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OOC: This is supposed to be the Earth II D12 invasion of Bolivia, but I’m also adding this to my main NS territory. TG me if you want in- I’ll open this up later once the actual invasion begins. This first post is just an introduction.

Mettius Oppius Malcara Argentus lived in Bolivia almost his entire adult life. A lover of silverware since his childhood, he graduated with Honours from the Business School at the University of Rome and immediately afterward got involved in the silver trade, leading him to Potosi, Bolivia. Since then, his silver empire in the Roman Empire has earned him massive wealth as well as the nickname “Argentus”, from the Latin “argentum” for silver.

However, despite Argentus’ success, he lived with extreme caution. Ever since Hugo Banzer’s successor, Jorge Fernando Quiroga Ramírez, was overthrown in 2001 in a political coup, the country literally descended into anarchy. The central government still exists at La Paz, but it’s just there to rubber stamp whatever laws those with the real power- the local biker gangs- want. Mostly every neighbourhood has its own gang that looks over it, but regular biker wars for more neighbourhoods flare up regularly. Argentus himself needs an army of bodyguards just to walk out of his home and to defend it, with no day passing where he doesn’t fear for his life.

One day, Argentus’ already precarious situation got a lot worse. He already paid a tax to the local gang- the Potosi Miners- for the right to use the mine, but each year- sometimes each day even- the tax would go up. The tax so far stood at 5% of the mine’s profit which he felt was excessive but not as excessive as the tax he saw posted on the mine facility’s door.

“50%? Who do they think they are?” said Argentus, reading the note. “They must enjoy taking everyone for a ride don’t they?” That’s when he decided he had enough. The next day, he organized a meeting with the head of the Miners to lower the tax, because he couldn’t take being pushed around any longer. Little did he know the tax would be the least of his worries.

Argentus was nervous, and understandably so. While the Miners typically kept to their own business, they weren’t above terror tactics to achieve compliance with some of their ridiculous laws. Still, he sat, enjoying a latte at a cafe with his team of a dozen or so bodyguards by his side.

Eventually, Head Miner Luis Muniz arrived- late, as was his custom- but he didn’t come with the usual thirty or so cohorts. He only came with two other people, and didn’t at all appear fazed by Argentus’ presence. In fact, while Argentus had the upper hand in men, the Roman was apprehensive- somehow, he knew this was a trick.

“So, Mr. ‘Argentus’,” started Muniz with a mocking cackle, “How’s your day?”
“Shut up Muniz. I’m not here for idle chit-chat,” replied Argentus tersely.
“Testy aren’t we?” Muniz smiled. “So, what can I entertain you with today?”
“What basis do you have for increasing my tax burden nine times? Do you think I’m made of money?”
“Do you think I am?”
Argentus’ face went red, but he collected himself before he acted on his anger.
“Look, Mr. Argentus, the cost of running this place has gone up. You do realize it’s us that keeps your precious business intact, don’t you?”
“It still doesn’t allow you to rob me.”
Muniz laughed. “You think I’m robbing you?” Muniz said while projecting his finger at himself.
“Yes, yes you are.” Argentus’ confidence suddenly shot up.
Muniz then sneered at Argentus. “Do you want me to remind you who’s really in charge here?”
Argentus gulped.
“Good. Let’s try to be more civil, shall we?”
Argentus breathed heavily, then replied. “Well, is there any chance I can have my tax rate reduced then?”
“I suppose we can work something out.”
Argentus breathed a little easier. “Good.”
“We can reduce your share to 25%, but I want you to provide me some shares in your company. I believe this is only fair.”
“How many?” Argentus sneered.
“10%.”
“5.”
“Deal.” The two shook hands to solidify the deal.

Five Months Later…

Argentus’ arrangement, while not preferable, allowed him to breathe a little easier. He would later learn that the Miners had protected him and his business because of the immense wealth it generated to Potosi and to the Miners in taxes. He also considerably helped the local economy, hiring many native Bolivians to work his mines and the company- in fact, his Vice-President, Maria de Paolo, was a Bolivian herself.

However, given the warlike atmosphere that engulfed the entire country, Argentus’ precarious position in Potosi came under a new assault. A countryside gang simply calling themselves “the Purifiers of Bolivia” went to war with the Miners over control over Potosi, and after five weeks of fighting, eventually won the city. As their name suggests, the Purifiers went on a rampage through the streets of Potosi on a strict policy of “returning the city to the Bolivians”, rounding up any foreigners they could find, including Argentus. Most of the foreigners- 20,000 in total, both men and women, mostly Romans who worked for Argentus- were rounded up in special buses and taken to an abandoned warehouse in the city’s south side.

(OOC: Reader Discretion Advised)

Once there, the lives of Argentus and the rest of the Romans gathered there took a decided turn for the worst. Each one of them was chained to the floor, stripped naked, tortured and raped on a daily basis, sometimes even hourly. Sleep was not something Argentus would be able to get.

While the brutality continued, the Purifiers videotaped it all to send to newscasts everywhere so it could be broadcast worldwide. “This,” said Purifier leader Cristobal Hector Rodriguez, in near perfect English, “shall serve as a reminder to anyone who even thinks about interfering with our country. Morir antes que esclavos vivir!”

The tape caught the Roman populace off guard. Right before their eyes they saw fellow Romans- some of them even friends and relatives- being subjected to horrors none of them could comprehend being possible. “These aren’t people,” sneered Roman Emperor Rodin Hartian after watching the news report, “these are uncivilized barbarians”.

The next day, he called the Bolivian Government demanding an answer. The Government- now led by Eduardo Rodriguez- made many assurances to him that something would get done, but as the weeks passed, he realized that nothing would be. At that point, he called his Praetor Legatus (OOC: General), Primus Julius Emitrius, to begin discussions of an invasion plan into Bolivia. “If the Bolivians cannot save our countrymen, then we will.”

Potosi

The Purifiers undid many of the harsh edicts that the Miners had enacted. Across the board, taxes were reduced in half, and the Purifiers promised an end to “the reign of terror” the Miners brought to Potosi. According to Purifier propaganda, the Miners “ruled by laws they made up as they went along” and “weren’t above torturing anyone they felt like.” The people of Potosi cheered on people they called “liberators”, and danced as the Purifiers shot their guns skyward as a sign of victory.

The reality was different, depending on the viewpoint. To the local Bolivians, they were a breath of fresh air, because they really did back up their promises and treated the majority of them with respect. They even had a “courthouse” where people- who were given “warrants”- could go to plead their cases before Purifier Leader Cristobal Hector Rodriguez, ran the city’s institutions efficiently and were a far better police force than the Miners. Sure, there were some reports of torture and kidnappings, but none were ever substantiated.

However, to non-Bolivians like Argentus, the Purifiers were even more evil than the Miners. While the Miners were not above kidnapping and torturing anyone they just didn’t like, they were indiscriminate, more or less allowing foreigners like him to carry on their businesses as long as they did not go afoul with Head Miner Luis Muniz. He lived on a tightrope, but at least he lived.

(OOC: Reader Discretion Advised)

Now, he was certain he was going to die, or at least he wanted it. Just like the rest of the people there, every night he had to endure some form of torture or rape, leaving him awash in tears and crying in agony. He did find some strength in talking with the rest of the people who shared his ordeal, the closest of whom (literally) was Servia Ulpia Penara, who pined for her daughters back home and helped sooth Argentus through each night.

That night, her words stuck with the agonizing Argentus. “Mettius, stay strong. Believe in the future and it will come.”

OOC: Weeee!

IC: Encrypted Message to 'The Purifiers', from the Technocratic Empire of Carthage

It seems your nation and ours face a common enemy. Although your video of rape is shocking enough, do you really think some film will protect you from the might of the Roman Empire? That nation has brought down Empires! However, I see a way both of our nations can profit; we can assist you in defending your nation. All we ask is that you release any Carthaginian citizens you have under your..."care". We will then help you fight off the Romans any way you see fit; you want us to supply weapons, we'll supply weapons. Want us to bomb some Romans with our jets? We'll bomb some Romans. Want us to send soldiers? We'll send soldiers.We are already at war with them, so it's not as if there is anything we can't do.

May Baal's compassion go with you,
His Holiness, the Supreme Emperor of the Technocratic Empire of Carthage,
Hannibal IX

Secret IC

[Translated from Norwegian]

"They did what?!"

"Continously rapes and sodomization of all non-Bolivians. There are reports of at least seventy Norwegian citizens there sir."

Thomas Rothsky looked at the messenger from the Ministry of Foreign Affairs. Norwegian citizens were being raped by Bolivians, for no other reason than them not being Bolivians...! This could not be allowed to continue.

"Get me Rodin Hartian on the line, double time!"

[3 minutes later]

"Emperor Hartian? This is Thomas Rothsky from Norway calling. I understand that we have a joint problem in Bolivia. You have citizens there, as do we. Is it possible for our military experts to come together and plan an extraction and possibly a penal expedition to Bolivia?"

OOC: A few notes:

No. 1, the Purifiers are *not* the ruling party in Bolivia. They're just a local biker gang who effectively run Potosi (in southern Bolivia) while the central government rules in name only. Purifier control doesn't extend past Potosi, and it's precarious at best. Every town has its own local biker gang that controls it, and Potosi's is the Purifiers.

No. 2, I realized when I RPed the tape I mentioned no names. I'm open to interpretation on this one.

No. 3, no matter what, I *am* going to win Bolivia and Chile through this, and I want to make sure both countries are of full use to me once I've captured them.

I will admit, when I first conceived the thread I just wanted it to be just me vs. the various biker gangs. However, I'm open to ideas.

The Lightning Star: Please telegram me with your ideas.

IC:

(This is going to be short)

Emperor Rodin Hartian: Certainly. We cannot let the Bolivians treat our citizens like this.

Potosi

Cristobal Hector Rodirguez (head of the Purifiers): Somebody called "the Techate Empire of Carthage" has offered to assist us in some impending war with the Romans. What do you make of this?

Julio Maria (second in command): The Romans are weak. They won't harm us. Still, if Carthage can assist us in taking over Bolivia for ourselves, we might as well take it.

Rodriguez: Interesting. It'd be nice to rule Potosi in name as well.

Maria: Exactly. I don't fear the Romans- all the ones we have cry like little girls- but, hey, we know we're in over our heads if we attempt to take over Bolivia ourselves. We need the help. We just need to make sure that we "need" Bolivia.

Rodriguez: I say we do. Bolivia is our home. We cannot let it fall to anyone else. Julio, do we have anyone from Carthage in our "care"?

Maria: No sir we do not.

Rodriguez: Good then. Inform the Techate that we'll seek their assistance immediately.

Maria: Yes sir.

Message to the Techate Empire of Carthage

(OOC: This has been sent via a regular cell phone text message since that's all the bikers have)

We thank you for your offer of assistance, and we shall accept it graciously. We are not worried about war with the Romans because they have not made any overtures about that with us, and because from what we have seen they are weaker than schoolgirls. If you can assist us in the takeover of Bolivia we will dutifully reward you. We have no Carthaginians in our care, so therefore we declare you as our friends.

Julio Maria, 2nd in command of the Purifiers of Bolivia

PM Rothsky smiled when he heard the Roman response.

"Excellent. Then I hope you won't mind if Norwegian warships take up positions to initiate a blockade of Bolivia in preparation of the upcoming campaign sir. I'll make sure that the military attache in the embassy in Rome come over to your high command to lay the necessary plans, if that's not too much of a bother."

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FO/E, the Norwegian intelligence agency had many means of gaining information, and due to the citizens in Bolivia, they were extra vigilant in that area. They intercepted the text message. They now had solid evidence of Carthaginian involvement, and a name. Once this thing started, a certain Julio Maria was likely to get a visit from eight Norwegians who didn't officially exist...

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Dear sir(s)/madam(s),

It has come to the attention of the Norwegian government that you are involved in assisting people who are holding Norwegian citizens hostage.

We strongly urge you to cease your support to the Bolivian group called the "Purifiers", as they are indeed holding Norwegian citizens prisoners and subject them to torture and other autrocities.

As the Norwegian government don't wish for any conflict between our two nations, we feel that your cessation of involvement in Bolivia is the only viable sollution.

If you insist of assisting people holding Norwegian citizens captive, we will see that as an act of war, and act accordingly.

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OOC: Appologies for late response. I'll probably not be able to respond untill tommorrow night or the day after that, due to the Norwegian Military insisting that I come to them to do some tests and stuff. Wish me luck.

The Roman Intelligence Service quickly picked up the text message that Maria had sent to the Techate, clearly indicating Carthaginian intentions to intervene on the Purifiers' behalf. Hartian initially was skeptical of the message, but after hearing that the Norwegians had found the same message, there was no question about its validity, clearly explaining to him his next course of action.

(See this) (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9937751&postcount=66)
PM Rothsky smiled when he heard the Roman response.

"Excellent. Then I hope you won't mind if Norwegian warships take up positions to initiate a blockade of Bolivia in preparation of the upcoming campaign sir. I'll make sure that the military attache in the embassy in Rome come over to your high command to lay the necessary plans, if that's not too much of a bother."

"No problem. We will need time to properly co-ordinate the invasion."

PM Rothsky smiled when he heard the Roman response.

"Excellent. Then I hope you won't mind if Norwegian warships take up positions to initiate a blockade of Bolivia in preparation of the upcoming campaign sir. I'll make sure that the military attache in the embassy in Rome come over to your high command to lay the necessary plans, if that's not too much of a bother."

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FO/E, the Norwegian intelligence agency had many means of gaining information, and due to the citizens in Bolivia, they were extra vigilant in that area. They intercepted the text message. They now had solid evidence of Carthaginian involvement, and a name. Once this thing started, a certain Julio Maria was likely to get a visit from eight Norwegians who didn't officially exist...

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Originally Posted by Encrypted message to Carthage through embassy in Neo-Carthage

Dear sir(s)/madam(s),

It has come to the attention of the Norwegian government that you are involved in assisting people who are holding Norwegian citizens hostage.

We strongly urge you to cease your support to the Bolivian group called the "Purifiers", as they are indeed holding Norwegian citizens prisoners and subject them to torture and other autrocities.

As the Norwegian government don't wish for any conflict between our two nations, we feel that your cessation of involvement in Bolivia is the only viable sollution.

If you insist of assisting people holding Norwegian citizens captive, we will see that as an act of war, and act accordingly.


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OOC: Appologies for late response. I'll probably not be able to respond untill tommorrow night or the day after that, due to the Norwegian Military insisting that I come to them to do some tests and stuff. Wish me luck.

Encrypted reply to the Norweigan Government

We have no idea what you are talking about. Like you, we are apalled at the situation in Bolivia, and strongly condemn the inhumane methods being used to resist the Romans.

OOC: You don't really have much proof against me, buddy. Sure, OOC we all know I did it, but do you really think the international community will believe a text-message sent by a biker gang?

IC:

Highly Encrypted Message to the Purifiers

While we are glad you gave the response that you did, but we request that you do not send any more replies to us until you come into posession of better encryption techniques. Our Special Forces Units will be entering Bolivia shortly, and they will instruct you from there.

Heart of State Lucy Rand watched the recent turn of events in Bolivia with disgust. She was a steadfast champion of human rights, and the barbaric mentality that was engulfing Bolivia deeply disturbed her. She was however, unable to accomplishing anything by herself at the moment. Her brother, the Patriarch, was the only man who could legitimately send Bjornoyan Federal troops outside of the country, and the patriarch was as isolated as his nation was xenophobic. She was one of the few people in the country he would entrust his life to, and insofar as he trusted her she could change his mind.

The Head of State, Patriarch Rand, sat alone in his not-so-humble library he called a palace. Lucy passed through the various security guards to find him in religious section of the library, reading through the various poems of Zarathustra. He put the book down to greet his sister with an embrace.

"Good to see you Lucy. What, might I ask, did you want to talk to me about?"

"Sedaht, I've been thinking... ever since the revolution it has been a stated goal that we use the vast power we have acquired to create perfection, correct?"

"Yes, and we both agree we are doing an excellent job here, or did you have a concern?"

"Of course not, Bjornoya is on the road to becoming the heaven our ancestors believed we were. My concern is with, well, the rest of the world. Have you seen some of the recent reports from Bolivia?"

No Bjornoyan nationals were in the region at the time. It was very rare for a Bjornoyan to leave his fatherland except on secure business trips by Visara Co. or to vacation in one of many Bjornoyan island chains. Sedaht looked condescendingly upon the Bolivian region. It was another example of what happens when the weak of will attempt to control a nation. These hordes of gangs, these hordes, these masses, who the hell would logically trust them with bearing the responsibilites of ruling a nation? And what sort of government would just sit their and let them?

"Yes, I have dear sister. You know how much I hate their kind. As long as we have power, Bjornoya will never have such incidents."

"But they are happening there. Brother, remember what you told me after the revolution? 'We rule the nation that stands atop of the world. We must act like the gods we are.'"

Sedaht blushed, his sister always gave him a hard time with such comparisons,

"Yes."

"Well, if gods existed would they allow such things to happen?"

"Perhaps."

"Would you allow it to happen?"

"Never, so long as I breath I will be. As long as I am, as long as I exist, I will be a better person, I will become more than human."

"So, do you have the power to change the situation?"

"Yes."

"Then why haven't we done anything!"

Sedaht looked at his book, closed it, and put it back on the shelf. He hated putting the lives of his precious peacekeepers in danger, but that was why they existed. The peacekeepers existed to defend to the death the lives of the innocent.

"You realize we will be dooming thousands to death, Lucy."

Lucy's heart fell. She had to think, but the answer came to her fast.

"To do nothing when one can, to act powerless when one has power, to walk past like the priest or the Levite is dishonorable. Death before dishonor."

Sedaht smiled,

"Alright, I will talk with the Romans to see what we may be able to do. And can you tell Wilhelm what's going on? I'm sure he'll want in on this."

"Thank you Sedaht. For love and honor!"

Lucy gave the traditional salute to the Patriarch. He had told her she did not need to do such things, but she felt obligated.

Highly Encrypted
To: Emperor Hartian
From: Patriarch Rand
Re: Bolivia

I wish to send a contingency of Bjornoyan Federal Peacekeepers to assist in securing order and protecting the citizenry in response to the barbaric acts of those terrorists who have dared to harm the innocent. I assume that Rome will not sit idle on the matter. We do not want to clash with any Roman plans. Some information concerning Roman intentions would be helpful.

PM Rothsky smiled when he heard the Roman response.

"Excellent. Then I hope you won't mind if Norwegian warships take up positions to initiate a blockade of Bolivia in preparation of the upcoming campaign sir. I'll make sure that the military attache in the embassy in Rome come over to your high command to lay the necessary plans, if that's not too much of a bother."

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FO/E, the Norwegian intelligence agency had many means of gaining information, and due to the citizens in Bolivia, they were extra vigilant in that area. They intercepted the text message. They now had solid evidence of Carthaginian involvement, and a name. Once this thing started, a certain Julio Maria was likely to get a visit from eight Norwegians who didn't officially exist...

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OOC: Appologies for late response. I'll probably not be able to respond untill tommorrow night or the day after that, due to the Norwegian Military insisting that I come to them to do some tests and stuff. Wish me luck.


Uhh, Cot, Bolivia is landlocked, so how exactly are you going to start a naval blockade? Sorry to clutter your thread with OOC Crap, continue, its very interesting.

-OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM THE GOVERNMENT OF RUSSIAN FEDERATION TO THE MILITANT GROUP "PURIFIERS" OF BOLIVIA-

Forty-three Russian citizens have been arrested by your forces. We want it to be known that we do not tolerate unlawful attacks on our citizens. We issue you the ultimatum, you will either free the citizens of Russian Federation along with the rest of your hostages from other nations and stop committing this horrible attrocities. Or we will be forced to aid other nations in the invasion of your land. Our Duma has already voted on this issue and this statement is supported by their decision.

Vice-President of Russian Federation,
Nikolai Bezrukov

Encrypted Message to "The Purifiers", from the Technocratic Empire of Carthage

Fa lyh caa dryd oui yna ihtan knayd bnaccina vnus dra ehdanhydeuhym lussihedo du ryht ujan dra ledewahc uv syho hydeuhc. Fa bnubuca dryd oui keja ib ymm ledewahc dryd yna hud Nusyh, cu dryd drec ec y luhvmeld padfaah zicd ic yht Nusa.

OOC: If you wanna see what that says, click the link on my sig, and then click on the link to the translator on that page.

OOC:

Kreynoria: I'm also taking Chile with this thread, so a naval blockade is in order.

Maria looked at the transmission from the Techate with confusion. "Are they speaking Greek? I have no idea what they are talking about." So he ignored it, as did Rodriguez.

"What do you make of all these threats? Russia, Norway, Bjornoya...they've all threatened us," said a worried Maria.

"They're nothing," replied Rodriguez quickly. "The citizens we have in our care whimper like schoolchildren. They're not worthy of being anything but slaves to the Bolivian people. Their armies do not faze me, for ultimately we will win."

Ottawa

(OOC: The Emperor is in Ottawa because he was meeting up with Celtayoshi's Premier to discuss the Yonge Street proposal)

After immediately receiving word of support from Russia, Norway and Bjornoya, Rodin Hartian contacted them all. "We must meet to discuss strategy, and quickly. I can arrange a conference call immediately to discuss this."

Maria looked at the transmission from the Techate with confusion. "Are they speaking Greek? I have no idea what they are talking about." So he ignored it, as did Rodriguez.

"What do you make of all these threats? Russia, Norway, Bjornoya...they've all threatened us," said a worried Maria.

"They're nothing," replied Rodriguez quickly. "The citizens we have in our care whimper like schoolchildren. They're not worthy of being anything but slaves to the Bolivian people. Their armies do not faze me, for ultimately we will win."

Ottawa

(OOC: The Emperor is in Ottawa because he was meeting up with Celtayoshi's Premier to discuss the Yonge Street proposal)

After immediately receiving word of support from Russia, Norway and Bjornoya, Rodin Hartian contacted them all. "We must meet to discuss strategy, and quickly. I can arrange a conference call immediately to discuss this."

Potosi, Bolivia

As a strange group of men in foreign clothing walked up to the town, they were intercepted by a group of Purifiers. "You are foreigner, yes?" said one in a heavy Latino accent. "Si, somos de Cartago. ¿Ustedes son los "Purificadores", no?" responded one of the men. Surprised that these men spoke perfect Spanish, and that they were foreigners willing to speak openely to those they knew were Purifiers, the leader of the bikers said, "¿Por qué están aquí?"
"Estamos aquí porque su líder quisiera que estuviéramos aquí."
Confused, the leader started to talk with his gang. He found out that, apparently, Purifiers had made a friend in a foreign nation, and most everyone thought it was Carthage.
"Ok, vamos," said the leader, and his gang escorted his men to see Rodriguez.

After immediately receiving word of support from Russia, Norway and Bjornoya, Rodin Hartian contacted them all. "We must meet to discuss strategy, and quickly. I can arrange a conference call immediately to discuss this."

Notify me of the exact time of the conference call. Since President Vladimir Ivanov is currently busy with other matters i am in charge of the Russian armed forces. You will speak to me concerning Russian involvment in this conflict. I hope that we can cooperate efficiently.

Vice-President of Russian Federation,
Nikolai Bezrukov

In light of the inevitable Roman victory in both Chile and Bolivia, the Empire wishes to assist as it can. The border is currently closed and any "insurgent" fighters trying to find refuge in the Empire will be arrested and detained until further notice. No Imperial Layartebian soldier, aircraft, or ship shall active impeede on the Roman military campaign.

The Minister of Foreign Affairs

(OOC: I hope to keep the language of this thread strictly English. ICly it doesn't have to be but OOCly I want to be able to follow along).

******Official Communique from the Roman Government to its Allies******
(Encryption Max)

The conference call shall occur at 4PM Greenwhich time.

(OOC: To put this in perspective, this is the time it's being held:

Myself (as I am in Ottawa): 10AM
Norway: 5PM
Russia (I assume the capital is in Moscow): 7PM
Bjornoya: 7PM
Layarteb: 10AM

/End Message

Potosi

"Sir, the Carthaginian delegation is here to see you," said Jorge Renteria, one of Rodriguez's bodyguards, to the Purifier chief.

"Very well, send them in," he replied.

The Carthaginains gathered in front of him on the patio of a Potosi bar. This section of the city the Purifiers controlled extremely well, so he wasn't worried about anything happening to those gathered before him.

"So, men, what can I entertain you with today?"

OOC: Capital is in Voronej, but not the one on the actual map of RL Russia, but somethere in the North Eastern Siberia. I just got Moscow. It is the capital of the European Region but not the country. I am assuming you want to be the one to initiate the call so i'll just wait for you to do that.

OOC: Capital is in Voronej, but not the one on the actual map of RL Russia, but somethere in the North Eastern Siberia. I just got Moscow. It is the capital of the European Region but not the country. I am assuming you want to be the one to initiate the call so i'll just wait for you to do that.

OOC: What time does that make it for you then?

I'll start the conference right now.

IC:

Encryption Max

The time for the conference had begun. Hartian was spritely at 10AM in the morning, but he did worry what effect the time difference would have on the rest of the participants.

"Good evening everyone (and, to the Layartebian Minister, good morning). Let's get down to business.

"I called you all in today to discuss the matter of the invasion of Bolivia. This shall also be used as a staging ground for the Imperial conquest of Chile, which is equally as anarchic and will be needed to stage the invasion proper.

"Since this campaign is mainly our priority, we will assume the lead here. However, what I propose is that each of you take command of an invasionary army so that we can each focus our attention to specific regions as opposed to the entire thing. Each army will be made from divisions drawn from each of your forces, tailored to meet the specific needs needed for the conquest of the region.

"The overall command shall fall to Quintus Servillus Hector Marconis, a third-generation Venezuelan-Roman who will act as the liason to Bolivia itself. He speaks fluent Spanish, as will most of the Legionary soldiers that we will be sending. Therefore, we suggest that you also send soldiers who are at least conversant in Spanish to aid in the invasion. Our intent is to potentially draw some- if not all- the Bolivian biker gangs and militias to our side, so as to minimize overall damage to the country itself.

"Rt. Honourable Rothsky (OOC: not sure if this is the proper honorific for the Norwegian Prime Minister- correct me on this one, Cotland), continue your current blockade of Bolivia. We shall be adding to the force as the invasion draws near.

"Having said all that, I leave the floor to all of you. Does anyone have any questions or comments regarding how the invasion should be run? I am open to suggestions."

He sat patiently awaiting the responses.

OOC: I don't know you add either 3 or 2 more hours.

"Yes...sir...i have several questions. First of all do your intellegence networks possess the information on the numbers and positions of enemy troops? Our own intelligence network is still recovering from the damages it received in the revolution less then a year ago but our men are working hard to extened the network to South America at this point. They shall have complete coverage in about 2 weeks. Still i would like to know what exactly i will be sending my troops into. Do you possess that information?

Another thing. Will you grant us permission to assemble our forces in your North American land? The exact location is of course up to you.

Those two things i need to know before i decide how many troops to mobilize."

Patriarch Sedaht Rand listened carefully. Bjornoya did not have nearly the military capacity of the other participating nations. A small fleet lay ready at the Bjornoyan colony of Tierra del Fuego, along with a portion of the 2nd Federal Peacekeeping Army. The remainder was en-route from Bjornoyan Equitorial, and would arrive within the week.

"Emporer Haratian, although it may not be needed Bjornoyan Tierra del Fuego may be used by all friendly nations to fly reconnoissance missions or perform premilinary airstrikes. This may also be used as a rally point for the wounded."

"Bjornoyan Federal Pecekeepers could secure sectors within Chilean Tierra del Fuego and southern portions of Chile rather quickly. If we could get some air support to neutralize any potent enemy threats within the Straight of Magellan, we could mobilize our forces into the mainland."

"Mr. Bezrukov: Our intelligence reports indicate that Bolivia is under complete and total anarchy. Every city is ruled by a different militia, but what militia and under what conditions they rule in change considerably. The Purifiers- the group that sent the tape, or so we are led to believe- control the city of Potosi, and we have considerable evidence from both our own intelligence reports and Norwegian intelligence reports that the Techate Empire of Carthage is assisting them. We tried to lure the Techate out of the war by declaring they are a legitimate government, but we are getting reports of Techate ships heading for Bolivia to help the insurgents. Therefore, we are advising everyone to expect the worst and that there is a solid, unified resistance present in Bolivia. We would also like to forewarn everyone that even in the absence of such a resistance, the anarchic conditions provide a wildly unpredictable scenario, so the war won't be any easier.

"Our strategists are saying, however, that should the Techate assist one of the gangs it will be easier to draw the other gangs to our side, because now they will be facing a common enemy. Regardless, we should not underestimate the Bolivians, whether they are united or not.

"As far as using our North American land, that is granted. Send your armies to San Francisco where they can be later shipped to Bolivia."

The Emperor then addressed Bjornoyan Patriarch Rand:

"We are thankful for letting us use Tierra del Fuegan airspace, for we will all probably need it to cut down on travel time, especially from our deployments in Europe.

"As far as air support goes, you will have it. We will need to secure the airspace if we are to succeed here in Bolivia. We will also need to run through any scrambler aircraft and numerous stealth bombing missions to take out their ground defences so as to make the ground offensive easier. We are not anticipating sophisticated defence networks nor a co-ordianated network given the conditions inside the country, but we advise everyone to act as if there was one, because we are still unsure of Techate involvement in the war."

He again sat awaiting the next responses.

[OOC It’s alright, although we only use Prime Minister in Norway.]

Thomas Rothsky heard the suggestions from the Russians and Bjornoyans, as well as the Roman request to maintain the naval blockade of Chile. He sat in the situation room deep below the government building in downtown Oslo, surrounded by Minister of Defense Alvheim (FrP), Minister of Foreign Affairs Meyer (H), the head of the military General Friisvold and various other military personell. One junior officer had a notepad with a few documents on it, displaying which forces could easily be sent to assist an invasion force.

”Consider the naval blockade to remain in effect. As for assistance on the ground, I’ve managed to secure the support of the national assembly in sending troops and aircraft to help. From what my military says, we are able to send a few infantry brigades and attached tank and artillery, as well as some offensive aircraft and, of course, Special Forces, should you choose to accept them.”

Rothsky looked over at Alvheim (FrP), and received a nod of approval. The forces in question, two infantry brigades, a tank battalion, an artillery battalion, 200 Special Forces Operatives and a wing combined of fighters, tankers, transports and helicopters would be sent. That info went over the faxes to Rome, Russia, Bjornoya and Layarteb. Then Rothsky looked down at his watch. It was about time for dinner soon, the time being what it was and all. Then he decided to add something.

”As for the Carthaginian vessels we are hearing reports of, I’m ordering Norwegian subs to trail them. Unless they are attacked first, the subs will not engage the Carthaginians without express orders from Rome and Norway. Is that satisfactory to all? Also, I naturally assume that this conversation is classified as far as the world community is concerned.”

OOC: For the record, it's just a small amount of special forces that shall be entering Bolivia; at the current time, the most I would say would be 100(and by "at the current time" that doesn't mean there ARE 100 there, but in the forseable future I think 100 will be the max. There are only bout 11 in the country at the moment). Most ships going off the coast of Chile are, well, just going off the coast of Chile. However, there are plenty of ways to get weapons and equipment in that don't involve boats.

And Rome, I see what yer saying, but do you think a bunch of Bolivians would rather speak Spanish than English? I can understand if the higher ups would, but the average gang-member probably doesn't know much. At all.

IC:

Potosi, Bolivia

The leader of the group stepped forward to speak with Rodriguez. "Mr. Rodriguez, we have been ordered by the Technocratic Empire of Carthage to assist you in your fight to control Bolivia. We all have 10 years combat experience, fighting in as varied theatres such as Poland, where we fought the North Germanians, Algeria, where we were fighting Roman forces, Sicily, where we were fighting Cots, and Tajikstan, where we were fighting remnants of the Sons of the Blue Crescent, back when we were at war with them."

"We could fill any position for you. We can train your men in better tactics, for by the looks of it they are sorely needing that training. Or we can infiltrate enemy camps and cause havok. We could also 'take care' of anyone you wished dead. We could also control groups of men. We could also assist you in your strategy, if you ever plan to kick out the Romans and unite Bolivia."

Following fax was sent to all members of coalition:

RUSSIAN FEDERATION TROOPS INVOLVED IN THE BOLIVIAN OFFENSIVE

Name of the Unit:Bolivian Front

Officer in charge of the Russian Federation Forces: 3rd Army-General Leonid Pushkin

The unit layout:

Parts of the 3rd Army:

2nd Bronevaya Pehota Division:

men:11500
SOV-6: 510
LV-08PVNS: 100
Trucks:2900
T-140PVNS: 200

1st A/R Division:

Men: 2100
155mm Incinérateur Rapid Firing Artillery Gun:400
Corbulo Self-Propelled 155mm Field Gun: 200
2S4 240mm Self-Propelled mortars: 125
TOS-1: 400
Trucks/Heavier Transporting Vehicles: 950


4th and 5th PVV Battalions:

men: 2820
Tunguska AA artillery:600
Praetorian II PVNS Missile Battery: 240
Trucks/Heavier Transporting Vehicles: 960

Air force:

21st Air Attack Division:

Men: 321
Mish-11 PVVS Arhangel: 110

7th Paratrooper Division:

Men: 10000
AN-124: 100
AN-225: 52


3rd and 4th Transport Divisions:

Men: 200
AN-225: 20
HV-101 Heavy Transport Helicopters: 130

5th Ground Attack Division:

Men: 420
SAH-27A: 90
SU-39: 71
Mig-27: 63

Special Forces:

Group Alpha: 300 operatives
Group Beta: 200 operatives

Order of business: We will assemble the Bolivian Front Unit in San Francisco before dispatching it to Bolivia. The Special Forces will go ahead of the troops and infiltrate Potosi in order to extract the foreign hostages in that city. We plan to capture several enemy air fields by dropping our paratroops near the north border of Bolivia. We will use those air fields as a further staging area for the invasion and the rally points for all our troops transported via air from San Francisco.

P.S. If you have any objections notify me immediately.

Vice-President of Russian Federation,
Nikolai Bezrukov

In light of the recent massing of forces near the Layartebian-Bolivian/Chilean border, the Empire has no choice but to reinforce our border.

The Minister of Foreign Affairs

Classified: Top Secret, Eyes Only

Order of Battle, Operation “Redning“

91st Korps, Royal Norwegian Army


Infanteribrigade 16

Officers: 285
Soldiers: 4,742
Logistics: 3,169

M2008A1 Dingo APV: 482
M2025A2 Devestator AAA: 6
M2035A1 Gramstad APC: 446
M2035A4 Gramstad C2I: 18
M2035A7 Gramstad FAADV: 6
Five Ton Trucks: 798
Other Logistics: 151


Infanteribrigade 32

Officers: 285
Soldiers: 4,742
Logistics: 3,169

M2008A1 Dingo APV: 482
M2025A2 Devestator AAA: 6
M2035A1 Gramstad APC: 446
M2035A4 Gramstad C2I: 18
M2035A7 Gramstad FAADV: 6
Five Ton Trucks: 798
Other Logistics: 151


Panserregiment 73

Officers: 60
Soldiers: 551
Logistics: 390

M4A2 C2I: 8
M2008A1 Dingo APV: 56
M2025A2 Devestator AAA: 6
M2026A1 Imperator MBT: 54
M2027A2 Viking IFV: 13
M2030A1 Lion MBT: 36
M2035A7 Gramstad FAADV: 6
Logistics: 133


Artilleribataljon 14

Officers: 18
Soldiers: 266
Logistics: 70

M4A2 C2I: 1
M109A7 Paladin SPH: 36
M142A1 HIMARS MLRS: 9
M2008A1 Dingo APV: 24
Logistics: 35


Artilleribataljon 36

Officers: 18
Soldiers: 266
Logistics: 70

M4A2 C2I: 1
M109A7 Paladin SPH: 36
M142A1 HIMARS MLRS: 9
M2008A1 Dingo APV: 24
Logistics: 35


Helikopterbrigade 46

Crew: 696
Maintenance: 2 448
Logistics: 900

AH-64D Apache: 36
AH-75B Stalker: 24
AH-99B Lynx II: 12
CH-47D Chinook: 12
CH-80A Halo: 18
CH-80B Halo: 12
CH-80D Halo: 6
UH-60L Black Hawk: 72
UH-99A Lynx II: 12
Various vehicles: 500

Note These forces are to move in under Roman command, and should be earmarked for securing the release of the Norwegian hostages, using force if necessary. Other than that, they will be operating at the whim of the Roman commander.


Luftving 17, Royal Norwegian Air Force

Crew: 404
Maintenance: 2 400
Logistics: 1 500

A-10D Thunderbolt II: 6
C-17A Globemaster III: 18
C-18A Galaxy II: 8
C-130J Hercules: 12
E-5A Kami: 2
F-16CJ Wild Weasel: 12
F-22B Raptor: 6
F-37C Razor: 24
FB-22A Manta: 8
KC-10C Extender: 6

Note The aircraft and their maintenance crews should be stationed in bases away from Bolivia untill bases can be secured. Therefore they will rely on in-air refuelling to maintain their operational readiness untill we can secure bases large enough for them.



Spesielle Operasjonsgruppe 5 [HJK]

Operatives: 64
Logistics: 192

MH-60T Nighthawk: 8
Various vehicles: 14

Spesielle Operasjonsgruppe 16 [HJK]

Operatives: 64
Logistics: 192

MH-60T Nighthawk: 8
Various vehicles: 14

Spesielle Operasjonsgruppe 26 [HJK]

Operatives: 64
Logistics: 192

MH-60T Nighthawk: 8
Various vehicles: 14

Note The operatives in these units are all professionals, people who have trained for years and years to achieve their skills. They are all volunteers, and are willing to die for their King, country and people. Well trained in everything from weapons and explosives to vehicles and infiltration, one eight-man team can do what an ordinary battalion cannot. Exercise caution when using them. They may bite.
.

The Empire, in light of the Norwegian involvement, will be granting the Norwegian air force permission to land at Layartebian bases if they are damaged. However, the border will remain reinforced until the cessation of this conflict and the removal of all non-Roman forces from the areas around the border.

The Minister of Foreign Affairs

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As the Minister of Foreign Affairs made his words clear to the world, a massive armada was staging near the border. Border guards and army units flooded to the border to protect any possible invasion, especially by Russian forces. The Empire did not feel safe or comfortable with Russian forces in the area nor did they want to be caught off guard. MLRS and artillery systems staged first, with tanks, IFVs, APCs, and vehicles in front of them. Helicopters would be available for a pounding as well as aircraft.

OOC: I thought we were kind of allies why would i attack you?

IC:

We request a permission from Empire of Layatreb to allow our unarmed transporter air craft to cross into the Layatrebian airspace in order to quicker reach Bolivia.

Vice-President of Russian Federation,
Nikolai Bezrukov

OOC: I thought we were kind of allies why would i attack you?

IC:

We request a permission from Empire of Layatreb to allow our unarmed transporter air craft to cross into the Layatrebian airspace in order to quicker reach Bolivia.

Vice-President of Russian Federation,
Nikolai Bezrukov

The Empire cannot agree to allow any foreign vehicle of war or going to a war enter its airspace. This is done as a precaution against accidental disaster and against premeditated disaster. The Empire only allows members of its closest allies permission over its airspace, which manifests in The October Alliance only.

The Minister of Foreign Affairs

OOC:

The Lightning Star: Oh I know the Bolivians would actually use Spanish. I'm just saying that because English is the only language I speak fluently that's the one I want to use in this thread. If you translate everything (even if it's just OOC) then I'll be fine. Don't forget, my nation speaks Latin, not English.

Cotland: Okay. I asked because in Canada we call the Prime Minister "Right Honourable".

I also figure a map of Bolivia (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/8/82/Bl-map.png) is also in order.

IC:

Hartian sensed the dissent at the conference and asked directly the Layartebian Minister (OOC: what's his/her name?) and Bezrukov for a compromise:

"Given the logistical needs of the allies, could it be possible that the airspace be opened for the duration of the conflict or a certain amount of minutes/hours requested beforehand to facilitate the war effort? And, to Vice-President Bezrukov and anyone else in his situation, could you find some alternate path to Bolivia?"

He also took in the faxes and weighed in on them.

"So far, this is looking good. What I will say that I want to make sure every detachment sticks together and that no nation goes on a campaign of their own. I want this to be a co-ordianted effort where we all move together, because that will ensure a speedier victory."

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Potosi

(OOC: What's the name of your leader?)

As the Carthaginian leader finished, Rodriguez looked at him with a little contempt.

"How dare you suggest that we are 'badly in need of training'? We can have you all killed in a minute if you don't behave."

Just then, one of Rodriguez's men whispered a few words into his ear.

"Sorry about that. My emotions got the better of me." He smiled heartily then continued.

"How many forces will you be sending in? We have about 100 men ourselves, and, by our estimates, we'll need a lot more to secure Bolivia."

OOC: He is not the president, Bezrukov is the Vice-President.

IC:

"Finding a different route to Bolivia is not a problem to us, we can simply fly over the pacific ocean and land in Chilie after which we can proceed to Bolivia. However that would require a big change of plans on our part. We of course have obsolutely no problem with that but it would me more favorable to the campaign if we were allowed to cross Layatrebian aerospace and attack Bolivia from the North instead of the West. Of course i do recognize you Emperor Hartian as the leader in this operation, so simply put, lead us, we will provide the forces but we need you to tell us there to attack from. This is the only way i can see that this attack can be coordinated."

OOC: He is not the president, Bezrukov is the Vice-President.

IC:

"Finding a different route to Bolivia is not a problem to us, we can simply fly over the pacific ocean and land in Chilie after which we can proceed to Bolivia. However that would require a big change of plans on our part. We of course have obsolutely no problem with that but it would me more favorable to the campaign if we were allowed to cross Layatrebian aerospace and attack Bolivia from the North instead of the West. Of course i do recognize you Mr. Hartian as the leader in this operation, so simply put, lead us, we will provide the forces but we need you to tell us there to attack from. This is the only way i can see that this attack can be coordinated."

OOC: I edited the last post to read "Vice-President" instead of "President". My apologies.

I also want to say that Hartian should be referred to as either "Caesar" or "Emperor" instead of "Mr.". I guess that makes us even on the nitpicking. :D

IC:

"Well, our operations intend to start from the Chilean coast and go from there, so a westward attack is in order. We can also gather in Rio de Janeiro and attack from the east (to provide a two-front system), if this helps."

Potosi

(OOC: What's the name of your leader?)

As the Carthaginian leader finished, Rodriguez looked at him with a little contempt.

"How dare you suggest that we are 'badly in need of training'? We can have you all killed in a minute if you don't behave."

Just then, one of Rodriguez's men whispered a few words into his ear.

"Sorry about that. My emotions got the better of me." He smiled heartily then continued.

"How many forces will you be sending in? We have about 100 men ourselves, and, by our estimates, we'll need a lot more to secure Bolivia."

OOC: You can call the head of the group Major Ibrahim.

IC:

Aware that he may have been a bit too blunt, "Ibrahim" apologised. "I am sorry for the comment, sir. I am not skilled in the area of relations with other humans. I leave that to Mahmoud."

Now that he had made his apology, he adressed the question Rodriguez gave. "Sir, at the moment we are sending in only 100 men. This is due to the fact that Rome and Carthage recently made peace, so we cannot give as much support as planned."

Although he saw Rodriguez sink a little bit out of dissapointment, Ibrahim continued. "However, the 100 men being sent in are experts and creating dissent. Potosi is a large town, of over 100,000 people. I am certain we could raise an army large enough seize control of the rest of the Department (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/7f/Bolivia-Potosi.png). With the rest of the department under your control, you would have control of the vital mines in the area, as well as nearly a million people. You could raise a large army indeed, up to 10,000 men. From there, you have more choices."

"You could solidify your control of the Department, go North to try and capture La Paz, or you could go east and capture the Tarija department and the Chuquisaca (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chuquisaca) department, which as you know contains Sucre. You could then raise an army of up to 50,000 men. That would be a fair amount, and with that you could capture the rest of Bolivia, although I would advise staying put for a while, to train the men and build up defences. The entire department could be brought under your control in less than 3 days, and you could take the Southern Departments in a week. Taking La Paz would take around 3 weeks, however."

OOC: You can call the head of the group Major Ibrahim.

IC:

Aware that he may have been a bit too blunt, "Ibrahim" apologised. "I am sorry for the comment, sir. I am not skilled in the area of relations with other humans. I leave that to Mahmoud."

Now that he had made his apology, he adressed the question Rodriguez gave. "Sir, at the moment we are sending in only 100 men. This is due to the fact that Rome and Carthage recently made peace, so we cannot give as much support as planned."

Although he saw Rodriguez sink a little bit out of dissapointment, Ibrahim continued. "However, the 100 men being sent in are experts and creating dissent. Potosi is a large town, of over 100,000 people. I am certain we could raise an army large enough seize control of the rest of the Department (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/7/7f/Bolivia-Potosi.png). With the rest of the department under your control, you would have control of the vital mines in the area, as well as nearly a million people. You could raise a large army indeed, up to 10,000 men. From there, you have more choices."

"You could solidify your control of the Department, go North to try and capture La Paz, or you could go east and capture the Tarija department and the Chuquisaca (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chuquisaca) department, which as you know contains Sucre. You could then raise an army of up to 50,000 men. That would be a fair amount, and with that you could capture the rest of Bolivia, although I would advise staying put for a while, to train the men and build up defences. The entire department could be brought under your control in less than 3 days, and you could take the Southern Departments in a week. Taking La Paz would take around 3 weeks, however."

"It is quite okay, Major," said Rodriguez, "Consider us even," he said with a hearty chuckle.

"Let's get started on this training. We don't have much time."

Ottawa

Trying to speed the proceedings along, the Caesar threw a new option out for the Allies to consider, especially considering his Praetor Legatus (OOC: General) Primus Julius Emitrius just handed him his assessment of the planned Bolivian invasion.

(OOC: I didn't realize until just yesterday I could do this)

"Okay, I got wind of a new strategy from my General. Here's what we'll do (unless anyone has any better ideas):

"We'll have two fronts: one from Rio de Janeiro and another from Iquique. This way, Bolivia can be attacked (and accessed) from both sides of South America).

"Does anyone have any other suggestions or ideas?"

Potosi

(OOC: TLS, let me know if I have any details wrong)

The Techate rebels were true to their word in training Rodriguez and his men, but it was hard work. The Purifiers spent night and day training hard in tactics like ambushes, camouflage and shooting, as well as how to best use their surroundings. They had already known that the big armies were effectively useless in the big cities where the buildings would get in the way of huge tank deployments, but the Carthaginians' reinforcement of that idea spiked the Purifiers' confidence level skyward.

At the end of one long training session, Maria and Rodriguez spoke to each other concerning the training in their headquaters in the heart of the city. They would embark soon on a path of conquest that could eventually take all of Bolivia, if not more, but Maria had his doubts.

"Cristobal, aren't you a little worried about the Carthaginians? We've seemed to immerse them quite a bit in our group," said Maria.

"Relax. So far they're behaving," said Rodriguez. "Besides, there's only 100 of them- we can handle them if they do, and they know that." Rodriguez paused before continuing. "Besides, one day we will rule the world," he finished, before grinning.

I assume these are the two major fronts? Bjornoyan Federal Peacekeepers will have a much easier time if they seized the Chilean section of Tierra del Fuego, and moved up the southern coast of Chile from Punta Arenas. Of course we will send our support to the Iquique front as well to assist with securing Bolivia.

I assume these are the two major fronts? Bjornoyan Federal Peacekeepers will have a much easier time if they seized the Chilean section of Tierra del Fuego, and moved up the southern coast of Chile from Punta Arenas. Of course we will send our support to the Iquique front as well to assist with securing Bolivia.

"If you'll allow us, we can have a third ront from Tierra del Fuego. I just want to make sure we're all united on this".

OOC: in the Empire, titles are more important than names.

The Minister of Foreign Affairs muted the phone and looked around. He read everyone's mind. "The Empire cannot allow foreign tools of war to enter or transit its airspace. In order to protect the safety of our people and the security of our borders we cannot allow such a thing."

"If you'll allow us, we can have a third front from Tierra del Fuego. I just want to make sure we're all united on this".

"Of course, so long as interaction between foreign forces and the Bjornoyan local populace is limited. We do not wish to frighten our precious citizens. If all goes to plan we will not be on Tierra del Fuego for long. We will mobilize the bulk of our forces into Punta Arenas once the island of Tierra del Fuego is secured."

OOC: in the Empire, titles are more important than names.

The Minister of Foreign Affairs muted the phone and looked around. He read everyone's mind. "The Empire cannot allow foreign tools of war to enter or transit its airspace. In order to protect the safety of our people and the security of our borders we cannot allow such a thing."

OOC: It just felt weird always saying "Minister", so I figured the Minister would have a name. This a man or a woman? I suppose it's an anti-accountability issue, right?

IC:

"Is there anything we do- i.e., a pledge, a signed document, etc.- that can change the Empire's mind a little? We all have citizens to save, and they shouldn't be lost to bureaucracy."

Hartian now had the sneaking suspicion that the Layartebians were trying to sabotoge the whole campaign, but he didn't want to make any direct accusations, for the Minister did make legitimate concerns, even if he was being too overprotective.

OOC: It just felt weird always saying "Minister", so I figured the Minister would have a name. This a man or a woman? I suppose it's an anti-accountability issue, right?

IC:

"Is there anything we do- i.e., a pledge, a signed document, etc.- that can change the Empire's mind a little? We all have citizens to save, and they shouldn't be lost to bureaucracy."

Hartian now had the sneaking suspicion that the Layartebians were trying to sabotoge the whole campaign, but he didn't want to make any direct accusations, for the Minister did make legitimate concerns, even if he was being too overprotective.

"Unfortunately the presence of a pledge or a signed document does little to prevent an accident, hence why the word existed. We do not believe any nation would intentionally cause a problem but accidents are possible. With the presence of foreign military equipment landing in the backyards of citizens of the Empire comes unrest that we will avoid having if we can help it."

Potosi

(OOC: TLS, let me know if I have any details wrong)

The Techate rebels were true to their word in training Rodriguez and his men, but it was hard work. The Purifiers spent night and day training hard in tactics like ambushes, camouflage and shooting, as well as how to best use their surroundings. They had already known that the big armies were effectively useless in the big cities where the buildings would get in the way of huge tank deployments, but the Carthaginians' reinforcement of that idea spiked the Purifiers' confidence level skyward.

At the end of one long training session, Maria and Rodriguez spoke to each other concerning the training in their headquaters in the heart of the city. They would embark soon on a path of conquest that could eventually take all of Bolivia, if not more, but Maria had his doubts.

"Cristobal, aren't you a little worried about the Carthaginians? We've seemed to immerse them quite a bit in our group," said Maria.

"Relax. So far they're behaving," said Rodriguez. "Besides, there's only 100 of them- we can handle them if they do, and they know that." Rodriguez paused before continuing. "Besides, one day we will rule the world," he finished, before grinning.

OOC: This is completely fine. If you want to initiate phase two (conquering the rest of the department), go ahead.

Potosi Department

Rodriguez's Carthaginian-trained men wasted no time following their training to go on a path of conquest. Within a day, the entire Potosi Department fell to Rodriguez and his men, and they had already started working on the Chuquisaca Department, which, if they could take it would contain the Bolivian constitutional capital of Sucre. Resistance was building, as more and more gangs rallied together to meet Rodriguez's threat, but now Rodriguez had a stable base for which to build a proper Potosian army.

With the assault on Sucre looming, the Bolivian national government couldn't help but notice. The Bolivian Army- a ragtag group no better than Rodriguez's guerillas- was ordered into service, marching on Sucre immediately. The Bolivian Government was going to make one last stand for its own country, even though it had little real support.

Rome

Primus Julius Emitrius, the Roman Praetor Legatus (OOC: General), monitored the situation in Bolivia by the second, though the inactivity in the country didn't make him lose much sleep. However, the newest images from Bolivia would change all that- suddenly, a group in Bolivia seemed to be powerful, so the Romans had to act quickly. He rifled an urgent telegram to the Emperor in Ottawa, who then later relayed it to the gathered Allies.

"The situation is critical. The time to act is now," concluded the telegram, which couldn't have summed it up in any other way.

Potosi Department

Rodriguez's Carthaginian-trained men wasted no time following their training to go on a path of conquest. Within a day, the entire Potosi Department fell to Rodriguez and his men, and they had already started working on the Chuquisaca Department, which, if they could take it would contain the Bolivian constitutional capital of Sucre. Resistance was building, as more and more gangs rallied together to meet Rodriguez's threat, but now Rodriguez had a stable base for which to build a proper Potosian army.

With the assault on Sucre looming, the Bolivian national government couldn't help but notice. The Bolivian Army- a ragtag group no better than Rodriguez's guerillas- was ordered into service, marching on Sucre immediately. The Bolivian Government was going to make one last stand for its own country, even though it had little real support.

Rome

Primus Julius Emitrius, the Roman Praetor Legatus (OOC: General), monitored the situation in Bolivia by the second, though the inactivity in the country didn't make him lose much sleep. However, the newest images from Bolivia would change all that- suddenly, a group in Bolivia seemed to be powerful, so the Romans had to act quickly. He rifled an urgent telegram to the Emperor in Ottawa, who then later relayed it to the gathered Allies.

"The situation is critical. The time to act is now," concluded the telegram, which couldn't have summed it up in any other way.


Overlooking Sucre
Major Ibrahim used his night-vision binoculars to look at the rag-tag army of what was the "national" government of Bolivia. A few thousand militiamen, armed with AK-Z rifles, RPG-7's, and the like, were encamped outside the city for the night. The perfect target... thought Ibrahim. 40 of his comrades had moved ahead of the main Purifier army. Although the Purifiers had many enemies, their superior weapons and training overwhelmed their enemies, and they had won many supporters. To soften up the defenders before the main host arrived, the Major hand-picked 40 men and decide to wake the Bolivian army a bit early...

At 3:00 A.M, 40 rockets were lobbed into the Nationalist camp. They were followed by at least 80 grenades, 20 of which were incendiary. As men came rushing out of their tents to look at what was going on, 10 well-placed snipers targeted those who looked in command and promtly shot out their brains. Within 10 minutes, the attack was over. The Nationalist army was in disorder; with men fearing for their lives. Many who weren't killed or wounded simply fled. With the majority of the good officers gone, there weren't enough people to try and convince them to stay. The Major, satisfied with the work he had done, had decided to re-join the main army, which would be attacking soon.

The Purifiers, thus, had an easy time of it in Sucre, securing the city in minutes. The gang quickly entered the Bolivian Supreme Court where it issued a televised statement to the nation, declaring that they were "the true and legitimate government in Bolivia. We are thus demandng the Bolivian Government to surrender unconditionally to us within 24 hours, and if this is not met, La Paz will be reduced to rubble."

Soon after the televised broadcast, Rodriguez took Ibrahim aside and spoke to him about the campaign. "It was great what you did there, but let us try to stick together. If we are to succeed in our goal we must stick together."

This is Leonid Pushkin speaking. I was put in charge of the Bolivian front aka the Russian Federation armed forces unit participating in the invasion of Bolivia. Gospodin Vice-President had to attend to some other business, i have his full jurisdiction on this matter. It recently became apparent to us, who the leader of the Purifiers is atleast by visual identification. The televised transmission with a demand for Bolivian government to surrender pointed to us the location of the head of the Purifiers. I suggest that we strike that building with a cruise missile thus cutting the head of the snake, this should make the job of our soldiers on the ground easier.

So, who wants to have a stray cruise missile hit an EOL border post on the border (obviously that is where it would be)?

This is Leonid Pushkin speaking. I was put in charge of the Bolivian front aka the Russian Federation armed forces unit participating in the invasion of Bolivia. Gospodin Vice-President had to attend to some other business, i have his full jurisdiction on this matter. It recently became apparent to us, who the leader of the Purifiers is atleast by visual identification. The televised transmission with a demand for Bolivian government to surrender pointed to us the location of the head of the Purifiers. I suggest that we strike that building with a cruise missile thus cutting the head of the snake, this should make the job of our soldiers on the ground easier.

Hartian, realizing the proceedings were taking far too long, agreed. "Do it. We shall then start the bombing campaign then with our own units and anyone else that wants to join in. We will then invade on the two fronts I mentioned before. Norway, converge with Bolivian Legions 3 & 4 at Rio de Janeiro. Russia, meet up with Bolivian Legions 1 & 2 at San Francisco, to fly south to Iquique. Bjornoya, you'll meet with Bolivian Legion 5 in Tierra del Fuego. We still have some time to work on the details so the bombing campaign can finish, so if anyone has any better ideas then raise them now. Otherwise, this is the final plan."

So, who wants to have a stray cruise missile hit an EOL border post on the border (obviously that is where it would be)?

OOC: Trying to make things interesting?

Hartian, realizing the proceedings were taking far too long, agreed. "Do it. We shall then start the bombing campaign then with our own units and anyone else that wants to join in. We will then invade on the two fronts I mentioned before. Norway and Russia, converge with Bolivian Legions 3 & 4 at Rio de Janeiro. Layarteb, meet up with Bolivian Legions 1 & 2 at Arica, directly south of Peru. Bjornoya, you'll meet with Bolivian Legion 5 in Tierra del Fuego. We still have some time to work on the details so the bombing campaign can finish, so if anyone has any better ideas then raise them now. Otherwise, this is the final plan."

We will? The EOL is not participating in the seige of Bolivia, we are merely reinforcing our own border.

We will? The EOL is not participating in the seige of Bolivia, we are merely reinforcing our own border.

OOC: I thought you were assisting....it's been a long day...I'll make the edits later.

Offical Announcement by the Technocratic Empire of Carthage

The Technocratic Empire of Carthage hereby recognizes the government of Bolivia, headed by Mr. Rodriguez. We have established diplomatic ties with the new government.

OOC: I plan to pull a "Spanish Civil War"-esque move here, by not offically supporting the Purifiers, but raising Volunteer Brigades, that will serve under Bolivian Control, not mine, to help. And the Volunteer Brigades will just so happen to armed with Technate army surplus (I.E. CAF-1 fighters (http://www.globalsecurity.org/military/world/china/fc-1.htm), Al-Khalid tanks (http://www.globalsecurity.org/military/world/pakistan/mbt-2000.htm), AK-Zs, some Shaheen Missiles (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Shaheen_missile)...)

OOC: I thought you were assisting....it's been a long day...I'll make the edits later.

Edits made.

Mayor (Major) Abrahimov was looking outside the cockpit window of his Mish-11PVVS. He was tired, behind him were thousands of kilometers of ocean and three in-air refuelings, yet still he was focused. As he was watching the horizon ahead he kept an eye on the array of LCD screens positioned infront of him. One of them showed the VRPB model, it had all the information Mayor needed to kill his enemy and not fly into a mountain. It showed every registered military and civilian unit on the ground and in the air and it showed the relief of the whole earth. Right now it was showing a city devided into a hundred sub-sections, the objective information was on a screen to the right of the one showing VRPB model. Suddenly that screen blinked green and the buttom line showing the target status that read: Объект в недосегаемости (Object outside of range, trans. not literal), changed to saying: Объект в зоне обстрела (Object within the range, trans. not literal). It was time to contact the command.

"Pchela to command....pchela to command....target within range...i repeat target within range"

"We read you pchela, you have permission to engage your mark, await confirmation in 5 minutes after firing. Confirmed?"

"Confirmed. Pchela out."

Abrahimov's job was easy now, he pressed on one of the 3D cubic subsections on his LCD screen and zoomed in, to see the Supreme Court of Sucre. He pressed on the building icon and it changed its color from red designating it as enemy territory to red interchanging with yellow dashes, designating that it has been targeted. Without further thinking, Mayor pressed the fire button on his controll stick and a BrahMos cruise missile took of from the aircraft's belly and flew into the darkening sky.

OOC: I am going to let you respond to the cruise missile attack RomeW, i targeted the Supreme Court from there the television transmission was issued, you can still save Rodrigues, of course.

Russian Federation armed forces are on air route to Rio de Janeiro. The initial force shall consist of 10000 paratroopers with T-04 paradropable tanks and other vehicles, the rest of the force will come in later. We suggest that your highness or one of the other participating nations secures Rio de Jenairo by the time we arrive. We are unable to maintain any sort of a naval pressence in the area at this time so our only way of transporting troops is by air.

-Leonid Pushkin

Russian Federation armed forces are on air route to Rio de Janeiro. The initial force shall consist of 10000 paratroopers with T-04 paradropable tanks and other vehicles, the rest of the force will come in later. We suggest that your highness or one of the other participating nations secures Rio de Jenairo by the time we arrive. We are unable to maintain any sort of a naval pressence in the area at this time so our only way of transporting troops is by air.

-Leonid Pushkin

"Rio de Janeiro will be secure by the time you land there, have no worries. Russia can also use San Francisco as a stoppover to Chile, if this is a better arrangement for the time being."

Rio de Janeiro, Brazil

The city that was once known for its pristine beaches underwent a complete transformation since the Romans declared war on Bolivia. Within minutes, the Roman Avii (OOC: Air Force) began bombardments on Brazil's largest city, and several hours later, the Romans managed to land the 3 & 4 Bolivian Legions. Resistance was fierce but disorganized, meaning it was no match for the superiorly-trained Roman Forces with the city falling by dusk.

By the next day, Rio's airport was being transformed into an Avii base. It would be needed to accommodate the Air Forces of not just the Roman invasion force but also that of the Russians and the Norweigians, although the Romans did not anticipate many problems.

Potosi

The cruise missile hit the Supreme Court building with such a force that Rodriguez did not know what hit his men. The missile tore a hole through the eastern side, almost levelling it completely. He was able to escape, but 20 of his men perished in the blast.

"They have crossed Bolivia for the last time," Rodriguez snarled as he stared at the burning wreckage.

The Bjornoyan Federal fleet started its bombardment of the minor Chilean defenses located in Tierra del Fuego. A battleship, two missle cruisers, along with the airwing from the carrier Inspiration provided the most assistance, taking care of aerial reconaisance and guide missile strikes. 3 Bjornoyan Federal Peacekeeping Divisions were entirelly mobilized from Bjornoyan Equitorial, comprising roughly 55,000 personnel with logistics. 223 Marder APCs, 146 Leopard MBTs, 42 howitzers, and 132 M2011 Scouts would be used by the federal troops. Once the island was secured, the federal fleet should have cleared the Straight of Magellan, and the troops would begin the tedious task of transporting their equipment and supplies across the waterway to the mainland. A third of the 3rd Federal Peacekeeping Division would stay behind in Tierra del Fuego, approximatelly 5,000 soldiers. The rest would be used to secure Chile, moving along the coast hopefully with the support of allied naval units blockading the region.

The Bjornoyan citizenry in Tierra del Fuego honored the Federal Peacekeepers with flowers, chocolates, and pictures made by children from the local elementary schools. The Federal Peacekeepers viewed the gifts with cold stoicism; they were neither bred nor educated to feel for such things. The act stemmed more from a sense of obligation by the citizenry rather than the will to cheer up their soldiers. The Federal Peacekeepers were the vanguards not of the nation of Bjornoya, but the citizens of it. From a young age they had choosen this path, and were trained and re-educated to view the world in ways unintelligible by the normal populace. Their drone-like manner reflected their namesake; they were peacekeepers, there was nothing exciting about them.

As the soldiers captured the first sections of Tierra del Fuego, the Chilean citizenry was obviously nervous. They saw these soldier marching through their villages, driving down their streets, walking into their buildings. The Peacekeepers di not say a word, did not fire a shot, they just stood at their designated outposts. The Chileans wondered what life was going to be like under the supervision of these soldiers, and how long it was going to last.

Offical Statement by the Technocratic Empire of Carthage

We have recieved word that the Supreme Court of the Rightful Government of Bolivia has been attacked by a cruise missile. This was obviously sent by a foreign power, and we want answers immediatly. Before you started bombing them, there was a chance for a peaceful resolution to this problem. Now, however, you have doomed the continent of South America.

Casablanca, Morroco

The airstrips of Casablanca were alive with action. Over 50,000 members of the Imperial Army had signed up for the Volunteer Brigades, and they were about to ship out. As soon as the men stepped on to the planes, they were legally soldiers of the Bolivian Army, so that legally left the Technocratic Empire safe. The entire break-down of the army was this:

First Volunteer Corps (40,000 men):
1st Volunteer Mechanized Division(20,000 men)
2nd Volunteer Mechanized Division (20,000 men)

Volunteer Airforce of Bolivia(2,000 men):
800 CAF-1 fighters
436 C-130 transports
50 A400m transports

Other Equipment:
5 Shaheen Missiles
30 Al-Khalid Tanks

Total Logistics:
250,000 People (Note: Many of these are Bolivian civilians, being supervised by Volunteers)

Already, the entire First Volunteer Corps was in the air and flying towards Bolivia. After the infantry had arrived, the armor would be sent as well. In order to avoid being shot-down by a hostile nation, the C-130's were heavily guarded, and were being escorted by the CAF-1's the entire trip (they would be re-fueled in flight). For many volunteers, they thought this was the start of a great adventure.

Boy, were they wrong.

Brazil
For the Norwegians, it wasn't too long a way to travel. The aircraft were flown to Macapá and Belém Hovedflystasjoner, or air force bases, where they transported the troops from the area to Rio. The Norwegians had committed four brigades and two battalions to the campaign, as well as a healthy air contingent. In addition, they had committed almost 200 SOFs to the campaign.

Now, the 16th and 32nd infantry brigades were being shipped to Rio using C-5s, C-17s, C-18s and C-130s. They were escorted by roughly 100 F-37C Razor fighters stationed in the Brazilian holdings. The news of the Carthaginian forces being deployed seriously concerned the Norwegians. Their CAF-1 fighters were, while not the best fighters in the world, deadly adversaries. However, a missile or two would take them out of the skies. They always did.

Within 24 hours, the 91st Corps would be ready to move out.


Off Chile
The Norwegian Navys Pacific Fleet had arrived, and were now about to start shelling the heck out of the Chilean defenses. Two Ragnarok [Flight II] class battleships and six Tiger class battlecruisers were training their guns at positions located by satellites and UAVs. The weapons that the Norwegians brought to bare less than a minute later made the ground shake. 16" and 14" projectiles slammed into the defenses, destroying them. RGM-203A Imsdal cruise missiles also were fired. The majority of the missiles were fired at Chilean defense positions, while some were fired at Bolivian defense positions known to be occupied by the rebels. The missiles travelled at Mach 7, so they would be very hard to shoot down.

Skies were getting brighter as the 7th Desantnaya Devizia (paratrooper division) was landing in Rio-De-Janeiro in full force. The mighty AN-124 aircaft were unloading douzens of T-04A paradropable tanks. The 10000 paratroopers of the 7th devision were being preped for battle, their comrades from the 3rd Army and Air Force would come in later.

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-In response to the official statement of Technocratic Empire of Carthage-

We the Russian Federation claim full responsibility for the BrahMos cruise missile that hit the Supreme Court building in Bolivian Capital, Potosi. We have issued our ultimatum to the gang of Purifiers who still keep Russian citizens hostage. Our demands were reasonable, we asked for discontinuation of the attrocities being committed by the Purifiers and freedom for all those they hold hostage. We did not receive a response neither were our demands met. That being such we have no choice but to wage war on Bolivia. Russian Federation wants it to be known that we are capable and will protect our citizens.

-President of Russian Federation,
Vladimir Ivanov

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Parts of the 21st Air Attack division after being grounded and refueled at the Rio airport were now devided into groups of 12 aircraft scouting over Bolivia, and engaging hostile targets. Their main mission was however to provide escort for R/C-R recoinessance aircraft that were collecting data that will be used to update the VRPB models for the ground and air forces involved in this conflict. In this war Russian Federation armed forces will see the enemy coming before he knows that he is coming.

Uberly-highly Encrypted Message to Rodriguez, from the Emperor of Carthage

My good friend Rodriguez, I believe it is time for you to let free the hostages.
I understand you may have some objections, but you must give them up to solidify your position. If you release them, it will grant you time to build up your defences, and enough time for the Volunteer Corps to arrive.

Sneaky Layarteb

Puerto Heath, Bolivia

Roman, Russian, and other forces assisting with the take over of Peru were firing and fighting with fervor and fury. The Empire was, thus far, sitting at the border, with a massive force established, just incase anyone got too greedy. But greed wasn't on the minds of the enemies, it was on the minds of the Layartebians. There was one town, sitting right on the border of Peru and Bolivia that was of crucial importance. The town was Puerto Heath, a small river town, on the Madre de Dios, a river rich in gold deposits. There weren't more than a thousand people in the river village but there was a major reserve there, which held at least two hundred billion dollars of Pelepian gold, which was part of their reserve.

http://wbln0018.worldbank.org/LAC/lacinfoclient.nsf/d29684951174975c85256735007fef12/79263dccff31a67a85256dcd007d22c7/$FILE/BOLIVIA%20-%2029874.jpg

The presence of this gold had only been learned recently and thus it was why the ILM had amassed such a large presence on the border, particularly this area. The town was so close to the Layartebian border that Roman and Russian forces coming near the town was a touchy subject. The close proximity of the town to the Layartebian border was a major international relations nightmare. This would be used to the advantage of the Layartebians. The presence of $200B was a lot but in comparison to the entire reserve of the Pelepian treasury, it was nothing but a mere speck of money.

The plan for taking the town was going to be done fast and quick. Forty-eight SOF SEALs would attack the village from Mark V SOC craft, coming down the river and attacking the village, which was situated on either side of the river. A pair of C-130J Hercules would drop two dozen M2021A1 FPVs on the north and south of the village, dropping from 500 feet AGL. Another pair of C-130J Hercules would drop thirty-six SOF Recon Force Marines each. The last part would involve a convoy of some one hundred 5-ton trucks, a dozen M2006A2 Emperor MBTs, twenty M2015A1 Cobra APCs, twelve M2015A2 Cobra MRTRs, twelve M2015A3 Cobra ATs, eight M2016A1 LAADSs, twenty-four M2008A1 Dingo APVs, and twenty-four M2010A1 Bushmaster IMVs. With this massive convoy would be some two hundred vehicles, four hundred and ninety-six crewmen, and five hundred and fifty-two soldiers. They would be escorted by a pair of AH-94A Stalkers, four UH-96A Panthers, two AH-64D Apache Longbows, two RAH-66A Commanches, and four UH-98A Eagles.

The armada moved across the border at 1900, the sun down, with a mere four miles to the village from the border. The SOFs moved across already, all one hundred and twenty. The C-130Js moved over the air prior, low-level, moving at three hundred and ninety miles per hour, at a mere 1,000 feet AGL. They were escorted by a pair of F-22A Raptors each and were well under the cover of border-based SAM sites. Artillery rockets on the border in MLRS units and in 155mm units opened fire as well. At least fifty 155mm shells would land on the village before the C-130s ever airdropped their forces. MLRS rockets were held fast, for now, but they were available.

The Mark V SOCs moved down the river at a blistering 40 knots, convering on the village in under eight minutes after they left. The ground convoy, assembled at the base, would begin moving once the village was secured. The SOFs would shoot anyone with a gun or who offered resistance. Those that didn't would be captured and brought out of the village, back across the border. The one hundred five-ton trucks would be used to transport both them and the gold. They estimated that they needed about forty vehicles to transport the gold, the rest could be loaded with passengers.

OOC: The price of gold as of yesterday was $491.90/ounce. So at $200,000,000,000 that is 4,065,867 ounces or 254,116.7 pounds so that is 6,352.92 pounds per truck (very doable).

OOC:

Layarteb: I see- that's what you're after. Do you intend on keeping the town? Because I do want to get *all* of Bolivia here.

The Lightning Star: Peace? I'm not going to ruin my Army's first chance at a butt-kicking!

I should have also mentioned this earlier but "Bolivia" will also correspond to Chile and southern Brazil as well, since I'm also taking them.

IC:

La Paz

The Bolivian Congress, seeing its own country devolving into chaos, felt that it had no other choice but to resign. It voted by a count of 171-1 to hand over control to a foreign power for it to restore order in their desolate country, a move that was approved by the Bolivian Senate by a count of 47-0.

In a letter to Roman Emperor Rodin Hartian, Bolivian President Eduardo Rodriguez (no relation to Cristobal) formally asked to join the Roman Union and thus gain Dominion Status in the Roman Empire. He had hoped that his request would still allow him to govern while the Romans, deft administators and law enforcers, would help him revive the country. Hartian presented the matter to the Senate, who each voted to accept Bolivia into the Union.

The next day, Rodriguez's government would face its final crisis. Early in the morning, right after the Bolivian Congress began what would be its last session, a gang called The Warriors of Bolivia stormed the legislature and opened fire on all the sitting politicians. Not one was left alive after the Warriors finished their rampage, ending the paper regime of Rodriguez violently and quickly.

The Warriors' actions promptly put Bolivia in the midst of a civil war, for now their leader, Rodrigo Hernandez, went on TV and declared himself the true leader of Bolivia, publically denouncing Cristobal Hector Rodriguez in Sucre. He also put himself squarely against Rome and its allies, declaring them "true enemies of the Bolivian State".

Promptly after learning of the death of Eduardo Rodriguez (the government the Romans recognized), the Roman Empire released documentation of the Bolivian entrance into the Union and the following statement:

Press Release

Dear Members of the International Community,

Following the untimely death of Bolivian President Eduardo Rodriguez, the Roman Empire is hereby formally announcing it will annex the Dominion of Bolivia directly to its territory temporarily so that we can restore order to the country and pave the way for the election of a new President. Democracy cannot take place under Bolivia's current conditions and we are thus acting accordingly.

Caesar Gaius Romanus Rodinus Hartianus

End Release

Brazil

As the Romans attempted to proceed southward to take Sao Paulo, Rodriguez and his men marched toward the Pacific Chilean coast in order to provide a base for which the Carthaginian reinforcements could arrive. They eventually reached a point 100 miles south of Iquique, establishing a firm base for the Carthaginians to operate. The reinforcements would arrive soon, Rodriguez hoped.

OOC: Have to cut it off here because I have to go.

OOC: No I do not plan on keeping the town. I just want the gold stored there. Pelep had like $40T or something in his treasurery so I figured $200B was nothing you know.

Puerto Heath, Bolivia

Colonel Lee Archer, of the Imperial Layartebian Special Forces, particularly the SEALs, was in charge of the operation against Puerto Heath. His SEALs were already in the town, having deboarded their Mark V Special Operations Craft. All forty-eight of them were moving quickly through the town, half on the north of the river and the other half on the south. Recon Force Marines, on the other hand, were moving towards the town from the north and the south, closing off and pinching the town. They moved quickly on M2021A1 Fast Patrol Vehicles (FPVs), armed with an M31A2 HMG with 560 rounds and a M35A1 LMG with 2,000 rounds. Three men manned the vehicles, one to driver, one to operate the HMG, and the other to operate the LMG. They stored grenades and equipment along side the vehicles. With a top speed of 82 miles per hour, the FPVs were amazing in their potential. The Marines only got them up to 60 miles per hour when they attacked the village, moving in and scaring the villagers dead.

There was some shooting right off the bat. Pelepian soldiers who had heard about the Layartebian conquests in Ireland and Peru now believed they were being attacked for the same purpose. They were only half right. The Empire was attacking them but not for the purpose of conquest, for the purpose of bullion. There were about sixty-four soldiers stationed in the village, half of them directly watching the federal reserve bunker. The rest were scattered but since the boats and the FPVs arrived, they were now grouping together. Villagers were armed too, mostly with hunting rifles and shotguns, but they were unrelenting. The 120 SOFs in the village were more than was necessary.

The river banks, two mounted machnine gun nests had to be suppressed, both with M34A1 SLATDW missiles, shoulder fired. The missiles pierced right through the sandbags and exploded, killing two men at each nest. The explosions alerted the remainder of the village. As the men left their boats, their M37A1 SACs and M30A3 Carbines shouldered and ready, shots and tracers erupted through the night. Snipers immediately hit the deck and, using their night vision, identified fourteen soldiers scattered along the banks, firing aimlessly at the boats. In fourteen, well placed shots, six from an M40A1 Sniper Rifle and the rest from an M38A2 SAR, the fourteen men were done for. Those who had been hit by the powerful 12.7 x 99mm BMG bullets of the M38A2 were split in half or otherwise pasted to the wall, with little left of themselves to identify.

Throughout the remainder of the village, fourteen more soldiers were scattered, armed with RPG-7 rocket launchers, assault rifles, light machine guns, and grenade launchers. At least a hundred villagers popped out with hunting rifles and shotugns as well. While the soldiers had night vision, the villagers did not, giving them a terrible disadvantage against the elite SOFs. As the SOFs moved through the village in teams of eight, they checked structures, windows, rooftops, and corners, firing occassionally. Their weapons were unsuppressed so every shot was heard.

Coming down from the north, the Marines were a little late. They rode into the village, guns blazing against angry, armed, lunatic villagers. Unfortunately though, they weren't as lucky as the SEALs. It would be their day, not the Marines. Though they were part of the same branch, recruited from the same branch, they were very different, especially in their roles. Recon Force was more a reconnaissance group, trained for LRRPs, target detection and acquisition, and stealth. SEALs were born and bread for assaults, in addition to reconnaissance and all the duties of the Recon Force Marines. The only difference was that SEALs came out of the ILN and the Recon Force Marines came out of the Marines, also a part of the ILN. However, to be a Recon Force Marine, one had to be a Marine.

OOC: Rome- when I said "peace", I was being wordy :D

IC:
Offical Statement by the Technocratic Empire of Carthage
We stand by our decision to recognize the government of President Rodriguez, with it's capital at Sucre. In response to this blatant uni-lateral move by Rome, we hereby recall our ambassador from Roman territory, and impose economic sanctions on their nation (OOC: Mind you, it just prevents me from trading with you, not anyone else), and we are closing all Imperial ports to Roman vessels (OOC: which could be problematic, seeing how I control the central mediterranean). When Rome ends it's Imperialistic streak and decides to recognize the rightful government of Bolivia, we shall end all economci sanctions on their nation.

OOC: Rome- when I said "peace", I was being wordy :D

IC:
Offical Statement by the Technocratic Empire of Carthage
We stand by our decision to recognize the government of President Rodriguez, with it's capital at Sucre. In response to this blatant uni-lateral move by Rome, we hereby recall our ambassador from Roman territory, and impose economic sanctions on their nation (OOC: Mind you, it just prevents me from trading with you, not anyone else), and we are closing all Imperial ports to Roman vessels (OOC: which could be problematic, seeing how I control the central mediterranean). When Rome ends it's Imperialistic streak and decides to recognize the rightful government of Bolivia, we shall end all economci sanctions on their nation.

OOC: You don't control the Strait of Gibraltar (Hawdawg controls it), nor the northern Mediterranean coast (that's North Germania). So I'm not stuck.

OOC: You don't control the Strait of Gibraltar (Hawdawg controls it), nor the northern Mediterranean coast (that's North Germania). So I'm not stuck.

OOC: I control the central mediterranean. I control Sicily, Tunisia, and Southern Italy. (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/Thelightningstar/Theproof.jpg) To get shipping through the mediterranean, you have to get past me. My territorial waters extend that far.

Not to mention, I control the largest city in the world, which is, consequentially, the hub of the mediterranean. If I shut you off from Carthage, your economy = t3h ouch. Yes, my economy gets hurt as well, but yours more-so. And THEN there's the fact that about 1/3 of the ports on the mediterranean have been closed to your shipping. AND I control the land just opposite of Gibraltar, so if your ships stray a bit to the south...

OOC: I control the central mediterranean. I control Sicily, Tunisia, and Southern Italy. (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v626/Thelightningstar/Theproof.jpg) To get shipping through the mediterranean, you have to get past me. My territorial waters extend that far.

Not to mention, I control the largest city in the world, which is, consequentially, the hub of the mediterranean. If I shut you off from Carthage, your economy = t3h ouch. Yes, my economy gets hurt as well, but yours more-so. And THEN there's the fact that about 1/3 of the ports on the mediterranean have been closed to your shipping. AND I control the land just opposite of Gibraltar, so if your ships stray a bit to the south...

I still have a route, even if it's small. Besides, the invasion force is coming from North America, not Rome.

Back in Voronej President Ivanov was getting annoyed with the slow progress of the operation in Bolivia.

"What i am concerned with gospodin Bezrukov is that it has already been days since our troops arrived to Bolivia and the hostages are yet to be freed."

"Volodia, we can't do anything, Rome runs the game and they didn' tell us to move yet...."

"Why should we care? We have over 500 special forces on the ground, we can use them to free the hostages in Potosi a hundred times over. I don't care what Rome says, we don't want their land, all we want is our damn citizens back! We will act now! If Rome doesn't find out, good, if they do its just the same.... contact Pushkin right now and tell him to order our special forces to plan a covert rescue operation as soon as possible. Tell him that i want this clean too."

"Yes gospodin President."

OOC: I meant to start the operation in my last IC post but I ran out of time (had an engagement I had to get to), and I didn't have any time earlier tonight to make lengthy replies. I apologize for that.

I'm trying to make sure that everything's set up properly for the final showdown in Sucre or La Paz, wherever Rodriguez and his men end up, as well as the pre-climatic discovery of the torture chamber (which I want us all to discover simultaneously so that the shock can be visible to everyone).

IC:

Ultimatum to Cristobal Hector Rodriguez, President of Bolivia in Sucre

Should you release *all* of your prisoners, we will recognize your government in Bolivia

Gaius Romanus Rodinus Hartianus

(OOC: I shall RP the response later. I want to give it a bit more coverage than I can now)

Off the coast of Iquique

(OOC: This was supposed to be mere minutes after the Roman landing at Rio de Janeiro)

Quintus Servillus Hector Marconis, the Legate of the Bolivian 1st Legion and thus the Magister Militum (OOC: Commander) of the Bolivian operation, immediately went into transmission after the Romans had landed at Iquique, operating from a command boat some 50 miles off the coast of Chile.

Encryption Max

"Attention Allies.

This is Quintus Servillus Hector Marconis, Legate of the 1st Bolivian Legion. Now that the operation has started I shall be the one giving orders from now on.

The format for the battle will be this: first will be airstrikes of the coastal defences, then will be the army landings. As the army advances, the strikes will plunge deeper and deeper into the country to smooth the advance. The idea is to take and keep control of the skies, for without that our land forces will get no support.

Each of you will be meeting with a Roman Legion at the following locations:

Legions 1 & 2: Iquique (Russia)
Legions 3 & 4: Rio de Janeiro (Norway, although the Russian unit that has landed may remain)
Legion 5: Punto Arenas (Bjornoya)

Your commanding officers' names shall be forwarded to each of you immediately.

Please focus your bombardments and landings from these locations and branch out from there.

Marconis out."

OOC: I don't have time now to RP out each landing because it's late. So, if you want, you guys can each RP yourselves meeting up with the Roman commanders (both in the Avii (Air Force) and the landed units) and advancing from there. Just don't enter Bolivia proper, whatever you do, because that's where I want the main fighting to occur. This all just setup.

If any of you need information on the Roman Army, look here (it's also in my signature):

www.geocities.com/vicendum/romanarmy.html

For a guide to creating Roman names, use this:

www.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roman Naming Convention

(I should note that the "cognomen", or the "last name" can be "made up" as long as it's "Latinized" (e.g. Eronus, Gisimas, Verdurum, etc.), but the other parts of the name- the "nomen" (middle name) and "praenomen" (first name) should conform to the ancient naming convention, as it's stayed roughly the same since then, with one exception- "Romanus" can be used as a nomen to indicate a first-generation Roman citizen).

If I've co-ordinated this thread wrong, I'm sorry. It's been a hectic week and this is really my first real "war" RP, at least one involving the conquest of a country (Dallas was different).

I still have a route, even if it's small. Besides, the invasion force is coming from North America, not Rome.

OOC:

I don't care about your military operations; I'm focusing on screwing over your economy. I don't think the Roman populace will be happy that because they're subjugating a country that doesn't even want to be part of Rome, and shares no cultural ties with it, they have to go without quite alot of luxuries they have grown accustomed too. I mean, do you know how angry lonely teenagers get when all of a sudden they can't get their Uber-Game-box 3000's? :D

Also, the Strait of Sicily (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strait_of_Sicily), between Tunisia and Sicily, is barely 100 miles wide. Rather small, dontcha think? Also, factor in that, according to the Law of the sea (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Territorial_Waters) (which I presume we follow), I have control of all water within 24 miles of permanent land. Now, this WOULD mean you have a large area of land to go through (About 52 miles) IF it weren't for the Island of Panterellia (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Pantelleria). For you see, it is in the middle of our dear Strait of Sicily, AND it is permanent land, so it boosts my waters. Therefore, all you have is a smal strip, about 14 miles wide, between Sicily and Panterrelia. And remember, the coast-guard is always watching, to see if you will enter our waters.

OOC: Hey Rome, how many enemy troops are there i am going and what are they using in terms of machinery?

Puerto Heath, Bolivia

They moved stealthily through the village, house to house, structure to structure. Each SOF moved with confidence and precision, tagging enemies left and right, all of them working towards the reserve bank, which was in the basement of one of the houses, and they knew which one. Of the 120 SOFs, only 20 would descend in, including COL. Archer.

A shot here, a shot there. Their suppressed rounds tore through the flesh of the villagers and Pelepian soldiers as if they weren't there. Each round was placed with perfect percision, being an upper torso shot, a head shot, a lung shot, a heart shot. They were well trained and well coordinated. A few of the villagers and a few of the soldiers go a few rounds off but none of them were that set.

As they converged on the reserve house, they noticed the level of resistance to increase. More villagers came out with hunting rifles and shotguns, only to be put right back down by the soldiers. Soldiers were now barely visible, most likely hiding inside the reserve bank.

COL. Archer and his 19 men came up to the house and immediately threw in an M58 Stun Grenade. They charged immediately there after, putting three soldiers down with shotgun rounds and 5.56MM rounds. As they moved towards the rear of the house, they took out another six soldiers and then got one coming up from the basement stairs. This was going to be dangerous and they all agreed. Two M58s went down the stairs and flashed the room on the bottom. Then, they came, charging, firing.

When they were finally finished, at the doors of the vault, they had taken out another twenty-two soldiers, all of whom fought very bravely, considering they were blind, deaf, and shot. Now all they had to do was open the vault, a task for two men. They brought with them a special charge, designed to warp and fracture the hinges of the vault door, thereby causing it to fall under its own weight.

"Alright, let's blow the door. Four cover the top door. Four cover the back door. Four take the stairs. You four take middle cover. We're going to blow the door. Call in the convoy!"

"Yes sir!" COL. Archer's words were followed and the convoy began its approach, en masse. In the basement, the two men worked to get the charge set up as COL. Archer reloaded and the other soldier kept a close eye on the stairs. Finally, when the soldiers were ready, they nodded to the Colonel and he picked up his radio.

"Fire in the hole!" All of them moved behind some sort of cover and the detonator button was pushed. Instantly, the charge went off and set off hundreds of simultaneous explosions, powerful enough to warp the metal but directed so that they would not destroy the remainder of the room and the four men inside of it. Finally, after two seconds, the door stood still. It creaked and whined and then, with a sudden slam, fell to the floor, twisted and hot. "Vault open! ETA on the convoy?"

"Sir, eight minutes."

"Roger that." COL. Archer looked around. "Men, if there is a single brick missing I'm going to hang you myself."

"Yes sir!" SOFs were highly trained but staring at $200B was definitely tempting and the Colonel knew it. He wanted some of that money too.

"Gentlemen. Begin clean-up phase." All 100 SOFs throughout the village began rounding up the people and preparing them for evac. The bodies would all be placed in trucks, brought back to Layarteb, and burned. There would be no evidence left behind except the blood of the dead.

OOC:

Puska (and anyone else with forces): The gangs you're dealing with are regular biker gangs. They don't have any equipment besides non-military grade machine guns, bazookas and the like. Every city has a gang that numbers no more than 1,000 people.

The Lighting Star:

No. 1, Bolivia mainly speaks Spanish, so there's the connection through that it's a Latinic language. In fact, I'd probably argue that the Romance peoples *would* be closest to Rome, because that's where their languages came from.

No. 2, I still have routes along the northern Mediterranean coasts. I don't need to go through the Straits of Sicily. I'm also economically independent.

No. 3, in terms of my overall nation, I RP my Earth II provinces as a separate unit of the Empire as a whole, so if this portion is lost it's not huge.

No. 4, granted, I am starting to understand a little bit better this whole "balance of power" thing, since policies can change in an instant once there's a few people breathing down your neck...

No. 5, regardless, I just said I'd recognize Rodriguez as the true President of Bolivia, so you should lift those sanctions now.

IC:

Addendum to the Ultimatum to President Rodriguez

We are also withdrawing our annexation of Bolivia. We will withdraw our forces within 48 hours to restore Bolivia's independence. We will just requesting that all of Bolivia's prisoners be released immediately so they can be restored to their present countries.

Gaius Romanus Rodinus Hartianus

Sucre, 2AM local time

Cristobal Hector Rodriguez's mind towards the war was beginning to change. With mounting opposition against his government and not enough men to defend Bolivia, Rodriguez was seriously starting to consider releasing the prisoners, figuring that "the fun was now over". Besides, he could now concentrate on rebuilding Bolivia, a task that was badly needed, and it was 2AM anyway- he really needed to get some sleep.

He decided to get on one of the computers the Carthaginians had sent him to send a message to all the governments he had angered that he would be formally releasing all the prisoners held in Potosi so that this war could end. He then typed his statement:

Official Statement From President Cristobal Hector Rodriguez of Bolivia

In light of recent actions taken against Bolivia, we are hereby announcing that all of your prisoners shall be sent home, so that this war can end. Your countrymen are never to set foot in Bolivia again.

Signed,
President Cristobal Hector Rodriguez of Boliva

He then sent it, hoping it would be the end of this ordeal. The world, however, could not have anticipated what would happen next.

Maria entered Rodriguez's office to discuss the war when he saw Rodriguez typing his communique. He walked in quietly so as not to disturb Rodriguez, but couldn't help but notice what he was typing. He got closer to the screen, and when he saw the text, his anger level rose, but he kept his composure.

"Yes Julio, what can I do for you?" asked Rodriguez, turning around to greet Maria.
"I need to discuss something with you about Bolivia. I just need to go to my office first. I'll be a few minutes." said Maria.
"Very well then." Rodriguez hadn't yet given the order to his troops to release the prisoners, deciding that he could so so later. It would be a decision that wouldn't be realized.

(OOC: Reader Discretion Advised)

Maria- with the knowledge that the Carthaginian supplies had all completely arrived- then promptly went to his office where he picked up a revolver with a silencer ordered from Carthage and some garbage bags before leaving.

"Can we go for a walk to the Carthaginian base? I think it's imperative that we include them," said Maria.
"Sure," said Rodriguez, not knowing his ultimate fate.
The two walked towards the Carthaginian base in a rural enclave about forty minutes outside of town, where the two went over the details of the hostage release. Rodriguez believed the purpose of the walk was to go over the details of the release with Major Ibrahim, since he'd be needed for the ultimate release- and besides, he still thinks there was a war going on, so he'd be there to bring him the good news.

Twenty minutes into the walk, Maria stopped for a second to presumably tie up his shoes. Rodriguez, who didn't realize Maria had stopped, walked several paces ahead of Maria before he knew what had happened. The two were on a dirt road in a barren filed somewhere north of Sucre, without any buildings in sight.

"Oh, Julio, there you are," said Rodriguez when he realized that he had lost Maria for a few seconds. They were his final words. Shortly after turning around, Maria promptly shot him squarely in the head, killing him instantly.

Soon afterwards, Maria went to work. He took his letter and carefully put it in Rodriguez's pocket, being mindful not to get any bloodstains on him or his clothing, which he was successful in. He then took out the garbage bags, made gloves out of them, smeared the gun in blood, and put the revolver inside the extra bag. He then proceeded all by himself to Major Ibrahim's bunker, where the Major was expectedly fast asleep. He proceeded to Ibrahim's bunker, shot the guard dead (OOC: according to this (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suppressor), Ibrahim wouldn't hear a thing- besides, they're in a peaceful area so it wouldn't heavily guarded), took his gloves off (throwing them on the ground) and proceeded to plant his revolver in Ibrahim's equipment bunker, taking out Ibrahim's real revolver (the exact same one that Maria used). He then left the bunker quietly, with the Major still fast asleep.

He then walked back to his office (taking a picture of Rodriguez's body lying in the ditch along the way), taking Rodriguez's body back to the city itself. He then typed an official communique to his gang members informing them of "a plot to take over Bolivia", stating that he had proof that Major Ibrahim had shot Rodriguez in an attempt to take control of Bolivia for himself. He produced a photo of Rodriguez's body lying along the dirt road. The gang members- who, like Maria, were apprehensive of Ibrahim's involvement- quickly bought Maria's story, where each of them proceeded back to the Carthaginian bunkers, where they'd literally get a rude awakening.

(OOC: TLS, if I need to change anything I will. I just want to have a failsafe plot where Maria successfully frames Ibrahim of the murder of Rodriguez. I was thinking of an arrangement where some of the Carthaginian soldiers get sent to Potosi while the others join the Purifiers because they wanted to be true to the Techate's word.

I should also mention that since the order never got to the Purifiers themselves, the prisoners have NOT been released- they're still being tortured)

OOC:

Puska (and anyone else with forces): The gangs you're dealing with are regular biker gangs. They don't have any equipment besides non-military grade machine guns, bazookas and the like. Every city has a gang that numbers no more than 1,000 people.

The Lighting Star:

No. 1, Bolivia mainly speaks Spanish, so there's the connection through that it's a Latinic language. In fact, I'd probably argue that the Romance peoples *would* be closest to Rome, because that's where their languages came from.

No. 2, I still have routes along the northern Mediterranean coasts. I don't need to go through the Straits of Sicily. I'm also economically independent.

No. 3, in terms of my overall nation, I RP my Earth II provinces as a separate unit of the Empire as a whole, so if this portion is lost it's not huge.

No. 4, granted, I am starting to understand a little bit better this whole "balance of power" thing, since policies can change in an instant once there's a few people breathing down your neck...

No. 5, regardless, I just said I'd recognize Rodriguez as the true President of Bolivia, so you should lift those sanctions now.

IC:

Addendum to the Ultimatum to President Rodriguez

We are also withdrawing our annexation of Bolivia. We will withdraw our forces within 48 hours to restore Bolivia's independence. We will just requesting that all of Bolivia's prisoners be released immediately so they can be restored to their present countries.

Gaius Romanus Rodinus Hartianus

Sucre, 2AM local time

Cristobal Hector Rodriguez's mind towards the war was beginning to change. With mounting opposition against his government and not enough men to defend Bolivia, Rodriguez was seriously starting to consider releasing the prisoners, figuring that "the fun was now over". Besides, he could now concentrate on rebuilding Bolivia, a task that was badly needed, and it was 2AM anyway- he really needed to get some sleep.

He decided to get on one of the computers the Carthaginians had sent him to send a message to all the governments he had angered that he would be formally releasing all the prisoners held in Potosi so that this war could end. He then typed his statement:

Official Statement From President Cristobal Hector Rodriguez of Bolivia

In light of recent actions taken against Bolivia, we are hereby announcing that all of your prisoners shall be sent home, so that this war can end. Your countrymen are never to set foot in Bolivia again.

Signed,
President Cristobal Hector Rodriguez of Boliva

He then sent it, hoping it would be the end of this ordeal. The world, however, could not have anticipated what would happen next.

Maria entered Rodriguez's office to discuss the war when he saw Rodriguez typing his communique. He walked in quietly so as not to disturb Rodriguez, but couldn't help but notice what he was typing. He got closer to the screen, and when he saw the text, his anger level rose, but he kept his composure.

"Yes Julio, what can I do for you?" asked Rodriguez, turning around to greet Maria.
"I need to discuss something with you about Bolivia. I just need to go to my office first. I'll be a few minutes." said Maria.
"Very well then." Rodriguez hadn't yet given the order to his troops to release the prisoners, deciding that he could so so later. It would be a decision that wouldn't be realized.

(OOC: Reader Discretion Advised)

Maria- with the knowledge that the Carthaginian supplies had all completely arrived- then promptly went to his office where he picked up a revolver with a silencer ordered from Carthage and some garbage bags before leaving.

"Can we go for a walk to the Carthaginian base? I think it's imperative that we include them," said Maria.
"Sure," said Rodriguez, not knowing his ultimate fate.
The two walked towards the Carthaginian base in a rural enclave about forty minutes outside of town, where the two went over the details of the hostage release. Rodriguez believed the purpose of the walk was to go over the details of the release with Major Ibrahim, since he'd be needed for the ultimate release- and besides, he still thinks there was a war going on, so he'd be there to bring him the good news.

Twenty minutes into the walk, Maria stopped for a second to presumably tie up his shoes. Rodriguez, who didn't realize Maria had stopped, walked several paces ahead of Maria before he knew what had happened. The two were on a dirt road in a barren filed somewhere north of Sucre, without any buildings in sight.

"Oh, Julio, there you are," said Rodriguez when he realized that he had lost Maria for a few seconds. They were his final words. Shortly after turning around, Maria promptly shot him squarely in the head, killing him instantly.

Soon afterwards, Maria went to work. He took his letter and carefully put it in Rodriguez's pocket, being mindful not to get any bloodstains on him or his clothing, which he was successful in. He then took out the garbage bags, made gloves out of them, smeared the gun in blood, and put the revolver inside the extra bag. He then proceeded all by himself to Major Ibrahim's bunker, where the Major was expectedly fast asleep. He proceeded to Ibrahim's bunker, shot the guard dead (OOC: according to this (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suppressor), Ibrahim wouldn't hear a thing- besides, they're in a peaceful area so it wouldn't heavily guarded), took his gloves off (throwing them on the ground) and proceeded to plant his revolver in Ibrahim's equipment bunker, taking out Ibrahim's real revolver (the exact same one that Maria used). He then left the bunker quietly, with the Major still fast asleep.

He then walked back to his office (taking a picture of Rodriguez's body lying in the ditch along the way), taking Rodriguez's body back to the city itself. He then typed an official communique to his gang members informing them of "a plot to take over Bolivia", stating that he had proof that Major Ibrahim had shot Rodriguez in an attempt to take control of Bolivia for himself. He produced a photo of Rodriguez's body lying along the dirt road. The gang members- who, like Maria, were apprehensive of Ibrahim's involvement- quickly bought Maria's story, where each of them proceeded back to the Carthaginian bunkers, where they'd literally get a rude awakening.

(OOC: TLS, if I need to change anything I will. I just want to have a failsafe plot where Maria successfully frames Ibrahim of the murder of Rodriguez. I was thinking of an arrangement where some of the Carthaginian soldiers get sent to Potosi while the others join the Purifiers because they wanted to be true to the Techate's word.

I should also mention that since the order never got to the Purifiers themselves, the prisoners have NOT been released- they're still being tortured)


OOC: Fine, I'll lift the sanctions. And by the way, you should check the Fall Blau (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=9991564&posted=1#post9991564) thread. It's a way to help fix ties between Rome and Carthage.

Also, I believe you mean "barracks" instead of "bunkers".

IC:
Offical Statement by the Technocratic Empire of Carthage
We hereby lift all sanctions with Rome, and renew diplomatic ties.

Carthaginian Base, Sucre
And a rude awakening was what they got.

When the purifier troops came to the gates, the guards were confused indeed. As they began to yell, one of the guards said to the other, "Wait a second, aren't these the guys we're helping?" Unfortunatly for him, those were his last words, as a purifier shot him in the head with a .375 magnum. The other guard, aghast at what had happened, ran over to the PA system and said, "We are under attack! We are und--", before his head was also blown out. The Purifiers then rushed the gates with vehicles, and began to swarm into the base. By now, however, the alarms were on, and the 40,000 Carthaginian troops were running out of their barracks, half dressed but armed with their weapons.

The purifiers on jeeps ran around the base, throwing Molotov cocktails into the windows of the barracks'. The Carthaginian troops who were too slow to rush out did at first finally did so; except they were on fire. Major Ibrahim was awakened by the fighting, and when he stepped out of his Barracks he saw flames. Lots of them. "Who did this!?!" he screamed. A private ran up to him and said, "It was the Bolivians, sir! They've gone crazy, and they're setting our guys on fire!" Enraged, Major Ibrahim ordered for the Tank crews to get into their tanks. When asked what they're orders would be after that, he had one answer. "Run them down."

The Purifiers, at the other end of the base, where in a frenzy. When they captured a Carthaginian soldier, they promptly killed him in some barbaric fashion (decapatation was a favorite). So far, they hadn't encountered any real resistance, so they continued their orgy of destruction. However, after 10 minutes, they noticed something. Besides in their area, there was no movement or noise. Curious, they looked around. All of a sudden, however, they heard the roar of engines; big ones. In front of them were 30 tanks. And they were rushing right towards them.

Fear overcame the Purifiers, and they began to run. However, they were no match for speeding tanks. Many were run over, crushed beneath tons of Iron and steel. Following the tanks came the infantry. It was now their turn to inflict damage on the Bolivians. Any Bolivian found still alive was executed by a shot to the head. All except one, however. When a squad of Carthaginians came upon one Bolivian, he began to scream, "Stop! Stop! I know who ordered this!" Unsure of what to do, the Carthaginians dragged him to Ibrahim's officer. A few other prisoners were taken as well, to verify his story.

A few hours later, Ibrahims Barracks

Ibrahim looked over what had happened last night. Apparently, someone had killed Rodriguez and blamed it on him. The prisoners all indicated that Maria was the one who had told everyone, so he assumed she was the killer. In the night, the Carthaginians suffered over 4,000 casualties, with 3,292 deaths. The Bolivian loses were un-known. However, Ibrahim wanted justice. He therefore issued an ultimatum:

To: The Government of Bolivia
From: The Carthaginian Expeditionary Force
We demand that you hand over Julio Maria, and all other high officers who were involved in the attack on the Carthaginian base and the murder of President Rodriguez. If you do not hand them over in 24 hours, you will suffer the consequences.
Signed, Major Ibrahim

Vladimir: Rome is withdrawing!

Nikolai: Da.

Vladimir: Tell Pushkin to go ahead with the operation right now, we will withdraw our main force but only after we do our share of yelling at Rome, that should give our special forces time to do their job. I want you to correct their objective though. In addition to freeing the hostages I want Rodriguez and whoever else is in charge of those bastards dead.

Nikolai: It will be done.

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-Official Statement of Russian Federation Concerning Roman Withdrawal-

We wish it to be known to the barbaric fiends in charge of Bolivian government that although Rome is pulling out, we are not. We do not request our hostages back, we demand our hostages back, failure to comply will result in total annihilation of the current Bolivian government and whoever else will try to resist us. And to Rome we must say that we are disappointed, from a nation i personally respected for such a long time i expected a better commitment to protection of its own citizens.

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Meanwhile, avoiding any encounters with enemy forces 5 groups of 100 special ops officers were quickly making their way to Sucre planning to enter the city from 5 sides.

Message to the world

We shall, reluctantly, respect the decision of the Roman commander and withdraw our forces. However, we will not give up our citizens. We give the terrorist organization known as the "Purifiers" 12 hours to release any and all Norwegian citizens held in Bolivia. Any delay, and it will have dire consequences for them and their supporters. The clock is ticking.

[signed]
Ministry of Defense
Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Kingdom of Norway

OOC: I feel like I'm losing control of this thread. Pushka, can you stay just at Sucre? I was really hoping we'd all enter and fight Bolivia together. I just really want to make sure we discover the Potosi "torture camp" together, that's all.

I'm also not sure how you can go undetected from Brazil to the Bolivian border, but I'll roll with it.

OOC: Fine, I'll lift the sanctions. And by the way, you should check the Fall Blau (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=9991564&posted=1#post9991564) thread. It's a way to help fix ties between Rome and Carthage.

Also, I believe you mean "barracks" instead of "bunkers".

IC:
Offical Statement by the Technocratic Empire of Carthage
We hereby lift all sanctions with Rome, and renew diplomatic ties.

Carthaginian Base, Sucre
And a rude awakening was what they got.

When the purifier troops came to the gates, the guards were confused indeed. As they began to yell, one of the guards said to the other, "Wait a second, aren't these the guys we're helping?" Unfortunatly for him, those were his last words, as a purifier shot him in the head with a .375 magnum. The other guard, aghast at what had happened, ran over to the PA system and said, "We are under attack! We are und--", before his head was also blown out. The Purifiers then rushed the gates with vehicles, and began to swarm into the base. By now, however, the alarms were on, and the 40,000 Carthaginian troops were running out of their barracks, half dressed but armed with their weapons.

The purifiers on jeeps ran around the base, throwing Molotov cocktails into the windows of the barracks'. The Carthaginian troops who were too slow to rush out did at first finally did so; except they were on fire. Major Ibrahim was awakened by the fighting, and when he stepped out of his Barracks he saw flames. Lots of them. "Who did this!?!" he screamed. A private ran up to him and said, "It was the Bolivians, sir! They've gone crazy, and they're setting our guys on fire!" Enraged, Major Ibrahim ordered for the Tank crews to get into their tanks. When asked what they're orders would be after that, he had one answer. "Run them down."

The Purifiers, at the other end of the base, where in a frenzy. When they captured a Carthaginian soldier, they promptly killed him in some barbaric fashion (decapatation was a favorite). So far, they hadn't encountered any real resistance, so they continued their orgy of destruction. However, after 10 minutes, they noticed something. Besides in their area, there was no movement or noise. Curious, they looked around. All of a sudden, however, they heard the roar of engines; big ones. In front of them were 30 tanks. And they were rushing right towards them.

Fear overcame the Purifiers, and they began to run. However, they were no match for speeding tanks. Many were run over, crushed beneath tons of Iron and steel. Following the tanks came the infantry. It was now their turn to inflict damage on the Bolivians. Any Bolivian found still alive was executed by a shot to the head. All except one, however. When a squad of Carthaginians came upon one Bolivian, he began to scream, "Stop! Stop! I know who ordered this!" Unsure of what to do, the Carthaginians dragged him to Ibrahim's officer. A few other prisoners were taken as well, to verify his story.

A few hours later, Ibrahims Barracks

Ibrahim looked over what had happened last night. Apparently, someone had killed Rodriguez and blamed it on him. The prisoners all indicated that Maria was the one who had told everyone, so he assumed she was the killer. In the night, the Carthaginians suffered over 4,000 casualties, with 3,292 deaths. The Bolivian loses were un-known. However, Ibrahim wanted justice. He therefore issued an ultimatum:

To: The Government of Bolivia
From: The Carthaginian Expeditionary Force
We demand that you hand over Julio Maria, and all other high officers who were involved in the attack on the Carthaginian base and the murder of President Rodriguez. If you do not hand them over in 24 hours, you will suffer the consequences.
Signed, Major Ibrahim

OOC: Yeah, I did mean "barracks". By the way, Maria is a guy ("Julio Maria").

I hope you don't mind I RP a little bit...it won't be catastrophic. I just want to set up the next phase of this weird story.

To: The Carthaginian Expeditionary Force
From: The Government of Bolivia
----Origin Unknown----

Considering that President Rodriguez is dead and that I was his second in command, I am now the President of Bolivia and I refuse to hand myself over. In fact, why don't you hand yourself over Major Ibrahim, because I know you killed Rodriguez. It's all over your equipment. Tell your people to test it and they'll see.

Signed,
President Julio Maria of Bolivia

When Ibrahim received Maria's response, he knew what to do right away, convinced that the tests would clear him. He sent his equipment back to Carthage, where the equipment would be tested for DNA. "There is no way that I killed Rodriguez."

When the tests came back positive for Rodriguez's blood on the revolver Maria planted in Ibrahim's barrack, shock descended upon the Carthaginians. There was now *proof* that the Major committed the crime. Suddenly, the Major's position wasn't so safe any more.

Iquique

Both the Emperor and the Magister Militium realized they had made a huge blunder by stating they'd be withdrawing without first receiving the prisoners. Damage control became prudent, to which the Emperor and Magister Militium were quick to the task. They just weren't sure if it would work.

************Open Communique To Allies************
Encryption MAX

Withdraw? We are not withdrawing yet. We need proof that the prisoners have been released. We therefore ask everyone to maintain their current positions until further notice.

Signed,
Magister Militium Quintus Servillus Hector Marconis

************Official Communique To Russia************
Encryption MAX

First of all, we have not yet physically withdrawn- we need to see proof of the prisoners' release first. Our announcement, we must admit, was done so that the Carthaginians, our biggest trading partner, can lift their sanctions on us, as unfair as those were; though remember, our soldiers have not yet moved an inch.

Second of all, we understand that you are upset, but yelling and screaming at us will get both of us nowhere. If you have any problems with how this campaign is being run, please bring up the issue to us, since we are always open to new ideas and opinions from our allies. We do not wish to see our allies as subservient to us, but rather as equals, which is why we are inviting constructive criticism from you because we want you to be happy. We want to work with you, Mr. President, because we value everything your nation has done for us, and we hope to provide the same to you.

Caesar Gaius Romanus Rodinus Hartianus

OOC: I know Maria is a guy. Did I put she?

Ooooh, looks like I did. Sorry, must've been out of habit. Y'know, it's just that in Latin America, when someones called Maria, they are usually a girl.

And I don't mind at all that you RP a tad bit. After all, I did RP you attacking my base.

IC:

Carthaginian Base

"Major, did you kill President Rodriguez?" asked his secon in command, Mahmoud. To show the rest of the soldiers that he didn't, he was being interrogated in front of a large group of soldiers. Not a forceful beating, of course, but an interrogation using lie-detectors and the like. "No," responded the Major in a clear, strong voice. The lie detector said he was telling the truth. For some, that may have been enough, but there had to be more to convince the skeptics.

"Major, did you have any part in the murder of President Rodriguez?"
"No."
And again, it appeared he was telling the truth. It seemed as if the majority of the people watching had been persuaded that Ibrahim was free. Mahmoud, however, had one last question.

"Major, what will you do to those who killed President Rodriguez?"
"They have..." Ibrahim looked at his watch, "bout 7 hours and 23 minutes to hand over Julio Maria, or we will destroy what we created. After all, the Lord giveth, and the good Lord taketh away."

OOC: Ah, Rome, i don't think that my Covert Ops teams would just march into the city and announce themselves. Plus they are devided into 5 groups of a 100 men and they have SOV-6 IFVs. 500 men traveling unnoticed in such a wide space is really not a problem for properly trained proffesionals. And so all 10000 of the bandits are pointing their guns at my guys? Common now...

OOC: Ah, Rome, i don't think that my Covert Ops teams would just march into the city and announce themselves. Plus they are devided into 5 groups of a 100 men and they have SOV-6 IFVs. 500 men traveling unnoticed in such a wide space is really not a problem for properly trained proffesionals. And so all 10000 of the bandits are pointing their guns at my guys? Common now...

OOC: I'll edit it out then when I get the chance. I just really want to make sure that all of us enter Potosi together, because it's a big part of this RP.

I'm sorry, it's been a crazy week.

On another matter, to all of you: I'm not sure if I'm going to be online tonight, so if you want to resume the offensive to Bolivia, you can- just stop once you actually get to Bolivia.

As a reminder, here's what each of you are working with, with the start points (general re-posting of what I said earlier):

Legions 1 & 2: Iquique (N Chilean coast) (Russia)
Legions 3 & 4: Rio de Janeiro (Norway +1 Russian unit)
Legion 5: Punto Arenas (S Chilean coast) (Bjornoya)

(Each group contains 1 Siege Engine Unit)

You guys can each RP yourselves meeting up with the Roman commanders (both in the Avii (Air Force) and the landed units) and advancing from there (I suggest each of you taking one of the three Legion groups and going from there). The plan is bomb first then advance- like the German Blitzkreig.

If any of you need information on the Roman Army, look here (it's also in my signature):

www.geocities.com/vicendum/romanarmy.html

For a guide to creating Roman names, use this:

www.wikipedia.org/wiki/Roman Naming Convention

(I should note that the "cognomen", or the "last name" can be "made up" as long as it's "Latinized" (e.g. Eronus, Gisimas, Verdurum, etc.), but the other parts of the name- the "nomen" (middle name) and "praenomen" (first name) should conform to the ancient naming convention, as it's stayed roughly the same since then, with one exception- "Romanus" can be used as a nomen to indicate a first-generation Roman citizen).

Your enemies are just regular biker gangs, one for each town and two or three for each city, numbering 1,000 members each with non-military grade machine guns and ammunition.

Army-General Leonid Pushkin was looking over progress reports in his SOV-6 IFV modified for command post role. Many Russian forces were flying in from San Francisco to Iquique, things had to be organized and documented.

Pushkin was suddenly disturbed by a knocking sound coming from the outside.

"Come in!" He yelled on top of his lungs so his voice could be heard through the armor. He pressed a button and an entrance door in the back of the machine opened. Through it came in a young officer, breathing heavily.

"Gospodin glavcomandushie....there is a Roman General who wants to see you."

"Kuzkinu mati! Why didn't you use a radio?"

"I appologize gospodin glavcomandushie, it won't happen again."

"Okay, i'll go greet the general, go get yourself a radio, god dammit it, you are an officer....ergh....why are you still here?"

"I appologize gospodin glavcomandushie."

He took off. Pushkin followed him. He quickly walked to the helicopter landing site picking up an escort of two officers along the way. At the helicopter site he saw the Roman General. He turned to one of his officer's and spoke in Russian.

"What is his name again?"

"Lucius, gospodin glavcommandushie."

"Oh well...get ready to translate."

Pushkin stopped 3 steps from Lucius and gave a salute, Lucius responded with a similar gesture. Pushkin began to speak, one of his officers translated to Roman.

"Greetings General Lucius. Lets skip the pleasentries and get to business, we can discuss the details in my office but basically our job is simple, get to Potosi. Since the enemy doesn't concern himself with brainpower this should be an easy task. We bomb and shell any cluster we see from a far and then move in to finish the job, main strike force going always forward, two others on the flanks changing course then needed engaging enemy clusters along the way in the end all of our forces make it to Potosi and attack the city from 3 sides. If you disagree with anything lets go to the command post tent set up near here and talk about it there then we atleast have a map in front of our eyes."

They started walking towards the command post tent.

General OOC Note

Considering the deteoriating position of the Purifiers in Bolivia, I am considering killing off *all* the hostages, because the Purifiers would rather see them dead than released. If anyone has any objections to this idea, let me know. I will say that if there are any survivors, it will *not* be because the Purifiers willingly released them.

IC:

Army-General Leonid Pushkin was looking over progress reports in his SOV-6 IFV modified for command post role. Many Russian forces were flying in from San Francisco to Iquique, things had to be organized and documented.

Pushkin was suddenly disturbed by a knocking sound coming from the outside.

"Come in!" He yelled on top of his lungs so his voice could be heard through the armor. He pressed a button and an entrance door in the back of the machine opened. Through it came in a young officer, breathing heavily.

"Gospodin glavcomandushie....there is a Roman General who wants to see you."

"Kuzkinu mati! Why didn't you use a radio?"

"I appologize gospodin glavcomandushie, it won't happen again."

"Okay, i'll go greet the general, go get yourself a radio, god dammit it, you are an officer....ergh....why are you still here?"

"I appologize gospodin glavcomandushie."

He took off. Pushkin followed him. He quickly walked to the helicopter landing site picking up an escort of two officers along the way. At the helicopter site he saw the Roman General. He turned to one of his officer's and spoke in Russian.

"What is his name again?"

"Lucius, gospodin glavcommandushie."

"Oh well...get ready to translate."

Pushkin stopped 3 steps from Lucius and gave a salute, Lucius responded with a similar gesture. Pushkin began to speak, one of his officers translated to Roman.

"Greetings General Lucius. Lets skip the pleasentries and get to business, we can discuss the details in my office but basically our job is simple, get to Potosi. Since the enemy doesn't concern himself with brainpower this should be an easy task. We bomb and shell any cluster we see from a far and then move in to finish the job, main strike force going always forward, two others on the flanks changing course then needed engaging enemy clusters along the way in the end all of our forces make it to Potosi and attack the city from 3 sides. If you disagree with anything lets go to the command post tent set up near here and talk about it there then we atleast have a map in front of our eyes."

They started walking towards the command post tent.

OOC: Good work. I don't mean to quibble, but the Roman leader is a Legate, not a General. They're the same thing however. Plus, we speak Latin.

Lucius Marcus Turvillus, the Legate of the 2nd Bolivian Legion stationed in Iquique (OOC: I assume this is where we're starting from) and second in command to Marconis, nodded at Pushkin's suggestion. "Agreed, sir," he wrote back, with the message translated from Latin to Russian by a translator, "there isn't much of a brain trust in Bolivia so getting there shouldn't be a problem. We are hearing of reports that resistance will intensify at the border, however."

The landing at Iquique was quick and painless for the Roman-Russian forces. Initial aerial bombardments destroyed the Chilean communication towers, leaving the beach defences helpless and uncoordinated. After an hour-long siege, Iquique itself was firmly in the hands of the Allies. Soon after the city was taken, the Allies went to work establishing a proper air base and seaport for supplies, as well as preparing connections to the south for the anticipated Bjornoyan front that would add another east-west supply line.

Meanwhile, the Rio de Janeiro forces were striking just as quickly as the Iquique Legions. By the end of the day, the entire Rio de Janeiro state was firmly in Allied hands, with Sao Paulo firmly in the Allies' crosshairs. The operations so far were going smoothly, much to Marconis' delight.

"Good work everyone. I'm proud of all of you. Keep up the good work," said Marconis to the rest of the Allied forces.

The Carthaginian Base

The Warriors of Bolivia, the gang that took out the real Bolivian government, set their sights on a siege of the Carthaginian base. They knew that with Carthage's involvement, the Purifiers' position in Bolivia would be too strong for them to handle, so they needed to take out their allies first. However, once they reached the camp, the Warriors realized that the Purifiers had done that for them.

"Why do you fight us?" asked a Carthaginian soldier to the approaching Warriors. "We are already at war with the Purifiers."

"Oh really?" said Jorge Martinez, second-in-command of the Warriors, "and why is that?"

The Carthaginian explained the story to Martinez, which seemed to provide a spark of inspiration to the Warriors.

"Well, tell the Major that should he assist us in taking down the Purifiers we will assist him in bringing him that vile scum Julio Maria," said Martinez. The Carthaginian acknowledged the request and raced to Ibrahim's barrack to tell him some potentially good news.

Meanwhile, some Purifiers went to La Paz to make an offer of their own to the Warriors. They realized that with even greater forces at Bolivia's doorstep the two groups couldn't risk a civil war. There were a few Purifiers upset with Rodriguez's death, convinced- like the Carthaginians- that Maria set it up, and it was hoped that with a common enemy, the Purifiers could make peace with the Warriors.

(OOC: TLS, do you think reports of Rodriguez's death would reach an international audience? If not, I'll remove this)

Ottawa

The Caesar was delighted at the progress the Allies were making. "Now that the campaign has started properly, it's good to know it's going according to schedule," said Hartian to himself. Then, his Intelligence service informed him of the death of President Rodriguez, news of which he was quick to reply to.

Without a valid government in Bolivia, we are announcing again the resumption of our military campaign to free our prisoners, and we are restating our position of not recognizing any Bolivian government that does not facilitate the proper release of the citizenry of Russia, Bjornoya, Norway and Rome. Furthermore, we are also announcing that the Roman Empire will remain at war with Bolivia should the hostages remain unreleased, for we will never be friends with a nation that abuses the rights of our citizenry.

Caesar Gaius Romanus Rodinus Hartianus

OOC Note: Bjornoya has no citizens being held hostage.

Puerto Heath, Bolivia

Throughout the night, the covert ops and the soldiers from the convoy worked feverishly to unload the gold and load the populace of the town, including the dead. Everyone was loaded into the five ton trucks, the gold taking up a mere forty vehicles, with almost 6,400 pounds per vehicle.

COL. Archer supervised with a thousand yard stare and a loaded assault rifle, the safety off. The resistance had been cleared from the town and he knew the soldiers were trustworthy but one bad seed was bound to be in the bunch and he wasn't going to let $200B get away from him, especially because it would mean his ass.

He had a full thirty-one rounds loaded with another thirty at instant reach. There would be no mutiny. Lest did he know that sixteen Force Red Cell men were inside the operation, hiding amongst the midst. They were all loyal to the Empire and loyal to the mission and it was their job to sneak throughout the men and find those that were planning bad and keep the integrity of the Empire.

Finally, at 0400, the operation was the complete and they were ready to roll out. Helicopters were now to escort the convoy out, which included the FPVs that had been airdropped. The armada began moving immediately, with a single vehicle left, an M2008A1 Dingo APV, COL. Archer's vehicle. "Sir what are we going to do now?" His driver asked. The man manning the HMG on the roof was nervous, it was too quiet.

"Burn it!" He picked up the radio. "Initiate final phase."

"Yes sir." At a small artillery base not more than ten miles away, a battery of six M2013A1 Devestator vehicles were entering target coordinates for their fire mission. Each M2013 held twelve rockets and these six vehicles each had four MGM-190B-3 Devestator rockets, each one carrying 72 BLU-123C submunitions, each one filled with thermite. That meant they had a total of 1,728 submunitions to pour onto the village, burning the entire village to oblivion. "Coordinates set. Missiles firing. Head's up Colonel!" At the artillery base, the ground shook as twenty-four rockets lifted into the air at 2,000 miles per hour.

The missiles arched upwards into the night sky and locked onto the target with their inertial targetting system. They soared towards the village, moving quickly, targetting the village. COL. Archer had his M2008 parked on a hill, a mile away from the village, far enough to avoid the blast and close enough to see the village. He watched as overhead, something soared. Then, all twenty-four missiles broke apart and dispensed their five pound munitions. They drifted down towards the village slowly and gracefully, each one being parachute retarded. COL. Archer could see the munitions falling onto the village. About five hundred feet up, they burst and sprayed a gel onto the village, 1,728 munitions deploying at once. "Watch." He said to his driver as the munitions fell. Then, he smirked, "Fire." The whole village lit up and burst into flames. "Thermite gentlemen. Let's go."

"Yes sir." His driver said, without any confidence. Something wrong had just happened and they had to play catch-up, across enemy lines. They would have to get back across the border as fast as possible.

General OOC Note

Considering the deteoriating position of the Purifiers in Bolivia, I am considering killing off *all* the hostages, because the Purifiers would rather see them dead than released. If anyone has any objections to this idea, let me know. I will say that if there are any survivors, it will *not* be because the Purifiers willingly released them.

IC:



OOC: Good work. I don't mean to quibble, but the Roman leader is a Legate, not a General. They're the same thing however. Plus, we speak Latin.

Lucius Marcus Turvillus, the Legate of the 2nd Bolivian Legion stationed in Iquique (OOC: I assume this is where we're starting from) and second in command to Marconis, nodded at Pushkin's suggestion. "Agreed, sir," he wrote back, with the message translated from Latin to Russian by a translator, "there isn't much of a brain trust in Bolivia so getting there shouldn't be a problem. We are hearing of reports that resistance will intensify at the border, however."

The landing at Iquique was quick and painless for the Roman-Russian forces. Initial aerial bombardments destroyed the Chilean communication towers, leaving the beach defences helpless and uncoordinated. After an hour-long siege, Iquique itself was firmly in the hands of the Allies. Soon after the city was taken, the Allies went to work establishing a proper air base and seaport for supplies, as well as preparing connections to the south for the anticipated Bjornoyan front that would add another east-west supply line.

Meanwhile, the Rio de Janeiro forces were striking just as quickly as the Iquique Legions. By the end of the day, the entire Rio de Janeiro state was firmly in Allied hands, with Sao Paulo firmly in the Allies' crosshairs. The operations so far were going smoothly, much to Marconis' delight.

"Good work everyone. I'm proud of all of you. Keep up the good work," said Marconis to the rest of the Allied forces.

The Carthaginian Base

The Warriors of Bolivia, the gang that took out the real Bolivian government, set their sights on a siege of the Carthaginian base. They knew that with Carthage's involvement, the Purifiers' position in Bolivia would be too strong for them to handle, so they needed to take out their allies first. However, once they reached the camp, the Warriors realized that the Purifiers had done that for them.

"Why do you fight us?" asked a Carthaginian soldier to the approaching Warriors. "We are already at war with the Purifiers."

"Oh really?" said Jorge Martinez, second-in-command of the Warriors, "and why is that?"

The Carthaginian explained the story to Martinez, which seemed to provide a spark of inspiration to the Warriors.

"Well, tell the Major that should he assist us in taking down the Purifiers we will assist him in bringing him that vile scum Julio Maria," said Martinez. The Carthaginian acknowledged the request and raced to Ibrahim's barrack to tell him some potentially good news.

Meanwhile, some Purifiers went to La Paz to make an offer of their own to the Warriors. They realized that with even greater forces at Bolivia's doorstep the two groups couldn't risk a civil war. There were a few Purifiers upset with Rodriguez's death, convinced- like the Carthaginians- that Maria set it up, and it was hoped that with a common enemy, the Purifiers could make peace with the Warriors.

(OOC: TLS, do you think reports of Rodriguez's death would reach an international audience? If not, I'll remove this)

Ottawa

The Caesar was delighted at the progress the Allies were making. "Now that the campaign has started properly, it's good to know it's going according to schedule," said Hartian to himself. Then, his Intelligence service informed him of the death of President Rodriguez, news of which he was quick to reply to.

Without a valid government in Bolivia, we are announcing again the resumption of our military campaign to free our prisoners, and we are restating our position of not recognizing any Bolivian government that does not facilitate the proper release of the citizenry of Russia, Bjornoya, Norway and Rome. Furthermore, we are also announcing that the Roman Empire will remain at war with Bolivia should the hostages remain unreleased, for we will never be friends with a nation that abuses the rights of our citizenry.

Caesar Gaius Romanus Rodinus Hartianus

OOC: I think it would reach an international audience, yes.

IC:

Carthaginian Base
Major Ibrahim looked at his watch. Less than an hour to go until he would begin Operation: Cleansing Justice (OOC: The codename for his scorched-earth plan). "Sir, the Warriors offer to ally with us in our war against the Purifiers."
"Send them this message:

We would be more than willing to ally with you. With our assistance, you will be able to quickly crush the Purifiers and solidify control of Bolivia. They will most likely send a messenger to try and ally with you; however, they are not to be trusted. If you survive the coming war (Which, with such a pitiful ally, I highly doubt), they will turn on you once again. This is not just bad for you, this is bad for all of your people. We built the Purifier empire. And we shall destroy it.

~The lord giveth, and the lord taketh away."

(OOC: Reader Discretion Advised. This is where the tortured are almost all killed- a dozen or so, with four each from each nationality (Roman, Russian and Norwegian), run away successfully. I know it wouldn't actually work out equally, but I want to be fair. You may do as you please with the survivors.

I will also say that if anyone wants to RP getting *to* the Potosi camp, you can. Just don't go any further since the rest of Bolivia (the northern two-thirds of the country, including Sucre and La Paz) will be considerably well-defended because it'll be united after the Warriors take over. I just don't have time to RP that now.)

Potosi

With Julio Maria's government falling rapidly, the Purifier leadership had no other choice but to kill the prisoners they had kept for months in their dungeon of rape. Some of them had wondered why they hadn't done it earlier, especially since some of them believed the raping and torturing was getting kind of boring.

About an hour before the deadline, the prisoners felt their first reprieve from the torture they had just been subjected to. Most of them breathed a sigh of relief, but some of them knew something was up. Two of those people were Argentus and his new friend Penara, the comforting mother that helped sooth the silver baron through every night of the torture.

With several of the guards removed, many of the prisoners attempted to beat a hasty retreat. Their bonds were not exactly extremely tight to the ground- they were just chained to wooden boards that resembled a floor- which allowed many of them to break free. Most of the attempted escapees wouldn't make it, being shot to death by the guards as they ran. Fortunately for Argentus and Penara, they were reasonably close to the exit and surrounded by many people, meaning they'd be able to escape the building without harm, although bullets did graze them frequently.

About 30 or so people managed to escape the building, but only 12 managed to escape alive. Argentus and Penara were among the lucky ones, having successfully lost the Purifiers in a run fueled only by adrenaline. By now they- like the rest of the escapees- were just running, hoping to find a friendly soul willing to take them in. The rest of the prisoners- some 20,000 in total- were killed that night, in a spray of bullets that left no one standing. It would be a sight that no man would have ever wanted to make.

And life was rather pleasant, to their surprise. Along with their fancy machines and powerful weapons, the Bjornoyans brought vast quantities of rations, clothing, minor medical treatments, and crayons.

Crayons and blank construction paper...the peacekeepers distributed them en-masse to the three dozen elementary schools in the relatively deserted Chilean Tierra del Fuego. It was not merely an attempt to win over the hearts' of the populace; if the Federal Government tried to do that it would have gone bankrupt ages ago. No, this was an attempt to create, to control the minds of their new citizens. Bjornoyans not only admired creativity, they were dependent on it to run their economy, their government, and their culture.

The straight had been secured within three and a half days, and after another day and a half the 50,000 Bjornoyan Federal Peacekeepers, along with 156 Marder APCs, 146 Leopards, 42 howitzers, and 95 M2011 Scouts had been hastily transported across the straight to meet up with the 5th Roman Legion in Punta Arenas. The Roman commanding officer, a Legatus Legionis Helveticus Decimus (I assume? probably wrong, oh well) met with the Bjornoyan commanding officer of the 3 divisions. They decided the best course of action would be to move the troops up the coast, and give them plenty of air and naval support along the way. Any forces in the Chilean Andes would pose a problem only if they tried to invade the rugged mountains. It would be better to secure the coastline, and strangle the remaining defenders in the mountains by simply cutting of their supplies.

Within a week, the 5 Legion and the 1st, 3rd, and 5th Bjornoyan Federal Peacekeeping Divisions made their way up to Puerto Montt, and were heading to Santiago. Considering the vast amount of territory they needed to cross in order to reach Bolivia, they were doing quite well.

OOC: I doubt we would make it in time for Bolivia invasion before you guys. If you wanna wait, we'll be there in another week, otherwise start the spearhead and we'll do what we do best, keep the peace after the battle.

OOC: RomeW was that alright for the town?

OOC:

Layarteb, Bjornoya: That is ok.

Bjornoya: You're right on "Legatus Legionis", which can be shortened to simply "Legate". As far as the name of your Legate goes, "Helvetica" is the Roman name for Switzerland (in fact, the Swiss still call themselves "the Helvetican Confederation", hence "CH" as their country code). His name should be "Decimus Helveticus", "Decimus" being the praenomen, or "first name" with a last name of "Helveticus", which indicates that he's Swiss. He should have a middle name (all Romans do), a list of which can be found here (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Roman_nomina), or, you can use "Romanus" to indicate he's a first-generation Roman (this isn't a bad thing- the Emperor himself is a first-generation Roman). Normally, immigrant Romans kept their original names in full as "cognomen" (or the "last name"), meaning that some Romans can have four names (hence why the Legate is "Quintus Servillus Hector Marconis").

I should mention that in formal terms, every Roman is referred to by their last names, so "Gaius Romanus Rodinus Hartianus" becomes "Rodin Hartian" or simply "Hartian" (the Anglicized versions of the cognomen), "Quintus Servillus Hector Marconis" becomes "Hector Marconis" or simply "Marconis", "Lucius Marcus Turvillus" (the Legate of the 2nd Legion- remember, the Romans use "Legate" instead of "General") becomes "Turvillus" and, lastly, "Decimus (insert middle name) Helveticus" becomes "Helveticus". In informal speech, each Roman is referred to by their first names.

Anyway, that's just a minor point on names, which I hope can be of help. You guys are doing great. :)

IC:

Iquique

The Bjornoyans were making headway in Chile but it wasn't fast enough to keep up with the 1st and 2nd Legions already barreling through the Chilean mainland. They were about to cross into Bolivia proper when Marconis noticed something was out of the ordinary.

"What's this? Enemy buildup to the south of our position?" said Marconis to himself, looking at his radar. Realizing it was a threat that had to be contained, Marconis ordered the 1st Legion to march down along the Chilean coast to contain the moving threat.

The threat was none other than the Chilean Army (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Military_of_Chile) itself, and while it wasn't as strong or as organized as it was during Chile's glory days, it was still quite powerful.

Marconis alerted Helveticus of the 1st Legion's march, with the plan being to join up at Santiago. There would be probably the campaign's first decisive battle.

(OOC: Bjornoya, if you want to RP our armies meeting up and engaging at Santiago, go ahead. Also, I'll get to the Bolivian unification later tonight or tommorow- I ran out of time right now. It *will* happen, though).

OOC: RomeW, when you take over Bolivia you can def find that town and investigate what happened.

OOC: RomeW, when you take over Bolivia you can def find that town and investigate what happened.

OOC: Noted. I honestly had no clue there was even gold stored in Bolivia, actually. Silver, yes, gold, no; but I'll throw in Puerto Heath somewhere in the mix. :)

IC:

Sucre

As the Carthaginians and the Warriors marched on Sucre and with more and more Purifiers in open revolt against Maria, the Purifier leadership had no other choice but to flee. Maria's dream of ruling a unified Bolivian Empire was crumbling before his eyes, as his friends were shrinking and his enemies were growing in number. During the middle of the night, Maria and a handful of Purifier leaders ducked into the countryside not far from Sucre, with their destination being the border.

Meanwhile, in La Paz, the Purifiers and the Warriors struck a deal uniting the two groups together into a single Bolivian Government co-ruled by Purifier Orlando Sanchez and Warrior leader Eduardo Moya, a government they termed "the Bolivian Confederacy" (OOC: to avoid confusion with the "Bolivian Legion" (which are the Roman-led armies) and the Bolivian armies, the Bolivian armies will be called the Confederate armies). The new government had the potential to stabilize the situation in Bolivia if they simply went for the armistice that would allow for the peace that could rebuild the country but since both were more of military men than statesmen, both of them were bent on a counter-offensive designed to rid Bolivia of the Romans. The new Confederate Army totaled some 500,000 people, including the Carthaginian reinforcements, and were led by highly-skilled Carthaginian-trained officers. It didn't have the braun to match what the Romans could throw at them, but it would certainly have the wits.

Some in the Roman camp were prepared to sign an armistice given the fact that the new government had at the very least far weaker ties to the Cristobal Hector Rodriguez government that enslaved their people, but there was still the business concerning the slaves and it appeared the new Confederacy would be just as ineffectual. Still, there were hesitations about resuming the all-out offensive for the hope that a peaceful solution could emerge through all this.

That hesitation lasted for only a day. A surprise attack greeted the 2nd Bolivian Legion just before dawn at a border town between Chile and Bolivia along the road to Potosi, and while the Romans were able to contain the 100 or so marauders who attacked their camp, the message was clear: now there was no going back, for the Confederacy clearly put themselves at war with the Romans.

Pica, Chile (approximately 50 miles from the modern Chile-Bolivia border)

For Argentus and Penara, the run away from the Purifiers was exhausting. In almost eight days, they had ran an estimated 220 miles from Potosi, living off bugs and water whenever they could. Neither of them received a good night's sleep or a warm meal in almost a year, and they were starting to get desperate. Both of them prayed for them to be rescued, or, at the very least, some comfortable conditions for which they could recouperate a little.

Just outside of Pica their prayers were answered. Penara was the first to see the familiar standard of the Roman Army, the stately "SPQR" shining majestically in the hot sunlight. She was never much of a political person, but never before had the letters "SPQR" had so much meaning. "Mettius," she said, "we're home."

Argentus then immediately saw what Penara had pointed out, and he couldn't contain his emotions. His yelp caught the attention of the Centurion who commanded the camp, who quickly turned around to see what was happening. When he finally received a view, it would be something that he never believed could have been possible.

(OOC: Reader Discretion Advised)

There, right before his eyes, stood two naked people, visibly scarred from months and months of torture and rape. Both of them had visible lines on their faces indicating the many tears both had cried, and their mouths showing the obvious signs of the many yelps they had cried in pain.

"My goodness," said the Centurion, Appius Oranius Olara, "what happened?" He just stood there, paused and shaken by a shock he'd never seen even through his many years as a soldier. "Quick," stammered Olara to his soldiers, "get us some towels, water, some food, sandals...anything. They need our help and fast!" Olara then turned to Penara and Argentus. "Come with us. You're safe now."

Bolivian-Brazilian border

The Norwegian hostages who had managed to escape from the captivity rushed through the jungle, doing their best to avoid the animals that inhabited the jungle. There were two of them, both in their early twenties. They had attended the international school in Bolivia before they were captured, being in the foreign exchange program. Now, they had seen more horror than they ever had wanted to see. Fortunately, both men had been the mandatory year in the Norwegian Army, with survival training in various environments. That was why they had managed to survive for so long in the jungle.

Right now, they were going to have to cross over an open ground in the jungle. They had both gone back to their military training, and assumed that there were people following them. That was when one of them, Johannes, saw something on the horizon, coming towards them. He glanced closer, and saw it come closer and closer… Finally Johannes saw what it was. An A-10! The aircraft that the Norwegian Air Force used! He ran into the field and screamed his lungs out, waved his arms and jumped up and down.

In the A-10D ‘Tunderbolt II’, the pilot was keeping it at 70 feet and 300 knots, keeping low to make sure no enemy units tried to enter Brazil. When he glanced at the ground, he thought he saw something when he flew past. Something that looked like a naked man! Strange. He therefore slowed down a bit more and turned around, turning in such an angle that the two men on the ground could see the roundel of the Royal Norwegian Air Force clearly. As the pilot flew past again, he now saw two men, both in with a pale skin tone. This wasn’t any of the indigenous Indians. He preformed two more flybys before he was certain. This was most likely some of the hostages.

“Bolo one to Eagles Nest, Bolo one to Eagles Nest, come in, over.”

“Bolo one, this is Eagles Nest. Go ahead, over.”

“I’ve got what seems to be escaped hostages at my position, request immediate exfiltration, over.”

“Escaped hostages? Are you sure? Over.”

“Affirmative, repeating request for exfiltration, copy. Over.”

“Understand request for exfiltration of hostages. Maintain position, keep them safe. Copy, over.”

“Wilco. Out.”

The A-10 started to circle over the hostages, while at a base 90 kilometers away, two MH-60T Nighthawks warmed up their engines. A team from Spesielle Operasjonsgruppe 26, eight men, loaded up in the helicopters, four in each. After a few minutes, the two helicopters took off and accelerated to 145 knots and flew to the site of the evacuees.

Fourty-five minutes later

The MH-60Ts were closing in now, and saw the A-10 fly around in circles over the area. The two hostages stood out in the open, waving at the helicopters. One of the helicopters started to decend, while the other one took up an overhead position, covering the other helicopter with its M134 Miniguns.

As the chopper came to a hover a foot above the ground, the four SOFs inside got out and ran over to the men who stood some fifty meters away, AG5A1 carbines trained on them. They still didn’t know who they were, so there would be no chances taken.

Johannes and Egil saw the four men come towards them, and their eyes hung on to the camo scheme of their uniforms and the small Norwegian flags on the chests of their body armors. Rescue at last.

[Translated from Norwegian]

“Thank God you’re here! We’re Norwegians!” Johannes cried out, upon which the SOFs lowered their rifles a tad and looked at the two men. They were beaten, with open wounds and bruises all over their naked bodies. They also looked malnourished, and were in a generally bad state. The team leader finally regained his speech.

“My God, what have the bastards done to you?” he asked while the medic started to do what he could for the two men. The SOFs escorted them back to the helicopter while giving them what they had. There were more on the chopper.

“They… they killed them all. We managed to escape..”

“What? They killed who?”

“The others. Our friends… The other hostages.”

“My God…”

Once they all were on the chopper, with blankets, water and food in form of MREs, the team leader got up to the cockpit and got in touch with the Roman base. They would need a hospital, food, clothes and someone to document what the Bolivians had done to the hostages.

OOC: Wait, there am i in all this? And there are my hostages?

OOC: Wait, there am i in all this? And there are my hostages?

OOC: Just a few posts ago, I had the Purifiers kill all the hostages except 12 which managed to escape- four each from my nation, Norway and yours. Nobody has yet seen the Purifier camp, but the hostages are fleeing. If you want to RP meeting up with yours, go ahead.

As far as where your army should be, it should be at the border in Bolivia. You're moving with the 1st and 2nd Bolivian Legions and have a unit in the 3rd/4th Legions.

I'm figuring to make the movements easier, since there's four of us RPing and now four Legion groups (as the 1st Legion went south to Chile), should we each control one group? I'm open to suggestions.

I'm not sure if I'll be able to post until tommorow. Teacher's College Applications are due.... :(

OOC: Noted. I honestly had no clue there was even gold stored in Bolivia, actually. Silver, yes, gold, no; but I'll throw in Puerto Heath somewhere in the mix. :)

Yes, along the Madre De Dios River (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Madre_de_Dios_River).

Rio de Janeiro

When the reports came in that the Romans and Norwegians had recovered some of the hostages and were sending them to the hospital he just took over, Lucius Naevius Cornusus didn't know what to think. He'd seen a lot of badly injured people before, but if what the Romans and Norwegians were telling him were true, this would be beyond anything he could have ever comprehended.

The four people- three men and one woman- landed at the hospital late in the evening, where he would have someone examine each of them as well as a Roman officer ready to take in their stories. What he would see and hear would be beyond comprehension. Their tales of rape and torture- all of which were too similar to simply be coincidental- shocked the officer, Tiberius Antonius Marenum, and Cornusus upon hearing it.

"My goodness," said Marenum, "and here I was thinking I saw and heard everything." The doctor agreed. He then told each of the former hostages that each would have to kept for the next few weeks so they can undergo testing and any operations they may need to fully recover from their injuries.

"Do we go public with the story?" asked Cornusus after they were finished with the patients.

"Not yet. We need to investigate this first. We should, however, notify each of the governments."

(OOC: If everyone doesn't mind, I'm going to barrel through to the revalation of the Potosi camp, because I want to keep this thing moving. Bjornoya, I've decided to RP through the Chilean battle so our armies can meet up and barrel through together to Potosi. I'd also like to state that *all* of us will see what's present here).

Potosi

As soon as Marconis received word of the hostages, he informed the Allies of a change in plans. "We are receiving word that some of the hostages managed to escape from the Potosi camp and that many of the hostages have been, unfortunately, murdered. Therefore, we are requesting all units to proceed to Potosi so we can investigate these new charges."

The news came just as the Bjornoyan-Roman forces were able to finally meet up with the main Roman camp at Iquique, after thoroughly defeating the Chileans outside of Santiago a week before. The 1st and 2nd Legions were again reunited and able to resume their thrust into Bolivia.

It took the armies another week to get to Potosi, once it was able to navigate the Antiplano Plateau in the west and the jungles in the east. Once they arrived, they saw a small contingent of Warriors stationed around what appeared to be an abandonned building, with some hauling out what appeared to be garbage bags being placed into a truck.

Without hesitation, Decimus Romanus Helveticus- who assumed command on the field- radioed the rest of the legions:

(Encryption Max)

"I sense something suspicious there. Everyone move and engage the Bolivians, but proceed with caution- I want to preserve the contents of that building. I also want all the roads sealed to prevent that truck from getting anywhere"

(End Encryption)

Within minutes, the plan was executed without a hitch. The various tanks all sealed off the roads preventing the truck from escaping, and the infantry soldiers were literally too much for the 500 or so Warriors present at the building. After two hours, the Armies were able to move inside the building to examine its contents.

(OOC: Reader Discretion Advised)

Once inside, the soldiers could not even begin to fathom what they saw. They'd all been through some rather gruesome battles and seen things no human would ever want to see, but this went beyond the pale. Literally thousands of rotting corpses lay motionless on the floor, lying in a pool of blood that literally turned the floor red.

Because of the masses of bodies there, not every body was just a mass of skeletons, but even those were revealing. There, right before their eyes, the soldiers saw first-hand the evidence of the rape and torture the surviving hostages talked about. Many pictures were taken and send to their respective authorities while other bodies were collected for further examination, and while each of them knew that the more evidence they gathered the quicker the Bolivians could be brought to justice, there was just nothing any of them could do to make any sense about what they just saw.

Helveticus himself was taken even further aback by what he witnessed, particularly after he came across the body of what appeared to be his brother, Marco Ponigga (OOC: remember, Helveticus was born in Switzerland), who worked in Potosi for decades. After seeing Ponigga's rotting body, Helveticus literally burst into tears. Never before had the armyman cried, but this was no ordinary situation. The war had now become personal.

"Men," said Helveticus to the rest of the troops there, "we cannot let those who ordered this to go without justice. Our countrymen deserve it."

[OOC: I assume that this is all right. If not, lemme know and I'll change.]

The Norwegians who followed the Romans into the warehouse identified some of their own citizens, bot not nearly every one of them. That would be up to the DNA tests later. The highest-ranking Norwegian called his superiors, and got new orders. They would have to be informed to the Romans, but there was very little chance of the Norwegians changing the orders. The man, a oberst (Colonel) walked over to Helveticus.

"Sir, could I speak with you for a moment? It's regarding new orders from my superiors." The oberst hessitated, then decided that secrecy wasn't that important. Everyone might as well know what the Norwegians were going to do. "As of now, all Norwegian forces have been ordered to summarily execute all supporters of and all members of the 'Purifiers' after extensive interrogation as retaliation for their crimes against the Kingdom and its citizens. I just thought you should know sir."

The anger in the obersts eyes were clear. In his eyes, the 'Purifiers' weren't worth much more than a insect. They were something which no one would mourn the loss of.

[OOC: I assume that this is all right. If not, lemme know and I'll change.]

The Norwegians who followed the Romans into the warehouse identified some of their own citizens, bot not nearly every one of them. That would be up to the DNA tests later. The highest-ranking Norwegian called his superiors, and got new orders. They would have to be informed to the Romans, but there was very little chance of the Norwegians changing the orders. The man, a oberst (Colonel) walked over to Helveticus.

"Sir, could I speak with you for a moment? It's regarding new orders from my superiors." The oberst hessitated, then decided that secrecy wasn't that important. Everyone might as well know what the Norwegians were going to do. "As of now, all Norwegian forces have been ordered to summarily execute all supporters of and all members of the 'Purifiers' after extensive interrogation as retaliation for their crimes against the Kingdom and its citizens. I just thought you should know sir."

The anger in the obersts eyes were clear. In his eyes, the 'Purifiers' weren't worth much more than a insect. They were something which no one would mourn the loss of.

(OOC: No time for an IC Post tonight guys...sorry.

Cotland: Perfect! I'll respond to it ICly another day (though my guy would agree with you)...I have no time for it now.

The Lightning Star: You can start RPing as the united Confederate (i.e. Bolivian) Army. We're at the final push.)

(OOC: No time for an IC Post tonight guys...sorry.

Cotland: Perfect! I'll respond to it ICly another day (though my guy would agree with you)...I have no time for it now.

The Lightning Star: You can start RPing as the united Confederate (i.e. Bolivian) Army. We're at the final push.)

OOC: That would be akward, because look here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10034083&postcount=80), and you'll see that I've withdrawn all support for the Bolivians.

OOC: Sorry for not posting I really don't know what to do here, i mean now my forces joined up with Bjornyans as you said so i can't even command my portion to do anything without Bjornya's aproval.

OOC1:

The Lighting Star: Well, I'll still need someone to RP the crazy Bolivians, even if the Carthaginians are not involved at all. You don't have to necessarily bring Carthage back into the conflict- I just need someone to RP as the Bolivians since I can't do it myself, that's all.

Pushka: Technically speaking, you were all under *my* control because the way this was supposed to work was that we'd all mix together and form Legions comprised of a mixture of our forces- all commanded by Romans of course. I know things were a little sloppy, and I'm sorry about that.

IC:

The Norwegians who followed the Romans into the warehouse identified some of their own citizens, bot not nearly every one of them. That would be up to the DNA tests later. The highest-ranking Norwegian called his superiors, and got new orders. They would have to be informed to the Romans, but there was very little chance of the Norwegians changing the orders. The man, a oberst (Colonel) walked over to Helveticus.

"Sir, could I speak with you for a moment? It's regarding new orders from my superiors." The oberst hessitated, then decided that secrecy wasn't that important. Everyone might as well know what the Norwegians were going to do. "As of now, all Norwegian forces have been ordered to summarily execute all supporters of and all members of the 'Purifiers' after extensive interrogation as retaliation for their crimes against the Kingdom and its citizens. I just thought you should know sir."

The anger in the obersts eyes were clear. In his eyes, the 'Purifiers' weren't worth much more than a insect. They were something which no one would mourn the loss of.

Helveticus agreed. "Normally, as Romans we'd push for the proper process of the law, but clearly these (sneering) 'Purifiers' (end sneering) don't deserve it," said Helveticus. "They're not humans, they're animals."

He took a few moments to wipe the tears from his eyes and to collect himself, where he relayed new orders to all assembled there.

"Now that we're all here, it is time to reassess our positions and to strike back at these barbarians. Therefore, I am giving all of you new orders:

Bolivian Legion 5:

To the Romans: stay behind in Potosi, keep the city secure and gather up more evidence that we can use to put away these scoundrels. Assemble a Century to stay behind in this building to collect more evidence. We have a lot already but we'll still need more.

To Russia and Norway: you may both assemble a company of investigators to stay behind to help the investigations but no more. We'll need the bulk of your troops to finish this fight.

Bolivian Legion 4:

To the Romans: I want half of the Legion to proceed to Iquique and the other half to Rio de Janeiro to keep our supply lines open. Another Legion has been called up to each of those locations should be there to greet you when you arrive.

Bolivian Legions 1, 2 and 3, plus the other Russian, Norwegian and Bjornoyan units: we are now going to strike at Bolivia itself. You will be organized as follows:

Russia- your units will strike with Bolivian Legion 2 to La Paz.
Norway- your units will strike with Bolivian Legion 3 to the NE. Your main job is to find Julio Maria and bring him to the rest of us so we can fry that (censored).
Bjornoya- your units (whatever will remain) will strike with Bolivian Legion 1 to Sucre. The withdrawing units will proceed to Iquique."

OOC2: Now that we're all in Potosi, let's start this thing anew. I think to make things simple I'll have three groups, with one Legion each. I'm having three groups I believe Bjornoya is withdrawing the bulk of their forces, meaning it's just Puska, Cotland and myself, which should be more than enough to finish the campaign successfully.

Each Legion is going to have one "supertank" (or "Equite Magnus" (EM)) each. The EM combines the strength of 10 tanks and has a large mounted cannon to fire large rockets. It also has a speed of 10 mph. The idea of the EM is for shock value and for siegecraft, because it's essentially useless in field combat.

I realized I should have posted this earlier (my apologies), but this is how my troops work out in more detail:

Roman Legion

Total For Campaign: 3

Each Legion Contains:

1 Equite Division (Armoured Division)- 100 Abrams MBTs, 50 Bradley Assault Vehicles, 2050 Logistical Support Vehicles (Assorted Trucks)

1 Velite Division (Artillery Division)- 100 Rocket Launchers (Hummers with mounted cannons), 100 Anti-Aircraft Missile Launchers (M163A3 EADS)

Ground Troops Divided As Follows:

-10 Cohorts. 1 Cohort (2,000): 20 Centuries. 1 Century: 100.

-On the battlefield, the Cohorts are then organized along Maniples (lines), which consist of two centuries each per Cohort:

(a)Hastati (Front Line Ground Troops)

(b)Principes (Second Line Ground Troops)

(c)Triarii (Third Line Group Troops, Roman Elite Soldiers)

Total Soldiers:

-Machinery Personnel: 12,000 (Each Vehicle Contains 5 Crew, incl. Battlefield Logistical Personnel)

-Ground Troops: 20,000

-Total Forces (Legion): 32,000

Siege Engine

(Total For Campaign: 3)

Each Siege Engine Unit Contains:

2 Equite Divisions (Armoured Division)- 100 Abrams MBTs, 50 Bradley Assault Vehicles, 2050 Logistical Support Vehicles (Assorted Trucks)

2 Velite Divisions (Artillery Division)- 100 Rocket Launchers (Hummers with mounted cannons), 100 Anti-Aircraft Missile Launchers (M163A3 EADS)

1 Equite Magnus (“Supertank”- combined strength and armaments of 10 tanks, including 10 Guided Missiles and 10 Ballistic Missiles and Anti-Missile Defence System. Speed: 10mph. Crew (ea.): 50)

1 Cohort

100 Specialized Battlefield Logistical Support Vehicles (Crew (ea.): 5)

Air Cavalry

(Total Units For Campaign: 3)

Each Unit Contains:

-10 Air Cavalry Helicopters (Crew (ea.): 2)- CH-53 Sea Stallion

-10 Air Cavalry Transport Aircraft (Crew (ea.): 5)- C-17 Globemaster III

-100 Aquila Class Fighters- F-16 Fighting Falcon

-100 Fulmini Class Fighters- B-2 Spirit

-20 Falcone Class Fighter-Bombers- F/A-22 Raptor

-20 Reconnaissance Aircraft- RC-135 River Joint

-2 Airborne Early Warning Aircraft- EP-3E Aries II

-1 Tanker (Crew (ea.): 5)- KC-135 Stratotanker

-10 Attack Helicopter (Crew (ea.): 2)- Mi-28- incl. 4 Mi-28N's and 3 Mi-28A's

Total Personnel (Unit): 219

I'm going to organize the troops with each one of us (Pushka, Cotland and myself) RPing as one group. Described below is what each group has and where they're going to go from Potosi:

Legion 1: Myself. This is the main unit and will feature simply Roman troops and whatever Bjornoya wishes to leave behind. Legate: Decimus Romanus Helveticus. Goal: Sucre.
Legion 2: Pushka. This will have one Roman Legion and Siege Engine Unit plus all of your troops/equipment. Legate: Lucius Marcus Turvillus. Goal: La Paz.
Legion 3: Cotland. This will have one Roman Siege Engine Unit plus all of your troops/equipment. Legate: Quintus Arrius Scandina. Goal: Julio Maria (NE jungles).

If you guys want to do it differently, let me know. Otherwise, this is how the RP shall now proceed.

OOC: Alright this is more like it.


IC:

Joined by the 2nd Bolivian Legion the Russian forces were now moving towards La Paz. The resistance was minor, the troop movement was steady. From time to time minor clusters of enemy were wiped out by percision hits by 1st A/R Division's 2S4 240mm mortars shooting submunition rounds and annihilating the enemy with single strikes. If a cluster was too big to be taken out by one or two artillery rounds then an air strike would be called in. Either way once the Russian and Roman soldiers got to the enemy position there was no one left alive there to kill so they just kept marching further. The Russian R/C-R has succefully achieved a 24 hour surveillance network over the path of Russian/Roman advance. La Paz was only as far away as it would take allied tanks to get there.

OOC: Will post ICly tommorow. This is just a bump for TLS.

The Norwegians were advancing rapidly, supported by the Romans. All the soldiers were informed of the situation, and they were for the most part pissed off from the balls of the 'Purifiers'. Therefore, they were moving rapidly through the jungles, stopping only in the villages they passed by to check on the allegiances of the people. If anyone were found supporting the 'Purifiers', they were given a drumhead trial. If found guilty (which they all were), they were sentenced to death, tied up, taken to the closest wall and shot. The bodies were left on the sides of the roads along with signs which said "I supported the Purifiers" around their necks. It ought to be enough to discourage the surviving people from supporting the 'Purifiers', but there were always some idiots. Fortunately, thanks to Darwins law about the strongest and most clever surviving, the idiots didn't stick around on this earth for long. 12 6.8x43mm rounds straight to the heart made sure of that.

As the Norwegians moved closer and closer to the last known position of Julio Maria, the commander of the Norwegian forces contacted the Roman commander, Quintus Arrius Scandina, and had them set up the artillery so they would shell the position if the locals refused to hand Maria over. Meanwhile, the Roman and Norwegian infantry and tanks surrounded the position, killing anyone who refused to move or who resisted.

An ultimatum was sent over to the inhabitants of the town.

"Hand over Julio Maria unharmed, or we will level the area and kill everyone."

Nice and simple. Already, A-10D Thunderbolt IIs and FB-22A Mantas were standing by, carrying Hydra-70 rocket pods (A-10D) and 2,000lb bombs (FB-22A). F-37C Razors were also ready, them being armed with AAMs, Mavericks and 1,000lb bombs. It was time for a showdown.

OOC: I figure now would be a good time to present the division of the Bolivian Confederate Army for anyone that wants to take over that position.

Troop Strength (overall): 510,000
Number of well-trained soldiers: 120,000
Equipment: non-military grade machine guns

Locations:

Sucre:
170,000 Troops overall
40,000 Well-Trained Soldiers

La Paz:
170,000 Troops overall
40,000 Well-Trained Soldiers

NE Bolivia
170,000 Troops overall
40,000 Well-Trained Soldiers

South of Sucre

The 1st Bolivian Legion barrelled through to Sucre from Potosi at a breakneck pace. Resistence overall was minimal, and some of the Bolivian gangs were even convinced to move along with the Legions, one of the main reason why Marconis and the Spanish-speaking Romans were recruited for the campaign in the first place. The gangs made up more Cohorts for the Legion, bringing the troop strength to about 40,000 once Rome hit the city itself.

The Romans stopped to a hilltop within five miles of the Sucre city limits in order to properly scout the city's position. The Confederate Army had amassed 170,000 troops in Sucre itself in what appeared to be really co-ordinated formations. Given that the Legion's strength on the ground was no more than 32,000, caution had to be taken.

"Send the Equite Magnus to the top of the hill and start bombarding the city. Call in the Avii and tell them to sweep in and shoot at the Bolivians. Send in the tanks to bombard enemy positions and to block off all the roads. Once the Army is cleared then we'll send in the Legions to mop everything up." The bombardment thus began.

OOC: Hope you don't mind. Bored...

"Colonel Archer, stand there please, this will only take a minute." The man with the star said. He was a Brigadier General and therefore outranked Colonel Archer. He was part of the ILSF and was an operational commander for Recon Force and he had been the one to put together this operation.

"Yes sir!" Colonel Archer stood at attention, proud that his incursion across the border was done so successfully, so quickly, and netted so much money.

"Now, I understand that this operation has gone off without a hitch."

"Yes sir it has."

"Very well. We are impressed with your handling of this situation and given this, we will be offering you a Silver Star."

"Thank you sir."

"Well, let's not just to haste yet. The reason we have called for this impromptu meeting is that, unfortunately, we have some bad news to convey."

"Sir?"

"Colonel Archer. It seems that, while you have carried out our order to the T and left no surface unchecked, it seems that a bit of misfortunate has been bestowed upon you and your men."

"I don't understand sir."

"It seems that a single Bolivian guard has escaped from the village. Apparently his wounds were so severe that had he not been picked up by an investigating army unit, he would have died. As far as we are aware, he is still unconscious. However, he has been nursed back to health and he will survive."

"Sir, we checked that..."

"Don't worry we do not hold you accountable for this. It seems that he was shot four times, twice in the lung. There is no way you could have mistaken him for being alive or anybody for that matter."

"Thank you sir."

"But it shall be your job to fix the situation."

"I understand sir."

"Very good. He is being held at an army barracks just fourteen miles east of the village, the same barracks where the men responded from, and where you will respond to, understood?"

"Yes sir."

"Your force contingent should be small, no more than two dozen men. You will ingress on FPVs and assault the barracks. You are to bring the soldier back, alive. It seems his miraculous escape is far too great to avoid another incident and we shall not require you to behead the man."

"Sir."

"You will bring him back alive."

"Yes sir."

"Very well. Go under the cover of darkness and I do not want to have this go wrong. Your track record has been nothing less than impressive so shall it remain that way?"

"Yes sir."

"Dismissed." The Colonel saluted and left the office. He was going on this mission and he was taking the most experienced twenty-two men he could. They would take eight FPVs with seats for twenty-four men. They would bring twenty-three and return with the twenty-fourth. They had twelve hours until the sun went down and they would take the opportunity to outfit their vehicles with weapons, ammunition, supplies, grenades, and medical equipment. Silencers and suppressors would be mandatory and they weren't looking to use the mounted weaponry on any of their FPVs but, just in case, they made sure that they were fully loaded and in propper working order. There would be no air support, no ground support, and no INTEL. They were going in completely alone.

OOC: No, it's cool. May post later.

"Mount up!" Colonel Archer and his force of eight FPVs and twenty-two men stood outside the briefing area at a forward base along the Bolivian/Peruvian border. Their vehicles were off, loaded, and ready. So were they. "Listen up. It seems someone escaped the village. He's being held and treated at an army barracks here," he pointed to a spot on the map. "It is fourteen miles east of the village, into enemy territory and it is manned by at least eighty armed soldiers who are equipped with up to three IFVs and two tanks. Other information is sketchy but we can expect heavy resistance.

"We're going to need full stealth and surprise, meaning that nobody shoots until we're in the barracks. Understood?"

"Yes sir!"

"Alright. Units one through four on me. We're going to hit from the north, out of this pass here. Units five through eight, you will hit from the west, on a spearhead. Once you are in the barracks, engage all targets. Use your SLATDWs against any vehicles you see. I trust everyone is bringing at least two. We've retrofitted three of them for use. One is going to be on the side gunner, to his right. The other two are on the top. This gives us a little extra firepower. Now, with that in mind. Suppressors and silencers only men. We can't risk going in as such because of the necessity for time and speed so we're going in guns blazing. Unit one, my unit, will secure the principle and we will all evac back to base. Egress speed will likely be sixty to seventy-five miles per hour. Any questions?"

"One sir."

"What's that lieutenant?"

"Support, sir?"

"None. I understand men." He saw the looks on their face. They were outnumbered, not outgunned, but they also were unaware of the terrain. "It will be like we did at the village, except we'll know who the bad guys are. Anything else?" Nobody said anything. "Let's move then!"

Thanks. :) I really want to finish this thread.

Yeah, you'll be losing :p

Anyway, the ORBAT is this:

-Three main theatres of conflict:
NE Bolivia (in the jungle, vs. Cotland)
La Paz (vs. Pushka)
Sucre (vs. myself)

Cotland, Pushka and I have already made posts outlining the situations we're in- all that's needed is a response. Also, since you'll be controlling the Bolivian Confederate Army, you can resolve the Puerto Heath scenario as you wish (I just want the town when it's all said and done).

-Troop breakdown:
170,000 Troops per theatre (510,000 troops overall)
40,000 Well-Trained troops per theatre (120,000 Well-Trained troops overall)
Weaponry: non-military grade machine guns, Molotov cocktails

Essentially, the Bolivian Confederate Army is more of a militia than an actual army, but they're Carthaginian trained so they're not pushovers. They don't have Carthaginian weaponry since Carthage officially pulled their support of them, but they still have the skills gained from them.

I've been asked to help him finish up this thread and so I shall. But my head hurts right now so I'll have to try later tonight or tomorrow.

I've been asked to help him finish up this thread and so I shall. But my head hurts right now so I'll have to try later tonight or tomorrow.

OOC: Thanks. This thread deserves an epic finish. :D

I changed some of the numbers. Those were just too big. Pelep had some serious forces but not that many in that area.

NE Bolivia

The men had mustered but they were ill-equipped. There were a lot of them, some 170,000 of which only about 40,000 were well trained. The rest were part of rag-tag militas set up while the 40,000 had all recieved expert Carthiginian training, something that made them the leaders and the rest nothing but swine. But, they were all fighting for the same cause, against the Norwegian invaders in the Northeast, who had amassed a sizeable force, complete with full air support, something they dreaded. They had a few Iglas and Stingers in their inventory but nothing truly capable of taking down the aircraft the Norwegians would throw at them.

By the time the battle at Julio Maria came, they were down to a fraction of that. They had only about 12,000 men, of which only about 2,000 were well-trained. They had little weaponry available except for a pair of Stinger launchers and about a dozen rounds. Their assault rifles were all on the mends and their grenades were either duds or the fuses were unreliable. Who knew what the deal was? They would fight though.

As the calls of the Norwegians came to surrender, they defiantly set off flares and protested. "Vete pal carajo!" It meant one thing, "Go to hell!"

La Paz

La Paz would be the stage of an epic battle. The Bolivians had their most sizeable force here, numbering 60,000 total with at least 20,000 well-trained soldiers. They turned the city into a mine-infested death trap. Claymores, anti-tank mines, and anything else that could prove a problem to the Russians was in the city. They distrusted and loathed them far more than the Romans or the Norwegians. Both the Romans and the Norwegians weren't out to play nice but they would never do anything as sick and vile as the Russians would. They were prepared to fight for their last remaining city of any size.

Reconnaissance elements reported Russian armored and artillery units just slaughtering towns and villages along the way, killing civilians and those who wished to fight for their land, mostly farmers with shotguns. This made the men furious. Of the few tanks they had in the city, all of them were ready and operational. They had two main types, the M1A2 Abrams, which numbered roughly forty, and the devestatingly powerful TAM tank, which was equipped with a lesser gun than the M1A2 but it was well armored, especially since they modified them. They had sixty-two examples of these. Other than that, they had at least a hundred other vehicles, including armored personnel carriers, infantry fighting vehicles, and anti-tank units. TOW launchers were set up in buildings and MANPAD systems were dispersed throughout the city. Explosive charges were placed underneath roadways in the sewers and tunnels fashioned by the Pelepian milita were to be used to their full extent.

They planned to topple buildings over, crushing the Russian advance, using their mines and death traps. This was going to be a true city fight, house to house, block to block, and alleyway to alleyway.

Sucre

Sucre was an outpost, a forgotten one at that. The Bolivian leadership pulled in most of their forces to fight in La Paz, leaving Sucre with only about one third of what they originally had, meaning only 56,000 soldiers. On the plus side, 40,000 were all well-trained and well equipped. They scrounged together rocket grenade launchers, assault rifles, anti-tank and personnel mines, explosives, machine guns, and even a dozen helicopters. Their ground force consisted of two dozen modified TAM tanks and at least forty-five other vehicles.

Their main weapon would be mortars and anti-tank rockets, all of which were set up throughout the city. They studied the ways of the Texans and their defeat to the Romans. They would not make the same mistakes. Underground tunnels were separated from sewers and gasoline lined no trenches. Electrical lines were sporadically dropped and explosives charges were placed at designated spots, underneath the roadway, but they planned a different war.

They wanted to sucker the Romans into the city, close it off, and then slaughter them inside a raging inferno. All of them knew how to make napalm and Molotov cocktails were their best weapon.

OOC: wtf mate, then did i say that i was slaughtering civilians? That is what they call God Moding. Edit your post please and let me RP my own advance, i do things a special way.

OOC: wtf mate, then did i say that i was slaughtering civilians? That is what they call God Moding. Edit your post please and let me RP my own advance, i do things a special way.

I give up on you. You are so pointless. Will someone please explain to him the concept of skewering facts to enrage soldiers to fight because he won't read it if I do.

OOC: No i get the part about the recoinessance elements but not the part before it, that just seemed like you were making up actions for me, maybe if you could clarify...

OOC: No i get the part about the recoinessance elements but not the part before it, that just seemed like you were making up actions for me, maybe if you could clarify...

OOC: Just post and stop turning everything into an OOC argument with me.

OOC: Alright son, don't wet your panties now...

IC:

Pushkin and the Roman Legatus were looking over large aerial fotographs of La Paz layed out on their table. Both commanders were discussing their next move.

Pushkin: First of all we shell the hell out of the enemy positions, we are close enough to be precise enough to remove them surgically, they can't move much since their tactics dictate to them that the only way to win is to hold and reinforce their positions until we run out of men to send at them. We received satelite footage of them laying out the anti-tank mines. Here the area marked with red circles are the fields we were able to detect. I say we shell for two days then move in. This should give us enough time to prepare for an assault, we will surround the city and advance from all sides. My troops will get the North and west, yours can get the South and East. Do you have any objections?

Lucius: No, not at all, we need to identify the areas which our respective artilleries will be shelling in order to increase efficiency.

He took out his marker and drew something on the big shot of the whole city

Lucius: I am thinking you can distribute your rounds on this side of the city and i will do the same with the other. We should make sure to also drop some "apples" at the mine fields.

Pushkin: Yes of course. My troops as i said will enter from North and West i will order them to move into the positions immediately. The enemy has about 60000 troops, because of the lack of men on our part i have ordered 7th Paratrooper division that is currently aiding the Norwegians to transport here, they should be here in two days then we start the attack, this will put total number of Russian Federation close combat troops to exactly 21500, this is not counting artillery or AA troops.

Lucius: 2nd Bolivian Legion consists of 32000 troops, this should be more then enough especially after 2 days of shelling.

Pushkin: I agree.

Pushkin shook Luciu's hand.

Pushkin: Good luck.

Half an hour later first shells started firing, people started dying.

OOC: Who the hell is the leader over here? Also eh what are the key positions in here? Anyways you can just RP those positions taking shells and missiles. My shelling is pretty precise just so you know.

OOC: What are you firing? Caliber, range, quantity, systems, type?

OOC: No time for a post tonight (it's too late).

Pushka: The leader for your group is supposed to be Lucius (since this is a Roman operation), but if you want to RP Lucius and Pushkin being- in practice- the co-leaders that's okay.

The overall lead is Marconis, who's off the coast of Iquique in a battleship, while the leader on the field is Helveticus, who is at Sucre.

Layarteb: I had initially thought Bolivia had something like 50 million people but I realize they only have eight- that's why I had 510,000 soldiers. I'll get to you tommorow- this should be fun. :)

OOC: No time for a post tonight (it's too late).

Pushka: The leader for your group is supposed to be Lucius (since this is a Roman operation), but if you want to RP Lucius and Pushkin being- in practice- the co-leaders that's okay.

The overall lead is Marconis, who's off the coast of Iquique in a battleship, while the leader on the field is Helveticus, who is at Sucre.

Layarteb: I had initially thought Bolivia had something like 50 million people but I realize they only have eight- that's why I had 510,000 soldiers. I'll get to you tommorow- this should be fun. :)

OOC: Well don't forget I slammed into Peru and Ireland before you hit Bolivia so I actually had most of the soldiers come fight me there...Didn't know you were going to do Bolivia or else I would have left you some :). Isn't Marconis the guy from Houston? If so, damn!

OOC: What are you firing? Caliber, range, quantity, systems, type?

OOC: Check the 3rd or second page of this thread i brought 1 A/R division.

A/R Division:
#in an army: 3
Men: 2100
155mm Incinérateur Rapid Firing Artillery Gun: 400
Corbulo Self-Propelled 155mm Field Gun: 200
2S4 240mm Self-Propelled mortars: 125
TOS-1: 400
Trucks/Heavier Transporting Vehicles: 950

Here we go. All my artillery is modified with VRPB targeting, basically same as GPS targeting just a different interface and ties up with the rest of my system so for example i can target a building with an artillery piece by having a recoinessance aircraft register it on the VRPB model.

OOC: Check the 3rd or second page of this thread i brought 1 A/R division.

A/R Division:
#in an army: 3
Men: 2100
155mm Incinérateur Rapid Firing Artillery Gun: 400
Corbulo Self-Propelled 155mm Field Gun: 200
2S4 240mm Self-Propelled mortars: 125
TOS-1: 400
Trucks/Heavier Transporting Vehicles: 950

Here we go. All my artillery is modified with VRPB targeting, basically same as GPS targeting just a different interface and ties up with the rest of my system so for example i can target a building with an artillery piece by having a recoinessance aircraft register it on the VRPB model.

So all of those are firing rounds? Is there any number or just a constant shelling for 2 days?

OOC: Heh, now you're just picking on unneeded details...but okay...yes this things are firing on for 2 days straight, first on the enemy positions, then those mine fields i do know about and then just random clusters of the enemy as they get picked up by aerial intelligence. They won't be firing all at once, one battery fires another one has ammunition brought to it, then the first one stops firing and the recently reloaded one starts firing.

OOC: Heh, now you're just picking on unneeded details...but okay...yes this things are firing on for 2 days straight, first on the enemy positions, then those mine fields i do know about and then just random clusters of the enemy as they get picked up by aerial intelligence. They won't be firing all at once, one battery fires another one has ammunition brought to it, then the first one stops firing and the recently reloaded one starts firing.

OOC: Knowing the number of shells is unneeded details. Okay. 3 shells per unit = damaged building; 2 days = nothing left of the city. That's pretty needed I'd say.

OOC: Oh alright so then i say that i am tracking and targeting your aircraft you automatically RP it as though i used radar but now you choose to ask me. Anyways i am really tired of arguing with you, its like talking to a rock. Two shells per unit, okay, happy now? Can you move on?

OOC: Oh alright so then i say that i am tracking and targeting your aircraft you automatically RP it as though i used radar but now you choose to ask me. Anyways i am really tired of arguing with you, its like talking to a rock. Two shells per unit, okay, happy now? Can you move on?

OOC: I don't mind how you shell the city. You can use a whole battery I don't care. How do you it is how you do it. I just want to know the details so I can RP accordingly. If you want to use all batteries 2 days straight go ahead, that's your own perogative.

OOC: I have targets outlined for you once they are done with there will be no more shelling. Now can you please RP a response?

La Paz

On the distance, muffled thuds and spurts echoed over the horizon. "Artillery!" One of the soldiers in an outpost building shouted as he saw flashes on the horizon. They expected this but to what degree they weren't sure. As the screams of "Artillery" echoed throughout La Paz, shells came raining down, with more than devestating accuracy. Two giant clusters of soldiers, which included no less than 1,000 people, came under a hard barrage of shell fire, reducing no less than eight buildings to steaming, bloody rubble. Those were the first shells to hit. As soldiers scrambled for the underground tunnels, more and more rained down.

Minefields set by the soldiers were struck with precision and fortitude. The secondary effects of the mines wouldn't be good for the Bolivians monitoring the fields from their perches.

Throughout the night, some 1,450 artillery shells and mortar rounds slammed into the city. They hit with precision and accuracy that could only be had from reconnaissance drones and excellent targetting systems. It was night time and shooting down any drones was out of the question. They wouldn't have the necessary IR signature for MANPAD use so they were pretty much invulnerable to the types of weapons the Bolivians had.

In addition to the shells, a vast number of rockets from their TOS-1 units devestated a least a full half of their armored units, which had all emitted lots of infrared radiation given their being on because of the impending battle. They didn't want to be caught asleep.

When the dust settled the next morning, 5,000 of the well-trained Bolivians were dead. 10,000 of their foot soldiers were gone. That constituted a full quarter of their force. They had eighteen operable M1A2 tanks and forty-six TAM tanks. Their remaining vehicles numbered seventy.

OOC: Then i was asking who is in charge i was meaning to ask who is in charge of the resistance in La Paz also is there like a administrative center for the resistance? I was gonna send my special forces in. This is also a chance for me to test my new Ko-1 Multi Purpose Unmanned Vehicles in combat for the first time so i really want to do this. I posted the design like a month ago but haven't quite had a chance to use them in any kind warfare, they should help my guys kick a lot more ass then usual.

OOC:

Pushka: The overall resistance leader is Eduardo Moya, and, fortunately for you, he's in La Paz. Though these are well-trained soldiers- they're not going to crumble completely without Moya.

Layarteb: No, that was Marcus Maderia in Dallas (not Houston), but this isn't some unseasoned rookie. Legates need at least six years of experience, and besides, the Romans learn from their mistakes as a collective. This was a society built from war, remember? :D

I should also mention that we struck unannounced- I began the shelling here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10047731&postcount=112)

Also, are the explosive devices powerful enough to destroy a tank in one explosion?

IC:

The orders from Helveticus were clear and simple: surround the city and advance slowly- very slowly. "Shoot at anything- cars, buildings, power lines, you name it. We cannot take anything to chance here," said Helveticus to his soldiers. "Be aware of your positions at all times and advance slowly. We cannot rush this since we have less men. We may have more advanced equipment but that doesn't guarantee success. We must be efficient."

The one area that was quick to strike was the Avii (OOC: Air Force). They were already overtop of the city, continuing to fire at everything and striking in advance of the tanks, but their goal was the power station. They were convinced this battle would go the same way it went in Dallas- only that Rome would cut off the snake's head in one stroke.

The Norwegians and Romans got the message from the Bolivian defenders. They wanted to die. That was fine by the Norwegians and Romans, and the Roman commander told the Norwegians that the Roman legion was to maintain the perimeter, refusing anyone entry or exit, while the Norwegians moved in. However, first they were to level the defending area. Norwegian M109A7 Paladin self-propelled howitzers were already in posision, but they would wait a short while to fire. The HIMARS units would fire first.

Each HIMARS carried six artillery rockets each, with a total of 108 Norwegian-made Mk.216 rockets dispersed among the 18 HIMARS units in the theatre of operations. Those 108 rockets again carried 66 small Mk.96 bomblets, giving a total of 7,128 projectiles thrown over the enemy. The 108 rockets were fired exactly four minutes after the reply from the Bolivians were recieved. As the rockets came over the city, the rockets opened and the bomblets were released.

Each bomblet weighed 30 kilograms, of which half was PXBN explosive, and the other half iron. They also had a small altimeter, and at 30 meters above the ground, they exploded and spread a lethal shower of iron shrapnel down at the area. The shrapnel was able to penetrate the thin upper armor of tanks, and hopefully kill the inhabitants of the tanks. They were also lethal to infantry.

After the rockets had been fired, 72 M109A7 Paladins opened fire, sending lethal 155mm projectiles down to the enemy. They fired in a relaxing pace, two rounds per minute. The artillery bombardment would continue for six hours, leaving a total of 51,840 155mm projectiles raining over the area. It was the bulk of the ammunition available, but they would be resupplied soon enough.

While the army units started opening fire, 36,000 feet above the ground, things were different. A flight of 4 FB-22A Manta bombers moved towards the area. Inside their bombbays, they carried 30 250kg (500lb) laser-guided bombs, a light load for the light bombers. They would be bombing targets illuminated by the ground units and UAVs. Another four FB-22s carried 40 Mk-82 250kg (500lb) retarded bombs, which were released on top of the known enemy posisions, collected from satellites and UAVs.

Also in the air, but considerably lower were 12 F-37C Razors equipped with AGM-214A Hellfire III missiles, AGM-65T Maverick missiles and laser-guided bombs in addition to the air to air missiles. They were to loiter over the area for the moment, while 2 A-10D Thunderbolt IIs dropped 250kg Mk-82s and fired Hydra-70 2.75 inch rockets and their massive 30mm GAU-8/A Avenger gatlig cannon at enemy positions as they strafed by, flying low and fast, dropping chaff and flares and jammed like hell. The air and artillery attacks would go on for six hours before the first infantry units would start to move in slowly, supported by main battle tanks and helicopters.

OOC: RomeW when you say tanks to bombard do you mean main battle tanks or artillery units? You are better off with artillery units. Even at an angle and height, sure a tank shell can reach a city from five miles away, especially an M1A1/2 or modern MBT but it won't be very accurate or powerful. If you use artillery like from a howitzer or a gun (155MM or whatever) you have a lot better chance of hitting what you want and destroying it. And yes a 155MM artillery shell will seriously damage a tank. Multiple shots will kill it. Tanks are armored most in the front, least in the rear, and their top in between those so it can resist some but it will fall eventually. This is why most ATGMs are top-down attack.

NE Bolivia

The first shells that hit the city were the bomblets, the most devestating. They had a few vehicles left in the city. When the steel rain began, the bodies began to pile up. Buildings crumbled and everything out in the open turned to dust. Amidst the rain provided by the tens of thousands of artillery shells, which hit with unparalelled and unprecendented precision, soldiers scrambled. Those who could make it to their underground tunnels did, but not before 4,000 of them were laid to waste by the artillery fire.

When the bombs began to rain down from the city, tunnels shook. Some sections collapsed, others imploded under the concussion. The bombs came from high and hit with precision, aimed at the only buildings left standing, which weren't many. By the time the shelling and the bombardment ceased, smoke rose from the city and the tallest points were building walls that were left, not the rest of the building. It resembled something out of a horror movie of a post-apocalyptic city. Houston had been sparred a far lesser fate than this city.

OOC: RomeW when you say tanks to bombard do you mean main battle tanks or artillery units? You are better off with artillery units. Even at an angle and height, sure a tank shell can reach a city from five miles away, especially an M1A1/2 or modern MBT but it won't be very accurate or powerful. If you use artillery like from a howitzer or a gun (155MM or whatever) you have a lot better chance of hitting what you want and destroying it. And yes a 155MM artillery shell will seriously damage a tank. Multiple shots will kill it. Tanks are armored most in the front, least in the rear, and their top in between those so it can resist some but it will fall eventually. This is why most ATGMs are top-down attack.

OOC: Yeah, it's supposed to be artillery units, though the Equite Magnus (the supertank) began the shelling. The tanks are there to block off the roads and to provide cover, though I'll probably eventually fire at everything, since Sucre could use a bit of "remodellling".

I asked about the explosives since you had them underneath the road, and I wondered if I ran over them with a howitzer or a tank would the tank or howitzer be subsequently lost, or would it take multiple hits from those road devices?

Will post ICly later.

OOC: Yeah, it's supposed to be artillery units, though the Equite Magnus (the supertank) began the shelling. The tanks are there to block off the roads and to provide cover, though I'll probably eventually fire at everything, since Sucre could use a bit of "remodellling".

I asked about the explosives since you had them underneath the road, and I wondered if I ran over them with a howitzer or a tank would the tank or howitzer be subsequently lost, or would it take multiple hits from those road devices?

Will post ICly later.

Yes. A tank is more armored than a howitzer so if the mine could disable a tank, it'll tear a howitzer to shreads. The anti-tank mines I used are the common US made ones, the circular ones that have been known to blow up T-72s in single shots. Now if there is a mine-protection plate on the bottom of the tank it'll deflect the explosion. Doubtful it would survive more than two hits though. See an anti-tank mine uses a directional (shaped) charge, which focuses all of the blast upwards, to a spot on the tank. That is why it may only have 30 pounds of explosives but be able to disable a tank. Not many vehicles carry underside armor for mines, unfortunately. ATGMs need more explosive power and more KE because they attack through the top, which is usually more armored than the underside.

OOC: This will have to be quick, I'm sorry. Will have to sign off soon.

IC:

As the Howitzers advanced, one of them encountered one of the mines the Bolivians had laid. The explosion ripped the vehicle to shreds, sending shockwaves around the Roman camp.

"Lay back!" ordered Helveticus. "Maintain your positions and fire at anything."

He then conferred with his advisors about the possibility of airdropping troops to the centre of the city and forcing the Bolivians to go overtop of their own mines. "Two can play at this game."

[OOC I'm using the new designations for my vehicles instead of the old ones listed.]

After the bombardment, the infantry started moving into the devestated city. KPV-5A2 Løve main battle tanks moved in the front, supporting the Norwegian infantry, who were fighting dismounted from their IPV-6A1 Gramstad APCs. The infantry were for the most part armed with AG6A1 assault rifles and AG4A2 assault carbines, and were supported by the heavy machine guns on the Gramstads and the massive 30mm chainguns on the IPV-4A2 Viking IFVs. Fires were burning around the city, and the soldiers felt like they had entered an apocalyptic version of hell.

The soldiers progressed into the city, shooting everything that moved. IV-10A1 Dunder and IPV-6A2 Gramstad reconnisance vehicles were sent in first, to scout the area out in advance of the soldiers. Artillery followed the units every step of the road, mostly thanks to the state-of-the-art datalink system that the Norwegians used. It allowed every military unit to keep track of where each unit was on a digital display. Every unit had a tag, but only squad leaders and upwards in the military hierarchy had the necessary equipment so they could see where everyone were, going straight into the goggles of the operator. It was brand new, and completely classified. However, as time progressed, they would distribute the equipment to every soldier. This was the first combat test, and it would show if the system was to be further developed, or rejected.

The recon vehicles scanned the area with FLIR, thermal imagery and good old-fashioned eyesight, but they saw nothing other than dead people and burning ruins. The go-ahead was given via the datalink system, and the units moved forward. Infantry searched every single building, while MBTs, IFVs and APCs provided cover. What the infantry found on more places than one were entrances to underground tunnels and caverns. The infantry didn't move into the tunnels, but instead they set up posisions outside, waiting. Meanwhile, attack helicopters sweeped over the city, firing at any enemies they saw. Infantry and tanks were directed to those areas, and enemies plotted onto the battlefield display via data uplink. Thanks to that, every squad leader knew where to deploy his men and where to fire.

Meanwhile, loudspeakers were placed in the tunnel entrances and a voice sounded down into them in Spanish.

"We warned you. Now, we are going to give you one more chance. Give us Julio Maria, or we will kill you all. You have fifteen minutes to hand over Maria. The clock is ticking."

Infantry were everywere, lying in defensive posisions in the rubble with their weapons trained on the tunnel entrances, ready to fire if anyone tried to break out. G67 frag grenades and G70 phorphorous grenades lay ready to be tossed into the tunnels. If Maria wasn't handed over in fifteen minutes, they would cut whatever elecrticity remained in the city and move in. Thanks to the infrared night vision goggles and the titrium-coated sights on their weapons, as well as the training, they could fight well at night. From what intel said, the enemy could not. It would be a massacre for the Bolivians, as the Norwegians intended to leave no one left alive if the "president" wasn't handed over.

OOC: Wow brand new and classified datalink digital screen thing, i have the same system but its been around for a while and never been classified, just wanted to point that out. IC post coming up later today.

*bump*

Since Russian Federation has been embargoed by Rome, Russian Federation troops have quickly started pulling out of Bolivia.

OOC: Sorry guys. The going-ons in Earth II and the TOA/VCO thing blinded me to this thread. A post ye all deserve.

NE Bolivia (in the jungle, vs. Cotland)
La Paz (vs. Pushka)
Sucre (vs. myself)

Sucre

The Romans had experience in urban warfare before. Dallas had been a disaster for the defenders and those at Sucre knew that. They planned on doing far better. The Romans were high overhead dropping bombs on vehicles and emplaced positions, obviously being aided by soldiers on the ground. They had already lost most of their vehicles and at least a third of their main defensive positions. Their efforts to slow the Romans were slightly working though. The Romans were advancing slowly, which would give them plenty of time to be prepared.

They placed explosives underneath the streets, more or less large IEDs to blow up a section of the street, collapse it, and with it at least a tank and its soldiers. Most of these IEDs were artillery shells or aerial bombs that they captured throughout the demise of the Pelepian government. The biggest one was a two thousand pound Mark 84 bomb, placed underneath the roadway near one of the last strongholds they planned on defending. If it was necessary, they were going to completely engage and demolish whatever army was left.

For now, it was mainly shoot and scoot tactics. Small groups of fighters, no more than eight, armed lightly, would fire from concealed positions, launching RPGs, sniper fire, machine gun fire, or assault rifle fire against advancing troops. They would get off a few rounds or a single rocket, and then vanish, trying to get another position. Burning fires would shield them from FLIR in some places but not all. that was their main worry. They had learned to shoot out the FLIR sensors of the tanks and armored vehicles from the Dallas resistance fighters.

NE Bolivia

The Norwegians were advancing. They fired bravely and brutally into the city as they advanced. They annihilated most of the city already and they were doing far better than they could in any other situation. Night descended over the area and it was nothing near pleasant. The burning fires turned the city into an apocalyptic hell, much like the final scenes of Full Metal Jacket did. The city was an apocalyptic hell for all those fighting.

They called for Julio Maria, the resistance leader. There was no way he would be handed over and everyone knew it. As they prepared their response, they armed what few mortars they had left, zeroed in on the Norwegian positions and, with a barrage of over sixty-two shells, mostly 81mm but at least sixteen 120mm shells. As the shells whistled and whined downward the reply was sent. "Nei!" It meant only one thing, "No!"

La Paz

Cheers filled the resistance fighters. The Russians were pulling out. They had obtained victory at last. The Russians were defeated at La Paz and the resistance fighters cheered and sent out messengers. If one army could be repelled, so could the rest. Unfortunately, for them, the reasoning behind the Russian withdrawal was not known nor were their replacements.

Landing at a nearby airfield were dozens upon dozens of cargo planes, all of them carrying the insignia of the Imperial Layartebian Military. It was as if the "Imperial March (http://www.theforsakenoutlaw.com/Nation-States/Files/Music/imperial-march.mid)" was being played in the background. Soldiers, equipment, arms, and resolve poured out of each C-5, C-17, C-130, and C-18 that had landed. Boeing 747s carrying soldiers took off again and head back northward, towards Venezuela where they would gather more and more soldiers.

An entire Brigade had come and with it, just over 5,000 soldiers with their armored units. Along with that, about eighty SOFs from Recon Force had arrived too, with their equipment and their ammunition. The assault on La Paz was about to begin and it would come through the use of completely surgical strikes. Satellite reconnaissance and aerial reconnaissance in extremely high resolution visual and thermal images would be processed and delivered to the soldiers. The city was the apocalypse, fires, night, smoke, blood, bodies, rats, and disgustingness.

An artillery unit had assembled just north of La Paz, stationed about twenty miles out. It consisted of a dozen M2014A1 Howitzer units, eighteen M777A1 LW155 guns, four M2013A1 Devestator MLRS units, and six M2005A1 Boar MLRS units. The vehicles were all spaced out about fifty meters away from each other and they were dug into the ground to give them a much lower profile. An attacking fire squad would have difficulty shooting them with anti-tank rockets mainly because they would be firing at a much smaller target than if it were fully on the top of the ground.

The city had come under a heavy artillery barrage by the Russians and now it was surrounded by the Layartebians, who acted very differently than the Russians when it came to tactics and seiges. They prefered surgical strikes and tactical bombing, not strategic work. The 155MM guns of the M2014 and the M777 were loaded with rocket-assisted guided projectiles, mostly M982A1 Excalibur rounds, which carried sixty-four grenades, two sensor-fuzed munitions, or one unitary warhead. The loadouts carried by the guns was mixed to include both these smart rounds and unguided general purpose rounds ranging from chemical to high-explosive. The main point of the Excalibur was that it had an accuracy level of 3.4 meters, which was far better than conventional, unguided shells.

The artillery units had already downloaded the necessary information and a satellite overhead provided extremely high-resolution photography of the city. There were fires burning all over the place and wreckage from the Russian bombardment littered the streets and city blocks. As the units prepared to fire from their positions north of the city, other units got into position along the south, east, and west. Tanks, infantry-fighting vehicles, and armored personnel carriers all prepared for an advance that would come within the next week or so.

A reconnaissance fly-over of the city had revealed the presence of at least eight remaining vehicles, two of which were TAM tanks. These were the primary targets but, because they were kept under cover, they would not be easy to destroy. Attack aircraft would have difficulty hitting them as well, since they were well kept from missiles. The Bolivians knew what they were doing and they were definitely no group of amateurs.

There were four of six battalions already deployed, putting 864 men on each side for a total of 3,456 total, surrounding the city. For their main battle tanks they had the M1A3 Abrams and the M2006A2 Emperor. For infantry fighting vehicles they had the M2A4 Bradley, M3A4 Bradley, and the M2007A2 Scorpion. For armored personnel carriers they had the M2007A3 Scorpion, the M2015A1 Cobra, and the M2023A1 Stryker. For anti-tank units they were equipped with the M2007A4 Scorpion, M2015A3 Cobra, the M2023A3 Stryker, and the M2025A1 Piranha. For basic support they had a variety of Strykers available, which could do many tasks. Artillery support came from the various units stationed to the north. Force Recon, however, brought with them a special type of vehicle, the Fast Patrol Vehicle, in the form of the M2021A1, which would be used soley by them.

Around 2100, the artillery began. The M777 and M2014 units had identified thirty-eight separate targets, with which they fired three Excalibur rounds at each, which were all unitary warheads. The 114 shells spun out of their barrels with thuds and flashes. The rounds arched upward and would be coming right back down towards their targets with fervor and fury. The satellite images were perfect, they had given complete high resolution in both visual and thermal imaging, pinpointing so many targets it was hard to count them all. Priority had been given to thirty-eight, which included two of the remaining vehicles.

As the artillery banged out, the soldiers based sat tight and quiet. Their M30 Assault Rifles were all sitting in their arms, locked, loaded, and ready. With the safeties on or off, they were prepared to unleash fury upon the defenders. Of the 80 SOF soldiers, 40 were already deployed, all to the east of the city. They would move in and attack as well, mostly by foot. The entire battle would be led by Brigadier General Silverstone, the commander of the brigade. He would be leading the attack from the main base, in Roman occupied territory, about sixty-seven miles away from La Paz. On the ground, at the battlesite, Lieutenant Colonel Elwes would be leading the actual battle. The SOF soldiers were all led by Major Ferrell, a long-time veteran of Force Recon.

However, for the SOF, the main focus was on a small team, which consisted of a single sniper and his spotter. Those two were Sergeant First Class Lane and Sergeant Snipes, who were both well-trained. SFC. Lane was the sniper and Snipes the spotter, rather ironic as it was. Armed with his M45A1 Special Purpose Rifle and about one hundred rounds of 8.60 x 70mm Laupa rounds, an M56A1 P99 Pistol with sixty .40SW rounds, two M57 Fragmentation grenades, one M59 Smoke grenade, and one M62 White Smoke grenade, SFC. Lane would be able to take down quite a many bad guys. SGT. Snipes, on the other hand, was equipped with an assault rifle, an M73A2 Enhanced Carbine with two hundred and forty 5.56 x 45mm rounds, an M56A1 P99 Pistol with sixty .40SW rounds, two M57 Fragmentation grenades, one M61 Incendiary grenade, and one M62 White Smoke grenade. Both of them wore tactical gear and loaded their vests with assorted items that they could use to attack and kill with. Both of them were seasoned veterans and brought with them night vision goggles, small two-way radios, and small blocks of C4 explosives, no more than two pounds each, which was enough to completely devestate anything. In addition, both of them would take M34A1 SLATDW shoulder-launched rockets, which they would use against the TAM tanks. It was their job to sneak into there, find the tanks, and destroy them, either with explosives or their shoulder-launched rockets.

OOC: Lay, would you want me to RP as the La Paz fighters?

Also, can you bulletproof the sensors on my tanks (since we'd probably add them after Dallas) or am I stuck?

Off Iquique

"The Russians are withdrawing."

The message couldn't have been more clear to Marconis. He wasn't worried about troop strength- Layarteb should cover what the Russians provided- but he was still extremely disappointed with the turn of events.

"Opportunists to the end," he said to his Camp Prefect, P. Lucius Tamorus. "Invade, look good, and then when things don't turn your way, leave. Combined with Project Liedohod, it just shows that the Russians don't care one wit for their own people, especially if they abandon them like they have here."

Tamorus just chuckled.

"It's sad, I know."

Marconis then released an encrypted statement to his troops:

"The Russians have officially decided to pull out. While we are disappointed with their decision as it exposes them as the opportunists that they are, we advise you not to worry. The noble nation of Layarteb will be taking over Russia's responsibilities in La Paz."

Sucre

Helveticus eventually found the central point for him to push the Bolivians back onto their own mines. A large central square could be seen in the downtown core that served as the perfect spot for the airdrop.

"Order in some drone vehicles to be dropped at the downtown square so we know it's not rigged," said Helveticus in an encrypted message to his command dispatch. "Tell the ground troops to maintain their positions and tell the Avii to fire at the Bolivians from behind. Airdrop some drones in front of the tanks to trip up the road bombs so that the tanks have an easy ride."

The operation so far went well. Three Roman troops were confirmed dead and four tanks had their sensors blown out, but for the most part the Romans held their own. Help would be on the way soon.

OOC: Yes please RP them. I don't think it's possible to bulletproof the glass of the FLIR and thermal sights because that would require thicker glass that I think would inhibit them but I am not sure. What tanks do you use?

Sucre

The carnage in Sucre was massive. The Romans had excellent tactics that they didn't have in Dallas and that weren't in the books and pamphlets. The Romans had airdropped some mechanical drones that walked ahead of the tanks and the advancing soldiers, which was brilliant but annoying. The drones, as they appeared, seemed to be setting off anti-tank mines, anti-personnel mines, and explosive devices set. Still, most of the explosive devices underneath the roadways were to be detonated by hand, through the use of a radio detonator of some sort.

Snipers and resistance fighters, as they backed through the city, set off some of their own devices, though most of them knew where they were planted. They were ordered to focus on the drones now and the soldiers, while keeping pressure on the tanks and advancing units.

Russian message to Roman Empire

Although we are sure that you have already realized why we have withdrawn our troops we wish to make our position official. Since Roman Empire has put an embargo on our nation i hope you can understand that risking out soldiers lives to compensate for those of Roman soldiers has become an unreasonable venture. In addition we have received the word that all of the Russian citizens our now dead. We are not about to go looking for revenge since that is pointless. So as you can see we have simply no motivation or reason to stay. This is the reason for our withdrawal i hope you can appreciate our decision, i also hope that our relations will improve in the future.

Vladimir Ivanov
President of Russian Federation

The Emperor, who was taking in the stary night, stood firmly on one of the upper balcony's of the castle and looked out. "You know," he spoke softly to his aide. "I think it is good that we have a chance to act in Bolivia. It will further embattle our soldiers and we can do as we please when it comes to our borders. If those little pests ever try to cross, we can use that as justification. It is measureable by all means. It is a shame though that the Russians couldn't hold their own." He snickered. "Draft a message to Rome. 'The Empire is pleased to be able to take over for the failure of the Russians and to ensure stability, peace, and smooth transition to Roman rule in Bolivia. Should it be necessary, the Empire is willing to give the blood of its sons to ensure a long-lived peace with Rome and hopes that, at the conclusion of this conflict, the Roman and Layartebian borders can be regarded as non-hostile zones.' Send that immediately."

OOC: Just generally: this may be my last post of the night here.

Pushka, some of the Russian captives escaped earlier in the thread. If you want, I can rendevous with them or you can.

I'm also assuming that my message has been sent before the embargo was lifted.

IC:

To Russia
It is unfortunate that things did not work out, and while we are still disappointed you are leaving, we respect your decision and we hope that we can restore more positive relations in the future.

Caesar Gaius Romanus Rodinus Hartianus

To Layarteb
We are thankful for your help and express your same sentiments in the hope that our interaction together can establish a non-hostile border and strengthen the bonds of our two honourable nations.

Caesar Gaius Romanus Rodinus Hartianus

OOC2: The glass I use on the sensors are the ones found on the standard American Bradleys and Abrams.

IC:

Helveticus' plan so far seemed to be working. The Bolivians were tripping their own mines and the drones were setting off others. The result was an extremely confused Bolivian Army that would be easy pickings for the Romans.

Still, Helveticus held back from an all-out assault, fearing that it would engulf the Legion in flames. "Airdrop the Velite vehicles (OOC: Hummers with mounted cannons) one at a time. If the square is rigged I don't want to risk massive losses."

He then noticed the main power plant was still not taken out or the communications tower, even though a lot of the power lines and telephone lines were down. "Avis- send in a dozen bombers to the power plant and telecommunications tower and bomb them to the ground."

OOC: There is what like two left? Just consider them dead from dehydration or something.

"MORTERE!!"

The mortar attacks was a horrible surprise for the Norwegians, who lost seventeen men in the attack, with another twenty-eight wounded. Immediately, a flight of four AH-75B Stalker gunships travelled to the area where the morters were and opened fire with the double 30mm cannon and 2.75 inch rockets. Two A-10D Tunderbolt IIs also came to join the party, and opened fire with their own Hydra rocketpods and massive GAU-8/A Avenger 30mm gatling cannon. The ammunition from the A-10s was mainly incendary rounds, but it would do the trick.

"Sir, they refuse to surrender, and they've engaged us with mortars. More than fifteen dead, more than twenty-five wounded. We're dealing with the mortars as we speak."

The General in charge nodded. It was a shame that it had to come to this, but the Bolivians had brought it upon themselves. With three simple words, the General sealed the fate of the surviving inhabitants of the city.

"Exterminate the shitbags."

The junior officer nodded and passed the message on via the radio. A minute later, a battalion started moving towards the location of the mortars. Five KPV-5A2 Løve MBTs, eight IPV-4A2 Viking IFVs and twenty IPV-6 Gramstads of various types moved out, escorted by 550 infantry. Time for someone to die, the men thought as the 30mm chainguns on the Vikings opened fire on Bolivian resistance soldiers armed with what seemed to be MAC-10s. A HE round from a Løve terminated the little stronghold they had started building, along with a lot of gunfire from the small-arms of the infantry.

Meanwhile, a lot of hand grenades were lobbed into the caves and tunnels. Fragmentation and white phosphorous was the favorite grenades, but some also lobbed in flashbangs, primarily as a scare tactic to gather the enemy closer together further inside the tunnels. A few enemies tried to break out, but they were cut down by gunfire from the Norwegians. 6.8x43mm rounds have a tendency to kill very quickly, especially when a lot of them are fired at the same target.

After a few minutes of scare tactics, the Norwegians put on their night vision goggles and thermal goggles and moved into the caves. The scope optics on the AG4s and AG6s were linked to the NVGs that the Norwegians wore, and they could see almost as if it was broad daylight. The pitch black tunnels were soon lighted up slightly from gunfire from the many Norwegian squads that moved in. AG4A2 carbines, AG6A1 assault rifles and MG49A2 light machine guns were what the Norwegians carried, all of them firing the 6.8x43mm standard round that the Norwegians used. It was time for carnage.

OOC: Rome, what tanks do you use? By the way, you are now the bad guys in La Paz so whenever you want post what happened to the artillery strikes.

NE Bolivia (vs. Cotland)
La Paz (vs. Layarteb)
Sucre (vs. Rome)

Sucre

Suddenly, the lights went out, well, what few were still on. The Romans hit the powerplant, it was obvious but that was okay. As the soldiers took up their positions, more fell from the sky, which were HMMWVs, falling, unmanned. They were testing out the circuits, trying to see if anything was mined. The Bolivians fell for the first few and detonated some of their under the road bombs, which engulfed the HMMWVs and left massive holes in the ground, right where the HMMWVs were. The Bolivians caught on though and began to hold back, waiting to see if the HMMWVs were manned or not. If they were manned, they would detonate them, otherwise, they would leave them.

However, each explosion left another crater, which was something bad to the Romans. They would not be able to pass through most of them given the size and depth of them. Wheeled vehicles would surely have their tires punctured by the jagged debris and tracked vehicles would sink. The plan would backfire.

NE Bolivia

The Norwegians were at it again, attacking fiercly. There was little left in the city to fight in, especially after the aerial bombings and artillery strikes. Now there would be even less. The mortars kept firing, being moved every few shots. The Bolivians also had a few, small, artillery guns that they could put in windows, fire, and hide. They had learned the tactic from the Middle East and were about to use it. They had about a dozen shells that they could fire and they would be able to fire effectively. Using muzzle breaks, they could shield the flash, hiding their launches. They would fire a shot or two and then hurry and hide the gun or fire from another position.

As the Norwegians countered with helicopters and tank fire, the Bolivians fought back. They had a few MANPADs that they could employ against helicopters that would be easily fired from concealed locations and they were going to. The Stalkers were their prime targets but they would have to fire when it was close. The helicopters employed some sort of jamming that would confuse the MANPADs. Any shots would be lucky to hit but they didn't know that. They crouched between alleys and inside rubble and fired off four shots total, taking immediate cover after launching. The FIM-92C Stingers would then be on their own to hit or miss.

On the lead Stalker, the gunner looked up for a moment and saw something terrible. He had radio contact with the others, coordinating the attack, and now he called in what they all feared while dropping even more flares.

"SAM, FOUR O'CLOCK!"

The pilot heard it and immediately started manouvering seriously. Then he conducted what the Stalker as the worlds only attack helicopter could do, a barrel roll. The Stalker was equipped with an advanced vectored thrust system, and that along with the sidevents allowed the pilot to pull the helicopter into a full barrel roll, avoiding the Stinger all together. It was a damned miracle that the Stinger had been able to lock on in the first place, with all the protective features put into the chopper. The best designers and engineers from Soviet Bloc and Layarteb had worked on the helicopter, that was exclusive to members of the October Alliance, something Norway was.

After the four Stingers had been avoided, the pilot decided the area was a bit hot, and told the gunner to start the jamming for full. The gunner nodded and turned the ARENA Mk.III jammer to max strength, jamming everything in the area. The three other Stalkers did the same thing.

"Did you see where the hell those missiles came from?" the lead pilot asked in the encrypted radio.

"Not a clue," one said. The two others agreed. They had no idea where the enemy had hidden, but it was time to clear the area out. They started strafing at random.

"Hey! I see something!" the gunner of the fourth Stalker called out. He then plotted it on the Link-24 datalink system the Norwegian units were using to coordinate their effort. It looked like towed artillery.

"Got it, prep the cannon," the pilot said while manouvering the helicopter into position for a strafing run. As they started flying towards the Bolivians that were moving like hell, the gunner selected the SQB-32MX twin-barrel 30mm cannon. They had left 750 rounds of the 1,200 originally in the ammo canister. As they flew over, the gunner unleashed 93 rounds on the enemy. Another Stalker followed up with three 2.75 inch rockets.

Meanwhile, the infantry was busy avoiding artillery and mortars, taking casualties. Norwegian artillery got the locations of the enemy artillery and fired 155mm shells, but most of the times, they were too late. If they couldn't silence the enemy by nightfall, they would bomb the city once more, but then it would be with B-9A Sphinx strategic bombers inbound from Brazil loaded with thermite bombs. After that, there should be little left to do other than to move in and commit mercy killings on survivors, although survivors would be very very lucky to survive the firestorm.

OOC: RomeW. This concludes the second ingress into Bolivia from Peru. I will be making one more, which will be very different and very insane in style. It will add some spunk and confusion to the RP and I hope you guys like it. It will involve a Bradley and a Dingo, a helicopter, some RPGs, machine guns, and a storyline like that of a movie. It'll be really good. I just need a location for them. It should be in the same area that I have done these things in, northwest. This operation will probably be some sort of scout mission or something for a "possible" invasion across my border (no I won't invade but the people on the mission will be thinking I am). Just wait.

Puerto Heath

The army barracks was quiet in the dead of the night. A few soldiers stood outside, smoking and chatting on in Spanish. They were fourteen miles away from a village that stood no more. Fires still burned in the distance and the last reconnaissance patrol returned four hours earlier. They had not found anything nor could they gain access to the vault.

The barracks was an outpost, far from invading Roman, Norwegian, previously Russian, and now Layartebian forces, who all came from the east. They were to the west, near the border with the Empire. So far they saw no build-up on the border and feared no invasion from the west but they had a feeling that the invading forces to the east would eventually reach them and with fervor and fury.

In the quiet of the night, eight FPVs moved quickly down the dirt roads. They had blue headlights and were very quiet, even moving at forty miles per hour. As they sped through in two groups of four, they kept quiet. There was no radio communication between teh vehicles and everyone relied on hand signals, which were very limited, nonetheless. Finally, as they approached near the barracks, they split. The four vehicles heading to the north broke off, which were numbers one through four, number one being Colonel Archer. The other four, five through eight, came down from the west. All eight vehicles would stop no closer than one kilometer to the barracks, parked in the thickets and hidden from any roving patrols.

All twenty-three men disembarked and shouldered their weapons. They mostly had M52 Carbines with suppressors although a few had sniper rifles, mostly the M40A1, with a full silencer on it. This would reduce the range of their weapons but in the dead of night, their night vision shown only for no more than four hundred meters. The enemy would definitely have night vision goggles, the Pelepian army was not weak by any means. However, the condition of the barracks was not of the best quality. The barracks were run-down, obviously forgotten, left to fend for itself, especially this far away from any major city or base.

The snipers took up cover positions on a ledge above the barracks, which wasn't very well suited for any positions but nonetheless, it was all they had. There were four snipers in total and two of them were up there with their spotters. The other two moved with the men and took up other positions. The ledge to the west was perfect for their crew but for Colonel Archer, in the north, his snipers had to move quickly, with the rest of them.

The twenty-three men broke up into six groups of four men. Each side had three groups, one of them being snipers and spotters. The other eight men, all armed with their suppressed carbines moved quickly and quietly through the woods towards the barracks. They had plenty of Flashbang grenades to blind and deafen the enemy soldiers, which was certainly enough to startle the soldiers just long enough to get their shots off.

The barracks was a small compound of six buildings, two of which were definitely the soldiers' quarters. One was undoubtedly an armory and another a mess hall. The last two had to be administrative buildings and communications. The buildings were run-down, made of metal, which was definitely rusting now and probably not very sturdy anymore. Years of deteoriation from the weather and from a lack of funding. Chances were whatever money they did have was spent on alcohol, cigarettes, and dirty magazines. It could get lonely and boring out there, chances were that everynight, if they weren't still drunk from the day, the soldiers would get themselves wrecked and fall asleep wherever. If there was any chain of command that was still functioning in that base it would shock them.

The first shots were fired from maximum range, four hundred meters, from the snipers on the western ledge. They both took out a pair of guards smoking by a fifty-five gallon drum, which had been filled with refuse and wood and was burning. It wasn't cold out but the burning fire would provide some sort of entertainment or they had to get rid of their garbage. The men on foot entered the camp seconds later, firing off single shots to what targets they saw. The soldiers were well trained and well equipped. If it took them more than one shot in ideal conditions to kill a person they were losing their touch. In less than ideal conditions it would take as many as six shots but that was rarely so as they were fully equipped with scope optics on their carbines to allow them better accuracy.

The raid onto the barracks went quickly and it took no more than eight minutes to find the subject, who was quickly apprehended by Colonel Archer and his group, drugged, carried back to his FPV, and tied into the rear seat. Then, they were off, heading back to the border. The Recon Force Marines had killed all eighty soldiers and done so without raising an alarm, without being fired at, and without using up more than a single magazine each. Some kills took as many as four shots but that was because of movement on their targets.

The two groups split up and the western group made way back for the border at a steaming seventy-five miles per hour. The northern group was briefly clocked at maximum speed, which was eighty-two miles per hour. They had no intentions of staying in Bolivian territory any longer than they had to, especially since they were carrying a prisoner, who would be asleep for the better part of the next eighteen hours. They had used a powerful tranquilizer and sedative on him, which would keep him completely useless and dead weight until they needed him.

Back at the base, Colonel Archer and his men recieved commendations and medals, two recieved promotions. Colonel Archer recieved a Silver Star himself, the highest award given to the operation. Others recieved merits of commendation and valor. They had a very successful and classified mission, which they would never utter a word of to the world.

NE Bolivia

Bolivian resistance fighters fought bravely and hard throughout the night. They lost most of their mortars and artillery cannons, although they did get off over one hundred rounds of each before they were silenced. They had no vehicles remaining and most of the city was now leveled. What few perches remained was good for their snipers but they were too quickly and easily exposed. The Norwegian military was certainly well trained and well experienced with urban warfare to be countered.

They had to make one last ditch attempt and so they did. They had mines set up all over the place and they would be detonated even to kill a single soldier. They were getting desparate and so they would have to act desparately. IEDs that were placed underneath the roadways were detonated in front of, underneath, and behind soldiers. Their goal was to split them up. The Norwegians were in large groups, protected by their numbers. If the resistance fighters could divide them up with obstacles, mines, and IEDs, it would slow them down, split them up, and make them far easier to kill. They could pick them off one by one with machine gun fire, assault rifles, sniper rifles, and grenades.

When dawn came, they would be hiding and moving less. The smoke from the fires would shield the sun, that was a given, but light would get through and they had to make sure, without a doubt, that they were not seen. Norwegians would follow them, investigate their tunnels, and attack them. They didn't need nor want that. With a little over two thousand soldiers remaining, they were making their last stand. If they failed they would lose the entire northeastern quadrant. They didn't need to lose that.

The platoon was moving down the road in a semi-tight formation, covering all angles and sides, covered by a M2008A1 Dingo APV armed with a MG26A1 heavy machine gun. In the middle, the four year old German Shepherd Angus trotted along with his handler. Angus was a trained military dog, holding the rank of sersjant in the Norwegian Army. Earlier, he had been in the militarys bomb detection unit, but now he was there as a attack dog. Dressed in a specially adapted kevlar vest, he trotted along with the soldiers. He was, in addition to all other Norwegian military dogs, not afraid of gunfire, and over the past 24 hours, he had heard a lot of that, both Norwegian and Bolivian. Now, as they walked down the street, he stopped dead in his track and barked loudly twice. The soldiers stopped and wondered what was going on, but they kept their guard up.

"Whats the matter?" the platoon commander asked the handler.

"No idea. He just stopped. Must'ave detected something," the handler said. As if on que, Angus barked again, sharply. The platoon commander shook his head and told the men to move on. However, Angus refused to move, dispite his handlers best efforts. Instead, he started barking like crazy.

The reason became clear as twelve meters away, a soldier stepped onto a piece of rubble. The result was a massive explosion that blew the soldier to bits, spread rubble out that killed another two soldiers and left five kicking and screaming in pain. Angus still barked like crazy, angry and scared. The old bomb-snifing nose had detected the distinct scent of explosive and his training had kicked in. However, because Angus' handler was new, he hadn't know of his dogs past career.

The platoon commander on the other hand looked at the wounded and cried out for medics. Then his training from the war academy kicked in for real and his brain started working. After a second, three letters stood out. I E D! He had to alert his superiors.

"Radioman, front and center!"

The visekorporal carrying the radio got up to the commander and handed him the phone that was connected to the powerful radio. Communications were in English so the Romans would understand it too.

"Able Six, this is Able White Six."

"White, this is Six, go ahead."

"Be advised, we have India Echo Deltas in the area. Repeat, India Echo Deltas in the area. Confirm."

The reply came after a few seconds of silence.

"Copy report of IEDs. Report casualties."

The commander looked over the area and saw two dead men, five wounded and body parts of at least one man all over the place, but mostly on the front of the Dingo.

"At least three dead, five wounded. Request orders."

"Copy. Return to checkpoint Golf ASAP. Confirm."

"Understand orders to return to checkpoint Golf. Over and out."

The platoon commander had the wounded and dead loaded up into the Dingo, then ordered the platoon to move slowly out of the area, and to shoot anything that moved. The platoon got out without further casualties, but the news was reported to the rest of the units in the area. This was not good. After an hour of deliberation, the order was given to pull every single Norwegian soldier out of the city. When that was completed two hours later, and the helocopters were hovering in the outskirts of the city, some of the Bolivians came out dancing happily, thinking they had defeated the Norwegian Army.

The oberstløytnant in charge of the artillery section smiled when he saw that, and turned around to face his radio operators. He said only one word.

"Fire."

A second later, 72 M109A7 Paladin howitzers and 18 M142A1 HIMARS' opened fire. The Paladins fired high-explosive shells, while the HIMARS fired M26 rockets with M77 submunitions. A total of 108 M26 rockets, each filled with 644 M77 submunitions with a total of 69,552 M77 projectiles being fired, along with 144 155mm rounds within the first minute. The bombardment would go on for twenty-four hours, making for a total of 207,360 155mm shells would hit the city. As if that wasn't enough, a flight of 8 FB-22A Mantas came over the city and dropped a total of 240 500kg (1,000lb) thermite bombs on the city, covering the whole damned city. If anyone survived that, it would be a miracle!

OOC: I'd say that if there is anything left of that city in NE Bolivia that it's probably a sewer cap. Honestly, there isn't shit left of this city so if you want that Maria guy, just RP capturing him in a tunnel or something.

OOC:

So you're attacking yourself? Crazy- and I thought I saw everything :p

Two other things:

1) All my equipment (including the tanks) are American. I know, Italy has an Army but the U.S.' is far better, so I'm using it.

2) Just to double-check, so far what's happened in La Paz is a few artillery strikes and some of your soldiers doing recon?

Oh, one last thing:

I found a map for La Paz:

http://www.murple.net/bolivia/maps/la_paz_map-nc.jpg

(none for Sucre, unfortunately)

IC:

La Paz

By this stage, the once grand capital of Bolivia was reduced to rubble. The Russians didn't leave much standing, leaving a sight that would make any loyal Bolivian cry during peacetime. However, with the Layartebians now getting involved, the Bolivians saw hope.

The Army knew the Layartebians were after the tanks, and like the well-trained soldiers they were, they were determined to make the Layartebians' path to the tanks their most difficult. They took the eight tanks, grouped them in pairs and drove each to a different quarter of the city. Surrounding each pair of tank would be an 8km ring of remote-controlled explosives designed to collapse right on top of the advancing Layartebians. In addition to that, the Bolivians decided to litter dead soldiers' bodies all over the city while the soldiers hid amidst the rubble. The goal? Make it look like the Bolivians were handing Layarteb the tanks for free.

"We may be crazy," said Eduardo Moya to his troops, "but we're not stupid."

Sucre

Helveticus saw the craters being formed in the road, and decided he needed to alter his plans. The drones have been successful in maintaining the safety of our vehicles, he thought to himself, but it's going to make it difficult for us to pass. He anticipated this situation: the city's roads made it difficult for the tanks before he knew of the rigged roads- now they were nearly impassable.

He re-examined the situation. Currently, the Romans held the perimeter, the city centre and several blocks ahead of both points, the Bolivians everything else, creating a doughnut-like frontline. He thought of going just with his soldiers but the Bolivians- even with their losses- had more soldiers than he had.

He then thought of a few radical ideals- what if he had the Hummers drive in the alleyways instead of the main roads? Surely they wouldn't be rigged, the Bolivians wouldn't expect them to use them. Add air support and the Hummers are almost guaranteed free passage. They'd go one at a time to make sure that the losses were kept to a minimum (and so he'd have some protection to what he already held), but hopefully the backalleys would provide the Romans the key they needed to close out the attack.

He then made a quick encrypted call to Marconis concerning the other radical idea he had:

"Legate, do you think we can order in some plows?" asked Helveticus.
"Plows? For what?" asked a bemused Marconis.
"The Bolivians rigged the roads, and while we successfully got them to clear their own mines, they've left dozens of unpassable craters. We need plows to clear out the debris so we can continue our advance."
"Don't the Bolivians have any? It's not like they're new technology you know."
"Do you think they'd let us use them?"
Marconis smirked. "You're right. I'll see what I can do."

He then made his decision- the plows would be airdropped (with attack Hummers waiting closeby to ensure "nothing happened") and would operate come morning, but the alleyway attack would happen now, in the night where Helveticus hoped he could catch the Bolivians off guard. The Hummers- all five of them- would attempt to wiggle their way through the mazes of the alleys to help bridge the gap. Meanwhile, the Avii would continue to do what they did before- engage the ground troops, and maybe provide a path for the other vehicles to resume their advance. The Romans knew if they held out they'd have the advantage- with Sucre completely surrounded, it would be the Bolivians who would be at the mercy of attrition. They just needed to be patient, and victory would come to them.

24 hours after the second artillery bombardment on the city started, the order to cease fire came down the chain of command. All in all, 207,000 155mm artillery shells, 5,184 M26 artillery rockets, 240 500kg thermite bombs, 1,200 250kg bombs and several tons of 6.8x43mm, 7.62x51mm and 12.7x99mm ammunition had been fired on the city over those 24 hours. There wasn't a single building left standing, and a eerie silence fell upon the battlefield. The military had done their best to inihalate the city, and they had succeded.

The first units into the city was Bataljon 1, Regiment 3, Infanteribrigade 32. The battalion, 648 men strong and supported by 48 M6A1 Gramstad APCs and 31 M2008A1 Dingo APVs moved slowly into the burned-out, devestated city. Bodies lay everywhere, something the camera team sent with the battalion took extensive pictures of. The images would be classified by the Norwegian military, but copies would be sent to the Romans and to whatever remaining Bolivian fighters along with a simple message: "Continue your fight, and this happens to you."

As the battalion got further into the city, they saw charred and eerily twisted artillery units and bodies, and a tunnel opening. The battalion commander, a major ordered a squad to check it out. The ten-man squad was armed with seven AG6A1 assault rifles, two AG4A2 assault carbines, and a MG49 light machine gun, as well as three P33A1 USP .45ACP pistols and four AP72A1 LAWs. Further more, Angus and his handler was attached to the squad. The handler was armed lightly, with a P33A2 USP .40SW pistol, while Angus relied on his sharp teeth and agility. Donning their night vision goggles, the men moved into the tunnel, in a tight formation with rifles ready.

The tunnel was long and went deep down. As they progressed, they passed dead Bolivians in the hallway. Moving ever deeper, they peered into the various rooms the Bolivians had down there. There was everything one needed to wage a war. Armories, communications posts, barracks, training rooms, even a shooting range! No wonder the Bolivians had managed to fight so well. They were prepared for war.

Suddenly Angus started barking like crazy. The soldiers came to a immediate stop and got down, aiming their weapons into the empty corridor.

"What is it Angus? What do you sense?" the handler asked, then took off the leash. Immediately, Angus bolted down the corridor and into a room while barking like crazy. A single gunshot was heard, and the barking stopped. Instead, a lot of curses in Spanish was heard. The soldiers ran down the corridor and stopped outside the room, G68 Flashbangs ready and weapons likewise. It was too confined quarters for the long AG6s, so the ones to enter was the men with the AG4s and the P33s.

"Angus! Heel!" the handler called, but no response. Again, he called, but no response from the handler. Instead, the cursing continued. The fenrik leading the squad nodded to the man with the G68. The man tossed in the flashbang, and for those inside, the world suddenly became all white and chiming. Half a second after the explosion, the soldiers bolted inside with weapons ready...

... and found Angus lying on top of a person, biting on, but whining. The blast hadn't been good for the poor dog. The man he was biting on however was even worse off. Burned and in terrible condition to begin with, the 32-kilo German Shepherd and its teeth deeply into his right arm wasn't exactly the best treatment. Lying next to the man, a SIG226 pistol lay. The soldiers kicked it away and aimed their weapons at the man, then manhandled poor Angus off him.

Angus, dazed and confused didn't recognize the friendly soldiers who petted and fed him, so the teeth clasped shut very close to the soldiers. Fortunately the handler had a rope available so they could close the mighty jaws of the dog. Once that had been done, the handler checked Angus for any injuries before he and another soldier carried Angus back up to the rest of the battalion.

Meanwhile, the soldiers checked the man and found his identification papers. They identified him as one Julio Maria, president of Bolivia! He was burned and bitten, but nothing that couldn't wait till they got to the Roman command post. Triumphantly, the fenrik got on the radio to the commanding officer.

"Able Six, this is Delta Blue five. Come in, over."

"Blue five, this is six. Go ahead."

"Six, five. HVT-one is in custody, I repeat, HVT-one is in custody!"

The Norwegian codename for Julio Maria had been HVT-1, High Value Target one. This was a triumph for the Norwegians, and for the Romans. The message was passed on to them immediately while the radio chatter continued.

"Copy. Good job. Stand by for exfil via Halo. Over and out."

The fenrik beamed of joy as he ordered the men to get Maria, who had been searched for more weapons and other items and consequently zip-tied and drugged for the pains, up and ready for transport. Two soldiers held tightly on to him as the eight Norwegians and their prisoner quickly moved back up. The SIG226 had been taken too, and would be presented as a present to the Roman general.

As the squad emerged, they were cheered on towards the waiting UH-60L Black Hawk by the Norwegian soldiers outside the tunnel. Maria would be "escorted" to the Romans by the eight Norwegian soldiers and by four AH-64D Apache gunships. The prisoner was loaded in and strapped to the seat in the middle of the cargo bay of the Black Hawk and flanked by four Norwegian soldiers on each side. Two Apaches were also on each side, protecting the Black Hawk.

As the Black Hawk came to a landing at the Roman command post, the Norwegian generalmajor leading the 91st Korps joined the Roman General. He wanted to see the man responsible for this whole massacre, which in Norwegian history books would be remembered as the Bolivian Campaign. When the Black Hawk doors opened, four of the Norwegian soldiers came out, weapons ready, scouting for any threats. Pleased that there were none, they nodded and the rest of the soldiers and Maria himself came out of the chopper. The troopers half pushed, half dragged Maria over to the generals. Once there, they forcefully pushed him into a kneeling position, always keeping weapons trained at his head. Once he was in position, the fenrik saluted the generals.

"Request permission to hand over the prisoner Maria sir!"

Then he lowered his hand and presented Marias SIG226 to the Roman general.

OOC Rome, you want to take over Maria?

OOC: Yeah well you'll see what I am going to do and say, WTF, but awesome. Nice map. Such a big city. Also, I launched the first wave of strikes on La Paz here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10178490&postcount=147) with more directed artillery using guided, smart munitions.

NE Bolivia (vs. Cotland)
La Paz (vs. Layarteb)
Sucre (vs. Rome)

La Paz

As the artillery strike concluded, the ILA would wait a few hours until a UAV could overfly the city and provide accurate intel on what had changed since the strike. Whatever was left would be seen.

As it did, both Sergeant First Class Lane and Sergeant Snipes began to sneak into the city from the far southeast of the city and ingress very slowly and very quietly. They were trained well in the art of stealth attacks and sneaking around. This was their mission and they were very good at it. They would get into a position and slowly but surely open fire. They had a suppressor on the M73, which would just hide the muzzle flash and make the shots sound like something other than a gunshot. On the M45, they had a full silencer which gave away very little sound, no muzzle flash, and did reduce the range of the weapon, but not enough to make it ineffective.

Sucre

The Romans held back, they definitely had a plan. As the Bolivians regrouped and began to take random sniper shots, concealing their positions and muzzle flashes, they also noticed some movement. They had not mined the alleyways for that was their exit but when they began to see the HMMWVs moving through them, they immediately had an idea. They had RPGs and LAWs scattered around and they would be enough to take out a HMMWV, especially from a top down or side attack. They really didn't have to aim effectively, just aim and fire. The rocket would do the rest. HMMWVs weren't well armored, especially against HEAT warheads.

As the HMMWVs moved into the small, crowded, and definitely tight alleyways, the Bolivians took aim with their RPGs and fired. They sat high, above the alleyways and fired downward, as well as from doorways in the alleys, firing as the vehicles went past, from the broadside or from the rear. Sometimes, they popped out and fired from the front. In all, they had about thirty-six LAWs and eighteen RPG-7s to use and they had plenty of soldiers ready to fire them.

OOC: Created a map of Sucre for reference:

http://www.geocities.com/dadothegreat2003/BattleofSucre.png

IC Post will come later.

OOC: Okay, so Lay some of the buildings are still standing? I'll edit some of the positioning, but that's it.

Cotland, I'll gladly take Maria. He's not actually the Bolivian leader, but he was responsible for the torture chamber, and he did have protection from the current Bolivian government, who have some of Maria's men in their cabinet.

I'll also request your group to come to Sucre- I don't have enough men to really secure the city.

IC:

La Paz

The Bolivians saw that the Layartebians were delaying their initial attack, so they took the time to get ready. They tried to do what the Sucrans had done, setting up positions along alleyways to set up sniper shots and ready their Molotov cocktails for the Layartebian planes. Many of them still hid amongst the rubble to collapse the remaining buildings upon the unsuspecting Layartebians. They also set several bonfires to reduce visibility, a tactic they hoped would help them hold off the major assault.

Not all were lucky. The Layartebians killed 3,000 of their men, either through special operations teams or the strikes. Still, the Bolivians kept up their resolve- while Sucre was still vital to their country, they couldn't afford to lose their legislative capital.

Sucre

(OOC: I'm going to be using my map. I'll also be calling in another Legion if it's okay. They won't arrive until the next post)

The Bolivians caught on quickly- Helveticus saw them moving soldiers to the alleyways to counter the advancing Hummers. Two of them were taken out by the attackers in the midst of the advance, while two others wound up being cornered and destroyed. One of them, however, did manage to make it across to the outer ring of Roman control, giving Helveticus an idea.

"They haven't rigged the alleyways. That's good news." He then had to think- how could he get his men, stretched to the limit, to adequately bridge the gap?" He then got word of the Norwegian victory in northeast Bolivia, an uplifting one since it also included Julio Maria. "Good- the Norwegians won. Now I can get some relief." He put in the order to Scandia to get his Legion- and the Norwegians- over to Sucre to provide some relief.

He then ordered a Velite Division to go through the same alleyways that the one successful Hummer managed to go through. All the Hummers had GPS allowing the Romans to retrace their steps, but they did so slightly differently- they went along a few different alleyways to keep the Bolivians guessing. The Avii would provide air support, and the Equite Magnus began to fire rockets at the eastern side of Bolivian Sucre to disorient the defenders. The result was what the Romans wanted- a connection between the two fronts. It was precarious given the stretched Roman troops, but with Scandia and the Norwegians on their way, Helveticus had the ability to deploy more troops to where they were needed- the middle ring. He also anxiously awaited the plows- he needed them to give his advancing tanks traction. Plus, he hoped, he could divert enough Bolivians away from the artierial roads to the alleyways, giving his tanks a clear path.

NE Bolivia

The mood at the camp was one of victory. Scandia and his troops celebrated the capture of someone they were convinced was an animal, but they knew there was still work to be done, since La Paz and Sucre remained standing. Still, there was time for celebration and- more importantly- some R&R, which the soldiers desperately needed.

Scandia took some time to have a chat with Maria. He was still banged up but he was conscious, allowing Scandia to pour some emotional salt on his wounds.

"Julio Maria. The Great Leader of Bolivia. Captured. Wounded. Destroyed," he snarled to Maria, strapped and bandaged on a hospital bed. "Not so powerful now are we?"

Maria just sneered, unable to really muster any words.

"Listen to me and listen to me good," sternly snarled Scandia, "you will pay for what you did. Your injuries now will be nothing to what you will later endure."

He then ordered Maria to be taken to the hospital in Rio de Janeiro so he could be properly treated. His fate would have to be decided once the war finished.

He stepped out of his barracks to light up a victory cigar. Ah, it's been a while since I had one of these. He smiled. The Leader of the Purifiers- in our hands at last. Finally, someone will pay for all those atrocities. He then got a call on his cell phone. He looked at the ID and grimaced. It was Helveticus.

"Get your troops over here now. We're close to victory but we're stretched to the limit here," said Helveticus in an encrypted phone call.
"Roger," replied Scandia. He grimaced again, forced to put out his cigar early. He then relayed the order to his troops.

"Men, we must hit the road again. Sucre needs us." The soldiers held back their groans, but there still were few smiles. Still, the Romans and Norwegians took the message professionally, quickly rounding up their stuff to make a push on the constitutional capital of Bolivia. Sucre may have been holding out now, but it wouldn't for long.

(OOC: Map Updated (http://www.geocities.com/dadothegreat2003/BattleofSucre.png))

The orders to redeploy was received by the Norwegian command and passed down the chain of command. The Norwegians were celebrating their victory when the news came, and the celebrations died down quickly. They got ready to move out, but first all the soldiers gathered inside the city in a relatively open area. The Roman general and his staff had also been invited to the ceremony that was to take place.

The chaplain from Infanteribrigade 32 lead the ceremony, which was an ancient Norwegian tradition. When an enemy had been defeated in the battle, it was the custom of the Norwegians to honor their courage and pray for their spirits, ensuring their passing to Valhalla, where all brave soldiers who died in the field of battle ended up according to ancient Norse legend. This ceremony had existed for more than 1,400 years, since the days of the Vikings, the brave warriors the Norwegians decended from. After Norway was christened in year 1000 AD, the ceremony had become influenced by Christianity, but the basics remained. The chaplain took off his beret, exposing his head. The soldiers did the same thing while the order to go to attention was issued from the officers via the NCOs to the soldiers. Then the chaplain started praying in a deep chanting tone, praying in Norwegian. The prayers themselves were virtually untranslatable, but they had the entirety of the six Norwegian military ground units in the area with the exception of atheists and those of other religions who didn't want to attend, a total of 19,200 men and women deeply engaged in the prayer and honoring of the dead enemies.

After the prayer, two soldiers carried forth a CAR-15 they had taken from a dead enemy, symbolizing the weapon of the warrior, and a bottle of Norwegian vodka. The CAR-15 was handed over to the chaplain, who prayed a short blessing over the weapon before he placed it on the pile of rocks the Norwegians had placed over the mass grave which contained the 79 dead enemies the Norwegians had managed to find relatively intact after the massive bombardment. After the CAR-15 was placed, the chaplain took the bottle of vodka and started praying for the souls of the enemies while emptying the bottle over the weapon. The gesture symbolized a blessing of the warriors who rested in the grave, and a prayer that they would finally be able to lay the weapons away and rest. In ancient times, the ritual had been conducted with a sword or an axe and a tray of beer while praying to Odin. After the ritual had been concluded, the chaplain turned again and made the sign of the cross while saying the confession of belief.

"Jeg tror på Gud Fader, den allmektige, himmelens og jordens skaper. (I believe in God our Father, the almighty, creator of heaven and earth.)

"Jeg tror på Jesus Kristus, Guds enbårne sønn, vår Herre, som ble unnfanget ved Den Hellige Ånd, født av jomfru Maria, pint under Pontius Pilatus, korsfestet, død og begravet, fór ned til dødsriket, stod opp fra de døde tredje dag, fór opp til himmelen, sitter ved Guds, den allmektige Faders høyre hånd, skal derfra komme igjen for å dømme levende og døde. (I believe in Jesus Christ, Gods only son, our Lord, conceaved by the Holy Spirit, born by the maiden Mary, tortured under Pontius Pilate, cruxified, dead and buried, travelled to the kingdom of death, resurrected on the third day, travelled to heaven, sits at God the almighty fathers right hand, who will return to sentence living and dead.)

"Jeg tror på Den Hellige Ånd, en hellig, allmenn kirke, de helliges samfunn, syndenes forlatelse, legemets oppstandelse og det evige liv. (I believe in the Holy Spirit, òne holy common church, society of the holy, forgiveness of the sinners, the resurrection of the body and the eternal life)
Amen."

All the soldiers knew the confession of belief and recited it along with the chaplain. After the confession, the soldiers prayed Our Fathers Prayer before the ceremony ended. After that, the soldiers yet again left the city and got into their vehicles, helicopters or tanks to go to Sucre. It was time to kill more enemies, and the Norwegians could do so with a clean concience. They had cleared the killing of the enemies here in NE Bolivia from their conciences and ensured that they made it to the afterlife. Now, they were going to send their buddies there to meet them!

The Roman soldiers looked in awe at the Norwegian ceremony. They wouldn't be getting their ceremony until the war was finished where the Legates and the other military leaders would receive a Triumph along the streets of Rome, but seeing the Norwegian ceremony underscored their dramatic victory earlier that day.

Before the soldiers hit the road, Gregalis Ti. Marcus Solmonis found some time to ask a Norwegian about their incredible ceremony.

"I really enjoyed the ceremony," said Solomnis, a Jovian but knowledgeable about Christianity. "That prayer, that was the Apostles' Creed, right? And what was the significance of the vodka, out of curiosity?"

The Norwegian soldier nodded somberly at the Romans questions. The ceremony had a great impact on him and the other soldiers, all of whom deeply religious like most other soldiers in the Norwegian military. They hoped that when they died in battle, their slayers would do the same to them.

"Yes, it was the Apostle's Creed. The vodka is a sacrifice to the ancient Norse god Odin, allowing the souls of the dead warriors to be allowed to enter the realm of death and to relax there in Valhalla with plenty of food, drink and enjoyment instead of killing. It's an ancient tradition."

The Norwegian soldier nodded somberly at the Romans questions. The ceremony had a great impact on him and the other soldiers, all of whom deeply religious like most other soldiers in the Norwegian military. They hoped that when they died in battle, their slayers would do the same to them.

"Yes, it was the Apostle's Creed. The vodka is a sacrifice to the ancient Norse god Odin, allowing the souls of the dead warriors to be allowed to enter the realm of death and to relax there in Valhalla with plenty of food, drink and enjoyment instead of killing. It's an ancient tradition."

"Wow. Valhalla seems to be the greatest party on Earth. We have Elysium, but it seems more tranquill in comparison."

15 miles Southwest of Cobija

Recon Force was once again at it. Unfounded reports of a possible high value target in Cobija had made their way up the chain of command to the Joint Chiefs. Recon Force was sent in with two teams and two vehicles to check it out. Leading the men was Major Ben Marco, a veteran of Recon Force. All sixteen soldiers were amassed ten inside of an M2A4 Bradley IFV and six inside a Dingo APV. In addition there was one other person, a civilian guide from the Layartebian Defense Corporation. All seventeen men crossed into the jungles at 0200 and were moving towards the small city immediately. The M2A4 and the Dingo were both well protected and well armored. Both vehicles were capable of defending themselves if they were under heavy attack and they might encounter that, the Bolivians were ruthless.

Unfortunately, for them, the way to Cobija was not a safe one. They were forced to stop 15 miles southwest of the city just to find a new route to enter the city. "Okay, which way?" Major Marco asked the civilian guide, his name being Laurence Tokar, from the Republic of Ireland. He was a true expert in terms of map reading and navigation, something he had been born to do. He was also an incredible marksman.

"That's the problem. Most of the ways to the city are mined."

"Mined? Command didn't mention any mines."

"Satellite reconnaissance shows it. The paths here, here, and here are all mined heavily with serious anti-tank mines. We're not going to make it."

"Ahhh." Major Marco sighed. "Alright which way should we go?"

"This way, through this pass here. This is the same pass they are using."

"Alright, let's get moving." The two vehicles started moving again, the Dingo leading the way. As they moved through the night, into the pass, they noticed something amiss, especially Major Marco. The jungle area was difficult terrain to traverse and it was certainly nothing that was easily traversed even by foot. The Bolivians couldn't use this pass, the Layartebians were barely making their way through it. They were forced to move slowly, very slowly and Major Marco began to suspect that his guide wasn't being totally honest. "They move through here?" He suspiciously asked.

"Yes. Infrared shows constant movements."

Major Marco looked down at the weeds. Nobody's come through here in years. He thought to himself. "Doesn't look like it."

"Trust me."

"I am aren't I?"

"Share a laugh Major. We're about to have the current leader of the Bolivian army in our captivity."

"True." Major Marco snickered. They got about half way into the pass and suddenly things went bad. Major Marco noticed movement in the treeline ahead. Then, without warning, a rocket streaked across the ground and slammed into the Bradley. "Hold on!" He shouted as he reved the engine of the Dingo and pushed right into an embankment. "Stay here!" He shouted to the civilian guide. At the same time, the gunner opened fire with his M31 HMG, sending 15.5 millimeter shells throughout the air.

Inside the Bradley, the commander shouted, "AMBUSH!" As he did the rocket impacted the side of the Bradley and the dismounts immediately went into action. Their night vision goggles were on when they dropped out of the Bradley and the main gunner opened up with the Chaingun and decimated six soldiers moving with more rockets.

Gunfire was immediately exchanged from both sides as the enemy soldiers began to fall they returned fire, wounding several of the Recon Force soldiers, although not getting any mortal shots in. Inside of two hundred seconds, another element of the operation appeared, involving a helicopter. The Bradley attempted to train its gun on the helicopter but, unfortunately, before it could gain a lock onto the helicopter, it fired down sixteen separate canisters, all containing gas. The Bolivians were all wearing gas masks and as the Recon Force soldiers were overwhelmed and passed out, they saw victory fading.

The last thing Major Marco saw was the butt of a rifle coming down on his head. The man holding it was the civilian guide.

OOC: The operatives coming in from Cobija- are they part of the Layartebian invasion force or another operation entirely?

I also added Cotland's forces to the map- six divisions in total, because that's how many I think were sent based on the numbers, but I'm going to need confirmation so I know how to set up the map properly.

Sucre

Scandia's forces arrived just before daybreak, just enough time for Helveticus to plan another assault. He now had enough troops to secure the perimeter- which would be Scandia's new job- freeing up his troops to begin their push towards the centre. They'd be using the alleyways for this fight, as they knew they were not rigged.

He also decided he was going to try to go right for the snake's head, as the Norwegian Special Operations team had arrived with Scandia, having just completed the capture of Maria (OOC: Cotland, for confirmation, you did use them for this operation, right?). As soon as they arrived he gave them their new orders:

"Men. Your task will be to find the Sucre command centre, infiltrate it and capture it. We need to take out the snake by it's head."

(Map updated (http://www.geocities.com/dadothegreat2003/BattleofSucre.png))

The Norwegians got to the area and immediately deployed their units. The thousands of soldiers were resupplied with food, water and ammunition. The wounded soldiers had been flown back to Brazil in C-17s where they were treated for their injuries. Meanwhile, the commanders of the teams from HJK got up to the Roman commander and got their orders. The orders were clear: Capture the enemy commander. Simple, especially when they had a total of 192 special operations soldiers, 2/3rds of a squadron, and 12,000 men to provide cover. However, before they could start the operation, which would be called “Operasjon Endring”, they needed to get their intel straight. The oberstløytnant in charge of the SpecOps forces spoke up.

“Excuse me sir, but could you please give us some insight in the current situation? I’ve heard some rumors about minefields, snipers and other such unpleasantries. Could you please give us an overview of the situation so we may take account for that in our plans sir?”

The Norwegians got to the area and immediately deployed their units. The thousands of soldiers were resupplied with food, water and ammunition. The wounded soldiers had been flown back to Brazil in C-17s where they were treated for their injuries. Meanwhile, the commanders of the teams from HJK got up to the Roman commander and got their orders. The orders were clear: Capture the enemy commander. Simple, especially when they had a total of 192 special operations soldiers, 2/3rds of a squadron, and 12,000 men to provide cover. However, before they could start the operation, which would be called “Operasjon Endring”, they needed to get their intel straight. The oberstløytnant in charge of the SpecOps forces spoke up.

“Excuse me sir, but could you please give us some insight in the current situation? I’ve heard some rumors about minefields, snipers and other such unpleasantries. Could you please give us an overview of the situation so we may take account for that in our plans sir?”

"Yes. The major roads are all mined, but the alleyways are not, so we suggest using them to reach your destination. The Bolivians have snipers hiding in the buildings, but if you do not alert them to your position you should be fine. They're trained to fire at us, so if you stay low they'll miss you.

"Now, we don't know exactly where or who the commander is, but we do know there's somebody, because these attacks are very co-ordinated.

"Before you go, do any of you know any Spanish? If not, I'll send a few Roman soldiers as liasons. We need to gather as much intelligence as we can if we are to succeed on this venture."

The oberstløytnant nodded with a serious expression in his face. This wasn't going to be easy, but then again, neither was getting Julio Maria, and they got that bastard. Why should it be more difficult to get this one?

"We have some Spanish-speaking soldiers sir. With all respect, I'd rather not take any Romans with us. No disrespect to the Roman soldiers, but our men are specially trained to move swiftly and silently past enemy defenses and take the enemy out before they even know we're there. I fear that your soldiers aren't trained for that types of missions, so I'd rather not bring them with sir.

"Now, if I've understood our orders correctly, we are to gather intel and take out the enemy commander dubbed General X if possible. What are the rules of engagement sir?"

The oberstløytnant nodded with a serious expression in his face. This wasn't going to be easy, but then again, neither was getting Julio Maria, and they got that bastard. Why should it be more difficult to get this one?

"We have some Spanish-speaking soldiers sir. With all respect, I'd rather not take any Romans with us. No disrespect to the Roman soldiers, but our men are specially trained to move swiftly and silently past enemy defenses and take the enemy out before they even know we're there. I fear that your soldiers aren't trained for that types of missions, so I'd rather not bring them with sir.

"Now, if I've understood our orders correctly, we are to gather intel and take out the enemy commander dubbed General X if possible. What are the rules of engagement sir?"

Helveticus had to stop himself before he defiantly said that yes, the Romans were trained at special operations, but he trusted the Norwegians enough that they'd do their job comfortably.

"Very well then. Yes those are your orders. As far as the rules of engagement are, you can shoot at the Bolivians as long as you don't create any noise. We don't want you to give away your positions."

"Yes sir," the oberstløytnant said, then saluted the general before turning and exiting. It was best to get going immediately so they could go home soon. With that thought in his mind, he climbed into the M2008A1 Dingo APV which waited for him. As it drove down the load from the headquarters and down Highway 449, the man thought over the situation. They would have to move stealthy and swiftly, and try to keep the knowledge of their presence away from anyone. The Dingo passed the checkpoint established by the men of Artilleribataljon 36 without having to stop. The same happened when they passed the Roman Cohort guarding the area just in front of the assembly area of the men from HJK. When the Dingo stopped, the oberstløytnant and his escort soldiers got out and into the four-story building which served as the temporary headquarters of the HJK.

As they entered, the officers assembled the men. All in all, 24 eight-man teams were going to participare in this engagement, moving all over Sucre in chalks of 32 men each. The men were well trained and well equipped, being armed with whatever weapons they preferred. AG5A2 special operations carbines were popular, but some had AG4A3 assault carbines, some had MG49A2 Minimi light machine guns, some carried HK416 carbines rechambered to accept the 6.8x43mm round the Norwegians preferred to use, while some carried MP6A1 P90 submachine guns. There were also seven sniper teams of two men each. One sniper, armed with a sniper rifle, and one spotter, armed with a carbine. All men had pistols, ranging from Desert Eagles and M1911s to SIG226s and USPs. The common thing with the weaponry of the men was that the carriers knew how to use them like they had never done anything like it before. They were all professionals, and they all knew what to expect now that their leader entered.

"Gentlemen, at ease. The Romans have issued us our orders. We are to conduct reconnisance missions to gather intel critial to the conquest of this city. If we take this city, we take the country. That's why the Romans are so hellbent on getting as much intel as possible, and why that is our number one priority. The secondary mission is to identify, locate and take out the Bolivian commander here in the city. We know nothing about this man, but he's a huge threat to the Romans and thus us.

"We will divide into chalks of four teams each, operating in different parts of the city. Each chalk will have a sector of the city as its responsibility. Rules of Engagement. We have permission to open fire at any enemy we see, but only if the kill can be taken without alerting the remaining enemies. That means silencers and supressors, gentlemen. Snipers, the same goes for you. Each chalk commander will come to me to get further instructions as to their sectors when this meeting has been concluded. Any questions?"

There were none. All the men knew what had to happen, and they were ready. As if to demonstrate that, one of the men pulled out his P33A2 USP and a silencer and started mounting it. The oberstløytnant nodded and dismissed the men, who went outside and got their equipment ready while the officers remained and got their instructions.

After an hour of preperations, the men were ready. It was broad daylight, so there was little point in using their vehicles for the first of the missions, which was a small recce by a single jegerteam from Chalk 5.

Weaponry
AG5A2 Spec.Ops. Carbine: 3
30-round magazines: 24
AG4A2 Assault Carbine: 2
30-round magazines: 16
MG49A2 Minimi Light Machine Gun: 1
200-round box: 3
HK416 Carbine: 1
30-round magazine: 8
SG92A2 Sniper Rifle: 1
10-round magazine: 4
P33A2 USP Sidearm: 5
13-round clip: 20
M1911 Sidearm: 1
7-round clip: 4
SIG226 Sidearm: 2
12-round clip: 8
G67 Fragmentation Grenade: 32
G68 Flashbang Grenade: 16
G69 Smoke Grenade: 14
SEAL-2000 knife: 8
Combat Axe: 5
M19 Claymore anti-personell mine: 4

The team moved past the perimeter slowly and quietly, weapons fitted with silencers/supressors, grenades, knifes and axes ready and the protective equipment on. As they stalked down the city streets, hugging the walls to keep as low a profile as possible, they came across a enemy checkpoint. The five men there were armed with what seemed to be AK-47s and MAC-10s, and looked mighty important where they stood and thought they were the best in the world.

After setting up a quick firing line, the officer in charge of the team looked at the men. They didn't seem too alert, but it was better to be safe than sorry. They had to be removed. After a quick exchange of hand signals, the front four soldiers armed with carbines were ordered to move in quickly and take them out. The men set their weapons to three-shot bursts and waited for the signal. Two seconds later, the order came and the men jolted forward towards the enemies while shooting. They were shooting the way they had been taught, two in the chest and one in the head. The four first enemies went down before they knew what had hit them, but the last one threw down his MAC-10 and put his hands up while shouting something in Spanish. He was making an awful lot of noise, so one of the soldiers still running dropped his rifle and punched the man in the jaw, knocking him out instantly. The soldier then looked around while the rest came over and took cover. The officer looked at the soldier with a look that could kill just as swiftly as his silenced USP.

"Sorry sir. Didn't know what to do. Perhaps he can give us some intel."

"You better hope he does, because if he doesn't, I'll tear you a new one. Got it?"

"Yes sir."

"Good. Now, tie him up, hide these bodies and let's haul ass back to the CP."

The soldiers nodded and did as ordered. The bodies were hidden underneath a stairwell and concealed with a few planks that lay around. To top it all off, the mine expert placed a Claymore underneath that, well hidden from sight, ensuring that if anyone removed the planks, they were blown to smithereens. It would ensure two things: That the enemy became aware that they weren't alone in their turf, and that the bodies could not be given a post-mortem to find out who had killed them. Happy with his work, the man nodded to the officer who got his team moving quickly and silently back to the base. On the way, they bumped into a few enemies, but they were taken down with headshot before they could alert their comrades.

As the team jogged back into the camp, they handed the prisoner over to the infantry, who brought him to Helveticus along with a note from the Norwegians.

Here's a present for you. He might have useful
information, but we'll leave it to you to extract it.

- HJK

OOC: Will post ICly tommorow. Updated the map to show the Bolivian camp (http://www.geocities.com/dadothegreat2003/BattleofSucre.png).

OOC: No Cobija is something very different.

Sucre

Sucre had been split like a donut with the Bolivians surrounded on all sides, the middle, the outer, and lastly, there was a breech through the middle of their lines, turning their lines into a "C." Limited to numbers now and only one base, which was to the northwest of the city, they were running out of time. They had 800 or so well-trained soldiers fighting for them and no more than 3,000 other fighters.

They were firing off pop-shots and random sniper shots here and there, trying to catch enemy soldiers off guard. They weren't having much luck. The basic goal was to get their unorganized asses into a major organization so that they could mount something heavy. They were amassed in six different locations with any real force. They would have to, at that point, launch a successful counterattack.

La Paz

The shelling was a success. Now they had to do more. The Scout/Sniper team from Recon Force was inside the city already, sneaking around and firing off shots at targets, masking their position with the silencers and suppressors.

At dawn there would be more airstrikes, primarily with JDAM bombs, targetted using satellite imaging. The air striking order would involve eight FB-22B Manta bombers, carrying one hundred and twenty GBU-49/A SDB JDAM II bombs and forty GBU-51/A JDAM II bombs for ground attack and sixteen AIM-204A Escape missiles and sixteen AIM-120D-2 AMRAAM missiles for air to air defense.

The eight bombers would be flying at high altitude, dropping as per orders. The satellite reconnaissance at the Layartebian base camp would be directing the targets.

Cobija

The Bradley and Dingo were left to burn. Explosives had been set and they were destroyed. The soldiers, unconscious, were loaded onto two helicopters and were now flown back inside Layartebian territory, to a very secretive and undisclosed location, buried deep inside of a bunker, in the center of the Madre de Dios province of Peru. Things were about to get very problematic.

OOC: Lay, are the Roman troops at La Paz (they came with the Russians) being used on the perimeter, just like Cotland did in NE Bolivia? I ask because I'm not sure if you've realized that they're there (you don't need to use them in your attacks- I just wanted to say that they're there for use).

IC:

Sucre

The Norwegians came back faster than expected with a blindfolded, gagged, tied up and beaten Bolivian soldier. "Good work," said Helveticus to the Special Ops team. "Hold on guys, I have a plan."

Helveticus removed the blindfold and the gag, and then ordered the Bolivian searched, with everything in his pockets confiscated. They soon discovered his identity- Lt. Col. Rico Gonzalez of the Bolivian Confederate Armed Forces, Sucre- and recovered his walkie-talkie.

"Which channel is the base?" asked Helveticus in Spanish. Gonzalez didn't answer.

"Sock him." A Roman soldier took out his rifle and barreled the butt right into Gonzalez's stomach.

"So, again, which channel is the base?" Gonzalez continued the silent treatment.

Helveticus then turned to the Norwegians. "Do you want the honours?" A Norwegian promptly plunged the butt of his rifle to the back of Gonzalez's head. He noticed Gonzalez quivered at the sight of the Norwegians, the people who had captured him. He then ordered the Norwegians to surround him, at which point Gonzalez- fearing more beatings- spoke up.

"Okay, okay. It's channel three."

"Gracias."

Helveticus then tuned the walkie-talkie to the base, and relayed the following message:

This is Decius Romanus Helveticus, Tribunus Laticlavius of the 1st Roman Legion. We have a one Lieutenant Colonel Rico Gonzalez in our captivity, captured by our allies the Norwegians. We are willing to make you the following offer:

We offer you this:

-We will grant you, Gonzalez and your Army amnesty, and equal positions in the Roman Army. All of your people shall also be afforded the same rights and guarantees afforded to the Roman people, which includes freedom of expression, choice, religion, speech, etc., as well as the right to elected representatives. We shall also provide full funding to repair the damage to Sucre, as well as any other parts of Bolivia destroyed by our Armies.

In exchange, we are requesting:

-Your unconditional surrender
-Information leading to the arrest of Purifiers responsible for the Potosi torture chamber.

Should you decide not to comply, you and the rest of your Army- including Gonzalez- will be dead. I advise you to take this deal, for we have you surrounded and outnumbered and you are in no position to negotiate. Please choose wisely.

Meanwhile, the Roman soldiers continued their advance in the city. The Bolivians were clearly exhausted, as there seemed to be more dead bodies on the street than breathing soldiers. They were able to claim more Bolivian territory to the west of the corridor between the core and the periphery, losing ten men and one Hummer in the process.

(Map Updated (www.geocities.com/dadothegreat2003/BattleofSucre.png))

La Paz

OOC: Lay, do you think the tanks are still standing? I intended them to be left in the open to be used as bait but I didn't realize I could use them...

IC:

The Bolivians were trying to do their best to stay hidden in the rubble, but for every tactic they had, the Layartebians had two. Some of the snipers were shot dead even before they could fire a single shot, while others got caught in the strategic shelling by Layarteb. They did their best to conceal their positions, making La Paz one of the "quieter" warzones in Bolivia.

Losses- 500

OOC: Yeah I think there would be some tanks left, you could have had them hidden in garages and shit and off so they had no thermal signature. As for the Romans, no I didn't know they were there. They could get involved if you wanted."

Sucre

Inside the main Bolivian base, the Roman words echoed. They knew that Gonzalez had gone missing and now they knew where he was. This basically meant that they were compromised. If he could give up the channel name, he could give up the base location. They would have to relocate, which they would do, immediately. Situated roughly eight hundred meters away, to the west was an underground chamber that was an old prison from the 1700s. It wasn't on any of the schematics for the city, mainly because it was to be demolished when the new city was built. Unfortunately, that had not happened.

"¡Vete pal carajo!" They returned and immediately began the relocation to the prison, which was pretty eroded and deteriorated and they moved there quickly so that they could do what they had to do.

La Paz

The shelling was stopped and now the aerial bombardment commenced. JDAMs fell from up high on precise locations and targets. As they did, the sniper team from the Special Forces moved in deeper, much deeper. They were finding more dead bodies and more wreckage. The city was definitely something out of a bad horror movie and something out of an even worse and scarier religious movie about the end of the world. They had dubbed the city "La Ciudad de Llamas" and they were definitely right about that.

OOC: Will post ICly tommorow, too late now.

Lay, it's up to you, really, how you want to use the troops. I figure they may be useful since Pushka didn't bring a lot of troops himself.

This is what you're working with:

Siege Engine

2 Equite Divisions (Armoured Divisions). Each Equite Division contains: 100 MBTs (Abrams), 50 Assault Vehicles (Bradleys), 2050 Logistical Support Vehicles (assorted trucks)

2 Velite Divisions (Artillery Divisions). Each Velite Division contains: 100 Rocket Launchers (Hummers with mounted rocket cannons), 100 Anti-Aircraft Missile Launchers (RIM-116 Rolling Airframe Missile (RAM))


1 Equite Magnus (“Supertank”- combined strength and armaments of 10 tanks, including 10 Guided Missiles and 10 Ballistic Missiles and Anti-Missile Defence System. Speed: 10mph. Crew (ea.): 50)

1 Cohort (2,000 men)= 20 Centuries. 1 Century= 100 men.

-On the battlefield, the Cohorts are then organized along Maniples (lines), which consist of two centuries each per Cohort:

(a)Hastati (Front Line Ground Troops)

(b)Principes (Second Line Ground Troops)

(c)Triarii (Third Line Group Troops, Roman Elite Soldiers)

100 Specialized Battlefield Logistical Support Vehicles (Crew (ea.): 5)

Total Personnel (Unit): 26,550

well i'm new to this, but i am from princstable, i read "most" of the threads, i still dont know whats going on, can someone fill me in? i'd like to help with this issue at hand, i have great :sniper: (snipers) and elite military personel, If you'd like my serivices i'd be happy to oblige, and send some troops to the front lines. check out my nation and see what you think, although small we have a very good military that's second to none, when it comes to the elite. Also as a quick note i would like to ask what is the OOC: that you put at the begginning of your threads, and also some of the other ones?

The morning of the telegram that President Cudd, sent to RomeW, he decided to help out anyway. "Vice-president Hudson, i want you to take 20% of all of our forces over to help out RomeW, they have alot of battles going on and i dont want to wait for their reply, if they dont need us we'll pull back, but to be safe we'll send them."" uh no offense sir, but they are not even in our territory or even the same part of the hemisphere.""hudson what is the motto of our nation?""To protect the Weak, the Just and the Right. sir.""dam right, and this is what we are doing, to help the World, and the world is not just our hemisphere.""Vice-president: I'll have General Nixem on it right away sir.""President: You do that, oh and heres a list of what and who to send over their.""As the VicePresident looked at the sheet he realized that this is close to a little over 20% the nations forces. This nation started only a yr ago and already the president who is by all standards a people loving, world protecting person is going over his head to help other nations. The list consisted of these units."

UH-60 Black Hawk:150
Chinooks:50
50,000 elite trained military personel
Holy Republic Special forces
90 Abrhams
80 different ships, and vessels
Knights Templar Army Special Forces
including the Air Forces Elite Squadron the honourable White Angels which consists of 70 of some of the Worlds best pilots.

"If this does not help i do not know what will. hopefully RomeW or whoever we are helping will reply in kind to us." the Vice president thought as he picked up the phone to call General Nixem.

OOC Eh, who are you? This is an Earth II RP, and since you're not a member of Earth II (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=373378), you're not welcome to join this RP, to put it painfully blunt. Feel free to join Earth II though, but this RP is relatively closed [as in closed to anyone not in Earth II].

i was not aware that this was not in earth 1 or whatever... please excuse anything i've said i am very sorry..... also what is OOC??!?!? that was my question, and IC...

OOC ("Out of Character"- as in non-RP actions. "IC" is "In Character" and actions you're RPing):

Cotland, this isn't closed to non-E2 members. I said in the first post it's also going to be added to my (main) NS territories too, so it is open to the general NS population- provided they TG me first, which Princstable did.

IC:

The Roman Government thanks Princstable for their help, but we have sufficient forces for the job. Thank you.

OOC Oh... my bad then. Appologies to everyone.

Sucre

"Sir, I'm detecting enemy movement towards the west of the city," said 1st Avii Legate P. Cornelius Lesus flying overhead in the Reconnaisance Aircraft, "Requesting airstrike."

"Do it. Send these guys a message," replied Helveticus.

Within seconds, a Fulmini stealth bomber (OOC: B-2 Spirit) swooped towards the running Bolivians, sending three bombs their way. They weren't sure that they hit the leader, but Helveticus suspected they were members at the base since the commander had politely told him to "f*** off" instead of engage him in conversation.

He then ordered another assault, this time towards the west of the city. He then brought the Norwegians back into service. "Men," started Helveticus. "You have a new order. Find me that new base, but when you find it, don't destroy it. Our armies will follow you in the wings and we will surround it to give these Bolivian s**ts a true ultimatum. If they refuse, you will have the honour of blowing it up. Our tanks and armies will take anyone that tries to escape."

La Paz

OOC: Lay, are you at the centre of the city yet?

The Bolivians were smart- they hit the tanks in garages and turned them off, making them undetectable to the Layartebians, who only saw the snipers, which were still getting picked off by the deft skills of the Layartebian soldiers. Regardless, the plan of luring Layarteb to the centre of the city was still working. Their advance was slow, but they were unaware of the tanks' presence, and the Bolivians would make sure they'd know of them when it was too late.

The Norwegian Special Forces were briefed on the new info, and intel was pouring in. A four-man group had stalked a group of Bolivians in the northeastern area of the city for a few hours, and reported in every five to ten minutes to the Norwegian command, which passed the raw data on to the Romans. The four men were all specialists in this game, having served in the Army for a combined total of 38 years. Their weapons, one AG4A2 Assault Carbine, two AG5A2 Special Operations Carbines, one SG92A1 Sniper Rifle and one MP6A1 P90 submachine gun were all suppressed, and the pistols, three P33A2 USPs and one P99A1 were silenced. All in all, the men had 540 6.8x43mm rounds, 250 5.7x28mm rounds, 60 8.6x70mm rounds and 270 .40SW rounds, as well as a number of hand grenades. The men sneaked down the alleyways, following the enemies as they progressed. Once they ran into an enemy patrol, but they were gunned down quickly before they could alarm the rest of the Bolivians. Headshots were the name of the game. As the enemies entered a building that was heavily guarded, the Norwegians stopped in a dark alley close to the building. They needed to find somewhere to stake the place out from, and the answer was in the building across the street. It was perfect for the task, having five stories and a clear line of sight to the building. The only problem was that they would need to cross the street, in the Bolivian’s line of sight, and it was mid day! They had an idea though.

”Command Six, this is Leopard Nine. We have enemy fortification our position, suspect enemy Hotel Quebec. Request orders, over.”

“Copy that Nine. Hold fast, stand by. Over.”

In the Norwegian command post, the information was plotted. The GPS coordinates from the Special Forces unit indicated a position deep inside Bolivian-held territory. Immediately, a circling RQ-15A Mack UAV was dispatched to provide live video intelligence from the area, something it did easily. Flying 20,000 feet above the ground, the Bolivians didn’t even know it was there. As it reached the area and aimed its impressive intelligence gathering suite down on the location indicated by the Special Forces, it indicated that it was indeed a command post there. A lot of enemy forces were around that particular block, doing their best to hide but to no avail. The FLIR system on the Mack picked up several enemies that it couldn’t see using normal vision. Jackpot. The Corps Intelligence Officer picked up the phone and alerted the Romans as well as preparing the rest of the Special Forces and the regular infantry and tanks for entry in the area.

OOC: I haven't even moved into La Paz yet except for SOFs that are inside the city. I'll ingress into the city in the next post, is there a siterep on what's going on there since I bombed and artillery fired into the city?

Sucre

The Bolivians were putting up with a lot. The bombs that fell from above were accurate and devestating. They knew they couldn't shoot anything down so they had to do their best and stay hidden, inside and underground. The Romans and Norwegians were encircling them and it was only a matter of time. The commanders in their prison bunker knew it but those above, on the streets, shooting RPGs and machine gun fire at Roman and Norwegian soldiers didn't know anything except that they were to fight until the death.

The commanders estimated they had about three hundred people left above ground and there weren't more than a hundred of them inside the bunker complex. The Romans would win, that was a given, but they certainly made them work for it.

Puerto Maldonado

The helicopters landed inside of a bunker. The facility was top secret and a retractable roof allowed both helicopters to simultaneously land inside the bunker. When the roof closed, the surface was a farm, again. Inside, the soldiers were taken out, restrained using plastic zip-ties, and kept unconscious through sedatives. They would all be taken to the main medical room, where the operations would begin. The goal was to turn each of the soldiers into a personal toy, so to speak.

Of the sixteen soldiers there were plans to turn all of them into brainwashed victims of a truly evil plot. They would all point to one of them as the hero of the unit, the hero that saved them all, and the hero that would advance up the chain of command. That individual was Sergeant First Class Raymond Shaw, the son of a wealthy governmental representative.

The medical experiments would all involve extremly advanced brain surgery, which would mess with the whole incident that had just happened and then would allow a completely new imprint on their minds, which would be force fed into their minds through television screens and constant recollection. All sixteen of them would remember the exact same incidient, with the exact same words, in the exact same way.

They had three days to accomplish this and the doctors worked hard. They were, after all, some of the best. Dr. Atticus Noyle was in charge and his work with the Praetorian Project was something that was highly regarded amongst the top brass of the military.

http://www.theforsakenoutlaw.com/Graphics/Nation-States/Role-Playing/Praetorian%20Project/Atticus-Noyle.jpg

layarteb, i would like to ask you how you get the fact book, and also the different other things you can click on under your post. sorry if this upsets anyone that i am asking him here, i will not post any more threads on here.

Princstable

layarteb, i would like to ask you how you get the fact book, and also the different other things you can click on under your post. sorry if this upsets anyone that i am asking him here, i will not post any more threads on here.

Princstable

? That's called a signature.

OOC: IC post later.

Lay, that's an intriguing story with the brain surgery...you were right when you said it'd be "messed up". However, is that possible in MT? What does it involve?

OOC: IC post later.

Lay, that's an intriguing story with the brain surgery...you were right when you said it'd be "messed up". However, is that possible in MT? What does it involve?

OOC: It's basically the Manchurian Candidate being RP'd by me :). They did some sort of brain surgery to the people and then did some serious brain washing to them all. You should see the movie. I am going with the 2004 remake on this RP not the original so it will show some differences but yes it would be possible, it's just some brain surgery and then followed by serious "programming" through TVs, speech, etc.

OOC: Ah, okay. I have yet to see "The Manchurian Candidate", though I have been told it was great (and the 2004 remake apparently is so well done that you wouldn't know the ending even having seen the original- so says my brother who saw both).

In relation to La Paz- you've just aimed at certain buildings, right? I'm assuming that maybe 40% of the buildings have remained, including the residential buildings where the tanks are being hidden.

I also started bonfires a la Sucre to reduce visibility.

IC:

La Paz

The Layartebians were patient, almost unnervingly so. The Bolivians were anxious to release their tanks but they wanted to make sure that they knew the Army was in the city. They had about 20,000 soldiers left, with about 5,000 watching over the tanks. The snipers stayed where they were, hidden amongst the rubble, picking off whatever Layartebian was foolish enough to reveal themselves (which wasn't often). In the meanwhile, they were waiting...waiting...waiting.

Sucre

The orders were simple- as soon as he found out about the underground bunker, Helveticus ordered his perimeter soldiers to find every grate and stand watch for anyone who would flee, aiming their guns right at the grate. He then ordered a division to form a 1km ring around the suspected bunker to make sure the commanders were trapped. He then went for Gonzalez, whom he hadn't killed yet.

"Which channel is the commander?" asked Helveticus.
"Channel two," said a wheezing Gonzalez.
"Thank you."

Helveticus again contacted the commander:

"Playing games aren't we? Let us try this again:

-You surrender unconditionally and provide us with information leading to the arrest of the people responsible for the Potosi Torture Chamber
-We will offer you and your remaining soldiers amnesty.

We have you surrounded. No more games this time. Got it?"

OOC: Yes we would target only certain buildings and not residential in that.

La Paz

The SOFs inside the city moved sleekly. The flames within the city kept their thermal googles almost inoperable and night vision was hampered as well. They moved in small teams of eight, snipers and spotters moving together in small teams of two. These were men of the Recon Force unit, very well adept to hiding and providing reconnaissance. Fighting inside a city like this was their bread and butter and they were trained for it.

Snipers took pop shots at them, usually missing or just grazing. The Bolivians weren't the best marskmen they had gone up against but then again, they were Special Forces. Whenever they detected a flash of muzzle or happened to hear where the shot came from, they returned fire, which usually involved several well placed 5.56 rounds or a 40mm grenade, which on occassion had blown the smitherings out of the room.

Surrounding the city still were the cavalry and infantry, a full brigade of each. Artillery had been quiet and airborne bombers and strike fighters had stopped their bombings as well. Everything was quiet except the roaring of the fires and the occassional gunshots and grenade explosions. The SOFs made sure that they kept out of the line of sight of anyone. This was their plan, after all.

Then, as the SOFs came to diverge on several positions, the artillery guns opened up again. A satellite pass had shown several targets that were in need of neutralizing. One of them had the faint outline of a tank, reflecting heat from a fire nearby. At least five high explosive, 155MM rounds were put on that target. Another twenty-four rounds, a mix of 1:3 HE to submunition rounds were placed on three other targets throughout the city. SOFs hunkered down as the shells came down on the city.

Sucre

The radio calls echoed in the prison and it was time to put a stop to that. All forces were ordered to go to Command Echo, which meant that they would switch frequencies. Unfortunately for the Romans, Echo changed at least once a day. Just after he had been captured, Echo was changed to an entirely different frequency. Codewords would be used.

As the number of forces dwindled and the fire burned out of control in Sucre, the commander thought it may be time to surrender. He knew the Romans wouldn't be friendly to him so he would die with the rest of his men, rather than be handed over to the Romans and face whatever punishment they would give. What remaining explosives that they had were detonated and snipers were ordered to fend for their lives. Radio silence was issued and everyone was on their own.

Puerto Maldonado

The brain operations were complete after only eight hours. The men would spend another six hours in recovery before being fed Ramen Noodles, which contained high amounts of sodium, good to keep their brains functioning. They were all to be hooked up to IVs and put into wheelchairs, fed Ramen Noodles, and enter the next phase, which would see them all sitting in front of the same television screesn, watching the same thing, which was an animated portrayal of the situation. They would remember this as that and would recollect the event through these images, the same images that their brains would fill in. They watched animation but their brains processed it as real-life. This was the beauty of the experiment, which was definitely done without approval from the Emperor or the top brass. This was sinister in nature.

La Paz

"Fire in the hole!" The Bolivians saw the shells and took evasive action. They decided to clear out the tanks as fast as they could, having been spotted by the Layartebians, but they couldn't save them all. Two of the tanks and some 3,000 soldiers were blown right up, while another tank was declared inoperable after the hit. The remaining tanks- those that were closer to downtown- remained, and were brought out and moved to areas offering better protection, where they can fire volleys at the aircraft and artillery nearby.

Their plan may have backfired, but they were still in the war.

Sucre

"No response, eh?" said Helveticus. He immediately radioed the oberstløytnant: "Blow the bunker up!"

Helveticus then heard several explosions throughout the city, but he wasn't worried- none of the Romans were on the main streets, just in the alleyways where they knew there was no mines. The order then came for an ingress into the city to "clean up" the remaining Bolivians. He then radioed the Layartebian commander at La Paz to get a read for the situation there, since he was almost done at Sucre.

Victory was in hand- they just needed to finish the job.

The order to blow the bunker was acknowledged by the Norwegians. The Bolivians outside the bunker were shot dead by the men, who had increased in number to 32 now. Once they were dead, the Norwegians took out their AP72A1 light anti-tank weapons and aimed at the door. While not overly powerful, they were powerful enough to blow the door that the Bolivians had on the bunker. A few seconds later, four 66mm rockets flew and slammed down the door to the bunker. The Norwegians opened fire into the doorway, using their MG49A2 Minimi light machine guns to put a lot of rounds into the small opening. While they kept everyone down, eight men carrying four large heavy bags moved to the side of the opening and gave the signal to cease fire. Once the machine gunners stopped, they tossed the four large bags into the doorway and ran like crazy. The reason soon became clear, as the oberstløytnant himself pressed the detonator, setting off the one hundred and sixty kilos of C4 that had been in the bags which rolled down the long and deep flight of stairs inside the bunker. The C4 detonated and caused the roof and stairway to collapse, and blew flames out the opening, hence the reason why the Norwegians ran. The way to the surface was effectively cut, and the inhabitants of the bunker would be left to die inside.

"Helveticus, this is HJK. We've sealed the bunker from the outside world. Request new orders, over."

La Paz

The tanks were on the move and the plan worked. An artillery strike was perfect, it forced the Bolivians to take evasive action to protect whatever armor they had left, and that was the idea. Inside the city, SOFs began to call in positions of moving tanks, some firing with their M34A1 SLATDW rockets, firing two per tank, enough to turn even the M1A1 Abrams into a smoldering wreck if hit in the right spot. Overhead, a flight of three F-16E Falcon Block 60 multirole fighters, armed with AGM-65 Mavericks and air to air missiles, began to come down. They were at an altitude of 20,000 feet when they were called in to destroy several tanks on the move. They would scream down at almost Mach 1 and fire their missiles off, large sized AGM-65G Mavericks, each plane carrying two of them, towards a tank. One missile was enough to incinerate anything on treads and that was all they fired, one per tank.

The actual invasion was waiting and gaining strength. The army surrounding the city had no plans to jump the gun and this was all about tactics rather than brute force, something very different from the Russian forces that were previously there. The Bolivians knew how to counter an enemy who relied on brute force and that was draw them in as deep as they can and then do serious urban warfare, which always worked out for the resident. The Layartebians knew this and didn't act in such a way, they kept outside of the city and decided to attack selectively. This would do worse. The Bolivians would not know when the next strike was coming nor would they be able to predict the next move by the Layartebians, who were just poised to send in an entire brigade of armed forces.

The Romans radioed for a situation report and the Layartebian commander, Brigadier General Russell was all too eager to say. "We're wearing them down. We've spotted their armor and are taking them out now. We're working on it." They weren't about to let the Romans rush them, nor were they about to act stupidly.

Sucre

Sucre was about to fall. The leaders inside their command bunker were preparing to escape the city. They wanted to get out alive and they were going to move through the underground catacombs and sewers. They had boobytrapped their command center with enough TNT and C4 to turn it and everything for sixty feet in any direction into dust. That would teach the Romans! The only question that loomed was whether or not they would escape.

Puerto Maldonado

The next session came. The entire battle was created for them, animated. The characters looked enough like the men that their brains would put the pieces together. The entire operation and brainwashing was definitely something that was careful and delicate. They had to work very carefully, the slightest glitch could cause the entire operation, which had cost in excess of §150M to be a disaster and a failure, which would require the execution of all sixteen men. They would have to watch the scene over and over, while listening to a narration of what happened from specially trained people. This entire experiment used, as its main tool, the endless power of imagination and the ability of the mind to take small bits of input and turn it into a single and full flowing story, almost like a dream. It was horrific and scary how successful it would be. The Ramen Noodles kept coming, keeping the brain active. At the same time, the soldiers were given IVs to prevent them from dehydrating, especially since this was very taking. Carbohydrates were pumped in as well. They were entering a realm of serious mental stimulation and activity and there was no guarantee the body would reject it and go into instant convulsions.

OOC: Crafty. Very crafty.

La Paz

The Bolivians were confused. The Layartebians fired with full gusto, hitting everything and yet making no ingression into the city. The tanks were all cleared, leaving some 15,000 Bolivians to scurry to sniper holes to counter the expected offensive, where they would wait...and wait. Nervously.

Sucre

OOC: Cotland, does the Special Ops team have a codename? I don't think we established one but I'm sure that one would be used in a time like this.

"Fire in the hole!" The Romans saw the explosions and tried to move back as quickly as they could, but they still suffered losses- the hole that the explosion left in the ground levelled two Hummers, damaged ten others, killed ten soldiers and injured 30, most of them front-liners.

However, Helveticus was most worried about the Norwegians, who were underground. "Come in Leopard! Come in!" He was worried the explosions killed them, and he wanted to make sure they were okay.

OOC: Finish up Sucre. I got nothing left. What do you have left in La Paz, quantity wise?

La Paz

La Paz fell silent. The fires that burned only doubled throughout the evening and into the night. SOFs inside the city had made some headway and located six weapons caches. They had yet to suffer any KIAs and MIAs. Two men had been wounded but not so bad that they couldn't carry on. A flight of three AH-6J Little Birds had devestated the sniper post that had wounded both of them. Lucky for them, the sniper was a bad shot.

Airstrikes were going to be directed against the weapons caches, coming in the form of guided JDAM II bombs, falling from 36,000 feet. A B-2B Spirit was in the air, preparing to drop 12 of its 16 1,000 lb. JDAM II, GBU-51/A bombs. High, quiet, and invisible, the stealth bomber made sure that it was on station at the proper time, at the proper altitude, in the proper conditions. It was nothing to mess with and the pilots knew that. They were being escorted by a single EA-5F Vigilante flying a box pattern around the aircraft, ensuring that the EW systems shielded the defenseless bomber from any possible, though highly unlikely, enemy SAM or fighter coverage.

At precisely 1948, the 12 bombs were dropped.

We ahve our General to assist you(Rome) if you like. He is a bit arrogant but has never lost a battle. The barbarians fought like little school boys and ran in terror. His name is Julius Caesar.

OOC: Finish up Sucre. I got nothing left. What do you have left in La Paz, quantity wise?

La Paz

La Paz fell silent. The fires that burned only doubled throughout the evening and into the night. SOFs inside the city had made some headway and located six weapons caches. They had yet to suffer any KIAs and MIAs. Two men had been wounded but not so bad that they couldn't carry on. A flight of three AH-6J Little Birds had devestated the sniper post that had wounded both of them. Lucky for them, the sniper was a bad shot.

Airstrikes were going to be directed against the weapons caches, coming in the form of guided JDAM II bombs, falling from 36,000 feet. A B-2B Spirit was in the air, preparing to drop 12 of its 16 1,000 lb. JDAM II, GBU-51/A bombs. High, quiet, and invisible, the stealth bomber made sure that it was on station at the proper time, at the proper altitude, in the proper conditions. It was nothing to mess with and the pilots knew that. They were being escorted by a single EA-5F Vigilante flying a box pattern around the aircraft, ensuring that the EW systems shielded the defenseless bomber from any possible, though highly unlikely, enemy SAM or fighter coverage.

At precisely 1948, the 12 bombs were dropped.

OOC: I have 15,000 troops left and no more tanks.

IC:

The Layartebians were different than the Romans or the Russians were, that was certain- both of them favoured quick attacks, and Layarteb's patient attack was throwing them off. Still, with their leader- Eduardo Moya- still alive in the main command bunker, they had a chance to provide one final stand, not just for themselves, but for Bolivia as well.

Those who were in buildings scurried underground, where they would wait in underground bunkers filled with explosives that would be timed to meet the Layartebian tanks. Most of their offensive material were Molotov cocktails, but they were confident of their abilities. They just had to sit and wait.

Meanwhile, in Sucre, Helveticus was getting worried. The Norwegians hadn't contacted him yet and he was beginning to wonder if they were all dead. There wasn't anymore Bolivian resistence, but that was of little solace for him. He kept radioing them, waiting for a response.

La Paz

Time ticked down. Aerial strikes and artillery strikes were much more limited now. Satellite reconnaissance photographs and thermal scans revealed more positions. With the invasion a mere seventy-two hours away, the Layartebians had to do one last push before they actually entered the city. SOFs positioned themselves and resupplied when they could. At the same time, gun batteries were being readied, aircraft were taking off, and helicopters were taking to the skies. A fury of firepower was going to be put onto the city for the next three days, without cessation, until the invasion. SOFs hunkered down in safe havens and declared their positions. They weren't going to move for three days so they took what supplies they could and prepared. All M777A1 LW155 units were going to be firing, non-stop, for the next seventy-two hours, using guided and unguided projectiles against targets located through satellite and thermal passes. Aerial strikes using guided bombs, guided missiles, and iron munitions would be carried out as well against targets spotted by the SOFs and reconnaissance aircraft. Helicopters would be dropping supplies and, at the same time, unleashing their own fury. However, two hours before the strikes were set to begin an ultimatum was announced.

"Bolivian forces. This is the Empire of Layarteb. We are poised to level your city and kill all that resides within. If you do not lay down your weapons and surrender en masse we will be forced to remove your city from existence. You have ninety minutes to comply." The message was sent in both Spanish and English. Time would tell.

OOC: Figured this would be of help:

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Lapaznasa.jpg

Can you see underground?

IC: Time passed without a response, which Moya did for a reason. He didn't want to give away his exact position, so he ignored the request. He also figured it would give the Bolivians some time to prepare- the clock was ticking, and they wanted to be ready for the strike.

The oberstløytnant heard the desperate Roman call, and picked up the radio.

"Yeah, we're here. Everyone's still alive. A few broken bones, but nothing too serious. What's our new orders?" he asked. The men who were injured were tended to by medics and sent on to the medical units. Now all they needed was orders.

OOC: The callsign is Leopard

OOC: Thanks.

Phew.

"I will be radioing the Layartebians shortly to get a report on their situation and go from there," said Helveticus. "For now, Leopard, rest. You may be needed tommorow."

La Paz (East Wall)

While the Layartebians were awaiting the Bolivians' response, Moya and twenty other Bolivians made a dash to the mountainside through the sewage tunnels armed with only their weapons and a dozen Molotov cocktails. The intent? Seize a cave that could be used as a proper command base but was hidden enough so that when La Paz ultimately fell, Moya could make a run for it. Ten men would be used to guard the base, while another five would be set up two miles away in a roadside market, disguised as marketers. The bazaar would be where Moya would be getting his food and water, since he did not want to risk sticking his head outside of the cave.

Eventually Moya found a base a mile away from the city itself where the entrance was concealed from aerial view in such a way that when the courier to the market exited from plain view he'd look like he was going into another, more distant cave. Only the best of spies would be able to find their base, and, if they did, they'd have some very nice "doormen" to greet them, as well as several explosives.

The other five men went on a more sinister plot. They took with them two Molotov cocktails and headed covertly through whatever brush they could find towards the Layartebian base. Their plan? Blow it up. They wouldn't have enough to get everything but it'd be enough of a shock to throw them off. Besides, they were waiting for Moya to respond anyway...

OOC: No it is very hard to track underground movements period. This is why we've had so many problems in Afghanistan and Vietnam trying to track the SOBs in their caves and tunnels. World War II had a lot of tunnel systems on those Japanese islands we had to fight. Tunnels are very good for a defensive army. The Vietnamese would build theirs with 90° turns and stuff so that napalm and flamethrowers wouldn't be as effective. You can probably, with limited capability, track movement with thermal imaging, I guess but that would require being on the ground and I doubt it would work very far, a few meters probably, if that.

La Paz

The enemy did not respond. "Commence firing." The order sounded out. At the Layartebian base camp the sound of artillery shots out of muzzle brakes, a sound more like compressed air, echoed throughout the evening. Artillery shells of 155MM size, guided and unguided, high-explosive and cluster, slammed down into the city within seconds. The ground shook as if it were an earthquake. But that was not all. Bombers and fighter-bombers overhead, ranging from 20,000 feet to 45,000 feet unleashed JDAM II bombs weighing 250, 500, 1,000, and 2,000 pounds. Several BLU-113 warheads were dropped, weighing around 4,700 pounds. The city would be shattered and broken within hours. They would do this for three days straight.

The base camps were sealed and soldiers stood vigilant, night vision goggles up and ready. They had yet to see any Bolivians leave the city but they knew one thing, where they were sitting, they had been for days. It was only a matter of time. As the artillery and bombs rained onto the city, shattering its back in millions of fragments, the commanders kept real-time imagry from drones and satellites active on their monitors.

"They're going to check the tunnels," said Moya to his troops via a radio the Carthaginians had given them. It featured the best encryption technology the Carthaginians had.

"Our plans are simple- take everything we can and vacate the tunnels. I have behind me a system of caves where we can hide with our materials. We don't have a lot so it'll be easy to hide. A few of us will stay behind in the city so that the Layartebians still believe they're fighting us. Once they're inside, we'll storm their base, destroy it, and seal the city. Those of you who are in the city, try tactical strikes against the tanks and the soldiers, and set up sniper shots. We have to use what we've got here."

The soldiers did what they were told. Of the 15,000 who were left, 5,000 remained in the city, while the other 10,000 followed Moya's route to the same cave system that he went to. Aerially, the entrances were concealed, as they were all underground.

Meanwhile, the five Bolivians who were going for the base continued on their path. They stayed hidden amongst the mountains, doing their best to be concealed from aerial view, taking any underground route they could.

OOC: Lay, where's your base?

OOC: I have a base somewhere to the west I think but I have armored forces all around the city in small encampments.

After a full day of bombardment from the air and from artillery ther was little left of the city. The barrages continued with supply drops near the encampments plentiful. The army was definitely well supplied and in good spirits. They were finally about to enter the city, only forty-eight hours away, and they would be able to annihilate the Bolivians and go back home, which was only across the border into Peru.

Puerto Maldonado

The conditioning was done. The medical proceedures were done. The soldiers were ready. Dr. Noyle had them all wheeled into a large, empty room and had them arranged in a circle. They were all eating Ramen noodles, some smiling. They were under the total influence of the experiments. Dr. Noyle addressed a small team of individuals, from the LDC, observing the experiment. "Gentlemen you will see that it is not all that unimpossible to complete our tasks. This 'lost patrol' will be returned and yet, may I interject, they will suffer two casualties. Watch." He turned to Major Marco. "Major Marco, will you please stand up." He did without hesistation. "Raymond. There is a gun by you. Please bring it to Major Marco." He did, once again without hesitation. "Major Marco will you please shoot Private Ingram in the head." Major Marco adjusted his pants, raised the Glock 22 and fired a single .40SW shot. The bullet went right through Ingram's forehead and he fell onto the ground, lifeless, eyes open, staring into nothingness. "Very good. Sit down Major Marco." He did. "Now as you can see gentlemen, this is completely done. Major Marco will have no recollection of this incident, nor will anyone else. Now if I may proceede. Raymond. Will you please choke Private Baker?" Raymond got up and walked over to Baker. He looked at him and put his hands around his neck. "Go ahead Raymond. Kill him." Within a minute, Baker was dead. "Gentlemen. This concludes our demonstration. Shall we return these men?"

La Paz

"Do you see it?"
"Yes I do. Right before my eyes...man, this is too easy."
"Let's do it then."
"Roger".

The two Bolivians, tucked away deep within the mountains, saw the small Layartebian base at the foothills, and were preparing their attack. They took a Molotov cocktail and pulled out a slingshot, hurling the explosive at the base. They weren't the best marksmen, but the cocktail was nearly a direct hit.

Shortly afterward, the other three Bolivians hurled their cocktails at the base. Right behind them was 9,000 Bolivian troops- coming through the same cave tunnels the other five Bolivians went through- whose objective was to massacre the base, with the plan being after the bombings, they'd swarm the base in the confusion.

Meanwhile, in the city, things weren't going so well for the Bolivians. About 100 were killed by the strikes alone, while another 200 were terminated by Layartebian snipers. Still, the Bolivians did their best not to bunch up, dispersing themselves in pockets all over the city to divert the Layartebians. These were mainly stall tactics and most of the Bolivians there knew it- but it was their only hope for victory.

La Paz

When the Molotov cocktails went off, the thermal imaging was immediately turned towards the direction they came from. "AMBUSH!" The calls went out as gunfire erupted. The two Molotovs killed six soldiers instantly and another fourteen would die by the end of the night, from their wounds. However, the Bradleys and Abrams opened fire immediately against what was coming. The M2 Bradleys picked up the enemy soldiers within seconds and opened up with their massive 30MM chain guns. M6A1 Bradley Linebackers did the same. Abrams tanks opened up and fired SABOT rounds towards the cave opening.

A human wave from the south would be met with canister shots, which were essentially shotgun rounds for a tank cannon. Each canister held over a thousand 10mm tungsten shots and when they opened up, they opened up, destroying everything for a five hundred meter pattern.

As heavy machine gun fire opened up, rockets flew across the ground, impacting against the hulls of tanks. Two M2A4s were destroyed immediately and an Abrams threw a thread. It was still able to fire and it did, putting HEAT and SABOT rounds against incoming soldiers. Their fifty caliber co-axial and top turrets opened up as well.

Thousands of rounds were being fired every second as artillery support was called in against the mountains. Three M777A1s were tasked away from attacking the city and put against the mountains, firing a sustained volley against them. Airborne A-10C Thunderbolt IIs were also tasked away from the city to back up a four-ship formation of AH-94A Stalkers, being called to attack the soldiers. It would mostly be a ground fight though, with soldiers firing the majority of the shots. Snipers, perched in tents and on top of vehicles, fired at the enemy soldiers advancing with great percision. The enemy soldiers were ragtags compared to the army infantry.

The Layartebians responded quickly to the cocktails, but it was merely a bump for the Bolivians. The rocket lodged a massive boulder in front of the entrance, killing some 50 Bolivians who tried to get through. 1,950 others- including the five bombers- were killed in the assault, while the other 7,000 missed out on the entrance from the underground.

Though initially discouraged, it gave them a plan. They'd find a new opening and send teams of two to fire "pop-shots" of cocktails at the Layartebian base. They had 30,000 Molotov cocktails, which was enough for two per soldier for the 15,000 that were left before the Bolivians moved underground.

They scouted the caves a bit more and found several more openings to use to fire at the base, being little more than peepholes. This would be crucial- with several holes, they'd have a chance to keep the Layartebians guessing, because whatever hole they'd fire from would be random. If they fired once per hour (though the time here would still be random), they could "shake up" the Layartebians and hopefully soften them up to the point where the base could be taken.

Two of the Bolivians then set themselves up at a hole, took a cocktail and sling-shot one at the base. Then they ran back to a makeshift base some 200m deep inside the tunnels that they constructed close to the hole. With a little luck, this strategy just might work...

"REPEAT! BASE CAMP NORTH. WE ARE UNDER ASSAULT. REPORTING CASUALTIES! REQUEST IMMEDIATE AIR SUPPORT!" The air waves were flooded. Tanks, fighting vehicles, artillery, MLRS units, and anything else with wheels and armament was moved around. Soldiers were firing at attacking Bolivians having lost 40 of their own. They were definitely in the advantage but they were also fighting against individuals who knew the land like the back of their hand. The base camp was taking fire from RPGs, sniper shots, and Molotov cocktails.

The biggest aggressor were the Stalker helicopters. Using their FLIR they could actually see into the mountain caves a few meters. They would be able to track movements and they did. Using their 2.75" CRV7 rockets and their Brimstone attack missiles, they fired against openings, closing them right back up and ensuring that that hole wasn't going to be active. They were wary of ground launched missiles and kept their IR jammers running while they occassionally dropped flares. A-10C Thunderbolt IIs did the same while they fired their 30MM GAU-8 behemoth cannons, 2.75" CRV7 rockets, and Mark 82 Slicks against the caves and against the mountains.

Within 10 minutes they had what they wanted, a flight of B-52H Stratofortress bombers destined for the city.

"LOBO 11 Flight. Reporting in! Over!"

"LOBO 11. LION 22. Report status? Over."

"LION 22. We have three aircraft, fifty-one Mark 82s each."

"Roger that LOBO 11. Your target is being designated by GPS. Wait 1."

Overhead a flight of 3 B-52H Stratofortress bombers, loaded heavy with 500 lb. bombs flew in an orbit as they recieved various GPS coordinates from SOF units on the ground at the camp. These were the coordinates of the mountains ahead of them. "

"LOBO 11. Recieve? Over."

"LION 22. Roger that we are green on six coordinates."

"LOBO 11. Roger that. Light them up!"

"LION 22. ETA is 6 minutes."

"LOBO 11. Roger that. Out." The bombers flew towards their target at a steady 400 mph. They were miles out but closing. At 36,000 feet they made no sound and in the night they were invisible to the naked eye. All that would happen would be them flying overhead, dropping the bombs, utter silence, and then the mountainside would simply vanish. It was only a matter of time. Stalkers and Thunderbolts would have to hold for now as tanks, fighting vehicles, and other ground units fired against the mountain sides. SOF teams and other teams were made to scout the perimeter and look for possible tunnels leading up to the camp.

Overhead, LOBO 11 called to the other two and only said two words. "Bombs Away!" It was coming, 153 bombs, weighing 500 pounds each. That would put a total of 38.25 tons of ordinance on a mountainside, accurately and without remorse.

La Paz

The Layartebians were scrambling, which was the ultimate goal. Several hundred of them were killed by the bombings, but the Bolivian Confederate Army still maintained considerable numbers (5,400).

They knew they were being hunted for, so the BCA planned their escape. Moya knew the cave system very well so he knew of another hiding spot, and directed the BCA there. He knew that if he was always on the move they'd be harder to spot, and since the BCA didn't have a lot of equipment to carry with them, it was easy for them to move.

The BCA decided to split into cells numbering no more than 100 men each. The cells took their positions without relaying it to the other cells- only to Moya- so that if one was caught the others couldn't be found. 22 of the cells scattered around the caves to act "defensively", while the other 32 of the cells set out in the tunnels, some of them even going back to the underground city itself. Their goal here was to find a base (or any enemy organization of some kind) and strike at it with a Molotov cocktail, with the trick being these would be quick, one-off strikes, with the troops always on the run to minimize their capacity to be caught. With any luck, the Layartebians would be too demoralized to keep on fighting and would withdraw in defeat. It was a game of wits now- braun alone wouldn't win out this time.

Sucre

The Romans and Norwegians had stayed behind in Sucre for a day of rest and relaxation, something both camps sorely needed. Though the losses were minimal, the soldiers needed some rest before they went back out again, because the campaign was gruelling.

As daybreak rose, Helveticus radioed the Layartebian camp, hopeful to hear more good news. He didn't hear it. The BCA were ambushing the Layartebians from every corner and were doing it at such a consistency that it was taking its toll. He had to act and act fast. "Men, duty calls," said Helveticus to his men after telling the Layartebians he was on his way. "The Layartebians have been ambushed. We must head for La Paz immediately and put an end to this craziness."

OOC: Do you want me to get Moya or do you or what?

The soldiers kept up their positions. They were angered now and as they continued to bomb the city with artillery and aircraft, they focused on the mountains as well. A small scout patrol of a few M2s and some Dingos was sent out to find any more ambush spots. Stalker and Thunderbolt support came with an even flow. With only 36 hours until the staged invasion of the city, the Layartebians once again issued an ultimateum, "Surrender or perish."

Helveticus arrived at La Paz as quickly as he could. When he arrived, the Layartebians were panicking, but morale was still high- now they were determined to catch the suckers.

"What's the latest intel?" asked Helveticus to the Layartebian Commander. He told him about the ambushing BCA, and said he suspected they were hiding somewhere in the caves to the east of the city. They had constructed an elaborate system of tunnels that made it hard for them to be tracked, and were giving the Layartebians fits all day.

"I think we know what to do," replied Helveticus. "Let's get a team into the city to find that tunnel. You're already scouting the caves, so that's good- we'll send in a team to assist you."

He then turned to the trusty Norwegian Special Ops. "You have a new job- find me that tunnel. You will be given a team of Romans and Layartebians to assist you, because after you find it, I want you to infiltrate it and kill as many of those chickensh*ts as you can."

The oberstløytnant simply answered "Yes sir" before he walked over to his men and gave the orders. Then he got into a M15A1 Kjapp FPV and drove over to the Layartebian command post to get their latest intel. After getting past the guards, he got up to the Layatebian ground commander, BRIG.GEN. Russel.

"General. Oberstløytnant Hagen, Hærens Jegerkommando. Norwegian special forces. I understand that we will be working together on this area, so with your permission, I would like to know what you men know about the situation here."

OOC: The ILM doth not panic.

With the arrival of the Roman and Norwegian forces, the Layartebians had the final sorties over the city completed as the forces began to move into the smoking, devestated rubble.

http://www.theforsakenoutlaw.com/Graphics/Nation-States/Role-Playing/The%20Seige%20of%20Bolivia/grozny-01.jpg

http://www.theforsakenoutlaw.com/Graphics/Nation-States/Role-Playing/The%20Seige%20of%20Bolivia/grozny-02.jpg

Army soldiers and units moved in cautiously, wary of the urban presence of the Bolivians. SOFs within the city were on the move again, quickly and in small teams, taking out their respective targets with ease. They were in constant communication with central command and the incoming tanks through their Land Warrior system, which also linked them throughout the entire battlefield. At the command center, officers directing the battle viewed the entire city, in 3D view and could see the presence of every, single soldier. Using the Land Warrior uplinks that all soldiers had as well as satellite usage, the officers could see everything that they needed to see. Reported hostiles were placed on the model and when they were killed, they turned into a red "X" meaning that they were dead. Everything was so high-tech that it was almost impossible to lose.

OOC: Okay, well, you were scrambling. That better? :p

Do you think we need someone else to take over as Bolivia, now that I'm in an offensive role here?

IC:

The Romans quickly went to work upon arriving at La Paz. As per their orders, they split up amongst the Layartebians and Norwegians, some of them going into the city while others ventured into the caves. Their jobs here were simple- find where the Bolivians were hiding. At this stage, no one on the ground knew how many Bolivians were left and how many were hiding- it was all one big guessing match.

A clue, however, presented itself to the Romans after they entered the city. As a Hummer was driving along the streets patrolling for Bolivians, it drove over a sewer grate. As it was driving, a Bolivian opened it and launched a Molotov cocktail right at its undercarriage, causing an explosion that sent the Legion into a fury. The Hummer itself was blown up, with 11 soldiers killed in total. The Centurion, L. Marcus Clavius, wasn't impressed. "Lift that grate and find those soldiers!" It was almost a repeat of Sucre- only this time the Bolivians were a lot more co-ordinated and tougher.

OOC: We could it doesn't bother me.

The city was befallen with fire and wreckage. It was a disaster. The armored and infantry columns moving through the city kept a close watch on everything. They had already lost a Dingo to an RPG and its seven man crew, a problem. An M2A4 had been disabled by a mine but its crew was still alive and able to fire, just not move. As it was being protected by infantry and a pair of Bushmasters, a whole group of Bolivians made a fatal mistake, they ran out from their cover. Several 15.5 x 115mm shells later, they were mist.

The battle inside the city was going slowly. The bombings had created a lot of roadblocks and there were a lot of places to hide. Each and every corner would have to be flushed, hence why the armored and infantry forces had attacked from all four sides.

OOC: We've got to keep this going. I'll post an IC post this weekend.

Okay. I'm still here. I'll move this back to active.

Smoke billowed in the distance as the apocalyptic scene made the worst horror movie seem tame. Flames licked the sky and cries echoed through the raging inferno. In the distance, the skeleton of the govermental palace tore into the black oblivion above. As the armored columns and infantry advanced, to the sounds of intermittent gunfire, explosions, screams, and falling rubble, everything seemed surreal yet in place. Everyone was cautious, picking and choosing their shots, firing with great accuracy and total calm. This was what their training enabled them to do, go into a place as grim as this and act as calm as if they were sitting at a beach.

Occassionally, the insurgents got lucky and caught a soldiers dead-on, knocking them down or killing them. Sometimes they plinked a tank well or a vehicle. Occassionally a rocket came flying into the side of a vehicle. Other times nothing happened. It was a waiting game, a big waiting game.

The oberstløytnant simply answered "Yes sir" before he walked over to his men and gave the orders. Then he got into a M15A1 Kjapp FPV and drove over to the Layartebian command post to get their latest intel. After getting past the guards, he got up to the Layatebian ground commander, BRIG.GEN. Russel.

"General. Oberstløytnant Hagen, Hærens Jegerkommando. Norwegian special forces. I understand that we will be working together on this area, so with your permission, I would like to know what you men know about the situation here."
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OOC: You can just RP them acting.

The men from Hærens Jegerkommando got the information from the Layartebians and regrouped for a new assault. They had been resupplied with new weapons, equipment and vehicles. Currently, they had some 47 M15A1 Kjapp fast patrol vehicles at their disposal, each crewing three Jegers and equipped with one MG15A1 HMG with 140 15.5x115mm rounds loaded and 700 stowed, one MG3A2 LMG with 200 7.62x51mm rounds loaded and 600 stowed, and a FGM-148C Javelin anti-tank missile launcher with one missile loaded and five stowed. In addition, the M15 could hold the small-arms of the Jegers and up to twenty handgrenades. With a max speed of 110 km/h, it was very quick, very light [1,000 kgs] and the perfect vehicle for the Jegers.

Six M15A1s were leading a reccee patrol, carrying a total of eighteen Jegers armed to the teeth with AG5A1 SOPMODs, M14A3 SOPMODs and a wide variety of other high-power, accurate weapons. They had barely gotten 300 meters away from the base when the enemy started taking potshots at them. The Jegers weren't so happy, but they returned fire with their HMGs / LMGs and took out quite a few enemies.

OOC: Got to go now.

One by one, what remained of the Century made its way down the sewer grate into the tunnel, following the Bolivians in pursuit. It was essentially a running firefight, and while the Romans didn't know where the Bolivians were running to, it did give the Romans a clue in being able to figure out Moya's hiding spot.

Clavius radioed Helveticus and gave him the new intel, indicating that there were Bolivians in the sewer. Helveticus then relayed the message to the Layartebian and Cottish commanders, hoping it would be of some use. The firefight in the city was essentially destroying it, and Helveticus suspected there was something deeper amongst the La Pazian rubble. "It's time to put an end to this madness."

The Layartebian soldiers, aided by their Cottish allies, walked deeper into the twisted metal of the city. Snipers were less prevalent as they were picked off and the satellite scans were completely useless here because of all the fires. Too much rising smoke hindered their visual sensors and the thermal scans were impossible to detect because of the heat of the fires.

They used their vehicles for cover and occassionally the pinging of bullets against the armored hulls made them duck for cover. Almost always, they returned fire with precision, devestation, and without mercy. Insurgents were falling by the dozens as the groups all began to converge on the center of the city.

Helveticus picked up on Clavius' new intel and ordered a Cohort to enter the sewer system to scout for the Bolivian base. With the situation above ground looking bleak, Helveticus was certain that what remained of the Bolivian resistence was below the ground, safe from the rockets and bullets of Rome and their allies.

After a bit of searching, Cornicen P. Aemillius Amus stumbled upon a lead. Upon what appeared to be a dead end, he lost his footing and tumbled forward, lurching himself against the wall. What he observed was that the wall had moved forward, and after a bit of prodding opened a hallway. Amus curiously ventured into it, radioing back to Helveticus as he walked. "I think I found-" Then the transmission got cut.

"Amus! Come in Amus!" Helveticus was distraught at losing his soldier. "Men, we know what we have to do."

After a bit of searching, the Century- now accompanied by Helveticus, who was determined to defeat the Bolivian leader face to face- eventually found Amus' body, bloodied from a bullet wound to a head he probably incurred from a BCA Guard after opening the secret door. "Blow open the wall." Within minutes, the wall where Amus lay was blown open by a rocket, unsettling the BCA soldiers inside.

"Who goes there?" The BCA soldier sternly raised his machine gun at the gathered Romans.
"This is the Roman Army. We suggest you surrender now to spare your lives."

When the soldier didn't respond, Helveticus gave the order to attack. The firefight took a little over an hour to finish, with the Romans being extremely cautious in their advances to reduce casualties. They lost two soldiers while they managed to take out all but one of the BCA soldiers. That soldier pleaded with the Romans to spare his life, which the Romans did. "Do you know where your leader is?" barked Helveticus. "Yes," came the reply. "Take us to him."

The Romans were led through a maze of sewers and eventually caves to Moya's position. For his part, Moya showed no surprise at seeing Helveticus and the Romans face to face, gauding them to come forward and arrest him.

"I see you've found me. You guys are smart ones," said Moya defiantly.
"Leave the chit-chat. Surrender now and you will live," said Helveticus sternly. He was determined to end this war right here, a war that had taken its toll on the Roman psyche with the Potosi Torture Chamber.
"My my, such vitriol. Tell me, what did I ever do to you?"
Helveticus stood silently, his soldiers now pointing their guns at Moya.
"I see." Moya started to pace around the cave, still in his defiant tone. "You want to play games. Well, I can do that too."
Helveticus noticed some of his soldiers raising their weapons so he motioned them to hold their fire. They would need Moya alive to apprehend those responsible for the Potosi Chamber. "Do you not understand that you are surrounded? You are in no position to bargain."
"On the contrary." Moya then perched a smile on his face. "This cave is rigged. In ten minutes, all of you in here will be dead, buried under a barrage of rocks. You see, I expected you, since the soldier you spared was so kind to alert me that he was caught. As for me, I have a Fiat Panda waiting for me, painted up with the Roman insignia so your commanders won't know it's me. Tell me now, who has all the cards?"
Fire came into Helveticus' eyes. "Fire!" He motioned his soldiers forward, who now started to shoot their guns, but were greeted by BCA return fire. Moya did his best to avoid the cavalcade of bullets, but did get managed to be shot in the arm as he escaped. "Move it! He's escaping!" Some of the Romans doubled-back out of the cave in a vain attempt to follow Moya, but it was of no use. Within minutes- as predicted- the cave imploded, killing 95 Roman soldiers including Helveticus and 210 BCA soldiers, leaving four BCA soldiers left inside the Panda including Moya.

"Heh. That will teach them to invade Bolivia." Moya smirked as he clutched his arm, which only now was being attended to by a medic. "How much longer to Visviri (http://map.web.mapquest.com/?e=9&GetMapDataDirect=Gme5diw%2ca%3a9u12%3b%40%24%2e9z%40sgaz2u%40%5f0h%2da0ua72%26f%40l0zta0%40t%26uy15q w%24xqyz00%402n56%2an%26u72u%2c%24xuzr%3a%26%40%24%3a%29uz%26d672u6%24%2egr%40nd672u%40%24%3a9w72%21 0%2a%3agz7n%26%40)?" Moya was driving to Chile in hopes of escaping the Romans, using the Panda as a decoy. However, Rome was not fooled. Just outside nearby General Camancho Moya's truck was stopped at a checkpoint, as the Romans were alerted of it from the survivors of the cave blast. Moya and his three remaining soldiers were apprehended, ending what had now become known as "The Siege of Bolivia".

The mood at the Roman camp was one of celebration but also of loss. The soldiers celebrated a Triumph through the streets of Rio de Janeiro, with two chariots being driven through the town instead of one. Marconis commanded the rear one but the one in front of him was left empty to symbolize Helveticus. The Triumph was as much a celebration of a Roman victory as it was a celebration of Helveticus' legacy, a warrior who died courageously in battle but one who died victoriously.

Meanwhile, in Santiago the situation was deteriorating. The Chileans had not taken a liking to the Romans and thus many secret societies were being formed with the intent of breaking away. Formal recognition of Roman rule had yet to materialize, so Chile saw this as an opportunity to assert its independence. They were divided on whether or not to pursue a relationship with Rome (similar to the one Casara enjoyed) but most were in agreement that they were not interested in becoming a Roman Dominion. They planned to contact the Achaeans (OOC: Achaea=Southern Greece) who faced a similar situation- claimed by Rome but not yet formally annexed- with the intent of starting a brand new war with the Roman Empire. "The Siege of Bolivia may be over," said Hugo Sanchez, one of the leaders of the Chilean independence movement, "but the War For South America has only just begun."