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Undisclosed Location, Fort Nassei, Whyatica
The four Ministers of the Sultanate sat around a stereotypically small table, and while drinking their morning coffee, discussed how to remove their Sultan from office.

They know that the majority of the population was unhappy with him, indeed, the military was increasingly displeased with the Sultan.
Sultan Al-Na'ib Whyatica had, among other things, completely trashed the nation's budgets.

He had raided the healthcare and education budgets to build a Super-Dreadnaught that he called "his luxury liner". He had ignored the monetary requests for new roads in the capital, and as such, fewer and fewer people were taking to the streets.

The Ministers were angry at the Sultan for completely ignoring their advice time and time again, indeed, the Sultan had gutted the former Space Command head when he was given a negative report.

There were currently four plots running around the table, one from each of the Ministers.
The Minister Aziz Afnan's plan was to arrest the Sultan when he was leaving his office, but that would require getting his Elite Jihadi bodyguards to go along with the plot.
The Minister Abdul Al-Malakk's plan was to allow him to board his "luxury liner" and sink it, but that would cost thousands of sailor's lives, and possibly fail. After all, no matter how many corners the Sultan may have cut, it was a Super-Dreadnaught.
The Minister Mohammad Varhoch's plan was to simply shoot the Sultan with a sniper. However, if the sniper was caught, it would lead back to the Ministry fairly easily, and this would create a massive power void which would

And the last Minister, Ali Anvari, was undecided whether he wanted to get rid of the Sultan or not. The Sultan favored Minister Anvari, and he did not want to possibly lose any of his privileges if the Sultan was overthrown.

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In the end, Minister Aziz Afnan won the day. They would attempt to secretly turn the Sultan's bodyguards against him, and allow the Ministry to arrest the Sultan and force him out from power.

Whether it would actually work out like that, nobody was sure yet..


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Capitol Building, Whyatica, Sultanate of Whyatica
The Minister Aziz Afnan left the Capitol building at 5:30 PM like normal, every day. Tonight, though, would be different. In his briefcase he had videos taken of the Sultan killing underlings, of budget statements that showed the Sultan's mismanagement, newspaper articles printed bashing the Sultan, and the next day, a retraction issued.

He was going to the small villages in between Whyatica City and Fort Nassei to spread the propaganda, for if he tried it in the cities he would be killed by the Sultan's guards when spotted. He got into his personal car, and he told the driver "Village of Tehran..Make haste, and make sure nobody is behind us."

Tehran was a very small village..It had decreased in importance after the Sultan's takeover, for it was the capital city prior to the Sultan. The Sultan didn't want people to remember how it was before his reign, and Tehran decreased in importance until it became a town of less than 2,500 residents.

An hour later..
The Minister's car parked on a slow street in Tehran..A crowd was beginning to form, as none of the Sultan's Ministers ever visited any of the villages..They were awed.

He stood on top of his car and said "Listen, villagers! The Sultan has been wronging you. He has destroyed your former glory in Tehran and used it to build his personal empire!" The Minister passed around the newspaper clippings, and his driver pulled a video screen from the trunk of his car.

Aziz put the video of the Sultan killing underlings in there, and the men grimaced in disgust at this sight of cruelty, and the women turned around and prevented their kids from watching.

"This is your leader, people!"

The villagers screamed obscenities at the Sultan, as they were not happy with him in the first place, now they were angry to have him as a leader.

"All I ask is that you spread these words, these tapes, and these ideas to other villages out here. With your help, we can overthrow the evil Sultan and become a Republic, like in the old days.."

The villagers chanted "Down With The Sultan", in their old tongue of Farsi. The Sultan had outlawed Farsi, as it reminded people of the days before the Sultan.

The Minister, as quickly as he had come, left. He had to remain unseen on the way back to his house in the capital city, for if the Sultan saw him entering and leaving Tehran, it would mean death for the Minister and his ideals..

The Government of the United Sovereign Nations of Southeast Asia had heard about the Sultanate of Whyatica. To the public, they had no opinion. But deep inside, they disliked the Sultan, judging from his public statements, they had come to the conclusion that he only cared for his interests, which were usually at the expense of the average Whyatican person. If the Sultan maintained his policies, there would be another enactment of 'People's Power' like in the history of the Phillipines, or one of his government officials would assassinate him after the Sultan made enemies out of them.

Aiding the Whyatican people or the government officials plotting for his downfall? thought Paul Nettleton, the USNSEA Defense Minister, thinking about his fellow cabinet members' opinions on the Sultan. Nettleton was the only Eurasian in the founding cabinet, and like all cabinet members, had similar degrees of influence from the West.

He let the question drone in his mind. Then it was decided: Tommorow he would raise it up to the other ministers and discuss plans for assisting in the Sultan's overthrow. With that, and he went to prepare for sleep. Today he was lucky: like most politicians, sleep was normally two to three hours of rest. This time, he had ten. And a well deserved one: various arms contracts had been filled out, and various meetings with Neo and the generals often wore him out.

Office of the Ministry, Whyatica, Sultanate of Whyatica

"Gentlemen, so far our plans have been a resounding success as of yet..The outer villages are so enflamed at the Sultan that they would take up arms against him, but that is not enough. We need the regulars of the military to join the peasantry. As such, I've dug up these.." Minister Aziz Afnan pulled some papers out of his briefcase..

They showed reports of the Sultan committing the most heinous warcrimes possible when he was a regular in the Old Army. Raping the women of captured towns, intentionally targetting civilians during raids, and worse. When he was the head of the Al-Taziz prison, he personally ordered the execution of over 500 prisoners of war.

"Our job now is to convince the four Division Generals of the Sultan's misdeeds..However, there is a huge danger. About 5,000 of the Naval sailors are fanatically loyal to the Sultan, and will remain so to their death. The Sultan has gone out of his way to make sure these sailors are put on his personal Super-Dreadnaught. There is every danger that the Sultan will retreat to his 'luxury liner' and avoid us..If we attack it, it will cost dozens of ships. No matter how many corners the Sultan cut in it's construction, it is still a Super-Dreadnaught and superior to everything we have."


"Why don't we just shoot him after he leaves his office?" Minister Mohammad Varhoch asked.

"It would create a power void, plus it would look incredibly suspicious if one of us tried to take power after the death of the Sultan. Many people would aim for the Sultanate, and we frankly do not have the power to deal with that."

Minister Ali Anvari showed a budgetary statement of that month to the group. It showed that the Sultan had been diving into the healthcare and education budget again..

"What is he doing with this? He's taken out 5 billion so far and I think he's aiming for more.." Minister Anvari asked the group.

Minister Abdul Al-Malakk answered, "The Sultan is now trying to build his own personal tomb. He's going insane..He told me recently that if I defied him, Allah would strike me down where I stood. He threatened to gut me on the spot if I ever told him a negative report again. All I told him is that a nation was having a political rebellion of sorts, and he exploded.."

"We must remove him as soon as possible."


In the outer villages of Whyatica, the peasantry began taking up arms..Trashing statues and pictures of the Sultan in the streets, protesting against him whenever he appeared on television, and inciting rebellion in the outer villages, and these seeds of rebellion began to spread to the Capital..

In the Sultan's Office

"Sultan, there are peasants rebelling in the Outer Villages..What should we do about it?" a Police Commissioner asked of the Sultan

"The peasants are not rebelling against me, Commissioner..They love me." The Sultan calmly responded.

"But, your grace, they have torn down photos of you. They broke the statue of you in Tehran. They are burning you in effigy. Are you sure we should not react?"

"Do nothing, Commissioner..They are surely not rebelling against me. I am the embodiment of Allah on Earth. They cannot be rebelling against me, for I am Divine."

"If you insist, Sultan, but I strongly disagree."

"Are you saying that I am wrong? Are you? For I cannot be wrong.." The Sultan drew his family scimitar, a wicked looking sword with jewels encrusted, and the family symbol engraved in the center of the hilt.

"Yes I am, Sultan." The Commissioner pulled out his combat sword and charged at the Sultan.

The Sultan parried the blow, and whispered, "Allah will not allow me to lose this combat, Commissioner." He struck, and the Commissioner leaped to the side.

"We shall be gone with your reign sooner or later, Sultan..If I do not strike you down here, someone else will.." He struck again at the Sultan, who merely parried the blow and pressed the attack.

The swordfighting continued for half an hour, and finally ended when the Sultan caught the Commissioner with a kick to the side and then a bone-splitting stab through his stomach that actually embedded him into the wall.

The Sultan left the body on the wall as a message to those who would defy him.

Neo was writing up another letter to his nation's UN ambassador when there was a repeat of 'thump' sounds on his oak door. Curious to see who it was, he pressed a small button leading to the door speaker.

"Prime Minister Neo speaking, may I please know who is this?"

"Minister Leong." Neo perked up and smiled, as Leong was an old friend from his childhood days, and requested him entering.

"Good to see you, Henley," he warmly greeted, "I assume this is good news in the world?"

"No, it is something regarding government reform in an Arabian state. It's something serious."

Neo decided to get formal, knowing that Leong normally was casual but respectable about good news in the internationally community.

"Let me take a guess - pro-democracy rebels trying to overthrow another crackpot dictator, Minister Leong?"

"Indeed. Minister Nettleton told me about this before he went off to the Commonwealth of Saint Fedski to assist in their government structure and modernizing their armed forces. The turmoiled country is called Whyatica, and it's Sultan is serving himself and not the people."

"I don't know." the Prime Minister responded. "Our soldiers are tied up in the War of Allegiance....I shall consider it."

"Do you want me to let you think about it for two days?"

"Indeed."

With that, Leong left the Office of the Prime Ministry.

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Office of the Ministry
Minister Ali Anvari was extremely nervous about his fellow Minister's planning.
Sultan Al-Na'ib Whyatica favored him, and that sent him sky-high in the social ladder. He did not want the Sultan to be killed or otherwise sent out of office, and he disagreed with the other Ministers violently on this subject. Because of this, none of the other conspirators trusted this Minister, and they no longer let him in on any plans for fear that he'd tell the Sultan everything.

"Anvari has to be eliminated before he can blow the lid off this thing.."

"I disagree, the casualties must be kept to a minimum. If Anvari dies, but none of the rest of us do, it would look incredibly suspicious. Who would want to kill the Minister of Finance?"

"Well, we have to shut him up somehow..."

"Kill him. Afnan has some Special Forces snipers who are loyal to him.."

"Yeah, I do..They're trained to kill their target then kill themselves so they are not discovered."

"Do it."

Outside the Office of the Ministry, 6:30 PM

A sniper took up a post in an apartment across from the Office of the Ministry. His orders were extremely simple; he was to kill Minister Anvari, one of his guards, and two random civilians, then swallow cyanide pills.

He waited for Minister Anvari to walk out the front door, with his guards on either side of him.

Like shooting fish in a barrel... the man thought as he saw Anvari leave the office.

He put Anvari's face in the crosshairs, made sure he was stable, and waited five seconds.

Ali Anvari never heard the gunshot, nor could he have seen the bullet that tore through his face at 3,000 feet per second.

The guards immediately took cover behind a car, but the sniper could still see them through the window. He aimed again, and fired at the guard on the left. The guard on the right crawled underneath the car for protection, and radioed for backup. He couldn't see the sniper, but he wanted to cast a wide net to find the man who killed the Minister.

Have to end this soon.. the sniper thought. He loaded a tracer round into his rifle, aimed at the gas tank of the car the guard was hiding underneath, and fired.

The car blew up in a majestic fireball, engulfing several other cars, including Minister Aziz Afnan's brand new sports car.

The sniper put his gun down, opened the bag of cyanide, and dumped the contents into his mouth.

As his world turned black, he wondered if he really did the right thing...

Neo had decided what to do after two days. Then he got on his computer and started typing a message:

ENCRYPTED TRANSMISSION

TO: Whyatica Ministry of Foreign Affairs
FROM: Yao Yang Nelson Neo, Prime Minister of the United Sovereign Nations of Southeast Asia
RE: Overthrowal

I have personally decided to allow your nation's delegation to a secret conference in our capitol. There we can discuss plans to overthrow your leader and turn your nation into a republic.

END ENCRYPTED TRANSMISSION

Neo had decided what to do after two days. Then he got on his computer and started typing a message:

ENCRYPTED TRANSMISSION

TO: Whyatica Ministry of Foreign Affairs
FROM: Yao Yang Nelson Neo, Prime Minister of the United Sovereign Nations of Southeast Asia
RE: Overthrowal

I have personally decided to allow your nation's delegation to a secret conference in our capitol. There we can discuss plans to overthrow your leader and turn your nation into a republic.

END ENCRYPTED TRANSMISSION

Encrypted Transmission of the Sultanate
To: Yao Yang Nelson Neo, Prime Minister of the USNSEA
From: Minister Abdul Al-Malakk
Re: Overthrowal

I thank you for your decision, and agree. I myself will be going to your nation to discuss this matter. I cannot stress the need for secrecy, as if the Sultan gets wind of this, it could mean the deaths of everyone remaining in the Ministry. I shall arrive at an airport of your choosing in about twelve hours.

Minister Abdul Al-Malakk,
Minister of Foreign Affairs
Sultanate of Whyatica

End Encrypted Transmission

ENCRYPTED TRANSMISSION
TO: Minister Abdul Al-Malakk
FROM: Yao Yang Nelson Neo, Prime Minister of the USNSEA
RE: Meeting

Singapore is the capitol of the Union, at the Changi International Airport. Of course, in a private jet. While the cabinet does not agree with the concept of hired soldiers, we will be contacting the Dominion of DMG to request their mercenary legions and do what we can.

END ENCRYPTED TRANSMISSION

Rulerz Utopia Office

Lindsay Nera, shook. News had just come in. Rulerz Utopia's presses had gone crazy and seemed to make up even more wilder stories to publish. The Whyatican Minister Ali Anvari had been shot by a sniper. And there was a little rumour of people who wanted to overthrow the Sultan, but that might have just been the press's overactive imagination.

Alie Opaleyes was the only person she knew who could stop someone in their tracks by just looking at them. She was also the leader of Rulerz Utopia. Alie Opaleyes was on vacation. She was always on vacations. That's the only reason why she ran her own dictatorship. Today, she was at the beach. Her own private beach. Small, yet fulfilled her needs of a tan.


Rulerz Utopia: Alie Opaleyes' Private Beach

She was sipping her lemonaide, sitting on a soft blue blanket. Her 15 guards had been pushed about 500 feet away from her in every direction so as to not disturb her.

Her secretary came up to her tentatively.

"What?" Alie snapped impatiently.

Her secretary winced. "I have disturbing news." she squeaked.

"What's so disturbing that you have to disturb my vacation?" she asked menacingly. Alie had just started getting comfortable.

Lindsay swallowed. "The-th-the Whyatican Minister Ali Anvari has been murdered in public." she said.

"And this should interest me why?" Alie relaxed. Lindsay swallowed again.

"This is...the Sultan's most favored Ministers." she said.

"And the other places business is none of mine." Alie replied evenly.

"But-"

"Okay, what do you plan for me to do?!" Alie asked in an impatient voice.

"Send your services to the Sultan to see what is happening?" the secretary said in a meek voice.

Alie laughed. "Ah, why put myself in such a stupid situation?" she said in a haughty voice.

"Then how?" asked her secretary tentatively.

Alie laughed again. "Well, it's not my idea to get involved," she glared at Lindsay, "but since I give the press such beautiful freedom, might as well ask one of them to give me an interview." she said.

"Why?"

"Because I can get one." she shot at Lindsay. "Don't talk back. Besides, this looks like it can get stirred up a bit...if I'm lucky, I can make all of Whyatica mad at the Sultan...then..when he's overthrown, they'll have to get a new ruler. Someone not as..." thought. "Powerful." Quietly, Alie Opaleyes mused.

"What will that do?" Lindsay asked expectantly.

"Bring absolute chaos." Alie's eyes shined with mischief.

Lindsay nodded. There was no use in trying to say that might not work, but Alie was somewhat of a genius, and this was her country. Let her run it. Lindsay walked twenty steps away and pulled out her cellphone.

"Hello? The leader of Rulerz Utopia wants an interview...Yes, send a reporter!" she snapped.

By evening, Rulerz Utopia News Daily had published something that every household would soon hold because it was government issued.

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Alie Opaleyes' view on the Whyatican Minister's Death by Alan Rickpo

"It has come to my attention that the Sultan of Whyatica has had a terrible loss. Apparently, the Whyatican Minister Ali Anvari has been murdered in public. But why? I don't know. All I can do, your great ruler, is guess.

This trouble all started because of the Sultan. He himself, declared he had divine right. Divine right my butt. [Alie snickers at this] What kind of idiot can claim to have that power? Power directly from God? The greatest loser I've ever heard of. Rulerz Utopia shall have a great laugh tonight because there seems to be an idiot who believes in that religious crap that we've all given up on so long ago, ruling Whyatica. I feel so sorry for the Whyatican citizens. They have to live in such fear because their leader is such a crazy man.

So what are we going to do? I'll tell you what we're doing. Absolutely nothing! Because sooner or later, this religious dumb bell will find out God is not real and think himself stupid for ever doing whatever he's done in vain. [Alie smiles wickedly]

Whyaticans should know that the Sultan [she says it like its a dirty word] is to blame for Whyatican Minister Ali Anvari's death. All because of a stupid make-believe religion!"

Alie Opaleyes' view on the Whyatican Minister's Death by Alan Rickpo

"It has come to my attention that the Sultan of Whyatica has had a terrible loss. Apparently, the Whyatican Minister Ali Anvari has been murdered in public. But why? I don't know. All I can do, your great ruler, is guess.

This trouble all started because of the Sultan. He himself, declared he had divine right. Divine right my butt. [Alie snickers at this] What kind of idiot can claim to have that power? Power directly from God? The greatest loser I've ever heard of. Rulerz Utopia shall have a great laugh tonight because there seems to be an idiot who believes in that religious crap that we've all given up on so long ago, ruling Whyatica. I feel so sorry for the Whyatican citizens. They have to live in such fear because their leader is such a crazy man.

So what are we going to do? I'll tell you what we're doing. Absolutely nothing! Because sooner or later, this religious dumb bell will find out God is not real and think himself stupid for ever doing whatever he's done in vain. [Alie smiles wickedly]

Whyaticans should know that the Sultan [she says it like its a dirty word] is to blame for Whyatican Minister Ali Anvari's death. All because of a stupid make-believe religion!"

Office of the Sultan

Sultan Al-Na'ib Whyatica, while planning a monthlong vacation for himself, noticed a news paper sitting in his incoming mailbox. It was from the nation of Rulerz Utopia, a nation the Sultan had never heard of before.

He picked up the newspaper, which was the "Nation and World" section, and read the above quoted article.

The article filled the Sultan with rage..How dare they.. he thought to himself. How dare these reporters accuse me of killing my most favored Minister? he continued to think, I'll show them..I'll show them that I am not to be trifled with.


Official Message of the Sultanate
To: Rulerz Utopia
From: Sultan Al-Na'ib Whyatica

I demand that the pathetic leader of Rulerz Utopia retract her libelous statements about me, as you know full well that I would not kill my most favored Minister.

How dare you insult my state's religion? I should strike you down where you sit, Alie Opaleyes.

In fact, if you do not retract your statements in the next twenty-four hours, a declaration of war will be issued against your state.
Retract your statements, or you will know the sword of Whyatica.

signed,
Sultan Al-Na'ib Whyatica,
Sultanate of Whyatica

Alie Opaleyes's headquarters, Rulerz Utopia

Her eyes sparkled. This was just the reaction she had wanted. Now Alie Opaleyes could make him seem even more demented.

"Thank you Lindsay." she said briskly. "You may go back to your desk." she added. Lindsay made a little curtsy and turned around to go.

"Oh, and on your way out, give a shout to one of the maids to get me some chocolate." she said absentmindedly. She walked over to her computer and turned it on. While waiting for it to open up, she surveyed her room. When this is over, I need to clean this place up a bit...

She had it all planned. An attack would mean Rulerz Utopia going down. She had no intention of going down with it. He's wanting me to take everything I say back...When I refuse, he'll be wanting to send people after me. But I won't be here...I won't be here at all...she thought to herself.

On her computer, she connected to the internet. It was time to send the Sultan a reply. And get herself somewhere to go.

Hilmaris...hmm...haven't been there yet...sun...sand...beaches...Maybe I'll fly over there...she thought, clicking on the link. There was a number. She picked up her phone and dialed it.

"Hello, Rulerz Utopia's finest airline booking." the voice said. "I am Suzy. How may I help you?"

Alie cleared her throat. "Greetings, I am Alie Opaleyes...Rulerz Utopia's ruler." she said in a demanding voice.

"Oh, sorry!" Suzy replied back in a choked voice.

"That's okay." Alie replied briskly. "I need a ticket to Hilmaris."

"Which isle?" asked Suzy cautiously.

"Utopian Mer."

"Okay. Would you like to stay at any resort?" Suzy asked.

"Nothing in particular. The finest." she said.

"And when do you plan on taking this flight?"

"Next week. Wednesday."

"Okay, well, I've got first class flight to Utopian Mer on Wednesday of next week."

"Yes, how much will all this cost?" asked Alie.

"Only about $1730." Suzy replied.

"Sure, I'll take it. Talk to my secretary for whatever else you need." she said and hung up.

She pulled in another phone call to her older sister and put hung up again. Now, she clicked on her email.


Official Message of the Free Lands of Rulerz Utopia
To: Sultan Al-Na'ib Whyatica
From: Alie Opaleyes, Ruler of Rulerz Utopia

Why, hello to you too. I am afraid I cannot stand down. This should be known all through the world. No, this is not a joke. I will not stand down or retract anything.

If you wish to invade, help yourself. Rulerz Utopia won't respond kindly to your movements however. Indeed, I even hope that you go with them, in my hopes of seeing you get trouts thrown at you.

Good luck,
Alie Opaleyes
Rulerz Utopia

Official Message of the Sultanate

If your wish is to die beneath the sword of the Sultan, then be my guest.
Consider this your declaration of war, Alie Opaleyes. The citizens of Rulerz Utopia will know the power of the Sultanate firsthand when we are razing your cities to the ground and making your lands a Whyatican colony.

Sultan Al-Na'ib Whyatica,
Sultanate of Whyatica

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Command and Control, Fort Nassei, Whyatica

"Grand Admiral, we have recieved orders from the Sultan Himself..We're to detach fifty ships and the 9th Legion to attack some backwater dump named Rulerz Utopia."

The Grand Admiral groaned, as the Sultan had gotten Whyatica into yet another war.

"What did they do this time now? Insult the Sultan's mother?"

"You're close, Grand Admiral. They called him a loony."

"Oh fucking boy. Alright, comply with his orders. I think that country is about 18 hours away from the fleet and the 9th, anyway."


The marching boots of soldiers was heard across the fort, as 400,000 Whyatican Regulars and 50,000 Whyatican Elite Jihadis loaded into massive transport ships. Thousands of tanks were loaded into these giants of ships, although the Sultan doubted they would be required.

The newly named Rulerz Utopia taskforce was assembled, and waiting for orders to ship out from CNC. It comprised of an Argentine-class Super-Dreadnaught Hunter-Killer as it's flagship, five Elusive class battleships, two Qu'ran class carriers, and assorted submarines, cruisers, destroyers, and a couple air defense vessels for good measure. The first Whyatican Battlecarrier, the "Ultra" class named the WSS Alexander for Alexander the Great, was leaving with this fleet for it's shakedown run.

The Sultan watched his soldiers leave from a tall tower in Fort Nassei, and he saw his men leaving to bring a nation under the flag of the Sultanate..

Official Messageof the Free Lands of Rulerz Utopia
To: Sultan Al-Na'ib Whyatica
From: Alie Opaleyes

It is a pleasure to meet you. Hope you learn your lesson...God doesn't help you a single bit. Rulerz Utopia depends on skill, not imaginary beings in the sky.

Sincerely,
Alie Opaleyes
Rulerz Utopia
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Lindsay tried to quench her fear. This was the first time her leader had even tried to start a war. And this time, they were fighting an all out battle against an experienced fleet of troops, or whatever you call them.

She charged into Alie's room without knocking.

Alie looked at Lindsay sharply. "Haven't you ever heard of knocking?" she asked. It was near noon. She was playing chess on the internet and finally decided her move when Lindsay barged in and made her lose her concentration. "What is it?" she asked annoyed.

"What is this?" Lindsay asked, holding up a copy of the message Ali had sent to the Sultan.

Alie shrugged. "It's a message to the Sultan Al-Na'ib Whyatica from yours truly." she replied absentmindedly, turning back to her game. "You made me forget the perfect move I was gonna make!" she whined at Lindsay. "Oh, and where's my chocolate?" she added.

Lindsay stared at Alie Opaleyes furiously. They had just dived into a war and their leader was asking about...CHOCOLATE??! "WHAT IN THE WORLD ARE YOU THINKING?!" Lindsay shrieked. Alie poked at her ears.

"Can you shout that any louder?" she asked in a childish voice and made a face. Lindsay shook with rage.

"This isn't a game!" she said loudly. "You are RULER of Rulerz Utopia. YOU need to hold responsibilities for the trouble you've caused right now. And right now, you've started a war." Lindsay's voice choked. "It's not a game anymore. You now need to command troops. Inexperienced troops." she said shaking. "If you can't take this seriously, maybe you shouldn't be ruler." she added softly.

Alie Opaleyes looked up. "I know." she said.

"You know what?" asked Lindsay.

"I know this isn't a game. I'm waiting." Alie told her.

"Waiting?" she asked confused.

"Yes."

"For what?"

"For the right thing to do." Alie replied matter-of-factly.

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU THINKING?!" Lindsay shrieked. "Why didn't you think of this before you replied to the Sultan that he could attack you?" she asked annoyed.

"Because I can." Alie said quietly.

"That's all you can do isn't it?!" Lindsay said angrily. "Think only about you, yourself, and your fun! Have you ever thought about what will happen soon? The Sultan is sending soldiers. Troops. Whatever they are! He's going to destroy Rulerz Utopia. Then what will become of this utopia for you, O great ruler?!" Lindsay asked crazed. The pressure was getting to her. She felt feverish.

"I've got this under control." Alie told her tightly. "I don't need another mother." Lindsay shook her head.

"Whatever you say ma'am. The generals and commanders and whatnot want to know what you want them to do...Prepare some things, retreat, send in an attack while they're crossing over...that sort of thing." Lindsay said monotonously. She was back to being a boring secretary as soon as she figures that her ruler has everything under control.

"Tell them...tell them to relax. It will be a while before they come. At least a few hours." she said, faltering. Lindsay looked at her. "Tell them to write letters to their family and give messengers their will. Let them call tehir family. They should get that much." Alie said sadly.

Lindsay looked at her questioningly.

"After they're done, which shouldn't take more than 3 hours at most, tell them to warm up. And those without friends or family should start getting trenches dug and all that. Give them a good meal too." she said softly.

Lindsay nodded. Alie Opaleyes was preparing to let them die. They were inexperienced.

"No." Alie said suddenly.

"W-what?" Lindsay asked.

"I don't think they're hopeless. They should eat all the good food in case the Whyaticans take it. We'll be good in the defense area. We can probably hold them off.." she said with a small smile. Lindsay nodded and went outside. Walking to her desk, she wondered if Alie Opaleyes was lying. She still carried out Alie's wish. After that, she decided to book a flight outta the place. That, and hiring a new secretary to take her place. She couldn't leave her employer empty handed.

Rulerz Utopia Task Force

They were nine hours off of the Utopian coast, and the Grand Admiral Ali-Khan Samoud grimaced as the time went by.

The standing orders of the Sultan were to force the Utopian surrender by razing a city to the ground, but the Grand Admiral was considering refusing the order.
It would mean his death, but it would put his conscious at rest. He could not raze a city of a nation that hadn't done anything to his besides call the Sultan a name.

All those questions of "Why?" would be stifled as the thrill of battle entered the Grand Admiral in nine hours. It always did. Ali-Khan was one of the most vocal of the Grand Admirals against targetting civilians; indeed, he was almost discharged from the Navy because he refused an order to destroy a city during the Sultan's Rebellion.

Forty massive cargo ships followed the Fleet, each filled with ten thousand soldiers, logistics, and armored units. They would be at the Utopian shores within mere hours, bringing death to the members of a nation who's childish ruler brought this to them.

The Grand Admiral, still grimacing, thought "Maybe we can bring some good things to this nation..."

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Whyatica
The Ministry was going berserk as the Sultan declared war on yet another nation larger than themselves.

Minister Aziz Afnan was making angry phone calls to the Fort Nassei CNC demanding what the troop movements were.

"Aziz, I can't hand control of the fleet to you, the Sultan gave the order and only he can rescind it."

"God damnit Al, I need control of the fleet now! They're going to kill hundreds of thousands of people if they aren't stopped soon.."

"Aziz, I'm sorry..The order was given by the Sultan. I can't change that."

Aziz Afnan hung up, and thought to himself,
The sultan has to be eliminated now, before he causes the death of any more people...

He picked up his phone again, and dialed the number for an old friend of his, inside a country called the Kraven Corporation. This friend had approached Aziz some time ago, telling Aziz to call him in case he had any "troubles" with anyone in particular.

"Hello..This is Minister Aziz Afnan..I have a problem that needs to be taken care of..Call me back. Don't use this number. Use my cell phone..0081045589."

He hung up the phone, and waited for the inevitable call back. He didn't once consider that the Kraven Corporation was damn close to the Devil..

Rulerz Utopia Coastal Guards Station

Commander Arnie Popsickl hung up the phone. Lindsay Nera, Alie Opaleyes's secretary had just told him of the war coming up. Their lines were private so the press couldn't get wind of it...otherwise...stories would be spreading and the rioters would riot while the protesters protested. He called up General John Actchenst and told him the awful news.

"Well, it's a good thing I made all the troops run through a few basic things yesterday because they were all getting bored. I even made them run a few laps." General John said giddily. The commander nodded. "I'll tell them now." he said.

The Commander sighed. It was going to be a long day. He also drew up his will and put the phone receiver to his ear and dialed home.

"Hello, honey..." he said, as tears glistened in his eyes.
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Alie Opaleyes's headquarters, Rulerz Utopia

Alie stared at the wall when Lindsay was gone. She shut off her game, apologizing to her opponent, stood up, and looked at her wall.

She closed her eyes and rubbed them. Wearily, she looked out her window. It had a beautiful view of the city. She would never see it again.

Her phone rang. Not many calls could come through to this line. She walked over to her phone and picked it up.

"Good day Madam." the deep voice said at the end of the line.

"Who is this?" she asked, her voice clipped.

"It's Commander Arnie Popsickl. Do you know how long it will be before we have to take action?" he asked.

"I suppose you could send a helicopter or something to see how far they are..." she said uncertainly.

"Um, that would take too long ma'am." he said.

"Hmm...well...I've got a private jet..." she said sheepishly. Half of the public couldn't afford one.

The commander smiled at his end. "That would work well." he said. "May we use it?" he asked politely.

"Sure, go ahead."

"Thanks." he said gratefully.

"No problem." she said and hung up.

And she cried. This war is never gonna be won by us. she thought sadly. It's stupid. Why in the world did I even start this? I don't even know the first thing fighting, and here we are. I've called a religious loony a loony and he's called war on this place. Why on earth did I do that? she thought.

Lindsay came in to tell Alie that she was resigning. But apparently, she came in at the wrong time. She had knocked. "Come in!" Alie had bawled. Lindsay ran in to hold the girl.

"What's wrong?" Lindsay asked concerned.

"Th-th-the war! Everything!" Alie said dramatically. Lindsay shook her head.

"You said you had this under control." she accused her.

Alie looked up. "Did I?" she whispered. "Or did you just imagine it?" she asked softly.

Lindsay stared. Well, better get this over with... she thought. "I...I...um..."

"What?" Alie asked, looking at her with bloodshot eyes.

"I'm resigning." Lindsay squeaked. Alie stared for a moment. Then put her head down. Lindsay took the idea that it was her time to leave. Alie cried, bawled, cried, and bawled again. An hour later, she got up, went to the bathroom, and washed her face.

Finally, she emerged from the bathroom, and looked as healthy and happy as ever.
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Rulerz Utopia Coastal Guards Station

Commander Arnie Popsickl had just gotten Alie's communication devices on her jet to work along smoothly with his communication system. He sent an experienced pilot into there and briefed him on where to go. The pilot nodded and flew away.

General John Actchenst watched the jet fly all the way to the horizon and looked away. They were coming...he could feel it in his bones...

John walked to the farmers. Those who had farm animals had evacuated them to a safer place. Where, he had no idea. The beach resorts were evacuated and people streamed out. John whistled. Alie would have a hard time calming the tourists.

Arnie walked over to John. John looked over and smiled. "Hey, done with your phone home?" Arnie nodded. "Well, we've sent the pilot." he said nervously.

"I know. I was the one who got the communications on the jet working." he said.

"Oh."

"Have you gotten everyone out?" he asked.

"Yup sir."

"It's 'yes sir'," he told John patiently.

"Yes sir." replied John glumly. "You're no fun." he muttered under his breath.

"I know I'm not." Arnie said sternly, and walked away. Arnie's cellphone rang. "Hello?" he asked.

"Hello, this is Alie Opaleyes." came the other voice.

"Oh, hello." he said.

"Are the troops ready?" she asked.

"More than ready." he lied.

"Okay, just checking up." she said and hung up. He waited. It was all he could do.

A black car drove along the streets of Whyatica, The Car had a large V8 engine, it gently purred as the car headed in the direction of a certain PM...

The Car had blacked out windows, and no markings... inside the Driver concentrated on the road ahead, while his two passengers and himself were, daubed in black Suites, white shirts and black ties, both sporting a pair of black sunglasses sat, not talking once and not once moving their fixed gaze from the road...

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These were the Corporate Agents, a newly formed "Diplomatic" Team that were sent out to meet with nations while the mainland was currently under attack...

Eventualy the Car pulled up outside a large house, the Gate guard walked out to greet them, The Black window was wound down slighlty, instantly the guard nodded his face becoming pale as he headed back off to open the gates for these Visitors

The Car drove up the drive, its large V8 engine purring as its driver gunned the engine...

Within a moment or so the car was at the Door... and at the same time both Agents stepped out, and closed their doors... moving around to the side of the car they awaited the Minister to greet them... and then they could begin discussing the Pact...

Rulerz Utopia Task Force
Onboard the WSS Georgia, Grand Admiral Ali-Khan Samoud began to feel the rush of battle, of an oncoming foe to defeat.
The advanced RADAR systems on the Georgia detected a small jet flying towards their position at a subsonic speed.

"Grand Admiral, there's a jet flying about 100 nm from our location," a young radar officer said.

"Is there an IFF signal?" the Grand Admiral asked.

"No."

"Shoot it down.."

The order was answered by the Surface-to-air missile launcher onboard a neighboring Paramount class Air Defense Vessel. The missile rocketed off, hurling towards the unidentified plane, and three other missiles launched. As if the first missile wasn't enough to down the defenseless jet...

They were an hour away from shelling range, and they wouldn't shell too heavily, because the Grand Admiral wanted to avoid civilian casualties as much as possible, and as of yet, the Utopian military was unknown..


House of Minister Aziz Afnan
The guards of the Minister allowed the sleek black car to enter the estate of Minister Aziz Afnan without trouble, as the Minister had warned the guards of a car entering.

He opened his front door, walked over to his guests, and said,
"Hello, gentlemen. I believe we have business to discuss...Come on inside."

He gestured for the visitors to enter his house, and he was still not thinking of the dangers of associating with a nation such as Kraven..

The first lead agent spoke, He voice was slow and purposefull, but dripped with intimidation and authority...

"We have much to discuss minister... Please lets go inside..." The Agent spoke while heading into the building with the Two others following...

as they entered the lead agent remarked on the buildings decor...

"I love... What you've done with the place..." The Agent didn't care about the decor, he was being sarcastic, little did the minister know, that once the deal had been finalised and the transaction carried out... The Corporation would be doing some major Re-decorating...

The Minister directed the group to his personal office, where the Agents immeadiatly sat down...

"Well.... Minister... I belive you have a Proposition for us... Please... Begin"

House of Minister Aziz Afnan

The Minister's hands shook as he saw the men from Kraven..They spoke with an intimidating tone, that the last time the Minister had heard was when he was a young man in the army.

He got himself a cup of coffee, which he very nearly spilled on himself because his hands were shaking so badly.

"Well, gentlemen, I have a major problem."

"The Sultan Al-Na'ib Whyatica must be eliminated before he causes the invasion of our nation. It's very simple, in the past three days he has declared war on two other nations, both of which are larger than us. I believe this man will cause the destruction of our state, and I am willing to pay whatever it costs to remove him...I truly mean that."

He waited for the Kraven agent response...

House of Minister Aziz Afnan

The Minister's hands shook as he saw the men from Kraven..They spoke with an intimidating tone, that the last time the Minister had heard was when he was a young man in the army.

He got himself a cup of coffee, which he very nearly spilled on himself because his hands were shaking so badly.

"Well, gentlemen, I have a major problem."

"The Sultan Al-Na'ib Whyatica must be eliminated before he causes the invasion of our nation. It's very simple, in the past three days he has declared war on two other nations, both of which are larger than us. I believe this man will cause the destruction of our state, and I am willing to pay whatever it costs to remove him...I truly mean that."

He waited for the Kraven agent response...


The Agent mused for a moment, Before tenting his fingers together...

"We, Can help... You may have heard of the Fabled 'Wolf Brigade" more than likely you have not..." He Paused for a moment, letting is words sink in..

"We Can send in a Unit or two, and we can garantee that your Sultan will be removed from power... " He paused once more... taking the time to make sure that the Minister heard every word and understood...

"and... if you so desire... Removed completely..."

"There is a small price however for our services, But it does not need to be payed now... We will come back Minister... when payment is due..."

One of the Agents produced a Document that had an empty line for the Minister to sign... Standing up, the Agent placed the document on the desk infront of the Minister with some authority.... and a pen was layed at the top of the page for him to sign it with...


"Do we have a deal Minister?"

Over the sea, in a jet somewhere

He never really had much of a chance. The jet moved swiftly through the air, but it wasn't quick enough. As he picked up something from the radar, an alarm started beeping.

Collision is definite. said a voice.

"Wha?" he said in disbelief.

Collision in T-20 seconds. remarked the machine.

He gasped and radioed the shore. "Mayday mayday! We're being targeted!" he said as he tried to swing the jet around. He dodged a...missle and gasped. "I'm under missle fire!" he said, eyes bulging out.

No one answered on the other end. He closed his eyes. Soon after, he and the jet was engulfed in a huge fireball, never to be seen whole again...
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Rulerz Utopia Coastal Guards Station

They had finally gathered all the tourists away. Somehow, someone decided to call the press and they were flocking in to see what the problem was. Commander Popsickl looked at the gathering crowd in panic, half annoyed.

"Look, don't you damn people get it?!" he shouted at the crowd of reporters bombarding him with questions. "This is about to become a war zone! You don't want to be here!" he said exasperated. The press still pressed forward. Is that why they call them the press? he asked himself, zoning. As he snapped out of his daze, he made a final decision. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out a government issued gun. Is everything government issued? he thought to himself, but pulled out of it before it overtook him. Some reporters screamed while others just ignored them and continued jabbering questions, oblivious to the fact he was holding a firearm.

He pointed and shot. Suddenly, pretty much all of them were on their hands and knees and some crouched down low. Someone started crying. "I told you goddamn people to shut the hell up!" he screamed. "Do you want me to shoot the goddamn mouths offa ya?!" he said even more outraged.
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Alie Opaleyes's headquarters, Rulerz Utopia

Alie munched on a chocolate bar as one of her friends went off to the coastal area where they were expecting the attack. She hooked a wire to the huge tv screen in the room and turned on the computer.

She sent her friend Tom Deters to film what was happening out there so she could see for herself what was happening. A small earpiece and microphone was given to him so that they could communicate with each other.

"Hey Tom, don't trip on the coconuts." she said, trying to lighten up the mood. He grunted.

She pulled her phone close, just in case she needed to call the Commander.
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Coastal Area near the Guard Station, Rulerz Utopia

Tom tried to keep low and stayed behind rocks and a few leafy trees. His camera zoomed in all the way to the crowd and where a man was trying to keep the crowd away. "You getting all this?" he whispered to Alie.

"Yup." she said. "Go closer." his earpiece crackled.

"If you say so." he said doubtfully. Suddenly, a gunshot was heard and he dodged to the left, just as a flying killer penguin thudded to the ground where he was.

"What was that?" demanded Alie.

"Nothing." he replied. This was not how he was hoping it was.
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Rulerz Utopia Coastal Guards Station

The Commander Popsickl was starting to get a headache. The reporters were whimpering, some whispering. Whatever it was, it wasn't praising him for doing a good job.

Suddenly, a pained looking General John Actchenst came running out.

"What is it this time?" groaned the commander.

"It's-" he stopped. Then came closer to the commander and whispered, "It's the pilot. He said something about...a missle before we lost the rest of the signal. And we lost his signal...which means they've blocked it, or he's lost..." John said sadly.

"Oh no." the commander said horrified. "Notify Alie. Immediately."

"Yes sir!" John said, clacking his heels and running off for a phone.
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Alie Opaleyes's headquarters, Rulerz Utopia

Alie slammed the phone down and screamed.

Official Messageof the Free Lands of Rulerz Utopia
To: Sultan Al-Na'ib Whyatica
From: Alie Opaleyes

This is war.

Hoping for your death,
Alie Opaleyes
Rulerz Utopia

The Agent mused for a moment, Before tenting his fingers together...

"We, Can help... You may have heard of the Fabled 'Wolf Brigade" more than likely you have not..." He Paused for a moment, letting is words sink in..

"We Can send in a Unit or two, and we can garantee that your Sultan will be removed from power... " He paused once more... taking the time to make sure that the Minister heard every word and understood...

"and... if you so desire... Removed completely..."

"There is a small price however for our services, But it does not need to be payed now... We will come back Minister... when payment is due..."

One of the Agents produced a Document that had an empty line for the Minister to sign... Standing up, the Agent placed the document on the desk infront of the Minister with some authority.... and a pen was layed at the top of the page for him to sign it with...


"Do we have a deal Minister?"

The Minister read the document very quickly..He didn't read it entirely, but he had no real choice at this point. He scrawled his name across the line for his signature, and said,
"There, it's done.. When can I expect this to be done?"

The Minister read the document very quickly..He didn't read it entirely, but he had no real choice at this point. He scrawled his name across the line for his signature, and said,
"There, it's done.. When can I expect this to be done?"

"There is a Brigade Operating near by, I can have some units Diverted, I'd say around Twenty Four hours, Maybe longer, It depnds on how Covert you want this to be?"

The Agent spoke again, while the Agent who'd handed over the document, took it back, returning it to the Breifcase...

House of Minister Aziz Afnan

"I would like it to be as covert as possible..We don't want it too messy.." he said. He continued to visibly shake and sweat as he slowly began to realize that he may have just sold his nation's soul.

The Kraven Corporation was one of the most evil nations on the planet, and Afnan had just signed an agreement with them..He now began to wonder what debt his nation would owe to the Corporation..

"The Sultan has 50 guards outside of his complex, and 100 inside. He has several 30mm CIWS guns stationed around the area as a last minute guard against missiles and bombs. He also has a hardened, reinforced concrete bunker underneath the complex..If he is threatened, he will run to the bunker and all is lost for the plan."

He awaited the response from the eerily unmoved agents..

Utopian Task Force

The fleet was around 50 nautical miles away from the shores of Rulerz Utopia, and the order was given,

"Halt." said the Grand Admiral Ali-Khan Samoud.
The majestic fleet churned to a stop in the waters, within spitting distance of the Utopian defense force.

"Orders, sir?" a weapons officer asked.

"Use the satellites and target the Utopian government buildings. Maybe we can kill their leader and get them to surrender that way."

"Aye, sir."

Fifteen Allah's Fist anti-installation missiles were loaded and successively fired off the VLS tubes of the fleet. These missiles were designed to puncture heavy buildings and explode inside, devoting all the energy of the explosion to damaging or destroying the building.

As the roar of the missiles invigorated the old Grand Admiral, he became more brazen.

"Target three sections evenly spaced along the Utopian trench, and unload a full shell salvo on their trenches."

"Aye, sir."

The massive twenty-five inch guns of the Georgia aimed towards their target of the Utopian beach, and mechanical whirring was heard across the water as the escort ships in the fleet did the same.

"Fire." The order given, a sound filled the fleet and the sailors, the sound of battle. The shells screamed towards their targets on the beach, making it unlikely for any man out in the open to survive..

"Order the troop carriers to move to the front of the fleet and drop the troops. All VTOL aircraft with troops are to launch now and secure a beach-head."

Across the fleet, hundreds of VTOL aircraft, each carrying 50 soldiers, loaded their gear and launched. A total of 250 aircraft, each with 50 soldiers, making a grand total of 12,500 soldiers attempting the landing. Twenty minutes behind them were the gigantuan troop carriers of the Whyatican Navy. These carriers held 10,000 soldiers and a number of tanks each, and the rest of the army would be landing through these.

The logistics of this operation were being held on one ship, which was filled to the brim with food, water, ammunition, fuel, and other such necessities of a moving army.

The army was to defeat the Utopian garrison at the beach, and establish a coastal headquarters where they could recieve and distribute logistics, and a fortified point if ever the enemy army pushed them back...

As shells rocketed towards the Rulerz Utopia beach, and thousands of grim-faced soldiers soared towards an unfriendly beach, the Sultan watched on a video camera onboard the Georgia and smiled.

This was to be a good day for the Sultanate.

The Two assault Vtols roared close to the sea, their massive engines were kicking up spray from the sea, as each craft flew towards the target zone, Inside were two units of The Wolf Brigade, The Corporations elite...

The word had come through from the Agents, notifying the Area Kommand that the Brigade was needed, and already they were on their way, a testiment to the Corporations ability to mobilise soldiers effectivly and quickly...

6 Hours until ETA...

Whyatica

One of the Agents turned to the Lead Agent and spoke, his voice was eerily slow and purposefull like the firsts, only slightly different...

"They're on their Way..."

"Well, Our end of the Agreement will soon be fullfilled... Good bye Minister... We will return in.... Due... Time when your end of the Bargin is to be Upheld..." The lead Agent spoke while getting up out of his seat... The three agents all headed out of the office without letting the minister reply...

Alie Opaleyes's headquarters, Rulerz Utopia

Alie blinked once and pinched herself. They were there. The Sultan's soldiers. Here to do his bidding.

She booms outside and screams...loud screams...

"What the hell is going on out there?" she muttered angrily. She pulled open her drapes and gasped.

Two of her bigger government buildings were burning and people had started spilling out of it. She grabbed her binoculars and looked at the people, half counting them as they fled. Someone had grabbed a coffee maker and some even had their laptops or carried even the box of donuts. She choked down a laugh.

Lindsay had hired a new secretary for her. His name was Thom something. Alie didn't pay attention to him. He just watched her intensely half the time and moved papers around on Lindsay's desk once in a while, or was eating. She eyed him carefully, but he didn't seem to be a troublemaker.

She saw other shells fly in from the sky...soaring eagles with only one target in mind. She watched the center of her nation start to burn.

"It's not going to get better." a voice said behind her, startling her. She whipped around. It was only that Thom person.

"Well, no shit Sherlock." she muttered.

"It will...somehow." he said.

"Oh yeah?" she challenged. "How do you propose so?"

"I've had experience with war. Let me help you control your troops." he replied.

She eyed him again, looking him up and down. "I can't lose anything else, so go ahead." she said and picked up the phone to call the general.
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Rulerz Utopia Coastal Guards Station

General Popsickl had ducked when the shells had screamed overhead. All of a sudden, his phone started ringing. "GODDAMMIT!" he yelled angrily, picking up his phone. "Speak!" he yelled over the voices of the panicking people. He saw shells flying in the main government buildings. Alie was not going to be happy about this.

"Hello?" asked a voice off the phone.

"Yea?!" he shouted back.

"Do you have guns or ships?" the voice asked.

The general coughed. "Yea, but just a few fishing boats...just off this coast in a cove where the sun can't hit the beauty."

The other person laughed. "Right, send some people in to bring it out. You're going to launch things at them. Got me?" he asked. The general grunted and hung up.

"JOHN!!!" he yelled. John popped out of the mess of bodies and looked at him inquiringly. "Let's go!" he said, pulling John to the soldiers who were supposed to be holding up fort.

The coastal artillery was left unguarded due to the lack of courageousness of the newly trained soldiers. Only one person was there. And he was huddled down. Shellfire had not reached them. Yet. The trenches were filled with people; some dead, some half alive, and some just panicked but alive.

He yelled, "I need thirty-five soldiers to come with me NOW!" He turned around as some soldiers followed him uncertainly. The ones not hit in the trenches cowered around behind big rocks and hugged their knees to their chests.

He jogged his way towards the cove and ordered some soldiers to find fishing boats in other places. Twenty-five went away to ask the civilian farmers for a fishing boat whilst the general, John, and the others followed him to the large fishing boat of his deceased father.

The Little Trout Fisher was not exactly little. It was more of a big one. It would fit up to twenty people. More than a fishing boat usually fit. But they needed the extra space for rail guns and all that fun stuff.

General Popsickl ordered the soldiers to drag some artillery and shells and whatnot. They had a hard time lifting a 155mm artillery cannon onto the fishing boat and it creaked dangerously, but by that time, the other soldiers had come back, sailing around where the Whyatican force couldn't see them.

He called Thom back. "Okay, I got the guns and boats. Now what?"

"You want to get as close as you can to them and SHOOT." he said, putting emphasis on shoot.

"Okay." he said. He told his soldiers what to do, and hung up. They nodded, scared, but listened to him.

They ran the boats near the fleet of Whyaticans and killed the engines. "Fire at them." General Popsickl ordered.

All the soldiers scrambled up on their feet (some getting green...) and prepared to get the artillery ready.

"FIRE!" the general yelled and they opened fire, trying to land a blow on the enemy's fleet within the slowly moving fishing boat. Someone launched a shell, which went slightly off their mark. If we get out of this alive, I'm going to make these guys practice...

Some people could find firearms or anything, so they looked around for weapons. Some found a net, another person found a fire extinguisher, and some found blankets and pillows.

"Hey look guys! Hot chocolate!" said one excitedly.

"Launch the fishing net!" the general ordered.

"How?" they asked uncertainly.

"Iono...just...throw it?" he said even more uncertainly. "No wait...nevermind...we can do that later..." he said.

Rulerz Utopia Task Force

A small shell sailed through the sky and landed on the deck of a Morsky-Orol class light cruiser. The shell exploded, killing several crew members and damaging the internal structure. A second shell impacted and hit the magazine, and the ship burst into a mighty plume of flame.

About a dozen more shells impacted the fleet, severely damaging two destroyers, and scratching the paint off of the Georgia.

"Grand Admiral....incoming shells!" a weapons officer said as the shells impacted the fleet.

"Damage report.." the admiral said.

"We lost two Morskys and a couple Hannibals are listing.."

"Return fire, all guns!"

The massive guns of the fleet turned around to face the new, albeit minor threat of the modified fishing boat fleet. Dozens of heavy shells flew through the skies, destroying whatever they touch..There would be no hope for the slow, unwieldy fishing boats, although since they weren't moving in the first place...

"Comm, how did they get so close in the first place?"

"Grand Admiral, they appeared for all intents and purposes to be fishing boats, and per your orders, we don't fire on civilian vessels."

The Grand Admiral thought to himself, They scratched the paint..But over 400 sailors are dead or dying now, all because of the Sultan's stupid war...Best we get the war over with, then.

"Accelerate the landing process, and continue bombarding the enemy trenches, coastal artillery, and fortified positions..We'll decisively defeat them here, and force their surrender."

Utopian Beach
Gargantuans of aircraft, hundreds of troop carrying VTOL aircraft dotted the skies..They each had 8mm miniguns on the sides, and 30mm CIWS on each side to defend against missile strikes. Since they weren't recieving fire as of yet, they used these guns to rake the enemy lines with walls of lead before landing and unloading their troops.

Half the carriers had landed, unloading 5,000 soldiers onto the hostile shore..Meanwhile, thousands of transport boats lined the beach, as another 37,000 had landed on the beach, aiming fire at the enemy trenches. The ones that had not landed yet prepared themselves mentally for yet another conflict...

Out in the ocean, not far from the coast...

The general grimaced. They were so unprepared. But moments later, shells returned. They bombarded the fishing fleet continuosly. The general's own boat got hit, and he closed his eyes as flames engulfed him. This was the end for him...
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Coastal Area near the Guard Station, Rulerz Utopia


"Oh my fucking god!" Tom yelled loudly.

"What happened?" Alie asked anxiously.

"They're fucking landing less than 1000 feet away!" he said.

Alie rubbed her ears. "Can you say that any louder? And can you broadcast that to any other people?" she asked sarcastically.

Tom watched as the press watched excitedly at the blooming fire in the middle of the ocean and some boats land on shore. All of them were so involved in trying to create the perfect story, watching the fire, or trying not to get mushed by the mass of people.

"Alie, I need to pull out before anyone opens fire." he said in a harrassed voice.

"No, please Tom, stay a little longer." she pleaded.

"Alie..." he said calmly. "I value my life." Tom couldn't stay on Alie's terms. He was still happy about having a life. "I'm sorry Alie." he said as he tore the expensive equipment off himself.

He ran.
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Alie Opaleyes's headquarters, Rulerz Utopia

Alie watched the screen fizz and die out as her earbuds did the same. She screamed in frustration and threw them down on the ground in anger.

Thom watched her silently. Alie noticed.

"C'mon, tell me." she yelled at him.

"Tell you what?" he asked calmly.

"Tell me! I'm a stupid ruler. I can't do anything right. I'm a failure-" she said, but didn't get farther. She slumped on the ground. Thom didn't go to her. He was her secretary, not her mom.

"I can't tell you that yet." he said quietly.

"And why not?" she demanded.

"Because, we haven't lost yet." he said. Going over to her phone, he picked it up. He dialed the number to the coastal guards station. "Open fire on the Whyaticans." he ordered.

Alie looked out her window. She saw the faint outline of fire.
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Coastal Guards Station, Rulerz Utopia

The soldier was lost. He had picked up the phone, in hope it was the general...It was someone else who ordered him to tell everyone to open fire on the lots of people streaming onto the beach.

"Better just do what the person says." he said, shrugging. He ran outside. "OPEN ALL FIRE!!" he shouted. "We've been ordered to fire on all Whyatican intruders!" he called out. And so the firing began. Fifteen sheels were launched all at once. All of them weren't really landing in the actual place where they were aiming...

Rulerz Utopia Task Force

The landing was interrupted by a hailstorm of lead from the small number of Utopian defenders..Several soldiers, unloading from VTOL transports, were hit by the bullets and dropped to the ground, while others returned fire from their rifles..

The beach landing continued, as more and more soldiers disgorged from transports. The VTOL transports circled the air a few times, sending fire down towards the enemy trenches, and then proceeded to land behind the enemy. Their intention was to encircle the enemy, but the Whyatican Grand Admiral had forgotten an old adage;

"A Cornered Enemy Fights Harder"

A massive Behemoth II heavy battle tank unloaded from a transport, bracketed a Utopian trench section, and fired it's massive main gun towards the enemy. The troops that had landed already from the beach fired their assault rifles and tossed grenades towards the trenches, as it was apparent to the Whyatican troops that the Utopians had no armor..

A sleek black and gold transport set down behind the trench, and its hatch opened..These terrors were the Whyatican Elite Jihadis..Trained from birth to be a killing machine, these soldiers were expert swordsmen and generally terrifying to anyone who's ever had to face one one-on-one..

They hurled smoke grenades into the trench ahead of them, drew their swords, yelled "For the Sultan!" and charged....


In the fleet, hundreds of men were jumping off the listing Morsky-Orol cruisers and onto lifeboats headed for the Georgia or the bigger transports..But, dozens of men who were far enough belowdecks when the Utopian sneak attack forces fired were hopeless..Their compartments filled with water, and men suffocated behind closed bulkheads as the last of their air drifted away..

The heavy guns opened fire again, aiming for a little farming village some ways inland..They would lay waste to the city to show them the price of defying the Sultan..


Office of the Sultan

"Sultan, the invasion of Rulerz Utopia is on schedule..Grand Admiral Ali-Khan Samoud reports that the Utopians have mounted a small defense at our landing spot but it should be no problems..However, two light cruisers and a destroyer were sunk and two more are sinking as we speak.."

"Good...good..Regarding the ships that sank...Send the families some flowers.." the Sultan Al-Na'ib Whyatica said.

"...What, Sultan?"

"Send the families our heartfelt apologies and some flowers....I don't especially care..."

"...over 400 sailors died so far..You're saying you don't care?"

"Yes."

The messenger was dumbstruck, as the Sultan just admitted that he doesn't give a rat's ass about sailors.

"The men can be replaced, the ships can be replaced..I can create more.."

The messenger just turned around and left the room as the Sultan continued to talk to himself...



The mad Sultan was still unaware of Minister Aziz Afnan's deal with the devil....

It was time, The Two Vtol Assault Transports touched down at the Whyatica Airport, their quad RAMjet engines screamed in protest as they slowly lowered the craft down onto the ground, dust and grit being kicked up by the immense downdraft from these impressive Military Machines...

The Door Slid open, and 25 Large armoured Troopers Exited the Craft...

The Wolf Brigade... Impressive... Omnious... Intimidating, All these words could be used to describe this Elite special operations unit... The Corporation would choose a different word to describe them...

Efficient...


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The 50 troopers headed out onto the Tarmac waiting for the Minister to Greet them... From there AZO 112 will inform the minister of the Plan of attack.... then it would begin...

Whyatica City Airport - Private Section

Minister Aziz Afnan walked outside the flight control tower, where he was escorted by a pair of nervous policemen. They met the 25 Wolf Brigadesmen in front of their assault VTOLs, eyeing them hesitantly.


"Gentlemen...There are four cars r-reserved for you in the front of the airport. Please make haste.."

He motioned towards the four cars, luxurious indigenous SUVs that Afnan got through his Ministry contacts. He shook quite visibly in the presence of these...things. He had heard about the Kraven birthing-chambers from the Xirniumite broadcast, and he wasn't sure if the Wolf Brigadesmen were even..people anymore...

The Troopers Each got in the vehicles, even with their armour, the vehicles were ample enough for four Troopers to get in, The unit leader AZO 112 began to speak...

His voice was almost machine like, amplified through a Vox caster until it sounded more machine than human, his voice oozed authority and was the kind of voice you paid attention to...

"Two Teams will attack the Sultans Grounds, The First will Attack via the roof, using our Assault Vtols to gain entry, The Two Vtols will make a Pass first, using their Twin assault cannons to disable any Heavy weapons or Vehicles, Once clear, the Second unit will attack the Ground forces, entering via the Walls"

The Trooper paused as if receiving more commands...

"The First team will then sweep into the building clearing it room by room, then moving their way down, They will meet up with the Second team and Clear the building, if the Sultan has fled into a bunker system, we will sweep them as well... The Sultans Casualties will be 100%, Wolf Brigade Casualties... 3%... These are acceptable losses.... Any questions?"

The Trooper stopped talking awaiting a response, Each soldier was sat perfectly identical, each trooper sat motionless, never once looking out of the window, just staring perfectly ahead, Each troopers eyes glowed with an unearthly red light... these were the elite of the Capitol Police... Potent pyschological Weapons...

Alie Opaleyes's headquarters, Rulerz Utopia

Thom Something said three words that worried her. "Take out the tanks."


Coastal Guards Station, Rulerz Utopia

The soldier who picked up the phone ducked as smoke grenades were thrown at the trenches. The others were shooting and he needed to get his hands on some ammo.

The tanks crashed out from behind the trees and started shooting the invaders slowly, making a roundish arch around the invaders, halfway to avoid them, and halfway to make it an impossible angle for at least some soldiers to spot them. It creaked dangerously, but moved along better than the dead general had hoped. He would have been proud...

Rulerz Utopia NewsWriters Headquarters, Evergreen Hillz, Rulerz Utopia

Tom Deters sat down in a blood red spinny chair in front of Aaron. Just Aaron.

"So," Aaron said in a crisp voice. Tom watched the walrus mustache on Aaron's face quiver with each syllable. "What's your dirt on the ruler of the great head of Rulerz Utopia, eh?" he asked.

"Oh, um..." Tom looked at Aaron's mustache, fascinated.

"Stop staring at me mustache!" Aaron said defensively. Tom noted that he had half an accent...some european accent.

"Oh, well...the ruler...Alie Opaleyes...has started war with another nation." he said uncertainly. Aaron eyed Tom curiously.

"Go on..." he said. "I'm interested..." As if I couldn't tell... thought Tom wryly.

"She's communicated with the Whyatican head, the Sultan Al-Na'ib Whyatica, and somehow got him mad." Tom said. "He told her to back down, but she refused, and he's decided to declare war on Rulerz Utopia. The trouble is, she has no idea what she's doing. I believe that nearly 20 fishing boats were blown up just earlier as she sent them in to attack. She has no idea what she's doing and as soon as I figured that out, I found the best excuse to run off--When they blasted the damn fisherman boats and sank some cannons." Tom said bravely.

Aaron looked at him. The conversation was all being recorded down so the man wouldn't have to write anything down. "I see..." he said.

Tom beamed. "Well, sir, anything else besides what I've told you?" he asked.

"No, I'm glad to say that will be all." he said in a tight voice.

Tom cocked an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

"Yes." Aaron said. "Very sure..."

"I've got a whole lot more dirt on her. I am or was pretending to be her best friend. I'm sure whatever you need I can tell you about her." he said in a pround voice.

Aaron pressed a button. "Alie, you heard him, right?" he said loudly.

"Loud. And. Clear." Alie said angrily. A voice from the background cut in.

"Lock him up. You don't want him to spread stupid stories."

"You heard him Aaron. Lock the traitorous brat up." she said venomously. Aaron nodded and hung up.

"What is the meaning of this?" asked Tom Deters in a crazed voice.

"You heard them. Gonna lock ya up now. And not let you out until...hmm...since it's my choosing...FOREVER!" he said the last word in a roar. Tom winced. "Good lad...don't give me resistance...or else I'll make sure you're with the pirate man." he laughed heartily.

Alie Opaleyes's headquarters, Rulerz Utopia

"So, where should all my soldiers go?" Alie asked Thom.

Thom shrugged. "Since you had about 2000 soldiers out there on the beach, I suppose you've got way more around in different bases somewhere?" Alie nodded. "Well, you should deploy about another few thousand around the cities." he thought for a moment. "Did it seem weird that we were able to attack the Whyatican fleet without them noticing? It's not like a whole bunch of boats would be hard to spot..." he said thoughtfully.

Alie nodded. "Yeah, that is strange. Why is that, I wonder."

"I have a theory." Thom said. Alie looked at him quizzically. "I think...he won't attack anything that doesn't look like it'll attack him." Alie stared. "Well, the only things those Whyaticans are expecting are tanks and soldiers and whatever else military." he explained. "I think...they won't attack those civilians until they attack them."

Alie nodded. "That's a nice guess...We could work with that...What'll we have to do though? Send in farmers with pitchforks?"

Thom smiled, "Alie, you...are...a genius."

"What?"

"That's exactly what we're going to do. I'm going to send a messenger to them now. The beaches are just a few miles away from the farmland, so they'll have to pass through." He picked up the phone and dialed.

Rulerz Utopia Beach
The soldiers were caught off guard by the advancing Utopian tanks. They lobbed hand grenades towards them, and several men were cut down by tank fire. The enemy tanks fired towards the flanking VTOL aircraft, and several exploded in great balls of fire. Men caught in the blast were knocked dozens of feet, and some unlucky Utopian soldiers had pieces of dead Whyatican soldiers land on them.

The element of surprise gone, numerous "Tiger" main battle tanks targetted the enemy tanks, and fired. The massive Behemoth II heavy tanks continued to rake the trenches with heavy amounts of machinegun fire, while sending rounds towards the offending enemy tanks.

From a transport boat, a 155mm mobile artillery cannon unloaded, and it's occupants fired a heavy shell towards the enemy tank position..Any unshielded men would be killed by the shrapnel, and the enemy tanks would be damaged as well.

The Elite Jihadis shrugged off the deaths of their comrades, and jumped into the enemy trench, slashing at troops with their wicked blades. They ignored the enemy tanks, seeing as they would be engaging Utopian soldiers hand-to-hand, and the tanks would have to be incredibly foolish to target their own trench..


Office of the Sultan

"Sultan, the advance is proceeding nicely, an-" a messenger stated as he was cut off by the Sultan.

"Fine, fine, leave me. I am retiring for the night." Sultan Al-Na'ib Whyatica said calmly.

"....Yes, my lord," the messenger left the room.

The Sultan walked down the halls of his estate, and the echoing of his military boots could be heard from rooms everywhere. He got to his personal bedroom, plugged in his id number, put his hand in the fingerprint tester, and the door unlatched and let him in.

He laid down on his massive bed, stared up at the ceiling of his room, and thought to himself,
Soon..

Alie Opaleyes's headquarters, Rulerz Utopia

Alie sat down on her bed located conveniently in her headquarters and otherwise, room. She decided to lay down on her bed and stared blankly at the ceiling while Thom commandeered her troops to whatever extent to win.

"Alie." called Thom from twenty feet away.

"Yeah?" she asked in a tired voice.

"Do you mind if a whole lot of these guys die?" he asked in a strained voice.

"Whatever you think will work." she said in a monotonous voice. Thom nodded, but she didn't see.

He typed in some words on her computer. He was looking through her soldiers' database, where everything about them was. His face hardened when he saw one, but he continued on.

He pulled up the phone again and called the general supposedly in charge of the huge troops inside the city or around it. Alie was sure putting people in the stupidest places.

"General Jakinswer." answered the otherside.

"Hello, this is Thom Milles, Alie Opaleyes's new secretary. I'm in charge of the troops now. I want you to send fifteen soldiers to warn the farmers just outside the coast that there are Whyatican invaders. I believe all their good food and emergency food and also livestock should be moved to a more...safer...place." Thom said in a smooth voice. The general snorted.

"And why would they believe that?" the general asked.

"Because, if they don't hear explosions and gunshots already, then they might be deaf, but I highly doubt that. I order you to warn them of incoming invaders and to tell them that they have to arm themselves."

"With what?! PITCHFORKS?" the general laughed a booming laugh. Thom covered the phone with his hand until the general was done.

"No General Jakinswer. I want you to arm them with guns. Pistols. Whatever you can get them to hide until the invaders leave, and they can attack." Thom ordered.

The general laughed. "Why would you think that?"

"Because I can think, and I'm just saying its possible...better than having them just sit there twiddling their thumbs. However, moving out the food is mandatory. If they take over, they'll have so much to gain.

"Yes Sir." the general said, and hung up. Thom sighed.
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Coastal Guards Station, Rulerz Utopia

The soldiers fought bravely and till their death. Most of the trenches were filled with dead or dying people. The enemy Jihadis slashed at the Utopian soldiers mercilessly. Some screamed and cried, and some just stayed there, bleeding to their death, wondering why they were dying.

The tanks were rained upon by many things, but managed to get in some counterstrikes before one of them went BOOM! and exploded.

Still, they fought back. Some soldiers, half alive or half dead, threw some genades at the enemy.
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Greene Vallie, Rulerz Utopia

Greene Vallie was a stupid name for the place. It wasn't really green half the time. The farming required less trees except for the groves. Population of about 1000.

Today, fifteen soldiers marched over to the farmers, and knocked on their doors. They ordered them to move all their food and told them of invaders.

Marche Limpele was 63 years old. One of Rulerz Utopia's biggest complainers. He complained when the taxes were high. He complained about the crops. He complained about his wife. He complained about everything. Today, when the soldiers came, he complained about them.

"Why in Rulerz Utopia's name do you want me to move my goddamn things?" he screeched at them. They explained to him there were invaders-
"Then you're soldiers! Hold them off!" he said in a grouchy voice. They gaped, and tried to explain everything to him again. He slammed the door in their face.

The rest of the villagers complied. They pulled out a bunch of men from the village and armed them with rifles. They explained that they were going to ambush the incoming invaders from the apple tree groves. The farmers nodded, scared.

Rulerz Utopia Beach
The beach had essentially been taken..A few token tanks and soldiers remained, and they were giving as much as they were getting..Hand grenade explosions sent shrapnel everywhere, killing a few soldiers, but ever more they pressed on. The enemy tanks continued to fire, hitting a Tiger in the side and it skidded and turned around..A second shell impacted the weakened rear of the tank and it exploded, killing the pilot and gunner instantly. The Behemoth II tanks returned fire with their heavy guns, revenging their comrades.

A scout group loaded into VTOLs from a heavy carrier and launched towards a small farming village that intelligence reports called "Greene Vallie". They were to scout the town for any military elements from the air, and if none were found, they were to seize whatever food and armaments they could find and report back.

They expected no resistance, as this town was in a rural section of Rulerz Utopia...The locals would certainly be scared to death of the fierce looking Whyatican soldiers. They were lightly armed, as it was only a scout group, and at the sign of any serious military presence they were to retreat and call in for reinforcements..They didn't want to get surrounded or ambushed..

Greene Vallie, Rulerz Utopia

The farmers crowded around the little force of soldiers who came in to interrupt them. "Okay, you guys should grab your guns and...uh...climb the appke trees." one of the soldiers said uncertainly.

"Why?" piped a smaller farmer.

"Because...uhm...uh...you want to hide yourself when the enemy comes. You don't want to give them a clear shot of you." the soldier explained.

"Ooooh..." murmured the voices in unison.

They heeded the men and slowly climbed the trees. The older farmers had a few boosts from the soldiers and finally, they were all up.
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Alie Opaleyes's headquarters, Rulerz Utopia

Thom muttered under his breath every few minutes and Alie wondered what in the world he was up to.

"Do you really expect to win?" she asked incredulously.

Thom looked at Alie, but didn't answer her back. She sighed and lay down again. "Thom, get me something to drink." she ordered him.

Thom ignored her.

"What are you doing?" she demanded, lifting her head up.

"Nothing but helping you." he said shortly.

"Then get me something to drink. I'm thirsty." she said loudly. He looked at her and shook his head. She glared back.

"Get it yourself." he said. "You're a big girl."

She gaped at him, mouth wide open. After a minute, she closed it and went outside. Damn him...she thought silently.

Thom stared after her retreating back. He had lots of work to do and she wasn't helping any.

"What's your status right now?" he asked one of the soldiers that were sent to the farmers.

"We've sent them to hide in the apple groves." came a crackled reply.

"Okay, tell them when to shoot?" Thom asked.

"Yes sir. As soon as they come into the grove."

"Good boy. Now run along and hide." he ordered, and hung up.
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Rulerz Utopia Beach

Their forces were getting depleted. Someone picked up the phone. "We need back up!" he said into it. His leg was shot and he screamed as blood spurted out of it.

"We need back up on the coast!" he said again. He looked around. The phoneline was cut. They never got his message. The soldiers at the coast were going to die.

The tanks still rolled...somewhat. They shot at the enemies, powered by their comrades deaths. They were not giving up so easily. At least...not yet. They radioed in for back-up. Four more tanks were on its way.

Rulerz Utopia

With the trenches filled with dead or dying, the infantry could begin to attack the remaining enemy tanks. A daring Elite Jihadi charged towards a tank, sword drawn..His intent to hijack the enemy tank, this would be an incredible morale killer for the Utopians if successful..

The Tigers and Behemoths rolled forward, thrilled by the victory of their cousins on foot, sending screaming death towards enemy tanks ahead of them. A tank round impacted the frontal armor of a Behemoth, and it barely scratched the paint..The offending tank loaded a penetrator round into the barrel, aimed, and fired..It was very likely that the unfortunate pilot of that tank would be impaled by the high-velocity round.

Green Vallie,
The three carrier VTOL aircraft touched down in the middle of the town, and the 150 soldiers unloaded quickly.

"Men, we are to divide into groups of five - Search the houses, if you find any arms, seize them. If a citizen resists shoot them, but do not shoot unarmed civilians, period." the commanding officer of the group said.

"Fifty of you are to search the vegetable fields over there, and fifty of you are to enter the apple groves and scout. Expect anything." he said while pointing, and the men split up.

They didn't know what they could find, but they were prepared for nearly anything...

Green Vallie, Rulerz Utopia

The farmers spotted some incoming people. One of them, skilled in birdcalls tweeted.

The others took it as a sign of soldiers incoming. Someone else tweeted back "How many are there?" and they replied back "lots". Some of them panicked.

They all checked their safeties. They watched the soldiers stream in, and got ready to shoot.

Someone cocked their gun.

BOOM. Birds who were still around, flew off. The first shot was fired, aiming for the ones behind everyone else.

The people at the farms heard the shots. They locked their doors and closed their windows. They were not going to open up for these people.
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Rulerz Utopia Beach

The incoming tanks rolled over and crashed through the trees, shooting madly at whaever was in sight.

The Elite Jihadi that had tried to assault the tank was aimed at.

The soldiers left were not going anywhere. All that was left was the tanks. Some rumbled on towards the enemy fleet, oblivious to whatever was shooting at them. They were charging in. They would die for their country.

Greene Vallie
Dozens of gunshots were heard as farmers of Rulerz Utopia fired on the Whyatican scout group. Ten men were hit in the head, and one man was hit in his arm.

"Take cover!" the squad leader yelled, but they were in an open field. There was no cover. Anywhere.

They aimed their assault rifles at the trees where the shots were coming from, and fired burst after burst at the forest, hoping to down at least a few of their attackers. They edged closer, using evasive maneuvers and staying low to the ground to present a smaller target.

Another Utopian salvo came screaming towards the scout group, and five more men were killed instantly.
The squad leader was about to radio for backup when he was hit in the hand by a stray bullet, and his radio was punctured through and through. The scout group continued to fire towards the trees, knowing full well that they couldn't get up and run, but they couldn't stay where they were...

Closer to the houses, 5 soldiers approached a large house. The lead soldier tried the doorknob first, but of course, it was locked. He nodded to a soldier larger than himself, and he gave a mighty kick to the locked door, bursting it open. The five men entered the building, getting into a defensive formation so nobody had their back uncovered, and began to check the rooms for people or weapons..

In the vegetable fields, some of the soldiers were quite happy.

"Look, man, real food! None of this MRE crap..Good food for a few days.." A soldier said, while imagining nice meals back at home..His favorite Chinese restaurant in Whyatica City, where he grew up..He wanted to be home again very badly, but he remembered he still had 3 years left in his military service. He continued to pick vegetables with glee..


At the beach, the Elite Jihadi who so daringly charged an enemy tank solo took a large caliber machine gun bullet to his left shoulder, tearing it open..He ignored the burning, stabbing pain in his shoulder and continued to advance towards it..A second bullet hit his leg, and he fell to the ground. He pulled himself back up, and slowly continued to advance to his target, painfully..
A third bullet hit him directly in his heart, and he fell to the ground, never to get back up..His family sword, encrusted in jewels with the family symbol on it, never to be seen again..

Greene Vallie, Rulerz Utopia

The farmers fired rapidly. Some were shot down at once.

Old James Rayne fell down, blood flowing from his arm. "Goddammit!" he hollered. "You're not takin' meh alive!" he called out, and grabbed his rifle, shooting some soldiers before someone finally took him out for being so annoying. Others came down too, some already dead before they touched the ground.

Marche Limpele was not happy. After the soldiers had left, he had locked his door. Now, more soldiers claimed his door...by knocking it down! What nerve of these youngin's these days!

He marched downstairs, and shook his fist at them.

"Goddamn Whyaticans!" he cried, seeing their uniforms. "Git the fuck outta my house! I paid for this! I built it myself! Git outta here!" he hollered loudly. His face was red and his eyes raged with an inner fire. He grabbed for his rifle, hanging on the wall. He pointed at the soldiers. "Git out!!!" he yelled.
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Rulerz Utopia Beach

The tanks creapt along slowly, shooting any living soldier they saw. Let no one live...was their order. They would fight to death and die fighting.

Of of them exploded. The one following close behind was caught in the explosion and exploded too. Surrounding soldiers were killed instantly.

Greene Vallie
The fight was not going so well for the group in the apple grove; half of them had perished already, and out of the ones remaining, many had injuries. They continued to fire, and one man saw a farmer fall out of a tree and hit the ground with a loud thump.

"They're in the trees! Concentrate fire on the top of the trees!"

So they did, they began to concentrate their fire around the tops of the trees, with hopes as taking down as many Utopian Army regulars as they possibly could.

In Marche Limpele's house, the soldiers saw him go for his rifle, and all 5 soldiers brought their assault rifles pointing to his head, and said in the best English they possibly could, "Drop the weapon, sir, or we will shoot..."

Rulerz Utopia Task Force Fleet

The beach landing had taken far too long, enemy mechanized resistance had slowed them down. On the bridge of the Georgia, the Grand Admiral said,

"Launch all the attack helicopters...Order them to hunt down enemy cells at the beach, and to begin general scouting around the area. I have reports a makeshift helipad has been constructed at the landing site, so they will have a refueling area."

20 minutes later, several "Viking" attack helicopters launched from their bays on the ships of the fleet, and sped off towards the battlezone of the Utopian Beach.

Rulerz Utopia Beach
Several soldiers were cut down by heavy machinegun fire, but still more continued to hurl hand grenades, fire rockets, and generally attempt to destroy the Utopian tanks.

The heavy tanks had switched tactics now and were staying in place, becoming massive fixed targets for the Utopian tanks while the lighter, faster "Tiger" tanks attempted to outflank the enemies. There wasn't much hope for the defenders now...

Rulerz Utopia Beach

The remaining Utopian forces were drained out. The Whyatican invaders had won. At least for then. Whatever people still lived put up a less than feeble attempt to attack the soldiers. The tanks creaked and fell apart. The soldiers in them fell from shots fired by the Whyaticans.

A handful of soldiers hid. A whole bunch of soldiers...All that was left...was a handful.

Alie Opaleyes's Headquarters, Rulerz Utopia

Alie glanced at her computer. She kicked Thom off and was playing some space alien invaders game. You Lose! flashed across the screen.

Thom smirked. "Alie, your troops have been depleted at the beach. Barely anyone is fighting back. You lose Round 1."

"You're not there, how do you know?" she shot back.

"Because I can see the outcome a mile away." he shot back. She glared.

"Well, hate to tell you this, but we're more than a mile away from the beach Einstein."

"I was being sarcastic!" he said incredulously. "Don't you get sarcasm?!" he asked. Alie nodded.

"I know what you mean, you oversized turd." She glanced at him. "Might as well tell em already that you have spies out hidden at the beach or just keeping contact with one of those reporters out there." she said dully. "I saw your receiver earlier."

He grimaced. "Yeah, I've got one the reporters telling me everything." he said loudly. She glared. "You want more? Okay, I'm planning on writing a book on the great successes and not-so-great successes of Rulerz Utopia. It's been my dream to write something like this since childhood." he said dreamily. Alie didn't know whether to believe him for sounding so childish or kick him out for being an idiot at a time like this.

"What next?" she asked.
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Greene Vallie, Rulerz Utopia

Marche Limpele was growing angry. "I said GIT OUT GODDAMMIT!" he yelled loudly again. They were invading his country...invading his house...and they dared point rifles at his goddamn head!? He was going to show them. He cocked his gun and shot one of the soldiers.

He wouldn't be walking out of the house alive today...

Apple Groves

The farmers shot at the Whyaticans non-stop. They were not letting them go.

Someone ordered them to shoot at the top of the trees. They moved down to the center as holes were blasted off the top leaves. Some slower ones fell. But they too took some Whyaticans with them.

Most of them refused to have any Whyaticans leave the grove alive. The ones too far away from where the soldiers were, moved through trees like monkeys and shot the Whyatican soldiers one at a time. They were having fun....somewhat...

The first team of Wolf Brigade were ready, They were sat in several Black SUV's a few blocks down from the Sultans palace...

Meanwhile the Second team were ready to go, Their VTOL was preparing to take off, the two pilots, Capitol Police Pilots from the Kraven Air Korpz powered the crafts engines, slowly they took to the air, both VTOLS, their large caliber assault cannons were locked and loaded and now both VTOLS were on route towards the Sultans Palace....

The VTOLS flew low, the pilots expertly flying them in between the tall buildings, literaly hopping over powerlines and dodgeing past lamp posts... their quad Ramjet engines roared in protest as the pilots pushed them harder and faster.....

The Sultans Palace was ahead as the two craft pulled up, The Pilots Visors began picking up Enemy IFF signals and one by one the Visor processed them into the Flight computers Targeting system...

The First Pass was made...

The Vtols roared overhead, their Assault Cannons immeadiatly opening Fire on the CIWS that were stationed around the Sultans palace...

Once they were dispatched with, the Second Team would deploy onto the Roof and gain entry through the Windows...

But at the same time, the first team leaped over the wall, using Ziplines and scaling the wall, Each trooper picked his target well then crouching low and approaching they fired at each of the Sultans guards with expert accuracy, each trooper knew what to do and each trooper was perfectly in time with the others....

However the three Agents were busy as well, They'd been to the Ministers house, while he was in the government building and gathered intel on his life...

Before hand however the Ministers staff had all been summary Executed and their bodies dumped in a local river before the Agents headed off into the City, This was just to ensure the Servants didn't get any ideas about helping or Informing the Minister of the Plans....

The Sultans Guards however were still under orders to allow The Agents into the house, then once inside they were persuaded to co-operate... The Lives of their families at risk....

The Black Car had been into the City and brought with them, the Ministers two Brothers and Sister.... they were bound and gagged in the back of the Car as the Two Agents returned to the ministers house....

Once inside the house they were locked inside a large cupboard where the Agents would present them to the Minister at their lesiure....

This was a little bit of Insurance on the Corporations part....

Palace of the Sultan
The expert fire of the Kraven Corporation's VTOLS had disabled 7 of the 10 CIWS systems in the Sultan's palace, but the 3 remaining systems locked on and opened fire with a vengeance. They sent a veritable wall of lead towards the Kraven attackers, hoping that they would land some hits..

Meanwhile, because the automatic CIWS systems had been activated, the alarm sounded in the Sultan's complex, setting all guards to extreme alertness and disrupting the Sultan Al-Na'ib Whyatica's beauty sleep.

He awoke to the sound of blaring alarms, sounding "INTRUDER ALERT". He grabbed his ceremonial scimitar, and his powerful custom-built rifle, and unlocked the trap door to his underground bunker. The biometric system worked perfectly, unlatching the air seal with a hiss. The Sultan sheathed his sword onto his belt, looped his rifle around his neck, and stepped foot onto the first rung of the ladder. He climbed down several steps, and pulled the trap door shut, and locked it, reestablishing the air seal.

The guards went to high alert, watching for any figures in the darkness, and all those soldiers outside put night vision goggles on, watching for attackers..
A guard saw a fellow guard get shot down by a Brigadesman, and he immediately opened fire on the enemy soldiers.

Ten of the guards outside had been killed by enemy fire, but now the Whyaticans were ready for the attackers...

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The Wolfbrigade continued to sweep into the Compound, their optical mags picking up the soldiers in the darkness perfectly, each Brigadesman used expert firing patterns and bursts of fire to bring down a soldier, once the kill was confirmed, they would move on..

The Sultans guards were using standard assault rifles and standard ammunition, to be truely effective against the Armour of the Wolf brigade, Amour Peircing rounds should be used, But the Sultans guards rounds simply pattered off the armour plating, Leaving the Wolf Brigade unscathed, Sweeping through the grounds, this elite unit continued their bloody slaughter...

Meanwhile the VTOLS had come round for another run, when the CIWS opened fire, Jinking the craft, the Vtols parted and at the same time opened fire with a second volley, their assault cannons going to work on the remaining CIWS....

Palace of the Sultan
The rounds ricocheting off the Wolf Brigades armor, the outer guards switched tactics. The CIWS systems were changed to manual from the inner sanctum, and they aimed towards a pair of Wolf Brigadesmen and managed to loose several 30mm rounds in his direction prior to being destroyed by a second pass of the assault VTOLs.

The outer guards laid down supressive fire as the inner guards set up sandbag fortifications and a makeshift machine gun nest inside...They felt they were prepared, as the inside soldiers switched to AP rounds in their rifles.

The outside guards began to pull back to the inner area of the Palace, as they did not want to be out in the open against a superior enemy. Nevertheless, scores of them were cut down by enemy fire as their own fire was ineffective.

An outer guard radioed the inside sanctum saying, "The attackers are using an assault VTOL to hit us hard! We need air support n-" He couldn't quite finish, as a Wolf Brigade bullet sliced through his throat and he died.

Two "Viking" attack helicopters were scrambled from a nearby airbase and sent to assess the situation, and an "Axim" Air Superiority Fighter was being loaded and prepared for launch..The Wolf Brigade would not be allowed to escape..


Rulerz Utopia
At the beach, as soon as the last Utopian soldier fell to the ground, hundreds of thousands more soldiers poured into transport boats and prepared to make their landing..The entire Legion would land before the army continued to their next major destination..

The Octagon. The most powerful military base in Rulerz Utopia, it was the Legion's next destination. Bound to have thousands of soldiers, tanks, and artillery, this would be a major task for the Legion to take. However, if it fell, the Legion would have a nice base for striking out at the capital city.

Hordes of soldiers that the Utopians viewed as barbarians disgorged from thousands of boats, and the whirring of helicopters was heard as airdrops of supplies were made..More ammunition, food, water, the necessities of a moving army.

They prepared to make their stabbing blow to the heart of Rulerz Utopia...


Greene Vallie, Rulerz Utopia
Inside the house of Marche Limpele, a soldier took a hit in his left shoulder with a high-caliber hunting bullet and fell to the ground, bleeding profusely. His comrade soldiers, having exhausted all attempts at diplomacy, simply opened fire on him...

In the apple groves, a daring soldier got up, threw a hand grenade into the trees, and ate a bullet..quite literally. He fell to the ground as quickly as he stood up..

The entire group had been killed at this point..The destroyed radios buzzing and whirring as the scout group commander wanted to know their status..

With the other scout group, the commander continued to try the radios to find their status.

"Command to scoutgroup green, repeat, Command to Green. Over."
When no response came, a soldier climbed to the top of a tall tree and used binoculars to scout the area. He saw the dead scoutgroup, and saw a farmer in a tree with a rifle.

"Commander, there are army men in the trees, Green's been ambushed!"

"Any survivors, Private?"

"None from what it seems."

"Alright...Command to all remaining scout groups - Green has been destroyed, all scout groups back to the carriers, we're going back to the beach..Over."

"Roger, Command. We're coming. Over." another scout said through his radio.

That call was echoed several times, as the remaining 100 men went to their VTOLs to leave the bodies of their comrades..They weren't equipped to fight a full scale conflict at this tiny town, nor were they going to..

Green Vallie, Rulerz Utopia

The farmers rejoiced happily, sliding back to ground level.

Their eyebrows beaded with sweat, smiles playing over everyones face, they marched home, singing Ol' MacDonald. Their families heard, but none of them came out.

Marche Limpele lay on the ground. His head was left no more than a bloody stump. His face...no more...His head might as well have been blown off...well...indeed...it had ben blown off...Blood oozed from his neck. His hand was clutching his own rifle. They would not find him until the week after.

Alie Opaleyes's Headquarters, Rulerz Utopia

Thom stared silently at nothing. "What?" Alie asked curiously.

"They've got lots of soldiers on our beaches." he said quietly.

"So?" Alie asked impatiently.

"That means we have to counter them...while they're disembarking off hteir ships...We have to get them while they're unprepared." he said.

Alie stared. "How much is this?"

"My source tells me over...thousands...hundreds of thousands..." he closed his eyes.

"Well? We've got more!" she told him exasperatedly. "We've got millions!"

"And what experience do they have Alie Opaleyes of Rulerz Utopia?" Silence. "Quality is better than quality..." he said. Alie glared.

"Oh, right...if there was one soldier who knew how to ight a war, and 500 who didn't, who would overpower the other?" she demanded.

"True Alie, but you forget...these troops are pretty much evenly matched. It's just a matter of time before they figure out how to tip everything in their favor." he pointed out. Alie thought for a moment.

"Okay...well...let's just tip them in our favor now." she said. "We'll just attack them while they're not ready..." she said.

"Good idea. How'd you think of that?" he asked sarcastically.
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The Octagon

The head and founder of Rulerz Utopia's Octagon was the first military general of Rulerz Utopia's police force. Soon, his military greatness was spread and they all just decided to start an army on instinct and "Country Spirit".

He died over 200 years ago.

The people working there were all work, no play kind of people. No one joked. There were no donuts. Caffeine was a given. They barely spoke unless they needed a pencil or had a question or discussed something. No one listened to the radio for music. Rap, country, pop--That stuff was all nothing compared to their job.

There were tanks on an outer level and lots of soldiers. Plenty of scouts. Each about two miles away from eachother, making an arc of about 20 miles away from the Octagon. They were told to report anything suspicious they saw immediately. Even Alie Opaleyes would not have as much protection.

Inside, more than 5000 cameras were in place. How they kept track of each and every one of them was a mystery, but no one questioned it.

Exactly 600 computers were in use every day of the year, twenty-four hours a day, 7 days a week, 8 hours a day. Exactly 725 people were in the building at a time.

Each year, no more than 5 people were hired, and no more than 5 retired or was fired. They kept a continuous amount of people. Everyone wore military uniforms or business suits. Over 3000 phone calls a day reporting international incidents were recorded down. Some were listening to tapped phone lines. Illegal, yes, but there was no other way they could stop treachery in time. So much was interfered with by the Rulerz Utopian Octagon, but no one knew it was them. Usually, it was just an 'anonymous tip'. No one was the wiser.

Lille Brown was now the head of the Octagon. Lille had the biggest office. There was air conditioning, heating, bathroom, fridge, everything.

Lille had 3 private lines, and 57 public ones. So when one of her private lines went off, she looked at it confused. Only 2 calls came a year, estimated, and that was just Alie Opaleyes asking for help when she couldn't open a pickle jar.

"Hello?" Lille called into the receiver. She listened to the voice on the other end. "Okay, will do boss!" she said, and hung up.

She dialed her secretary and gave her a message to put over the PA system. Her secretary obliged, and said her message promptly.

"Attention: Troops Jaded Jaguar, White Weasels, Blissful Bear, and Soaring Seagulls, you have new orders. Stop whatever you're doing. I want you to split yourselves eaqually in half and attack with one group at the coast and leave one as back-up. You will stop the invading Whyatican troops from getting any farther than the coast. I don't want to hear that they surpass you.

I am allowing you 300 tanks to stop their incoming soldiers. Move out now. You have no more than...two hours to get there and stop them and come back. Mission Briefing over."

Lille sat back and sighed.
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Jaded Jaguar, White Weasels, Blissful Bear, and Soaring Seagulls were one of the more elite soldiers of the Octagon. They were sent when there was absolute chaos. They heeded their head and split themselves into two groups. Within 15 mintues, their tanks roared over Rulerz Utopia's highways and headed towards the beach.

OOC: Sorry Whyatica for neglecting this rp. I will post, but I have other rps and RL issues to take care of.

OOC: Well, Southeastasia, you can help my nation set up elections after Kraven removes the Sultan if you so desire..Kraven..your turn :p

The VTOL's made another attack run, Their assault cannons carving up the ground below in a torrent of fire and lead, Below the three remaining CIWS opened fire, tracking the VTOLS on their approach, The Pilots however were well aware of these weapons and as they opened fire, both Vtols Banked hard pulling away from each other in a wide V shape...

Once they had avoided the barrage of lead, the assault cannons swung around and laid down another carpet of lead....

The Second Team however now being neatly deposited onto the roof Via Zipline were now preparing to decend into the lower levels, each Trooper checked and locked their weapons while at the same time, other troopers prepared ziplines with which they would swing down and cascade into the rooms below through the windows...

In the Grounds things weren't going as smoothly as planned, the CIWS had been turned on the Wolf Brigade mear moments before the Vtols had opened fire on them during their second run...

Two Wolf Brigadesmen lay dead, heavily wounded by these weapons....

Still expertly the Team pushed on, using their optical sights to clear the grounds around the palace, Smoke grenades, Frags and White Phosphorus were used to confuse and maim enemy soldiers, before the Wolf Brigade swept in to sweep up any survivors...

Despite acceptable losses, everything was going as planned....

Palace of the Sultan
Two Wolf Brigadesmen down...48 to go. That was the situation as the Sultan's Palace was being besieged by unknown hostiles, and outer guards were being gunned down by the half-dozen at a time. A sniper quickly set up shop in a window facing the outside of the Palace, loaded a heavy armor-piercing round into his rifle, aimed for the neck of a Brigadesman, and fired.

The assault VTOLs, unopposed now, raked the CIWS systems with glee, and they went up in great balls of fire..

But, reinforcements: An "Axim" air superiority fighter came streaking through the night, targetting an assault VTOL with heavy AAM missiles and its 30mm autocannon.
It was only facing a VTOL, after all, and this fighter was made to control the skies..AAM missiles pierced through the air as they screamed towards the offending Kraven assault VTOL..

The inner sanctum defenses were ready; heavy doors were sealed, machinegun nests set up, sniper posts set, and every man was loaded with armor-piercing rounds..

Office of the Ministry
The alarm buzzed with alert; the Palace of the Sultan was under attack, and all Ministers and their staff had to evacuate the Ministry and return to their homes, since security felt an attack was imminent.

The Minister Aziz Afnan quickly boarded his helicopter with two armed guards, each armed with heavy AP assault rifles, and flew towards his house..

Ten minutes later, he successfully made it, and his guards opened the door..
The Minister walked into his living room only to see the Agents sitting there..

"...W-what do you want from me?" he asked, now visibly shaking..

Ministers House: Whyatica

"Good Morning Minister...." spoke the first Agent, who was currently sat in the ministers favourite chair...

"We have decided Minister.... to bring the Repayment forward a little..."

He paused adjusting his glasses...

"As Per our Agreement.."

"As you should be aware, Our Wolf Brigade are currently completeing our side of the Deal..."

"And Minister... you should also be aware, Two Helicopters and an Air Superiority Fighter has just been Scrambled to intercept our Forces... Do you care to explain?.... Minister" The Agent stopped awaiting for the visibly shaken Minister to begin...

The Other Two agents had stood up and were now flanking the Minister, their large and imposing forms bearing down upon him.....

Estate of Minister Aziz Afnan

"W-well...about that air cover.." the Minister stuttered out,

"Unknown air signatures caught over the Sultan's palace..W-with reports of attacks..The commanding air force official at Ff-fort Nassei commanded the forces out to investigate..I-i-i didn't-t send them, I swear.." He said very rapidly..He was scared to death of the Agents, and he didn't want to imagine what would happen to him if they were...unsatisfied with his answer..

The Lead agent became visibly Angry, his usual calm demenour suddenly changed, his Fists clenched tightly but still resting on the arms of the chair...

"Don't fuck with us Minister... " The Two other Agents had left the room now, leaving the Minister alone with the First Agent...

"There was only you who Knew about this deal...Minister..."

"You Obviously Decided against ordering the Military to withdraw... Didn't you Minister?"

"H-honestly..I d-didn't know..." he blubbered out, as the Agents appeared to be on the verge of shooting Minister Aziz Afnan where he sat..

"The j-job of guard duty isn't my responsibility..It's all relegated to the security division of Fort Nassei...they gave the order, I didn't...I can't rescind it..It would look too suspicious....."

The Agent was still angry... but still, once again oozed the calm that he was...

"You don't understand Minister...."

"We... Are... law" The Agent spoke while leaning forward and gesturing behind the Minister...

when the Minister turns around he will be greeted by a scene that would shake him to the core...

The Two Agents had returned... and before them knelt the Ministers two brothers and his sister in law... they were all bound and gagged, the Woman in typical persian clothing sobbed through the gag, her black hair was being held by one of the Agents, forcing her head back to look directly at the minister...

The Two brothers kneeling side by side with their heads facing the floor, the other agent Was stood behind them, his hands clasped together infront of him...

One of the brothers looked over at his wife who was visibly distraught...

The Minister, already a fragile minded man at this point, just lost control. He screamed at the top of his lungs, "GUARDS! SHOOT THE AGENTS!"

He pulled his personal .380 pistol, aimed at the face of one of the agents holding his relatives, and pulled the trigger...

Half a dozen guards armed with assault rifles began to run from the outside of the estate towards the inside..

As soon as the Minister Shouted for the Guards and pulled his pistol on the other agent, Letting a round go that caught the Third Agent in the shoulder, the Agent barely flinched as the round struck his arm... The Minister was such a poor shot for a nervous wreck..., Quickly The Agent pulled out his Silenced .50cal Desert Eagle and placed a round squarely into the Ministers chest....

The Guards no doubt were on their way, and Already the two agents had shot the Ministers two Brothers and his Sister in law....

Standing up the Agent looked down at the Corpse...

"We... Are.... Law"

"The Guards will be comming.... Kill them All"

The Other two agents nodded then Left the room, The Guards being caught unaware wouldn't expect Two agents to come after them....

The guards stormed into the house, and they saw two Agents in the hallway..
The Agents raised their .50 cal pistols, and fired, ripping through two soldiers and injuring another one. The soldiers immediately took whatever cover was available and returned fire using their 5.56mm assault rifles...

The Minister laid bleeding on the floor profusely..The shot had no directly impacted his heart, but it came close..

The Lead Agent bent over him, and said to the dying Minister,

"We are law..."

The Agent placed a foot onto the Wrist of the minister, preventing from raising his pistol once more...


"Any last words... before we Turn this beautiful Nation of yours into.... A Kraven Slave State?" The Agent paused occasionaly to emphasise the point to his words.... even when faced with a dying man, The Agent was cool, calm and uncaring...

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Outside the Two Agents trained to fight in all sorts of situations Side stepped into two alcoves... occasionaly leaning out to fire at Soldiers that exposed themselves...

then together the two Moved out towards the Soldier, striding with great steps towards the soldier, their two Silenced Desert eagles held out...

One Soldier popped up out from behind a Couch and opened fire... their round strafing the chest of both Agents... their was a clatter as rounds ricoched off the chest plates... beneath their white shirt was CP Chest plate armour, strong enough to stop a 7.62mm Round...

The Two Agents immeadiatly opened fire hitting the soldier in the chest and forehead, taking him off his feet and his corpse collapsing to the ground...

for the first time one of the Agents spoke... in the same tone almost as the lead Agent...

"I'd Put that gun down.... and you'll walk away from here with your life... and a Job..."

The soldier dropped his gun, and said in his native tongue of Farsi,
[OOC: Translated to English since I don't speak Farsi]
"Allah save my soul..."

He was now completely at the mercy of the two Agents..

The dying Minister Aziz Afnan spat blood at the Kraven Agent, and he whispered out,

"You bastard..."

He died in a pool of his own blood..

The Lead Agent simply smiled back at the Minister before walking away... safe in the knowledge that in 24 hours, Whyatica would be in Kraven Hands...



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"You Didn't see anything here today did you soldier?"

The Agent spoke, Still pointing his Desert Eagle at his chest....

"It was an Ordinary day and nothing Happened... did it?"


The Other Agent joined the two outside, all three bearing down on this lone soldier....

The lead Agent turned to the Third Agent, and gave him his orders...

"Go... Prepare the Government for the Transition.... Ensure the Military of Whyatica are soley in our hands... if you need to Destroy all Whyaticas General staff and we'll install our Own Staff... However that is time consuming... We would like to Minimise Human Casualties during the Transition as much as possible.... "

"What of the Command Relay and The High Command?" The Agent responded...

"They are aware of the... 'Transition'..."

"Very well... I shall see to it at Once"

"We will wait here Incase anything.... 'Arises'..."

With that said, the third agent left the building to complete his orders.....

The Wolf Brigade on the roof were ready, One By one the Decended down the zipline until they came to the first window, Logicaly the Sultans Penthouse bedroom....

Each Trooper Pushed off the wall then using the momentum and their weight cascaded through the windows, Smashing into the Sultans bedroom, immediatly their was surpressive fire from the Team as the entered the Room...

The Other side of the Building the Team had entered another room, the Front room so to speak of the Sultans penthouse suite....

agains their was Surpressive fire as they entered...

Below the Team one continued as plan, advancing towards the building and keeping a surpressive fire going, targeting enemy soldiers and positions... a sniper took out a Trooper, his body span and landed with a heavy thump, but immeadiatly the Sniper had exposed himself and the Wolf Brigade returned fire with vengence...

The Two Vtols now headed away from the Palace... just as one was hit by a Missile... the explosion was bright and fire rained down below, but these assault Vtols were litteraly Flying tanks and the blast was absorbed by the armour plating....

Immeadiatly, ECMS were activated and the two craft split off, heading as fast as possible for the Coast line, Using their ability to fly lower than the offending craft and travel low, between the buildings of the city....

The Agents had a better idea than leaving all the information gathering to the third Agents; They decided to interrogate the captured soldier.

Agent 1 pointed his high-caliber rifle at the left ear of their captive and said,
"Tell me....What do you know about the Whyatican military structure?"

With not much more prodding than that, the soldier spilled the beans.

"The final word in the military is the Sultan, he has..or had...the supreme authority over the military, and nobody could rescind his orders..." He said.

"Continue..."

"The next highest officer was the Minister...keyword was..."

"Then the Army is divided into four division generals, each of which command several legions...Each legion is divided into battalions, and so on and so forth."

"The Navy is commanded by a Grand Admiral which rotates every two years.. The two fleet groups are commanded by Grand Admirals, and whenever the fleet is divided the commanding officer is the commanding officer on the largest capital ship.."

"The Air Force is set up so it's led by the most experience flight commander..."

"All of this is irrelevant..The higher-ups in the military love leaders with strong foreign policies, which I'm sure you guys have...You shouldn't have any troubles..."

He prayed the Agents would accept this as satisfactory...

Sultan's Bunker
The Sultan Al-Na'ib Whyatica was now in a state of panic..His elite guard assaulted, his fortified palace under attack, and he was racking his brain to figure out who was perpetrating this most heinous of crimes...Treason..

Rulerz Utopia. They must be doing this.. the Sultan thought.

"I have the nuclear launch codes here...I'll end their miserable lives with the push of a button.." the Sultan murmured to himself.

He went over to a panel, unlatched it using the biometric entrance, and stared at the proverbial keyed glass box..He looked on his keyring for the bright green key that's for nuclear launches...

It wasn't on the ring...

Oh shit... the Sultan thought.

"I left it..It's in my bedroom..."

He rushed past his guards, who were attempting to physically restrain the Sultan from leaving the safety of the bunker.

"NO! RELEASE ME AT ONCE! I MUST DESTROY THE UTOPIAN DEVILS.."

"Sultan, we cannot let you leave the bunker.." a guard said

"NO! RELEASE ME OR I SHALL BEHEAD YOU WHERE YOU STAND!"

"Sultan, this is for your own good.." another guard said.

The guard smashed the Sultan on the back of his head with a powerful blow, enough to knock him out. They dragged his unconscious body to another room, sealed him in, and set up guard around the only entrance to the bunker...

The outer sanctum of the Palace had fallen. The sniper who managed to kill a Kraven devil-man took three shots, one of which to the throat, and he simply fell out of his window and hit the ground with a sickening thud.

Sandbags, cinder blocks, everything the inner defense needed was set..They were unaware of the second team attacking the penthouse as of yet..

In the inner sanctum of the Palace, a security officer watching cameras cursed to himself. The Sultan would not permit cameras in his penthouse suite, as he did not want to be....disturbed...

An officer left the sanctum with another guard covering his rear, they advanced towards the penthouse suite with uneasy looks...

In the air battle, a bright explosion lit up the skies..The Axim pilot assumed he had downed the VTOL, and he gained altitude, looking for any signs of either VTOL, but the ECM systems had come on and it was nearly impossible to find them without satellite intelligence, which had not begun to track the Sultan's palace yet....

The Grounds were clear, and now the Wolf Brigade advanced on the building, Approaching cautiously, crouched low with weapons ready, they moved quickly and silently, Once reaching the building, The Windows were put out with a sharp rifle butt to the glass, then using CS Gas grenades, the building was flooded with Tear Gas, something the Wolf Brigade with Gas Masks were immune to...

One Trooper moved up to the Main door, and placed a Chunk of C12 against the main frame of the door, then moving clear of the blast radius, Detonated it, Smoke, splinters and fire licked and was flung from the now gaping hole...

Immediatly several Flash bangs were rolled into the hallway, Disorientating the Defenders inside, then switching to Thermal Vision, the Troopers Entered, the Hazy smoke, the Fires, the CS gas and the flash bangs all added to the confusion... then Like Deamons striding from the very gates of hell, the Glowing red eyes of these Beasts peirced the smoke and haze as they strode through into the Hall, their Assault rifles raised, the Thermal imagry picking out each soldier perfectly, as each trooper took his shot....

Upstairs, the Troopers had moved on, Kicking down the Sultans door with a heavy armoured boot, the two guards that had moved up were now greated with a Red Eyed monstrositiy, these beasts of pure War and Metal, advanced upon them, their Assault rifles raised and clattering away like some unholy symphony....

This was what the Wolf Brigade Excelled at... Close Quater Battles

There was mass panic in the front of the Palace of the Sultan;

The Wolf Brigadesmen were there...The massive explosion tore through the reinforced door like it wasn't there. They threw tear gas, smoke grenades, flashbang, everything they possibly could to confuse and kill the Whyatican defenders.

Some soldiers were wearing NBC suits in preparation for a chemical attack, and they aimed for the faintly glowing red eyes of the Wolf Brigade with their AP rifles...

A soldier in an NBC suit shoved a choking, coughing soldier away from a .50 caliber machine gun, trained it on the front of the building, and began the process known as "spray-and-pray." He knew there would be friendly fire casualties in the process; indeed, two soldiers were hit in the back by machine-gun rounds, but he continued to fire towards the glowing red targets..

The massive blast of the C12 explosion knocked most of the fortifications over, burying a man in concrete chunks and sandbags..He could not pull himself out..He grabbed his sidearm, aimed at what he thought was his head, and pulled the trigger..Better to die because of his own decision than the decision of these inhumans...

Ten soldiers out of the front fifty were dead, and there were only more to come...

The 50cal Opened fire, raking the first Wolfbrigade to enter with heavy fire, the Rounds pattered off his armour, until its integrity was compromised and the trooper fell to the ground his body riddled with bullets...

The Others instantly the 50cal opened fire, moved to the Sides of the Entrance, taking up defensive positions, Soldiers ducked behind walls took carefully aimed shots at the Gunner, using the thermal Optics to locate his position...

Once he Was Dispatched with they entire Team would move in and clear up,

Meanwhile upstairs, the second team now worked their way down the building, Room by room, executing anyone they came across...

The machine-gunner took several high-velocity bullets to the chest..He aimed for another wolf brigadesman, let out another burst, and fell over off the staircase he was positioned on, landing on top of what he believed was a hostile..

There was virtually nobody left alive in the Palace of the Sultan, for the gas assault had killed all the civilians who work there. Most of the soldiers who stood guard were dead to either bullets or gas, and the front hall was failing under the withering attack.

The Wolf Brigade continued to open doors to find nothing but dead men...

The Mission was nearly complete, with most of the Defenders dead or Dying, the Wolf Brigade began to Mop up, clearing rooms and ensuring that any corpses stayed dead...

Immediatly they had assertained the Sultan was not present among the dead, and Sonar Mapping had brough to their attention the shaft that led down to a Bunker deep within the bowls of the Earth...

The Second team moved back up into the sultans room, from where the Shaft Began, the armoured door was no obstacle to the Wolf Brigade and an ample amount of C4 was placed against the Door to gain entry...

Leaving the room the C4 was detonated with a loud Thump....

The C4 blast ripped the trap door frame off it's hinges with ease, leaving a shaft with no ladder for the Wolf Brigadesmen to jump down.. This was the last defense for the Sultan, for surely the score of Wolf Brigade could defeat the ten guards the Sultan had inh his bunker..

The Ladder of the trapdoor shaft had been removed as the guards came down, so that it would be that much more difficult for invaders to attack..A fifteen foot straight drop would be very painful for the most hardy of men..

The First Trooper looked down the shaft, the ladder had gone, Sitting on the edge of the Rim, placed his armoured boots against the corners then, let himself drop down, using his muscular strength to control his decent, lowered himself to the bottom...

Once in the bottom he was greeted by a 10 by 10 Room, shortly afterwards the rest of his team followed behind, One of the Troopers flipped the control pannel of the Door and began to alter the controls and locking procedures, he spent several minutes doing so, while the rest of the Team prepared Tear Gas and Flashbangs, as well as a white phosphorus Grenade for added measure....

The Wolf Brigadesman continued to fiddle with the gutted biometrics panel, and suddenly a bright shower of sparks and smoke came out of the panel.

The Wolf Brigade had tripped the defensive mechanism of the panel, and shorted it out. It would now not open, even from the inside..

The men inside the bunker now had a few moments to prepare, as an alert inside the bunker had warned them that the door security had been triggered and the biometrics panel had been shorted..