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The silent depot in the Kahanistan desert was not built to threaten Kahanistan itself and so had little ability to do so. It had two runways, high ferrocrete walls, towers, but the bulk of it was a system of armored storage facilities, formally meant to attack AKA members.

With Psyker Bearzerkers' public withdrawal from The Consortium, before it crumbled and turned on AMF, they believed themselves to be clear of any accusations of violence against Kahanistan or the reformed AKA. Contrary to idealist beliefs, they were unwelcome guests in a land that was proud and had begun reconstruction.

Their past passivity had not helped, Kahanistani, military units had begun taking out Kraven installations, but this depot of little destructive capability, but housed important matereal and if captured or destroyed it would be a blow to The Psykers.

They had become completely neutral to this war, though passively they had kept a close watch on all events that had stemmed from the AKA Wars.

With Kahanistan Military waiting to get fragged the base, the fact that they had Kraven Tech; guns, armor and basically looked like a CP Trooper in sheep’s clothing was not going to help the situation.

The goal of their initial involvement with The Consortium was to gain Kraven Tech, when it was apparent their help wouldn't be missed it was a perfect time to sever their connection, especially as AMF became more and more involved. Garik Maw massaged his temples, as he repeated the command, to be transmitted on a wide beam frequency to the forward units or the command unit; "To Kahanistan(stop)Contact PB Command for unarmed talks(stop). Now send it before we get high explosive on our head or get a white phosphorus bath. Well Go!

DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Ministry of Defense

We have received your message. Will you dispatch a representative to Najaster to meet, or shall we send a representative to your depot?

We have no intention of attacking your base, as you seemed to show little enthusiasm in defending the godless Kraven barbarians while we were gloriously slaughtering them and their whole garrison.

Our interest is in determning the future of your military presence in Kahanistan.

Signed,
General Abdullah Hassan al-Ghazi,
Deputy Defense Minister

To: Kahanistan General Abdullah Hassan al-Ghazi
From: Marshal Garik Maw

As a foreigner in Your lands, I will go anywhere that is most convenient for you, I have reliable transportation that can take me to were you believe is most appropriate. It's my hope that there can be satisfying compromise on both sides concerning the issue that is at hand.

"I will meet you myself at the depot," said the General, just getting off the phone. He drove out to the depot in a Humvee.

When he got out of the vehicle, he approached the sentry at the depot door. "I am General Abdullah Hassan al-Ghazi, the commander of the Kahanistan military. I am here to speak to Marshal Garik Maw."

A man of medium height and wide shouldered build, with black and blonde hair, walked out of one of the smaller buildings wearing simple fatigues.

"General Abdullah Hassan al-Ghazi? I'm Garik Maw, I run this base, I'm Sorry I couldn't welcome you sooner. If you follow me please, we can go into the mess." Garik, placed his cap on his head as the made he began the medium walk from his Spartan office to the mess hall, were the temperature was the most agreeable.

"After you, General." He looked energized, partially by meditation and the other by adrenaline.

The tall, thickly built Arab man sat down at one of the tables and directly faced Maw.

"First things first. We have no quarrel with your nation, as long as you're no longer aiding Kraven. We merely want to be sure that that weaponry is not going to nations that will harm us. Should you wish to leave, I can arrange for the weapons to be shipped to your nation aboard a Kahanistan ship. If you wish to stay, we'll want to send inspectors to make sure there are no tunnels or other methods of covertly transferring weapons to Kraven."

He sat back, hoping he'd made his point.

OOC:
WHOO! out for the night...

"You've made your point perfectly. And even though we were aligned with Kraven, our goals were not to fight for Kraven or its wars.

"But in all honestly, my leader Cualna Pox, who is actually being prepared to get married, believes that our economy is one of out top priorities. If we were to make some sort of alliance or trade partnership... Well, Caulna would agree that is the best course of actions and you are more then welcome to check our stores yourself, if you would like."

Garik motioned to an aid and a few moments later brought a dossier; filled with the inventory information of the depot.

Fuel:
1,250,000 Barrels
Ordnance:
50,000 Tons High Explosive
25,000 Tons White Phosphorus
Guns:
850,000 Bearzerker Police Guns
125,000 .50 Cal Machine Guns
100,000 .30 Cal Machine Guns
Munitions:
324,000 Tons 7.75mm Bullets
205,000 Tons Rifle Propelled Grenades
200,000 Tons Hand Grenades (variable types)
Vehicles:
215 VTOLs (attached to base)
84 VTOLs (Landed/Docked/Repairing/Taking Off)
112 APCs
100 Attack Choppers
75 Jeeps

Garik moved the folder to the Arab. "Does everything sit well? Is there anything else you would like to discuss, Sir?" He smiled, waiting for the response that would affect this base, his career and a good part of Pysker Bearzerkers.

"If you had no intention of fighting for Kraven, what is the purpose of this arms cache?" asked General al-Ghazi. "Certainly your soldiers were not a neutral party during the conflict."

He leaned back. "With Kraven on its last legs, we doubt you will aid them against AMF. We would like to accept your offer of trade relations."

"I have heard about Caulna Pox seeking a husband. What I have kept hidden is that I am also in the market. Tell me, she doesn't have a problem with fat men who are almost 50 years old, does she?"

"In the beginning when our government was sold by Wayk Specter, he wanted to show every nation that with shiny new bombs and some berserker blood, we would rule the world. But thankfully he is dead and Caulna has kept us on an even path. Originally this depot was a halfway point so we could strike the other AKA members after Kahanistan was supposed to fall.

"Our economy is at its best when we partner with another nation, even Wayk, as stupid as he was, never really intended to support Kraven all the way.

"As for Caulna, I knew her briefly; House Pox was exiled while Dak Flayer was running Psyker Bearzerkers. If she does or doesn't enjoy men of you type is not up to her." A smile crossed his face as he explained the situation. "She will be forced to marry who ever wins the tournament. If you want to throw your hat in you should leave now for PB, it starts in a few days… Haha!" Garik drank a glass of dark red fluid in one gulp and his eyes rolled back slightly and shook his head as if electricity moved up his spine.

The general frowned. "I would never force anyone to marry me... count me out."

He sat up and spoke again. "Tell this to your leader: The Government of Kahanistan has no objection to accepting an alliance and trade relations. It should strengthen your economy and my nation can rebuild. Tell me, does your nation produce MiG-35 fighter-bombers?"

"Nice that you ask. We have the economic capacity, but my country has never put an emphasis on anything but ground forces. As such, we only have a few transport VTOLs that came when we gained PMT from Kraven. We've actually been looking towards Navel and Air Force Tech."

"My people have the technical skill to manufacture these warplanes, and the need for them, but we lack the infrastructure for production... Perhaps we could come to an understanding about... assigning... mechanics to your nation and making the planes there, then paying a commission, say, two billion Universal Standard Dollars per fleet of 100 MiG-35's...," said al-Ghazi thoughtfully.

"Asa!" A tiny young man stepped fowards and leaned foward to listen to a silent command. Then returned to the General.

"As long as we remain passive towards eachother, my nation will stand by that agreement. How much personel do you plan to transport, we should transport them ourselves, security and clearence codes. As soon as they're here we can lift them out.

"My nation is ready to procede if you are..."

"3,000 personnel," said the General. "Engineers, mechanics, technicians, and other essentials. Many are defense contractors, some are military personnel." He gave Garik a dossier containing hundreds of personnel files. "I'm glad to see that these discussions have led to a peaceful resolution."

"A profitable resolution my new friend. As soon as they are ready we can take them to Black Hive or even Iron Den.

"Now are there any other pressing matters that should be resolved now? I understand that you are a busy man might have another appointment. Would you care for a meal maybe?"

Garik knew how to charm the people of Psyker Bearzerkers, he was intelligent and had a personality many people gravitated towards. Of course, the people of Psyker Bearzerkers were not as apt at Xenos relations as many other nations did...

"Certainly," said al-Ghazi. "But my religion does not allow me to eat meat from a pig, or to drink alcohol. Also, I can ask my engineers to produce warships in those facilities as well as aircraft, you mentioned you were looking to build a navy. Perhaps a military alliance would even be workable at some point in the future."

"Haha, we eat more then just pig and blood-spirit, I can have salads, pastas, several kinds of foul and fish. And to drink there is water, fruit juices really anything you like.

"And there is no better alliance then a military one, yan?" Garik hadn't felt this productive since he came to Kahanistan, he felt he had been punnished now he would be rewarded. "My father said 'The future is a minute and ten seconds from now.' If you have the authority we can agree on one verbally and have it written in about an hour, but thats up to you. How big of a ship were you thinking of anyways?"

The general nodded. "Pasta and fruit juice." General al-Ghazi explained about the ships.

"Standard Montana-class, Yamato-class battleships, and Nimitz carriers would be the biggest we'd have the expertise to build, but we're laying down the plans and foundations to build our own Super Dreadnaught on Kahanistan soil, a warship much larger than anything in the Freekish Navy when it's finished."

He continued. "As for your navy, what types of warships do you need?"

The mess officer left immediately, going through two swing doors barking orders like a drill sergeant with a ladle.

"The way my nation has treated the navy? I believe we would take a canoe and slingshots. We have few boats in PB, since we have a large focus on our economy; it is mostly dedicated to trade. With the planes and carriers you wish to build, for now, I believe my country would jump at the chance to build such things."

A corporal came with several pitchers of different juices and a large chilled glass. As he laid everything down, he bowed awkwardly, several times, and bumped into a table on the way out.

"Forgive my men," Garik tried to smile. "They are not use to seeing high ranking representative, having lunch with the Base's Officer."

The general filled his glass with what looked like peach juice. "Can we have this arrangement brought up in writing?"

"Absolutely, I'll have some clerks come here, unless you'd like to finish your meal first?"

The cook stormed up yelling at His chefs. "C’mon boys! Is that what you call a line?! I said line up; we're feeding a general here not foot sloggers!" He marched then next to the General as he presented several different pastas to choose from. "Sir! From my kitchens we have; silk string, sometimes called angel hair, linguini, rotini, an organic vegetable spaghetti and flat noodles.

Sounding like a matre'd he present the food as an artist does a fine creation. "For sauces we have everything from tomato, meat sauce with no pork, pesto and creamy alfredo!" Then the head chef made a bow. Garik wanted to roll his eyes to the back of his head as he breathed deeply.

"A simple linguini with tomato sauce," said the general. "You don't have to honor me this way, I'm not the Messenger of Allah. I'm just here to discuss an arrangement between my nation and yours, and sign a deal," he said to the chef.

The chef recovered from the bow. "You heard the man! Don't stare! Don't goggle! He wants to eat in piece! Next person who disturbs him is getting a pot bath!"

The clerks were in the back of the mess, gathering official papers and documents, proofs of notoriety and the like. The Psykers were in no rush, not just yet...

Garik was sweating heavily, constantly whipping his brow with a clothe.

Spasaming, Garik stiffened, then righting himself. "I'm terribly sorry, General. But Father won't..." Garik pulled his side arm and shot at al-Ghazi. Through Father's complete control of all using Kraven military equipment, those that did not comply immidiatly were subdued and shocked, the curcitry forcing over 100,000 soldiers searched the immidiate area for any Kahanistani, APC rolled out using high magnification and ready to attack the Kahanistans, By command of Father.

Becuase, I must

The General had come prepared for deception, and wore a flak jacket under his uniform. He pulled his TT33 Tokarev pistol and fired, aiming for Garik's arm. He knew better than to go to "unarmed talks" unarmed after Kraven's dirty trick. Without waiting to see if his shot had hit, he kicked Garik's weapon out of his hand and ran out of the room toward his Humvee. General Lavalle needs to know... he's sending soldiers to Kraven who might be using captured Kraven arms.

He pulled his cell phone and dialed Major General Lavalle, who was aboard a ship ready to send troops to Kraven. "Kraven weapons have some kind of shock system! Don't use them in battle! Get the President, we're under attack!"

Garik's arm was bleeding profusely. Reaching into the wound he pulled the round that kept tapping his bone. As he yanked it she yelled in anger.

"Rally all the troops in the area! We are finally called to war!"

Deceit runs deeper then pain

APC's not even a half mile out turned back, hundreds of super VTOLs were being called to the Depot; every single VTOL on the base was being prepared for what would come.

Garik's arm was being bandaged, and shoved the medic away. Yelling after the Kahanistanis. "I hope you get that Telegram I sent you! Read it and you'll know who the real beast is! Check your mail and find out!" Garik had lost almost a pint and a half, a branch of his artery was hit and would needed to be pitched if he were to live. He stumbled more till the medics lifted him off his knees and carried him into the infirmary. "I hope that man live to see the end!" Then Garik passed out.

General al-Ghazi jumped into his Humvee and floored it, speeding toward Najaster at 100 kilometers an hour, kicking up sand that would obscure any pursuer's vision. He knew the desert better than the Psykers did... he hoped. His Humvee's GPS system served him well in the desert where all dunes looked alike to him.

A Kahanistan patrol about twenty kilometers north of Najaster stopped him. He jumped out of the Humvee and joined the patrol. "The Psykers have gone psycho. Marshal Maw spasmed, said something about Father controlling him and pulled his gun on me," he pointed to the hole in his uniform over his flak jacket.

"Luckily, after Kraven's trick, I would never go to unarmed talks unarmed. I winged him and ran for it. Get their leader on the horn, tell her that Kraven arms are dangerous."

"President's probably already drawing up a letter, we've been notified of movements. General Lavalle, I think his name was, had all Republic Guard units put on alert, President probably knows."

He did indeed. Well, some of it.

DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Office of the President

To: Caulna Pox, leader of Psyker Bearzerkers

There are reports that the Kraven arms provided to the troops under Marshal Garik Maw have an unknown shock system, which makes the weapons dangerous to use.

Unconfirmed intelligence states that Bearzerker troops using these weapons attempted to assassinate the Deputy Defense Minister, General Abdullah Hassan al-Ghazi.

I urge that these weapons be fully investigated and determined if they are safe.

Signed,
Mohammed bin Yusuf al-Za'if,
President of Kahanistan

DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Office of the President

To: Caulna Pox, leader of Psyker Bearzerkers

There are reports that the Kraven arms provided to the troops under Marshal Garik Maw have an unknown shock system, which makes the weapons dangerous to use.

Unconfirmed intelligence states that Bearzerker troops using these weapons attempted to assassinate the Deputy Defense Minister, General Abdullah Hassan al-Ghazi.

I urge that these weapons be fully investigated and determined if they are safe.

Signed,
Mohammed bin Yusuf al-Za'if,
President of Kahanistan

Marik did not need this, in a few days the tournament for the rights to marry Caulna would begin and the wedding would follow soon after. She did not need to know about this anyways.

Marik had known, he had always known, the implants to ‘integrate’ the soldiers with their weapons were for Father more then anyone else.

War is coming. He thought to himself. He loved war, before Kraven he would bless blades spikes and ammunition, then he would slay his enemies. A few units were coming into Psyker Bearzerkers for the refitting of their surgical implants, Father saw all the did...

The Bearzerker Police were being cycled, from Psyker Bearzerkers were coming modified soldiers; nearly all 100,000 original invaders of Kahanistan were gone. The large amount of electricity had burnt several vital and non-vital circuits vital to the connection to Father.

The huge amounts of supplies that were stored into the depot were not being distributed to all Bearzerker units. A combat fighter was in mass production, and a navy project was under development. The land forces had been developed so much that the navy and air force was far behind and inefficient to support the Police. History had shown that if there was one weak link, especially in two departments of the military, all the advanced development of one branch would cost more then just PsyOre.

Seven Surgical Kill Squads were being assembled, and in a day or two 70,000 Police would march towards Najaster, supported by artillery and armor. The seven SKSs were completely mechanized; the Psyker Bearzerkers had always favored a Dragoon style army. Many officers, or even scouts, would be mounted on Combat Dragoon Motorbikes. Even while mechanized the Police would keep their formation and in this rank and file formation, a massively huge wall of sand would follow.

(OOC: Amestria agreed to provide Kahanistan with certain materials and aid. I might as well post on it here as this thread seems the most relevent.)

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10094104&postcount=268


Amestrian Military Movements

Several Amestrian Military transport planes arrive at the Najaster International Airport. The air-fleet unloads 10 N2 bombs, 20 EMP bombs, and the strategic deliver systems… One thousand Amestrian combat troops disembark to provide security for the transferred weaponry until they are successfully integrated into the Kahanistan Military (they also provide security for the Amestrian Embassy).

Officials from the Amestrian Ministry of Finance also arrive and ask that facilities be provided for them so that they may adequately manage the allocation of Amestrian aid.

OOC: 1. If I fire an EMP on my own turf, won't it fry the civilian infrastructure that I just got mostly fixed? After the Ottoman EMP bombing a couple months ago, most military and major civilian power plants were hardened, but the EMP might still damage them somewhat?
2. N2's are nukes, right? If so, I might use them against an invading fleet if it's really big, but I'm certainly not going to use them on my own land either.

OOC: 1. The P.B. facility is in the middle of the desert, is it not? In addition, even if you do not use them, they are nice to have in the arsenal.

2. N2's are powerful conventional explosives, each equal to the power of 1000 tons of TNT. Nothing nuclear about them what-so-ever. N2 is short for Non-Nuclear bomb.

The Kahanistan Government provided a relatively vacant wing of their Ministry of Finance headquarters as a facility for the Amestrian Finance Ministry personnel.

Meanwhile, General al-Ghazi issued a statement that no quarter would be shown to PB soldiers, and in the event of a major PB attack, one Psyker city would be gassed for every ten thousand Kahanistan casualties. While the general was known for his extremely aggressive posture (his attitude was widely blamed in Kahanistan for the AMF war) and he was a very controversial figure because of it, many believed his threat to be little more than just that - a threat.

However, the recent introduction of B-52's into the Kahanistan Republic Guard, whose air units had previously consisted almost entirely of MiG's, suggested that bombing would become a larger part of the activities of the Kahanistan Air Force, and General al-Ghazi had been nicknamed "General Gas" while he was the commander of the Imperial Marine XIII Corps, and as Deputy Defense Minister one of his first acts was to authorize VX attacks against AMF...

The officials from the Amestrian Ministry of Finance set up their offices in the spaces provided by the Kahanistan Government. They quickly begin work.

After hearing of General al-Ghazi's latest statement a phone call was placed to the Kahanistan President from the Amestrian Military Headquarters in Central*.

(*Amestria City)

The President's secretary answered the phone. "Mr. President, it's some Amestrian guy who's worried about General al-Ghazi."

The President picked up. "I assure you, we got rid of all of our VX stockpiles after the surrender to AMF. By the time the General can make more, the war will probably be over. Some people say he's nuts (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9912113&postcount=9), but anyone willing to command forces fighting the Freeks has to be at least a little nuts. Besides, sometimes even the threat of mass civilian casualties can bring a weaker enemy like PB to their knees."

"The General may have little regard for the laws of warfare, but he does generally respect Kahanistan law, which has provisions to enforce most of the internationally accepted laws of war. I can't see him going off and gassing thousands or millions of civilians for giggles."

"But, on the other hand, maybe it would be a good thing if Psyker Bearzerkers thought they were dealing with someone as psycho and berserk as they are."

"This is General of the Armies Fredrick Hakuro. I am calling on behalf of many in the Amestrian State. We are not concerned about the possibility of General al-Ghazi losing it; we are concerned over the fact that he has been allowed to make unhelpful public remarks, which give the impression that Kahanistan is a state led by raving maniacs. Why is he still allowed to talk to the press... in fact why is he still in his current position after the cataclysmic AMF invasion?"

The President tried to answer General Hakuro as best he could. "He is allowed to make unhelpful public remarks because we do not muzzle our controversial figures. He is as controversial in Kahanistan as he apparently is in Amestria, and he is neither the first nor the last general to spark controversy. I believe one of your own controversial figures is running for President over there. Besides, I believe you have had your share of controversial generals."

"He is allowed to talk to the press because it is in fact quite common for Kahanistan officers to speak to the media. As for why he is still Deputy Defense Minister, let me ask you: if Amestria had been invaded by Automagfreek, would you have sacked your Deputy Defense Minister just because you lost?"

He entered full-fledged Rant Mode. "Do you sack all of your commanders after they lose a battle? Frankly, I cannot think of a single Kahanistan or Amestrian commander who could have won with the resources available to us at the time."

Hakuro remained calm and quietly listened to the Presidents rant. He was used to dealing with temperamental civilian officials.

"Mr. President, I am not suggesting he be removed because of Kahanistan's losses in the AMF invasion, and do not call it a defeat, your nation survived after all. I am simply conveying our concerns, and whatever you decide is a matter of your own domestic politics and thus will have no effect upon our relationship."

"In Amestria, Military Officials are not permitted to speak to the press without some form of prior authorization or approval from the Central Command. If one of my subordinates had made such statements, I would have him before a review panel within hours and see to an appropriate sanction. By the way, Kasumi Liscel is a politician; she is not currently part of the military."

"General al-Ghazi's military credentials are not in dispute. However, perhaps he should not be in such a public, and entrenched, position as Deputy Defense Minister. His past mistakes at that post are not in doubt, and his present comments even you would agree hardly put Kahanistan, one of the most civilized nations on the planet, in a good light... I am suggesting you reshuffle the good General into a more appropriate and less public post...one that suits his talents better and takes into account his failings."

Secret IC:

A Nimitz carrier, three Arleigh Burke AEGIS destroyers, five Kirov cruisers, and ten Los Angeles-class submarines mobilized for deployment to Psyker Bearzerkers.

Unknown to the majority of the ships' crew members was the fact that the twenty B-52's and forty MiG-35's were carrying dud bombs which would release colored smoke when dropped onto civilian areas, creating the illusion of a chemical weapon attack. It was hoped that such an act would show the Bearzerkers that Kahanistan was not to be fucked with.

After all, for all the people there knew, the next bombing raid could very well contain VX or even Ebola. Kahanistan had no history of using biological weapons, and had only used nuclear and chemical once each as a first strike weapon, both against numerically superior forces and neither against civilian populations, but some were agitating for a more ruthless policy...

The ships began loading troops and supplies...

Kahanistan General,
It is well known your County's infrastructure was nearly decimated, You fear attack on your civilian population and you seek true battle against a clear cut enemy.

Our own civilian population is very much valued as the lifeblood of our own war machine. We are Kraven's ally, not Kraven itself. Considering we could be greatly punished by Kraven with the last statement, we continue in our original message.

Psyker Bearzerkers' Military is a ritualistic one, to protect your civilians, consider a Pitched-Battle. In the middle of one of your low population deserts, your army could meet ours face to face (maybe even in rank and file). This decision is completely up to your government, we seek battle; respond quickly so that no rash decisions are made on either side.

Garik Maw

Rashness is not, reliable

General al-Ghazi wrote from the still-mobilizing fleet. Since he did not trust Marshal Maw after he had pulled a weapon on him and tried to assassinate him, he was skeptical of the Marshal's intentions regarding the safety of Kahanistan's civilians. He ordered the fleet to continue to mobilize and be ready to deploy on command.

In the name of Allah, the Compassionate, the Merciful,

I will meet your forces with 50,000 Imperial Marines in the desert 30 km northeast of Najaster. Any deception will result in your entire nation turning to glass and poisoned wastelands, so be honest about your intentions with me and save your people's lives.

I will face you in pitched battle, with the standard equipment of the Imperial Marines: a Galil rifle, 600 rounds, a backpack containing three days' worth of MRE's, a double-layered canteen, two different types of combat knife, a kilogram of C-4, two smoke grenades, four frag grenades, a flak jacket, NBC gear, mosquito netting, a 9mm Beretta pistol with four 15-round clips, and a helmet.

My troops are not going to march in formation and be slaughtered, we have no rituals in our forces. If you meet me on honorable terms, then your soul will go to Heaven after this battle and you will receive 67 virgins. If, however, you are false, you will be utterly damned to Hell and be skewered from eye socket to bunghole and then placed on a spit so your flesh can be roasted by the searing gale of flatus which issues forth from the haunches of Asmoday.

General Abdullah Hassan al-Ghazi

He brought his old command, XIII Corps, the most brutal and fanatical force in Kahanistan, to the appointed area.

"Perfect." The words were beautiful as they left his lips. Garik Maw had the note read on loud speakers and printed to adorn every door. "Haha, I need no heretic virgins... Just my wife." Garik Maw was a hardened man, selected by the Kraven regime as a Marshal to answer only to Caulna Pox or Marik Severcide themselves. His wife killed during Kraven's Purification of those who would not be loyal. Every enemy death would avenge her wasteful and wrongful death.

"Prepare our forces! 30,000 troops all mechanized 5,000 APC and 5,000 dragoons, including me! 10,000 foot sloggers and 5,000 armor and artillery! Get me a map of Grid Area Sigma, Northeast of Nasty Jar. What the fuck are you standing around for fodder?! Start moving I want electronic and physical maps here! We need to be debriefed in one hour and deployed half an hour after that, move or I'll make you Fodder Rank!"

General al-Ghazi's forces went to the appointed battlefield and set up their defenses, preparing for the Berserkers to attack them. While the general had accurately described the basic outfit of an ordinary Imperial Marine, he had not mentioned the 100 Merkava tanks, or the 400 M-60 machine guns that were emplaced in random areas of the surrounding desert... But for once, General Gas did not have any gas to deploy. He was still a dangerous opponent, feared by even allied forces in some cases...

They set to work furiously digging trenches and heavy gun emplacements, waiting for the Berserkers to attack them in a pitched battle. Several dozen ZSU's were brought in, just in case the Berserkers were going to trick them and bomb them. They were not terribly efficient at ground targets, so they would not give him an unfair advantage if the Berserkers were telling the truth about their air force.

Being mechanized, the Bearzerkers made good time. Miles away from the appointed battlefield, Maw had the vehicles maintained and refueled for the last time before he would make their presence known.

A lieutenant came to Maw's side. "Sir, how much honor do you expect from these 'Sand Warriors'? They favor gas and chemical against non combatants. I realize the Warriors in Psyker Caste often spit on laborers, but is there glory when your gas attacks kill the defenseless?"

"No. In Psyker Bearzerkers that is punishment as martial cowardess, but how many nations do you know share the same values? Why do you think war exists?"

"Will they send a speaker when you ride out to set battle standards? They would shoot you as soon as they see you!"

"If they shoot me attack with no quarter, if the General meets me under a banner of truce we shall set battle standards. I know my place; I even know when I will die."

"Then let me take you place! Caulna is my Mistress but here you are my king!" He fell to his knees and lowered his head to Maw's boots.

"Get up boy!" He was harsh but knew how this trooper thought, he having been young once himself. "You'll die long after me. I will act as War Seer for now; have my voice on a wideband broadcast."

Holding a mic to his mouth he felt the blood spirit and the toxic sleeper wood he inhaled earlier. He had practiced oration in his barracks long ago and he had waited his whole life for this one speech.

"Our god have a destiny for us, our destiny is to take that path and to mold it to our own design! Our Lady Mother Of Wisdom, Nocturna; She see's all that is good and bad and we take her wisdom in life to excel in death! The Rotting Skull King, Nevioxic; he chooses only the best for his undead army that will destroy all life when the peace has infected this world! The Iron Spirit, Ferria; She blesses our blades and bullets and bombs and her resolve with strengthen our skin and bless our iron blood that will burn the enemy! The Fire Tyrant, Pyrex; The youngest and rashest... The most destructive! His cleansing flame will take away the impurities of life!

"Mortality will be gone, and we will be more skulls for the King! Our smoke will rise to our Mother! Our ashes will strengthen the iron of the Spirit. This flame will consume our enemies to! Do not deny that fire burns them; they have skulls that turn to ashes that their smoke will rise!

"Behind the masks we wear, we have faces like theirs. Maybe no burnt!" The whole line of warriors and their engines roared in applause. Then he straddled his Dragoon Motorbike, himself spearheading the march, a pole, tattered and dirty white flag with the burning PB mark.


War is the calm before death

General al-Ghazi and his men were still waiting for Maw's attack. He decided to radio the Berserkers to know when they would attack him. He was growing impatient to send the Kraven followers to the lowest pits of Na'ar, Islamic Hell, to dwell in eternal torture with their master, Shaitan.

He waited for the troops to either attack him or radio him for details of this battle...

Maw sent his messege repeatedly over a wideband radio frequency, if al-Ghazi was searching for any Bearzerker transmisions he would hear it.

"Marshal Garik of House Maw, Family Shiv announces to al-Ghazi of Kahanistan; that he will meet him under a banner of truce to set the standards of battle. Artillery is situated 2 miles away and we have arrived with all forces listed before, no more no less: 30,000 troops all mechanized 5,000 APC and 5,000 dragoons, including myself, 10,000 foot sloggers and 5,000 armor and artillery"

Death comes only too late

The general responded with the following.

"Because of your attempt to assassinate me the last time I attempted to discuss matters with you, I will be bringing a guard of a few Imperial Marines, fully armed. I myself will be in full battle gear as well. By the way, if you are worried about a gas attack, I have no more gas to use. I do not expect you to believe me, just wear your NBC if it's that much of an issue."

He then assembled 400 Imperial Marines as his personal guard. Maw would likely only be expecting a few Imperial Marines, but the two men would appear to have radically differing ideas of what constituted a few guards.

Maw rode to meet al-Ghazi, his own body guard was himself, an officer, his banner bearer, a herald and three squads of troopers all on Dragoon Bikes to make the trip there ad bake faster... Only 19 compared to al-Ghazi's 400.

Maw was riding out to meet al-Ghazi half way.

General al-Ghazi and his guards were wearing full NBC gear and flak jackets over their uniforms. They rode up in AFV's and the general stepped out, his Galil at the ready.

"State the standards you wish us to employ for this battle."

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"Although by orders of Father himself that we are to annihilate you utterly... We are not the manufactured warriors that the Capitol Police are. We are how ever totally devoted in our craft.

"War can be wasteful, as you know well know. We can either make our banners the goal." Garik looked from side to side not seeing al-Ghazi's banner present. “We could bargain the amount of troops we allocate, anything from you versus me or any number of our own troops, or if you are truly intent on our destruction, we could go for total annihilation.

"Know that according to Bearzerker Laws of War that if you win the battle and there is a remainder of our army left then you can impose any commands you wish. Those are our standards of war. But we have been known to compromise." Maw took off his skullish gas mask and smiled bone white teeth, skin pallid and eyes sunken and dark.

The General was in a merciful mood that day, contrary to his posturing.

"Why do we have to fight? What is there to gain from it?" he asked.

"If you destroy the Kraven arms that are controlling you... we can supply you from our surplus of small arms and you can be free of the Kraven yoke. My engineers can be in your arsenal within the day and simply blow it up. We can even finish the job with one of our new tactical nuclear devices."

Al-Ghazi finshed. "I have no need to destroy anything except Kraven. If I can save the lives of these 50,000 Imperial Marines today, I can use them to fight against Kraven tomorrow."

Maw began to disrobe, in a minute he was naked and walking towards the Kahanistani General.

In a low voice Maw attempted to whisper into al-Ghazi-s ear. "Father sees everything, I have no surgical implants, and Father will not hear or see this. I've fight with this every time I fight, because my kill tally is only given to Father.

"Kill me here and under Lieutenant Field Marshal Sorn Maw, my nephew, he will fight against Kraven. Our engineers don't have cybernetic connections and have been striving to duplicate Kraven Tech without Father controlling us. With the rotations we have been doing, we've taken out most of the cybernetics that do so. When you go attack Kraven the Bearzerkers will be ready to finally fight.

"Now choose your weapons now or else I will be forced to kill you." Along with his skull gas mask, sword and machine pistol he readied himself for al-Ghazi's attack.

General al-Ghazi had no reason to kill Garik. Contrary to the vicious exterior he liked to present to the world, striking fear in allies and enemies alike, he was not a cold, ruthless killer.

He nodded to his Imperial Marine guards.

"Take him alive." He adopted a defensive posture, waiting for Garik to attack him or make a run for it. "I don't know exactly what's going on here, but something tells me he's just one piece of the puzzle." If Sorn is willing to fight against Kraven, he should be willing to do so whether or not I kill Garik.

The Imperial Marines moved to capture Garik. They were still in body armor and full NBC.

The general knew that if he killed Garik, the other Berserkers would not hear what Garik had said to him and they would likely attack him, not believing him if he tried to explain.

Garik was twitchy, sweaty; he couldn't understand how a General would give up the chance to take a kill. This obvious culture barrier made Garik lash out.

Into the comm. device in his helmet Garik was barking his last orders, he hoped. "Sorn, take this army to the enemy, and recover my body to turn into ash!" Swinging his arms and wasting his high caliber rounds he made a move to hack into al-Ghazi shoulder, just below his neck. He would not be captured alive or denied glories when this pacifist General would face him will false prospects of an opportunity to spill blood.

Six Imperial Marines grabbed Garik and forced him into the back of a Kahanistan tank, headed for Najaster. A medic tended to General al-Ghazi's wounds. He would not be returning to the battlefield for weeks, if not months. Meanwhile, the other Imperial Marines manned their positions, waiting for the Berserker attack...

The Kahanistan Government hastily wrote to the PB government.

DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Ministry of Foreign Affairs

The Government of Kahanistan wishes to end the hostilities with your government as quickly and bloodlessly as possible. We hear one of your Marshals has been captured, and we are treating him well, as a prisoner of war.

He will be released upon the signing of a peace treaty with the Government of Kahanistan. Our terms are simple: the destruction of all Kraven arms and equipment in your nation's possession, and the withdrawal of all Berserker troops from Kahanistan. In exchange, we will free the Marshal, and restock your forces from our own small arms surplus, M-16's, Galils, AK-47's, and other assault weapons.

Signed,
Margaret Delray,
Minister of Foreign Affairs

Secret IC:
Non-Military High Security Messege to Kahanistan

Your aid is welcomed but unnecessary. We have been refitting our entire military. Only 300,000 PB troops were refitted by Kraven itself, we have cycled out our 'tainted' military gear; we have no fear that Father will control us on the battlefield or off. We require a report on the current situation in Kravonika, including allied forces present and progress. You will have a 50,000strong force under the field command of Sorn Maw attached to your chosen branch and overall strategic command.

Dari Neck-Eater

DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Ministry of Defense
National Intelligence Agency

Perhaps you can explain why Marshal Garik Maw was so eager to fight against our troops, then. We have no desire to wage a conflict on our soil, let alone with your nation. Kahanistan Intelligence has knowledge only that the Freekish strength in Kraven is similar to that which was in Kahanistan during their invasion, roughly 1 million troops and several thousand allied pilots.

If you want to cripple Kraven, attack their birthing facilities so they can't replace killed Capitol Police or Sardaukar. Then go after their weapons stores, they won't have weapons to kill the prisoners of Camp 18, or to fight the Freeks.

To be frank, most in the Kahanistan Government do not trust the Berserkers. General al-Ghazi trusted them and he is now wounded, in a military hospital with about an 80% chance of survival.

As for Kahanistan's involvement in Kraven, that merely consists of some pilots in Velkyan warplanes. We have little intelligence on the situation, perhaps Freekish or Velkyan Intelligence would help you better.

Signed,
Col. Igor V. Kaselev,
Kahanistan Republic Guard Military Intelligence

OOC: Just to let you know Psycher, I still have a Battalion in your Nation, They put in place during your re-arming, and I havn't recalled them Yet, However after this last Betrayal, I will activate the Garrison, Although I don't know you have betrayed me, I just know you have failed in your task. IC post later tonight

ooc: Prepare for my demise... im friggin dizzy, seroquel is niiiiice...
Thanks for reminding me that you have cp in my nation.

Kahanistan,
We assure you the arms we are now manufacturing have no ability to control or shock the user. As a new ally we invite any of your forces and volunteers to come and help rid Psyker Bearzerkers of a whole Battalion of CP. If they destroy our homeland and are able take under control the nation, we will once and for all be used as a resource for your alliances' demise or our Nation. Please excuse our past behavior which was largely due to Kraven Control... Let this be proof for our resolve for sovereignty and a human will to oppose Kraven's power. Please don't let the towers of smoke be the proof that we need your help.

Marik Severcide.

Scars from removed implants were common in the military; nearly a third had been the original stock for Kraven's Psyker Army. Soldier for Soldier was the way this battle might turn, with the equipment being identical in construction, the communication system of the Kraven CP being orchestrated simultaneously by Father. The Kraven Military did lack human creativity and compensated for tactical genius being a bred in trait.

Psyker Bearzerkers was manufacturing its own arms and weapons and munitions, Kraven's supply would be hampered by the defense of its own lands as well as the violent rejection of Kraven supply lines, should father wish to supply the garrison at all.

The Battalion had been mobilised, Already Units were out patrolling the streets when the General Order had arrived.

Instantly Each trooper had been given the Orders.

Exterminate the Bearzerker Population

Troopers Patrolling the Streets, marching In formation below Kraven Banners, Road blocks and Guards stood on top of buildings thier GPMGS held in a position of readiness.

Each trooper immeadiatly began acting out thier orders.

Where ever a trooper stood Gunfire emerged, Cutting down Civilians.

Muzzle flair errupted all over, The Civilians had been caught by surprise as each trooper formed up into standard Extermination units, Groups of five, their GPMGS howling like thunder as Women and Children collapsed to the ground, their lifeblood spilling out across the Floor..

Large Black Armoured APC's began opening fire upon Buildings, the Large caliber rounds tearing through walls and doors.

Large flood lights illuminated the streets as these massive armoured behemoths rolled through the Streets of Bearzerker, their engines roaring with sheer power.

Multiple Black Jackboots stormed across the pavements, chasing down people, Women, Children, old men and women struggling to escape the slaughter...

Where ever a Capitol Police Trooper turned, Death Followed, like a great scythe, the GPMG's of the Capitol Police cut down swaithes of People, Empty Shell casings littered the floor, as the Troopers continued on their Task.

two Troopers entered a house, the occupants cowering from the Gunfire, The Optical Mags of the Capitol police, outlined the thermal image of the two perfectly, Followed was a burst of Gun fire, while one trooper prepared a block of C12...

the Two left the building, then Detonated the C12 from a safe distance, Collapsing the building in one go.

The Heavier Armoured units of the 12th Sturmpanzer Capitol Police Brigade had begun to move out of the Kraven Garrison, the armoured form of the Emperor and two Supporting Leman Russ's began to filter into the City, while at the same time, Elements of the Armoured Company began to spill out into out lying areas of the city, their Assault cannons and Battle cannons were destroying buildings indiscriminatly, The Kraven Warmachine was Going to flatten this city (OOC: Black Hive?)

Rubble lay strewn across streets, blood and bodies were piling up on pavements, while others lay hap-hazardly across both pavement and road, While the senseless Slaughter continued the Battalion continued to mobilise, 600,000 Capitol Police Troopers with only one purpose. The Extermination of Psycher Bearzerkers.

OOC: Yes Black Hive

IC:
The Bearzerkers were ready to respond and quickly set up Tank Buster Squads with armor piercing rockets they searched for APC's and the LR MBTs. 50,000 Troops not attached to Kahanistan were on their way to defend Black Hive.

1,000,000 Troops from the province of The Ash Wastes surrounded Black Hive and formed a perimeter, then stormed into Black Hive; they sought nothing but Kraven Police. With grenades, PEST snipers, rifles, APCs and their own Dragoon Squads they moved inside the city like a flood, hunting the Kraven Police with as much blood born fever as there ever was. With every squad they saw, they threw enough armor piercing rounds to kill them twice.

Immediately they would go over the rubble of destroyed buildings and pounce on the CP. They had 650 Tanks of their own in Black Hive; AA squads changed their targets to the LR Tanks. Their high velocity flak shells penetrated the thick armor with ease, the burning shrapnel turning everything inside to its most basic of elements, tearing up Police and electronics alike.

By now, al-Ghazi's fleet (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10102763&postcount=41) had arrived at PB. But now they had new orders: to switch out the dud bombs with live ammunition, and to attack the Kraven troop movements rather than PB cities.

General al-Ghazi himself had taken a turn for the worse, his wounds had become infected and he was generally unconscious and being given large doses of antibiotics.

A second fleet was mobilized, this carrier battle group carrying, in addition to three destroyers, five cruisers, and ten submarines, a Yamato-class battleship and enough landing craft to deploy 50,000 Imperial Marines, the dreaded XIII Corps. They would arrive at PB within the next three days.

Meanwhile, the Kahanistan Minister of Foreign Affairs condemned the invasion.

DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Ministry of Foreign Affairs

The Government of Kahanistan condemns this latest attempt to enslave the people of Psyker Bearzerkers as war drones in their latest blatant act of imperialistic genocidal aggression.

As I write this, a fleet of Kahanistan troops are moving to liberate Psyker Bearzerkers from the murderous Kraven filth. The acts of the Kraven Corporation prove that those who fight alongside them are, as Xirniumite leaders put it, "Kraven slave-allies." Well, PB will not be a Kraven slave-ally any longer. They are under attack from Kraven merely because they sought peace with Kahanistan. We must show that we do not turn our backs on those who sincerely desire peace with us.

Furthermore, the Ministry of Defense has ordered that Marshal Garik Maw be released from the prison cell we have held him in. His people need him, and the PB troops still here need him. They will be sent aboard the next fleet we are to deploy, along with Kahanistan troops.

Signed,
Margaret Delray,
Minister of Foreign Affairs

Garik met up his nephew Sorn, the prison cell had helped him regain his sanity and they began to talk over the current situation.

"Kraven has a whole battalion of Kraven Police are killing everyone they see, bombing every building. They don't want us as slaves anymore; they just want to execute every one of us till we are extinct."

"Have you talked to the Kahinistani in charge? I know that the other 50,000 are on tier way but are they letting you go back?"

"Haven't really asked, I wanted to see you first, wanted to know you were okay."

"You are too sentimental boy, haha. I'm one man, not the nation."

"You were my father, but now your back and I can go to war by your side, Garik Pyrum Maw, brother of Shance Pyrum Maw, father of Sorn Carn Maw."

Looking at the horizon the sky was burning, they walked in military fashion to meet the nearest Kahanistan officer.

They met one Kahanistan naval officer, a tall woman, about 40 years old, with captain's rank insignia.

"Sirs... how may I help you?" she asked.

Both making the more sacred and humble 'three-clawed' salute to the woman, they stood at attention.

"We request our orders Ma'am, further more we would like to inquire wether we would be sent to Psyker Bearzerkers or not?"

They were very hopeful, but they kept their anxious nature hidden, battle for tier mistress and the cradle of Bearzerkerdom would be the sweetest blood spilt, even if it was a Kraven enemy.

"You will be sent back to Psyker Bearzerkers with the next fleet, it should leave in about a day and it will take three days to get there," said the captain. "The fleet will be carrying Kahanistan troops as well as whatever PB troops are still here. They will be sent to fight against Kraven."

"By the way, I'll be going with you. Captain Alexandra Federova, Kahanistan Republic Navy."

"Yes Captain. Any of our troops that cannot be accommodated will be using the remaining VTOLs at Thorn, that’s the depot, as soldiers we ask that you ask anything you need of us." They saluted again.

Sorn smiled at the name, although not a complete match, Fray and Nova were houses of Psyker Bearzerkers, Nova in fact being the sith house of the Navy.

bump-mnow

The next day, another fleet sailed for PB. The second fleet was still two days away, but this fleet would contain PB troops as well as Kahanistan troops.

Meanwhile, the first fleet that had arrived was doing air intel, seeking out Kraven VTOL's to shoot down, while the bombers in the area attacked CP positions. They were supported by AA fire and naval barrages as long as they stayed within range of the Kirovs and AEGISes.

Over the next three days, more than 100,000 Kahanistan troops and tens of thousands of Berserkers would arrive at PB to send the Kraven filth to their maker Shaitan.

All Psyker Bearzerkers who were; unarmed, too old or young or simply not ready to meet the Rotting Skull went into the mines and abandoned factory sectors. Some were even rumored to go to the recycler, but this was mearly a rumor, a deadly sick and predator filled swamp was highly unlikely.

With high heat cutters and many skilled miners guiding the way they made their own uncharted tunnel systems in no time.

*****

At the same time the Ash Waste Bearzerkers continued their choking attack on the Kravens. Dragoons spear heading attacks on Capitol Police, crashing their half ton motor bike into the squads, death on impact, followed by APC sweeping gun fire. Systematically squads would pour out of APCs or came from behind them, with their assault rifles spitting rounds out as fast as they could find targets.

OOC: Attacking a facility or a city with a Green Sun official or Royal in the city is present is considered an act of war on Green Sun. Yassir and Earnest's presence in Bersekers is public knowledge, and therefore Green Sun has grounds to declare war on the Kraven Corporation. Green Sun also sees this as an attack on Theao, as they have a noble in the same area, who is also a Green Sun royal.
IC:
Declaration of war on the Kraven Corporation-
Under the authority of Emperor Jordan Equanant-
Green Sun is issuing a declaration of war on the Kraven Corporation for assaulting a building containing three Green Sun royals during an event of diplomatic relations with a foreign nation. Green Sun government property is also endangered by Kraven's assault, as well as ten Green Sun military personell. Green Sun is issuing a warning to the Kraven Corporation to retreat from Psyker Berzerkers or Green Sun will respond in full military action against them. The use of chemical, biological, or nuclear materials against Green Sun or any of its allies willbe considered a Human Rights violation and be treated as such.
-Emperor Jordan's Minister of War, Jans Phylin

The Psyker Bearzerker Media was transferred from the Tournament to broadcast the carnage that the Kraven Capitol Police had sown in the civilian quarter of Black Hive.


The news anchor, a man of medium height, was pointing from a distance as he rushed into the destroyed regions of the city. Civilians running past him:"Building are crumbling and people in the grips of death cry from under ruble, wasting oxygen and crying themselves to death! Burn victims are running past me, through the streets, children who’s heads are charred, hairless and bleeding cry on the bodies of loved ones. There are those who will not leave the bodies of loved ones, even though Kraven's Capitol Police plan to shoot them summarily in the head. There are some now if we get low we may see them in action!"

Capitol Police were marching in their parade rank and file till there found more Psyker Bearzerker citizens to punish; Shooting, killing, moving one to repeat the process of extermination.

They met less and less civilians and more and more of the Psyker military forces who were surrounding them as they moved and choked them closer to Center Core.

Three Battalions of Green Sun troops are en route to Psyker Bearzerkers to fight the Kraven Corporation and protect government officials there, in addition to the combat ships and the navy aircraft being sent to back them up and make strikes again the Kraven Corporation. One Battalion or armor is also being deployed.

UziCorp is alo deploying elite hackers to begin stealing funds and cause chaos in the Kraven Corporation.

SIC:
Green Sun seeks to fight fire with fire by protecting the people of Psyker Bearzerkers while pushing out the Kraven Corporation. Little is known about the positions of their forces and Green Sun does not have a widely publicized map of Psyker Bearzerkers to distribute to its Generals.

OOC: Meaning I need one with your cities and possibly the city in qhich the Hive is in so that I can plan my strategy.

Aboard the two fleets heading for PB, the Kahanistan soldiers and officers sat in the ships' lounge watching TV and smoking pot.

"Hey, man, did you see that?" asked one officer. "The Kraven and PB troopers are shooting each other."

"Yeah, man, cool. So what are we doing?" asked another.

"PB's our ally now. Peace, dude. So we're going to help them kill the Kraven soldiers."

"How long before we get there, anyway?"

One very high marine grabbed a huge bullhorn and shouted, "CAPTAIN!!! How long before we land?"

The First Officer, whose ear was right next to the bullhorn, smacked the stoner, knocking him out cold. He then went to the Captain.

"How long before we arrive?"

"ETA: 41 hours."

"Can we shave any time off of this? I can't stand those damn stoners, and neither can my eardrum. Plus, I heard on TV that the PB civilians are being massacred."

"Well... if we wanted to redline our engines... we could cut it to 33 hours."

The first officer nodded. The ships would arrive in 33 hours for the second deployed fleet, and 53 for the last one, which was carrying PB troops.

OOC: Rough, rough rough rough Black Hive sketch.http://darkling25.tripod.com/imagelib/sitebuilder/misc/show_image.html?linkedwidth=560&linkpath=http://darkling25.tripod.com/sitebuildercontent/sitebuilderpictures/bh.jpg&target=tlx_new

33 hours later

The first contingents of Kahanistan ground troops landed on the shores of PB, the fleet carrying PB troops about 20 hours behind. What they saw brought back memories of the invasion of Xirnium and the Freekish invasion of Kahanistan.

Corpses of PB citizens and soldiers and dead CP and Sardaukar troopers lay all over the countryside. The marines radioed Command for satellite intel on where the nearest concentrations of Kraven troops were located, then proceeded to move out toward the cities. The battalion commanders radioed the other fleet as to their destinations.

Finally hooking up with Kahanistan's forces, PEST teams’ enlighten them on the situation: The military and industrial sectors were for now largely untouched as Kraven had focused primarily on the residential areas. They would focus on Center Core, because that was the last place Caulna Pox was sighted in public, though she was being forced to command her armies from an 'underground' position. And 705,000 PB Troops were inside Black Hive fighting Kraven Forces directly while a perimeter/reserve force of 15,000 armor and 230,000 troops stood waiting for orders.

(SIC except to PB and Kaha)
Another Battalion of Tanks is now being sent with the incoming Fleet. Two Aircraft carriers are en route already, ready to fire on the Kraven navy. The Forge Force team trapped in the airport is holding the airport to allow for Green Sun helicopters to land and for Earnest Equanant and other officials to escape.

Green Sun is offering to evacuate any and all Psyker Bearzerker officials and other foreign officials to the nearest allied airport where they will be put under the best security we can offer. They will be accompanied by a team of Forge Force Special Ops.

Green Sun advises its allied to use its armor to cut off the roadways outside the city to prevent easy movement of any forces and to blockade the city. Green Sun will deploy military personell directly into the city.

waiting for kraven response...

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