NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is an RP of My Nation's History. Join in if you would like but don't just join as a random faction. Try joining as something like the INLA. It is also a slight alternate history of the world featuring an Irish Revolution.
IC:

Dublin:
"Sir," Sean O'Riley started,"The British are heading our way, they are coming from almost every direction. They are destroying anyting that stands in their way. Reports idicate that they have around half a million men coming from the North alone! We must leave though the south and head to the middle east!" Francis Crowley angrily replied, "And leave our people to suffer under English tyranny? No I will not retreat." "Then w-" Sean started to. He was cut off by his leader saying, "Don't even suggest surrendering Sean. I will not go down without a fight. And if today we are to die, then may we will see Emmet, and all the other revolutionaries that have died for our cause throughout the years."

Downings:
The British were destroying the small town. Feild Commander Matthew Crowley watched as his men were plowed down by enemy fire. He watched as the Celtic Freedom Army's hopes were being crushed. He saw the homes of his friends of long ago being destroyed. "All forces, fall back!" He yelled into his radio, "I repeat, all forces fall back! We'll regroup at the church."

Dublin:
"Terry," Crowley said to his daughter, "I want you and your squad to stay on the roof. Matt should arrive with in the next few days and we need to keep a route open for him." "Yes Sir!" She told her father. She then turned to her squad of twelve other freedom fighters and said, "Youy heard him, get up on that roof and stop the Brits from cloggin' the northern gates."

Downings:
"Damn it!" Matt swore under his breath when he saw how few of his original thousand men had survived. He turned to Andrew McDonald, a Scottish national who hated the Brits nearly as much as the CFA, "How many are left?" "We've got about one hundred and fifty men left," came the reply. "Damn it!" Crowley said this time nearly yelling it, "We'll have to move around the Brits to get to Dublin. Damn it!"

OOC: I need someone to play the British. Also, None of the Crowleys will die and neither will O'Riley or McDonald.

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Brigader General Trevor Barnaby Grinned, the CFA were going to get a pounding
"we have them totally surrounded" one of his men said
"good...prepare to engage" Barnabvy said.

Brigader General Trevor Barnaby Grinned, the IRA were going to get a pounding
"we have them totally surrounded" one of his men said
"good...prepare to engage" Barnabvy said.

OOC: Thanks for joining in. Actually we are not the IRA, we are a splinter group called the CFA. Where are you in Ireland in this post?

Dublin: Rooftop of CFA HQ:
Terry saw the Brits moving in. She knew that the CFA was screwed. This, however, did not stop her from at least trying to do her job. She said into her radio, "All snipers, find a target and open fire. Heavy enemy armour coming from the North. Take 'em down!"

Dublin: CFA HQ situation room:
Crowley heard the sound of RPGs being fired. He heard his daughter on the radio. He heard sniper rifles being fired. They were trapped. He had failed his mission, his men, and his country. He knew it was just a matter of time now. It was likely that he had just a few hours until he among heros like Emmet and Parnell.

Downings:
They were making good time. They were nearly out of the city when McDonald stumbled and fell to the ground. Matt had heard the shot go off. He yelled to his men, "Take cover!"

surrounding dublin, but dojnt worry, none of your characters will die if mine doesnt.

if nobody minds then....
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