadow’s Recent History of Farmina; which I think is a jolly good read.

Some good up and coming RPers here; but a few tips.

Watch the godmodding.
Keep it real.
Read carefully.
Check factbooks for additional info.
Use capital letters.
Good grammar helps.
Italicing bits of text makes reading easier.

"Sir, the sub self-destructed."

"DAMN!" Dasch yells, while Alex Donald looks on. "We could have had an answer to this..."

He then notices underwater cameras from the fleet looking at what was left of the wreck. "Or do we...?

He could see a piece of the hull with part of the name of the ship written on the chunk. It was blurred from the blast, but he can definitely have it restored or investigated.

"I want divers in the water, to recover any evidence of their origin. Do this as fast as you can, as I don't want Farmina or the terrorist organization coming over and confiscating it before we can find out the truth. We can show them the evidence once we have it on board and analysed. I still do not trust Rickhart, and nothing they say will change my opinion on that."

He moves to walk out of the command center. "Now excuse me, I need to get to the palace to talk with President Grey."

OOC: VERY good RP. You're keeping me guessing. I'm in the next RP! :P

As the conflict in Farmina had seemed to be under controll, The Western States Taskforce had ordered most units back to port.
However, the Logaretis was ordered to remain in the area, along with it´s battlegroup to make sure that the conflict wouldent escalate.

Admiral Lake had sent a message to Farmina arlier in the day.

I am understanding that the situation is under relativt control now. Therefor i wonder if it´s possible to send a shipment of supplies, since i belive that there are many wounded after the figthings. I would be much deligthed to send such an force to you.
Lake was very satisfied that the conflict finally seemed to come to an end

OCC:
A great RP. farmina, you sure managed to keep it alive and exiting.
I would be very happy to play a part in a sequel to this.

but as i said, a very amusing and exiting RP. would gladly RP with you again
and

OOC: VERY good RP. You're keeping me guessing. I'm in the next RP! :P
Do I have a nomination for the next best RP/RPer awards?

Best twists perhaps?

Ah I thank thee for kind words.

A great RP. farmina, you sure managed to keep it alive and exiting.
I would be very happy to play a part in a sequel to this.

but as i said, a very amusing and exiting RP. would gladly RP with you again
and
A thee is more humbled.

However I think the RP was "exciting" not "exiting".

Please excuse me. it´s like 02:00 wheni wrote thar, and i`am from Sweden.
easy to make mistakes...

And thanx aganin for a good RP.

Sure I'll vote. I admit I sort of DIDN'T like the RP, but it's because I hate the characters rather than the actual RP. Great RP, terrible cast! It was so hard to work well diplomatically...


...And I still think Rickhart is a traitor.

Sure I'll vote. I admit I sort of DIDN'T like the RP, but it's because I hate the characters rather than the actual RP. Great RP, terrible cast! It was so hard to work well diplomatically...


...And I still think Rickhart is a traitor.
You expected Farminans to be co-operative? That would be too easy.

You will find out more about Rickhart in the next RP, which will be set a month into the future; during election season and the Shadow's deadline for Justinian's restoration runs out.

It will mostly be a character RP; rather than a military RP. But thats all I'm saying, the rest is secret.

And yes MES, Dasch will meet Tobias Grey.

OOC: Nice RP too. I was following it, but it didnt seem right to do something ICly, so..

IC: The conflict in Farmina was over, at least for the time being. The rightful government was restored for the time being and President Fej was pleased with the proportionate boost his party received in the polls.
well, at least those Farmians were good for something, he though to himself
He had ordered most of the fleet home himself upon hearing of the successful end to conflicts but had left Admiral Osiris behind with some of his better ships to maintain a small presence in the region should anything happen again and also to keep in touch with the Vestern States since they had proven to be a valuable ally in the conflict. All was well and President Fej now turned to more pressing matters on the upcoming elections...

OOC: That was a lot of fun Farmina, I liked your plotline and it was great to RP with you, I will definately be playing a part in whatever RP's you make in the future, particuarly the next bit!

Very well. That is excellent. ;)

By the way, I sent two Force Commanders for a reason. For this character RP.