NationStates Jolt Archive

A The Capital city of New Lesbos glittered under the orange light of the sun set. Millions of citizens went on about their daily lives as the city prepared to settle into the night. How ever, an announcement would soon come that could perhaps change.

In the Congressional Assembly Hall, and emergency meeting had been called by President Naomi Roderica, and all two hundred and seventy members hailed the call.

"Ladies, The President of THL"

The Speaker spoke into the microphone, her voice booming all across the multi-layer amphitheatre over looking the podium. Thunderous applause sounded as Roderica stepped onto stage and into position over the microphone. She allowed the applause to go on for a minute more, before raising her hand for them to stop. At this moment, millions of citizens watched from their televisions, and listened from their radios at her announcement.

"Good evening, Congress and citizens of THL."

Roderica began, folding her hands on the small protruding desk below the microphone.

"I have called you all here tonight to discuss a growing evil. One that I, and my cabinet have observed for months. This evil uses it's allies to it's own ends, it invades sovereign nations to enslave their populations, it shows it's under contempt and disregard for human life and thinks it's own population nothing more then it's slaves."

At that moment, no one in the room seemed to breathe as they waited for the next part.

"...This evil, friends, is The Kraven Corporation. We as a nation, and as humans, can no longer sit idly by while Kraven commits these crimes. We must arise as a people to put a stop to them, and liberate the people they have enslaved. From this moment forward, I pledge Economic and Military aid, should they accept, to any enemy of Kraven, especially the ones currently at war with Kraven. Furthermore, depending on their opinions, we can began immediate Military strikes against Kraven's assets. Good evening, and bless THL."

Roderica's speech was followed by even more thunderous applause...

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Dreadfire ran his tongue across his teeth as he skimmed over the press report coming out of THL, a nation he had little to no contact with in the past. He was most interested as his eyes passed over word after word, his hand scratching at the few days worth of beard growth on his face. Never took them for the...violent kind...

He rose from his highback chair and moved across the room to the large illuminated panel on the wall, detailing the progress and movements of his forces currently engaging The Kraven Corporation. Damien had been at sea for a day or two already, his forces moving in to support the armies of Warchief Vidimir Breathstealer that began laying siege to Kraven defenses. He would be arriving at the action very shortly, and soon the large force under his command would thrust into the belly of the Corporation like a shining sword, slicing and tearing the very fabric of their existance.

But the words from President Roderica were most interesting, particularly the passage concerning THL military strikes. He had never seen their military in action, and would certainly welcome a fist of THL soldiers on the battlefield alongside his own Sentinels. But Dreadfire had a much better idea.

His son Azrael had returned home from Kahanistan briefly to attend to matters in southern Automagfreek, but would soon be joining the fight alongside Vidimir and Damien. As the Warlord thought for a moment, he decided to draw up pen and paper and issue and offer to the President.

~From the desk of Lord Damien the Destroyer, Supreme Warlord of the Excessively Armed Empire of Automagfreek~

The flames of War rage and burn once more, Madam President.

As you undoubtedly know, Automagfreek is in the process of sacking and razing The Kraven Corporation into the prehistoric era. We have received messages from more nations then I can count offering military assistance, but to nearly all I have said no.

A Blood Feud will soon be declared against the Kraven heathens, and the armies of AMF will march to victory once more. Though I tend to be...hesitant to allow other nations to share the battlefield with me, I would be most interested in allowing a unit of yours to join me in combat.

I intend on leading my armies from the front personally, so I will be unable to pick up any soldiers of yours if you should accept. However my son Azrael will be setting sail for The Kraven Corporation very shortly, and he would be able to provide transport for your personnel. I can assure you that the AMF Navy is formidible and more than capable of keeping your people safe en route to the Kraven mainland.

Very few nations have been extended this offer, and I am most eager to hear your response.

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---Damien the Destroyer---
-Supreme Warlord of AMF-

Roderica only had to think for half a second before she made up her mind. The Unit in Question would be a highly trained specialist unit of the Royal Marines. After deciding upon this, she wrote a reply:

Lord Dreadfire,

After little consideration, I would like to inform you I accept your offer. My nation has longed to show it's Military prowess, and this gives us the perfect opportunity to observe just how well our units can perform on the field.

I will include the co-ordinates to the most secure dock in my nation in this letter, the location where our forces can rendezvous so yours can transport mine to the front.

((OOC: Just pretend the location follows here.))

Naomi Roderica

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To: Tree Hugging Lesbians
From: Allied Union High Command

The Allied Union of Velkya, which is fighting alongside Automagfreek in the Second Kraven War welcomes THL for it's support of the fight against Kraven. The Posideon Submarine Fleet, which is currently operating in the Kraven theater to aid the AMF armada in destorying the Kraven scum and their defenses, as well as prepare for Velkya's own aerial offensive. We would like to offer the Posideon Submarine Fleet as a Base of Operations for your Marines. Once the Kestrel Carrier Fleet arrives in the vicinity, your BoO will switch to that fleet. We hope to be of any service to your noble nation in it's time of war.

-End Transmission-

Azrael had heard very little of the land of Tree Hugging Lesbians, nor did he care. His mind was soley focused on the trial of fire that lay ahead of him in the days to come, and nothing more. He was slightly irritated that his armada had been diverted from his course to The Kraven Corporation, as the delay would cost him a day or two of valuable time. Though the idea of a land made up entirely of women was appealing to any man, Azrael had no interest in pleasures of the flesh at this time.

His ships radioed word to the mainland as he entered THL territorial waters, the massive towers of his flagship casting a vast shadow over the fleet that followed his lead. Knowing the area was safe and the risk of enemy attack low, he ordered his landing craft and transports that were charged with the task of bringing THL soldiers to the Freek fleet to begin moving out. The bulk of the armada would wait out at sea while the smaller ships moved into port, and Azrael himself was present to greet the THL commanders as they boarded.

After several hours of traveling towards the shore, Azrael's first mate turned towards him and notified him that they were now at port. The Warchief stood and rubbed his eyes tiredly, his jaw tensed to hold back the yawn that he had built up. After a sniffle and a clearing of the throat, Azrael stepped off the landing craft and onto THL soil. He glanced around curiously at the busy scene all around him, trying to single out the nearest officer that he could find.

He advanced towards what appeared to be a commander and introduced himself. Greetings, I am Azrael, Warchief of Automagfreek and son of Lord Damien Dreadfire. My ships stand ready to bring your troops into my battlefleet, and I urge you be swift. As we speak my father engages the Kraven scum, and my assistance is urgently needed. I have designated quarters for your soldiers, and given my men orders to leave your people their space. Come now, there is no time to waste.

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Azrael the Advocate
-Warchief of AMF Forces-

The commander, and the marines simply nodded. Some of the Marines considered it an honor, some considered this mission suicide. But what ever it was, they were dedicated to Kraven's destruction. They began boarding the Super-Dreadnought instantly...