NationStates Jolt Archive

Christendom,Jagada

The clamor in streets startled the citizens of Christendom. The sight Armored Personel Carriers (APCs), and roar halftrack motors was very unusal to the city. Though in a calming, almost distrubing manner, the citizens kept about their business. Their nation was changing, violently, and it was best if they stayed out. The collum of vechiles stormed down the highways towards the Morality Party Headquarters. Words of Broderick's denouncments of Norris' and his taking over the Morality Party had been noticed by the State, and now with no party backing him, Norris' claim to leader was dissolving beneath his feet.

In an armored car behind the collum was Colonel Malone, whom in the last few weeks had quickly become known as the enforcer of Norris. His green eyes stared forward, looking only at the building. Broderick shouldn't know of their arrival, nor should he expect the tactics that were be implored against him. Though Malone couldn't be too careful, thats why he decided to come in such a blunt fashion. The sound of roaters forced him to look up to see the troop transport helicopters above him. The Morality Party Headquarters was tall to say the least, on the top was a door. Malone intended to land troops there and attack from both above and below Broderick. If he had any weapons, which was doubtful, he would have to divide his militia so much that the troops would smash threw their lines with little difficulty.

About fifty yards from the building the collum stopped, and the troops poured out in an organized fashion. This would be the first time many of them would see combat. Malone's armored car eventually stopped as well. He walked up to seargants organizing their men. The head commander, below Malone of coarse, a Seargant Ricky saluted Malone.

"Seargant, the plan remains the same, advance from the first story up, story by story, terminate any hostiles, except Broderick. Keep advancing until you connect with the special forces coming from the roof. Understood?" stated Malone. The seargant gave a firm "Yes sir!" before turning around and starting to shout out orders.

The assault began. The troops on the ground began their assault by basically rushing towards the main doors from three different angles. All three groups stopped about twenty yards from the door when one of the troops, armed with a missile launcher, went to one knee and took careful aim. Suddenly a missile flung out of the tube and slammed straight into the doors. Threw the smokes, two of the three groups of troops entered the first floor. And immiedately a fire-fight broke out. Appearntly Broderick wasn't so surprised. The militia had only hunting rifles and handguns but they proved a challange nonetheless, not to mention the occational shotgun blast that would pick off a careless trooper. Yet with the assistance of a heavy machinegun, a few gernades, and brutal tactics the troops sweeped the first floor clean of resistance. They immiedately began to head up to the second story. It was the same thing, militia forces with handguns and hunting rifles shot off rounds at the troops. Again, the troops experiance and better weaponry proved to win the engagement. Each floor was like this, all seven of them. Until eventually they met up with Special Forces whom appeared to be missing about a third of their original forces, which was surprising. There was only one door left, and it showed signs of fortification. With the assistance of explosives the door was blown off its hindges.

Some eager troops rushed in and immiedately screamed in agony has they were cut down with what sounded like automatic fire, and not just from one gun, but many. The Special Forces and the Storm Troopers both grabbed gernades and rolled them into the room. Three in all. The explosions rocked the building itself and the sound of screams and shattering glass filled the air. Again, with smoke billowing out of the room the troops advanced into the room. This time they made sure anyone who could use a gun was killed before he could reach it. Save Broderick whom was laying against a wall, with his suit covered in blood. A Special Forces medic walked over to the man and looked at him.

"He'll live easily, just some shrapnel," he stated.

Confirming that he would be suitable for movement, both the Storm Trooper and Special Forces commanders ordered for him to be moved. They evenutally got him out into the streets, where now with all the explosions and gunfire a crowd had formed. Malone appearntly was enjoying the attention, a perfect time to get his face on television. Broderick was drug, by his feet to Malone.

"Get him on his knees," stated the colonel with a rock solid face.

The troops got Broderick to his knees. Malone pulled out his sidearm and aimed at Broderick.

"By order of Highest Minister Hunter Norris you Broderick Anthony, are to be executed for treason. May God find some place for your soul," he stated loud enough for everyone to hear.

With that a shot rang out, and blood covered the ground a good feet around Broderick. He fell backwards, then sidewards onto the ground. He was, not surprisingly, dead.

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Location unknown,Jagada

Remington Pierce sat in the quietness of his surrondings. He knew it wasn't truly quiet, the room was bustingly with commotion, but he found it peaceful. He found it such a way simply because they were rushing around for him. He, is, the decendant of Lord Jagada. He honestly believed that, all the records he'd found about his family all led back to Lord Jagada. Now with the decision of either a Theocratic Dictatorship or an Empire resting on the shoulders of the people, he knew his chances of success were growing everyday. Amoung the crowd of people he noticed a man coming towards him, this man was no just another lacky doing his bidding, this man was one who demanded respect, even from Remington. This was Air Marshall Hughes, technically still apart of the State and a public supporter of Norris. Though he had long since joined the ranks of Remington's secret rebels.

"Sir, we have news from Christendom," stated Hughes.

"Oh?" said Remington already interested.

"Appearntly, Norris has taken out all the stops. He attacke the Morality Party building, using the Special Forces and newly formed Storm Troopers, and executed Broderick. The new leader of the Morality Party. Already the majority of the Morality Party have declared their support of Hunter Norris, many are believed to be doing so out of fear," stated Hughes.

For a moment, just a moment, Remington thought about how annoying it was that Hughes had the only social quirk that stomped on his nerves, the quirk of giving too much detail. Leaving that thought on the back burner he focused on reality. Now would be a perfect time to strike, while he had no love for Broderick, whom he didn't even now. It was the timing of a rebellion that mattered. Seeing such an injustice occur, then seeing a hero rushing in to prevent more injustices would surely sway the masses to his side.

"I agree, inform all our operatives to begin their operation," stated Remington.

The call went out all across Jagada. Insurgents, whom for the last decade has infiltrated major cities across Jagada, suddenly opened up in rebellion. Ambushes, attackes on military and police forces, RPG raids, and even execution of government offical occured all across Jagada, espically in Christendom where part of the city was on fire after an RPG struck and oil refinery. The violence was widespread. The death toll was rising. And the government was having an extremely hard time gaining control.

Upon hearing that Operation: Tiger had commenced Remington smirked, "Your move Norris."

"How can we get involved?" asked President Elsa Berger, "We always need new friends"

"We can deploy the 1st SCAR, they've been waiting for an action like this," replied General Saltzman, "If we put them in first, they can pave the way for regular forces and make it a lot easier for us to help wrestle control."

"All right, do it," ordered the President, "But make contact with Remington with an Intelligence Agent first, I want to know that he wants our help."

"Yes, Ma'am."

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OOC: I'm taking a few liberties here, I hope it's okay.

IC:

The rugged Chenowith buggy sped through the trails in the forest and came to a stop. Randall Lang, an agent for the Aequatian Intelligence Service, shut off the engine and climbed out of the unarmed vehicle's driver seat, he was dressed in a civilian outfit of a loose cotten shirt and cargo shorts, his sidearm and knife hung low on his leather belt.

He reached into the cargo compartment of the vehicle and took out a bottle of water to drink before he set it down on the ground and aimed his Colt M1991 pistol from where he heard rustling in the underbrush, "Come on out, I heard you over the engine when I pulled up!" he shouted as he lowered his pistol. A group of men stood from the bush, pieces of camouflage stuck to their field caps and one holding the launch tube for an old RPG-7 and wearing a rucksack stuffed with the grenades, "If you're fighting for Remington, then I've come to the right place."

*On route to Wukong Military Base Potty 5*
A convoy of 5 ton truck rolled down the street. Rays of sunlight shot through the canopy of leaves hitting the troops in the back of the trucks. As the trucks approached a fork in the road it began to rain. The convoy took a left, and headed for Wukong Military Base.

*Wukong Military Base, Potty 5*
Commandant Obnus Rajio Jr glanced out his office window. He then opens a desk draw and took out a porcelain bottle of potato wine and poured it into a small cup. He proceeded to drink it and feared that the upcoming mission would be rather difficult as he did not know what he was preparing for.

*The Imperial Palace, The Imperial City, Monkey 13 City [yesterday]*
The Emperor Fat Monkey 13 sits in one of the many rooms in one of his magnificent palaces, facing away from one of his ministers, who is standing at attention. The Emperor turns his chair and reaches to his desk for his glasses. The emperor, obvious of advanced age, puts the glasses on and picks up a paper.

The minister interrupts saying: "My Emperor, did you not send for me?"
He then gets on his knees and bows touching his head to the ground.

"I did" says the emperor, "I... have a special mission... that I think your son can help me with"

The minister, sitting on his feet says "What do you mean?"

"General Rajio, you were after all a general, your sons followed you as military officers... Obnus Jr. is not he 1st Commandant of the Airborne Infantry Imperial Guards... he is"
The Emperor picked up a cloth and wiped a bead sweat from his bald head.
"And I would like to inform him that he should prepare his men for long range recon"

General Rajio said in a soft voice "may i know where"

The emperor smiled put his free hand to his face and stroked his thin beard "not here... not in my lands…"

The man with the RPG-7 kept it at a ready position, but clearly wasn't planning on using it. At least not if he wasn't forced to. He stayed quiet for about a minute, trying to figure if this was a spy from Norris. That thought vanished after he remebered Norris didn't even knew they existed...well for the next two hours anyway.

"I'm assuming you're either from York, or some other group. So stay in front of me and nothing will happen to you," stated the RPG-7 soldier.

With that Randall walked in front of the soldier, whom kept his weapon ever so ominiously aimed somewhere around Randall. After going threw the woods, and about another half mile up the base of a mountain, two metallic doors are found. The soldier walks up and knocks on the door. There is only silence. The RPG-7 soldier suddenly does something that Randall cannot make out, but it obviously involves tapping the door. The door suddenly swings open and they are greeted by ten men with assault rifles aimed at them. Though once they realize whom it is, they allow them to pass.

The soldier, now accompanied by three more men escort Randall to another room. Inside a skinny man with glasses, though with a face that looks like he'd been threw many conflicts sat at a table reviewing what appears to be maps.

The soldier with the RPG-7 salutes. The skinny soldier now notices they've walked in and also stands up.

"Lieutenant Colonel Wallar, I have brought with me a man whom is here to support our cause," stated the RPG soldier.

"You brought a potential spy. Norris is crafty, this man could not only be a spy, but an assassin here to kill our Lord Remington," stated Wallar. Its immiedately obvious Wallar is a fanatical supporter of Remington.

Wallar walks over to the suspected spy.

"If you want to speak with Remington, or even make it out of here alive. You'd better give me some briefing into why you're here and where you came from. You've got five minutes," stated Wallar. It then becomes obvious Wallar is a paranoid man.

[OOC: Sorry if thats taking too much control of your character...I wanted to skip the extra posts it would take for my soldier and you guy to realize they're not here to kill each other. If it is taking too much, just start from where you would like and just use my post as what will happen in the future. If its not, then even better.]

To: Hunter Norris
From: Nycton Foreign Affairs & Diplomacy Ministry

Greetings from the Constitutional Imperium of Nycton! Your nation has been abuzz recently. Much of the top cabinet members and Imperator Valteen ii himself have distressed concern in your ability to hold your nation, ecspecially on this brink of civil war. From the time you have been elected, you have lead your nation to make it greater than it ever has before. This is why we choose to support you cause. Imperator Valteen II has confirmed that he plans to send military involvment to your region. We are sending a total of 3 million Ak-101's(Basically a modernized Ak-47, synthetic black and fires 5.56x45) to your nation. We will also be sending tens of billions of rounds of the 5.56x45 round. All of these weapons and ammo has sat in arctic underground bunkers no less than a year, and have never been fired. Thousands of crates of medicals supplies, food, bottled water, sleeping bags, tints, batteries, etc.
We would also like to help rewrite the Jagada constitution. It will present you with all the control of the nation you seek, with democratic tendancies to keep your nation free loving. Support is on the way. May the Constitutional Imperium of Jagada rise! Strength and Honor be with you.

Ten Marine Legions loaded onto infantry and cargo carrying ships. The Cargo ships were being escored by the 2nd Grand Fleet. It contained almost 400 combatant ships. The flagship of this mighty fleet was one of the most feared weapons in the world, the NNS Scipii, the 2nd Super Dreadnought of Nycton. Out of the 100,000 troops, 30,000 belonged to Armour Legions. The rest were fast moving infantry legions known as Mechanized Legions. They were due to land on port within 12 Real Life Hours.

Imperator Valteen II sat in his conferance room with his Grand Field marshal, totally zoned out. He starred at a lamp overhead and watched as a fly foolishy keep flying into it.
"Do you think so Sir?" Flashing the Imperator out of own world.
"Uh uh...No..." Said the young leader back.
"This should not be along war. I don't plan on a long drawn out conflict with an organized army. I don't even see much guerilla warfare happening. The fact is, the Jagadan military and law enforcment is already taking care of all that is to be taking care of. Our 10 legions are in no danger. Plus your personal favorite Legion is in the expeditionary force. The "Blue Eagle" 1st Machanized Legion. You DO know they have had military experience in every Nycton conflict since Donathon is ousted out. They were even the force you commanded personally when you entered Donathon's Palace. We shall not fail."
"I suppose your right..." Surprised at Grand Field Marshal's speech, because he had had no idea what he had answered to earlier.
"We must think ahead though. Once this resistance is gone, what are the exact plans of Norris and Jagada?" Asked Greninger.
"Well, this is only between me and you, but when the war is at it's peak, we shall have a excuse to send much more troops than are obviously needed. When war is almost over, the coup'de tat will begin. No other soul should get wind of any of this...."

Jonathan Roman, the new minister of foreign affairs, reviewed the days events in his office. He still had at least three hours before anything major would start happening. His concentration was slightly broken by the roar of an explosion occuring out on the streets below. He glanced out the window to see four or five, he couldn't really tell, insurgents firing with assault rifles down the road. Jonathan looked farther down the streets to see about twenty or thirty police officers in full body armor coming out of a some smoke, armed with heavy assault rifles themselves, and even one appeared to be carrying a heavy machinegun. They opened up on the insurgents. Due to the hail of bullets the insurgents, and about three or four innocent people collapsed to the ground riddled with bullets. Jonathan shook his head, he knew violence wasn't anything uncommon to Jagadians, but still see people die was no pretty sight.

He then focused his attention back on the newspaper events. Even the newspaper held no good news, the fire that had erupted in the southern section of Christendom hadn't been put out yet, and was spreading rapidly. Only after reading that did Jonathan pick up the hint of smoke in the air that he'd gotten use to for so long. Another diplomatic personel entered the room without knocking. He walked quickly towards Jonathan. Jonathan opend a drawer next to his desk and had his hand on his pistol hidden in the drawer when the personel suddenly saluted.

"I apologize for the interruption sir, but we have recently received information from a...um...Constitutional Imperium of Nycton, yes I believe thats what they call themselves," he stated in an extremely deep voice.

Jonathan signaled for him to drop the manilla folder on his desk. After doing so the deep voiced man quickly left. Jonathan opened the manilla folder and read the message from Nycton. He sighed, now he would have to give this to Norris. Though, not surprisingly Norris would find this mostly good news. With international regonization and material support for his leadership would show the people he was legimate.

He got up and made his way to his car out in front of the building. While getting in he noticed it had several bullet holes in the back windshield. Not suprising, but still annoying. He simply sighed and made his way towards Norris' palace. The Highest Minister would be please.

[OOC: Nycton, consider Norris already getting the message and excepting.]

/This does not take off where the previous one ended/
*Airstrip 3. Wukong Military Base, Potty 5*
Commandant Rajio stood in front of his 46 of his men in their newly issued Forest Jagada camouflage uniforms. Though now he had an idea of where they were going, he only had six hours to brief the men on the situation. The men where to seek out and find someone to lead them to the descendant of Remington Pierce and find out what could be done to help him. The 46 man group would be divided into two 23 man groups. Each 23 man group would consist of 7 machine gunners, 7 machine gunners’ assistants, 5 anti-armor infantry, 2 radio operators, a squad commander, and an assistant squad commander.

What made things worse for Rajio was that now was the first time his 46 best men were meeting the “Regular” team.

In addition a super elite “Regular” team would be on the mission. Rajio had never seen a “Regular” team. “Regular” team consisted of 23 volunteers from the public, who all displayed exceptional martial abilities. Potty 5 has only 10 “Regular” teams. The “Regular” team was not there for their combat prowess but rather because they were much better at interacting with people then the normal grunts.

Ever member of the regular teem selected their own gear and was wearing civilian clothing but hey were just as well put together as any other military group and all had proven their loyalty to the Emperor.

Rajio, his men, and the “Regular” team got on to the transport plane. Rajio’s would have until the jump to brief his men on what he assumed the “Regular” team already knew

OoC: Sorry if there are any errors I am being rushed

Location Unknown,Jagada

The days were long, longer than before. A decade ago, these days were quick, almost a blur as events rushed before them. Now things were slow. SAG, or the Society Against God, a decade ago could have roamed the country at freedom and done all they could to halt the spread of religion. Yet now they were crippled, due to the brutal measures used by Hunter Norris a decade ago to crush their acitivties. This worked marevelously as now the organization was reduced to thirty percent manpower with almost all its credit gone. Not even in the light of recent events did their popularity raised. Even the Atheists of Jagada turned a blind eye to the now unimportant organization. At least thats how it seemed to Maxwell Morrison, current leader of SAG.

The country was changing, the Commonwealth which it once stood for was long since gone. It was now merely a choice of which dictatorship would take power: Norris, or Remington? While Norris only knew of Remington's public claim, Maxwell had known about Remington for years. With SAG crippled and not to wage their war against God anymore, they resorted to imformation gathering and selling, which had made their small organization a good deal of money. He sighed and could feel his stomach turned, no matter who won this war it would be the end of SAG for good. If Norris won, then his methods would continue and eventually the remaining loyal men would get sick of hiding and make a mistake, Norris would exploit it and the organization would be silenced forever. If Remington won, what better way to implore the population to support you by killing off an old enemy? Maxwell had no intentions of trying to exploit the imminant civil war, it would prove no use. His concerntration now was seeing which one would cut the organization more slack and give it time to dissolve peacefully and without blood. There was no need for a dying beast to give one last fight.

Maxwell put his hand on his face, feeling the stress build up. The sound of boots clicking together got Maxwell's attention. He removed his hand to see a another SAG member saluting him.

"What is it?" asked Maxwell dryly.

"Sir, you have a visitor," stated the soldier.

Maxwell's eye widened, a visitor (one that wasn't trying to kill them) hadn't been around in years. He stood to his feet, still a bit skeptical.

"Who is it?" asked Maxwell.

"He claims to be with Remington, sir," said the soldier.

"Fool! He could be a spy to lead the others here!" shouted Maxwell.

"No sir, we've sweeped the area at least four or five times before we confronted him. Absolutely no sign of anyone," said the soldier.

He knew that it didn't really matter, if Remington killed them now or later wouldn't matter, it was going to happen.

"Fine, bring him here," stated Maxwell.

The soldier left and soon he returned with a man looking like a professional soldier, and with about ten SAG soldiers surronding him, all having their rifles aimed at him.

"So, my men tell me your from Remington. What do you want?" asked Maxwell bluntly.

The soldier chuckled, "Well I have come here to make you and offer from Remington himself."

Maxwell wasn't surprised, it was more than likely an invitation to surrender now. That was out of the question, surrender was the same as voluntarily requesting execution. Maxwell simply waved for the soldier to go on.

"Lord Remington has nothing against your cause. As a matter of fact, he is considering dissolving religion upon being placed on the throne," said the soldier.

Maxwell laughed out loud, "Really now, I was under the impression Remington wanted to keep his throne. Your statement seems opposite of that."

"Lord Remington is the decendant of Lord Jagada himself, once this civil war is over he hopes to slowly dissolve religion. The people will obey, for the military will be loyal."

"Assuming your right. What does this have to do with SAG?"

"If you swear your loyalty to Lord Remington then you secure your life and your organization has becoming the secret police to enforce the supression of religion."

Maxwell was interested now; if Remington played his cards right he may just be able to pull it off. Or at least drop it to a point where a secret police force, like SAG, could fully surpress it.

"How do I know this isn't some scheme to execute us?"

"You don't. But its either this or decline the option and be guaranteed of death upon Remington's taking the throne." said the soldier.

Maxwell didn't like the odds, they were horrible no matter how you looked at it. Though the former of the two seemed the best one to take.

"Fine. On one condition!"

"What?"

"We work alone, without revealing our location to Remington. He sends us orders and we'll get them done. Alright? We also expect a lot of weapons and supplies. It hard to fight Legionarie Tanks with hunting rifles."

The soldier laughed again, "Very true, consider those on their way."

Maxwell watched as the soldier was escorted out. An unholy alliance had been formed. Prehaps there was a slightly sign of hope for SAG. Albiet...just a little.

OOC: Nah, I don't mind at all, it's good when we can cut through the boring and obvious posts.

IC:

Lang let out a heavy sigh, "Pure amateurs," he thought before speaking, "My name is Randy, I'm an Aequatian agent who was sent to this damned country to make contact with Remington on behalf of my President, Elsa Berger, and inform you of our nation's pledge of support to your cause. They don't want to commit until we know that our help is really wanted." He sat back and lit a cigarette, "Once I've met with Remington, I'm to contact back to my government so they can deploy the 1st Special Combat Applications Regiment and we can initiate proper operations."

Wallar adjusted his glasses. This was obviously a sign of some sort as a man nearby a computer began to type at an quick pace. He stared the screen for a moment, when suddenly he gave a sigh of relief.

"Yes Lieutenant Colonel. Aequatio seems to be in our records. Though our records on them are old and seem outdated. Our record are after all stol-"

"Silence!" shouted Wallar. Obviously he didn't want you to hear the last part, "Very well, agent. Follow me. Oh and by the way, I'm allergic to cigarette smoke so unless you want my men to deal with it, get rid of it." It also seems Wallar doesn't care who you are, you could be the Lord Jesus Christ, and he would tell you the same thing.

After Lang took care of his cigarette, he followed Wallar threw the complex. At least four or five troops walked behind Lang. Security was tight. The group suddenly entered the room where there was a red-green phone on the desk. The phone had a video screen on it. Wallar pressed some buttons on the phone with back to you, and in position so that he made sure you couldn't what he pushed.

"Yes, this is Wallar. Get me Lord Remington," said Wallar. He stood quiet for a few more seconds.

"Yes Lord Remington. A thousand pardons for distrubing you sire, though appearntly we have a foreign 'diplomat' who'd like to speak with you. Shall I simply execute him or do you really want to hear what he has to say. Cause if you don't I will sho-" said Wallar before being cut off.

He turns and looks in anger at Lang before extending his arm out to offer him the phone.

"You won't get a person-to-person meeting. This is the best you'll get. It has a video screen so you can assured its him."

"I'm sure that'll suffice for what I have planned," said the agent as he produced a piece of paper from his tacitcal vest with the large eagle seal of the Aequatian President's office, on it was a written declaration of what the government planned to do to support Remington's claim. It was a simple deal, Remington allows the Aequatian forces in, they help him take control and become the proper authority within Jagada and they are allowed to deploy forward elements within Jagada for operations around the world. "Quid pro quo" and nothing else, "I wanted a meeting in person so I could give this to him, but now that I see that won't be... then perhaps one of you lackies could run it to him or send it off in a fax?"

Randy hated this politics bullshit, he was a former Pathfinder for the Aequatian Army 1st Airborne Division and much prefered that, "At least things were straight forward then. None of this jumping through hoops crap." he thought as the paper was handed off to the soldiers around him. He was "volunteered" for this work after the spooks saw his work on a squad of infantry in a warzone. He had killed eight men since they were in a perfect firing position on the airborne's landing zone, since they had already killed his entire fireteam as they landed. The Intelligence people were nice enough to pull him from combat duties and to serve out the rest if his service to his country by running around foreign countries making backroom deals.

Wallar growled has the soldier attempted to hand them to paper. Wallar spoke a few words into the phone and then ordered the soldier to fax the message to Remington. Wallar, again, made sure you didn't see the prodcedure by heaving his technical officers crowd around the fax machine--which wasn't all that modern.

A few minutes passed by on the phone before Walla suddenly re-extended the phone to Lang.

"He wants to speak with you," stated Wallar.

After Lang picked up the phone, he didn't have a chance to speak when Remington suddenly spoke up.

"Mr. Randy is it? I am Remington Pierce, I've read the offer of your government, I have agreed to the assistance of the conditions set upon this agreement. Inform your government that I will take any assist they can give," said Remington in a firm voice.

After Lang replies, you noticed that Wallar is grinding his teeth behind you. Appearntly he too read the paper, and didn't like the 'conditions', but it was obvious he wasn't going to do anything.

Genisis,Jagada

Another bead of sweat rolled down York's face. The prisons in Jagada were anything but air conditioned. He now knew what it felt like be to sentenced here, and it forced him to recap all the men he'd sent here for whatever reasons. Though his mind wasn't focusing on those matters, but rather on the smoke billowing out of Genisis city. His prison was located just outside the city limits, but was still close enough to see smoke. He'd heard some guards mumbling something about a revolution was occuring. York couldn't help but allow a grin to form on his face. He closed his eyes and remebered the whole event again. After seeing Assistant Foreign Minister Tristan get slapped around by Norris it enraged him. He remeber walking into the rooming, not saying a thing as Norris yelled at him then punching him across the face. The rest was a blur as Norris called for soldiers and they began to pounce on York. Next thing he remebered was waking up in this prison. No trail, no arresting, no jail, just prison.

A shriek of terror ripped threw the air, followed instantly by an explosion. York got to his feet, and looked around. He knew he probably wasn't going to see anything, but he wanted to try. The sounds of gunfire followed quickly, and for the next thirty minutes got louder and louder. Finally a group of prison guards rushed threw the metallic door to this cell bloc, they slammed it behind them and moved about ten feet from the door and aimed their weapon.

"Whats happening?" exclaimed York. The guards remained silent.

York went to repeat his question when suddenly the door was blown off its hindges, forcing him to fall back deeper into his cell. A hail of yellow lights that zipped threw the air lit up his cell as they passed by. The scream of the wounded corrupted the air. York stood with his back against the wall. He truly hoped the revolutionaries weren't here. He knew he wasn't a supporter of Norris, but they may not so sure. That was when about three men appoarched his cell.

"Field Marshall York," said one of the men.

"Maybe," he stated. Lying to them may not be any better, they probably had a picture of him and lying would only provoke them into killing him.

"We have been sent here to extract you. By order of Remington," said the same man.

"Remington?" said York, not asking a question but astonished.

"Yes he sends his apologies for your inprisonment and asks you to follow us," said one of the men.

York nodded and appoarched the men. The cell door opened and York walked out cautiously. One of the men pushed him behind the group and then all them took off out of cell bloc with the shouts of other prisoners behind them. They went down a trail of bodies, both these appearnt rescuers and prison guards. Though mostly prison guards. As they reached the maingates there was an APC sitting there, with its doors opened and a group of twenty troops stationed around it. As York was pushed into the APC he heard the sounds of gunfire still raging in the prison. He turned around at those signs despite being pushed to see a flag being raised above the prison. His eyes widened to the sight of this flag, the flag had a black background with a small wooden cross in the middle, that was being crushed by a large hand behind. It was the flag of the Society of God. SAG had saved him. SAG was only Remington's side.

*near Jagada's southern boarder*
A 4 engine plane flies through the dark night sky. Its running lights are off and it is very low. A door opens on the right side, then one on the left. Men start coming out, deploying their parachutes immediately. The aircraft turns and flies back into the night sky.

*southern Jagada, near the boarder*
Silently, and seemingly defying gravity, men each with over 100 lbs of gear float down to the trees below. Treejumping, or parachuting into wooded/jungle terrain is one of the most dangerous insertion methods but it is the specialty of all of Potty 5's Airborne Infantry.

The men stashed their parachute, spread out, and began marching north.

OoC: You said you were going to have a map? If so, where is it?

[OOC: Yes, here it is: http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y41/Jagada/MapofJagada2.jpg. I'll have to adjust the size later. The one city which you may not be able to read is up on the Northeast part of the country. Its called Rison.]

After hanging up, Lang turned to Wallar, "Now if you'll excuse me, I have a phone call to make." Grudgingly, Wallar and the soldiers allowed him to exit the room as he took out a satellite phone and called an unknown number, Lang then spoke into it in code reserved for Aequatian Special Forces before hanging up and returning to the room and again turning to Wallar, "I'll need to return to my vehicle out in the forest, it has the rest of my equipment needed to bring our forces in."

Wallar growled and nodded to Lang, "You may go, this region is controlled by our forces."

As Lang exited. Wallar walked back over to the phone and redailed the number. He expected to have to deal with the nonesense of asking for Remington again, but the voice on the other side was Remington.

"You're concerns are well founded Wallar. I know the conditions to their asistance are great. Though I don't trust our friends managed to get York. So we'll need all the international support we can get. So just drop it, thats an order," stated Remington before hanging up.

Wallar looked at the phone a bit shocked, but then simply hung it up and made his way to a table where a map lay to continue preparing the routes for future patrols.

Walking through the forest was something he had enjoyed as a kid, growing up in Espandor around the Marine base and the forests around there, it had become second nature to him. After an hour trek back to his buggy, he began to set up his equipment that would bring the 1st Special Combat Applications Regiment into Jagada, these guys were the best of the best and anyone that stood in their way were going to get fucked up. They were always on assignment around the world and when they weren't, they were training for it.

The first battalion of the regiment were the assault guys, they could take down any building they wanted in no time flat and walked the walk as if they owned the world. Second battalion were the airborne guys, they did the same as the assault guys, but did everything from the air and were close with the third battalion flyboys. They wore no insignia other than the usual Aequatian flag on the front of their body armour and the scar-shapped symbol of the regiment on the right side of their helmets.

The third battalion people were different, they were the only unit to have women, but they were the "Magic Carpet" Battalion as the others called them. They were the best (and the craziest) helicopter pilots in the entire Republic and had the most advanced helicopters in the Air Force and Army inventory and they went anywhere and everywhere, night or day in any weather conditions.

If anyone was going to get this mission done, it was them. He was to place a GPS beacon on his position and it would transmit the coordinates on a secure channel to the awaiting Navy amphibious assault ship sitting just outside Jagada waters "on exercise" which really held the entire regiment and the helicopters of the third battalion. They would wait for the cover of night to move inland and deploy to a secure location, from there they would conduct raids in support of Remington's actions or unilaterally if they felt it necessary.

[OOC: The ball is in your court Aequatio. Not nessecary to have a "Remington acknowledges" post.]

Genisis,Jagada

Alfonso opened up his squad's prayer, "Lord heavenly Father God, we come to you now, most humbly in prayer, and first of all ask your forgivness for our sins, both known and unknown to us Lord. You know of the hell we are about to enter. The bloodshed we're about to see. I ask right now that you humbly bless each and everyone of us and cast a healing hand of protection down upon us, that we may live and continue to fight the evil in Your name. In all these thing I ask in Jesus precious and holy name. Amen."

The rest of the squad echoed the last word. Most of the men rose to their feet, as did Alfonso. He looked at the city, he was just one the outskirts. His squad was ordered to move ahead in ten minutes...well more like three minutes now. He made sure that his safety on his AK-47 was off, and that he had plenty of ammunition. The rest of his men checked their equipment, some had weapons more modern then him, others had even more primitve weaponary. With one man ever carrying an old Winchester repeater. The weapons giving to the men of Remington's cause were nothing to brag about.

"Lets move out," stated Alfonso. With that the squad followed him as they advanced into the city. He was about a minute ahead of planning, but he figured it wouldn't cause any major damage to the operation. They marched into the city for about twenty minutes with no sign of enemy resistance, though the sounds of gunfire elsewhere were common.

Alfonso suddenly heard and an unusal sound, almost like the sound of a lot of air coming out of a tube. He realized what it was about three seconds before it hit, though it was too late. An RPG had hit about ten yards in front of him, sending primarily road debris slinging against his troops. He suddenly heard the sounds of rapid muzzle blasts--the sounds of a machine gun.

"Take cover!" he shouted has he ran into behind a car. The rest of his men quickly took cover, save one whom was sadly hit before he could. The same air sound was heard and an explosion occured close to Alfonso, the car he was hiding behind lifted up on its back bumper and began to fall down towards Alfonso. He quickly reacted, he dropped his rifle and moved out of the way. The car fell down harmlessly onto the rifle. Alfonso cursed has he realized what he'd done. His men were looking at him from their positions with terrified looks on their faces. Many of these men were just out of highschool, whom joined up with Remington to defend against Norris. None of them had seen combat, even Alfonso. He'd only been made seargant because of his education level, he'd had a few years of college. He could feel the fear within himself as well. He simply sat there trying to regain control of himself. The same air sound was heard again, this time it struck the building he was hiding in. Stone debris shot all across the room with a peice of it hitting Alfonso across the face. He suddenly snapped back into reality. If he stayed here he was surely dead.

He rushed out of the building and across the road, he could literally feel the bullet getting closer and closer to hitting him. He managed to get behind another car when another of those horrible air thursting sounds filled the air. He yelled out a cuss word has he rushed out from behind the car towards one of his men hiding inside the first floor of a bakery. Has he expected the car he was hidng behind suddenly lifted five feet off the ground as the RPG made a direct hit, igniting the gas tank. Alfosono remebered what happened in the other building; he grabbed the soldier and rushed up to the second story. As they reached the second story the first floor erupted in fire as yet another RPG hit it. He went to give the soldier orders to stay still when he noticed him balled up in a corner. He shook his head and then moved back down the stairs to the first floor which was smoking. He searched for a backdoor and surprisingly found one. He rushed out and noticed he was effectively out of the line of sight by the enemy. He rushed down the road until he found the backdoor to the building where he'd expected the RPG enemy to be at. He pulled out his sidearm, a simple automatic pistol of Jagadian generic making. He opened the door and quickly rushed in, aiming his pistol at almost everything. He moved up the stairs and suddenly came on a man reloading his RPG. He took careful aim.

"Burn in hell!" he shouted before he pulled the trigger. The round hit dead in the ear of the enemy trooper, and came out the other side. Alfonso rushed fully onto the second story, and was thankful to God that no one else was up there. He suddenly noticed where the machine gun fire was coming from. Though he noticed it was multiple machine guns all put in relatively close area. Such methods weren't uncommon of the army who believed massive, grouped firepower, was the way to go. He picked up the RPG of the fallen trooper and noticed that the RPG was already loaded. He bowed his head to the fallen soldier partly as a joke, and partly for thanking him for having the RPG loaded. He then aimed out the window and took careful aim. He suddenly felt a massive kickback on the weapon are the RPG launched from the tube and flung across the street into the large nest of machine guns. The explosion sent the front of the building crummbling to the ground. The machine guns fired no more.

Alfonso took the moment of silence and attempted to regather his men. As he returned to where they are hiding, out of the ten men he'd had in his squad. Three were dead, four were reported running away. Yet there was only two men reporting to him, that was when he remebered the man curled up in a ball on the second story of the bakery.

Alfonso suddenly remebered his fear, and struggled to contain his tears.

ooc: how far is Christendom from the coast?

[OOC: About two hundred and thirty miles. Do note, this is not my offical map. Just something I brought up for this. If you have any sites that can allow me to make a better map than Paint let me know, please. Thanks.]

Master Sergeant Robert Emrick sat in a kneel in the back of the black-bodied MH-10 Raven as it lifted off of the flight deck of the RNS Stein and moved in low between the dark water below and the faint moonlight above. His team was the best assault force in the battalion, they were famed as the unknown special forces troops who captured the head crime boss in San Allimos a year before after Staatspolizei officers had failed for eighteen months. Like any of the other SCAR operators, Emrick was all about the job and frowned upon other "regular" military forces that didn't take soldiering as their primary focus of life.

In the cockpit of the helicopter sat Lieutenant-Colonel Roxie Schrader, her flight helmet with the words "Have Guns, Will Travel" written across it covered her short strawberry-blonde hair. She looked out over the water towards the coastline through the green tint of the night vision goggles attached to the helmet, she reached up and moved the headset's microphone closer to her mouth, "Three minutes before we make landfall," she said to the entire group of helicopters moving in groups of three at a time. They had the whole night and as long as they flew low along the water and just above the trees, the Jagadan radar wouldn't pick them up.

Lang sat in his Chenowith at the landing zone he picked out for the helicopters, it was an old airstrip for a local flying club that had obviously fallen out of use in the past few years, but it had hangers and enough tarmac for the helicopters of the regiment's third battalion along with a lounge built into the tower which could be used as a barracks. He had marked the perimeter of the airstrip with infrared strobes and also marked his own position with a GPS tracker to guide the pilots in. It was going to be a long night, but it would be soon enough that the action would start.

(I'll reply soon enough. I've gotten caught up with things this weekend.)

OoC: Autorealm http://sourceforge.net/project/showfiles.php?group_id=22266&package_id=44121&&release_id=301366 is good.

IC: The troops had been marched 50 miles through the night and were setting up to receive communications from a telecom satellite.
The more open forests made this task much easier then back in Potty 5 where in some places the vegetation was so thick it was practically impossible to get reception.

Commander Hadaminsky (RT0 1), leader of the “Regular” Team 0 listened on AIIG1 T1 22’s radio (Airborne Infantry Imperial Guard under the 1st Commandant, Team 1, Man 22). There had been a change in plans. The troops were to make a four day march to Christendom and await further orders.

RT0, AIIG1 T0, and AIIG1 T1 set up concealed positions to rest during the day. They would head out at sunset.

[OOC: Oh Aequatio, just so you know. You're about oh...fifty miles north of Genisis. Or did you do something I didn't catch?]

As the helicopters passed by ships out in the ocean, they were luckily apart of Bradley's personal command, the 2nd Jagadian Grand Fleet. The ships themselves remained quiet and still, and the men on deck simply watched as the helicopter teams flew by.

As the helicopters appoarched the shore, they were increasing becoming known to both sides. Though due to their appoarch, none of Remington's men attacked already getting word of foreign assistance. Norris' men weren't so welcoming, believe that the Aequatioan Helicopters were actually from Remington, a group of three helicopters flew from the nearby city of Genisis, which smoke billowed from, towards the Aequatioan Helicopters. Once getting into range they kept going forwards a bit, due to their inexperiance and lack of combat with other helicopters they eventually stopped three hundred yards ahead and launched their hellfire missiles, one at a time, with about two second intermissions. Another clear sign of inexperiance.

The 2nd Grand Fleet sat quietly outside the harbor of the furthest southern city (to small to read name).
This is Senior Admiral Brutin, commanding officer of the 2nd Grand Fleet of Nycton, afloat the Capital ship NNS Scipii. We would ask permission to dock and unload cargo and legions for the support of Jagada. With your acceptance of permission, around the world-long range flights will begin taking place from Nycton to supply it's troops. That will be all.

*Earth Orbit, Potty 5 telecommunications satellite*
Though it was officially a communications satellite on board was a verity of extremely powerful cameras. The satellite had been made to deviate from its normal orbit two days earlier but had just gotten into position.
Though many people heard stories of cameras that could read license plates from orbit this was not one of them, though it could detect cars and tanks, and even fleets of ships.

*Monkey 13 Military Base, Potty 5*
In a large air-conditioned room filled with men working at computers. One man gets up and rushes to, who appears to be the guy in charge. The “guy in charge” quickly walks out of the room.

*A luxury hotel room, Portshire City *
General Jingis Gon sat rubbing his head. His skin had taken on a green color due to a stomach bug he had gotten few days earlier. His satellite phone rings and he answer’s it.

*Monkey 13 Military Base, Potty 5*
The “guy in charge” is standing next to a phone installed in the wall in what looks to be a room in the same building as the computers.
“Sorry to bother you sir but we have an urgent issue”
He pauses
“Yes sir, I am aware you are sick, but…”
He pauses
“I know that the Emperor is not…”
He pauses
“But…”
He pauses
“Regular Team Zero”
He pauses
“Sir our satellite got into position four hours ago, and the data it has sent back has shown at least two fleets of ships that are not from the nation”
He pauses
“This could lead to a much bigger international incident then we want.”
He pauses
“Sir a believe that our teams our in over their heads”
He pauses, then hangs up

*A luxury hotel room, Portshire City *
Gon got up and went to the door. He opened it and told the guard in the wool suit
“Tell the emperor that the RT0 has met problems”
The guard nodded, Gon closed his door went back into his room and lied down in his bed.

OOC: Jag, I'm not quite clear as to what is happening with my helicopters, whether you were refering to my pilots firing or some that had been launched by Norris. Please clarify so that I can do up my next post?

[OOC: My bad, those three helicopters were Norris. It was why I refered to inexperiance so much. The Jagadian Air Force is big and giant-like...but thats about it.]

OOC: Hellfires are air-to-ground missiles, to engage enemy helicotpers, they would need a missile along the lines of the Stinger or SA-7.

OOC: Bump for anoyone out there.

The three potty 5ien teams were just outside of the northen edge of Christindom . AIIG1 T0 advances slowly and sthealthaly looking for any could me enamy. The other two teams are behind to provide cover fire if any one opens ofire on AIIG1 T0. The Machine Gunners ready thier weapons. The asistants, Rocket carriers, and radio men ready thier SLR. AIIG1 T0 1 raises his SLR to his shoulder and piers through the thermograph. RT0 12, 13, and 14 ready thier RPGs. 15 and 16 ready thier grenade launchers.