NationStates Jolt Archive

"AAAAARGGG!!"
Another one down. Civilian after civilian fell beneath their guns and then boots. They were invincible, unstoppable and ruthless.
"She's this way!" barked the commander. "Take out the door!"
"Yes sir!" BLAM!
"She's gone sir."
"Well then find her."
The rebellion begins.

To all nations:
A rebellion has flared up. It is a genocide of a very select group of people...
Government workers. All of them are being tageted from recently, our moderator, to patent official fourth class. They wish to conquer the country, and we have no military to fight them with. We plead your assistance.

Sincerely,
Minister of foreign affairs

The nation of Northern Sushi wishes you attempt to solve this with a diplomatic solution. You need to find out what the problems with your nation are and work to fix them.

King Alex the Wise

Northern Sushi:
Diplomatic solution! This is a radicalist party that lost the last election by approximately 98%. Their party stance was to create a military police state, They lost the election, they plan to win a war. No diplomatic proposals we created were considered by the Sea Victorius (the terrorists) despite the many we sent. Also, The pattent office is currently besiged and is about to fall, we beg for help.

Begging,

Foreign Minister of Admiral-Bell

Message sent to Minister of Foriegn Affairs-

The nation of Mesazoic is willing to offer military aid, on the condiction we gain a military base there. So we may watch over this fledgeling nation. If you agree, send a Telegram stateing what you need to Acomplish your mission.

Sincearly, Kaiser Willhiem the 4th.

We will send help, but wish to be able to establish a military base in your nation. This will allow us to protect your nation and its employees.

King Alex the Wise

Hello, we here in the Sci Tech Division of Colorado and Texas offer to send you 500 Elite 911 security/battle bots to help defend your nation. We will aslo send any bio-weapons you may need. Free of cost.

While we hope most uprisings like this can be solved with diplomacy, Admiral-Bell has the full support of Quaon in this matter.

If we weren't currently in a crisis situation, we'd send troops, but now we are unable to.

If you would like to get rid of these citzens in a non-violent way, we will grant them refugee status in Quaon.

DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Ministry of Defense

The Government of Kahanistan is stretched far too thinly to effectively assist you with troops. However, we can send the following equipment by C-5 Galaxies and transport ships, which should bring the following equipment in over a period of five days:

1,200,000 AK-74 assault rifles
30,000 RPG-7 grenade launchers
30 Merkava IV MBT's
2 Arleigh Burke-class destroyers
100 PT boats

We hope this aid package is sufficient to arm whatever forces you have to resist these rebels. I would advise your government to institute a draft.

Signed,
General Marcellus Q. Valens,
Minister of Defense

West Cedarbrook is very dismayed at this rebellion. We offer to your government a loan of 40 A-10 "Warthog" attack aircraft and crew. We will assign them as needed by your Department of Defense.

Louis Steinberg,
President,
Kramden of West Cedarbrook

Quaon is sending several non lethal weapons to your goverment.

From: President-General Steve Brickman, Confederacy of Briantonnia

We offer the aid of fifty of our Internal Security Service Officers to assist in training and development of your own police forces. The ISS specialises in the following:-
1. Interrogation
2. 'Disappearing' troublesome individuals
3. Crowd dispersal and riot 'control'
4. Suppressing sundry internal threats to national security by any means.

The cost of this is nil, as we in Briantonnia view it as a privilege to aid other nations in the quest for peaceful resolutions.

Yours

P-G Brickman

***Actions being monitored by The Republic of Danmarc intelligence***

OOC: Kraven, he's the victim of genocide, and they're sending in forces to resist it.

Quaon:
We accept your gracious offer.

Kahanistan:
We accept your gracious offer, however a draft is not required. This will be used for arming the resistance. Meanwhile the Moderator has been captured, and I am now the leader of this country. I hope with your assistance, she can be saved.

Colorado and Texas:
We accept your gracious offer. We wish for a peaceful solution.

To all others:
We are a nation that dislikes war, killing, cloak and dagger, and quite frankly, occupation. We thank you, but decline the offer.

Thankfuly,

Temp. Moderator of Admiral-bell

Well, this is...Disapointing. I wonder how the oposition would go for my help, and my humble demands.

Very good we wil send the transport plane with 250 Pfc 1st class. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v3...ggames/pfc.jpg
125 Cpl. Units. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v3...ames/unit2.jpg and 100 Sgt. Units. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v3...armor-full.jpg

We will also send in bio-boxs 13 viels of 68-987-HVTV-C, it will erm dis arm your enamys. Have fun. Keep us posted with the results. Thank you.



(if the links do not work go here http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=461245 )

If the nation of Mesazoic is going to support the opposition, so will the nation of Northern Sushi. We offered help, but your nation chose to reject it. With rejection comes consequences.

King Alex the Wise

We will send in bio-Gelfs if needed. We can field a company of them to test in this trrying time of yours. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v396/wardoggames/grell16.jpg

Then it is settled, these ' Terrorist ' Forces shall recieve Whatever they want from our massive arsenal. Plus unlimited access to our massive Air Force. As we speak, two hundred B-2 Spirit Bombers are heading toward the Admiral-Bell power plants and military instalations, to cripple the nation for a land assault.

OOC: Kraven, he's the victim of genocide, and they're sending in forces to resist it.

OOC: Oh right, I didn't realise by his post, he didn't make it that clear.

To:Admeral-Bell officials

Dictator Scharfetter would like to help in any way possible.

Ms. Rangel

Communictions Officer of East Lithuania

Colorado and Texas:
Your attitude shows that you may have something to hide. We still percive you as an ally, but your latest chemical weapons offer must be evaluated. First, is it nonleathal? Second, can it be deployed at close range? Third, are there strings attatched? Also, the robots are expiriencing some strange anommalies. It appears they are taking far to long to proccess orders. Is it possible they are still receiving outside control?'

Thankfuly,

Temp. Moderator


Mesazoic & Northern Sushi:
You will do what?! A simple diplomatic proceeding turns into war? Please reconsider.

Sincerely,

Temp. Moderator of Admiral-Bell


East Lithuania:
The only way to help at this stage is either arms or armed forces. Please respond.

Sincerely,

Temp. Moderator of Admiral-Bell

"Charge!" cried the commander. The ragged group launched themselves towards patent building 17. The nine hour long battle dragged. The patent officers and gun freaks charged toward the insurgent/militant/revolutionary/terrorist hideout.
All was quiet for a second, then gunfire erupted. What happened next was in fates hands.

OOC:double post :headbang:

Admeral-Bell:

We can dispatch a few divisions under the control of General Stanley. If you do not discuss this offer, we will be happy to dicuss any other alternitave assistance to defending your goverment against these radicals.

Ms. Rangel
Communications Officer of East Lithuania

East Lithuania:
Thank you very much. You may send the troops to our capitol of Bellistan. We pray this war can be survived, or even won.

In Your Debt,

Temp. Moderator

Ah kind sirs you wound us, we have nothing to hide. We want just to help out a fellow nation. Now the Bots can be armed with stund rounds, The Bio_G.E.L.Fs can be ordered not to kill, and we can send gases that do not kill but mearly stun. If you want we can send in teams to help disperse the weapons.

Colorado and Texas:
We will accept all of your gracious offers and hope that we can do something in return. Perhaps some of our plentiful uranium supplies can be sent.

Again In Thanks,

Temp. Moderator

We would like that we shall send the 440th Heraldry Transport Squadron. Keep an eye out for their Hercules transport planes. They will be marked as Red Cross Planes and for further safty every other one will be Red Cross. Please send where you want them to land.

Admeral-Bell

Understood. We will also send commanders, since it is understood that your nation does not have any formal military command. If you disagree to this, please let us know. This is trying our best to not only keep our men in the best shape, but also to help save whatever goverment officials we can.

Ms. Rangel

Communications Officer of East Lithuania


___________________________________________________________

The order was sent out around the barrecks around the area. first 4 divisions of Gen. Stanley had been called to prepare for lift to the nation Admeral-Bell. The soldiers were breifed on the situition at hand. They got geared up and were set with there commanders. Col. Johnson and Lt. Hardie now led the divisions on there way. As the helicopters took off along with small air support, they hoped that they could do what they could.

"Are we alone?"
"Yes."
"Then proceed."
"We have found the Moderator."
"Yes?"
"She is being held in uranium mine #12."
"Was it abandoned?"
"Yes."
"Can we free her?"
"After the bureaucracy buildings are retaken."
"That will take?..."
"We don't know. The bots work fine, but the troops are demoralised."
"So?"
"We don't know."
"Very well." said the temporary Moderator "I will rally the troops one last time."
"Thank you sir."

The helicopters arrived near the seemed deserted town of Bellistan. This is where they needed to land. The 22nd airboune was orded to fly back to East Lithuania after they gave air support. The copters then tried to contact the temp. modertir by radio.

"Come in. Any Admeral-Bell officers please come in. This is the East Lithuania helicopters. Where would you like us to land and assemble? Over."

They then waited.

"Sir, the East Lithuanians request landing coordinates." said a seargeant. You could hear how tired he was. "What should I say."
"Send them to the bureaucracy buildings." replied the head of the new defence department. "And send my regards."
"Yes sir."

The ten transport planes took off from Fort Alamo loaded to the gills with top secret equipment. Along with the gear was 200 of the new Force Demonic to provide security. All were dressed the same all were armed with the new M-87 .50 cal assult rifles. http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v396/wardoggames/guard.jpg

The coordinetes were recieved and the helicopters were about to head out, then the stopped.

"Come in. Are there any reports of any hostile activity in that area. We need to know before hand so that if there is, we can be prepared."

The United Socialist States of Somewhere in South America are willing to send 25 AH-64 Apaches, 10 RAH-66 Comanches, 5 AH-1X Cobras, 10 F-35Cs, 10 Blackhawks, 5 Chinooks, and 5 Sea Stallions. With 500 Soldiers equiped with the best in Anti-Armor and Anti-Air missle systems, to aid the provisional government against the terrorist forces.

The Pricipality of Khalhazarus will send what little we can provide against these terrorists. As a burgeoning nation, we do not have much, but we can spare 3 of our generals, 200 G.I.s and 75 of our elite Khalhazaran Guard. The Khalhazaran Guard are specialists at infiltration. Use them well, because as of right now this is almost 1/3 of our military force.

These forces can be paradropped whereever needed.

Submission to all nations:
This report contains nothing but facts. Wea hope that all nations will realize that this is genocide.

Death count:
1,000,000 noncombatant
900,000 government personel
100,000 civilian
100,000 terrorist
75,000 soldiers

Colorado and Texas, Somewhere in S America, Khalhazarus:
We thank you for your help. We request that all of your help be diverted to Uranistan for the assault on the Uranium mines. We hope to free the moderator where she is being held hostage in the mines. If she can be freed the people can be rallied. But the help is needed in the war against Northern Sushi and Mesazoic.
More allies shall join us and I hope we can form a strong future alliance.

"My Good God..." Quin Orbor said outloud, looking at the Admiral-Bell report.

He started a transmission to Admiral-Bell.

To The Grand Nation of Admiral-Bell,
Your war needs to end. Civilians are dying by the millions. To that end, we are dispatching a regiment of Quaon's most elite fighting force, Inferno Corps, to your nation. They will arive in aprox. 4 hours.

Quaon:
We greatly appreciate your assistance. We hope that you can join the charge for our moderator.

Sincerely,

Temp. Moderator of Admiral-Bell

"Dear god..." the president of the USSSSA said as he read the telegraph. He then crumpled into a ball and threw it to the floor.
"Grrr!!! As soon as the new forces arrive from DMI get the 40 F/A-18Es loaded on that carrier and get the carrier and the 2 AEGIS crusiers out there! By god we'll kill every single one of those terrorists!" the president yelled in anger. He then got on his computer and typed an emergency message to the provisional government of Admiral-Bell.

It read:

Dear provisional government of Admiral-Bell,
The USSSSA is sending an Enterprise class carrier with 40 F/A-18E Hornets onboard. We are also sending 2 Ticonderoga class AEGIS cruisers to assist you.
From, The President of the USSSSA

General Nickolas Wayne began smoking a cigar as his regiment of the Inferno Corps arrived on a Admiral-Bell port city. The regiment began to exit their boats as gunfire erupted.

"Holy sh-" one of the General's leutenants yelled as he was pierced with three bullets. The General ducked for cover.

Pulling out his radio, Nickolas shouted "To all allied personel, Inferno Corps is under attack! I repeat, we have been ambushed!"

The General turned around, and barely avoided being hit by three more bullets. This near death experience gave the General a valuble piece of information: the location of the attackers.

Nickolas drew his pistol, for his rifle had been hit by the bullets that nearly killed him, and wasn't working. Using Inferno Corps training, the General compensated for the lack of scope and wind movement, and fired one bullet. He heard a terrorist scream as he died.

"Rebels on the east side of that billboard, along with about 3 on the far East side of the farest north docked ship!" the General yelled to his troops.

The East Lithuanian Apaches landed about 5k away from the bureaucracy buildings. The soldiers filed out and asssmebled for last minute briefing. They then got locked n' loaded and moved out. A patrol was set out .5k ahead of everyone else incase of any enemy ambushes ahead near the buildings. The Apaches radioed in.

"Any Admeral-Bell leaders. This is the East Lithuanians. We have landed and are moving out. Over" The Apaches then did a fly by over the area incase there was anything needed to be taken care of.

A platoon of demonic robots move menacingly towards the rear of the Quaonian troops. They lumbered with regularity nearing the pattern of the heartbeat. That is where they struck their fear. The lead robot hailed the commander of the group.
"Identify Yourself."

"General Nickolas Wayne, Inferno Corps Regiment 12, Quaon."

As the transports turned towrds their new destination one was hit enamy fire. The other nine planes continued to head out as the toxic bio-weapons stored on the downed one scater in the foru winds. THe bio-weapons cantaneers that survive the hit shater as they hit the ground relasing the poisin with in.

The lucky few died right away. The hunndreds of others died slowly, their skin streaching and spliting. With all the bio-weapons including the stun gas combined to make a new deadlier toxin. The scintest and medical personal who rushed to the scen called it Democraticus78.

*secret i.c* One man walked about the compound, every once in awhile it would stoop if now one was watching and using a syringe he would injet air into their i.v. He walks up to the tent where a few witness were quarininead inside a small chuf chuf chuf sound is heard. He then walks out and heads towards the moter pool*

"General Nickolas Wayne, Inferno Corps Regiment 12, Quaon, come with me." said the robot in a monotone. "The battle is this way." it lumbered of in the direction of a group of buildings. "Come with me."

"Sir," called a private first class.
"What," barked the Temp. moderator.
"I have a report from the surgeon general you need to read."
"Route it to my office."
"No sir, you need to read this now."
"Fine."

Minutes Later

"Get me a line to Colorado and Texas!" roared the moderator. "I mean now!"

:sniper: BLOW WHOEVER YOU DONT LIKE OUT OF THE UNIVERSE:mp5:




:D :)

:sniper: BLOW WHOEVER YOU DONT LIKE OUT OF THE UNIVERSE:mp5:




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OOC: please don't spam my thread :rolleyes:

*thae radio crakeles*"Sir the natives want to speak to you"
"This is Genral Stonewall Lee how may we help you?"

"General Nickolas Wayne, Inferno Corps Regiment 12, Quaon, come with me." said the robot in a monotone. "The battle is this way." it lumbered of in the direction of a group of buildings. "Come with me."
"Uh...understood." The General ordered his troops to follow him as they approached the battlefield.

The Temp. Moderator stood beside his communications array straight and stiff. His bloodshot eyes stared straight at the transmitter.
"My surgeon general reports that certain toxins have been found on the battlefield. These are sickening my troops and killing the enemy. Are they yours?"

*krakle* There should have been no killer toxins on any of our planes. We were told that after the fleet took off a lone transport took off also we are trying to find who it was. We are also told that much of our bio-gear we were sending out to be destroyed was stolen. We are sending a transport of nero-healer to fix any trooper of yours who are sick, we will also cover allmedical, funreal and other expensise."

"General, are you telling me you sent rebels to take care of my rebels?" sighed the temp. moderator his tone changing immidiately from his previous anger.

*zzzt*"No sir, erm I would rather talk in person, I am on transport Gamma Queen why dont we meet it would be easier to explain in person"

"General, I am currently at the assembly building, why don't you join me here. We can find out if my earlier suspicions are confirmed.

*the main transport lands as the others head towrds their destination, the Genral along with his security staff head out in their armored Humvee towards the building*

The Assembly building is monstrous. It towers, rivaling the size of the UN building. All of Admiral-Bell's 164.58 billion rings of Administration budget is funnelled into this building.
"My humble home and office," chuckled the Temp. Moderator he then grew serious. "This way please."

The General turned to the robot.

"Can you give me a lowdown on your current situation?"

The gneral nodded then fallowed his men staying close their weapons at port arms asfties on.
The Genral
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v396/wardoggames/gen.jpg

"General Nickolas Wayne, Inferno Corps Regiment 12, Quaon, we are headed to the bureacracy buildings to fight the rebels." said the robot in a monotone. "You have an abnormaly long name. Come with me."

The moderator led them inside.
"This is my office." It was fairly large with moderate furnishings. "My official office is much bigger. But that is the moderator's, if she is still alive." he sighed.
"But general, I believe you have some explaining to do


The moderator

http://www.draytonmalls.com/images/255JABTuxedosTuxedo%20Suit.jpg

*he nods* "aas you know we are having a religiuse revivle in our country, some nations do not like this and we belive it is they who hijaked the plane thus exploding it over your lands. The othe planes have landed and unloaded and as you can see*hands his the load forms* it is all bio-gear, new Elite 911 bots and medical gear."

Picking up a rebel rifle to replace his own damaged one, he nodded. "Yes..sir."

The General ordered his troops to be ready to raid the beucracy buildings, and continued.

"General Nickolas Wayne, Inferno Corps Regiment 12, Quaon, You are my commanding officer. I am to lead you to the front. Please come with me."

Meanwhile

"General, we currently have a 30% infection rate, and a 5% death rate in the troops." said the Temp. Moderator. "This has greatly slowed the attack. We will require your equiptment on the front, there is much to be done."

"Oh. Okay, do you have any combat capabilities, or are you just a guide?"

"General Nickolas Wayne, Inferno Corps Regiment 12, Quaon, I have quite effective combat abilities. They are however classified. You must talk to my commanding officer if you wish for specs." in its usual monotone.

*the genral stands waiting*"here we brought this for you"*he sets his case down presing a button and this apears.
http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v396/wardoggames/pfc.jpg
"it is a modified version answers only to your voice"

"And what do I do with this?" he responded quizicaly.

"this is your new body guard, it can not be bribed and does not sleep or eat, it is also what we will be giving you to protect your cities"

"Um...okay. Will you be able to use your combat capabilities once we enter the battle? Also, how far from the buildings are we?"

"General Nickolas Wayne, Inferno Corps Regiment 12, Quaon, the front is 1 mile north. I will be participating in battle there. We should go now. Any other questions can be answered on the way."

"It follows my orders alone? This I must know." the temp. moderator said.

"it will not fire on us unless we point weapons at you but other then that yes it will. It will fire on anyone else you want it to"

"Okay, I just need to make a few orders," Nickolas said, turning to his squad.

"Two squads per building, do it numerically. All remaining squads are outdoors. Sergeant Williams, I want your snipers set up a half a mile away from the battle. Sergeant Belkin, your anti-tank group should be about a quarter mile away. Segeant Abraham, I want anti-aircraft scattered across the city in case the rebels of helicopters. Dismissed."

He turned back to the robot. "We're ready to go to the buildings."

OOC: My guys are like next to the buerocracy building.... should i rp some fighting?

East Lithuania: Charge!!!

The robot in monotone, "This way please," and marched off.

Meanwhile

"Very good general," the moderator cracked a smile. "We need you on the front as soon as possible. Dismissed."

The Inferno Corps regiment followed the robots.

East Lithuanias divisions reached the building. All seemed quiet, untill a shot rang out and a man fell. The soldiers countered and then all hell broke loose. The building was surrounded by terrorests, and the Easty Lithuanians took cover. They needed to get inside the building. Just then, Lt. Hardie radioed back to the Apaches.

"Continue fire men! As soon as the birds come back, wait for my orders!" For 10 minutes it became a stalmate as both sides returned fire on each other.

*the Genral and his men eye the door hands on waepons not yet drawing them*"is it safe here? Men set a fireing line around this man we must protect him"

"General, what is going on? Are we in danger?" his eyes wide in surprise.

*his men crouch their .50 cal assult rifles ready to fie at the door*"i do not knwo I just have a strange feeling"

The Apaches drove by the building, fireing there volcon cannons at the terrorests on the ledge. As the provided covering fire, half of Lt. Hardies division charges the door and broke it down. They laid fire down and entered trying to get hire up the building. The rest of them stayed covered and laid fire up above and prayed that the soldiers can reach up top.

"I do not believe in such superstition." said the temp. moderator. "Doris, (his secretary) get in here!

*hearing the gun fire the Genrale sent two troopers out to investigate they slowly headed down the hall weapons at the ready*

The large force that entered the building stormed the stairs and took out everyone and everything that stood in there way. They reached one floor and took out the patrol while loosing few men. However, one terrorist was alive. A soldier grabbed him by the hair and lifted him up.

"Alright you scum, where is the leader you captured. Tell us NOW!" He took out his knife and held it to his throught and waited for an answer.


Outside

The Apaches laid heavy fire upon the outside guards. Little by little more men would be sent in to help the first patrol. They hoped they could reach her in time.

Gunfire thought the temp. moderator. There are no guns allowed in the building. Good thing I made an exception for the general.

The temp. moderator, leader of his people, takes cover behind his desk.

*the two troopers slowly edge around the corner weapons ready to fire, they see the huddled temp*"go into the office it is saffer"

Suddenly the Enterprise class carrier and the Ticonderoga class AEGIS cruisers sighted the Admiral-Bellian coastline.
"This is the AEGIS cruiser Excalibur from the United Socialist States of Somewhere in South America, we are requesting attack coordinates, does anyone from the provisional government hear us? Please advise, over," said the captain of the Excalibur to the provisional government.

"Any allies of Admiral-Bell that are currently on the battlefield, respond. This is the AEGIS cruiser Excalibur from the USSSSA, requesting targeting coordinates, over," said the captain of the Excalibur over the radio again.

*zzterg* This is foward base zeta, we are under heavy firer.*

OOC: Are we at the buildings yet?

@ S. America:
There was a pause...
"Excalibur, we are currently engaged in urban warfare." it was some private. "I will route you to forward command, we don't really know where the enemy lines are. Routing you now."
"This is Robert Muck of forward command, you want attack coordinates, we don't know where the lines are." his voice was stiff yet worn. "We can find out, but it will take a few hours. Don't shoot till then."

Meanwhile

The robot lumbered onward till he reached the forward command post. "General Nickolas Wayne, Inferno Corps Regiment 12, Quaon, this is my commander."
A man in an impeccable uniform came striding out of a tent.
"Hello general, it seems you've met Robbie. We could use the troops. I'm not usually dressed like this, this uniform is brand new." all this was said both rapidly and proudly. Just then a truck rolled by.
"Blech." the commander was covered in mud. "Not new anymore, come inside, we have much to do." he said, somewhat deflatedly.

OOC:just got big arms shipment from DMG :sniper: :mp5: :gundge:

"Good to meet you, commander. 'Robbie?' Seems you people still read Issac Asimov. So, what are the battle plans?"

"The plan is basically, attack." the commander said it like he knew it. "We both have the same objective, attack. There is no stratagy involved, just logistics. And yes I like Isaac Asimov. We also have robert, over there, and Auto over there. These bots are the backbone of our force. We'll let you decide what to do with your troops, but I want regular status reports. Dismissed."

*the troopers jog towards the stairwell, thinking they may be able to sneak up on whom ever was shooting*

The other general and his men have left, and Muck got back to work.
"Get me a GPS report of every group and battalion we have. We will find the front."

OOC: wait.... hold on... who am i fighting. it seems that whatever i do seems to make ppl think i'm the terrorest... whats going on? cause it seems i'm about to fight colorodo texas

The temp. moderator pulled a gun out from under his desk. and kept his erm...
defensible position.

*the genral and his other few men went and stood out in the hall setting up a fireing line*"remember we have two men out there keep an eye out dont just fire at anything."

ooc: that is a good question all my people know is that after we went to a meeting the building came under fire

"Somewhere in S America, this is Commander Muck. Transmitting bombardment coordinates now. Please be careful, don't want to hit our guys."

report:

Admiral-Bell troops
123 operational robots
5,000 support
30,000 combatants

Okay, so Sore Throat Spray has some extra... cheese. And some elite battle. . . bacteria. Not as impressive as elephants, I know, but a sneeze can be a powerful thing.

Anyway, I'll fedex the cheese as soon as possible.

"The plan is basically, attack." the commander said it like he knew it. "We both have the same objective, attack. There is no stratagy involved, just logistics. And yes I like Isaac Asimov. We also have robert, over there, and Auto over there. These bots are the backbone of our force. We'll let you decide what to do with your troops, but I want regular status reports. Dismissed."
OOC: Okay, are we at the battle yet?

ooc;yes

Sore Throat Spray:
biological weapons are not needed in this war.

The Inferno Corps soldiers immediatly went into formation, firing a deadly wave of bullets and explosives.