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King Rox read the dispatches on his computer as he sat in the office in his summer palace in Florida Keys. Why he loved to summer here, he hadn't really figured out yet, however, he always spent his summers in Florida - had done so since he was a child and his father, King 'Lude had brought him here to go to Disneyworld.

What the hell! He read it again to make sure he hadn't misunderstood anything. There was no mistaking it though. Kordo had slashed oil production by over 45% and simultaneously raised the price of its crude from $40.00/barrel to over $100.00/barrel. Analysists still had no idea why. This was not good, India depended heavily on cheap, ready supplies from Kordo's production. Damn, this needs to be fixed soon or we're in a world of hurt. Thought the king to himself.

King Rox was not the only person who saw the price of oil jump from $40.00/barrel to over $100.00/barrel. That is too much. said the Count in himself as he sat behind his huge black marble desk. It looks like will offer the Dominion to the world. He got up and head out of his office.

A couple of hours later…

The God-Emperor Count JWolf stood in front of room full of people in the press room at Castle Von Wolf. Reporters and their camera crew of the DWNN and the DNN had their cameras pointed at the God-Emperor. Unknown to them, snipers and other members of the Black Wolves were watching the crowd thought one-way glass on each side of the press room.

Count JWolf was wearing his normal stuff; black leather pants, dark blue shirt, black leather duster with a red velvet on the inside with the Black Wolves’ symbol on the right upper sleeve, and a clean cut black cowboy hat. The Dominion flag and the Black Wolves flag were behind him.

“People of the Dominion and of the whole world, listen to my words. The price of oil coming out of Kordo is nuts.” He started. “100 dollars for one barrel. We are not out of oil.”

“So that is why, I’m offering Dominion oil for $41.00/barrel.” He said with powerful tone in his voice. “Leader of Kordo, you can't hold the world hostage by rising the price of your oil. That is all.”

He left the room as people were asking him questions.

Rick Kordo swore. His first vacation in a year, his first since the rebellion, and already some no-name leader decides to threaten his oil dominance. He dialed the Governor of the South-West Asian Colonies, Governor Ahmed Umar to find his take on it. Ahmed picked up.

"Emperor Kordo, to what do I owe the pleasure?" asked Ahmed lightly. Ahmed, though fifteen years older than Rick was a good friend of Rick and the family.

"What's the situation with the oil down there?"

Ahmed cleared his throat. “Well sir, I admit we underestimated Transylvania. Quite honestly, my economic advisors assured me that they would raise prices as well, to maximize their profits.”

Rick snorted. “Common sense should have told you that they were wrong.”

“Eh, what are going to do? The fact remains that we need the money, and if we want the economy to return to normal levels. We can’t afford a price war right now.”

Rick straightened in his seat. “What do you have in mind?”

“A price war- literally. We conquer their Middle East territories, Lebanon and Syria, and once we conquer those territories, we can use them to strike into their oil-rich territories. Once we take those, we can force them to submit and we rack in the oil profits.”

“Do you suggest long-term occupation?”

“Nope, we don’t have the resources, unless you ship them in from the mainland. We have enough men to crush what ever resistance they throw up, even if its more than what we expect, and enough industry to quickly replace what we lose, but other than that…” Ahmad shrugged.

“Very well, do what you feel is necessary to avoid war, but if it becomes necessary…”

“Understood.”

Telegram delivered to Transylvania from Kordoan Embassy:

Dear Sirs,

As you may not be aware, Kordo was recently wracked by civil war, leaving much of its industry in shambles. As a result, our colonies supply of oil is one of the few things keeping the economy afloat. This, combined with large-scale attacks on oil fields by Islamic Extremists forced Kordo to raise the oil prices to the extant that we did. Therefore, as a personal favor to Kordo, a nation that always repays its favors, we ask that you raise your oil prices as well. This will help protect Kordo, one of your neighbors, from falling into economic collapse while providing you with large amounts of money. Please consider this offer. The Imperial House of Kordo wants nothing but peace.

ooc: only post for now, might be on after LOST is over....

Somewhere in West Virginia-

Kimiko Ayasugi was observing world events....it seemed that Kordo and the Transylvania were playing a game of brinksmanship...in this case, over oil. Who knew Texas tea could be so volatile!

She looked at the Commodity markets in the RSA and Central Africa, they were more jumpy than a novice Counterstrike player. The climbing prices had not affected the RALM-owned lands in Africa much, since they were close to their own oil supplies in Nigeria and Equatorial Guinea. However, the Americas needed all the oil they could get, and these shocks were starting to make lines grow.

This price war looked like an intriguing opportunity to settle an old score. From the safety of her bunker, she calculated that a war would soon happen; a war she needed.

She telephoned Jake Featherston IV, and told him to do two things.

One: Issue a statement condemning the price war.

Two: Prepare for war with the Transylvania. Make up some excuse, any excuse. She had a score to settle.

OOC:Consider this a tag... I said I would be selling weapons didnt I?

IC:Supreme Commander Gregori McKenna was lying next to the pool, at the palace, sipping Vodka and keeping an eye on the Current Gaurdsmen patrolling the walls of his palace. McKennas trustred butler appeared. A telephone in his hand,
"Comrade Gregori," Those words died hard... even in Post-Soviet Red Tide, "Nicholas Ferovora is on the phone. He says its urgent."
Gregori got up and walked over to the phone, "Thank you Golovko," he said as he took the phone and held it up to his ear, the high-pitched voice of Fervora came over the phone.
"Gregori! My old friend."
"Ferovora! How is the Consortium running?"
"Good, good. But have you heard?"
"Heard what?"
"Kordo just raised the price of their oil... but even better, Transylvania dropped their prices! I smell a price war."
"Really?"
"Yes... may I suggest we keep an eye on this?"
Gregori nodded, "Yes... and just incase... call Tech-Com, theyll be happy to hear this too. Two of their major competitors ripping their lungs out of each other while they continue to exploit the Libyan Profits... its perfect!"

After getting a telegram for some people at the Kordoan Embassy, the Count was some what mad and happy at the same time. He move back in his huge leather chair, the light was on the telegram better. After reading it, he was madder. So, he wrote a message back to the Kordoan Embassy.

Dear Sirs,

First of all, did not know about a civil war happening in your mainland. Sorry about that. I can see why you are rising the prices to help your economy. But you rising prices because you could not control terrorists in your colonies, now that is a dumb idea.

Take a look at the Dominion control Jordan, Lebanon, and Syria. After the Dominion gain control over those area, Dominion soldiers went in and hunt down terrorists of those areas. Those three areas are almost terrorist free because of the Dominion.

A one more thing, I do want peace but I’m keeping my price of oil at $41.

Signed,

The God-Emperor Count JWolf

The Price of oil was rising; and Marcus De Drakan gazed solemnly at the figures upon the great television screens in the meeting room of the Imperial Palace, Glasgow. At various seats, the governors, High Lords and his own Sons, sat watching him; as he paced before a globe. Picked out in glorious red, marked with the Imperial Eagle, were the Domains of the Imperium. The land it held, nurtured and claimed.

"Our financiers are not pleased; Industry is not pleased, and the people shall ask what I shall do of it. I shall tell them. The North Sea pumps until it is bled dry; we shall monopolise on our own oil; raising our prices; and we shall use the coming economic chaos to play our hand. A valuable mad dash for Oil. A Lightning war, by which we liberate oil supplies and charge it at a reasonable price for a healthy premium" He sipped a glass of Chronosian absinthe; savoring it as it teased and overwhelmed his senses.

"Allow me to command it father." Remiel rose, boming; his crisp black suit highlighting his flowing obsidian hair, strands dancing across his pale cheeks, his blue eyes dazzling and glimmering; the long black veleur coat shimmering in the light of the room. "I have after all, completed my military training at the Academy; I was in overall charge of unifying Ireland and taking Britain."

"Very well, but Lucian shall accompany you. Now, boys; I want maximum efficiency and mamimum preservation. Lives don't matter, the supplies matter. Now, I have press to greet."

Moving swiftly, he stepped out and through the corridors; emerging onto the balcony; below; journalists and opportunistic civilians had gathered. His voice was enhanced by the speaker systems that lined the walls; and the vast speaker-towers dotted about the courtyard.

"MY PEOPLE!" He bellowed to rapturous applause "I have taken you and molded you in the furnace. I have proved you as a people. Once you were merely British, Scottish, English, Irish. Now you are Chronosian!" The applause continued. "I have come before you today to tell you that we shall not falter in the face of Kordo's price rising. We shall raise our own prices and profit from their losses. We have increased our prices to 75 Imperial Dollars per barrel. My message to Kordo is thus; we will not shrink, we will not flee from your little games. We shall match you, blow for blow; pound for pound. Let the naysayers tell me I am deluded; but as the coffers grow; and we gain more and more control, the voices of dissent shall die down. By the Black Throne and the Red Dawn, we shall have victory."

Galen looked down at the monitor embedded in his desk and read the stunning information that has just come across the Shazbotdom News Network direct line to the Imperial Palace. He sat back in his chair and looked blankly in the front of him. This isn't right. What the hell is going on here, he thought to himself. He then punched up a code and was taken to the Global Stock Market and sold all his shares in the company that just raised the prices of crude oil. There. That will make sure that i don't lose any money. I should have known not to buy that goddamn stock. Fixed that mistake though. He then laughed out loud as his aide walked into the office and looked at him with a wierd look

Galen: "What the fuck are you looking at?"

Aide: "Ummm...."

Galen: "Well. While your here. Go get me a cup of coffee." The aide then walked toward the door. "Better yet. Make that a double shot espresso and make it quick. GO NOW!"

The aide then ran out of the room quickly to get the Emperor his drink. Galen then looked back down to his monitor and looked up current local events. Lets see. Shazbotdom Military Suppliers stock went up by 40 points. The Shazbotdom Independance Day Parade is in a few days. Guess i should get ready for that. Tensions are eruping in the middle east. Figured that would happen. Shazbotdom space command is preparing the launch of the 5th Space Shuttle. Guess i should go to that for moral support...

Galen then finished reading all the stuff and went back to playing Tribes 2 online. It's time to kick some ass.....

After the meeting with his general counsel and a review of the possible penalties, King Rox had made the decision it was worth the possible cost to his people and he drafted the message:

::: Open Telegram :::

TO: Emporer Rick Kordo
FROM: King Roxicet Soma Narcosis
RE: Oil price gouging

Emporer Kordo:

Please be advised your current rate hike for oil is nothing short of price gouging and has no basis in fact to support it. Until such time as you return the price of your oil to reasonable levels, you will find yourselves with a customer. As of today, by royal decree, all oil companies, refineries, etc. have been forbidden to purchase oil from Kordo. All oil will be obtained from Transylvania and other sources. Furthermore, we are imposing a tax of $10/pound on all food stuffs and other agricultural products sold to Kordoian companies or shipped to Kordo by our colonies in North America and our nation in India - consider it an economic sanction. We would love to buy your oil, but we refuse to submit to economic blackmail. Furthermore, you need our food and agricultural products, but you will now have to pay dearly for them.

Sincerely,
King Rox

::: Open Telegram ::::

TO: Emperor JWolf
FROM: King Roxicet Soma Narcosis
RE: Oil Contracts

Emperor JWolf:

Please be advised that the nation of Mauiwowee wishes to fulfill significant oil contracts with your nation to replace oil contracts formerly held by that theiving nation of Kordo. Copies of those contracts are attached to this message for your review. Once you and your advisors have read them, please contact me to discuss any change in terms felt neccessary.

Sincerely,
King Rox

OOC: Transylvania - check the main thread before you reply.

The words RTN flashed across the screen as the Red Tidean national anthem played, behind the words sat Tatania Kapinski, the news anchor for RTN. The letters faded, Tatiana turned towards the camera.

"Good day, welcome to RTN Studios, I am your host, Tatania Kapinski. Our top story for today, international price war? In response to yesterdays corporations in the nation of Kordo price raising, the corporations in Transylvania DROPPED their prices to 41$. Our experts here at RTN predict a full scale price war. The Supreme Commander has not commented, however, the CEO of Tech-Com Corporation announced that it would raise its oil prices by the Rubles equivelant of 10 dollars. That brings the price to 55 American Dollars. The Tech-Com CEO refused to comment further. In other news..."

OOC; we raised our prices too...Why aren't I getting mentions? :( :P

Grand Technocrat Rand Veristek stared at his SitRep screen displayed on a wall-vision in his office. He shook his head as he read the scrolling information on the oversized screen.

He muttered to himself softly in the Sharinan dialect.

Regh ckmxujvep. Ywhqkm negh zu hyoum.

Rand sighs amid another muttered phrase.

Vkjuqsm qxqkhg.

Rand focused his attention towards his console on his desk and began typing orders in the Sharinan language, deftly preparing Sharina for the inevitable international crisis.

Dear Sirs,

First of all, did not know about a civil war happening in your mainland. Sorry about that. I can see why you are rising the prices to help your economy. But you rising prices because you could not control terrorists in your colonies, now that is a dumb idea.

Take a look at the Dominion control Jordan, Lebanon, and Syria. After the Dominion gain control over those area, Dominion soldiers went in and hunt down terrorists of those areas. Those three areas are almost terrorist free because of the Dominion.

A one more thing, I do want peace but I’m keeping my price of oil at $41.

Signed,

The God-Emperor Count JWolf

Dear Sir,

I did not mean to suggest that the terrorist actions played a major or singular role in the raising of the prices. The terrorist actions contributed to the massive fall in oil production which has played in a role in raising the oil prices to higher levels than we originally planned to.

I resent the stipulation that Kordoan forces are inept or are unable to control their own territory. We, as you did, crushed most if not all extremist or opposition groups in the affected territories. However, while the mainland of Kordo was rocked by violence, our colonies suffered more political based instablity, including several murders of military and civilian leaders, including two of my predicessors. The resulted in a general inefficency in military operations because the military commanders were unsure of the command structure, and consequently, extremist groups took advantage of this uncertainty and recruited a wave of new extremists.

Finally, I also suggest that you reconsider your position on oil positions. I have the full support of the Emperor in any actions I may be forced to take.

Regards,

Governor Ahmed Umar

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Semi-Secret:
On the border of Transylvanian Middle Eastern territories, Kordoan Army Cores, mostly locally recruited infantry, were massed, spurrened on by propaganda telling them of the opression of their fellow Muslims. (ooc: Kordo carefully guards the borders of its Middle Eastern colonies, and has several large-scale propaganda programs informing Muslims on how Kordo's territories are the only ones where Islam is practiced in its true form)

The Count got two telegrams at the same time, one for King Roxicet Soma Narcosis of Mauiwowee and Governor Ahmed Umar. So, he sends the telegram form King Roxicet to the HQ of Dominion Oil in Minsk, Belarus.

Then he answered the telegram from Governor Ahmed Umar.

Dear Governor,

I’m going to keep my prices at the $41 per barrel. Think of what people would charge at gas station with your prices. I can see it now. $10 for only a gallon of gas. That is nuts.

And if you take force against the Dominion, you will have Hell to paid and I will make sure your soul rots in Hell. You have been warned!

Signed,

The God-Emperor Count JWolf

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After getting the telegram sent for his leader and boss, CEO Sergei Fedorov sent a message back to the King of Mauiwowee.

Dear King Roxicet,

After reading your telegram, I have to tell you that. Because of how low we are selling our oil, we can only sale you 60% of what Kordo sold your nation. Is that good enough?

Signed,

CEO Sergei Fedorov of Dominion Oil

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Semi-Secret:

Locals of those territories guarded the borders of Dominion Middle East territories. The border guards were armed with a Kalashnikov AK-47 rifle, a Beretta 92FS Elite pistol and other things need to watch a border. Stuff form the Dominion soldier, their former gear.

Armenians, Azerbaijanis, Jordanians, Syrians and Turks were ready to die to protect their homes. And each one of them knew that Dominion soldiers were be there to help them.

There are about 1,000 borders guards in each territory. But that did not count the Dominion soldiers stationed in bases in those territories. These base where built in cities, so only idiots would attack them.

King Rox had a problem - his farmers were bound to get mad about the tarrif on their goods he had imposed on shipments to Kordo, but worse - Transylvania could only supply 60% of the oil they used to get from Kordo, things would get rough for the civilian population if he couldn't change that, but Chronosia had jacked up their oil price, almost as high as Kordo. Damn The king thought a minute - maybe he could change their mind.

::: Telegram to Chronosia :::

Sirs:
We would love to purchase large quantites of oil from your nation. However, your recent, unwarranted decision to jack up prices will keep us from doing so. You are by now also aware of the trade sanctions we have placed on Kordo due to their attempt at economic rape with their oil prices. We are prepared to place the same sanctions on your nation unless you agree to provide us with oil at the rate of $40.00/barrel.
Sincerely,
His Royal HIghness
King Roxicet "Rox" Soma Narcosis
Mauiwowee

The Imperium has decided to raise oil prices in order to preserve economic stability within our country. It is our opinion that such a drastic descrease in oil price would rob us of potential wealth in the face of adversity. However, we are prepared to offer a special trade deal; whereby we shall sell oil to you at a rate of $40 dollars per barrel; while keeping out otherwise external rates stationary, provided you do not impose sanctions. We offer assurances that this problem shall soon...Wear itself out; or be dealt with.,

Yours,

Marcus De Drakan,
Emperor of the Chronosian Imperium

Location: Castle Von Wolf, The Count’s office.

The Count sat behind his desk as Grand Marshal Khaldun and Air Marshal Devlin Saint Clair sat in chairs in front of him. Each man was watching the new reports from Chronosia.

“It looks like our new allies have raised their oil prices to make sure their economy does not fall.” said the Count. “This nation of Kordo is a pain in the ass.”

“What are you thinking, Father?” asked Grand Marshal Khaldun.

“We make sure that our alliance is not broke up.” said the Count. “Khaldun, have a plane ready for Lotus and General McKnight. They will head to Chronosian Imperium and make sure that we don’t lose a powerful ally like Chronosia.”

“I see. Maybe have Lotus marry one of Marcus’ sons.” said Devlin.

“Correct. Now, go before I get mad.” said the Count. Khaldun and Devlin got up then bowed their heads to their father, the monarch of their family.

Later in the night…

A black Citation X with the Black Wolves’ symbol on each side of it and on the tail of the plane enter the air, heading towards Glasgow International Airport. Aboard the plane was Lotus, the Count’s first daughter, and General Adolph McKnight.

Remiel glanced idly at his watch as he waited; his long coat and suit glowing in the electrical light of the Airport. It was raining outside; again. What else was expected of Scotland; but still; it felt like home. Letting that wry smirk cross his face as he adjusted his tie. He was the foremost military commander and diplomat in the whole Imperium; the heir; the Emperor's glorious golden child. He had graduated with flying colors; and was to head up the 'Eastern Offensive'. It was a daring act; a risky move that would make or break the balance of power in oil.

He sat down, flanked by Imperial Bodyguards; Kasrkin; their visored helmets glemaing in the light; their weapons primed and ready; their body armor tight and nigh impenetrable. Allies be damned, the Imperium was taking no chances; not in this dangerous climate. Not at this crucial moment.

Ships were out amongst the oil rigs; defending them; planes and helicopters patrolled the skies; the Imperium was tightening its defences; in preparation for inevitable offense. And when it came; it would shake the world to its foundations..

The black private plane landed without any problems. It slowly stopped near Remiel and his bodyguard. Lotus in the back unbuckled her seat beat and got up. She was wearing a long black silk dress. General McKnight walked beside her with a metal briefcase in his right hand. He was wearing his military dress uniform.

“Are you ready to make your father happy, milady?” he asked with a German accent.

“Yes, General.” said Lotus.

The door to the plane open, out came two men. Each one was wearing pilot clothes because they were the pilot and co-pilot. Each one had an umbrella in their hands.

Then Lotus stepped down the steps, followed by the General. They bowed their heads to Remiel and walked towards them. After getting under the cover-walkway, Lotus asked “You’re Remiel De Drakan. Right?”

“Hear what you and your men did by helping destroy the Nazi Empire.” said General McKnight. “You and your men did a good job. I’m happy Germany is in the hands of the Dominion.”

“I’m General Adolph McKnight of the 1st Blood Wolves and this is Princess Lotus.” said the General.

OOC: Lotus = http://www.freewebs.com/thetransylvania/Lotus.JPG

General Adolph McKnight = http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/McKnight.jpg

Remiel looked at them, raising a cigarette to his lips, inhaling deeply before casting it to one side; his gaze cold as it regarded them almost distractedly.

"And I am happy to hold kingdoms in France. Very pleased at the work of my men; they have earned their victory, and paid with blood" He paused slightly, letting a soft chuckle escape his lips. "Blood Wolves; you do have a flair for the melodramatic, don't you? I am indeed Remiel De Drakan; Commander in Chief, named Warmaster of my fathers armies. Commanding officer of the 51st Highland Sabre's" He bowed lightly.

"It is my distinct pleasure to welcome you to Chronosian soil; I take you are here regarding the...Breaking point that looms from the Middle East; the bottle neck that seeks to starve us of our oil, hm?"

“The Blood Wolves were named a long time ago.” said General Adolph McKnight. “But they do take what they are called. Blood! Lots of it.”

“As of right now, Europe is control on two powerful empires. The Chronosian Imperium and the Dominion.” said Lotus. “My father was planning on invading the other part of Italy before this… problem show it ugly face.”

“He has send me to make sure, that the Chronosian Imperium and the Dominion stay allies.” said Lotus. “General, open the briefcase.” she commanded.

Without saying anything, General McKnight open the briefcase and show it to Remiel. Inside the case, sat a gold bar with a Nazi symbol at the bottom. “My men found one of the many underground safe that held the Nazi gold in Germany.” started the General. “Not going to tell you how much we found but it is a lot.”

“My father said to search the former territories of the Nazi Empire.” said Lotus. “Can we talk with your father?”

Remiel ran a finger thoughtfully across the engraved swastika, smirking slightly. "So come the spoils of war. Albeit tainted spoils; I will not have such filth in my sight. Any found shall be re-smelted, reconsecrated, marked in triumph with the Imperial Eagle."

He bowed lightly. "You may meet my father; in fact he is expecting you. A Car is waiting for you both; however, if you'll excuse me, I must leave you. I have..." He took sunglasses from his pocket; round rimmed, gleaming yellow, gold and black "...Business to take care of; duty calls, and all that."

The General shut the briefcase and waited for Lotus to head to the car. “Thank you, Remiel.” she said before heading to the car. After they got in, “Nice man.” said Lotus.

“And a powerful one at that, milady.” said General Adolph McKnight.

The Imperium has decided to raise oil prices in order to preserve economic stability within our country. It is our opinion that such a drastic descrease in oil price would rob us of potential wealth in the face of adversity. However, we are prepared to offer a special trade deal; whereby we shall sell oil to you at a rate of $40 dollars per barrel; while keeping out otherwise external rates stationary, provided you do not impose sanctions. We offer assurances that this problem shall soon...Wear itself out; or be dealt with.,

Yours,

Marcus De Drakan,
Emperor of the Chronosian Imperium

Dear Emperor Drakan:
Thank you for your willingness to fullfil our need for oil at a reasonable price - this will not be forgotten by us. Not only will we rescind any tarrifs on agricultural goods completely, we have directed that our department of agriculture grant you "favored nation" status and grant to you a right of first refusal on all agricultural trade contracts put out for bid by the department of agriculture.
Sincerely,
King Rox

OOC: Tommorow - King Rox's weekly intelligence briefing with General Ripper - stay tuned for potential war plans.

Uber-Top Secret:

To: Marcus De Drakan, Emperor of the Chronosian Imperium
From: Rick Kordo, Emperor of Kordo

Greetings to you, Emperor Drakan, from the Imperial House of Kordo! As you know, Kordo has been forced to dramatically raise its oil prices in order to preserve the Empire. However, Transylvania has decided to undercut these prices in a shameless and boneless attempt to undermine Kordo. This is not the work of a honorable nation, but of a coward and it will be met with force! Therefore brother Emperor, I call you to join me in battle and to defeat Transylvania once and for all. In exchange, I offer you a warriors bond to defend your nation as if it was my own and of course, all the oil you could wish. As to how its territory is devided up, let us leave that to the diplomats. For us, it is war!

Later, Jake Featherston IV issued a statement to the world:

"Leaders of the World:

The recent price war between the Transylvania, Kordo, and others is threatening the stability of the world. I urge all factions to put the brakes on this runaway disaster, before things get too hot."

SIC:

The RALM forces all over began mobilizing.....RSA/CES regulars began training and reporting to their stations. RALM militiamen began polishing their blades, and grabbing their AK's, M16s and whatnot, and going for paramilitary training. Things were going to get hot soon, everyone could sense it.

Meanwhile, a letter was sent to the Kordoese Government. Kimiko sensed that war was coming, no matter what was said. She didn't know of any advance plans, whatnot, but she offered her services anyway-

We feel that, in the event of war with the Transylvania, we could be of service.

Kimiko A Moua
Shogun
The Real ALM

Back in India, King Rox met with his military chief of staff and CEO of Mauiwowee's government owned military armament company, W.M.D., Inc. for his weekly intel. briefing. What Jack had to say was disturbing:

"Sire - the long and the short of it is that all intel. indicates war is imminent. Whether Transylvania will attack Kordo or Kordo will attack Transylvania first is something I can't predict. The price war is out of control though and intelligence reports via agents as well as via satellite imaging, communications monitoring and the observations by the crew of the space station Brisbane that massive troop movements are underway in Transylvania, Kordo, The Real ALM and Chronosia. For the time being, we have enough oil through our new contracts with Transylvania and Chronosia, but if all out war erupts, we can expect those shipments to be disurpted if not completely eliminated. We need to get ready to protect our own interests militarily and consider secure our own oil supply. Finally, I HIGHLY recommend civilian rationing. The last thing we want is the military to run short due to civilian consumption."

"I agree Jack, begin a full mobilizaion of the military, I'll give you word on deployment strenghts in the morning. I'll also announce a civilian rationing program publicly tommorrow as well. Now, go have a nice dinner on the palace budget, I've got some work to do."

"As do I sire, but I will take you up on the dinner first." and with that General Jack T. Ripper went to eat the last, calm steak dinner at a fine restaruant that he would have for quite a while. As he waited for his food he made a few calls from his cell phone. The people he spoke to and the exact words used differed from call to call, but the import was the same - "A war is coming, make ready." Except for ships specifically based in the American lands and Gulf, every naval vessel was recalled to India with the subs directed to surface at 0100 hours for 11 minutes every day for orders. and that was only before dinner.

He waited until after his dinner to make the final call - in person - to the home of Colonel Blade. Colonel Blade was the leader of Mauiwowee's newest super elite forces. On par with the elite Royal Guardsmen, Colonel's Blade's outfit, formally designated the "Rabbit Brigade" they were informal known as "Blade's Bunnies." Both names made people laugh - that was until they had their livers ripped out and shoved down their throats before they could blink. Blade's Bunnies had special training in domestic terrorism techniques and could prove valuable in what General Ripper saw shaping up into a huge conflict. He wanted to brief Colonel Blade in person.

Insignia of Blade's Bunnies
http://img240.imageshack.us/img240/4098/bladebunny1fe.jpg

We feel that, in the event of war with the Transylvania, we could be of service.

Kimiko A Moua
Shogun
The Real ALM

To: Shogun Kimiko A. Moua
From: Emperor Rick Kordo, Governor Ahmed Umar

Dear Shogun,

The Kordoan government is highly interested in your offer, and requests more information on the exact type of 'services' your government offers. We are looking for strong allies in this coming conflict, should it erupt and your offer intrigues us to say the least. I can assure you that you will be generously rewarded. Your offer of assistance will be remembered.

::: FADE IN :::
Good evening ladies and gentlemen Mauiwowee. This is Asus Norton, your IndiTV Live at 5 correspondent. In our top story tonight, in light of heightening tensions in the middle east and threats to oil supplies, King Rox announced today that he had placed a price freeze on gasoline and deisel in an effort to ensure there would be no gouging of the population. However, in connection with that price freeze, which fixed regular unleaded at a cost of $2.50/U.S. Gallon, he also announced a civilian rationing program. Each citizen has had an account established in their name with the Royal Mauiwowee bank and is being mailed a debit card which will draw on that account. The card may only be used for fuel purchases and will be credited, automatically, at the first of each month, with a sum equivalent to the purchase of 75 gallons of regular unleaded. Gasoline will NOT be sold unless it is charged to that debit card. To fund the program, the sum of $100/month will be withheld from all paychecks (similar to the old days when we paid an income tax prior to our enactment of the "fair tax" and a national sales tax and abolishment of the income tax.). Citizens are urged to pool their resources, use public transportation, set up car pools, etc. For the time being, the trucking industry is not being rationed, though studies on how to best accomplish this without undue damage to the economy should it be needed are underway. We'll be back with more after a word from our sponsors.

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To: Marcus De Drakan, Emperor of the Chronosian Imperium
From: Rick Kordo, Emperor of Kordo

Greetings to you, Emperor Drakan, from the Imperial House of Kordo! As you know, Kordo has been forced to dramatically raise its oil prices in order to preserve the Empire. However, Transylvania has decided to undercut these prices in a shameless and boneless attempt to undermine Kordo. This is not the work of a honorable nation, but of a coward and it will be met with force! Therefore brother Emperor, I call you to join me in battle and to defeat Transylvania once and for all. In exchange, I offer you a warriors bond to defend your nation as if it was my own and of course, all the oil you could wish. As to how its territory is devided up, let us leave that to the diplomats. For us, it is war!

To: Rick Kordo, Emperor of Kordo
From: Marcus De Drakan, Emperor of the Chronosian Imperium.

"You should truly do more research before you set forth your fetid terms. The Dominion and the Imperium have ever been allies; much has been gained through our cooperation; the Imperium has prospered, grown, triumphed. We shall not betray our soverign allies, anymore than you shall have a moral backbone. All details of these communications, are currently being transmitted to the Transylvanian Government. I trust, now that your plans are brazenly laid bear, that you shall be preparing for War. How we divide you; we shall leave to the diplomats. For the Imperium; now till time's ending, it is War."

To: Lord JWolf
From: Marcus De Drakan

"My dear friend; you see the depths and villainy of Kordo trickery. Prepare for war; ready your armies. We shall bring Kordo to it's knees in our glorious onslaught. I suggest an opening volley to cripple it utterly, and to send a message; bomb the oil fields. With Kordo removed from the scene; economically castrated; we can move in and secure the markets; while dismembering the upstart."

Meanwhile; the Car had finally arrived at the towering edifice of the Imperial Palace; great silk banners lining the walls; marked with the Imperial Eagle. Braziers burnt, alive with shifting, dancing flames; and upon a great throne of basalt and gold; platinum and precious jewels studding it; sat Marcus De Drakan, his great cloak drenched across his shoulders; hands gripping the arm rests, like some timeless Sphinx, guarding his mighty Empire.

"Hail and well met; sons and daughters of the Land Beyond the Forest, and welcome to Chronosia. I am the Emperor; Marcus." He bowed lightly. "And I welcome you to my home. I trust your trip was enjoyable?"

The Count got the message from Marcus De Drakan. A huge smile came across his lips. The cowards of Kordo were trying to take a huge and powerful ally away form the Dominion. He has already ordered bombers to be fuel and armed. They would stay in hangers until the time was right.

To: Marcus De Drakan
From: Count JWolf

Marcus, thanks for the head up. I know those idiots would try something like that. My daughter will tell you my plan. I want Kordo to act first and make them look like the bad guys to the whole world. Then I have my bombers start targeting their military bases.

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General Adolph McKnight got out of the car followed by Princess Lotus. Both of them followed a guard to the throne room. Then bowed to the Emperor.

“Yes, our trip was enjoyable.” said Lotus. “I’m Princess Lotus and this is General Adolph McKnight of the 1st Blood Wolves.”

“Has my father got in touch with you?” she asked.

The Emperor walked into the war chamber. With a swift movement he walked to his seat in the middle of the room without anyone noticing him.

Galen: "Report"

1 Star Gen: "Sir. I didn't see you come in..."

Galen: "I said give me a GODDAMN report!"

1 Star Gen: "Yes, Sir. Reports are that the price of oil has risen in many nations, while in others the price is dropping. We wouldn't be worried about this but it seems that this has caused military instability in the regions affected."

Galen: "So what exactly are you saying?"

1 Star Gen: "What i am saying, Sir, is that the region could explode and cause a full blown world war. There is something that needs to be done about this."

Galen then sighed and looked around. He then left the room and walked to his private office to contemplate his next move.

"Indeed he has; what he speaks of, is most, most interesting. I have decided to put my military on high alert. Transport ships; the Chronosian Imperial Navy and other vessels, are readied. The Chronosian Airforce stands ready to move; as do the Armed Forces; the Imperial Guard." He chuckled softly. "A fine conflict brews; one your father will doubtlessly take advantage of. But let him be reminded that we are not servants; I am his ally; aye, even his Equal."

He smirked slyly, rising; watching these two delegates. "As such, we shall be granted half of all the spoils. We are ready to move at the slightest provocation; and are more than ready to reshape the world; to tighten our grip. We are the superpowers of today; our enemies shall be the corpses of tomorrow. However, I trust there is more you wish to say; lest your father would not have sent you."

“Yes, my father know you and your army are not servant but true allies.” said the beautiful princess. “He knowx everything will be divide between our two great empires. Be it lands or slaves or money.”

“The Count has send his first daughter to be offer to one of your sons.” said the General. He took a small pause then moved on. “He said it would my our alliance more strong and united.”

“So, Emperor Marcus, what is your answer?” asked Lotus, who was over 3,000 years old.

"Such things, I think are best left till after our dark duty is done" Marcus chuckled softly. "I am certain thouhg, that once arranged; the bond between our empires would grow, and become something more. Together; who knows what we could accomplish; but now; I think our duty lies in silencing the upstart."

He rose, a dark and terrible juggernaut, looming over them from the high steps.

"Tell your father I am ready to move; and to make sure that the first moves blanket Kordo in a sea of flames. Stifle him, scorch the earth; and then; we shall feed..."

“My father will be happy that you are ready to move.” said Lotus. “The General and I will head back to the Dominion. Thank you for welcoming us in your empire.”

“In the words of my father, ‘May our enemy rot in Hell forever.” she said before bowing to Marcus. General McKnight bowed at the same time.

Then Lotus and the General head back towards the car that took them to the palace. Then back to the airport and they got on their plane. In minutes, they were heading back to the Dominion.

King Rox had been studying various materials for hours. He picked up the phone and punched in his personal assistant's number "Jamie - get me the leader of Rotovaria on the line ASAP."

Sergeant Osama Hasan checked the GPS locator again. On patrol in the middle of the desert without a GPS transmitter was bad enough, but with radio silence strictly order in order to limit Transylvanian intelligence gathering, they couldn’t even ask their CC if they were still reading the patrol car’s signal. He sighed. If his calculations were right, assuming they noticed the GPS failure a few minutes after it occurred, they should be well within Kordoan territory, but….

“Sir! Visual contact with a Transylvanian patrol, one klick out!” yelled one of his men.

Osama swore. “Are they in Kordoan territory?”

The private that first spotted the patrol shrugged. “Assuming we are where we think, they should be well within our border. Orders sir?”

Osama swore again. “Alright, prepare the grenade launcher and the machine gun for combat, and get ready to radio the CC as soon as we take care of these bastards.”

He took over the wheel and maneuvered behind a sand dune near where the enemy patrol was heading. “Arm weapons…..fire!” he ordered as the patrol came into range, by some miracle never seeing their Kordoan counterpart.

Within the first few seconds it was over, the Transylvanian patrol had never seen it coming. Osama radioed back to headquarters, by now confident that he had stropped a surprise attack by the traitorous Transylvanian army.

The Kordoan squad did not stop a surprise attack on their nation. They just invade the Kordo-Dominion border of Iraq and Syria. They did not kill a Dominion soldiers; they killed a border guard unit guarding their own border. This Kordoan squad has just started a war that will become bigger then World War II.

After not getting a radio reports for the border guards, a message was sent to the Dominion Command center located in underground bunker in northern Romania. Major Victor Storm (http://www.geocities.com/fabrizioguadeli2/ray_park.jpg), the leader of the 18th Storm's Demons (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/18th.jpg) and commander of the Dominion Middle East armies, sent that telegram and ordered a team to head to the last location of the border guards.

A team of 50 Demons (Dominion Soldier) were heading toward that location in a convoy of HMMWVs and four AH-6J Little Birds as air support. Each soldier was armed with an AR-22 heavy assault rifle, a Super-Nova shotgun, and a PHX Hi-Power 10mm pistol. Each soldiers was in a set of Transylvanian Body Armor in the color medium weak blue.

All 500,000 soldiers of the 18th Storm's Demons, the 32nd Steel's Bears (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/32nd.jpg) the 48th Savage's Warriors (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/48th.jpg) and the 49th Hidden Howlers (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/49th.jpg) were stationed in the Dominion Middle East territories. They were stationed in military base located near cities in the Middle East territories. A total of 400 military bases littered the Middle East territories, each housing 5,000 soldiers. A mix of soldiers from the four units.

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Up in the Dominion European territories, the bombers were being ready to move to the runways at any time. If the 50 Demons find the border guards alive, they would back down. But…

If they find them dead and find the enemy, the bombers will enter the air.

:: Ring :: Ring :: Ring ::

"Hello :: in a sleepy voice :: what is it?"

"Sire, sorry to wake you" said General Ripper "You need to know though that there has been an incident on the Iraq/Syria border and Transylvania apears to be fully mobilized and headed for Kordo."

"Damn - Well, you know what to do Jack" said King Rox

"Yes sire, again, I'm sorry to wake you sire, but I felt it important to let you know it had begun and make sure you still agreed before I mobilized the navy."

"You have my blessing Jack, seal the Persian Gulf off - If it's not Transylvanian or Chronosian, they don't enter or leave the Persian Gulf."

"Yes sire, I understand, the carrier Black Queen with her support ships is already underway and should be in position to start the blockade within 12 hours. The other carrier groups assigned to operation "Hormuz" will be in position within 72 hours. You should know to sire, we've managed to get 3 subs in the Persian Gulf. They should be of help, but I fear they may be trapped there."

"that may be Jack, but that's what they train for. I trust though they are complying with directives?"

"Yes sire - they lie still and quiet all day in positions that vary onlly by a little and surface at 1:00 a.m. to broadcast and receive, as per orders."

"Good, at their next surface let them know we seem to have war and tell them operation Hormuz is in effect. They'll know what to do."

"Yes sire, will do."

"I know you will Jack. Meet me in my office at 0900."

"I'll see you then."

King Rox then settled back down for a few more hours sleep. He had done all he could for the moment. It was now up to the Navy. He'd deal with the Americas in the morning. As he drifted off he thought "I hope Jack can get some rest."

Up in the Dominion European territories, the bombers were being ready to move to the runways at any time. If the 50 Demons find the border guards alive, they would back down. But…

If they find them dead and find the enemy, the bombers will enter the air.

Ahmed crumpled up the report and through it in the floor. “Damnit, this better be a sick joke General!” he warned.

General Mark O’Brien shook his head. “I’m afraid not sir. Three hour ago one of our patrols reported in saying they engaged and destroyed a Transylvanian patrol that had entered Kordoan territory. While satellite imagery shows no major movements of troops towards the border, we have seen an increase in activity since the attack. We believe the patrol was scouting any ground positions in preparation for an attack. I suggest we go to full alert and prepare our ground and air defense forces. I suggest concentrating ground forces on the Middle Eastern territory, while keeping the bulk of our naval and aerial forces on the defensive.”

Ahmed rubbed his eyes. “Very well, carry out the operation as you see fit. I’ll tell the Emperor.”

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Across the desert, the army was mobilized. It was massing for its first major battle since the rebellion and it planned to win with overwhelming force. With the 1st and 2nd Royal Guard Divisions participating, they could hardly expect less.

ooc: extremly sorry for the delay

The 50 Demons found the border guards, all shot to hell and back. But they didn’t find the ones who did the attack.

“They are dead.” said Major Victor Storm on the radio with Dominion Command center.

In minutes, the whole Dominion Middle Eastern army was preparing for war. All 2,000,000 Dominion soldiers were headings towards the Kordo-Dominion border. By the time they made it there, the bombers would have dropped their payload.

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Up in the Dominion European territories, the bombers were entering the air. 150 B-9 Vexore bombers were entering the air, each armed with 70 MK79 1000lb Napalm bombs. They would hit the military bases in Kordo’s Middle Eastern territories. But they would not be the only Dominion planes heading towards Kordo’s Middle Eastern territories.

200 F-14D Tomcat multi-role strike fighters would fly with the bombers; they would protect the bombers like a mother protecting her child. Each one is armed with 6 AIM-7 Sparrow missiles.

OOC: As the Real ALM (Sorry for the crap post, just trying to stay in)-

IC:

Kimiko got the reply back, and she then wired this cable back to the Kordoans....

"Very well. My Tokko Mercenaries are ready for war..."

Meanwhile, Jake Featherston noticed the movements of the Middle Eastern forces. He decided to begin preparing forces to move out soon from the RSA, and he had Harold McCall begin moving troops in Africa, preparing for moving out as well.

::: On the Mauiwowee Submarine, Kraken in the Gulf of Oman :::

"Sir - sonar has picked up a Kordoian oil tanker exiting the straights of Hormuz and headed to the open ocean."

"Captain, are you sure about this?" said the XO

"No commander, I'm not sure, but king Rox is and General Ripper is, and that is who I take orders from."

"I understand captain, I just question the neccesity of our involvment in this war."

"So do I commander, but if the chain of command is subject to being broken because someone "questions" the validity of a command, then why even have a military. - Weapons, make ready."

"Sir, yes sir" replied the weapons officer

"I'll back you up captain, you know that" said the XO "I just wanted to ensure we were together."

"I know commander, understood - Weapons, I want 4 standard torps - save the super-cav ones for later - headed at that tanker. As soon as we know they are away, helm, I want to dive to 1,500 feet with a South east heading at 15 knots for 10 minutes then implement the "dead calm" protocol."

With that, four Mk-48 ADCAP torpedoes swam at their full 34 mph speed toward the Kordoian oil tanker ship as the sub that fired them slipped silently down into the inky depths and away from detection and identification. The naval part of the conflict had begun.
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OOC: Kordo, its up to you to say what happens, though an oil tanker wouldn't have much chance at dodging 4 ADCAP torps. My goal with this post is to "stir up" the war with an oil tanker being heavily damaged or sunk, with no one being really quite sure who in fact is responsible. That way, anyone and everyone can blame anybody and everybody. As much as the border attack, this can serve to accellerate a world war.

In minutes, the whole Dominion Middle Eastern army was preparing for war. All 2,000,000 Dominion soldiers were headings towards the Kordo-Dominion border. By the time they made it there, the bombers would have dropped their payload.

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Up in the Dominion European territories, the bombers were entering the air. 150 B-9 Vexore bombers were entering the air, each armed with 70 MK79 1000lb Napalm bombs. They would hit the military bases in Kordo’s Middle Eastern territories. But they would not be the only Dominion planes heading towards Kordo’s Middle Eastern territories.

200 F-14D Tomcat multi-role strike fighters would fly with the bombers; they would protect the bombers like a mother protecting her child. Each one is armed with 6 AIM-7 Sparrow missiles.

Seemingly all at once, Kordo's air-defense system picked up the enemy. Within minutes what fighters were available were scrambled and in the air. The F-22’s and F-35’s that made up the bulk of the Colonial Air Force quickly headed towards the massive enemy formations, concentrating on the bomber formations first, quite aware that their Air Force lacked sufficient bombers to reply in kind. What the Kordoan Colonial Air Force lacked in numbers, they more than made up for in superior tactics and equipment.

Meanwhile, Operation Muad’Dib began on the ground, with the Colonial Army, nearly 3,000,000 men in all began heading towards Transylvanian border. When war broke out, the world would see the largest land battle ever imagined.

The bomber armed their counter measures and were ready to use them at any time. Each one had 128 RR-129A/AL Chaff Countermeasure flares and 36 MJU-51/B Advanced Infrared Flares. But these bombers were only one third of the Dominion bomber units. So if they failed, it would not be a huge loss.

The 200 F-14D Tomcat multi-role strike fighters were in front of the bombers, so the enemy planes would have to engage them first. 100 of the F-14Ds took off flying at the enemy planes, the other half would stay around the bombers.

“Arming missile one…targeting…firing…” said the lead pilot to the other 99 F-14Ds. 100 AIM-7 Sparrow missiles were heading towards the enemy planes. The air battle has begun and many people were going to die before it was over.

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The Dominion Middle Eastern army was sitting about 100 miles away from the Kordo-Dominion border. Thousands of HMMWVs, M270 MLRS self-propelled loader/launchers, M730A2 guided missile equipment carrier, M60A3 Patton battle tanks, M109A6 Paladin self-propelled howitzers, T-1 Scorpion tanks, HEMTTs and M-939A2 5-TON trucks sat with this army.

A-4X Skyhawk II ground support planes, A-17 Warhawk II ground support planes, and A-10 Thunderbolt II ground support planes sat on near by airfields, which were guarded by AA guns and SAM sites.

The people who lived near the border were ordered to leave the area. Cars, trucks, and vans were in huge numbers heading out of the area. They were heading towards Turkey and then would head to the European territories.

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150 B-9 Vexore bombers, the last of the B-9s, were being loaded with the same type payload as the first B-9s. All of the F/A-18SJ Ultra Hornets were being prepared, too. A total of 400 F/A-18SJ Ultra Hornets were being fueled and armed. Each Ultra Hornets would be armed with 8 AIM-9X Sidewinder Air-to-Air missiles.

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