NationStates Jolt Archive

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IC:
Camp Hyley Ysegalu
30 minutes after the attacks

Admiral Dukosavich paced back and forth, while Commander Miles added up the casualties.

“Sir, we have 18 dead and 22 critically injured. And that is just Northern Sushi’s personnel alone.”

“Oh my gosh. What will we tell the families? This is a classified project. Most of our ministers don’t even know about this.”

An enlisted man enters the room.

“Sir, we have captured two tourists exploring in the forest alone. What do we do with them? They are citizens of our nation, from the east coast.”

The answer from Admiral Dukosavich was a short and simple one, “Kill them.”

Executive Chambers
Capital City

King Alex the Wise walked in and sat at the head of the table. Already sitting at the table were Joshua Milcamos, the Minister of Technology, and General Hailey Zarrees, the Minister of Defence. General Hailey Zarrees briefs the king.

“King Alex, we have a problem.”

“What is it, I’m listening.”

“Our space program has been-”

Joshua chimes in, “infiltrated.”

“Well as I am the king, I think we need to get the other nations here as well. All the nations involved in our program. I want to meet with someone. Also, put the nation on a high security alert, but because the space program is a secret to our people, we must not make them panic.”

President Israel Azarillas turned on the comm screen in his office.

Comm link 10%...50%...100%...Connection with Northern Sushi achieved

Israel's countenance was grim. " King Alex, I was told you requested a meeting, something about trouble with the space program. I was hoping this would be another achievement in N Y C's long history of encouraging international cooperation. It is also, mind you, a major investment of ours, the communication sattelites and rocketry alone cost us millions. So, it appears we have some trouble , do we not?"

The message is received by a secretary instead of the king.

“King Alex is in the war room in the basement. He has requested that all nations involved in Hyley Ysegalu send diplomatic representation as soon as possible. It is urgent. If you would like the King can arrange transport for your nation to Capital City.”

"There will be no need of that sir. An N Y C Air jet will be sent with Special Ambassador Al-Khadir. It should arrive in..." he quickly calculated in his head, "4 1/2 hours. In the meantime, I really must be filled in as to what the problem is."

“Sir I am sorry to inform you that the war room is cut off from all communication, and is sealed from within when it is occupied. I am afraid I have no idea what has happened, but I can confirm that the king went down there with the ministers of Technology and Defense.”

He sighed. The Northern Sushians were allies, but not the closest of friends. Thus, they remained a bit of a mystery to the average N Y Cian. Many times, President Israel had brought up his objections to the ways Northern Sushi asked nations to join its commonwealth. He didn't necessarily dislike the commonwealth itself, as all nations were free to enter such pacts in his mind, but the fact that Northen Sushi refused to give anyone aid unless they joined it...he viewed that as dispicable. N Y C, by contrast, never had any motives in giving help except the knowledge they had bettered the world. Nevertheless, Northern Sushi WAS a key partner, and he bore no ill will to them on any other subject.

"Very well, have him contact me as soon as possible."

"We will."

The secretary pushes a large red button on his desk. All of a sudden, a flashing strobe goes off all throughout the building.

The large metal vault door to the war room opens and the king quickly steps out and heads to his office on the upper level. The king enters his office and sees the secretary push the large red button, which he is doing for the second time. The secretary begins to talk to the king.

“It seems N Y C contacted us sir.”

“Ok. Get me N Y C back on the monitor.”

“Yes, right away sir.”

Yes....Yes......ok, I will tell the Ministry.

The Secretary replaced the heavy black reciever and stood up.
The line was cut instantly by the automated process. Nobody should have been able to intercept it now.

The room he was sat in was one of many; a small one, a desk, a chair a cabinet and a window, though it was still about 9' by 8'.
The oak finishings made it look imposing, and the deep red of the flag sat in the corner even more.

But this room held more than to the eye. This room, like the others, was the one from which the Secretary of the External Ministry worked. Most calls, the paperwork, the faxes, emails, anything was processed here.
Technically in the encoding room below, where information was stored and sent safely and internally. But the man above controlled it all.

He picked up the badge from the table and walked very precisely to the door. The brass doorknob was slightly warm, after earlier when he went to the water dispenser.
It creaked a metalic noise when it turned, and gave a stisfying thud, like that of a rifle. A clean, cut crack.

The corridor to the Heads office seemed to be longer than yesterday. The deep red carpet, the banners on the colomns the small tables with busts and plants. All kept the overpowering sense of authoritory and control.
The dark green of the guards uniforms, the cold carbon fibre machine guns held at their breast. He could feel it, and smell it and taste it.

Now finally he had reached the end, the door that everything in this complex led to.

The door was similar to his, only the name plaque was not.

Minister, we have a situation in Northern Sushi.

President Azarillas smiled slightly at having reached the King. He was starting to get a little annoyed.
"Well? What's going on?"

OOC: I think we should speed this up a bit, and maybe get The Black Katanas and the Greys onboard now.

The king pulls the receiver up to his ear.

"It seems that Camp Hyley Ysegalu has been infiltrated. I will be sending the CIZ to find out exactly who is responsible for this. The CIZ will also protect your Special Ambassador Al-Khadir. Oh, and due to the secret nature of the program, Special Ambassador Al-Khadir will be staying at the camp, but will be under constant CIZ protection."

[OOC: The CIZ is The Central Intellegence Zone, the equivilent of the CIA. Also I agree, we need The Black Katanas and the Greys onboard now.

Albert Inestine grumbled. Finally the research ministry was doing something in space, and this comes up. "Mrs.Curie."
"Yes."
"Get me a line to Northern Sushi."

Deep in the bowels of his castle, the Lord High Duke of the Dominion of The Grey Legions sat in his cutting-edge CommCentre, roaring with laughter. It wasn't a 'happy' laughter.....it was a demonic scream, a madness that overtook him, and caused him to flail about with his knives and swords, ignoring any and all that were near him.

Luckily, no one was near him as he listened to the three-way conversation between Kroblexiji, NYC, and Northern Sushi. These pussies think that theyr'e going to spread their message of cooperative peace, these mongrels, these pigs!

Duke Avan Astran yelled for his aide, who came scurrying. " Where the fuck you been? I ought to skin you alive, you swine! Nevermind, I'll deal with you later.
I see that my illustrious relative has begun the elimination of those culturally inferior dogs in Sushi. Bastard started without me, but we'll catch up. Where's that fuckin' useless general of mine? Why isn't he here directing our part of the invasion of Sushi? WHERE THE FUCK IS HE?"

The aide bowed low, scared out of his mind. " Your Grace, General Kestrel is on his way here as we speak. He is well aware of the situation in Sushi with the Katanas, and has placed all appropriate forces on Ready Alert."

Astran was somewhat mollified. " Glad to see that someone is on the friggin' ball around here......"

Just then, the General came through the door. " Your Grace, all is ready for deployment. Is it a go?"

" Hold on just a second, General. I want you to listen to this." Astran played back the various conversations and communications between the three governments. " What do you think? Can we take on all three, or should we wait for a couple of allies to help us stamp out this plague of 'cooperative diversity?"

General Kestrel thought for a moment. " Your Grace, the Katanas are throwing a sizable force against the Sushi pigs. We can divert about half of our forces that are going to Sushi and direct them to attack one of the other nations, but we cannot take on all three simultaneously. But , I do have a suggestion...." The evil light on his face was truly a sight to behold.

Astran grinned a purely evil grin. " You thinking what I'm thinking, General?"

" ICBM's, your Grace?"

They both looked at each other and laughed, and laughed, and laughed......

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Six squadrons of Royal Legion Python Bombers were just an hour from the inland cities of Northern Sushi. The seventy-two Pythons were being escorted by four squadrons of F/203 Black Eagle fighters.

The Legion Naval Battle Group was anchored off the northeastern shores of Sushi. All seemed peaceful on the wooded hills and valleys of Sushi. But that was because the Armored and Ground Forces of the Grey Legions had not yet begun their push inland, toward the capitol of Sushi.

Two platoons of Merkava MBTs were spread out over a two-mile stretch of woods, just a mile from the embarkation area on the Sushian beaches.

The 15,000 Grey Legion Troopers were digging in, awaiting reiforcements that would signal the beginning of the end for Northern Sushi. Another 25,000 Troopers were enroute to the doomed nation.

What with the Black Katanas wreaking havoc on the southern coast, and the Grey Legions poised to strike quickly in the north, this little excursion should be over in two weeks, max. There were already rumors that the Legions and the Katanas were going to make additional strikes into Kroblexilij and NYC simultaneously.

Strike Commander Ven Kilar was pleased. For too long had the Dominion been under the thumb of the Xeraphians. Now the Legions were free, and they were desirous of one thing and one thing only.......conquest and occupation of all who would stand in the way of the world's newest Empire....

News Program on myNS Channel 13

Two anchors sit behind a desk looking at the cameras and their Teleprompters.

“Hello, citizens of the People’s Democratic Republic. It appears as if the nation of Northern Sushi is under attack.”

“We urge all residents to evacuate Capital City, if you live in Capital City, please head to the airport to be transported to friendly territory. This is an evacuation.”

“This is not a drill.”

“Now, if you live in other parts of the nation stay indoors wherever you might be.”

“And we now return to the scheduled program, Tae Go Tae!”

Communique to The Nation of Northern Sushi

To those it may concern.
Being a nation of the space program and keenly intrested in secrurity of it's citizens.

We must request a report of the attacks made on your nation. A danger assesment will be made from the report and a political situation created.
If an aggresive manouver on our citizens is made by any country then we will have to intervene by ourselves.

A scribbled note on the edge
You better not drag our men and machines into a war.


We would also like to be forwarded the note

To all nations colaberating with the attackers, that we remain neutral at the current conflict.
Our only reason to be in Northern sushi is because of launch sites for peaceful satellites of scientific reseach nature. Not political alignment, or ideology.
And we also ask that our citizens and scientists in the country not to be harmed. If so, repercusions will be made against the aggressor.
Although we hope this may never ocour, and be resolved by negotiations.

The Seat of the Veeshie Ministr - Nikotika Mikhalkov

Royal Post
To: Kroblexskij
From: King Alex

We request your nation's presence in our nation as soon as possible. If you need a flight do not hesitate to ask.

From,
The Desk of King Alex's Secretary

Stamped and Signed,
NSDIA

Communique to The Nation of Northern Sushi

To those it may concern.
Being a nation of the space program and keenly intrested in secrurity of it's citizens.

We must request a report of the attacks made on your nation. A danger assesment will be made from the report and a political situation created.
If an aggresive manouver on our citizens is made by any country then we will have to intervene by ourselves.

A scribbled note on the edge



We would also like to be forwarded the note

To all nations colaberating with the attackers, that we remain neutral at the current conflict.
Our only reason to be in Northern sushi is because of launch sites for peaceful satellites of scientific reseach nature. Not political alignment, or ideology.
And we also ask that our citizens and scientists in the country not to be harmed. If so, repercusions will be made against the aggressor.
Although we hope this may never ocour, and be resolved by negotiations.

The Seat of the Veeshie Ministr - Nikotika Mikhalkov



Minister Veeshie,

Neither I nor the Duke are interested in the feeble protests of your mongrel government. The Dominion of the Grey Legions and the Republic of the Black Katanas are going to conquer and assimilate the nation of Northern Sushi into our Empire. It is perhaps unfortunate that you have citizens in that nation. However, we do not discriminate when it comes to killing the nationals of inferior nations.

I will warn you only once.........do not interfere. It will cause a chain of events to unfold that you will ultimately regret.


Baron Chthlu, Warlord of the Grey Legions

OOC: Here's a link to a map of my nation with labled provinces:
http://img289.imageshack.us/img289/7854/map4it.png

Alaric was in a mood most foul. As he read the reports, his visage grew darker and darker. His kin were attacking a vastly undermanned nation for no other reason than expansion of their new "Empire". They could issue all the propagana they wished. Alaric knew that they didn't have a racist bone in their bodies. How could they? Their ancestry, as was his, was shot through and through with a bloodline so complex that it could hardly be construed as 'pure'.

And now another nation was contemplating the occupation of their former lands. Problem was, it was no longer their territory.

Emperor Alaric Tan'it of Xeraph was an imposing figure. Fully six-foot seven and a half, two-hundred and sixty-five pounds, he was apparently no one to trifle with.

In his usual garb of dark gray chainmail over black leather tunic and pants, he stood in front of a small window in the Obelisk. His swords were leaning against the wall, his Glock 9mm under his left arm. His long dark brown hair was held in place by a simple crown of iron. The esoteric swirls of his tribal tattoos ran up and down his arms like a narrative of his long and bloody rise to the throne of Xeraph. His blue eyes surveyed his domain.

He turned to his seneschal, Prince Vlad of The Grey Phoenix, and asked, " Do we know the extent of Ghengiz's and Astran's involvement in this fiasco?"

" Total and complete annihilation of Sushi, Alaric. They have begun their quest for Empire. And they already seem to have designs on other nations as well, specifically Kroblexi and NYC. I believe NYC is one of our allies."

" And what of the Comatica/Topal situation?"

" Do you mean are the Katanas and Legions going to interfere in that scene? Wouldn't surprise me in the least. The Legions and the Katanas have the means to wage war on several fronts simultaneously. With a combined population of almost five billion, that would give them a military capability of over 150,000,000. 80,000,000 of those are active combat troops, naval, air, and ground. They are quite the formidable force. Not much to stop them."

Alaric blurted, " Except us..........."

The N Y C Intelligence Agency was handling information at a breakneck speed. Lights were flashing everywhere as new updates appeared on screens throughout the room.

"Sir, we're picking up a Northern Sushiian news broadcast! Seems important!"

"Put it up on screen Mr. Brenteir."

“Hello, citizens of the People’s Democratic Republic. It appears as if the nation of Northern Sushi is under attack.”

“We urge all residents to evacuate Capital City, if you live in Capital City, please head to the airport to be transported to friendly territory. This is an evacuation.”

“This is not a drill.”

“Now, if you live in other parts of the nation stay indoors wherever you might be.”

"Holy mother of god! Alert the president. Sushi's under attack. Mr. Calbad, contact the Sushiians. Ask them if they need support evacuating the capital. Then try to reach our team at the launch site. Gentlemen, the rest of you can drop any unimportant matters. It seems we might be at war."

45 minutes later, President Azarillas sat at his confrence table, surrounded by his cabinet. He had just been briefed on the situation, and it did not look good. The Grey Legions and the Black Katanas were military powerhouses, run by racist despots; almost the exact opposite of the peaceful, democratic nation of N Y C, which prided itself on being one of the most diverse in the world. Their army was not large compared to it's enemies, but a dedicated force that had proved itself capable in the war against Buben and several other conflicts.

"I want the nation alerted, there's no use keeping this a secret any longer," Israel began, " I want the nation mobilized for war. Call up the reserves. The 3, 4, 5 and half of the 7th fleets are closest, correct admiral? Send them to Northern Sushi. That's all we can do at the moment. Now, we'll just have to wait."

"Do you think they'll be content with striking Sushi, or will they..."

"Try to land here? I don't know. Either way, N Y C and her allies won't stand for this. We'll give them hell."

Ghengiz read the message. It was from Alaric of Xeraph, and was simple and to the point: ' Recall all attacking troops NOW.'

Ghengiz sighed. 'Well fuck me', he thought. ' The pup thinks he's gonna fight me, his own uncle. Well, let him try.'

" Major, send the following response to his royal highness, Alaric of Xeraph."

" Go ahead sir."

" Dearest nephew, go fuck yourself. This is none of your concern. At least it won't be until I attack NYC, which I believe is an ally of yours. You want a piece of me, your'e gonna have to come and cut it off yourself! Signed, your loving Uncle."


Turning to another officer he barked, " Status of the ICBM's?"

" Sixty-two ready sir, eighty-eight being brought up to alert readiness, the balance of two hundred sixteen in primary and secondary stages of readiness. All will be ready in approximately one-and-one-half hours."

" Very good." Ghengiz paused for a second. " Inform Astran that if he's ready, I am also."

" Already done sir. The Duke has signaled his readiness."

"Very well. Inform him that the initial missile will be launched in 15 seconds. Just one for now. If he wants, he can target either of the nation's we spoke about. Mine's headed to NYC, specifically Iskandia."

"Aye sir, he has indicated that he is also targeting NYC."

"Good. Major, at my mark..................FIRE!"

" Missile away sir. ETA to target 14 minutes, 25 seconds."

Ghengiz chuckled to himself........." And the Legion's missile, Major?"

" Launched, sir. Same coordinates. Iskandia in the nation of NYC. ETA to target 12 minutes, 44 seconds."

'Fuck with the Katanas, will you, you asshole peace-loving dogs,' he thought.......

News Program on myNS Channel 13

The same two reporters on earlier were sitting in a different room.

“Hello, and welcome to the regularly scheduled channel thirteen news. I’m Velna Cherikov.”

“And I’m Boris Kapatchotch”

“Now the first and only story we have tonight takes us to the capital press room.”

A man is behind a podium and the titles say he is a CIZ officer named Kan Xans.

“Hello, my fair nation. It seems as we have been plagued by terror from other nations. This is wrong, and the government calls all nations to send support to assist in defending our sovereign nation.”

A press corps reporter asks the officer, “What is the nature of the attack.”

“I am sorry that is classified.”

The camera goes back to the studio and Velna starts to talk.

“All Capital City residents are to head to Pacifica Airport and they will board transports provided by Delta Winds to go to Out Post Canada. Government officials are required to stay in the city.”

“Go, now!”

OOC: I have a map now. See OOC thread.

Titus stared at his hands. They had the trembling, adrenaline rush that always came during war. The feeling of not knowing anything going on always left him feeling weak and nauseas (OOC: Sp?).

"Sir, I have an update," said Advisor Veldaem, opening the pine door to his office.

"When the hell are you gonna start calling me 'Titus'?" he barked angrily, still fixing his eyes on his hands.

"Sorry. It's an update on the Sushi crisis. Katanas is getting very, very dangerous. They've discharged ICBMs."

Titus slowing lifted his head, revealing the dark circles under his eyes and his slightly green complexion. "ICBMs? Nuclear ICBMs? What the fuck is the matter with those assholes? Where are they headed?"

"Uhh...N Y C, sir. Iskandia. Not nuclear, though. Frag warheads. But you never know with these jerkoffs."

"No doubt their ballistic missile defense system has picked it up by now. If we saw them, then they've seen 'em, too."

Advisor Veldaem set down the reports on Titus's desk. "It's all in there. Let's hope that N Y C has an efficient BMDS."

"Get our ICBMs on alert. Also, change the patrol route for a couple ICBM-bearing subs and artillery ships. Get 'em within 400 miles of Black Katanas and Legions. We're not attacking. Just getting ready for a counterattack that we may have to start."

News Program on myNS Channel 13

The same two reporters on earlier were sitting in a different room.

“Hello, and welcome to the regularly scheduled channel thirteen news. I’m Velna Cherikov.”

“And I’m Boris Kapatchotch”

“Now the first and only story we have tonight takes us to the capital press room.”

A man is behind a podium and the titles say he is a CIZ officer named Kan Xans.

“Hello, my fair nation. It seems as we have been plagued by terror from other nations. This is wrong, and the government calls all nations to send support to assist in defending our sovereign nation.”

A press corps reporter asks the officer, “What is the nature of the attack.”

“I am sorry that is classified.”

The camera goes back to the studio and Velna starts to talk.

“All Capital City residents are to head to Pacifica Airport and they will board transports provided by Delta Winds to go to Out Post Canada. Government officials are required to stay in the city.”

“Go, now!”

OOC: I have a map now. See OOC thread.



Captain Hysskos picked up the report of evacuations proceeding in the capitol. Apparently, Pacifica Airport was in the midst of a mass exodus.

" All units, we have a situation. Enemy citizens are flocking to the airport in an effort to escape our attack. I've signalled the Duke, and he's instructed us and the 22nd squadron to attack all planes and airport buildings at Pacifica. However, he wants the runways intact. Everybody understand?"

Twenty-four responses in the affirmative, and they were on their way.

As the Royal Legion FA/18 Hornets and FA9 Valkyries approached the airport, they split into four groups of six. Four waves of missile-born destruction.

The first wave let go their mini-Gauntlets at the terminals and Tower. The second through fourth waves fired on the planes and support vehicles.

They were not prepared, however, for any retaliation.

The half-dozen or so batteries of the Sushian Hawk Sam's fired each of their complement of 24 missiles in unison, with a devastating effect on the Legion's aircraft.

Four were blown right out of the skies, another seven damaged to the point where they crashed into the runways and surrounding neighborhoods, creating massive fireballs.

" The captain was screaming, " All units pull out! Repeat, pull out! We'r getting slaughtered!"

Two more Hornets exploded in midair, while the remaining eleven skedaddled south.

Even though the Sushian airport was burning, a shout of victory came from the throats of the defenders. It apparently wasn't going to be the free ride that the Legions or Katanans thought it was going to be......

ooc: we're getting to the point that we have to start posting losses. each nation should post their own, not another's.

Titus stared at his hands. They had the trembling, adrenaline rush that always came during war. The feeling of not knowing anything going on always left him feeling weak and nauseas (OOC: Sp?).

"Sir, I have an update," said Advisor Veldaem, opening the pine door to his office.

"When the hell are you gonna start calling me 'Titus'?" he barked angrily, still fixing his eyes on his hands.

"Sorry. It's an update on the Sushi crisis. Katanas is getting very, very dangerous. They've discharged ICBMs."

Titus slowing lifted his head, revealing the dark circles under his eyes and his slightly green complexion. "ICBMs? Nuclear ICBMs? What the fuck is the matter with those assholes? Where are they headed?"

"Uhh...N Y C, sir. Iskandia."

"No doubt their ballistic missile defense system has picked it up by now. If we saw them, then they've seen 'em, too."

Advisor Veldaem set down the reports on Titus's desk. "It's all in there. Let's hope that N Y C has an efficient BMDS."

"Get our ICBMs on alert. Also, change the patrol route for a couple ICBM-bearing subs and artillery ships. Get 'em within 400 miles of Black Katanas and Legions. We're not attacking. Just getting ready for a counterattack that we may have to start."


ooc: as an FYI, theyr'e frag warheads, not nuclear. Not yet.....

Minister Veeshie,

Neither I nor the Duke are interested in the feeble protests of your mongrel government. The Dominion of the Grey Legions and the Republic of the Black Katanas are going to conquer and assimilate the nation of Northern Sushi into our Empire. It is perhaps unfortunate that you have citizens in that nation. However, we do not discriminate when it comes to killing the nationals of inferior nations.

I will warn you only once.........do not interfere. It will cause a chain of events to unfold that you will ultimately regret.


Baron Chthlu, Warlord of the Grey Legions

To Baron Chthlu

Although a little unauthodox wording we are glad to hear that you are not specifically targetting our citizens. We will remove them as quickly as possible to avoid the battle.

Veeshie Ministr - Nikotika Mikhalkov

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Ultra Secret IC -

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Recording...
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Streaming
Add white noise
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Sending - Northern Sushi
Recieving
Decoding white noise

playing:

Look, *sigh*, i know your nation is in deep deep trouble but ours is in no fit state of war. We have recieved word the Grey legions won't specifically attack our nation but we can not let them know of this.
We can send an extraction team to retrieve OUR citizens only and keep control of the populace if you want, but just ours are leaving, final.

*heavy breath*

I might be able to arrange an unmarked helicopter to pick you up. You could take your family and friends but not many people.
Its all up to you. Abandon your nation and people and live, or stand ground and turn the tide.

I have to end now, various matters have arisen whilst sending this. My team will arrive within 24 hours by naval helicopters, the LZ better not be lost.

End communication - more will be sent.

News Program on myNS Channel 13

“Hello and welcome back to myNS 13”

“It appears that P-A-C airport has been practically destroyed.”

“Yes, it has. Twenty two civilians have died with 18 civilians injured after terminal lounges B and C have been destroyed. All military personnel survived the attack because they were stationed in lounge A.”

“The government has decided to keep evacuating with the same plan.”

“We will have more news when it occurs.”

/* -- Coded Message Under Highest Security Clearance -- */
Summary of Events at Hyley Ysegalu and Related Activities

At this time the West Cedarbrook Embassy in the Metropolitan Republic of N Y C reports an apparent disruption of space exploration activities at the Hyley Ysegalu facility in Northern Sushi. Our defense attache is attempting to identify if this is a full scale invasion of Northern Sushi by the Gray Legion and The Black Katanas or a more limited strike. Sources close to N Y C President Israel Azarillas say he appears concerned, but it is not certain there will be entry of N Y C or allied forces into a conflict in Northern Sushi.

We have no further information beyond the last report about tensions in Topal.

The Ambassador does not recommend any immediate action regarding travel or commercial advisories for Northern Sushi at this time. Assessments will continue through this embassy, and through the Defense Intellegence Organization.

<Redacted by Department of External Affairs>

Reviewed and approved for release to the Senate External Affairs Commitee

Louis Steinberg,
President,
The Kramden of West Cedarbrook

/* -- End of Coded Message -- */

OCC: If anyone would like to RP the raids in this thread ( http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=462107 ) just let me know.

SECRET IC

Prince Rothbart continued to send out messeges regarding his...services.

This time he would send a message to The Black Katanas and The Grey Legions. Their massive military was indeed a force to be feared, but soon there would be a massive force that would rally against them. A massive force that would contain lots of bounty for the Fleets to raid.

Encrypted Video Message to The Black Katanas and The Grey Legions

A man dressed in black armor reminisant of a knight's armor walks up to the camera. He is carrying a large black sword and behind him in the shadows stand other dark figures with very meaning looking machine guns.

"Greetings, I am Prince Rothbart of the Queendom of Fourspades. Congradulations on the start of a bold campaign. For such fine gentleman, I would like to offer my services to you.

You see, my men and I are men of the Sea. What we see on the Sea, we take. We notice that a great many nations have taken an interest in your actions. Granted, it's not a positive one, but I know you gentlemen are not the least bit concerned. All these forces that will rally against you will come from far and away. This means that they will need supply ships and lots of them.

This, my blood thirsty friends, is where I come in. My fleets will raid and pillage enemy shipping and supply lines. The armies which rally against you will starve and will become easy prey for your mighty forces, for a small fee of course.

Payment is negotiable. I am asking for a mere $100,000 per ship raided, plus the rights to all the cargo we raid.

Do we have a deal?"

- End Transmission -

"Attention!"

All the soldiers stood to attention the second Lt. Salvs ordered.

"We just received word. We invade Northern Sushi immediately.

"Yes sir!" all the troops yelled.

"Board the transport ship."

"Yes sir!" Marching single file, the troops did as they were told.

Every time Salvs was around them, he got a little chill. They like all Oillander foot soldiers had been taken from birth and raised to be killing machines. They did as superior officers told, no questioning, no fear, and no anger.

Salvs unlike the .1% of the population who were foot soldiers was an officer. He wasn’t a zombie like the troops seemed to be. It was his job to order them to battle.

And Oillanders part in the larger war was about to begin. The nation cared little about the politics of the war. It just saw it had more to gain by supporting The Black Katanas and The Grey Legions. It would earn a place as their ally.

- SECRET IC -

Now to make things interesting...

Rothbart then sent the following message to Northern Sushi...

Encrypted Video Message to Northern Sushi

A man dressed in black armor reminisant of a knight's armor walks up to the camera. He is carrying a large black sword and behind him in the shadows stand other dark figures with very meaning looking machine guns.

"Greetings, I am Prince Rothbart of the Queendom of Fourspades.
I have noticed that you apparently have a bit of an invader problem. I offer you the services of my men and my fleet.

You see, my men and I are men of the Sea. What we see on the Sea, we take. I can help allivate the pain of an invasion for a small fee by raiding the supplies of the men who seek to kill you. Your foes need fuel, ammo, equipment, and I am willing to take it from them.

Payment is negotiable. I am asking for a mere $100,000 per ship raided, plus the rights to all the cargo we raid.

Do we have a deal?"

Volkhamezvha Shipyards
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Roit getdup ......... dat crate can nay move 'tself

Cammonnn!!

The shiphands wheeled the crates onto the pallet, the gargantuant crane hoisted tonnes of materials into the hold. Fog horns sounded, chains and ropes were thrown about, tied to bollards.

The Industrial Naval town of Volkhamezvha was fully geared for an invasion. The factories had begun roaring into action, the shipyard was conscripting workers and the port was a flurry of supplies.

The Heavy Battle Crusier TRS Volna - 340 metres of steel lined fortress - was being stocked for full operational duties. It had been in port for only a couple of months after it had been patrolling the waters of the True Revolution during the Hogsweat Scandavian situation.

The large 16" guns were covered with heavy canvas. The decks were being cleaned by pressure steam hoses. The gleaming ship was in clear contrast to the grim city behind it.
If one was to look across the skyline all that would be seen would be the central citadels of ships, factory chimneys and cranes.


Admiral Kerens'ki of the Volna and Arctasian Fleet stood on the X turret.
The flowing black Greatcoat, the big leather and sheepskin gloves and the rather unecasserily large hat was all part of the job.

Looking out into the rolling mist, it vortexed and edied around the small pack ice. Ice was no problem for this ship and also seeing as most of it was only about the size of truck.
The harbour seals were out again swimming around the anchor and smaller ferry boats. The younger ones were hanging around the mother, and the slightly older messing around the port steps to the water.



Kerens'ki !!

Ijsjavik was calling him... Again

Yes Ijsjavik. what now.

Sergey Ivanof Ijsjavik was one of the great line of ship builders. Almost 400 years in the business he was the direct decendant of the founder, after the Revolution it had been turned into the State Industry. He was the director and Harbour master.
His scarred face and various steel teeth came from his recklesness and what some described as daring, but other as plain idiotic behaviour during building, All because of how dangerous it was, as he always said.

Nothing you just seemed to be day dreaming.

Maybe i wasn't, maybe i was just wondering why your men have not got my ship ready. I don't have all day you know.

Ijsjavik turned around, his fur trapper, unshaven type appearance gave him a look of a lowlife. The checked shirt, the cord type trousers and furry brown leather boots and of course his ushanka.

He shouted some inaudible coloqueal phrase that the shiphand somehow understood, and obviously took heed as he shouted to more men who rushed to grab materials.
Ijsjavik turned back to Kerens'ki and gave a cold, steely grin.

Half an hour.

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The scientists - Northern Sushi

Right, i have recieved notice we'll be out of this hell hole within the next day.
pack up all equipment and papers, we have to leave nothing behind. If it got into enemy hands. You know what happens.

Everyone just sit tight till then.

Have you got the data on discs, wipe that motherboard.

Now the enemy are not specifically targetting us but if we get caught up then they wont bother checking our passports.

Do not worry comrades, the Revolution will protect and care for it's citizens.

Strength - Unity - Valour comrades

One of the men spurs up and starts to sing Gordast' Severnykh Maryey

Soon the room is filled with the chorus of the Motherland. and as the last line echoes round, some begin to weep.

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Volkhamezvha Shipyards

In a strange twist of fate and possibly chaos theory.
At the same point in time. The marines and crew lined on deck to sing the national anthem as they left port and into the rolling hills and crests of the winter storms.

Da svidanya bereg radnoy
Kak nam trudna predstavit shto eto ne son.
Rodina, dom radnoy,
Da svidanya Rodinaaa.......

The stern entered the fog as the horn blared and drowned the chorus out.

He now had less than 24 hours at full steam to try and get to northern Sushi.

Ijsjavik saluted from the base of a crane, turned around and continued work as if nothing had ever happened.

He had 3 ships to complete and twice as many workers as he needed.

It should be easy..

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TRS Volna
2 16" turrets
2 14" turrets
4 5" turrets
10 CIWS
2 depth charge launchers
6 AAM launchers
VLS torpedos
12 12.7 mm guns

http://img266.imageshack.us/img266/8153/trsvolna8ws.jpg
TRS Volna photograph
MS Schematic - currently unavaliable

OCC: If anyone would like to RP the raids in this thread ( http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=462107 ) just let me know.

SECRET IC

Prince Rothbart continued to send out messeges regarding his...services.

This time he would send a message to The Black Katanas and The Grey Legions. Their massive military was indeed a force to be feared, but soon there would be a massive force that would rally against them. A massive force that would contain lots of bounty for the Fleets to raid.

Encrypted Video Message to The Black Katanas and The Grey Legions

A man dressed in black armor reminisant of a knight's armor walks up to the camera. He is carrying a large black sword and behind him in the shadows stand other dark figures with very meaning looking machine guns.

"Greetings, I am Prince Rothbart of the Queendom of Fourspades. Congradulations on the start of a bold campaign. For such fine gentleman, I would like to offer my services to you.

You see, my men and I are men of the Sea. What we see on the Sea, we take. We notice that a great many nations have taken an interest in your actions. Granted, it's not a positive one, but I know you gentlemen are not the least bit concerned. All these forces that will rally against you will come from far and away. This means that they will need supply ships and lots of them.

This, my blood thirsty friends, is where I come in. My fleets will raid and pillage enemy shipping and supply lines. The armies which rally against you will starve and will become easy prey for your mighty forces, for a small fee of course.

Payment is negotiable. I am asking for a mere $100,000 per ship raided, plus the rights to all the cargo we raid.

Do we have a deal?"

- End Transmission -



Rothbart...

We are not interested in your conniving. We and the Katanas have more than enough naval power to do our own harassment of shipping lanes.
Do not interfere. And be careful....we will not discriminate when our Sharks and Krakens let loose their torpedoes.

Astran

It was Sergeant Weldon and his thin line of infantry that were hit first. Just after 2300, movement was detected to their front. At first, it was just the faint rustle of leaves and the snap of a twig. Not enought to home in on or know for sure if there really was someone out there. But soon the infantry-men, using their night-vision devices, could see a line of figures slowly advancing in a staggered column on either side of the trail. Weldon was pleased. Their formation and direction could not have been any better as far as he was concerned. He was going to let the lead man get to within thirty feet of his foxhole before firing.

As he waited for them, Weldon's pulse began to beat harder and faster. The fear of premature disclosure of his position by one of his men increased his nervous anxiety, so he kepy looking left down his line of positions, then right, then left again. The men, clearly visible through Weldon's night vision goggles, were ready and like himself, tense. When they were eighty feet from Weldon, the North Sushians stopped. His heart skipped a beat. Had his men been discovered? Had he lost the element of surprise? The two lead Sushian soldiers, now fully exposed and clearly visible to Weldon, turned and looked back. Another figure, twenty feet behind them, waved a pistol and pointed it forward, whispering a command of some type. The two lead soldiers turned back to the front and proceeded. They were the point element, and the one with the pistol was obviously the officer in charge.

When the lead Sushian came to within twenty feet, Weldon slowly released the saftey on his AK-47IIA, raised it to his shoulder, and fired. The single shot knocked the Sushian back, and unleashed the well-rehearsed and deadly ambush drill. Three of the infantrymen hit the antipersonnel mine detonators, causing thousands of small round pellets to rip through the Sushian column. The machine guns opened fire along set sectors with a withering cross-fire that knocked down those still standing after the mines had detonated. Several soldiers plunked out 40mm rpg's in their sectors. The riflemen surveyed their areas and, like the rpg-ers, marked their targets and took them out.

The violence and shock of the ambush were overwhelming. The Sushian officer barely uttered a word before he was cut down. The deadly and accurate point-blank fire ensured that any movement by any Sushian that survived the first volley was his last. The darkness, the violence of the execution, the loss of their leaders, and the resulting confusion were too much. Those lucky enough to be in the rear of the column withdrew back down the trail, pursued by a hail of bullets. Some made it.

The order to cease fire could be heard throughout the woods. As quickly as it had started, the firing stopped and quiet returned.

There was little chit-chat as the generals and warlords of Xeraph waited for the Emperor. There was some serious shit going down in Topal, Northern Sushi, and NYC.

Alaric strode into the Situation Room and went right to the huge map on the wall. " OK everyone, here's the deal. My illustrious uncle and cousin, Ghengiz and Avan, have suddenly and without provocation attacked the small nation of Northern Sushi, ostensibly because they just don't like them. In truth, Sushi and several other nations were working in a combined effort on a space program that would benefit new to small countries. Sort of a communal thing. Anyway, the Black Katanas and the Grey Legions are hell-bent on establishing their ideas of Empire, and they are apparently in a hurry.

They have, at this point, occupied about 30% of Sushi. Airport destroyed, most communications cut off. Their combined ground troops number somewhere around 375,000 including Armor, medical, and FireBase engineers. That would put viable offensive units at 345,000. Katanan/Legion aircraft have been pounding inland areas day and night, naval bombardments have ceased, but major devastation is reported along a 75 mile length of Sushian shoreline."

General Donofrio commented, " Sort of like killing a flea with a ten-pound hammer, eh Alaric?" Donofrio, nick-named 'Mad Dog', was a bit of a curiosity, even in a land full of curiosities.

His ancestors had fought in the all-consuming war against the Kothian Empire 374 years ago. He had heard his grandfather telling tales about it as if it were yesterday.

After the war, there was much destruction to be cleaned up. His father, one of the residents of the now-Imperial province of Vhammpyr, had met up with a refugee from one of the out-islands off the coast of Koth. Long story short, they married, had children, and lived happily ever after. A little known fact, however, was that his mother was an Elf, of the line of the ancient Melniboneeians.

So, as Donofrio sat there, his appearence was.......different. It would be one thing if his pupils were only noted for being scarlet, but they were doubly noticable as they were distinctly feline in shape. He had a massive build, three fingers and an elongated thumb on each hand. His waist long salt-and-pepper hair was at the moment tied straight back. It was usually just hanging in a tangled mess, as his face gave many, even those who had known him for years, cause to recoil.

It was a face carved out of a hard life of war. Scars criss-crossed it, like a battle-map. Skin burnt brown by the long hours and days in the brutal sun of the Vhammpyrian deserts, where he preferred to train his elite troops. His ears came to a point, earrings denoting his victories as chest-medals had done in centuries past. But it was the jawline that caused all to do a double-take, for it ended in a slightly protruding chin over which hung two vicious-looking incisors, fully 2 inches long.

Alaric continued. " Gentlemen, we have to do something about this. I know my kin are counting on the fact that I won't interfere because we're related. I will do my best to dissuade them, but I will not sit idly by and let them attack and pillage peaceful nations. Suggestions?"

About fourty-five minutes after the fire fight in the woods, two of the tanks in the Sushi village of Nasaki cranked up and began to move slowly towards the north, to where the trail entered a wooded lot. The slowness of the move gave the impression that the Sushians were trying to hide the move. Any movement of tanks, however, is very difficult to hide. The company commander informed Weldon to be ready for tanks. Smugly, Weldon simply replied, " Send 'em, we're ready."
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Through their thermal sights, the crews of the Grey Legion MBT's #55 and 31 watched a line of fifty or more Sushian soldiers move out from the village and begin to advance toward a hill. They were followed by four BTR troop transports and two tanks at a distance of about 60 feet. Behind them came another line of troops followed by their BTRs. The Sushians were coming in force this time.

Lt. Ribisi was the Armored Platoon commander for the Legions. He ordered 31 to engage the Sushian T-72 on the left on order. Tank 55 would take out the one on the right. They would be firing at the T-72 with straight frontal shots. Ribisi wasn't sure how well the 105mm rounds of the Bulldog would penetrate the slope of a T-72. He therefore forwarded instructions to continue to engage until it burned.

Once the T-72s were destroyed, Ribisi wanted 31 to suppress the infantry while 55 took out the BTRs. Not that a BTR was dangerous. With only a 14.5mm gun in it's turret, it could not hurt a Bulldog. But the destruction of the tanks, the methodical destruction of the BTRs,and a steady stream of lead pinning them to the ground in the darkness and confusion of a night attack would have a severe psychological impact on the individual Sushian soldier. Ribisi hoped that it would discourage him from rushing forward to become a Hero of Northern Sushi.

Lt. Folsey, in tank 10 down the trail about 200 feet, came up on the net and reported that he could hear the tanks coming down the trail. He was ready and waiting. Folsey's transmission was followed immediately by Lt. Neilsen's in tank 11, who announced that there were about one hundred dismounted soldiers advancing toward him in a column formation. The Sushians were going all out this time.

To: Northern Sushi

Sir,
Dictator Scharfetter wishes to let you know that our forces are now on their way. We are going to defend your nation and hope to stop this bastards from harming you anymore. We hope to get you the help in time.

Ms. Rangel
Communications Officer Of East Lithuania

Ghengiz was both elated and apprehensive. On the one hand, the Legion's ground troops and armor were beating the hell out of the Sushians, but on the other, the number of nations coming to Sushi's aid were increasing. The Katanas and the Grey Legions were large and powerful, but there was a limit.

Ghengiz re-read the reports. Of course,Xeraph was going to enter the fight, but he wasn't too worried about them at this point. As large and powerful as the Xeraphian Empire was, they were already embroiled in the ViZion situation,which was a much bigger deal than Sushi.

Haraki was getting it's undies in a bundle as was East Lithuania. 'We can handle both of them', he thought. ' I have to get Astran to understand that we must hurry this invasion. He can't be dilly-dallying in the woods with these pigs. Wipe 'em the fuck out and get a move on...'

That friggin' aide was never around when you needed him...

" Major! Get you ass in here on the double!"

The aide scurried in, zipping his pants and trying to buckle his belt. "Y-y-yes, your Lordship. I'm here."

Banging the housekeeper again...ah well, he remembered his youth.

" Major, get a message to both Haraki and East Lithuania. Inform them that there will be much more in it for them if they call off their attack on our forces. Let them know that the Black and Grey Imperium will be awarding lands and titles to those who aid the Empire in the coming years. All they need to do at present is back off. If they don't, we'll fight them, and it won't be pretty. I'll be calling out our AI troops for Phase Two of the Expansion."

The major gulped. " The AIs your Lordship? With all due respect, theyr'e even more destructive than a ballistic nuclear missile! Nothing will be able to stand before them....except other AI units. And the only nation involved in this war with those AI capabilities is Xeraph. Shit almighty sir, you'll be branded a butcher!"

" Yes...nice, 'aint it?", said Ghengiz. " If these nation want to fight us, theyr'e gonna have to reap the consequences of their actions. At any rate, major, make sure those two countries understand what theyr'e being offered.:

" Yes, sir. Right away sir."

" Oh,and major, send that little red-head in here. This place is a bit dusty....."

OOC:this is continueing on from the post i made in the other thread with my forces attacking.

IC:

The F-22 division in charge of of the now called Operation: Tidel Wave lead the bombing divsions at the bombarding ships of the Katanese. The B-2 and B-52's lead the charge hovering over the ships dropping multiple bombs. (OOC: note, my airbourne divisions have about 30 planes each.) They watched as most of them dropped upon the ships below. Following, the F-22's dove in with their own bombs and misslies. Volcan cannons raid the deck to take out any sailor they could. Afterwards, the flew out and turned around. The proccess continued as the Katanaese fought back shooting down the planes. Losses: 5 B-2 , 17 B-52, 10 F-22

Inland

The other half of the F-22's lead the other operation, Operation:Saving Grace. The Apache and Zero divisions flew in raiding the Katanese land troops and armor. The F-22's followed dropping bombs. The repeated the process such as the others did. The Katanese fought back, but the Apaches dropped napalm and was able to eliminate most of there forces. Losses: 6 Apaches, 10 Zeros, 2 F-22's

The transport ships landed 10 km inland from the battle for drop-off. The men moved quickly and the ships took off. As the formed up and moved out, news was radioed for the ships to bail. They did. Then a soldier went up to his commander.

"Sir, we have reports that the Grey Legions forces are on the island too."

"Alright. Let's move out." They had some work to do.

East Lithuania, check your TG........

OOC: Just to remind you, I'm the same size as BK and the Greys. Resurrected and all that. For RPing purposes.





IC:

Angela Shepherd and Jonathan Friedman watched the message roll out and simply sit there for a moment until Friedman reached out and grabbed it. "Blah blah blah ... If you don't stop your mobilization and diplomatic support for Northern Sushi, we will destroy you. Those who aid the Empire's expansion will be rewarded in the future, with alnds and titles. Pleasant."

"I think we can pretty much write off the awards as total bullshit, John. They just don't want nations that are their equals to enter this war. That's it, John, we're gonna do it. We have to. If we don't go to war now, it seriously looks like we accepted their offer to call off our attack dogs in exchange for lands and titles later. Well, fuck that. I want to see the satellite pictures."

Friedman winced. The pictures weren't pleasant. "Uh, Ann, the pictures don't make it look good. Without mobilizing our entire fleet, we can't equal their forces in the area, or even come close."

"Let me see them, John."

So he shut up and took her to see them.


*


Five minutes later, they both simply sat there staring at the pictures. "So ..." Shepherd began. "I count, um ... At least forty carriers, maybe half a dozen battleships, similar numbers of battlecruisers, a shitload of destroyers, missile cruisers, and that sort fo thing, plus hundreds and hundreds of amphibious ships. This is no fleet, John. This is an armada."

"Yeah, Ann."

"But don't forget - The greatest armada the world ever saw was defeated by an inferior force."

"Right," Friedman mumbled. "That sure is a relief to hear."

"Sir, Ma'am!" came a shout as an aide came running in. "We received another message from the Black Katanas!"

"Let me see it," Friedman said, grabbing it form the man's hands and reading it aloud. "My last communicator was shot for miscommunicating my message. He did not understand. Now I cannot be any brutally clearer." He looked up at the Prime Minister, who indicated him to keep reading. "You may do your miniscule peacekeeping opportunities, or at least attempt them. Once we have suffered casualties, you withdraw, and we do not give chase. You do not lose face internationally, and we do not risk a war between ourselves."

They stared at each other for a moment. Then Shepherd spoke, ending the awkward silence. "We don't have to consider this now. Either way, we're sending a taskforce."

"What'll be in it?"

"There will be two," Shepherd said, grabbing a folder from its place on the table and opening it up. Inside was a full list of ships in port. "The first will be composed of all three of the Sasquatch-class battlecruisers, the HNS Ryan and HNS Anvil cruisers, and at least four Excaliburs. Throw in the Aldebaran and you have a perfect raiding force. They can split themselves up once they actually get out there, if need be. The second force we will send out will be the equivalent of Operation Silent Night: Six Twilight-class submarines in the water from now until the end of the war as a precaution. The last taskforce will be determined later today at a meeting with the Chiefs, but will compose of a lot of carriers and probably all four Atherlon battleships, plus Zodiac-class battlecruisers. We need a fucking huge fleet to even compare."

"Agreed," Friedman muttered as he finished writing down the list of which ships would be included in the raider force and handed it to the aide. "Take this to the Chief of the Navy, or at least somebody over there. They'll know what to do with it."

bump

An audio-only satellite uplink is achieved from the partially destroyed nation of Northern Sushi.

“The events occurring in Northern Sushi are a disaster to all nation states in this modern world. Violence is not the answer. If any nation, peaceful or enemy, wishes to propose the re-development of the afflicted nation of Sushi, we will be willing to accept some terms favorable to the nation providing assistance.

Over 5,000 civilians have been brutality slaughtered in the short time this World War has gone on. This is why the People’s Democratic Republic wants peace. Our nation, an advanced nation, is being destroyed by more powerful foes.

The 1,257 soldiers killed in combat on the ground is a joke. We are a civilized nation. We need hel---“

The transmission was cut off.

West Cedarbrook Senate Chambers,
2nd Floor Secured Conference Room

The debate raged throughout the evening into the wee hours of the morning after Chairman Dan Feldman called the emergency session of the External Affairs Committee, following delivery of the memorandum from President Steinberg.

After three and a half hours, most of the 25 Senators stared blank-faced at the four in the center of the room that still had the energy to continue arguing. The debate ebbed and flowed between the four still seated at the table, Libertarians Feldman and Ed Feuer, a “fire eater” from the Maritimes, and ranking Conservative minority member Jake Rakosky, his stately age contrasting to Conservative back bencher Richard Esmer.

Feldman: Yes, yes, we’ve been through what we know about North Sushi and N Y C enough times to be sure we need more information. And that’s about all we’ve got. Either External Affairs or the General Staff is holding back, or we just need to request more info. That’s about all we can do now.

Rakowski: External Affairs needs to get us the relative trade balances with the major players so far: N Y C, East Lithuania, Grey Legions, Black Katanas. We can’t go to the Senate before we know which side our bread is buttered here.

Feuer looked pained, again. With great and very apparent self control he continued
“Jake, what we’ve seen is damn brutal. We also can in no way go to the Senate with any hint of winking at murders and tyrants!”

Feldman stared over at his young comrade. “There are tyrants on both sides, Ed”, he reminded Feuer.

Rick Esmer spoke up. “We’re going to need that info from External Affairs. And not just the progress of fighting to date. We also need to trade balances. When this war is over, we’ll need to live with the winners”>

Rakowski: And, if it looks like this is spreading toward our region we need to know the risks and costs of preparation. Throwing into a fight that’s not ours can be expensive, and deadly. At this time there’s plenty of time for negotiations.

Ed Feuer jumped from his seat. “We are not going to weasel out of any kind of defense if and when the time comes!” he shouted. Banging his fist on the table, he continued. “Our boys didn’t risk their lives in Acre, or freeing Greece and Cyprus to tuck tail and run from any threats, either near or far! Preparedness assessments are for preparing for defense! If Steinberg hears of this he’ll have your Conservative Candy Ass! And if this goes any further here you can bet I’ll wrap this around your necks in this year’s Midterm Elections!” Esmer looked startled.

Dan Feldman calmed Ed Feuer, and continued. “In any event there needs to be a greater assessment of the immediate threat to us, and impact on trade. Let that be the basis of our response to President Steinberg”.

With that the groggy Senators started returning to the table, and the slow, arduous process of replying to the President’s memo began.

Eight hours later, in Kramden House, President Steinberg summoned Secretary of External Affairs Ernest Klein to review the committee’s response with Feldman and Rakowsky. He slowly read the letter:


To: President Louis Steinberg

After review of the information you and the Department of External Affairs have provided regarding the War in North Sushi we request that External Affairs obtain the following for Senate consideration before voting on the Preparedness Act:

1. A statement of war aims from the major belligerents in North Sushi. These include, but are not limited to North Sushi, N Y C, East Lithuania, Grey Legions, Black Katanas, and Kroblexskij. We must have their statements regarding neutral shipping in the area of conflict.

2. A summary of trade accounts between West Cedarbrook, the above powers, and likely participants.

3. A general statement regarding espionage activities of both sides on West Cedarbrook territory. This is to include industrial espionage. In no case should West Cedarbrook security be compromised by this report.

4. The ability of the powers to project military power in the vicinity of our territory.

5. The general positioning of our forces relative to the area of conflict.

Senators Feuer, Esmer, and Rubin will be able to confer with our embassy staff in N Y C in the event the need arises, for further understanding of N Y C and North Sushi war aims. The Department of External Affairs should arrange for meetings of these Senators in West Cedarbrook if needed with the Black Katana side.

It is the consensus of this Committee that this information is needed to fully evaluate the proposal for the Preparedness Act.

Daniel Feldman, Chair, Senate External Affairs Committee
Jacob Rakowsky, Ranking Minority Member, Senate External Affairs Committee

- SECRET IC -

Now to make things interesting...

Rothbart then sent the following message to Northern Sushi...

Encrypted Video Message to Northern Sushi

A man dressed in black armor reminisant of a knight's armor walks up to the camera. He is carrying a large black sword and behind him in the shadows stand other dark figures with very meaning looking machine guns.

"Greetings, I am Prince Rothbart of the Queendom of Fourspades.
I have noticed that you apparently have a bit of an invader problem. I offer you the services of my men and my fleet.

You see, my men and I are men of the Sea. What we see on the Sea, we take. I can help allivate the pain of an invasion for a small fee by raiding the supplies of the men who seek to kill you. Your foes need fuel, ammo, equipment, and I am willing to take it from them.

Payment is negotiable. I am asking for a mere $100,000 per ship raided, plus the rights to all the cargo we raid.

Do we have a deal?"

SECRET IC

We have a counter-offer to make. You don't charge us, and at the end of the war we give you full control of the NSCUS Protectorate of Dancy.

NSDIA

Prince Rothbart gave an evil grin. This was indeed a good offer. They would tax the people of Dancy and use it to fund a grand military indeed.

Rothbart ordered his second larger fleet to enter into North Sushian Waters.

[OCC: This will take place in the thead entitled, The Pirate Prince]

Prince Rothbart gave an evil grin. This was indeed a good offer. They would tax the people of Dancy and use it to fund a grand military indeed.

Rothbart ordered his second larger fleet to enter into North Sushian Waters.

[OCC: This will take place in the thead entitled, The Pirate Prince]
OOC: Why? This affects the Northern Sushi theatre. It should take place here. Anyone else agree with me?

OCC: It can take place here no problem. Comacita opted to use the other thread, but this thread is fine. Saves me the trouble of informing The Grey Legions that I'm headed toward one of his oil tankers.

The Volna 20nm from Northern Sushi


Cleared

Aye

The ground crew gave the thumbs up and the cargo helicopter lifted off the deck.
The harpoon system folded into the rest position and the sea spray given up from the water coated the crew in a healthy layer of salt.

The restraining ropes were reeled back to their winches, the gun turret returned to the 6 o'clock position. The ground crew ran back down below.
The ship was lower in the warm, calm water. The clouds were thin and the wave crest were barely foamy at all.

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### 12 miles to LZ, crew ready Keep your heads down this is dangerous now. We have invading forces on the beach. ###

The rifles and grenades were handed out. The three men manning the mounted machine guns pulled up a battered cardboard box of ammunition. The slide doors were open and the rear ramp was lowering.

### 30 seconds ###

The marines undid their belts, and held the bar next to them. A couple were saying prayers to themselves, other sat in silence. This would be many of their first time in combat. And this wouldn't be pretty, 8 hours through tropical jungle was different to 8 hours over tundra. But the lightweight equipment made up for it.

Smocks, a small webbing belt, guns and only one pack of rations worth 24 hours for the entire two 4 man teams if they got stuck.


# JUMP #

The helicopter made a low, skimming move over a long clearing. Barely a foot off the ground. The men dumped their jumpbags and rolled after them.

a quick regroup sorted out what appeared to be chaos.


Nice one lads eh?

right, lets go save some techie ass.

The Red Tide
Tiger Class Submarine
Queendom of Fourspades
Pirate Fleet

The vessel was swimming just a few feet below the ocean floor seeking it's prey. The crew was eager to conduct it's first raid of the evening.

There were lots of ships in the water from all over the world it seemed. All they had to do was to pick the perfect target.

"Sir, I'm tracking a large vessel moving slow at bearing 3-3-6"

The captain looked up from his console, "What is it?"

The sonar officer listened to his headset for a moment. "Oil Tanker Sir"

"Pilot! Bring us closer to that ship, I want to take a look."

The dark ship pointed upwards, cutting through the moonlit water like a knife. It leveled out and the periscope shot upwards.

The captain took a look at it's markings...

The Grey Legions...

"Prepare a boarding party ASAP!"

A chill wind blew through the darkened castle in the capitol of Vhammpyr, Vklan. Lord Feratu was sipping on a favorite brew, blood of a virgin mixed with cranberry juice and gin.

The castle reeked of blood and rotting flesh, but it didn't bother Feratu. Neither did the cold. He was the King of the Undead, hominis nocturnae......Vampire.

These were not the Hollywood vampires of the twentieth century cinema. These were the real deal. They were not afraid of crosses, they could be seen in mirrors, you could stick all the wooden stakes in them that you wanted to.....it didn't harm them. They loved garlic on their pizza. And though they didn't especially care for the daylight hours ( they were very fair-skinned ), they wouldn't burn to ashes when exposed to the rays of the sun.

They didn't need blood every day, nor even every week. They didn't NEED blood at all to survive. It was just a favorite food, much like a candy bar or ice cream sandwich.


Actually, the only way they could cease to exist is if you dismembered them. Cut them to pieces. The pieces were still alive, but one could feed them to animals, and the vampires would effectively cease to exist. But, then the animals seemed to become a bit more vicious....

At any rate, Feratu was enjoying an afternoon drink when his secretary glided into the room, hands full of reports.

" Damn it all, Minerva, can't you see I'm busy?"

Minerva looked at him coldly. " Busy my ass. Youv'e been sipping on that virgin blood thing for two days now. Get over yourself."

Feratu sighed. No respect. He placed the drink on his desk, got up, and walked the few steps to where Minerva was standing with her back to him. As she began to turn towards him, he grabbed her arm, tore it off at the shoulder, and with blood streaming off the shattered arm, he proceeded to beat her to death with it.

"Humans", he thought. " No sense of respect for either their elders OR their superiors."

Glancing at the stack of reports, he saw that the Grey Legions and the Black Katanas had not only broken from the Empire of Xeraph, but they were on a mission to build their own....and as quickly as possible.

They were attacking Northern Sushi......who the hell would name a country after raw fish?......and were doing quite well,but now the goody-goody nations were beginning to gang up on them.

" Well, we'll see about this", he thought.

He pulled a cord hanging from the ceiling, and within five seconds, several skittering little midgets very noisily ran into the room. They eyed the bloody, twisted body of Minerva lying on the floor in a spreading pool of blood with a bit of concern. " Yes, my Lord," they said in unison. " How may we serve you?"

" Contact Ghengiz and Duke Astran. Inform them that I will be joining them in their quest to subjugate Sushi. I and the Death Squads will be there presently. If there is a particular adversary that they want me to focus on, tell them to point them out. We'll take them apart, one-by-one......"

ooc: Sorry for not posting in a while

IC: Athena, 3rd largest city in the N Y Cian island province of Iskandia, was undiniably in trouble. The detection systems for the large island, situated miles offshore, had picked up the frag missiles 20 minutes ago. Alarms were sounded across the city. People had almost no time to hide. Many descended into subway stations or basements. Others lucky enough to be on boats were ordered to exit Athena Bay and get as far away as possible.

Naturally, not everyone was able to move. The young, the old, the sick...all were sitting ducks. Their only hope were the anti-missile defense systems on the outskirts of the city.Some of the missiles were blown to pieces overhead, sending firey bits of metal craching into the bay. Unfortunately, more then one met their target. One slammed into the large Hotel Corazon, shattering hundreds of windows and setting the beautiful structure ablaze. Another hit Pier 4, destroying a cruise ship that had arrived earlier in the day. The third careened into a city park, digging a 13-foot crater where a flower garden had once been. When the shellshocked citizens appeared above ground again, they found fire and rubble where a pleasant downtown had once been.
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Later that day, the president addressed the nation, his voice cracking as he struggled to hold back tears. All day, the news networks had been replaying over and over scenes of devistation from Athena.

"Friends, countrymen, I come to you tonight as the President of a nation changed. Up until today, whatever the obstacle, The Metropolitan Republic of N Y C has always managed to avoid most harm. Even in our most perilous conflicts, we have seen only minor damage to any N Y Cian civillian center. That is no longer true. At 9AM this morning, the city of Athena suffered a missile attack from the so-called Black and Grey Imperium with no prevocation whatsoever. The attack not only wreaked significant financial damage, but more importantly took the lives of 217 of our own citizens.

As many other nations have over the past week, we have watched with growing concern the situation in Northern Sushi. I have, as you know, already pleged millions of Runic Dollars in assistance. Now, however, it is totally clear to us, as it is to a growing number of countries, that this powerful new despotic alliance can not be tolerated by any true member of the Free World. With this in mind, I am today offering to join the allied powers opposing The Grey Legions and The Black Katanas, and Congress has issued declarations of war against both of them.

Ladies and Gentlemen, the road ahead, the road in the pursuit of justice and democracy, will be a bumpy one. There are almost 1.8 billion people in this land of ours, and in the coming months ALL of them must be prepared to help their country and each other. I appeal to the Metropolitan Republic's long tradition of supporting those in need, especially those in danger of loosing the chance at peace and open representation. The Imperium is far more powerful than N Y C, but together with our allies I maintain the conviction that our country, our friends and freedom will persevere!"
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Meanwhile, the 3 and a half fleets that had been dispatched to Northern Sushi were approaching ever nearer to the occupied coast. Onboard the flagship Poseidon, Admiral Al-Bab watched intently the video feed from the surveillence drone. What he saw was a land obviously occupied by a brutal enemy. Buildings were ablaze, streets were almost empty and the only sound that could be heard was the haunting thump of army boots on pavement.

"Whadda we do now, sir," a young aide enquired, "we'll be reachin' the coast at about 1500."

"Prepare the airplanes for takeoff. Bombers, fighters, everything. Tell the men a landing might commence if the airmen can soften up the defenses enough. Report to Naval command with our status, make the message heavily encrypted. Anything you'd like to add?"

"Yes sir, good luck sir...not like you'll need it." The aide then rushed to carry out his important duties. Still standing in the control room, the Admiral smiled sadly to himself. The man was wrong. He would need that luck. They all would.

Duke Astran looked at the commscreen with a good deal of amusement. East Lithuania, and NYC were going to attack the BGI occupation forces around Sushi. NYC had just felt the effects of the frag-icbms.....and there were plenty more where they came from.

He liked the sound of it. The Black and Grey Imperium. Empire of all that was dark and shadowy. It was an apt description of the two nations. Mountainous, fog-enshrouded, the epitome of the mysterious and the unknown.

" M'lord, exciting news!" The lieutenant ran in bearing a sheet of paper hastily torn off the commlink.

Astran grabbed it, grinned, and jumped up, waving the paper over his head. " Listen up everybody. We have a new ally. The Nomadic Peoples of Vhammpyr are sending their Death Squads to help us against those nations who are preparing to attack the Empire!"

Those in the room appeared stunned. They didn't know whether to be happy or scared shitless. Vhammpyr? The Army of the Damned? The infamous NightCrawler stealth teams? The Wraiths?

These and numerous other infernal horrors were the stuff of midnight stories. About the gory and the hideous, the mythical and the real.

Vhammpyr was notorious for the brutality of their battles. They took no prisoners.....many were eaten on the spot, some saved for the victory fires.

They had suffered a great deal about 400 years ago when the Empire of Koth had decimated them and a couple of the other Vampire Kingdoms with repeated nuclear strikes. But, a few survived, and with genetic replication procedures, they had managed to replenish their people.............billions of them. And the thing about Vampires, every one of them was a fighting machine. So now the Imperium had a major new source of help....billions of soldiers who were VERY hard to kill.

Astran looked around the room. "Why the shocked looks, people? Theyr'e on OUR side. As a matter of fact, several of their generals are on their way here to discuss......"

While he was speaking, a thick fog poured under the doors and thru the windows. It gathered in the center of the room, and as it dispersed, three creatures could be seen standing there. The Generals of the Vampiric Hordes......

The three stood there, blinking in the bright light of the War Room of Duke Avan Astran of the Grey Legions. They looked around for a second or two, then one spoke.

" We are the Generals sent by Lord Feratu to discuss plans for the destruction of Sushi and any nation that would dare oppose us."

Astran, despite his previous bravado, was sweating like a pig. He stammered, " Please...sit down. I am..."

" We know who you are. Let me introduce to you Count Rahon, General of the Armies of the North. Next to him is Baron Atapon, General of the Armies of the East. And I am Lord Azulun, General of the Armies of the West. Lord Feratu wishes to leave the Armies of the South in reserve. Now, what's this I hear that some nations are coming to the aid of Sushi......?"

Even Astran was taken aback. He was not prepared for this. The Vammpyric Generals were terrifying to behold.

All were of the same height, about eight feet tall. Atapon and Rahon were stocky, well built. Azulun was huge, about 400 pounds of rock-solid muscle. All were dressed in black head to toe. No indication of their rank except for the scarlet deaths'-head on their collars. Atapon and Rahon had two. Azulun had four.

They were all a sickly, mottled white, their eyes a startling blue. Their incisors were one-inch long. Their hands were covered with black leather gloves, the gloves covered in bits of dried flesh and sticky, blackish blood. All carried swords slung over their backs, scabbardless. The blades were caked with old, dried blood and bits of skin and brains. They each carried two pistols, Berreta, Walther, and Colt semi-automatics. Their hair was a tangled mass of bloody, filthy, matted deep-red strands that hung to their waist.

These were the best of the Warriors of Hell.

" Well, General Azulun. Would you like to hear our plans?"

Azulun shot Astran an annoyed glance. " No, you will listen to ours......."

Astran thought, ' This 'aint gonna be pretty.........'

ooc: very good, I'm impressed.
IC:

Rahon continued. " We are aware that several missions against your Empire are happening right as we speak. There is a nation about to take over one of your oil tankers out to sea. Another thinks it's large enough to fight the Legions and the Katanas while at the same time take over former territory. And two nations are about to attack your positions in Sushi. We in Vhammpyr have the means to combat all of these missions and more. Our airforce and navy are already on their way to the nations of East Lithuania and NYC. Our bombers have entered Kroblexijian airspace and are minutes from leveling most of their cities. We have 22 million ground troops en route to various countries. We will swarm over them, leaving nothing but rotting corpses behind. All we need you and the Katanas to do is finish your job here and then get right over to Topal. Comatica thinks it will little or no problem retaking what they think is theirs. You and the Katanas will have no problems with Comatica. A dozen or so nuclear ICBM's will quench their desire for conquest. The only real potential adversaries that may come against you are Haraki and Xeraph. We all need to be together when....if...they attack."

He turned back to Azulun. " Did I leave anything out, Lord Azulun?"

Azulun said, " No, General. That about sums it up. We must get back to Vhammpyr. The Hordes await......"

OOC:
Im pretty sure some of that stuff is secret IC

The flat-black bombers bearing the blood-red dragon of Vhammpyr on their wings were directly over the major cities of Kroblexsij. The wing commander, one Col. Nepar, had given his final orders, and now the rain of death began.

Forty-eight bombers let loose their payloads. Each had twenty-five 600 pound incendiary bombs. Over 2,000 bombs would turn the cities into flaming deserts.

General Atapon's army were mere hours from landing in Kroblexsij. Six divisions of the fierce Th'thom 4th Army would hit the beaches and move rapidly inland, killing...and in some cases eating....anything that stood in their way. One-half million of the most dangerously effective troops on the planet would not stop until all of Kroblexsij was over-run.

One small contingent of these Th'thom soldiers were at present bearing down on a half-dozen unmarked boats preparing to board a Grey Legion super tanker. Their goal was to board the Fourspades boats, slit the throats of the commandos there, then board the super tanker to guard it and others from any future attempts.

A small nation, Vhammpyr nonetheless had more than it's share of ICBMs. Thirty-five of these thermonuclear missiles were at present on their way to the nations of NYC, Haraki, Comatica, West Cedarbrook, and Xeraph. They were not meant to destroy these nations. But they sure as hell would slow them down for a while.

Lord Feratu sat in fromt of his wall of commscreens, watching the unfolding panorama of death and destruction. He was laughing, for he had not had such a good time in ages......

OOC: It seems if I am being bombarded. Will anyone else be interested in defending me???

/* -- Diplomatic Mail: Highest Sensitivity -- */
To: Duke Astran, The Grey Legions
From: Louis Steinberg, President, The Kramden of West Cedarbrook

The Government of West Cedarbrook requests clarification of the aims of The Grey Legions and allies in the current fighting in North Sushi. At this time we are not aware of any declaration of war between the parties involved. It is important, as a Neutral power with commercial relations on both sides to understand the parameters of this war. Most importantly, we need to know your side's attitude toward neutral shipping within and outside the war zone.

Our Department of External Affairs, and a select Senate Subcommittee can meet with diplomats accredited by The Grey Legions at a place in West Cedarbrook and time to be determined by the Department for subsequent discussion of these matters.

/* -- End -- */

OOC: Black and Grey, this year? The Oakland Raiders are nothing now! With their record, you're going down!

/* -- Diplomatic Mail: Highest Sensitivity -- */
To: President Israel Azarillas, The Metropolitan Republic of N Y C
From: Louis Steinberg, President, The Kramden of West Cedarbrook

The Government of West Cedarbrook requests clarification of the aims of N Y C and co-belligerent forces in the current fighting in North Sushi. At this time we have been made aware of your declaration of war, but not of those of co-belligerents. It is important, as a Neutral power with commercial relations on both sides to understand the parameters of this war. Most importantly, we need to know your side's attitude toward neutral shipping within and outside the war zone.

Our diplomats at the West Cedarbrook Embassy in N Y C have been instructed to conduct these discussions with you and any of your allied powers that are key players in this conflict. If necessary a Senate Subcommittee can attend some of the negotiations. These need to be conducted in strictest confidence.
/* -- End -- */

OOC: Erg...I'm going to assume the ICBMs are arriving now.

IC: "....My God in heaven...."

It took a while for Pfc Ceilparus to snap to attention, and realize the devastation that could appear here. He did not want to believe the satellite imagery, so he flicked over to radar. It showed the exact same thing.

He slowly stood up, but doubled over by the crippling feeling in the pit of his stomach. A nearby officer, Commander Spaelus, who had just been evacuated from besieged Secruteus, rushed over. "Pfc, what's wrong?" He asked with concern. Ceilparus pointed slowly towards the radar screen, still remaining curled up on the floor of the CES Valderel, a naval frigate in the bay of Aredeth.

Commander Spaelus repeated what Ceilparus had cursed before. "...My God in heaven..."

The radar showed 3 thermonuclear ICBMs coasting along from the east-southeast, targeted for the Comatic Forum and downtown Aredeth.

"Get me Tiro Santaelium on the line," Spaelus barked to his assistant, angrily storming through the main radar deck. As more and more technitions flicked to radar and spotted the ICBMs drawing closer and closer to Aredeth, panic broke out.

"Tiro, we got nukes," said Spaelus into the phone, trying to maintain a calm tone.

The inquizzitive voice of Defense Minister Tiro Santaelium floated out from the receiver. "What...what are you talking about?"

"ICBMs. Three of 'em. Heading towards Aredeth."

Tiro swore loudly. "Who the hell is firing nukes at us?"

"We can trace them back to Vhammpyr, a nation that seemingly has no part in this war."

"Vhammpyr?"

"Yes. N Y C, Hakari, and Xeraph are reporting ICBMs too. They're probably allied with those sons of bitches in Northern Sushi. Uhh...Katanas and Legions."

"Damn it. Do we have any Missile ships in Aredeth Naval Base?

"Ah, yes, sir. Four."

"Good. Target as many anti-ICBM missiles as possible at them. We have a few batteries in the military base just in case they fail. And, if possible, alert bases in Molvin, Kassvaline, Collekevvardi, Tarinholtz, Deste, Telm, Numeradus, Cosem Aredeth, Kassa Nova, and Nuaram. Aredeth can'y be the only target."

The suspense left every commander white-knuckled, every general holding their breath, and the Emperor in unspoken outrage. He kept in contact with every possible targeted city's news feed. The Aredeth ICBMs had been spotted an hour and a half ahead of time. Millions of people were attempted to be evacuated from 11 downtown areas, creating massive jams on highways and the old and infirm that could not be evacuated left to only wonder whether they would make it through the next hour.

In all accounts, the cities of Aredeth, Molvin, Collekevvardi, Kassvaline, and Nuaram were in the warpath of about 8 nukes altogether.

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The city of Nuaram lay smoldering under the crushing impact of a mushroom cloud. White hot intensity and a shockwave that rolled across the earth's surface left the city of four and a half million obliterated.

The other cities were luckier. The ICBMs in Molvin, Aredeth, and Collekevvardi were blown out of the sky without a hitch. The ICBM that targeted Kassvaline was knock off-course and soared high into the sky, where it detonated at 45,000 feet. The shockwave destroyed several hundred buildings, but was left largely unharmed.

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The camera flicked on, displaying the young man of 34, near reduced to tears, and shaken up a great deal by the day's events.

Good evening. Today, eight nuclear Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles targeted five major Comatic metropolitan area: Aredeth, Collekevvardi, Molvin, Kassvaline, and Nuaram, in the province of Delntum. Today, it is estimated that near 200,000 Comatic citizens lost their lives. Today, we wage war on the evil third reich of our time: the Black and Grey Alliance, which, we now learned, is tempered with another evil. It is the nation of Vhammpyr that launched these missiles, and the nation of Vhammpyr that wittingly incurred the wrath of the empire that never falters. The empire that will retaliate, the likes of which retaliation have never been witnessed on this Earth. Two nuclear missiles detonated over Comatic soil today; one, over Kassvaline, which did little to no damage, and the other, which did the exact opposite. The city of Nuaram on the island province of Deltum no longer exists...at least not in the way it had just yesterday. The downtown area has been reduced to a nuclear wasteland; backened by indescribably evil and hatred. It is with this that The Black Katanas, the Grey Legions, and Vhammpyr commited suicide. For they could not expect Comatica to be brutally attacked for a threat that was nonexistant towards them, and not face any consequences. So on this day, I officially condemn those three axes of evil, and subsequently declare war upon them, with unanimous approval from the Imperial Senate. Let it be known across the globe that The United Empire of Comatica will stand and fight, and fight to the bitter end; to the end of this age; to the end of the all that is good in this world; to the end of man. These blatant apostles of Satan will scramble beneath our iron-shod shoes for their last pitiful efforts before they are stamped out from this Earth in all it's entirety. And I ask you to follow me. The goings will in no way be easy, but with the support of the Comatic citizens, and their unrivaled optimism, no foe can defeat us. Good night.

Official statement from Emperor Titus Celmaetus to the Comatic people.

/* -- Diplomatic Mail: Highest Sensitivity -- */
To: Duke Astran, The Grey Legions
From: Louis Steinberg, President, The Kramden of West Cedarbrook

The Government of West Cedarbrook requests clarification of the aims of The Grey Legions and allies in the current fighting in North Sushi. At this time we are not aware of any declaration of war between the parties involved. It is important, as a Neutral power with commercial relations on both sides to understand the parameters of this war. Most importantly, we need to know your side's attitude toward neutral shipping within and outside the war zone.

Our Department of External Affairs, and a select Senate Subcommittee can meet with diplomats accredited by The Grey Legions at a place in West Cedarbrook and time to be determined by the Department for subsequent discussion of these matters.

/* -- End -- */

OOC: Black and Grey, this year? The Oakland Raiders are nothing now! With their record, you're going down!


President Steinberg,

Speaking for both myself and Duke Astran of the Grey Legions, let me clarify the situation for you.

We have attacked Northern Sushi with the intent of completely defeating Northern Sushi. There was no declaration of war, just as there will not be one when we attack West Cedarbrook.

There are no 'parameters' as regards shipping in the waters off Sushi, nor the shipping lanes going to and from Sushi. Our naval forces will either commandeer your ships, or sink them. Our airforce is both patrolling the skies and engaging all enemy aircraft within 35 miles of Sushi.

Our new ally, Vhammpyr, has entered this war with the intention of aquiring complete victory over the inferior nations of the world. This includes West Cedarbrook. As a matter of fact, they have launched about three dozen ICBMs, a few of which have been programmed to impact West Cedarbrook.

I guess you now have an accurate assessment of our attitude........

best wishes,

Lord Ghengiz Tanittas of The Black Katanas

It was incomprehensible. Six ICBMs were targeted for the cities of the Kingdom of Xeraph. None at this time were headed for any of the other nations of the Empire.

Alaric was in a rage the likes of which Gen. Strickland hadn't seen for at least a hundred years. The Emperor was royally pissed.

The Kingdom only had five cities, all ambassadorial centers. The Kingdom had a cutting-edge missile defense system that was sure to at the very least divert the incoming ICBMs. That was not the point of his anger.

He was very angry because Genghiz and Astran were members of the House of Tanith, as was Alaric. The Legions and the Katanas were for centuries part of the Empire. Just a few years ago, they broke away, forming a new Empire, the Black & Grey Imperium. And in either a brilliant or insane move, the Legions had allied themselves with the Empire of Eternity by moving to that region.

" Alaric, the first two missiles are less than a minute from impact."

" Good. Fire the lasers in 20 seconds."

The lasers found their mark. The ICBMs exploded 78 miles above Tarantia and Khemi, respectively. None of the residents were in any danger, as they were all safely four miles below the surface. Many buildings were destroyed, but as there were only one-story buildings in Xeraph, reconstruction would take no time at all.

The other four ICBMs were not as easily stopped. Two were diverted into the vast Plains of Typhon, where twin mushroom clouds erupted from the earth. There were three military bases in the Plains, all of them obliterated. Over 65,000 soldiers and pilots were gone in just a few seconds.

The other two impacted in the mountain ranges to the east of Tarascus, blowing off the top of Mt. Senais and destroying the huge dam that held Lake Hirodt in place. The resulting flood washed away another base, this one full of Royal Marines.

The fallout would linger for years.

"Alaric, casualty reports are coming in. My God, tens of thousands are dead, over 100,000 wounded or missing. Eastern Khemi is gone, but there is only minor damage in Tarantia. Over 99% of the inhabitants of the cities are present and accounted for.....and all alive."

Alaric was now calm. He was ready to act. 'Those cocksuckers wanna play? OK, I'm gonna play', he thought.

" Vlad, I want 200,000 of your Warriors beamed to the nation of Sushi. We're gonna give those assholes a beating theyr'e never going to forget."

Turning to his Director of the Xeraphian Space League he said, " Ric, get those Spiders over to Sushi STAT! Theyr'e gonna be part of the surprise for my kinfolk."

King Ricala of Auralinia asked, " How many do you want sent,Alaric?"

A very evil grin broke out on the Emperor's face. " All of 'em, Ric. Every last one of 'em."

Ricala was usually a taciturn man, betraying little emotion. But this was a shocker. " All 1,000,000 AI Spiders Alaric? Shit almighty,even using the TransBeam, it'll take an entire day just to get them there!"

"That's ok, Ric. Between your Warriors and the Spiders, we'll be kicking some serious Evil Axis Ass!"

OCC: Vhammpyr, the only ship that's actaully intent on boarding the tanker is the sub. However, because I think that my guys fighting killer vamps will kick much butt, I'll say that there's about six smaller ships. However, as soon as all my guys are toast, I'm fully intent on sinking that supertanker. In fact, if Rothbart gets word before your guys are done, Rothbart will sink the sub even with his own men still onboard.
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It was dark, it was cold, it was perfect.

Six smaller speedboats had arrived from various cutters and were silently creeping toward the supertanker. One by one, the black ships slipped next to the ship.

Raiders, clad in dark clothing and armed with a silencer pistol and a submachine gun, climbed up the side of the vessel.

SGT. Black was the first on deck. His night goggles turned on he quickly scanned the deck for the night watch.

The man was walking along in circles around the deck. Clearly bored and not paying much attention. SGT Black pulled his pistol out and aimed at the guard's head.

Breath in....breath out....hold.....PULL

The gaurd was dead before he hit the deck.

Quickly his men moved along the supertanker heading toward the bridge.

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OCC:

6 Speedboats
36 Raiders
6 Armed with Grenade Launchers

OCC: Vhammpyr, the only ship that's actaully intent on boarding the tanker is the sub. However, because I think that my guys fighting killer vamps will kick much butt, I'll say that there's about six smaller ships. However, as soon as all my guys are toast, I'm fully intent on sinking that supertanker. In fact, if Rothbart gets word before your guys are done, Rothbart will sink the sub even with his own men still onboard.
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It was dark, it was cold, it was perfect.

Six smaller speedboats had arrived from various cutters and were silently creeping toward the supertanker. One by one, the black ships slipped next to the ship.

Raiders, clad in dark clothing and armed with a silencer pistol and a submachine gun, climbed up the side of the vessel.

SGT. Black was the first on deck. His night goggles turned on he quickly scanned the deck for the night watch.

The man was walking along in circles around the deck. Clearly bored and not paying much attention. SGT Black pulled his pistol out and aimed at the guard's head.

Breath in....breath out....hold.....PULL

The gaurd was dead before he hit the deck.

Quickly his men moved along the supertanker heading toward the bridge.

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OCC:

6 Speedboats
36 Raiders
6 Armed with Grenade Launchers


ooc: sorry. I was picturing about a half-dozen inflatable type boats that came from the sub with your guys in them. Yeah, sink the tanker, No problem.

Prince Rothbart was listening on the command radio and he was most displeased.

"IDIOT! Why did he have the boats go directly to the tanker!? Don't they know nations have sats?"

Admiral Stone commented, "My Lord, I'm sure all The Grey Legions sattalites are aimed at their combat operations and not the tanker."

"Save it Stone! We use submarines for a reason. The Submarine is supposed to release the Raiders, allow them to swim up to the surface, and have them board from thier. What if the night watch had seen the boats. What's the name of that Captian?"

The Admiral checked the list, "Captain Frost my lord"

Prince Rothbart gave a cold dark stare. "He better not make a mistake..."

The Oillander air force prepared to execute Operation Death Grip.

It wasn’t easy. The parachutists would need to take the city of Toro, in the middle of Northern Sushi. The troops would capture or burn the city, or die trying.

The R-12 fighter jets were in escort position over the city. They had to make sure the parachutists weren't shot down. Easier said then done.

"This is Ensign Saks to 'Dropper One. You are good to go."

"Acknowledged." Then the troops started jumping.

Loudspeakers blasted in the capital.

"This is the king. Your King. I am safe in the war room. I must work. The city has seen escort fighters above. To my fellow citizens, my lovers, I ask that you say good-bye. It is not I who shall die, but most likely it will be you."

A loud click was heard, along with the shutting of the vault doors to the war room in the basement.

bump

A raider tossed a gas grenade into the crew quarters.

-shhhhhhhhh POP-

The room was filled with deadly chemicals and anyone not wearing a gas mask died in thier sleep.

They were making excellent progress, next up was the bridge

A raider tossed a gas grenade into the crew quarters.

-shhhhhhhhh POP-

The room was filled with deadly chemicals and anyone not wearing a gas mask died in thier sleep.

They were making excellent progress, next up was the bridge


The twelve Th'thom soldiers were waiting for the Fourspade assault team. They didn't particularly care the tanker sank or not. They were instructed to kill the agents of a foreign country, and that's what they were going to do.

These soldiers were actually in the final stage of their training in what the humans would call 'Spec Ops'. In Vhammpyr, they would be known as Wraiths.

Not one spoke as they tailed the Fourspade commandos. They communicated with the slightest hand-and-head movements. As they were nocturnal in nature, they had built-in night vision, being able to see clearly in the dark. They were told to let the commandos set the explosives, and then as they were exiting the tanker, kill them. Bring back just one head. Leave the sub alone. The Wraiths would be extracted two minutes before the explosives blew holes in the tanker.

The scene before him was one of utter devastation. Duke Astran surveyed his army's work with a grim satisfaction. There were bodies piled three-deep in the the valley where lie the capitol of Sushi. Thousands of bloody, burnt, bodies. Katanan, Legion, and Sushian dead littered the two-and-a-half-mile stretch to the gates of the city. Burnt-out tanks were strewn about the hillsides, some still burning. Reports were coming in that the Oillanders were assaulting the city of Toro, about 22 miles north of here. The Legions were headed in that direction, after the virtual complete route of the Sushians in the north.

And there were still nations who were going to come to the aid of Northern Sushi. Problem was....there wasn't anything left of Sushi to aid.

Astran knew about Xeraph and it's AIs. Thats alright.....we just won't be here when they get here. We'll be either in Topal or Comatica. The non-radioactive part of Comatice, that is. Those fuckin' vampires were crazier than shit. But they sure as hell knew how to make a point...

" My lord Duke, the Sushian capitol is completely surrounded. We don't know just how many defenders are left, but it can't be much. Orders?"

" Send them a message. They have one hour to surrender. If they do, we will let them live in relative peace, free from harm. If they don't...well, tell them to look around. Makes no difference to me one way or the other."

" Yes sir."

OCC: Fourspades is my puppet. A little clarification, Fourspades actaully wants to capture the oil tanker, but when the Wraiths start slaughtering the Fourspadesmen, then Rothbart will blow a fuse and sink the tanker with his guys still on it. Sorry about the confusion, I'll have my AIM back in a week or so and it'll be easier to sort this stuff out.

OCC2: Fourhearts is now entering the war against The Grey and Black. They are an Airship Kingdom that will provide the allies logistics support and heavy air support.

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The Parlimental Chamber
The Kingdom Of Fourhearts

The King of Fourhearts, King Drake IV of the noble Heart Family, stood before the Parliment. His tall jovial features were uncharacteristicly serious. The news feeds had been reporting news of ICBM strikes across the globe. The World was tearing itself apart at the seams. And King Drake would have none of it.

The King put his hand up for silence and the loud roar of the Chamber was ended suddenly. Only Parliment could declare war, and now the King would ask for it.

"My Countymen, My Sisters and Brothers! The world grows more Dangerous by the Hour! With each passing minute, more and more lives are being ripped from this world by acts of aggression and unjustifiable attacks!"

"The rouge nations that call themselves The Black and Grey Imperium have launched unprovoked missile attacks on several soverign nations. They have attacked without warning and thier goals are nothing less then total domination of their enemy."

"You have heard the cries of Justice. You have heard the call to defend Freedom! You have heard the drums of war in distant nations, and you have heard the fears that it could spread to here. There have been rumors that an enemy from long ago is mobilizing against us."

"My kinsmen, now is the time to act. Now is the time to answer the call."

"I ASK FOR A DECLARTION OF WAR AGAINST THE BLACK AND GREY IMPERIUM!"

SGT Black and his crew were almost done. They turned the corner. A few shots, another sleepy sailor down. Up the stairs. Nobody knew they were there.

They entered the bridge and in a flurry of gunfire the crew of the Supertanker was dead.

"Good work Raiders. Squads 2 thru 6 get back to your boats. Sqaud 1 will guard the tanker. Now MOVE", ordered SGT Black.

Prince Rothbart was pleased. The raiders had taken contol of the tanker. A skeleton crew would stay behind and steer the ship back towards his fleet. The rest of the men would slowly climb aboard thier speedboats and depart.

OCC: Is there a map of Sushi up? If so, can someone direct me to it?
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IC: N Y C was reeling from the shock of its life. It had been bad enough that half of downtown Athena caught fire from the rocket attack. Now, a much bigger catastrophe had occured. Nuclear weapons. Three of them. Every N Y Cian's worst nightmare. Deathtolls unprecedented in the history of the nation.

It had been yesterday that the weapons had barreled towards them. Two were destroyed immediately by defense systems. The third was shot offcourse but barreled into a major wind power plant, destroying 8% of the country's power capacity. The fourth landed just offshore of the resort island of Santa Eulalia, blowing to pieces the beachfront and famed boardwalk. The final, most devestating blow, was struck in New Varanasi, a major port in Kaldani, where ground zero was located almost in the very center of the city.

The next day, people across the nation looked shaken and pale. 270,000 N Y Cians had lost their lives. N Y C's most iconic playground for the rich was gone, and a major city had been almost entirely wiped of the map. In northern Hellakai, still prone to snow and cold at this time of year, hundreds of thousands of people had no power. Nervous and weary himself, President Azarillas addressed the nation at what certainly was its darkest hour.

" Citizens of N Y C, I will not tarry with noble remarks. Tonight, I have 3 messages: for N Y C and our allies, for our enemies and for neutral nations such as West Cedarbrook.

Firstly, ourselves and our allies. My fellow N Y Cians, I along with you have watched in horror as our once peaceful nation and those of our friends have been turned upside-down by the totally unfounded attacks on N Y C, Xeraph, Comatica and Haraki. We have witnessed one of the great atrocities of our time as over 1 million people have died and trillions of dollars worth of infrastructure have been destroyed across the globe.

There shall be no reasoning with our enemies. They have had no reason to attack any of the nations I have named, yet instead have launched devestating attacks with no warning or attampts at diplomacy; imperialism in its most blatant form. I will not even attwempt to understand why they do this; The Black-Grey-Vhammpyric alliance has shown more than once they ignore reason and scoff at peace and tolerance. However, I will say this: you have NOT WON YET. The world does not yet belong to the ignorant and the hateful, nor shall it in the future. Even if you take our land and the land of our friends, what will you be left with? A barren, rubble-strewn wasteland you yourselves have created in your lust for destruction and power. For hundreds of years, since the birth of modern democracy, dark forces have sought to destroy the free world. All attempts have failed. Yes, the light of freedom has sputtered in the past and, in some cases, gone dangerously dim, but it is a testament to the good in human nature that that light has never been extinguished.

Finally, I'd like to adress the worries of neutral nations. N Y C will not, in keeping with her history, attempt to blackmail nations into helping us, even now in her hour of great need. Nor will we block neutral trading and transport. But, I would like to warn all neutrals that this conflict effects you, too. West Cedarbrook has, I have been told, already informed by the axis powers that they will be invading that country, despite the fact that the country has not had the slightest of biased involvment with either side in this war. This scenario will no doubt play out again and again. Nations across the world will be drawn into this conflict for no other reason then the fact that the axis desires yet more land and resources in its unsatiable greed. I suggest everyone chooses wisely what side to support when the time comes. Do not be so deluded as to think that these three psycotic naations will exempt nations who did not interfere or even those that aided them from their quest for domination. You will lose your freedom if you do not fight for it; if not directly then through the bleak shadow of terror this growing empire will cast on the world unless stopped. That stopping, the disposal of darkness and the return of full-fleged light; THAT is our ultimate goal.

Good night, and good luck"
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As the speech was ending, the N Y C fleets finally reached Northern Sushi. In the distance, the shore defenses loomed large. Planes began to rise into the night sky as artillery pieces were aimed at the dark beach. In a few moments, fireballs would bloom on that cursed shore, and the sound of rockets would break the night sky. But for those last few beautiful, tense seconds all was quiet.

Let's get em' boys, the admiral thought.
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Also at the same time, a secret encrypted message was sent to all of N Y C's allies, including Nothern Sushi:

ENCRYPTED MESSAGE:
The situation in Northern Sushi is bad. The capital is surrounded according to our surveillence. We have been told the king is in a secure location impervious to attack. This may be our one chance to dislodge the axis from Northern Sushi. If the majority of their forces are grouped around the capital, what is your opinion on a tactical nuclear strike on those forces? The capital will certainly sustain damage, although we doubt there is anything but a small core of defenders left inside. Conversely, we could take out the Axis' main force, allowing Oillander to take Toro and the rest of the allies to land successfully. The ends might justify the means in this case. We need an immediate response.
-N Y C Defense Department

The Kingdom of Fourhearts
Official Correspondence

To the Nations of Northern Sushi, Xeraph, NYC, Hakari, and Comatica,

Greetings in this most dark hour,

The People of Fourhearts would like to express it's profound support for you and your people. These unprovoked nuclear attacks have angered the Kingdom to rise to arms against the Black and Grey Imperium. We would like to assist you.

Our Airship Fleets stand ready to fly to where ever they are most needed. We can provide great logistics and heavy air support to a number of theatres.

Regards,
Prince Drake
High Fleet Commander
Kingdom of Fourhearts

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From Sky to Sea, the full might of the Fourhearts military was on the move. High above the sky, Command Ships with AWACS capability scanned the skies ahead and directed their fleets toward North Sushiian skies. Below that, dozens of Fireships dotted the skies each filled with thier deadly cargo of guided missiles. Nesteled between the swarms of Fireships, Supplyships carrying war machines and soldiers flew fast and straight. Below the main fleet, Gryriffan Gunships, armed to the teeth with 25mm cannons and grenade launchers, scanned the Sea ahead for targets along with thier smaller Wolf Gunships. Below the Air Fleet, three proud aircraft carriers and thier escorts cut through the waves. Swarms of modified F/A-22 Fighter Jets took off from their carriers to defend the Fleet against enemy air forces.

OCC: North Sushi, where would you like the Fleet to land their forces?

Underground Command Centre, Somewhere near Endoria-2228 hours

Field Marshall Urwing was walking through the corridors of the Underground Command Centre. He was in a bad mood as everyone could clearly see. He was angry, angry and afraid at the same time. He turned into another corridor and went through a large door, guarded by three Marines.

Urwing: "Well, I assume everyone's here?!?!"
Dr. Winston Spencer Endoria:" A little more respect for your nations leader! *chuckles* Heh, well I assume everyone is here."

Doctor Winston Spencer Endoria, a grand figure in the history of Warta Endor. He's popular with almost everyone, and has served as President of the Marxist-Democratic Republic of Warta Endor for 12 years now...

Urwing:"Ok, I shall begin. It seems that Northern Sushi is completely overrun, save for a few small pockets of resistance and the capital. The Black-Grey-Vhammpyric Coalition has a strong control over the country. N Y C, Xeraph Hakari and Comatica have been attacked with Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles. Large numbers of Civilians and Military personnel are reported to be dead. Well, that's the situation abroad.

The situation at home is maybe even more worrying. The BGV Coalition has shown that they don't even hesitate to attack nations with the most evil and brutal weapons on earth, Nuclear Armed Intercontinental Ballistic Missiles. I've ordered Air Defenses on Stage 1, as is the Navy and Air force. The Army is currently in Stage 2, as are the Marines. Navy patrols the coast and the First, Second and Fifth Carrier Strike Forces have moved to positions 120 miles out of Warta Endorean waters.

I propose an evacuation of all inhabitants under the age of 17 in the cities to be evacuated to the more distant and safer areas in the North and West. Everyone above the age of 17 must contribute one way or another to the nation's defense, as we are seriously threatened.

I further propose that if we are hit by any nukes, we immediately launch a strike in retaliation against the BGV Coalition...
If we are attacked, we must use everything we got to defeat this threat. If we aren't attacked... then we may thank god or any other deity. Any questions?

WSE: "Well, you said it all very clear, but don't you think that evacuation creates chaos, fear and more important, an excuse for BGV to attack us?"

Urwing: ”We are prepared, if they attack us, we strike back. And we’re not alone if we join this war. I may have said things in a…grim way, but it isn’t all completely lost.

Admiral Pointer: ”What about the SD’s? They aren’t out at sea, but they are vulnerable in port to a Nuclear Attack. And maybe we could send a few Sea wolves to the theatre to check things out.

Urwing: ”The SD’s will be moved to the War Time Harbors of Shilling and Kultock. It is more safe, and easier to defend. I also have send carrier groups Three, Four, Six and Fifteen to Shilling and Kultock.”

James Brown, Minister of Finance: ”We can afford a war, but our commercial interests are damaged and will even get a major blow if we join. You all talk about national security, but can we afford a long war? It can run into the trillion, bazillions!”

Urwing: ”As you must now, we have a good budget for a war running five years at maximum intensity, even if we lose all income now. But we still have taxes etc. Finance shouldn’t be a problem. More questions? Good, I’m done. Anything to say, Doctor?”

WSE: ”Well, we will get through this one! Warta Endor is strong, powerful and will survive!

The President starts to sing the national anthem and the communist international. Meanwhile Public Opinion in Warta Endor was badly shocked about the attack on Northern Sushi, and simply outraged when the news of the Nuclear attacks on other nations hit the street. They demanded that the government would take action, and quickly…

The main force of Militia Enforced State's army sails towards the shorelines of Northern Sushi. Transport aircraft start landing in the UN nations nearby the warzone, by getting permission to do so, a typical answered request that the MES asks the UN. 3,000,000 soldiers, 1,000 Destructor HBT's, and two of their six infamous Armageddon artillery tanks are brought inside the large transport aircrafts, and transport ships.

Force Commander James Ackvick is counting on the element of surprise, that he has not publically declared their presence, or even contacted the nations in question he was helping. 48 hours ago, the massive force was deployed after a meeting with all but two of his Force Commanders, which were on other deployments. Although they were already busy with the nation of Farmina, the threat made by rogue nations firing nuclear weaponry was too dangerous to ignore, even though Northern Sushi was noted for having human freedom violations. But that could be discussed after the fact; after all, with his army in the country, they would have some stronger barganing power.

The transport aircraft, some carrying the troops, and some empty, ready to move evacuies and wounded, started the flight towards the attacked nations, with XG-32 Swarmer fightercraft escorting beside them. As the aircraft crossed into the affected nations, and moved to engage the invading force's anti-air batteries, Ackvick opened his comlink to the attacked nations.

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Militia Enforced State
Communique
Secured Transmission

Due to the use of nuclear weapons, and the threat of an escalating conflict, we are sending a variety of troops to your nations. They are entering your nations as we speak; please allow them to enter. This help is dependant on the requirement on improving human rights, but we think you will do the right thing. We will push them back!

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Ackvick noted to himself the fact that the war could possibly swing to their doorstep. He gets up and walks out of his office, and walks into the main military command room.

"Force Commander on deck!" a Private yelled, as they all stand up and salute.

"At ease," Ackvick said to them. "Bring the weapons satellites online. Position our two main satellites, 1 and 2 over the nation of Northern Sushi for fire support, and position 3 through 8 around Militia Enforced State, to intercept any incoming nuclear missiles. Also bring our country's defenses online, and a quarter of our national guard into position. Also get our national guard's weapons into our public lockers, and prepare for distribution."

As the nation slept, tracking of it’s air space and near air space continued. The controlling programs identified and locked onto the missiles aimed for Wrycova, the capital and Steinhaus, the bustling second largest metropolis. Pilots in the Northeast could make out a faint blip of light as the anti-missle EMP devices found their marks, and the incoming weapons fell harmlessly out of the sky.

But the missle aimed at the southern port of Ironton found it’s mark a few minutes before dawn. The residential neighborhood around Rashi Hospital heard a soft thud, and in a moment, it was gone. Fires raged throughout surrounding parts of Ironton. The 55,000 dead never knew what hit them.

Address of President Steinberg to the Senate, 12:10 PM
This morning, at 6:45 AM Wrycova Time, combined elements of The Black Katanas, The Grey Legion, and Vhammpyr deliberately and ruthlessly attacked West Cedarbrook. We have since been informed by Lord Ghengiz Tanittas of The Black Katanas of their intention to invade us, as well as many other nations, some of which are already at war.

Today I also report the sinking of the merchant ship Ugazzo by the Black Katana Navy. No survivors were reported.

Also today the Missile Cruiser WCS Quentin McHale came under fire 650 Nautical Miles Southeast of N Y C. And I am proud to inform you that the McHale returned fire.
(riotous applause)

The damage to our nation has been inflicted. The murder and murderous intent is plain for all to see. West Cedarbrook has reached it’s rendezvous with destiny.

This is going to be a long and bloody fight. Tribulations are ahead for West Cedarbrook and for all freedom loving peoples in the world. Yet, I know you share with me the deep urge to defend our homeland to the uttermost, and to deliver to the enemy a lesson that they, and the world shall never forget.

The nation will rise as one man to face the enemy. All men will do their duty.
(7 minute standing ovation)

I have ordered and as of 11:40 AM today confirmed that we attack The Black Katanas. A dozen nuclear warheads are en-route to a mix of military and civilian targets in that enemy nation.
(More standing applause)

I therefore request that the Senate of West Cedarbrook declare war upon
The Black Katanas, The Grey Legion, and Vhammpyr

Correspondence from Senate to President Steinberg, 7:53 PM
It is the unanimous and irrevocable decision of this Senate that as of today, The Kramden of West Cedarbrook is in a state of war with The Black Katanas, Vhammpyr, and The Grey Legion.

Paul Kaminsky, Senate President
Elaine Markowitz, Acting Majority Leader
Robert Goldman, Minority Leader

OOC: MES, you do realize I'm not being invaded don't you..not yet anyway.

Duke Astran and Lord Ghengiz sat in the rubble of what was once a tavern on the outskirts of the Sushian capitol. They were sharing a bottle of 10-year-old scotch while plotting their next move.

" I understand that the king of this pig-nation has scurried underground in a bomb shelter. No doubt with the rest of the rats of this land," said Ghengiz.

" Yes, but we don't need to worry ourselves about him. As soon as he pokes his shriveled head out of the bunker, it'll be shot off by one of the 20 snipers just waiting for the chance." Astran paused. " Our main concern right now is getting our forces off this island and into Topal ASAP. The nations that Vhammpyr nuked are really pissed, and are sending beaucoup shit against us. Fuckin' Alaric is sending a million Spiders. NYC has declared war, as has Comatica. West Cedarbrook has also declared against us, and one of 'em has the bright idea of nuking us right where we are, Sushi be damned."

Ghengiz replied, " Yeah, we gotta get the fuck outta here. How soon before the first of the 'Good Guys' get here?"

"It'll be at least 4 days. We can be out of here before that, and well on our way to Topal. One thing we need to do is get hold of those Vhammpyrian generals, or, better yet, Feratu himself. These guys are scary, yes, but very shrewd when it comes to backroom deals. I wouldn't be surprised if Feratu had an ace up his sleeve." Astran took a big swallow of the scotch. " OK, my friend, we have Sushi. Let's go get Topal, and while we're at it, Comatica and West Cedarbrook. Let's get outta here before Xeraph and the ICBMs even know we're gone!" They laughed, clinked glasses, and issued their orders..............

OOC: MES, you do realize I'm not being invaded don't you..not yet anyway.

OOC: Nope, I'll change the bulletin.

SGT Black and his crew were almost done. They turned the corner. A few shots, another sleepy sailor down. Up the stairs. Nobody knew they were there.

They entered the bridge and in a flurry of gunfire the crew of the Supertanker was dead.

"Good work Raiders. Squads 2 thru 6 get back to your boats. Sqaud 1 will guard the tanker. Now MOVE", ordered SGT Black.

Prince Rothbart was pleased. The raiders had taken contol of the tanker. A skeleton crew would stay behind and steer the ship back towards his fleet. The rest of the men would slowly climb aboard thier speedboats and depart.


The raiders never knew who or what it was that was ripping their heads off. The Wraiths had a two-to-one advantage over the FS commandos, and they used it to their advantage.

They crept up behind every one of the commandos as he was going about his business. They thought that they were going to be able to commandeer the tanker, but they thought wrong.

Just as the raiders were about to clambor back over the sides of the tanker, the Wraiths struck. Each Vhammpyrian grabbed a raider by the back of his head, digging their claws into their skulls. As they twisted the heads of the commandos off, the last thing the commandos felt was the razor-sharp serrated knife slicing their neck muscles and jugular veins. There was no time to scream. They were dead in less than 2 seconds.

The lead Wraith signalled the resy, and in less than a minute were transported off the tanker via one of the Vhammpyrian Stealth HCGS. These were totally silent, and the whole squadron of Wraiths were soon gone,headed back to the Vhammpyrian Battle Carrier just 50 miles away. The carrier was part of a fleet headed towards Kroblexsij, the Black & Grey's next victim......

Kampaloons, Inari Province, Northern Sushi

A small tribal area with a population of 30,000 that has not been hit. A lady walks up on the stage of a theatre.

"I declare myself the new Queen. First we need to end all connections to the outside world, except for one nation, Kirisubo. My name is Madame Silister. I wish to solve all the problems and make amends and rebuild Sushi."

A man in the theater asks, "are you nuts?"

"No sir. I only want to rule."

OOC: yes i have a map, i know the link is in the ooc thread, also kirisubo is used because he/she is not in this war as a major player. (maybe not at all)

Kampaloons, Inari Province, Northern Sushi

A small tribal area with a population of 30,000 that has not been hit. A lady walks up on the stage of a theatre.

"I declare myself the new Queen. First we need to end all connections to the outside world, except for one nation, Kirisubo. My name is Madame Silister. I wish to solve all the problems and make amends and rebuild Sushi."

A man in the theater asks, "are you nuts?"

"No sir. I only want to rule."

OOC: yes i have a map, i know the link is in the ooc thread, also kirisubo is used because he/she is not in this war as a major player. (maybe not at all)


ooc: several things going on here. #1: Sushi is all but defeated (for now). BK and GL have surrounded the capitol. They know the king is inside a bunker. #2: a shitload of nations have declared war against the Black and Gray, and are headed for Sushi. However, #3: Bk and GL are not going to be there. they are on their way to Topal/Comatica/West Cedarbrook to attack one or all of them. #4: Xeraph is on their way to Sushi with Artificially Intelligent "Spiders" and West Cedarbrook is launching nukes.

Now, the idea of a new Queen is a great one, but I just wanted you to realize what's happeneig. It's kind of hard to follow all the stuff going on. I keep a note pad next to me and jot down who's doing what to whom. Helps a lot to keep track. And, #5: if Kirisubo is becoming involved,whether actively or passivly, it is going to have to realize that the Black and Grey armies will sooner or later attack it.

ooc: several things going on here. #1: Sushi is all but defeated (for now). BK and GL have surrounded the capitol. They know the king is inside a bunker. #2: a shitload of nations have declared war against the Black and Gray, and are headed for Sushi. However, #3: Bk and GL are not going to be there. they are on their way to Topal/Comatica/West Cedarbrook to attack one or all of them. #4: Xeraph is on their way to Sushi with Artificially Intelligent "Spiders" and West Cedarbrook is launching nukes.

Now, the idea of a new Queen is a great one, but I just wanted you to realize what's happeneig. It's kind of hard to follow all the stuff going on. I keep a note pad next to me and jot down who's doing what to whom. Helps a lot to keep track. And, #5: if Kirisubo is becoming involved,whether actively or passivly, it is going to have to realize that the Black and Grey armies will sooner or later attack it.
OOC: 1st of all she isn't going to be queen, you'll see
2nd of all i know what is going on.

The drop was succesful: the troops overlooked Capital City.

"Move!" yelled General Trans. Immediately, the troops did. They had trained all their lives to do this. They needed no orders, just a gun.

The troops neared the city. On the opposite sides were more Oillanders. They were prepared to rush in.

"Alright people." Trans said. "The bombers begin to drop their payloads. When the walls collapse, we rush in. Got it?"

"Yes sir!"

Moments later the bombers were seen. They began to drop their arsenal.

In a few seconds the walls would be gone or their survival would force the Oillanders to execute a new attack.

OOC: it would be interesting to see the walls intact.

OOC: it would be interesting to see the walls intact.

OOC: Well they are your walls, so whether they survive is up to you.

OOC: Well they are your walls, so whether they survive is up to you.
OOC: why don't you RP as if the walls stay intact. also how smart are your troops, would'nt it be easier to try to find the gate.

Encrypted Message to West Cedarbrook, Fourhearts, Hakari, and N Y C:

Indeed, we all have maintained damage from these satanist hellraisers, both physical and psycological. So, it is in our greatest days of pain and suffering, we propose that our five nations come together in alliance against these scumbags, namely Black Katanas, Grey Legions, and Vhammpyr. These nations have invasion plans for each of us, which is particularly chilling, and worse yet, we may not be able to defend once they do. I feel that this is necessary for our nations' survivals. Teaming up against the Black, Grey and Vhammpyric Imperium is perhaps the only way in effectively defending against them.

Signed,
Emperor Titus Celmaetus
Head of State
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Collaborative signatures of Imperial Senate enclosed

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Manufacterers were working overtime. Massive amounts of planes and tanks were currently in factories, rolling off the assembly lines in near record speed. Not since World War Two had the United Empire seen such a massive buildup of the armed forces.

The Imperial Senate announced that a draft would be placed as soon as Comatica was fighting enemies on two fronts, much to the dismay of Emperor Titus, as he hated conscriptions. But, he had to agree with this decision; it was necessary for the survival of Comatica.

The casualties at Nuaram exceeded 315,000 so far, with almost 250,000 wounded. The death toll was unanimously expected to shatter 500,000 as more bodies were found, or remained hopelessly unaccounted for.

The Comatic forces in Topal were expected to be attacked, and was widely agreed upon that more forces would be needed. Another 300,000 troops, along with medical personel, almost 25 more ships, and 3,000 more tanks were mobilized with the intention of providing reinforcements before any major damage could be done by Truitt and it's allies, or by Black and Grey. Also, the military went on high alert all over the empire. The invaders were going to come. It was only a question of when and where.

IC:

The bombs fell. The walls didn't.

"Damn. Stronger then I thought." Trans muttered. He thought about which backup plan to use. Charging the gate would probably work. Unfortunately, the Northern Sushi were probably waiting. If the Oillanders won it would be bloody.

"And we don't want to show our potential allies that a crumbling nation can hurt us that much." Trans spoke aloud. Then he got an idea. He radioed the plane to drop some equipment...

An hour later, the drills were in place. The plan was simple: tunnel under the city, emerging in its square. The drills could create a useable, if not entirely stable tunnel quickly.

The troops weren't trained for this: few were. However, it was their only option if they wanted the nation to be recognized as a great power.

6 hours later, a tunnel was in place. The troops began crawling in.

NYC has declared war, as has Comatica. West Cedarbrook has also declared against us, and one of 'em has the bright idea of nuking us right where we are, Sushi be damned."

As I clearly stated, that message proposing to nuke you where you were was encrypted. Therefore, you shouldn't know about it. BTW, the axis can start rping my naval attack a la the post at the top of p. 6.

IC:

To: Emperor Titus Celmaetus, Present Day Comatica
From: President Louis Steinberg, Kramden of West Cedarbrook

We are in agreement with you that an allaiance in needed against the BGV axis, and look forward to meeting with your representatives and those of our co-belligerents.

Encrypted Message to West Cedarbrook, Fourhearts, Hakari, and N Y C:

Indeed, we all have maintained damage from these satanist hellraisers, both physical and psycological. So, it is in our greatest days of pain and suffering, we propose that our five nations come together in alliance against these scumbags, namely Black Katanas, Grey Legions, and Vhammpyr. These nations have invasion plans for each of us, which is particularly chilling, and worse yet, we may not be able to defend once they do. I feel that this is necessary for our nations' survivals. Teaming up against the Black, Grey and Vhammpyric Imperium is perhaps the only way in effectively defending against them.

Signed,
Emperor Titus Celmaetus
Head of State
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Collaborative signatures of Imperial Senate enclosed

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Manufacterers were working overtime. Massive amounts of planes and tanks were currently in factories, rolling off the assembly lines in near record speed. Not since World War Two had the United Empire seen such a massive buildup of the armed forces.

The Imperial Senate announced that a draft would be placed as soon as Comatica was fighting enemies on two fronts, much to the dismay of Emperor Titus, as he hated conscriptions. But, he had to agree with this decision; it was necessary for the survival of Comatica.

The casualties at Nuaram exceeded 315,000 so far, with almost 250,000 wounded. The death toll was unanimously expected to shatter 500,000 as more bodies were found, or remained hopelessly unaccounted for.

The Comatic forces in Topal were expected to be attacked, and was widely agreed upon that more forces would be needed. Another 300,000 troops, along with medical personel, almost 25 more ships, and 3,000 more tanks were mobilized with the intention of providing reinforcements before any major damage could be done by Truitt and it's allies, or by Black and Grey. Also, the military went on high alert all over the empire. The invaders were going to come. It was only a question of when and where.

OOC: Will post to the OOC thread. This seriously needs a definition of MT as all participants know it. It sounds like there's a lot of FT here! Also don't know much how vampires fit into this. It sounds like the allies only hope is to actualize Harry Potter (TM), or grow one shipload of Garlic!

IC:

To: Emperor Titus Celmaetus, Present Day Comatica
From: President Louis Steinberg, Kramden of West Cedarbrook

We are in agreement with you that an allaiance in needed against the BGV axis, and look forward to meeting with your representatives and those of our co-belligerents.



OOC: Will post to the OOC thread. This seriously needs a definition of MT as all participants know it. It sounds like there's a lot of FT here! Also don't know much how vampires fit into this. It sounds like the allies only hope is to actualize Harry Potter (TM), or grow one shipload of Garlic!


ooc: Ahem....if you would read Vhammpyr's first post, you would have an avid description of what THEY call vampires. I personnaly am a big fan of vampires, but these are a bit...different. And as far as MT/PT, etc, the only PT I've seen here was a mention of railguns and some nations beaming around. I've not seen any FT ( space ships etc...)

As I clearly stated, that message proposing to nuke you where you were was encrypted. Therefore, you shouldn't know about it. BTW, the axis can start rping my naval attack a la the post at the top of p. 6.


ooc: it has nothing to do with your encrypted message. The vamps nuked you and several others, and therefore a declaration of war was assumed. sorry for the confusion. I htink we need to have some sort of a synopsis post/thread so we all know whats going on at any given time. more and more nations joining...it's going to get crazy.

The raiders never knew who or what it was that was ripping their heads off. The Wraiths had a two-to-one advantage over the FS commandos, and they used it to their advantage.

They crept up behind every one of the commandos as he was going about his business. They thought that they were going to be able to commandeer the tanker, but they thought wrong.

Just as the raiders were about to clambor back over the sides of the tanker, the Wraiths struck. Each Vhammpyrian grabbed a raider by the back of his head, digging their claws into their skulls. As they twisted the heads of the commandos off, the last thing the commandos felt was the razor-sharp serrated knife slicing their neck muscles and jugular veins. There was no time to scream. They were dead in less than 2 seconds.

The lead Wraith signalled the resy, and in less than a minute were transported off the tanker via one of the Vhammpyrian Stealth HCGS. These were totally silent, and the whole squadron of Wraiths were soon gone,headed back to the Vhammpyrian Battle Carrier just 50 miles away. The carrier was part of a fleet headed towards Kroblexsij, the Black & Grey's next victim......


The Black Cross - Flagship of Prince Rothbart's Fleet
4 Hours Later


Everywhere was steel. The walls, the floor, the chair, the desk. It was all steel. Cold...hard....steel.

The former Captain of the Red Tide was standing before an very angry Prince Rothbart. A very angry Rothbart with a very large black sword. The captain was shaking and very much like a scared rabbit before the wolves.

"Tell me Again...what happened...Captain...", the Prince demanded as he gave the captain a heated glare.

"We boarded the ship, neutralised it's crew...then we lost contact....We heard...noises...scatching..clawing noises."

"I KNOW what you heard Captain, I was listening." Prince Rothbart informed the Captain as his blood left his face. "Why do you think you recived orders to destroy the tanker? Do you really think High Command wanted that Tanker destoyed? That High Command wanted to waste millions of gallons of fuel?"

The dark prince, dressed in armor that looked simular to a dragon, paused for a moment to see if the Captain would give some sort of pathetic excuse for his failures or see if he even realised what tatical error he made.

The captain didn't speak, his mouth just stood there hanging open.

"I can tell you what happened Captain. You broke the Queen's Law"

Terror swept the Captain's face, "NO YOUR HIGHNESS! I SWEAR"

"Silence you pathetic excuse for a man! You broke the Queen's Law when you allowed your wretched speedboats to go right next to the ship! You were spotted and the enemy sent a counter-force against yours. My doctirne clearly states that men are to leave the sub while still underwater. My doctrine says nothing about being caught. You have failed me and your Queen Captian"

The Captain was in tears and for all intensive purposes begging for his life.

"Pick up your sword Captain...."

"NO PLEASE!"

"PICK UP YOUR SWORD!" commanded the dark prince.

The doomed captain drew his sword and held it up in a vain attempted to gaurd himself from the impending attack. Prince Rothbart charged the captain with his larger black sword and struck hard. A loud clang filled the metal room as the captain's sword broke in two. The captain's eyes grew wide as the taller prince placed his sword at the Captain's throat.

"As Prince of Fourspades and Defender of the Realm, I find you guilty of High Treason. The Sentence is Death. Do you have anything to say before the sentence is carried out?"

Between sobs, the man muttered out, "Long live the Queen"

"Very well, now DIE!"

Prince Rothbart's sword swung low and sliced clean through the man's neck. The cold grey walls now decorated with the blood. Rothbart left the room still enraged. He wanted to know what those things were. What could have sneaked past his men. What kind of creature claws to death his enimes. How they could have known about thier raid.

ooc: it has nothing to do with your encrypted message. The vamps nuked you and several others, and therefore a declaration of war was assumed. sorry for the confusion. I htink we need to have some sort of a synopsis post/thread so we all know whats going on at any given time. more and more nations joining...it's going to get crazy.

Yeah, but you specifically said you know that we are thinking about nuking you at that spot, which is not implied by a war declaration. The nuke thing was secret.

I agree, a summary would be nice.

The Queen's Cross
Flagship of the Fourheart's Airship Fleet
Enroute to North Sushi

Prince Drake walked onto the deck.

"ATTENTION! COMMANDER ON THE BRIDGE!"

"Carry on"

Here, Prince Drake was Commander. There was no, "Your majesty" or "Your highness" or "My lord" or any of that stuff. Anyone who had been under fire along with the prince could call him just plain "Drake." His upbringing on an airship had caused Drake to forgo many of the formalites that royalty normally entailed. It just wasn't him.

"What's the situation Peg?" Drake asked.

"I tell ya sir, this ain't gonna be pretty. The nations that BGV nuked are still reelling and Northen Sushi is just about toast. We've gotten messages inviting us to be part of an alliance and we've accepted. What did you have in mind?"

Drake checked the map and the data that was coming across the screen.

"If the invading force came up from this way, their supply lines should run along....here. If their force is that large then their bound to have a large number of supply ships. Send the Second Fleet to patrol these areas to harass their supply lines."

"Yes sir"

Prince Drake and Prince Rothbart were simular in a lot of ways in terms of size and tatics. Each one of them favored starving the enemy versus a head on attack. Each Prince was good with a sword. However, Drake enjoyed the respect and freindship of his men while Rothbart enjoyed thier fear.

The Second Fleet split off from the main group and flew towards the area between Northern Sushi and Black Katana. From there they would target enemy supply routes. Below, the Aircraft Carrier Group Vindicator with it's fighter escorts departed the main fleet as well.

Second Fleet

Naval Forces
- Aircraft Carrier Vindicator
- Los Angeles Class Submarine Sea Serpent
- ASW Frigate Waverunner

Air Fleet
- Command Ship Texas (AWACS)
- Fireship Squadron Dagger (Anti-Aircraft) (12)
- Fireship Sqaudron Raiper (Anti-Naval) (12)
- Fireship Broadsword (Bomber)
- Fireship Hatchet (Torpedo)
- Fireship Longbow (ASW)

The Fireships were armed with 450,000 pounds worth of various types of guided missiles. The Command Ship Texas would scan the waters for enemy vessels and send out orders to destroy them.

Gen. John Strickland, Supreme Commander fo the Royal Xeraphian Forces, was taking a quick recon of the situation in Northern Sushi in his HCGS. He had seldom seen this kind of devastation.

The combined armies of the Katanas and the Grey Legions had all but overun the island-nation. Whole cities were nothing more than bombed-out ruins, roads and highways were jammed full of burnt-out vehicles of the citizens of Sushi trying to get out of the path of the Imperium forces. Not many had made it.

Here and there he could see a few people wandering around, scrounging for food and shelter. Strickland saw more than one mother carrying the bodies of their dead children.

But the one thing he was looking for, he didn't find......the Imperium forces. All that was left of the Katanas and Legions were a handful of snipers waiting for the King of Sushi to make an appearence.

" This is very odd captain. Where did all of the attacking armies go?", came a voice from the rear of the copter.

Captain Rogers had a bit of a sarcastic tone in his voice as he replied, " Well, sir, aside from the fact that theyr'e not here, common sense would tell you that they are very aware that a slew of countries are coming after them and therefore they undoubtedly hitailed it out of here. Question is.....where'd they go?"

Alaric stared at him. Not many would have the nerve to address the Emperor that way....and he appreciated it immensely. He grinned and said, " Very well, captain, It is now therefore your job to find out where they went. Wherever it is, we can be assured that they are up to no good."

Rogers agreed. " Yes, sir. I'll get on it right away. Do you still want the Spiders deployed here along with Prince Vlad's troopers?"

Alaric thought for a minute. " No, not all of them. Have Ric send 50,000 Spiders here just in case the Imperium comes back. And have Vlad hold his troops in reserve. They will be needed elsewhere, I'm sure."

" Yes, sir...."

Little did the Xeraphians know, but that the Black & Grey Imperial Fleet had long since left the stricken nation of Sushi. The combined navies, 244 ships strong, had sailed due west almost 24 hours ago, straight for the war-zone of the Topal/Comatica situation. In addition, Lord Feratu of Vhammpyr had informed Ghengiz that seventy-two of their vessels were en route to Kroblexsij, just a half-days sail from Topal.

The Black & Grey fleet included 38 carriers, each with an average of 66 fighters aboard. Two of the Imperium carriers had been sunk along with two battleships, four destroyers,and a handfull of missileships. They were victorious, but at a cost.

They had successfully created the diversion intended. They didn't at all care about the small nation of Sushi. They simply picked on a country that would be unable to resist them, so that they could hit their primary goal with the element of complete surprise.

Comatica was that goal. The rich and powerful nation was perfectly situated next to an immense desert, which when occupied by the Imperium,would give them a base for subsequent operations. The plan was to relocate the entirety of the Imperium forces there....hundreds of millions of soldiers, pilots, sailors and tens of thousands of tanks, missile-carriers,and fighter-jets. And the shoreline was extensive, so there were more than enough berths for the CBGs of the Imperium.

They were plotting on several fronts. They had to keep the big boys guessing, and at the same time keep an eye on the various nations who were after a piece of them. They were, in combination, big enough to fend off isolated attacks. But they needed a couple of more allies.

Vhammpyr was alledgedly pursuing that venue, but nothing solid had as yet emerged. And time was running out.....

ENCRYPTED MESSAGE:
The situation in Northern Sushi is bad. The capital is surrounded according to our surveillence. We have been told the king is in a secure location impervious to attack. This may be our one chance to dislodge the axis from Northern Sushi. If the majority of their forces are grouped around the capital, what is your opinion on a tactical nuclear strike on those forces? The capital will certainly sustain damage, although we doubt there is anything but a small core of defenders left inside. Conversely, we could take out the Axis' main force, allowing Oillander to take Toro and the rest of the allies to land successfully. The ends might justify the means in this case. We need an immediate response.
-N Y C Defense Department
Just reminding the allies of the encrypted message I sent, It's URGENT.

Five nuclear missiles were approaching Haraki's coastline, and none of the squabbling between the Foreign Minister and the Chief of the Air Force could change it. The best they coudl do was rely on the unreliable and ineffective anti-missile defences they had. The first and most effective was a squadron of scrambled fighter planes. Totalling twelve planes in total, they were volunteers, willing to die in a nuclear explosion should it be required, and they were carrying specialized missiles, designed to target the huge ICBMs tearing down on the Harakian coast. At fifty kilometres away from the coast, the planes launched their missiles and peeled away. A cloud of missiles bore down on each of the ICBMs, but it was barely enough. Two were destroyed in mid-air, one creating a massive explosion over the water that astounded fishermen from ten kilometres away. A third was blown off-course and its navigation systems were damaged by missile strikes, and detonated on the water ten kilometres away.

But two were still approaching, fast. It looked as though one was aimed at the major port of Arkia, and the other at the slightly less major port city Uses (Pronounced Oo-sees). Their anti-missile defences were online and began firing at ten kilometres. Those at Arkia actually managed to land a lucky hit and destroyed the missile. Those on the Arkian docks watched it fall to the water and hit with a resounding splash, undetonated. A small pleasure boat right beside where it hit watched the missile sink to the depths of the ocean.

The last missile, however, was not so well-fated from the Harakian perspective. It was aimed at the centre of town, yet close enough to the docks to cause significant damage. The anti-missile defences at Uses fired as much as they could but only managed to divert the missile. It deviated twenty degress to the north and struck in the suburbs of Uses instead, striking an area of suburban bungaloes and townhouses with medium population density. The explosion killed at least a hundred thousand people, the blast radius reaching downtown. Estimates showed radiation would kill hundreds of thousands more in years to come. Miraculously, the docks were mostly undamaged, and all ships in port instantly set sail to avoid repercussions. Most simply sailed to Arkia to continue what they had been doing in port.



And a furious Angela Shepherd turned to the Foreign Minister. "John," she seethed. "A hundred thousand people are dead. They launched fucking nukes at us. Nuclear weapons. The nation of Vhammpyrs is our new favourite target. Let's see how they like it."

"Nukes, Angela?" Friedman asked worryingly. If they started a nuclear war now, there was no telling what might happen.

"No, John. Just regular ICBMs. As many as we can within the hour, keeping a comfortable amount in reserve. How many is that?"

"We can launch, let's see ... Non-nuclear ICBMs, we have about forty active right now, with a hell of a lot more in the works."

"Launch them all," she responded. "I don't care at what. Civilian targets, military targets ... They killed a hundred thousand of our people, the least we can do is fuck them up a bit. They may be vampires, but let's see what happens to vampires when they get blown to bits. Forty ICBMs, John. I want at least half directed at military bases, prioritizing naval, because they can't invade us if they can't get to us. The others, direct at any missile sites you can see. If you can't see them, find them within an hour and then shoot them. If you can't do that, shoot something like a power plant. I don't care as long as they see they don't mess with us. Got it?"

"Yes, Ann," Friedman replied glumly. "I know what you mean."

"Oh, and we have the Twilights in the water by now, right?"

"Yes."

"Good. Move them closer to the Vhammpyr territory. If they launch so much as a single nuke at us again, I want their nation turned to glass. Fire every missile the Twilights have at whatever you or they can find, and then return them for rearming, so they can do it again. And launch six more Twilights, armed to the teeth with all-nuclear armaments. If they're going to turn this into Armageddon, then they'll fucking get what they want."

Friedman simple nodded. "Weaver's raiders are already in the water near the supply lines for the Greys' and Katanas' forces. We've assembled what we think would make a good taskforce to attack the transport ships currently headed for Comatica, since they've already defeated Northern Sushi and moved on. We think four Dragoon-class carriers, both the Shrikes, two of the Cains, and two Retributions would do the trick, accompanied by all four Atherlon-class battleships and two of the Zodiac battlecruisers."

"They have over thirty carriers in the water. How can we compare?"

"Well, with this plan we'd be sending ten of our own, and you have to remember, we have a tendency to use much larger carriers than them. The Cains, the biggest carriers we'd be sending, are outfitted with 144 planes each. The smallest, the Retribution escorts, are 60-plane ships. Most of the enemy ships are much smaller, which means this levels the playing fields at least a bit. What do you think?"

"Do it," she growled. "Wreak as much havoc as possible. There's the slightest chance they had something to do with the unprovoked missile strike, so we'll blow them out of the fucking water. I mean it, John. Try and kill them. All of them."

He nodded. "They'll have left by midnight."

And indeed they had.





HNS Sasquatch, the ocean

Rear-Admiral Ben Weaver watched the radar screen as a convoy came into view on it, and he smiled. "What do you think?" he asked, looking up at Commodore Felias Locke, who shrugged.

"Looks like a supply convoy to me, sir."

Weaver smiled. "Good. Me too. Fairly small escort ships, fairly big, unarmed transports. Perfect target, and the exact reason we're out here. I like the way today's turning out."

The task force, composed of ten cruisers ranging from the smallest, the Excalibur-class light cruisers, up through the Wolfe heavy cruisers, Sirius-class missile cruiser, and the prime of the fleet, three Sasquatch-class battlecruisers, designed around surface raiding. To that extent, they were masters of it. They used massive 400mm guns to destroy their targets, and a number of missiles to strike escorting ships from afar.

"Sir," the radar officer shouted, looking up. "I think they know we're here. They're deviating from their standard course by twenty degrees to try and avoid us."

"All right, then," Weaver responded, "time for action. Tactical officer, give the orders. In three minutes, I want the Sasqiatches and the Sirius to launch missiles, a total of two Pikeman missiles per escort ship. Then, whether they're destroyed or not, close to firing range. We don't care about taking supplies or anything of the sort, so we're just going to destroy every ship in the convoy. Agreed?"

"Agreed," Locke replied.

Three minutes later, the Sasquatches each launched four Pikeman missiles, and the HNS Aldebaran launched two, a total of fourteen missiles streaking towards the seven escorts. Following the launch, the ten-ship taskforce closed the distance to gun range and prepared for a fight, or at least to sink a bunch of undefended ships.





OOC: Either BK or the Greys can claim the convoy for RPing.

The supply convoy steaming west was lightly guarded. A battleship, a destroyer, two subs and two missile-ships were given the job of escorting 20+ tankers and transport vessels. One of the transport ships held 19,000 Katanan marines.

They were to meet up with the BK/GL fleet headed northwest. The fleet had just left Northern Sushi about 28 hours ago, leaving just 200 soldiers to stage guerrilla tactics on any nation that showed up to aid Sushi.

The Black & Grey Imperium fleet was large, close to 250 ships, 38 of which were carriers holding over 2,000 fighters, 600 of which were patrolling the skies in a 25 mile parameter 24 hours a day.

Two more fleets were on their way to the North Atlantic and the Barrows Seas. The Vhammpyric fleet of 72 vessels had been on their way to Kroblexsij to complete the job that the Vhammpyrian bombers started. New orders from Lord Feratu diverted them to the coming confrontation with Comatica. They were on a heading of south-southeast, directly towards the islands of Kassa Nova and Narien.

The other fleet had just set sail from the Legion port of Azgrith. This fleet was comprised of 7 CBGs, a total of 175 naval vessels, including 28 carriers, 14 battleships, and numerous other ships-of-the-line.

All told, over 500 ships of war were headed towards Comatica. The Vhammpyric navy was going to start the battle for Comatica by shelling the city of Serel, on the island of Donelium, as they passed by that island. They would continue on to Kassa Nova and Narien where they would take up semi-permanent positions among the bewildering array of islands in that area.

The Grey Legion fleet would pick up where the Vhammpyrians left off. Just when Serel thought that it was over, the Legions would hit them with a double-punch.

The BK/GL fleet would first hit the island of Secruteus, leveling the city of Pratalae. The Tocrowkians would never know what hit them.

In effect, it was to be a four-pronged attack by the combined forces of the Black and Grey Imperium.

None knew it at the time, but it was to be a battle that would change the face of the Comatican, Topalian, and Tocrowkian territories for a very long time......

Command Ship Texas
2nd Airship Fleet
Kingdom of Fourhearts

"SIR! Large convoy spotted! bearing 2-2-3! Wait....they appear to be under attack by Haraki forces. Enemy convoy undergoing evasive manuvers."

The Commander looked on the screen as data began flashing across.

"COMMO: Send a message out to that Harakian Battlecruiser.

Attention Allied Forces aboard the Harakian Battlecrusier, this is Texas Six of the Kingdom of Fourhearts. Would you like some heavy air support in taking down that convoy?? Over

The commander turned to his XO, "Have the fireship sqaudrons stand ready. Go to full alert."

Chimes sounded throughout the second fleet.

As the aircraft approached the country of Northern Sushi, a corporal swings his chair around, looking at Ackvick.

"Sir, we have intercepted an encrypted message. It seems to be coming from the N Y C. Unknown details."

Ackvick nods. "Thank you Corporal. What is the current tactical situation?"

Another Corporal looks towards his monitor, and activates the scanner. "Sir, there seems to be a large force surrounding the capital of Northern Sushi. Hundreds of tanks, and thousands of troops. It doesn't look good."
Ackvick nods, as Force Commander Amy Ackvick walked into the control room. "At ease," she said as she walked in, before the control room saluted them.

James looks closer at the viewer. "Alright, bring assault grouos Alpha and Beta into flanking positions here, and here." he said as he pointed on the monitor. The touch screen pinged, demonstrating his pressing. "Paradrop the infantry and our Shatterer MBT's from those groups from 10,000 feet. Deploy Charlie company around the Internation airport and take it over, same method. Once they secure it, we can drop our Destructor HBT's and our other heavier weaponry into the country."

James then points to the coast. "What about the large invasion fleet?" he asked.

"They seemed to have left, sir."

Ackvick grined. "Perfect. Bring the ships towards the shore, and bring the MESV Final Victory into position near the shoreline. Have it fire its main turrets at enemy troops on land. Also get our carrier-based fighter-bombers in the air, and take out any enemy tanks they find, piority AA, heavy armor, light armor. And deploy the remainder of our troops to flush this menace out of their country!"

James looks back at Amy Ackvick. He gives her a quick kiss. "We're about to attack. I want you to take command here. I want to command this personally."

"But wouldn't it be extremely dangerous?" Amy Ackvick said to him.

"In a war this size, having a presence such as mine will greatly boost morale." he replies. He gave her a small wave, and walks out of the room.


Military Deployment:

Alpha Regiment
5,000 Shatterer Main Battle Tanks
1,000 Destructor Heavy Battle Tanks
50,000 Troops

Beta Regiment
5,000 Shatterer Main Battle Tanks
1,000 Destructor Heavy Battle Tanks
50,000 Troops

Charlie Regiment
5,000 Shatterer Main Battle Tanks
1,000 Destructor Heavy Battle Tanks
50,000 Troops

Delta Regiment
5,000 Shatterer Main Battle Tanks
1,000 Destructor Heavy Battle Tanks
50,000 Troops

Trinity Special Forces Squadron
100 Special Operations Personnel

Task Force 1
1 Final Victory Class Super-Dreadnought
MESV Final Victory

4 Champion Class Carriers
MESV Defiance, MESV Dominator, MESV Eagle, MESV Hercules

12 Bradley Class Frigates
MESV Batani, MESV Aeris, MESV Daedalous, MESV Elkins, MESV Gage, MESV Hawk, MESV Hornet, MESV Mischivious, MESV Northridge, MESV Norway, MESV Olympic, MESV Sentinel

2 Pathway Nuclear Submarines (With midranged nuclear weapons capability)
MESV Pathway, MESV Sitak

Alpha Squadron
500 XG-32 Swarmer Fightercraft
300 XB-91 Rhino Fighter-Bombers

Beta Squadron
500 XG-32 Swarmer Fightercraft
300 XB-91 Rhino Fighter-Bombers

Charlie Squadron
500 XG-32 Swarmer Fightercraft
300 XB-91 Rhino Fighter-Bombers

Black Squadron (Elite)
8 XF-99 Vengeance Fightercraft

"Helldivers" Bomber Squadron
100 XB-110 Fury Bombers

"Wrestlers" Heavy-Lift Squadron
1,000 Thor Heavy Lift Transports

MES, check your TG.....

Thanks. If it's still too high, let me know.

Command Ship Texas
2nd Airship Fleet
Kingdom of Fourhearts

The bridge of the Texas was buzzing with activity. The AWACS operators were marking targets and scanning the air for threats. The Commander was ordering his fleet into position.

"Dagger Sqaudron, circle around the fleet and watch our backs. Hatchet and Broadsword, form up on that Battleship. The armor is too thick for Harpoons. Raiper Sqaudron, spread out and prepare for attack run on those tankers. Longbow, launch a sonor bouy into the water, check for enemy subs. Texas Six OUT

"Texas Six, Longbow Six, Rodger that, lauching bouy now"

A single airship desendened from the swarm of airships. The bomb bay doors opened and a large finned ball dropped. The ball flew through the air and dived into the sea. It instantly began active pinging to find anything under the water as well as sent the targeting data for all the ships in the water dircectly to Texas's targeting computers.

"Third Army reports they are inside Toro. They haven't encountered any opposition yet."

Lt. Salvs listened to the officer with only half an ear. The Battle of Sushi was over as far as most of the nation was concerned. Oh, Militia Enforced State was sending troops, which could help retake what was left of the battered nation, but even if they succeeded, the war would be no closer to being won or lost. No, Northern Sushi no longer mattered.

Comatica was now the main feature in this war. Oillanders "allies" (the term was used loosely since little coordination had taken place between them) had launched an invasion. And the Oillanders weren't willing to be ignored this time.

Lt. Salvs was on a transport heading for Comatica. Three armies (As opposed to the one in Sushi) were coming.

Oillanders place in the world would e defined in the days to come. Whether it was a lethal nation or an insignificant power was about to be seen.

On board the fleets of N Y C, a grim mood descended on the crew. They had come too late, and hadn't seen the full picture. Northern Sushi was a lightly defended wasteland. the high command had instructed them to pull away from the coast. The nations there would take care of the small axis force and liberate the king.

N Y C had bigger fish to fry. Comatica was in grave danger, and was a much, much bigger nation than Northern Sushi. If they captured and held that nation, the Black and Grey Imperium would practically multiply in size. It would only be a matter of time before their list of nations to crush had N Y C at the top. They needed as weak an enemy and as many allies as they could get.

Ahead of the fleet, a gathering of ships could be heard, and rumbles echoed through the air.

So this is how it begins. The first major battle. This could decide so much...

"Launch the aircraft. Ready the guns. FULL SPEED AHEAD!"

"Third Army reports they are inside Toro. They haven't encountered any opposition yet."

And they wouldn't. The entire city was empty. Buildings were destroyed. The city was an interesting, yet horrific site. Bodies lie on the ground. It was a site that no nations army could probably understand. It was total destruction.

/* -- To West Cedarbrook Armed Forces - Top Secret, Code ZF32I9.1 -- */
Order of Battle for Overseas Operations:
Adm. Yehoshua Ben Zvi-Eliezar, Chief of Staff, W.C Armed Forces

1. 4th Air Force to establish Air Bridge with Comatica. Engage and attack all enemy forces both naval and air encountered.

2. West Cedarbrook Navy Carrier Groups Zakopane, Circleville and Wheeling to Rendezvous with N Y C Navy for joint operations. Carrier Groups Evanston and Bardiu to follow.

3. 4th and 9th Army Corps to organize as West Cedarbrook Expeditionary Force, at full battle strenght of 2 Million, to train and await overseas assignment as needed.

/* -- End of Coded Message -- *?

Toro

The troops roamed the empty streets, searched the buildings, and circled the city from the air.

They found nothing but destruction.

When the troops had emerged from the tunnel (Which had held surprisingly well) they had expected a great battle. But all they had seen was death.

General Trans looked out. What to be done next? They occupied a now useless city. They were sitting ducks for any defenders left.

Then he made his decision. He radioed the troop carriers.

"Evacuate all Oillander troops in this city. Then head to the ships. We are leaving. And contact the bombers: destroy the city. Make sure it's never used for anything but a tomb."

The aircraft of the Alpha and Beta squad deployment forces fly above the destroyed capital of Northern Sushi. A moment later, the back doors on the aircraft slowly open to reveal two Shatterer MBT's in its hold, and about 200 troops in each aircraft.

"Ten seconds!" yells a Sargeant over the roaring of the engines, wind, and the thunderstorm they were flying through.

Private Jonathan Farley unbuckles himself from the seat, and gets up from his seat, while holding onto an overhead rail to steady himself. He grabs his MR-20 assault rifle, clips his gun to his suit to keep it from falling off of him, checks his paracute straps, and turns towards the opening.

This will be my first time on a military mission. Here goes nothing... he thought to himself.

"GO GO GO!" the Sargeant yells, and the troops jump out of the plane.

Meanwhile, in the forward Shatterer MBT in the same transport, Corporal Jane Lawrence of her division's Paratanker division, straps herself tightly into her seat, while her gunner Private Ryan Jacobs does the same in the seat beside her. She and him have been good friends for a long time, meeting each other in the acadamy.

Ryan looks at Jane, and looks somewhat concerned. "Have you done this type of maneuver before?!" he says.

Jane gives a small laugh. "Nope, but this should be a great on-the-field training! Should be more fun than the simulations!"

As the last of the troops jump out, Ryan starts to sound a little panicked. "Will the parachute on this thing hold?!"

Jane nods. "You bet! Rated for twice the weight of this thing!"

"But what if it fails?!" Ryan says.

"Then we'll be the world's largest lawn ornament!" Jane says with a laugh.

They suddently hear the locks to their tank release. "Ready?" she asks.

Ryan nods a no.

Jane then gives a slightly crazed, sadistic look. "Sorry I have to do this." She pushes forward on the drive controls, and drive it forward, and out of the transport.

"YYYYYYYYYYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!" Jane yells at the top of her lungs in exhileration as the tank tumbles downwards from 10,000 feet.

"SSSSSSSSSHHHHHHHHIIIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTTTTTT!!!!!!!!!!!!!" Ryan yells in complete shock.

A few moments later, Jane pulls a lever on the roof. Three large circular parachutes pop out of the back of the specially modified turret, and deploy, jerking the two tanks in their seats.

As they slowly sail downwards, Jane looks back at Ryan.

"How was that?" Jane says with glee.

"I......I......want to be....National Guard!" Ryan stutters.

"Oh, you're no fun!" she says.

Moments later, the tank lands on the forward area of the tank, and releases the cables. Soon, the entire division moved to regroup.

Lt. Col. Kaasck had finally been relieved just ten minutes ago. It had been a long 36 hours getting the combined fleets and ground forces off of Sushi before the Allies got there. ' Skunked 'em again', he thought.

He was about to be served the evening meal by a very lovely, thoroughly naked waitress when his name was blared through the loudspeakers.

" Lietenant Colonel Kaask, to the bridge, on the double!" It was the Duke. It was not a good thing to keep the Duke waiting.

Kaask got to the bridge in record time to find the Duke in deep conversation with two people he didn't recognize. As he approached the group, he did a double-take. It couldn't be. Cousin Nalki? He looked at the other guy. Cousin Ilklim? What the fuck......

The Duke spoke. " I see you recognize your relatives, Lt. Col. And no doubt your'e wondering what theyr'e doing here?"

" To say the least, your Grace. I haven't seen them in at least two years. Theyr'e all grown up!"

" Yes....grown up and Commanders of the Armies of the Borderlands of Dark Visions. They want in with the Black and Grey Imperium. What do you think?"

Kaask didn't know what to think at first. Dark Visions had never, to his knowledge, been in a major conflict. Granted, they had conducted many attacks on lesser nations and always had handily come out on top. But this was not their usual forte'.

" My lord, if I may...." Astran waved his hand, and the three cousins headed for the Situation Room.

Kaask turned to them and asked, " Do you know what your'e asking? These aren't the tribesmen and colonies youv'e come up against. These are the big boys. They'll kick your ass while slitting your throats. They'll use every weapon at their command to see that you and all of your people are dead...in the most brutal and horrific ways possible."

Nalki and Ilklim looked at each other, then back to Kaask. "We are here at the order of Speaker Adzeyii. He feels that we are ready for expansion, and he knows that the Imperium will be very hard to beat. We have nothing to lose, everything to gain. We are ready to place ourselves under the banner of the Black & Grey Imperium."

" Hmph....and just what is that you have to offer us, my cousins?"

"Over 850,000 armored troopers, 21 CBGs, 35 Air Wings, and 8 divisions of MBTs."

Fairly impressive,for a relatively young nation. Almost a million men-in-arms, about 450 naval vessels, about 2300 aircraft, and over 1800 Armored Vehicles.

" Alright, let me converse with the Duke..............."

" Never mind, Lt. Col. I heard the entire conversation. I am honored that they have such a highly placed trust in the Imperium."

The Duke turned to the Vision Commanders. " I accept your allegiance. Tell your speaker that I will have orders for your nation within the hour, after I converse with my generals and the generals of the other Axis nations, the Black Katanas, Vhammpyr, and the Oillanders."

As he was finishing up speaking, a huge.....thing....stepped out of a fiery blue oval not 15 feet from them. The Vhammpyrian General had come to them.

" Ah, General Azulun, good to see you. I and our new comrades were just going to contact you............."

Azulun fixed the Duke with an icy stare. " Shut up! We know about Dark Visions." He looked over to the two cousins, who had heard of, but never seen, a vampire. They were staring wide-eyed at the blood-stained uniform and the heads hanging from the General's pistol belt. " Here is what you shall tell Adzeyii. We need your forces to help the effort in Comatica. We are evenly matched right now, but with your forces, we will be able to tip the scales in our favor. You are to attack Topal with overwhelming force and overcome them. At the same time, any other nation who comes against Topal, and therefore yourselves, will be attacked by a combination of Vision units and Vhammpyrian units. Between the two of us, we will put over 3 million men and machines into Topal, securing that nation for our needs. Do you understand?"

The cousins bobbed their heads in unison, still not saying a word.

" Very well. Now excuse me, I need to get back to my troops." As he turned to go, blood and other bodily fluids flew from his long, matted hair and spattered all in the room. In a second, he disappeared through the fiery blue oval.

Nalki and Ilklim wondered just what in the name of all that's holy had they gotten themselves into.......

The Carrier Titus Wraith

Flight Ensign Ray T'sa sat in his small bomber awaiting orders for take off. He slowly tapped on cockpit screen. Unlike the infantry, pilots weren't trained from birth. They experienced nervousness, fear, and boredom instead of just tuning them out.

"T'sa, you are clear for takeoff. Spirits be with you."

With that, T'sa started the bomber's engine. It accelerated out of the ship and into the air, joining the large air force on its way to Comatica. With luck, they would get a few bombs onto Aredeth before returning to the fleet. The purpose of the bombing was fear; causing it was more powerful then the death of 10,000 enemy soldiers. (Of course, that could lead to fear too...)

The 20 escorts protected the 12 bombers. If the enemy met to engage them, the bombers could put up a fight, and the fighters outclassed most, which would hopefully make up for their severe disadvantage in numbers.

"Spirits of my brothers and sisters protect me." T'sa prayed as he flew his plane towards Comatica.

Ensign Johnson was about hit the sack when the first explosion hit amidship. "What the fuck..."

What the fuck was that his tanker had just taken a direct hit from a torpedo. And it was going to get worse....

All had been calm and peaceful just minutes ago. Then the sirens sounded, and all hell broke loose. Enemy aircraft were attacking the supply convoy in force. Already there were three ships burning, one slipping below the waves leaving a huge oil slick in it's wake. The battleships and destroyers were firing back with a vengeance, nailing a couplf of Fourspadian fighters.

A lieutenant was screaming something unintelligable and pointing at the water. In a second, all hands knew what he was screaming about.

An enemy sub had scored twice on the tanker, the explosions ripping a massive hole in the hull. Sailors were jumping ship, only to be burned alive in the sea.

Dogfights were criss-crossing the sky. Fourspadian versus Katanan and Legion. The Fourspadians had already destroyed the launch-deck of the carrier, so no more fighters could scramble up to the attacking fighters. The remaining jets were sitting ducks. Missile after missile and bomb after bomb hit the carrier, until a final gargantuan explosion ripped the carrier apart, sending all 1700 hands and 53 fighters to the bottom of the sea.

The Legion destroyers were getting a few of the enemy aircraft, but the surprise attack left them at a complete disadvantage.

The Fourspadian fighters had dived out of the sun and had grabbed the Black & Grey flotilla by their balls. And they didn't let go until a superior force of B & G fighters reinforced the fleet. The Fourspadians got out of there right quick....hit and run. The result was the worst defeat in Katanan and Legion history.

Fully 16 of the 24 ships en route to the rendevous with the main Black & Grey fleet were destroyed. Sunk. Blown to pieces. The remaining ships were all damaged in manner or another. Crippled and limping along.

Ensign Johnson was floating in the sea, holding on with one arm to the liferaft. The other arm had been severed at the elbow by a razor-sharp piece of steel decking that had been flying through the air. He was rapidly losing consciousness, but the last thought he had was that the Duke and Ghengiz was really going to be pissed. It was a good thing that he was losing consciousness, because the sharks were circling closer and closer.....

OOC: Before anyone says anything, sorry for spelling your name wrong (you know who you are). I am acting on GL's mentions in the Comatican-Topalian War thread. If I am mistaken say so and I will delete this messege.

Coded Telegram to The Black and Grey, Oilanders, and Vymmpyrs

It has come to my attention that you plan on invading Topal, a state which I have outspokenly claimed to protect as my own. Now, usually, this would be no problem, as we do not share the best of history, but there is a present, and future, problem with such a decision on both our sides.

It seems that if you are to carry with your plans we would have to fight on the open field, and although this may not be any problem with your fine sirs, it stands in the way of my plans of becoming a respectable ally of your coalition, and I wish not for this to happen.

We share a common goal, the callapse of independant Comatica, but besides that I see no reason why you would even consider this telegram beyond "in and Out" boxes on your desks. I wish for you to understand my conserns, and possibly act on them, possibly targetting a state that has caused you greater harm such as N Y C, West Cedarbrook, or Haraki. It would, strategically and tactically, make more sense, because compared to those nations, Topal shall give you nothing but a staging point for future ventures, which is not vital at all to your, or my own, current status of war and peace.

Mi amigos, I part you now with no hard feelings intending, and hope that this issue can be resolved. May our futures never see each other in rifle scopes, and shall we forever include ourselves as blue nations on the military maps.

-Presidente Fonzi Jewitt
[Co-Signee] Douvier Daniel Tanner

OOC: Before anyone says anything, sorry for spelling your name wrong (you know who you are). I am acting on GL's mentions in the Comatican-Topalian War thread. If I am mistaken say so and I will delete this messege.

Coded Telegram to The Black and Grey, Oilanders, and Vymmpyrs

It has come to my attention that you plan on invading Topal, a state which I have outspokenly claimed to protect as my own. Now, usually, this would be no problem, as we do not share the best of history, but there is a present, and future, problem with such a decision on both our sides.

It seems that if you are to carry with your plans we would have to fight on the open field, and although this may not be any problem with your fine sirs, it stands in the way of my plans of becoming a respectable ally of your coalition, and I wish not for this to happen.

We share a common goal, the callapse of independant Comatica, but besides that I see no reason why you would even consider this telegram beyond "in and Out" boxes on your desks. I wish for you to understand my conserns, and possibly act on them, possibly targetting a state that has caused you greater harm such as N Y C, West Cedarbrook, or Haraki. It would, strategically and tactically, make more sense, because compared to those nations, Topal shall give you nothing but a staging point for future ventures, which is not vital at all to your, or my own, current status of war and peace.

Mi amigos, I part you now with no hard feelings intending, and hope that this issue can be resolved. May our futures never see each other in rifle scopes, and shall we forever include ourselves as blue nations on the military maps.

-Presidente Fonzi Jewitt
[Co-Signee] Douvier Daniel Tanner


ooc: I sent you a TG before this was written.......

OOC: I don't check my TG's unless told to, or right when I log in or right before I log off. Check yours, by the way.

This goes out to everyone, not just you, though, and say that I am just paranoid or there is international buzz of you guys aiming for Topal if I am further mistaken for the rest of the people.

I am kind of playing both sides here, for the defence of Topal, but for you guys' aims and goal, too.

Fully 16 of the 24 ships en route to the rendevous with the main Black & Grey fleet were destroyed. Sunk. Blown to pieces. The remaining ships were all damaged in manner or another. Crippled and limping along.



OCC: Actaully, it's Fourhearts that's attacking you. I know it's confusing and I'm about to pull Fourspades out of this thing to avoid further confusion. I'm also attacking you with Airships. Think Blimps on steriods. Same concept though, lots of missiles and torps. Good RP.

Command Ship Texas
2nd Airship Fleet
Kingdom of Fourhearts

As enemy fighters began approaching the 2nd Fleet, the Commander had the fleet in full retreat before they could do too much damage. The stike had been good. They had suffered some hits, but the Commander was pleased.

Prince Drake was on the radio.

"Texas Six this is Sky Six, SITREP over"

"Sky Six, Texas Six. Interdiction Operation Successful. Break
24 enemy ships engages, 16 destoyed. Break
We are currently enroute to fallback positions and to link back up with the rest of the Fleet. Break
We've lost 7 fighters, Rapier Two, and the Broadsword. Break
Remanants of enemy fleet still travelling at high rates of speed. Break
Multiple Squadrons of enemy aircraft still covering the convoy. Over"

"Good Work Texas Six. Come on home. Sky Six Out
---------------------------------------------------------------
The Queen's Cross
Flagship of the Fourhearts Airship Fleet

Prince Drake was writing down orders to award the 2nd Fleet with high honors. Those boys had done one hell of a job. If they had a few more runs like that one, they could put a serious hamper on enemy operations. Drake decided to order his fleet to that area and do as much damage to the enemy supply lines as he could. His officers were already planning on several contingencys.


OCC2: Next time, we'll have to get on an instant messenger and work out the kinks. I'd really enjoy RPing an airbattle like this.

OOC: Since Grey didn't react to me preparing for attack, I'll just forget it and pretend I'm a few hours behind the imperium's fleet.

Two hours after the attack on the Imperium's fleet, the N Y C fleet glided up to a scene of disaster in the middle of the open ocean. Oil fires burned brightly against the pale blue sky. Bits of debris bobbed in the water, along with more than a few bodies. The order was given to sail ahead; they were hot on the Imperium's tail now.

It's like sailin' the river Styx, the admiral thought sadly. This was the cost of war. Thousands of young men, no different from his own really, except for the whims of the government that commanded them...the government on the wrong side. For that, he had to sacrifice his gut human emotions and kill when needed. The lives of so many, many more people at home and in the allied nations were at steak. For that, he would take lives and give his own. But he would not do so happily.

Defense Minister Tiro Santaelium took a long, shuddering breath and stepped into Emperor Titus's office, preparing himself to be shouted at.

"Sir," he said uneasily.

"What's wrong, Tiro? You look sick," said Titus, looking up from his work.

"Well, you could say that. There are reports of a massive fleet gathering just weat of Narien. Also, a Vhammpyric fleet is heading north of North Comatic island and attempting an attack on Donelium."

"I expected you to say that," said Titus sullenly.

"Anyway, I've prepared the reserves and active duty military in all provinces in the Barrow Sea area. I just need your word, and we will wage war."

"Is the mainlnd ready for an attack?"

"It will be in approximately 36 hours."

Titus sighed. "Set the draft in place. How many new infantry and armored divisions were we able to create in the buildup?"

"Uhh..." Tiro looked at his papers. "Seven armored, two infantry."

"Only two infantry?"

"Well, that still totals to about 100,000 troops. Once the draft is in plnace, we should gain about 1 million men. The only problem is gasoline and other resources."

"Well, I'll have the Senate vote on a petroleum rationing. I would expect it to pass, too."

********

50 extra ships sailed into Serel harbor, and airstrips were paved all over the city. It's 1 and a half million inhabitants were evacuated 100 miles inland, and about 350,000 troops, including medical personel, were stationed in the metro area.

The large island chain of Narien was teeming with military ships and personel. Altogether, almost 1 million troops were ready to fight in the province, with 8 armored divisions. 125 ships and 2,500 aircraft were on standby, bracing themselves for the fight of a lifetime.

OOC: I forgot; there are Velkyian troops in Secruteus also, fighting Tocrowkia. So that might be a good way to bring him into the war, also.

OOC2: Vhammpyr, bullets and other military weapons can kill your vampires, right?

OOC: Damnit! I go offline for a day and the convoy I'm after gets destroyed by somebody else!





IC:

Rear-Admiral Weaver received the transmission from Fourhearts and readily agreed to a multi-nation attack on the convoy. As the airships closed on the convoy, the Harakian ships circled around, firing Pikeman missiles to aid against the ships, and managed to avoid contact with the enemy ships altogether. As the remaining eight ships following the Fourhearts attack, including the transport ship carrying the marines - although not as many by now - and one badly damaged missile ship limped away from the encounter with the Fourhearts airships, the Harakian fleet closed from the side.

Emerging right after the convoy left the naval battlegrounds, they were already within several kilometres, and sightrange, of the enemy ships, and opened fire with their main guns. The HNS Aldebaran, a missile cruiser, fired two Pikeman ship-to-ship missiles at the missile cruiser, aiming to completely destroy it to allow the main battle ships to close and destroy the transports. The three Sasquatch-class battlecruisers were the main froce that would be able to destroy the enemy ships. Each of them were outfitted with three triple 400mm guns, allowing them to fire devastating volleys of shells down onto the enemy convoy.

Several missiles launched from the enemy missile cruiser, aimed at the HNS Wendigo, one of the Sasquatches in combat, and were careening down, only to be caught by several Hawker-2 CIWS missiles from the HNS Boxer, one of the escorting light anti-aircraft cruisers. The enemy missiles were harmlessly destroyed in the air before reaching the Wendigo, and the raiders continued to fire on the convoy.


*


"Ann?"

Angela Shepherd awoke with a start. She had drifted off in her office, a victim of sleep deprivation. "Wah? What is it?" she asked groggily.

"Wevaer's force has encountered a convoy and all-but destroyed it. Engaging the remnants now."

"What else?" she asked, clearing her eyes. "John, what about the missiles?"

"Forty-three non-nuclear ICBMs, directed at any military bases and missile sites we could find, as agreed," Jonathan Friedman replied. "The vampires won't know what hit 'em."

Shepherd nodded, before Friedman continued. "Go back to sleep, Ann. You need it. I'll wake you up if there's anything urgent."

She nodded and let herself drift off again. And the missiles carried on, relentlessly, towards their targets, a retaliatory strike to the deaths of over a hundred thousand civilians.

The Queen's Cross
Kingdom of Fourhearts

"You want to do what??? Sir?"

Admiral Peg was a bit taken aback by what Drake was suggesting.

"You heard me. The next nation that the Imperium decides to invade, we're going to implement a blockade of that nation and deny the enemy access to thier supply lines."

"With all due respect and courtesty to yer highness and all, we just ain't big enough to do that!" exclaimed Peg.

"Who said anything about doing it all by ourselves? We've hired a navy to help us."

Peg and the rest of his command staff looked dumbfounded.

"The naval forces of The Imperial Shogunate of Pschycotic Pschycos to be exact. The idea is that once the Imperium establishes an operating base somewhere we cut that operating base off. The naval forces will concentrate on enemy shipping while we attack their airlift capablities through interdiction missions and hit and run attacks on thier runways. As thier supply lines suffer, it'll be easier for the men on the ground to take them on." explained Drake.

Peg was thinking it over, "It sounds somewhat solid. Still needs a little work though. I'd see if we can't get a few more navies involved in this."


A chime sounded.

"What is it?" asked Peg

The PA system in the war room spoke,"Sir, the Imperium is mobilizing to attack Comacita."

"Can we beat them there?" asked Drake.

"We'd arrive about the same time sir."

"Make it so."

Over Aredeth

The air force had made it safely to the Comatican city. Now the hard part of the mission began.

"All bombers, execute plan 50U." the Air Commander ordered. T'sa followed the plan: he dropped his bombs on the city power plant. A few other bombers had targeted power lines, while the fighters kept watch.

Now T'sa waited to see what the enemy would do, and how much damage he had caused.

IC: {In skies 129 Nautical Miles NNE of Serel, Comaitca}
“Serel Air Traffic Control, this is Commander Cody, 229th squadron of 4th West Cedarbrook Air Force. Roger me on that: approaching Comatica Air Space”, Cody announced into his in-helmet mike.

The Comatican response was muffled, and Cody continued, “We’re spotting stagglers from Vhammpyric fleet about 250 Nautical Miles back east. Looks like a couple’a guided missle cruisers, about half-dozen destroyers, and 10 or 12 supply ships. I got BSY-Wing of my follow up squadron peeled off for a little ‘ol shootin’ gallery fun”

About an hour later the 43 F23-B2.5’s diverted north from the main West Cedarbrook-Comatica route, DF24 surface skimming cruise missiles locked into their targets, mostly the destroyers. As they flew low over the calm surface, they released their ordnance, climbed, and headed back to the main route.

By this time Cody, and the lead crews of the Comatica Air Train were resting at Serel, and refueling for the homeward bound trip.


OOC: RP on this thread will be more limited and sporadic, due to RL drama, until further notice.

Honimishu Castle Command Bunker
Pschycotic Pschycos Homeland...

Secret IC:

Shogun Himura Kenshin was sitting behind an oak desk in the depths of the command bunker like he did for every monthly command drill. However, this was not a drill circumstance. Across from him sat the three top admirals in the navy, Grande Admiral Isoruku Yamamoto III, in charge of the navy, and his two deputies who were in charge of the Submerged and Surface divisions. "So, I understand that we have received a hit on our "Naval Merenary" program.

"Yes, sir. That is correct. We have been contracted to carry out strikes against the Black and Grey Imperium's supply lines. The contracting nation is by the name of Fourhearts. It seems that they are currently involved in what's been dubbed a "world war"," Admiral Yamamoto said.

"I see," replied Kenshin, "and what would your suggesstion be for this? Is this a feasable mission?"

The admiral nodded, "yes, sir. As always, we stand a chance to lose several ships along with their crews. However, this mission can be pulled off just fine."

Kenshin nodded and sat back. He then turned toward the admiral incharge of the the Submerged Division, "admiral, can this be done entirely from below?"

The admiral shook his head, "no, sir. I'm sorry, but it cannot. While we can operate with stealth, we won't have the same capacity to deliver ordinance that the Surface Fleets can. However, it is my opinion that a joint force of the two divisions would be best."

Kenshin nodded and turned to the third admiral, "do you agree with this statement?"

"Aye, sir. I do. Combining the strengths of the two divisions is the best possible way."

The Grande Admiral spoke up next, "this is a perfect strategy. Now, what we must do is this; as the convoys approach, we will start with carrier strikes. Then, we will unload once they come within cannon range of our fleets. At the same time, submerged wolfpacks will unleash on them, causing confusion with a two-front attack. The multitude of attacks from different angles will be too much, and they will be overwhelmed."

Kenshin nodded. Then he sat forward with a very stern look on his face, "this is a fine plan. However, let it be known that this mission will be terminated if a threat to the homeland becomes obvious. I cannot risk a war in side Psi-Pso territory over something as trivial as money. If this threat becomes too great, I will terminate the mission, am I understood?"

He was answered with a trio of "yes, sir"'s.

"Good, have your fleets ready for launch.

To the Leadership of Fourhearts:
RE: Black and Grey Imperium Strikes:

We have received and approved of your request for naval support. We
will be sending support out soon. Our fleets shall sail in two day's time.
In the mean time, we shall be sending out an equipment list to you. In
return, we need you to send us messages stating where the supply lines
are, and which ones to attack.

Signed,

Psi-Pso Leadership

- static -
- begin encryption -
. .. ... ... .....
Encryption Complete

TO: Psi-Pso Leadership
FROM: Prince Drake, High Commander of the Fourhearts Fleet
SUBJECT: Naval Missions

Greetings and salutations,

The Kingdom of Fourhearts has reason to belive that most of thier supply lines are in this area [Insert Coordinates]. Our 2nd Fleet conducted a raid on one of thier larger convoys at this location. [Insert Coordinates].

Current Intelligence shows that the Imperium is massing it's forces to attack the nation of Comacita. Our current plans are to disrupt the landing of troops utilizing missile attacks. We would like your assistance to do this, but we understand this is extermly short notice.

The second phase of our plan involves blockading the nation of Comacita from enemy forces. Once all Imperium forces have landed, they will still require naval vessels to resupply thier forces. Our intention is to destory as much of these resupply ships as possible, forcing the Imperium to ethier fight have starved or find some other means to resupply themselves.

While the Naval Blockade is in place, the Airship Fleet will conduct hit and run strikes on the Imperium's air strips and naval port facilities.

We would like your assistance primarly in destorying enemy supply vessels attempting to enter or leave Comacitain waters. If you have any questions or suggestions, do not hesitate to contact me.

- High Commander Drake
Kingdom of Fourhearts

- End Transmission -

Defense Minister Tiro Santaelium took a long, shuddering breath and stepped into Emperor Titus's office, preparing himself to be shouted at.

"Sir," he said uneasily.

"What's wrong, Tiro? You look sick," said Titus, looking up from his work.

"Well, you could say that. There are reports of a massive fleet gathering just weat of Narien. Also, a Vhammpyric fleet is heading north of North Comatic island and attempting an attack on Donelium."

"I expected you to say that," said Titus sullenly.

"Anyway, I've prepared the reserves and active duty military in all provinces in the Barrow Sea area. I just need your word, and we will wage war."

"Is the mainlnd ready for an attack?"

"It will be in approximately 36 hours."

Titus sighed. "Set the draft in place. How many new infantry and armored divisions were we able to create in the buildup?"

"Uhh..." Tiro looked at his papers. "Seven armored, two infantry."

"Only two infantry?"

"Well, that still totals to about 100,000 troops. Once the draft is in plnace, we should gain about 1 million men. The only problem is gasoline and other resources."

"Well, I'll have the Senate vote on a petroleum rationing. I would expect it to pass, too."

********

50 extra ships sailed into Serel harbor, and airstrips were paved all over the city. It's 1 and a half million inhabitants were evacuated 100 miles inland, and about 350,000 troops, including medical personel, were stationed in the metro area.

The large island chain of Narien was teeming with military ships and personel. Altogether, almost 1 million troops were ready to fight in the province, with 8 armored divisions. 125 ships and 2,500 aircraft were on standby, bracing themselves for the fight of a lifetime.

OOC: I forgot; there are Velkyian troops in Secruteus also, fighting Tocrowkia. So that might be a good way to bring him into the war, also.

OOC2: Vhammpyr, bullets and other military weapons can kill your vampires, right?


ooc: response to OOC2: yes, but one or two or ten bullets won't do it. The vamps have to be hacked to pieces/blown to pieces/ burnt, etc. No silver bullets or garlic necessary. One enterprising nation destroyed them with
35mm Gatling Guns....thousands of them. Also, since we're into PMT, I'm not opposed to common lasers slicing their various body parts off....

As a note to everybody (which I'll post on the OOC thread also) I, GL, BK, and now DV have been plotting....we're going to lay low for a day or so, let everyone else develop their stratagies. There's going to be a couple of minor twists, and perhaps a major stratagy shift...OR....we're going to hunker down and lay siege to Comatice, don't know which one yet. Stay tuned, boys and girls....it's about to get REAL interesting...

Speaker Adzeyii was pacing like a madman. This war was a VERY big deal to him....it could very well mean the difference between being a player and being an "also-ran".

" Commander Nalki, is the fleet ready to sail?"

" Yes, Speaker. As a matter of fact, they left about 2 hours ago. Their heading is north-northeast to Comatica. We are at present waiting on diversion orders from General Azulun."

" Diversion orders, Commander?"

"Yessir. The Vhammpyrian generals, Ghengiz, and the Duke have formalized a plan to change the apparent attack sequence into a spontaneously-appearing diversionary tactic. This will enable my cousin to get his troops and armor into the Camel Desert for an apparent land-based attack on the Comaticans.
All aircraft will be deployed from the carriers 10 hours before our fleet is in position to aid our allies."

Speaker Adzeyii was completely unfamiliar with the rules of warfare. On his planet of Videssia, war was conducted on a one-on-one situation. The two leaders of the nations fought until one or the other was dead. Simple. And very cost effective.

" Very well, Commander. This will bring the Imperium fleet up to almost 800 vessels. Over 4800 aircraft. Millions of ground troops. Let's hope it all works out."

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Encryption Complete

TO: Psi-Pso Leadership
FROM: Prince Drake, High Commander of the Fourhearts Fleet
SUBJECT: Naval Missions

Greetings and salutations,

The Kingdom of Fourhearts has reason to belive that most of thier supply lines are in this area [Insert Coordinates]. Our 2nd Fleet conducted a raid on one of thier larger convoys at this location. [Insert Coordinates].

Current Intelligence shows that the Imperium is massing it's forces to attack the nation of Comacita. Our current plans are to disrupt the landing of troops utilizing missile attacks. We would like your assistance to do this, but we understand this is extermly short notice.

The second phase of our plan involves blockading the nation of Comacita from enemy forces. Once all Imperium forces have landed, they will still require naval vessels to resupply thier forces. Our intention is to destory as much of these resupply ships as possible, forcing the Imperium to ethier fight have starved or find some other means to resupply themselves.

While the Naval Blockade is in place, the Airship Fleet will conduct hit and run strikes on the Imperium's air strips and naval port facilities.

We would like your assistance primarly in destorying enemy supply vessels attempting to enter or leave Comacitain waters. If you have any questions or suggestions, do not hesitate to contact me.

- High Commander Drake
Kingdom of Fourhearts

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-Encryption Commensing-
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-Encryption Complete-

We have received your last message. We have compiled a list of the fleets and what their equipment that will be commited to this task.

7th Fleet
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5 Arkhangel-Class Dual-deck Carriers
12 Zimmermann-Class Heavy Battleships
7 Valor-Class Battlecruisers
28 Aegis-Class CIWS Cruiser Platforms

8th Fleet
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1 Honor-Class SDN
3 Island-Class SDN Carriers
10 Arkhangel-Class Dual-Deck Carriers
28 Zimmermann-Class Heavy Battleships
15 Valor-Class Battlecruisers
44 Aegis-Class CIWS Cruiser Platforms

11th Fleet
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25 Lionfish-Class Nuclear Fast-Attack Submarines

12th Fleet
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15 Lionfish-Class Nuclear Fast-Attack Submarines

These said fleets will be leaving port shortly to coordinates XXX near Comatica to begin stalking for convoys. We will be relying on your navy to maintain a blockade. We will focus on attempting to pick off the enemy fleets and their troop ships before they reach you. Our focus will be on combat ships, so you will have to halt them if they reach the blockade.

Signed,
Grande Admiral Isoruku Yamamoto III
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Neo-Nagasaki Harbor,
Psi-Pso Territory...

The heat of the subtropical sun beat down on the steel plating reinforcing the massive array of piers and docks. Sailors stripped to undershirts ducked back and forth beneath the swinging payload of cranes, carrying smaller supplies and effects onto ships, while stripping peace-time equipment off. Since they required less supplies, the smaller cruisers and battlecruisers had finished loading several hours earlier, and were now floating free in the middle of the port waters, their horns blaring communciations between them. The most activity was being carried out by the three SDN, triple-deck carriers. Each had five cranes devoted to it. Fighter after fighter was hoisted aboard by the giant cranes. All these proceedings were being overseen by Admiral Yamamoto from his flagship's bridge on the ICS Honor, the nation's largest ship. He stood serenely between a gap in consols, gazing out the forward windscreen. Behind him was the Surface Division's admiral. Yamamoto spoke without turning, "where are we in our preparations?"

"Sir, the Submerged Division told me that they're ready to go. The 8th Fleet is the only one left to report ready. However, estimates say they'll be done in another 6 hours," he said.

"Good, then we can launch ahead of schedule. We'll soon be underway..."

Over Aredeth

The air force had made it safely to the Comatican city. Now the hard part of the mission began.

"All bombers, execute plan 50U." the Air Commander ordered. T'sa followed the plan: he dropped his bombs on the city power plant. A few other bombers had targeted power lines, while the fighters kept watch.

Now T'sa waited to see what the enemy would do, and how much damage he had caused.

OOC: Chances are your bombers would have been exterminated before they got within 20 miles of Aredeth city limits. There are dozens of ships patroling the bay, and AA batteries are on constant standby. Perhaps if you are going to attack a Comatic city, you may want to try Cosem Aredeth in Cahamina, though there's no guarantee you'll succeed there either.

IC: Satellite images revealed masses of troops in the Camel's Desert. Titus had been concentrating on Donelium and Narien, and had little time to react to the occupation of the desert. He ordered 11 reserve divisions to guard the main cities of Deste and The Stations, and another 15 to be stationed in the mountains along the border.

OOC2: Sorry for the absolutely garbage-grade post, but I'm not in the mood for a big RP post tonight. Dunno why. And also, sorta...imagine that there's been a declaration of war placed of Oillanders and Dark Visions. Again, sorry.

Lord Feratu's dwelling was only marginally larger than those of his subjects. Nothing fancy: the cave was "decorated" with wall paintings done in the various body fluids of the enemies that were captured and butchered. He was relaxing when a disembodied voice said, " Lord, there are over forty ICBMs headed our way. ETA approximately 22 minutes. Orders?"

Feratu was annoyed. Stupid humans. They'll probably kill about a quarter-million of us, but what they don't realize is that we can replace them in less than 40 days. The replicators were very efficient.

" What type of missiles are they", he asked.

" Non-nuclear, Lord. Relatively conventional."

" Very well, give the order to seek sanctuary. They'll get a few of us, but they are sowing the seeds of their own destruction." He thought of The Plan as it was hammered out by the Black and Grey Imperium, and laughed.

The retribution that the Imperium had planned was horrific even by Vhammpyrian standards.........millions upon millions of Allied citizens just falling over dead, the streets and fields of the Allied Coalition nations covered ankle-deep in maggot-infested rotting corpses, the gutters running four inches deep in blood.

NYC, West Cedarbrook, Xeraph, Antanjyl, Sushi, the Psychos....all of them. It would be a day of death and horror that would be spoken about for centuries.....................

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OOC: Kinda worried here. Any allies have tips on beating PMT in MT...because that's what I'm using. I don't know about the rest of you. I'm considering just upgrading my tech for this.

Neo-Nagasaki Port,
Psi-Pso Home Territory...

Massive horns ripped through the pre-dawn air, throwing up huge flocks of seagulls. Slowly, a rhythmic throbbing built up and pulsated through the salt air. The drive systems began to warm up within the giant warships, slowly causing the propellers to beat the water. Graceful for her size, the ICS Honor, flagship of the task force, slid from her berth. Behind her, within the depths of the port, the heavy battleships and carriers followed suit, and formed up behind the Honor. In a grim parade of dull, flat grey and gunmetal, they slid through the open steel gates to the open ocean, forming into their standard fleet formations with the smaller escort ships already outside and waiting.

Upon the bridge of ICS Honor sat Grande Admiral Isoruku Yamamoto III, behind and slightly higher than the helmsman. On each arm of his chair was a display screen and part of a keyboard. On one screen he was watching a real-time display of the fleets from targetting satillites overhead. On the other screen was a message he was compossing to send to Fourhearts:

TO: Fourhearts Leadership
SUB: Defense of Comatica

For your information, the task force assigned to help destroy convoy lines
has left port. We shall set up positions roughly 100 miles offshore in about
a day. Please have the blockade in place as soon as possible.

Signed,
Admiral Yamamoto

Upon sending this, he broadcast a message to all other combatants:

This is Grande Admira Isoruku Yamamoto III of the Imperial Shogunate
of Pschycotic Pschycos. A task force from the Shogunate has been
dispatched to defend the nation of Comatica from invading forces. Any
ships in the area that are alligned with forces against Comatica will
come under fire from our forces. You have been warned. We will show no
quarter to any ship that tries to get past us to invade. There will be no
further warnings. Good day.

At this, he cut it off. They would be in a good position to defend the shores in a day.

The plans had been made. The stage was set. And just about all of the players were in place. The Black & Grey Imperium were waiting on final word from Commander Ilklim of Dark Visions as to the deployment of troops and armor in the Camel Desert. When that was accomplished, the Imperium would strike.

Duke Astran knew that NYC and the Psychos were about a day's sail behind them. That was alright, for there were roughly 225 submarines from the Legion, the Katanan, and the Vhammpyrian fleets to harras the Allied ships.

The Axis Forces were aligned in a semi-circle of hundreds of miles, ranging from the southern coast of the Camel Desert, to a point about 100 miles off the coast of Ladinah and Peretuah, on up throught the many small islands of the Narien area, and then following the arc around No. Comatic Island and Donelium.

The main B & G Fleet, fresh from the defeat of Sushi, was anchored SSE of Ladinah. Astran and Ghengiz had split the Command Center between the two small uninhabited islands just 70 miles south of Nevultava. Five hundred and twenty-seven war ships were set to attack Ladinah and Pereteua in sync with the Dark Visions Fleet, newly arrived from their ports in the southwest. Visions Command HQ had been set up on the "T" shaped island just west of the Katanan HQ. The Visions fleet was some 445 ships strong, and they were in a staggered formation ranging NNW to the lower Narien Islands, and were poised to attack Pereteua and Secruteus.

Secruteus was going to take a beating, as they were directly in the path of the Visions and Vhammpyrian Fleets. The Vhammpyrians had arrived from the northwestern reaches of the Ocean and anchored themselves in amongst the Narien Islands. The radiation was still intense on Kassanova, but it didn't affect the vampires.

The Vhammpyrian Fleet, 688 ships-of-the-line, were scattered throughout the Narien Islands, and their main objective was Secruteus and Delntum, after which they would be in prime position in the North Barrow Sea. As the fleet was on it's way south, the 12th and 33rd VCBGs split off the main fleet and anchored off the southwestern coast of No. Comatic Island, just a few miles from the coast of the Mainland. Here, they would meet the 55th CBG of the Grey Legions that had wound it's way through the narrow waterways south of Donelium. The rest of the Grey Legion fleet would anchor off the northern coast of Donelium and No. Comatic Island.

Both the Grey Legion fleet in the north and the Dark Vision fleet in the south had diverted their ground and armored units to landing zones in the Camel's Desert. Here, both nations had found themselves almost instantly attacked by primitive Bedouins...........who died by the thousands when they came up against the modern weapons of the Imperium.

The Legion forces had landed due east of Donelium and advanced south to a point about 50 miles from Cahamina. The Vision Forces had landed about 100 miles southeast of Ladina, and headed north to a point about 30 miles south of the Legion Forces. It was from that point that the land-assault against Cahamina and Ladina would commence. Over 500 MBTs and 170,000 armored troopers would roll into these Comatican territories after the Vhammpyrians, B & G, and Vision battleships,destroyers, and fighters had shelled and strafed their targets.

It was, in effect, a six-pronged attack on Comatican territory. Donelium, No. Comatic Island, Delntum, Secruteus, Pereteua, and Ladinah would be shelled for 24 hours before the ground forces attacked Ladinah and Cahamina.

Vhammpyrian and Legion ground troops would land simultaneously on No. Comatic Island and Donelium, while Vhammpyrian and Vision ground forces would head into Nuaram, Secruteus, and Pereteua. The main B & G ground assault on Ladinah would coincide with the Vision ground forces from the east.

All in all, over 2,100 Imperium naval vessels, 3,800 aircraft, 2,300 MBTs, and almost 2.6 million armored troopers would assail the nation of Comatica. And 5.1 million more Vhammpyrian troopers were being assembled for the reinforcement of the assault on Comatica.

But, there was a far more sinister, lethal....yes, almost unimaginable assault that was going to be perpetuated on the members of the Allied Coalition. And it was going to occur VERY soon.....................

ooc: Oillanders, check TG

Lord Feratu glanced at the Pods. There were twenty of them. He then glanced at his men, the men that would deliver the Pods to their destinations. They were the cream of the crop, experts in their field. They were hand-picked from the ranks of the Wraiths and the NightCrawlers, the Vhammpyrian SpecOps units.

The Pods were "constructed" of the same materials that the replicators used to create new Vhammpyrians. This was essntially a cloning sequence combined with genetic re-stabilizers and genomic resins. The Pods would be able to "travel" the same as the vampires did.

Feratu addressed his men. " You all realize how important this mission is. These stupid humans think that we wanted the nations of Sushi and Comatica. Well, we do. And NYC. And Xeraph. And Kroblexsij. And Hataria. And all the rest of them that are aligned against us and that pathetic Imperium.

But I want more than those nations. I want ALL of the nations of the world. I want to restore the Rule of the Ancient Ones to the Earth. I am going to cover the Earth with vampires, and we will rule with all the power of the Ancients!

Now! Prepare yourselves! This night will prove to be the night of the downfall of the human race! And we will be victorious....................!"

In the high skies above Comatica
The Fourhearts Airship Fleet

High above the skies of Comatica, the mighty airships of Fourhearts were patrolling the skies, on the lookout for the impending invaders. Once the fleets were sighted, the Airship Fleet would meet it in the skies and launch thier missiles into the invading troop ships. It would take the whole Allied Army to hold the invaders back, but Fourhearts would certainly make landing on Comacita difficult.

Once that was done, every port that the BGV took would be immediatly subject to hit and run attacks. This would force the BGV to commit vasts amounts of resources to escorting thier supply lines.

What was more, they wouldn't be doing this alone....

OCC: If any other Allied Navy wants to assit with interdicting the troop ships, just RP coodinating with The Queen's Cross.

Assuming the following due to severe damage to the targets already and the lack of response.





Weaver's force had been met with very little resistance. The remaining ships of the convoy had been destroyed by his raiding force, which had, by the time they engaged, outnumbered the enemy, not to mention outgunning and outrunning them. It had been no contest. The ships with heavy guns had been destroyed by missiles, and the cruisers had closed to destroy the transports.

Now they carried on with their mission. Undoubtedly with the most recent developments they were now being hunted by ships from the enemy navies, and so they took a roundabout route to intercept what Harakian satellites had identified as another weaker convoy: This one had been transporting units farther inland in Northern Sushi, and had had to wait longer than the rest of the armada to leave, making a smaller, less heavily protected convoy. There were multiple transport and cargo ships, including what looked like at least two troop transports, and at least half a dozen transport ships in general. They were accompanied by one smaller battleship, more of a battlecruiser, two missile destroyers and a light cruiser, making a ten-ship convoy in total, laden down by slowly-moving transport ships.

Again, they seemed an easy target for Weaver's Raider Force. The HNS Aldebaran, as one of Haraki's latest and most advanced missile ships, would target the two missile destroyers with long-range Lightning Bolt cruise missiles, then the entire force would close and destroy the rest of the escorts with Pikeman missiles, before closing to completely obliterate the transport ships and any crippled escorts. The plan had only one flaw: The time lapse between the launching of the Lightning Bolts and the Pikemen. It was designed to avoid detection and firing by the destroyers' missiles, but it left a short time gap between the first and second volley of missiles, and therefore time for the convoy to call for backup and report the raiders' location.

Oh well. No plan was perfect, and the raiders were the fastest fleet in the Harakian Navy. If all else failed, they would book it again. And so they closed to within two hundred and fifty kilometres so the Aldebaran could fire two Lightning Bolt missiles at each missile destroyer, then sped themselves up again and would close to 200 kilometres within twenty minutes, letting the rest of the ships launch three Pikeman missiles at the cruiser and battlecruiser, and two Pikemen at any destroyers that had survived the first missiles.

SECRET ENCRYPT TO FOURHEARTS:
We are, like you, trying to hunt down the BG forces. We have sizable air power on the fleets in the area and a good amont of anti-aircraft guns. Contact us with your plans
-Admiral Menendez, Naval Coordinator

SECRET ENCRYPT TO FOURHEARTS:
We are, like you, trying to hunt down the BG forces. We have sizable air power on the fleets in the area and a good amont of anti-aircraft guns. Contact us with your plans
-Admiral Menendez, Naval Coordinator

SECRET TRANSMISSION:

TO: N Y C Military Command
FROM: High Commander Drake Heart V

Your assistance is greatly appericated and most welcome.

The Kingdom of Fourhearts has reason to belive that most of thier supply lines are in this area [Insert Coordinates]. Our 2nd Fleet conducted a raid on one of thier larger convoys at this location. [Insert Coordinates].

Current Intelligence shows that the Imperium is massing it's forces to attack the nation of Comacita. Our current plans are to disrupt the landing of troops utilizing missile attacks. We would like your assistance to do this if possible.

The second phase of our plan involves blockading the nation of Comacita from enemy forces. Once all Imperium forces have landed, they will still require naval vessels to resupply thier forces. Our intention is to destory as much of these resupply ships as possible, forcing the Imperium to ethier fight half starved or find some other means to resupply themselves.

While the Naval Blockade is in place, the Allied airpower will conduct hit and run strikes on the Imperium's air strips and naval port facilities.

We would like your assistance primarly in destorying enemy supply vessels attempting to enter or leave Comacitain waters. If you have any questions or suggestions, do not hesitate to contact me.

OOC: Nuaram on the island of Delntum was hit with the nuclear missile, not Kassa Nova.

IC: The Barrow Sea area was swarming with enemy troops. Millions of them. From 4 to 5 seperate nations. The thought of it made every single Comatic citizen quaver with fear. Even the Imperial provinces not located in the Barrow Sea were preparing. If and when Aredeth fell, it would be the literal end of the Second Comatic Empire. The entire Imperium, a vast total of almost 40 million square miles, would be in the hands of the malicious invaders.

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"Here's the problem," explained Titus to his ministers. "We're gonna get beat to hell. There's no point skirting the issue. Our military is not strong enough."

"Even with the help of Fourhearts, Hakari, West Cedarbrook, N Y C, and several more?" questioned Defense Minister Tiro Santaelium.

"Even with their aid, one thing is for sure: hundreds of thousands, maybe even millions of lives will be lost. I believe that all of us here would err on the side of the latter."

The conference room was deathly quiet.

"I would say Ladinah would be most vulnerable. Troops are amassing in the desert just off the border. We need a quick way of impairing their mobilization skills."

Special Operations Minister Lucilius Veldaem cleared his throat. "Perhaps several dozen non-nuclear ICBMs would do the trick."

Titus paused. "You are on to something, Lucilius. Are we desperate enough to use nuclear ICBMs yet, Tiro?"

"If the past history of these savage nations sets any precedents, anything is possible. So far they've broken every rule in the book. Using nuclear weapons would look like picking flowers for a bridal bouquet compared to the atrocities commited by The Black and Grey."

Even though the situation was dire, Titus let out a small laugh, then felt guilt swell up in his stomach. "Nuclear weapons are for ending wars, not for perpetuating them. A non-nuclear ICBM raid will do fine. To ensure hits, send about 125."

Tiro jotted this down on a scrap piece of paper. "Are you sure you want 125? Seems like a large waste."

"We have near 12,000 nuclear ICBMs, and 4 times that many non-nuclear. This will make almost no dent whatsoever in our supply. That being said, launch the 125 missiles in one hour from this time, and target them at strategic points throughout the land forces in the Camel Desert."

"Now onto another issue," said Chief of Ministry Mundatus Veldaem. "The Vhammpyric vampires. How in God's name are these things gonna die?"

"I've heard of other nations using thousands of Gatling guns. The only effective way of killing them is to blow them up."

Lucilius Veldaem sighed. "The VQD research team is developing a new substance, made from the new metal, sucaereum. It's a gel-like sludge, akin to napalm, only it has a massive detonation potential. If you coat rounds with it, it can blow a person apart.

"This may be the answer," said Titus thoughtfully.

"The only problems are," continued Lucilius, "It's still in testing, and it needs more refining. I'd give it about 1-2 months. And also, for it to be effective, it can only be used with rounds 14 mm-42 mm. Anything smaller than 14 mm will only blow a hole in the shootee. Anything larger than 42 mm will detonate inside the gun and kill the operator."

The room was silent once again. Tiro was the first to speak after a 30-second pause. "It's a start," he uttered simply. "Keep it under wraps until it's debut. Then we can let the other Allies know about it."

"What else is it made of?" inquired Titus.

"Sulfur, gasoline, kerosine, and mercury. After the bullet is fired, there's a trail of red and white fire that is emitted from the end of the gun, and continues for about 2 and a half feet. That's necessary to burn the extra residue that may still be inside the gun. We don't have an official name for it, but we are calling it 'Teledirumphi,' or 'TDI.'"

ooc: PDC, my mistake on the nuke site. However, it would screw things up on my end to rewrite everything, so if it's ok, let's go with Kassa Nova being nuked. It makes the Axis assault on Deltnum more realistic. Also, good idea about the shit to killthe vamps.


The first light of day was mere minutes away. The various nations of the "Free World" would be waking to a dawn that was not filled with approaching storm clouds, but a most unusual fog.

It was not all that unusual for it to be foggy along the coasts of any nation, but this particular fog had reached far inland, enveloping the inland cities and laying low on the lakes and streams as well.

Even so, the citizens of NYC, West Cedarbrook, Haraki, Xeraph, MES, Fourhearts, and all the rest of the anti-Black & Grey Imperium nations gave little thought to it as they groggily went about the business of beginning their day. They didn't realize that for most, it would be their last day.....
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The Wraiths and NightCrawlers had left their caves in Vhammpyr with their Pods. Each unit of three had two Pods. As there were twenty Pods, there were ten units, and they were headed out to the four corners of the globe.

The fog lying thickly over the enemy territories were the work of the Warlord Chthlu. He commanded the Upper Spatial Spheres of Vhammpyr, and so had a fairly tight control over the weather and atmospheric conditions over Vhammpyr. Actually, his "influence" extended over 70 miles off the coasts of Vhammpyr, and so his normal manipulation of the fog that perpetually wrapped his country in a thick, almost viscous layer of a somewhat slimey covering, was today extended exponentially. This was due to the missile attack on his country by a couple of the human Allies who were opposing the BG/Axis plan of conquest.

As the missiles struck, they had two effects. One was the death of over 270,000 Vhammpyrian warriors. The ICBMs had hit every area, both major and minor, of Vhammpyr. The warriors were blown apart, vaporized, and crushed by the collapse of their cavernous lairs. It was the worst loss of vampiric life since the war with Koth centuries ago.

The other effect that the missiles had was in the spreading of the fog. As they exploded, Chthlu had set in motion the atmospheric "seeding" of the clouds in the highest elevation of Vhammpyr, which ranged from 3,300 feet to over 16,000 feet. As the blasts of the missiles were destroying the warriors, they were also spreading the thick fog, in many cases thousands of miles. The wave-like effect of the outward blasts cast the fog out in a speedy manner, approaching 200 mph, until in just a few hour's time, it covered over 4,200 square miles.

And fog was how the Wraiths and NightCrawlers travelled. Many of the popular ideas about vampires were not true, but this one was.

Eons ago, true vampires were shape-shifters, able to assume the shape of any living creature. Over the centuries, this ability was all but lost, except for the ability to dis-assemble their molecular makeup and become a part of the fog.

This was how they moved from one part of the world to another....through the fog.

As each of the stealth units materialised in their assigned areas, they checked their Pods. Finding them intact and viable, they began their Mission of Horror....................
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Kren l'itjth, sentry of one of the NightCrawler units assigned to NYC, went over the briefing in his mind oncemore......

" And so, my warriors, a final briefing. The pathogens you will be transporting to the Allied nations are as follows:

Ricin: this will be spread by your dividing up of the Pods into quarters. Each quarter has the catalyst that will propel it approximately 300 feet into the atmosphere The catalyst will at that point transform the Ricin into airborn droplets, which will be inhaled by the humans. This Ricin, as well as the Anthrax, Ebola, Saxitoxin, and CX gas will begin to mortally effect all mammals within minutes, with death occuring anywhere from 10 minutes to 3 hours. The Ricin and Saxitoxin will kill within minutes. The CX gas will kill in about 3 hours, and the Ebola and Anthrax will kill whoever's left within 5 days.
Each quarter-Pod will be released in four seperate sectors of the nation assigned, so as to completely envelope that nation. Any questions?"

There were none, and the units were sent off to their work....

The last unit, however, had two pods. And it was assigned to the three nations who were least expecting it......the Grey Legions, the Black Katanas, and the Oillanders.......

OCC: This is an attack on our homelands correct?

OCC2: Holy smokes, how the hell are we supposed to stop the movements of FOG?

OCC: This is an attack on our homelands correct?

OCC2: Holy smokes, how the hell are we supposed to stop the movements of FOG?

ooc: yes, this is a UNILATERAL attack on all Allied nations by Vhammpyr. The rest of the Axis know nothing about it at this point. You can't stop fog, but not to worry, the vamps will ultimately be destroyed in their quest to completely destroy all nations, including the Axis nations, by yet another small twist. Just bear with me, have fun in the attack by BG on Comatica, and we can all "save the world" together.

ooc: damn, a truly twisted plot...:eek:

Havenport
Kingdom of Fourhearts

James Portson was a jovial old man who loved the sea. While every Heartsmen had a soft spot for the sky, Portson loved the sea.

He was in charge of the lighthouse that kept watch over Havenport. He woke up that morning, like he always did, grabbed his copy of The Juliana Times and headed to the lighthouse.

"By the sky! I havn't seen fog like this in years!", muttered the old man. He quickened his pace to the lighthouse. The air was cold and clammy. Most unnatural thought the old man to himself.

Heartsmen listen to thier intuition. James' intuition was telling him that this was creepy. He was unaware of the impending danger traveling through the fog, but all the same he locked the door of the lighthouse behind him.

Allright, I've been trying to post the launch of fighters from my carriers for the past three days. My browser sucks. I'm sick of writing the post 6 times a night. Therefore, I hope you'll bear with my bad RPing for a little while, and I'll just say that I'm sending up 2200 fighters bearing 6 harpoon anti-shipping missiles tipped with white phosphorous warheads for an attack on the B&G fleets.

Again, I"m sorry for the lack of etiquette, but I'm sick of the BS my comp's giving me.

Why dont you write it in word or notepad or something then copy and paste it when you want to post?

Yes, I know. Unfortunately, that is after the point.

OOC: Computer problems. Mind filling me in on what happened N Y C or another ally?

OOC: Computer problems. Mind filling me in on what happened N Y C or another ally?

OOC...nothing yet. I think we're all still waiting for Vhampir and/or the Axis to begin.

OOC: And I'm still waiting for responses to my fighter launch.

Almost as soon as the Messian forces deployed into the shattered country, they recieved an order from the head of the taskforce:

"All units, we have be recalled to Militia Enforced State, piority one. Regroup back at the transports and await further orders."

The corporal sighed. "And I was just getting ready to get some vengeance for this," she said.

A moment later, the radio frequency crackled alive again. "I must inform all members that Force Commander Donald has been killed in action."

The corporal's heart stopped for a split second. "What the hell?" She met the man once, he seemed to have been a kind soul, but a talented commander. The fact that he would die is shocking.

The private beside her inside the Shatterer tank, looked towards her. "Are they serious? He's dead?"

"I'm guessing so," she said, as she push the tank into drive. "And I'm guessing the recall has something to do with vengeance. I hope this action is planned, and not a knee-jerk reaction."

As the mysterious fleet of ships and aircraft withdrew from the coast, it left many allied nations wondering who they were, why they were leaving, and where are they going. Little did they know about the trouble brewing on the other side of the planet...

OOC: Legally I can't have more than one war at the same time that are both using my full force at the same time, and I need it in the Farminan (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=10262884&posted=1#post10262884) campaign. Things might end up ugly there. Once that war's finished, I'm returning to the allies.

OOC: I've gotta pull out too. This is going way too slow for my liking.

OOC: I'll stay a bit, but we need to try to snap this out of the lull it has been in the last few days.

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The Wraiths and NightCrawlers were in position. Each unit had their Pods, each unit ready to let loose the bioticans that would take the lives of tens of millions of Allied citizenry.

Lord Feratu gave the order, and the Pods were ejected from their casings. The airborne pathogens exploded out of the Pods, met cooler air at 300 feet, and converted to nanogen-sized droplets, so small that they would be carried by the softest breeze many miles.......


The first of the droplets of Ricin, Anthrax, and Saxatoxin began drifting into the Allied cities in NYC, Haraki, Sushi, Comatica, MES, and the others. Normally, about an ounce-and-a-half of concentrated bioticans were all that was necessary to kill 200,000 people. The ounce-and-a-half was produced from approximately 60-70 spores of each individual toxin. These, however, were the enhanced prototype of the bioticans. Each Pod contained the equivalent nano-droplets of 10,000 spores. Sixty spores killed 200,000. Six hundred spores killed 2,000,000. Six thousand spores killed 20,000,000. Each Pod contained enough bioticanical droplets to kill almost 200,000,000 humans.

There were twenty Pods.........................

A message has been sent from the city of New Isobar. It was hard to make out,

"I am ----inger, New Pa--- of Nor--ern --shi president of t-- nati-."

The Kingdom of Fourhearts regularly vaccinated all military and most emergency personel for Biological or Chemical attack. Because of the nation's long standing tradition of compulsory military service for all healthy males, most of the men working at the docks at New Haven didn't notice any effect from the fog. Their wives and younger childern were not so lucky.

Soon enough, women and children began pouring into the New Haven Memorial Hospital. Young children were crying in the waiting room due to the massive lines that had built up. Doctors were astounded. The most remarkable thing was that there were hardly any males that showed any signs of sickness.

Dr. Elizabeth Lunawind, head of the hospital, called the National Health Center.

"Hello, this is Dr. Lunawind at the New Haven Memorial Hospital. We've had nearly a hundred women and children all enter our ER's within the last hour. We've got a breakout of some kind. We request a state of emergency."

"By the skies...are you serious doctor?"

"YES I'M SERIOUS! We require immediate assistance! Another half hour of this and we'll run out of beds!"

"Yes doctor, have all the proper precautions been taken?"

"Yes, all the new pateints have been isolated"

"What about you Doctor, you said it's targeting women?"

"Well, not exactly, we've had small boys, teenagers even, but nobody over the age of 19. It's very odd."

"Ok, have thier been any bombs? Any large gas clouds?"

"No, just this weird fog."

"Hmmm, we'll see what we can come up with. Consider New Haven to be a state of emergency.

The sirens rang in the major cities as high toxin concentrations were detected in the air. People rushed to bunkers and saferooms across N Y C, but as they ran they began to sputter, hack and die. Not all would make it to safety... Men, women and children littered the streets.

OOC: sorry for the short post

BTW, I got this from Vhamp:
hey...I'm really sorry about the delay. I was sent on an extended road trip ( 6 days ) and when I got back, my fucking computer got a virus. I can get to the forum, but can't post. It took me all day today just to get to where I could send a TG to someone. Please let the players know that that as soon as possible I'll get with the program.

thanks

Hospitals in virtually all major cities were teeming with tens of thousands of patients, all drawing closer to death by the minute. Doctors were baffled and terrified, for they were beginning to feel ill also. They patients were all quarantined, but as soon as ten people were taken care of, another 100 arrived to take their place, all exibiting the same symptoms.

People called ambulances and the police as they found loved ones dead in their beds. The public areas were virtually deserted, save for the unlucky ones who were rushing to the hospital. The Imperial Surgeon General, recognizing the symptoms of patients as poisoning from an assortment of deadly pathogens, urged Emperor Titus and his staff to retreat into the miles of tunnels beneath the Imperial Palace, and nothing short of ordered the populace to wear masks, and even lighting candles around them, much as Pope Clement did during the Black Plague. It was not sure to work, but it was a start.

The thousands of miles of paths and tunnels underneath Aredeth, Molvin, Collekevvardi, and Tarinholtz were opened to the public, and, as a result, the entrances were set upon by literally millions of terrified people. The military, which was vaccinated at the beginning of training for all known biological attack methods, did their best to purify the air entering the some 14 entrances to the tunnels in each city.

Ghengiz had just received word. All was in place to proceed with the attack on Comatica. The Legions, Katanas, Dark Visions, and Vhammpyr were in place around Donelium, North Comatic Island, Narien, Kassa Nova, Deltnum, Secruteus, Ladinah and Cahamina. The Legion and Vision land forces had already begun their assault on the cities of Cosem Aredeth and Nevultala, and the naval bombardment of Secruteus, Pereteua, and Deltnum had commenced.

Vhammpyr's bio-attack on the Allied nations had produced devastating results. Tens of thousands were already dead, millions more affected. The effect was less pronounced on their territory-based military, but they had their hands full dealing with the casualties. Allied hospitals were jammed with the dead and dying, the already-rotting corpses piling up on all roads leading to medical centers.

Vhammpyr was going all out. They had thus far called up 4-5 million Vhammpyric Warriors, and were now setting Phase Two of the assault on Comatica in place. Another 7 million Warriors were being awakened out of their Symbiotic sleep. Phases Three and Four would add another 20 million. And there were far, far more left in the caves of the Sleepers.

Dark Vision and B & G HQ's were in constant communication with each other as they pounded the coastal areas of Ladinah and Pereteus. Vhammpyric and Vision battleships reduced the shore installations of Secruteus, Ladinah and Canamina to twisted wreckage.

The combined airforce of the Allies was playing hell with the navies of the Imperium. Three destroyers, one carrier, and 2 battleships had already been sunk, many more rendered virtually useless as they foundered in the water.

The Imperium fighters were giving as good as they got, but their numbers were compromised in the dogfights over the Comatican waters due to the waves of Imperium bombers that were decimating the Comatican cities. The bombers needed support from a large number of Imperium fighters, and so their air superiority was jeopardised.

Ghengiz and Astran knew that the main body of the Allied counter-offensive were somewhere east and south of them. Their air-recon units were reporting them hard on their tail. The Imperium had to get a foothold on Comatica before the Allies retaliated in full force.

General Deemis of the Katanan/Legion land forces were within sight of Nevultala when the first real opposition came against them. The Allied air-strikes were just starting to take a bit of a toll, but the Imperium Cobras and Vipers were rising to the challenge.

Grand Marshall Vissie of Dark Visions were coming up from the southeast to reinforce the Katanan/Legion MBT's. As the Allies concentrated on them, the Vision forces slammed into and then through them like a hot knife through butter.

Warlord Remija of the northern Grey Legion task force had met with stiffer resistence than expected. They had been fought to a standstill about 30 miles from Cosem Aredeth. The death toll on both sides was appalling by any
standard.

It was relatively quiet on the northern naval front. Neither No. Comatic Island nor Donelium had as yet received much more than an hour or so of bombardment. The Legion and Vhammpyric Fleets seemed to be biding their time. They knew that if the the battles to the south began to swing their way, they would then have a greater chance of victory in the north.

Plus, they knew that by tomorrow's end, 27 million Vhammpyrian Warriors would be swarming into The Camel's Desert, striking straight for Cahamina, Ladinah, and then across the channel to Donelium.

The Imperium was going to leave the Mainland and Aredeth to last. They would have them surrounded, and if the commanding generals of Vhammpyr could be persuaded not to kill them all, then the Imperium would have a new nation added to their Empire.

But that was to be about 48 hours from now. It was going to be a very long two days....

Grand Marshall Vissie's troops had rounded up most of the survivors of the Comatican forces defending Ladinah. There was still some sporadic gunfire, but as he gazed at the fortified city of Nevultala across the short expanse of water seperating the Desert side of Ladinah from the island, he realized that this would be a fight to the death.

Katanan airstrikes had pounded Nevultala and surrounding areas, but there was still a sizable force in Ladinah proper. He'd received a report that Pereteua had been taken by Vhammpyr, but statistics were sketchy. If Vhammpyr had indeed been victorious there, Secruteus would soon follow. And Vhammpyr did not take prisoners.

" Colonel, are the LCs loaded and ready to cross the strait?"

" Yes, sir. We have approximately 60% of our forces on their way. The rest will follow directly."

" Casualties, colonel?"

" Of the original 33 thousand troops and 35 MBTs, we have 29,663 troops and 34 MBTs on their way to Nevutala. Should be more than enough to take the city."

" Let's hope so, colonel. Let's hope so."

Command Ship Skyknight
Kingdom of Fourhearts
Third Airship Fleet

"COMMANDER STEELWING! LANDING FORCE BEARING 5-9-8!"

Commander Robert Steelwing was a tall, tough, no nonsense commander with 20 years of expericance in the Fleet. He paced the deck checking his command screens, his mind quickly and throughly pondering every tatical possibility.

The landing would most surly be covered by heavy air support. The Axis Forces were taking a beating air-wise as they tried to cover the bombings and thier ships. 2nd Fleet had hit their supply lines earlier with devestating results. It cost the 2nd Fleet, but it seemed well worth it. He wondered what he could do to hold back the cost of this next battle.

The City of Nevulta was only so big. The easiest place to cross would be.....here. Steelwing checked a few more things on his command screen. Yes, that would indeed work.

Number 1, have the Hammer and the Axe prepare to launch mines into the strait. The Vigilant, Enterprise, Intergity and Independence have the task of downing troop ships with their Harpoon Missiles. Ignore all other targets, but the troop ships. The Redwing and the Gull will prepare our air defences. I want the Wolf Sqaudron to be stationed above the beach in a support by fire position. I want every fighterjet we have availible to cover those gunships!

"Commo: Send a message to Allied Air Command requesting additional air support.

The XO and the Commo Cheif went about to do thier work. Soon the 3rd Airship Fleet was moving into position high above the strait. When the Axis Powers made their move, they would make thiers.

3rd Airship Fleet
(Naval Attack)

1 Command Ship - AWACS, Command And Control
2 Fireships - Carrying Torpedos and Mines
4 Fireships - Carrying Harpoon Anti-Ship Missiles
2 Fireships - Carrying Anti-Air Missiles
12 Wolf Gunships - High Speed Airship Armed with 6 30mm turrets and 4 Anti-Tank Missile Launchers
1 Carrier - 6 Sqaudron of Sea Raptors

Dr. Lunawind was seeing thier first adult male. She was seeing him personally as he was a rarity. So, it wasn't targeted towards women, but why was he the only adult male she'd seen all day.

Lunawind went to pull his military records.

Error, Subject not in database.

Lunawind's eyebrows went up and she entered in a few more things.

Error, Subject has no military records.

"What? Every guy's been in the military! It's mandatory. Unless..

Subject diagnosed with lukemia at ge 15

Which meant that this guy was never in the service, so he wouldn't have had any sort of vaccinations.

Which meant....

My God...

Dr. Lunawind picked up the phone, "This is Dr. Lunawind at New Haven, I need the Ministry of Defence NOW"

" Sir, the Kingdom of Fourhearts is counter-attacking! Our left flank is bearing the brunt, the center is holding. We're taking hits to the landing craft."

Colonel Kendrik sprang into motion. " How far away are those Warriors from Vhammpyr?"

" ETA on their paratroopers is 22 minutes sir. Infantry is about an hour."

" Excellent! Contact the Vampire commanders. Have them change their drop zones from the Desert side of Ladinah to the plains just west of Nevultala. No sense in getting any more of our troops killed than is necessary. The Warriors can then hit points west of their LZ and the city itself. Make sure that our Katanan fighters provide cover."

The fight was really getting hot now. The 25,000-plus Vision army was going to take a beating crossing, but at least 70% of them would get across the strait. The Vhammpyrian Warriors would add another 60,000 to the battle.

They'd have the city of Nevultana in a pincer movement. It wouldn't last long....

Lord Feratu was wrapped in his drug-induced trance. He had been restless, where he usually was serene. The visions that the smoke of the Black Lotus were giving him were bringing him to the realm of dreams, dreams that were showing him a disaster of monumental proportions.

He awoke with a start and shouted for his guards. " Get word to the generals! The war against the pigs of Comatica is going well right now, but we must be perpared for the unexpected!"

A vampire-healer rushed to his side. " What is it that you saw, my lord?"

Feratu stared out into space. " Death! Death for our armies! Death to our Homeland! We must not let this happen." He glanced at the Healer. " Tell General Azulun that he must get those reinforcements to Comatica. And an equal amount must attack the Empire of Xeraph. That damned Alaric will be the one who will tip the balance in the Allies favor. Do it! Do it now!", he screamed......

"Commander, Wolf Sqaudrons are taking heavy fire."

"Keep them there just a little while longer. We have to give that city all the help we can get!"

Down below, a dozen small airships rained down death upon the beach with their 30mm machine guns. They were taking small arms fire, and it wasn't looking good for the wolves, but they had a mission to do. As Vision Soldiers left their landing crafts, they would be mowed down. They wolves didn't have long as they knew it was only a matter of time before air support forced them out.


"Commander, I'm getting a signal from long range radar. TRANSPORTS! TRANSPORTS!"

Steelcraft wiped around and checked the screen, "Divert the Gull and two squadrons to intercept, pull back the wolves so they won't get creamed by enemy fighters. Have them form up on the Gull. If they're paratroopers I want the Wolves to be there to welcome them.

Steelwing hated splitting up his air assests and he hoped that Allied Air would be able to assist soon. The Gull would be toast if they faced a large air wing. Luckily, the Gull had some pretty long range missiles.

" Alaric, the Axis has begun their offensive against Comatica. There is apparently little tactical finesse involved. Overwhelming force is indicated."

The Emperor of Xeraph mused. " So, my kinsmen and their hellish allies seem to have completely lost their senses. Alright....so be it. Launch Operation HellStorm. If they want a fight, theyr'e gonna get one!"


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Xeraph had been relatively untouched by the biotech attack from Vhammpyr. Most of their citizens lived underground in the five Royal Cities, and so were protected from the worst of the spores and droplets. The Vhammpyrian agents had been captured, albeit with a hell of a fight. Two of the three were still alive, the third had been hacked into so many pieces that it had ceased to function effectively. Vampires never truly died as humans knew death. Their individual portions lived on until they were subject to a high enough temperature to consume them.

The two that were captured had several parts missing, but were very much alive. Alaric privately admired them for getting into the country undetected. No one from any nation had ever accomplished that before.

Operation HellStorm pitted the enormous strength of the Empire against the Imperium. Over 80% of the Empire's resources were being deployed against the Axis forces. Tens of millions of Xeraphian, Phoenixian, Auralinian, and Shadow troops were on their way to Comatica, ETA 6 hours. Thousands of tanks and missile carriers were being transported there, along with 21 CBGs and 51 AirWings.

A Xeraphian CBG consisted of 24 ships-of-the-line: carriers, battle-carriers, battleships, destroyers, missile ships and subs. In addition, 6,200 Fast-Attack Boats were enroute to the battle. In all, over 7,000 vessels of the Royal Xeraphian Navy were to be embroiled in the war against the Axis.

AirWings contained 6 squads of 12 fighters, 1 squad of bombers, and 1 squad of HCGSs. Over 45,000 Royal Xeraphian, Auralinian, and Shadow air units were going to pound the hellout of the Imperium forces. The F150 Copperheads, F100 Rattlesnakes, F400 Cottonmouths, F300 King Cobra Fighter-Bombers, and B1 Python Bombers would rule the skies along with the other Allied air units. The Apache, BlackHawk, and Comanche HCGSs would provide ground cover for the landings.

The Grey Phoenixians were masters of tank warfare. Theirs was the task of landing 9 divisions of MBTs on Deltnum, Cahamina, and Donelium. Each division contained 350 MBTs: A6 Leopards, A8 Ocelots, L16 Condors, H3 Goliaths, H4 Wolfhounds, and MT-2 Warlock Missile Tanks.

" Captain, get word to Gen. Strickland that I want Ghengiz and Astran alive. I don't care what he has to do to achieve it, but I want it done. And I want Vhammpyr carpet-bombed with the NeoNapalm. Maybe we can't use conventional weapons against the vampires, but they sure as hell will burn!"

" One thing, Alaric....."

" What is it, captain?"

" You are of course aware that Duke Astran has insinuated himself with AMF?"

Alaric sighed. " Yes, I am aware of that. I've ordered that no attacks be perpetuated upon the Grey Legions territory. I doubt Dreadfire will interfere in this war, but I certainly don't need to antagonise him by entering the Empire of Eternity with intent to destroy the Legion's cities. Let's leave them alone for now."

"Yes, sir."

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The quaver in the lieutenant's voice gave him away. " M'lord......it's Xeraph."

Astran knew it was going to happen, but that didn't make it any the less frightening. He sighed. " OK, lieutenant, how many and how long?"

" M'lord, theyr'e throwing over 80% of the entire Empire's resources against us. Millions upon millions of Armored Troopers, thousands of MBTs. Sir, the aircraft alone will swamp us."

Astran had been wondering if Alaric would comes against his own blood. Now he knew. " Lieutenant, contact Ghengiz, Feratu, and the Vision leadership. We're in deep, deep shit. We need to make a decision as to whether we're going to continue this assault on Comatica or break free and regroup. We're no match for the Xeraphian Empire, never mind NYC, Fourhearts, and the others in combination. I have a pretty good idea what the vampires are gonna do.....fight to the death. But they can replicate and rebuild a lot quicker than we can."

" Sir, Xeraph has 450 Python bombers on the way to Vhammpyr with their new NeoNapalm. Our reports confirm that there is enough of the NeoNapalm to roast Vhammpyr three times over, even if they take to their caves."

Astran thought, 'Damn, there goes our single possibility for victory. If the vampires go down, we don't stand a chance'. " Lieutenant, see if Feratu can TransBeam as many of those, what does he call them? Oh yeah, Sleepers. The vampires that are still in suspended animation. See if he will beam them to these coordinates, and then waken them. Another serious blow to the Allied nations. How many do they have left?"

The lieutenant flipped through his paperwork, then looked up sharply. " Vhammpyr has approximately 725,000,000 Sleepers waiting to be deployed. That would be enough for a mass attack on each of the Allied nations, about 40 million in each country."

Astran grinned. " Yes....yes I know.....

ooc: Uh...allied good guys? Anytime your'e ready....

425 Blackrod Bombers, the best bombers Comatica had to offer, were tailing Xeraph's attacking Pythons at a distance of 40 miles. They were ready to be the second brutal wave on Vhammpyr. A massive wave of 675 Payloader bombers, escorted by 350 Monitor fighters, as well as various other protection planes, swept towards 2 major cities in Grey Legions. Heavy losses were expected on the Comatic side, but the catastrophic results on the axis side would counter-balance it. All bombers were equipped with the Comatic 155 mm AaSmA missiles, loaded each with 2 1/2 ounces of Veldaem's TDI (I explained it in this post (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10243389&postcount=148), just in case you missed it). Normally, it would take 2 or 3 AaSmA's to shoot down or destroy a fighter. But when loaded with TDI, one missile had the detonation capabilities of a torpedo. Each fighter was loaded with about 150 of these deadly anti-aircraft missiles. The bombers were ready to use them to hit targets in the enemies' cities if all else had been used.

The bombers would scan for worthy targets, namely warehouses, military installations, ports, ammo depots, and factories. The fighters were prepared to engage enemy fighters launched to neutralize the incoming Comatic bombers, and were ordered to take out AA and other artillery.

Once major targets were destroyed, the Comatic bombers would move on to a "bombing overview," in which skyscrapers, train stations, bridges, highways, and other buildings would be subject to many tons of ordnance.

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The battle was not going well for the Comatics. Ladinah and Cahamina were all but lost, though there was still tough Comatic resistance remaining. Reinforcements from mainland were sent to those provinces in order to save them from total destruction.

Four dozen ships had been lost in the battle so far in the Barrow Sea. Bombing raids, organized and disorganized, were led day and night against the Imperium's fleets by Comatic bombers, attempting to cripple them at all costs. An assault was led on the fleet near Donelium and North Comatic Island by almost 50 Comatic ships, sending many dozens of cruise torpedoes towards the Imperium's warships. It was these ordnance specimens that Comatic admirals depended on. They were magnetically guided, using the Earth's poles and electromagnets to guide and propel themselves. As they draw close to their targets, they release 12 smaller torpedoes, guided also, which hit targets in rapid succession. Then, the main torpedo strikes the target itself. These were fabulous mechanisms by Comatic standards, and they may help the United Empire gain some sort of upper hand.

All across the Barrow Sea, hundreds upon thousands of cruise torpedo raids were launched on Imperium naval forces, wreaking havok with their near-undetectable ways. They cruised deep in the sea, at almost 150 feet, then tilted sharply upward as they approached their target.

Meanwhile, the IAF struggled as they battled for air superiority. This, however, was a fight that they could not win. The IAF was too thinly spread, what with it's defending missions near Narien, Mainland, Donelium, Delntum, and other provinces. The Imperial Senate requested help from Allied air forces; a lot of help. They encouraged Allied bombers to lead as many bombing raids against enemy ships as possible. The Special Operations ministry even sent the information on TDI, maximumly encrypted, to all Allies. If all of the coalition members against Black and Grey had harnessed the power of this chemical, the vampires would have a chance to be defeated.

Mainland Comatica was packed with almost 3 million IGF personnel, swarming with about 21,000 tanks altogether,guarded by about 450 INF warships and 4,500 IAF planes. This province was a priority. Over 400 million of Comatica's total population of 2.1 billion resided on this 5 million square mile area. Most of it's history lived here. The government did not want any invaders to so much as even look at the mainland. But the attack was inevitable.

Since the beginning of the war, Comatica's military numbers had been bolstered from 13 million to 19 million. 55,000 tanks, 18,000 aircraft, 2,500 warships. The majority of those numbers were fighting the maniacal BGVD attackers. However, a fair number of IGF troops-400,000-were on hand to help defend the Allies against an Imperium attack on their soil.

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320 N Y C Stargrazer aircraft dived out of the clouds, banking sharply to avoid the airships of their Fourheartsian allies. The axis landing parties were galumphing up the beach, but were being impeded by the allied fire. Still, it would take a lot of luck to save the beseiged Comatican city.

As the bombers weaved in and out, protecting the airships and trying to take out the landing crafts, the N Y C fleet veered out to sea to face the incoming transports.

Damn, the Admiral thought to himself, these bastards are gonna get it now. N Y C ain't the lame duck everyone thinks we are.His dreaming was cut short by the sound of return fire blasting the decks of the cruiser next to him. Grabbing his comm tablet, he tried to recieve damage assesments. The battle had merely begun.
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23 from the presidential palace, a team of scientist analyzed the information recieved from Comatica. The substance sounded wonderful in theory, but it would take a lot of work to manufacture the stuff. It would take time. Time that, for all military command knew, N Y C didn't have. Nevertheless, it would be crucial if the vampires attacked...a question that every moment semed to shift more to when.

Vhammpyric Generals Rahon, Atapon, and Azulun took a breather from the fighting. Unlike the human military leaders, the generals of Vhammpyr fought with the common soldier....front line, in the thick of the fighting.

Azulun had received a message from Feratu concerning his 'vision' about Xeraph. Frankly, Azulun didn't care a wit about Feratu....or Vhammpyr. It was his ambition to conquer Comatica and begin his own empire. Azulun knew that Xeraph was fully capable of destroying the greater part of Vhammpyr. But he had planted the idea of TransBeaming tens of millions of Vhammpyrian Warriors to the various Allied nations in the mind of the Dark Visions commanders. Let Xeraph turn Vhammpyr into a wasteland. A new Vampyr nation would arise on the shores of the old Comatican territory.

" So, Atapon, reports indicate that we have secured the islands of Secruteus, Pereteua, most of Cahamina, and a portion of Ladinah."

" Yes, sir, and on Secruteus, our commanders have put all of the Comatican citizens to the sword. The city of Praetalae has become the new forward Vhammpyrian/Vision HQ. Further, the city of Kassa Nova has fallen to our forces, and approximately 65% of the area known as Narien is ours. Our latest reports say that two new nations, impressed with our victories, have made inquiries concerning joining the Black & Grey Imperium. They have sent observers to Praetalae and Kassa Nova."

" And what are these nations, General?"

" The nations of GothReich and Baael, sir. Young....but they have the same lust for battle that we have."

Azulun thought for a minute. " General, on my authority, assure them that they will receive a full share of the spoils if they join us now. We need all the reinforcements we can get."

" But sir, shouldn't you get Lord Feratu's approval on a decision of this magnitude?"

Azulun glared at Rahon, pointing a finger. " Don't you EVER question my orders again! And don't concern yourself with Feratu. Your'e looking at the new Emperor of Vhammpyr...........after Xeraph gets done with the old emperor..........now, get that message to GothReich and Baael!"

" Yes, sir!"

Captain Denning was wound up tighter than a tick. He was the wing commander for the attack on Vhammpyr, and he knew that he had at best a 50-50 chance of ever seeing Xeraph again.

" Captain, incoming message. It seems that we're gonna have some help when we get to Vhammpyr."

Denning scanned the message and let out a whoop. " Damnation, we got those Comatican boys going in with us. They must have balls of iron, what with their country being attacked by the Imperium. Gentlemen, those fuckin' vampires are gonna be toasted like marshmallows. Lieutenant, signal those Comatican air-jockeys that we're glad theyr'e here............and let's go in there kickin' some vampire ass!"

" Aye, sir. ETA to Vhammpyr about 55 minutes."

"Admiral, I want your fleet to get in the goddamn war!" screamed Senatorat Perau over video conference.

"Sir, our last territory in the Barrow Sea with the exception of the mainland is Narien. The rest aren't fit to launch an invasion from. Narien is our only chance. That's why I'm docked here with my fleet." The admiral was oddly calm for a situation like this.

"Well, admiral, you don't just let the enemy just fall into your lap. You gotta grab 'em by the balls and punch 'em in the eye. I want you fleet to get control of Narien. If Vhammpyr is in control of those islands, they control the Barrow Sea completely. Even if the other provinces fall to our forces, they'll still have the upper hand with Narien."

Admiral Glesus sighed wistfully. "Yes, sir. We'll move out in two hours' time."

"Good," said Perau with a faint, greyish smile. "Which divisions do you have with you?"

"Uh...421st, 425th, 426th, and the 430th."

Perau raised an eyebrow menacingly. "You have 100,000 men with you?"

Glesus cleared his throat. "Well, 95,000. The 430th we picked up in western Ladinah after a battle. They had lost about 5,000. But 95,000 is still a formidable force."

"No shit," said Perau in an immature response. "You know what? Attack the BGVD forces in the enemy-controlled half of Narien. I want all islands with some sort of port or landing strip on it retaken for Comatica. There's about 650,000 men that were pushed south by the vampires. There's still close to 200,000 still fighting behind enemy lines. Try to liberate them and get supplies to them. Once the 650,000 men regruop in southern Narien, I'll send them in at your tail."

"Yes, sir." The screen flicked off to an opaque black.

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OOC: Fleet attacking Imperium forces in Narien:

15 aircraft carriers
20 destroyers
25 frigates
15 cruisers
5 battleships
10 light battleships
35 nuclear subs
10 patrolling escorts
5 hospital ships
15 troop carriers
10 troop carrier escorts

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The city of Nevutala was burning. Fires raged over 70% of what was still standing...which wasn't much. The combined armies of Vhammpyr, Dark Visions, the Grey Legions, and the Katanas had overrun the Comatican defenses. Losses were very high, but Ladinah, Pereteua, and Secruteus were now in Imperium hands, as was a good portion of Kassa Nova and Narien. The Allied forces were still battling in Narien, but it was unclear as to who had the upper hand.

Inside the ancient stone walls of the capitol building in Nevultala, several Imperium commanders were "interrogating" a half-dozen prisoners. The prisoners were all local civilian leaders of Ladinah, and they were strung up by their wrists, a foot off the floor.

Praetorian F'corias of Vhammpyr was enjoying himself immensely. He had orders from General Atapon to receive the formal surrender of Ladinah from the mayor of Nevultala. This, however, was to be a bit difficult, as F'corias had cut the mayor's tongue out. The other five prisoners were babbling incoherently.

Colonel Madrssi of the Legions was a grizzled veteran of many wars. But he had never seen anything like the methods that the Vhammpyrians were using.
" Praetorian, let's get on with this. Theyr'e defeated here, and we need to ready ourselves for the assault on Deltnum. Cahamina will be ours by the morrow, and so our forces here, in Cahamina, Kassa Nova, and Secruteus will be launching the attack on Nuaram. There's no time to waste."

F'corias turned a murderous look at Madrssi. " You will be silent! These pigs will surrender, and then they will die!" He allowed a grim smile. " Our troops are waiting to fill their bellies with these, the leaders of Ladinah. I will not disappoint them."

He turned back to the prisoners, idly moving his battleknife from one hand to the other. " Well, which one of you swine are going to talk to me? Do I have to cut out another tongue?"

One of the prisoners, Calort by name, glared at the vampire and spat full into it's face. " Do what you will, vampire. None of us will surrender to you or anybody else. You may kill us all, but..........." He never got to finish, his words cut off by F'corias burying his knife in Calort's heart while simultaneously plunging his fangs into his throat. With a horrible tearing sound, F'corias ripped the flesh of Calort, sending a gout of blood that splattered everyone in the room.

The woman hanging next to Calort screamed hysterically. " We surrender! We surrender! Please don't hurt me! Please!"

Madrssi silenced her by thrusting his sword into her midsection, then slicing upwards. As her entrails fell noisily onto the floor, he said, " That's what I wanted to hear. Now, let's get the hellout of here. We have more work to do conquering this nation of swine."

As they left the room, F'corias signalled to his men, and they descended on the remaining prisoners amidst screams and the sounds of bones crunching......

General Azulun of Vhammpyr, General Hidesii of Dark Visions, Admiral Spangler of the Black Katanas, and General Mafokan of the Grey Legions sat around a small table on board the Vision battleship HORIZON. On the table was a map of the Comatican Empire. Almost half of the map was colored red, symbolic of what was presently held by the Imperium.

Azulun spoke first. " Gentlemen", he hissed. " Our war against these pigs is going well. All that's left of them are the territories to the north, the Mainland, Comatic Island, and Donelium."

" Yes, but we are much weakened by these 'victories', m'lord general." This was form Admiral Spangler. " Our losses are running at about 33% overall. We'll be needing reinforcements if we are to continue."

" What about GothReich and Baael? Are they with us or not?", said Hidesii.

" They are, but they are young and inexperienced. Between them, they can provide less than 200,000 men. Small navies and virtually no airforce. Minimal help", said General Mafokan.

Azulun pointed at the map. " Send them in first. They'll soften the pigs up, then we can swarm in on Serel. Once we take Donelium, on to North Comatic Island, and then we will be totally surrounding the Mainland. The Comaticans will no doubt make a colossal stand...........but it will be their last stand."

They looked one to another, and all nodded in agreement, and sealed the fate of millions....

"M'lord, message from the front."

Sethanis quickly scanned the report. It was not good news. A little over 50% of Comatica was in Imperium hands, and they were massing for the final push into the northern Comatican territories. The Vhammpyrian Warriors were pouring into the Camel Desert by the millions, and the Legions and Katanans were poised to invade Serel, on Donelium. Dark Visions, for the time being, was left to the task of occupying the already conquered lands, and ferreting out any resistence.

Two new players were apparently entering the war. They were unknown entities: Baael and GothReich. Small, but deadly. They were two of the city-states that had been harassing the southern Xeraphian border years ago. Now they were full-fledged countries.

Black Shadows had not seen much action in the Comatican war. But now it was time for them to show their hand.

" Captain, inform the Emperor that we are going to try and head off these new nations before they get their forces to Donelium. They have a head start, but I think we can meet them there. A half-dozen CBGs and a couple of AirWings should do. Secondary deployment of 50,000 troopers to follow initial attack."

" Yes, m'lord."

Torches blazed, filling the Hall of Meeting with smoke. All of the clans and tribes were represented. This was to be an important meeting.

There was much talking and laughing when a huge man stood up and banged his warclub on the dais.

" Silence! We have much to decide tonight, so pay attention. For those of you who may not know, I am Dangoth, Lord of the Tribe of Avatrix. I have called you together because we have been asked to give aid to a great quest. The Black & Grey Imperium have set their sights on the Comatican Empire, an immense nation of weak, semi-pacifistic peoples. The Imperium has been very successful thus far, but they are seeking reinforcements. They have offered us a full share of the spoils......hundreds of thousands of acres, titles, slaves and vast sums of gold. The Imperium have one-half of the Comatican Empire in their possession as of right now. What say you? Shall we join our regional brothers, GothReich, in aiding the Imperium?"

Dangoth was a terrifyingly impressive figure. Almost seven feet tall, heavily muscled, clad in the scales of the black serpent of Baael, he reeked of blood and death. He had brought together the formerly warring clans and tribes of Yob Haggoth and forged them into a formidable fighting force. GothReich was already on board, and Pharex was considering joining in the fight as well. It was well known that their "big brother", Vhammpyr, was already well involved in the war.

Lord Tasael of the Clan Jion spoke up. " My lord Dangoth. It is well known that the war is going well for the Imperium. But....I have heard reports that their victories have cost them dearly. Theyv'e lost hundreds of thousands of men, and we have also heard that Xeraph and Comatica have sent bombers to Vhammpyr to carpet-bomb that nation. There won't be anything left of Vhammpyr if that happens. And even if we, GothReich, and Pharex join together in the fight, we won't make much of a dent in the attack on Comatica."

Dangoth stared at Tasael for a long moment. " Now you listen to me, Tasael. And all the rest of you! You are being very short-sighted. You know as well as I do that if we come to the aid of the Imperium, that we will be feared throughout the land! With our new friends in the Imperium, we will be able to finally conquer those cowardly pigs of the region of Mythos, who have been tying us up[ in a stalemate for many years. With them out of the way, and our Imperium allies, we can then take on Xeraph itself. Xeraph is just 355 miles due north. We are no problem for them NOW, but if we are victorious in Comatica, even Xeraph will have a hard time stopping the Imperium. We have nothing to lose.....and everything to gain! What do you say to that, my friends?"

The roar of approval was deafening. It was settled. Three of the four nations of Yob Haggoth were now on the side of the Black & Grey Imperium, with the fourth not far behind. Suddenly, the advantage was once more with the Imperium.............

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The combined airforces of Comatica and Xeraph had been dropping their payloads for over an hour. The devastation was immense. Almost the entire nation of Vhammpyr was on fire, millions of vampires incinerated in the colossal fireballs that were exploding all over the land.

Lord Feratu was deep in the mountain, safe from the bombs. He was seething, rigid with fury. Although it was true that Vhammpyr could regenerate the lost troops, it would take a long time. Longer, in fact, than the war in Comatica was to last.

He had ordered 27 million Warriors to the front, which was a sizable force. But the millions he had planned to send would now be delayed many months.

Feratu thought back to the time when Vhammpyr was part of the Xeraphian Empire. The nation had sleepily existed for centuries, at peace with Xeraph. When the Grey Legions and the Black Katanas had broken away from the Empire, Vhammpyr did also. The rest was history. The Legions and the Katanas had decided to forge their own empire, and Vhammpyr had joined them. For too long had the vampires been under the thumb of Alaric of Xeraph.

Feratu had had the former ruler of Vhammpyr killed, and took over the reigns of leadership. There were a number of vampires who had remained loyal to Alaric, namely the Brujah whose sole job was to guard the Emperor. These were the elite of the vampire world, throwbacks to an ancient time when vampire ruled the earth. There were only 712 of them, but they were virtually indestructable. And there was Teii, ancient priest-king of the vampires. His exact age was unknown, but it numbered in the thousands.

But the Brujah had neither helped nor hindered the Vhammpyrian quest for empire. And now, it looked as if that quest was in jeopardy.

The explosions continued to rock the country. Vampire Warriors continued to die. But they would be back.....yes....they would be back...

The commander of the GothReichian fleet surveyed the carnage that the Imperium had brought to the island of Secruteus. The Imperium forces had not left much left intact. Vast piles of burning bodies turned the scene into a panorama of Hell. Many bodies were still hanging from impromtu gallows, and the streets were lined with hundreds of those who had been impaled.

" These are not soldiers," he thought. " Theyr'e butchers."

He turned to his aide. " Ensign, read me our orders one more time."

" Sir, we're to proceed to the channel between Deltnum and Cahamina and there fan out our ships so as to provide cover for the push into the northern regions of Comatica. From there, we are to proceed into the North Barrow Sea and take up positions for the bombardment of Aredeth. The forces of Vhammpyr and the Katanas will attack the Mainland from the south, and the armies of the Legions, Vision, and Baael will attack from the north. The ground forces of Vhammpyr will then cross the straight from the Camel's Desert into Donelium, take out Serel, and continue on to North Comatic Island. The Imperium will then have the Mainland surrounded."

" Sounds all neat and tidy, eh? I'm sure that the Allied forces are not just going to sit there and let this all happen. Very well, ensign, all engines forward 3/4 speed. We need to uphold our end of the bargain if we're going to reap the promised rewards."

" Aye, aye, sir."

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Titus's brow was sweat-laden and furrowed. He gazed absent-mindedly at the reports, skimming through the dozens of papers in disbelief. Positions of Comatic forces were all over the place: North Atlantic, North Barrow, Narien, Cahamina, Ladinah, Secruteus, South Barrow Sea, Donelium, North Comatic island, Delntum, the former Kingdom of Marabal, the southern Pacific. There was only one word that aptly described it. Disarray. This is why we have not been able to gain the upper hand, Titus thought angrily to himself. We haven't been able to concentrate our forces in one spot. This is the source of their power. Then it hit him. This was the Black & Grey Imperium's strategy, even if they didn't know it. Each Imperium nation had little or no defense budget. It wasn't the training. Without proper training, a massive force larger in proportion to one's army can still be defeated, quite easily. The Black & Grey was splitting the Comatic forces into fragments, forcing them to descend into chaos and mismanagement. In smaller portions, the forces are much easier to defeat.

Titus had indeed noticed that the Comatic military was beginning to show the symptoms of being spread too thin, but was unaware that this was the foreground of the Black & Grey's intentions. Comatic naval vessels are attacking Black & Grey supply ships in the north Atlantic, Titus thought. They want this. They know that our attacking their supply lines won't make too much of a dent if we wish not to concentrate our entire navy on that operation. All the same, it's a waste of our naval and aircraft capacity. We've been attacking islands taken over by the Black & Grey in the south Pacific. We may be gaining landing strips in the process, but it won't hinder the BGV invasion. They're all aware of this...Azulun, Hidesii, Spangler, and Mafokan. They're all gleeful in my ignorance...

There was one area that was in need of troops: the Camel's Desert. Forces were amassing there, and Titus stood idly by. He would strive to change that.

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Emperor Titus prided himself in writing his own speeches. He firmly considered speechwriters to be a waste of valuable money, especially in a situation like this. Right now, what the people of Comatica needed was words from the heart of their leader, not from a trained writer.

Titus sat in his cherry colored velvet chair, perfectly placed behind a pine desk decades old. The camera flicked on.

My fellow Comatic citizens: I come to you from the office in the Imperial Palace. I come to you in the most dire situation in Comatic history. Even more so than the Nazi invasion in 1941. We are dealing with a far more powerful force than Nazi Germany. We are dealing with vicious foes with no morals to speak of, that will kill for the sake of it. I know that this speech cannot be heard in Cahamina, Secruteus, Ladinah, or Narien, but I will speak anyhow, for those of you who are still in contact with Aredeth must know what our cruel enemies have done and are doing as we speak.

First, of course, was the nuclear attack on Comatica. It struck Kassa Nova, killing close to 900,000 Comatic citizens. We have now determined that the epidmic of disease was caused by a chemical attack, which has killed over 450,000. Then there are those that have died at the hands of the enemy in person. We suspect that 125,000 to 140,000 Comatic citizens, specifically in Secruteus, have been brutally and painfully executed for not dispensing information that none of them knew. These are the enemies we are dealing with: merciless, cruel, and bloodthirsty.

It has come to our attention also that the Black & Grey Imperium has been joined by two nations. They are indeed small, but any addition to Imperium forces is dangerous. They must and will be eliminated, along with every nation that so much as aids the Imperium.

Every Black & Grey nation will fall to Allied forces one way or another; the question is not "how," or "if," it's "when." It would be foolish for the Imperium to attempt a world conquest and not expect to be defeated. History has explained that to us in many forms. Napoleon, Hitler; they all failed. And the Imperium, which is growing more vicious by the hour, will follow in their footsteps. Here, the old saying comes to mind: "If we do not learn from histroy's mistakes, then we are bound to repeat them." The Imperium is a prime example of this ignorance.

I am aware that every Comatic citizen hungers for the truth in a time like this, so I will be frank. The Imperium is more powerful. They will attempt a massive assault on Delntum, Donelium, and inevitably the mainland. But they will not steamroll over us. I have full confidence in our armed forces, along with our stalwart allies, such as Haraki, Xeraph, Fourhearts, and N Y C. The battle will be arduous, and many hundreds of thousands of Comatic lives will be lost, to be frank once again, but the United Empire will remain just that: United. No occupying forces can sever ties to our embattled provinces, nor sway us from only accepting full recession of power in the Imperium.

The only worthy advice I can offer you is to remain steadfast. Remember that all enemies can be defeated, but only through your measure of courage. Good night, and the best of luck.

OOC: Where is everybody? *echoes*

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Duke Avan Astran wearily threw the reports onto his desk. If the truth be told, he was sick and tired of this war. He had expected it to be both shorter and less difficult than it had turned out. The sheer numbers on both sides were complicating the process of assimilation of Comatica into the Empire. Perhaps it was the short duration of the subjugation of Sushi that had bolstered his expectations.

But....the Imperium had control of slightly over 50% of Comatica. The Legions and Katanas in the south, the Katanas and Vision forces in the southeast, the vampires in the central portions, and the combined forces of the Legions, Vhammpyrians, Baaelian, and GothReichian troops in he east and northeast, in the Camel Desert, set the stage for the final phase of conquest.

They had the Mainland, North Comatic Island, and Donelium surrounded. Tens of millions of Vhammpyric Warriors were just a few miles from both Aredeth and Serel, and the combined Axis navies were presently bombing the hell out of the Comatican coastal areas. Morale was running high, as the Imperium commanders knew that the Allies probably couldn't put enough troops into the fight to keep the Axis from gaining the upper hand.

Aside from Xeraph's bombing of Vhammpyr along with Comatica, their task force was prevented from engaging the Axis naval and air forces by a second war that they were fighting on behalf of their long-time ally, Whittier, in Norse Country. The Xeraphians were spread thin...too thin.

Fourhearts was staging intermittant sorties, but it wasn't making an appreciable dent in the Imperium juggernaut.

Neither NYC nor Haraki had been heard from for quite a while. And Comatica was split between it's own territory and Topal.

This was not to say that the B & G Imperium hadn't taken losses. The losses were staggering. Approximately 174,000 KIA/MIA/WIA, over 400 MBTs lost, 650+ aircraft, and over 60 naval units, including 13 carriers.

Astran smiled grimly as he thought about the vampires nuclear and biotech weapons that had decimated the Allied nations. They would be reeling from those for decades.

He turned to his aide. " Well, lieutenant, what is the current estimate for the subjugation of Aredeth and Serel?"

" M'lord, we're looking at a best case scenario of 72-96 hours for Serel. Aredeth is another matter. Apparently, the Comatican generals are looking to stand and fight to the death there. The Vhammpyrian generals want to nuke it, but that was voted down by the rest of the Imperium leadership. We want the Mainland intact, not a radioactive ruin."

" And the vampires are cooperating? Most unlike them. They have pretty much done what they want throughout this whole campaign. I wouldn't rule out theyr'e obliterating the Mainland with ICBMs despite the vote. I'm not sending our boys in there if theyr'e gonna be vaporized."

" I agree, sir, but if all of the Imperium commanders think the same, then there won't be enough Axis forces to overrun the Mainland. Even the vampires don't have enough men to attack on three fronts."

Astran thought for a second. " Yes...well we'll have to cross that bridge when we come to it. I'm just glad for a few hours respite from the fighting. We need to get our wits about us for this last push."

It was just at that moment that the claxons sounded off.................


ooc: good spot here for Allies to bomb Legion locations....

The Comatics were throwing everything they had at the Imperium invaders. The TDI chemical had just been introduced into the gunpowder, and flak guns powered up by this powder were pounding Vhammpyr positions.

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Undisclosed location--0300

Titus was in a safehouse in the Valderel Mountains, near Lake Telm, watching all Comatic positions. Naval forces had been called out from the North Atlantic, and the some 160,000 troops in the South Pacific were presently en route to attack the backside of the fleet headed to Serel.

The port city of Serel was essential on many fronts. If one was in control of it, one had near unlimited projection power over the Northern half of the Camel's Back region. Titus had been a fool not to use it correctly. Also, it was an excellent area for shipbuilding. About 40% of Comatica's present naval fleet had been manufactured there. To lose it would be crippling.

"Sir," said Chief of Ministry Mundatus Veldaem.

Before he could continue, Titus put up a finger to stop him. "Mundatus, remember the ministers meeting where I decided to invade Topal?"

Mundatus thought for a minute, most likely on it's relevance to the situation. "Yes, sir. It's when I first told you about the invasion of Northern Sushi. And...when you told me to call you 'Titus' and nothing else."

"You got it," said Titus solemnly.

"Sir...was that your only point in bringing that up?"

Titus was silent for a moment. He was pouring over data on a massive digital map on a touchscreen monitor hanging on the wall. "No. You know me well enough to know that I wouldn't bring up such a useless topic in such a situation as ours. No. Remember..." He turned to face Mundatus. The two were alone in the shaded war room. The only light was emitted from the glowing, seven-foot tall touchscreen monitor behind him. "..., if you will, when you called the Imperium 'barbaric.' Well, you could not have been more right and more wrong at the same time."

Mundatus was taciturn in intrigue.

Titus began pacing. "Massive numbers aren't why we have been getting defeated. We have better training, better equipment, and are fighting for homeland security, which provides a stronger motive. So why have they been steamrolling over our forces?"

Mundatus was again silent.

"I'll tell you. This man." Titus halted, and reached inside his sports coat, which was draped over a chair. He pulled out a book, the covers remarkably tattered, and slid it across the glass conference table to Mundatus at the other end. He picked it up.

"The Art of War?" he said, puzzled.

Titus resumed his pacing. "Yes, by Sun Tzu. The great strategist."

"Sir, we've employed several of his tactics, which are standard in our military already."

"But what about them?" Titus said, halting once again. "We had our forces all over the goddamn world, fighting for absolutely nothing!" Titus's voice began to rise. "In the North Atlantic, the Pacific, even in Central America. We all thought that we were wearing on Imperium efforts, when in fact we were helping them succeed in their military procession! This is what they want! We have our forces spread as thin as a linen table cloth while these 'barbaric, anti-peace, racist nations' continue with their slaughtering envoy! Well, that's why I called those forces in from the Atlantic, Pacific, and Americas. We need to concentrate our military in specific areas. That's the source of their power. Well, it's time to employ thier own strategy, and turn the tables around one hundred and eighty degrees."

Katanan naval forces were pounding the Comatican shoreline. Barrage after barrage slammed into the Comatican installations lining the coasts of Donelium and North Comatic Island. The Vision and Vhammpyrian navy was doing the same to the Mainland, particularly around Ardeth.

Ghengiz was pleased. No nation, no matter how well trained or equipped could withstand this kind of a beating for very long. And now the Vhammpyrians and Vision land forces were massed along the shores of the Camel Desert, millions of them, with hundreds of LCs ready to transport them into the cities of Serel and Ardeth. The two new Imperium nations, Baael and GothReich were shelling the southern coastal installations of the Mainland, softening up the eventual invasion by the Legion and Katanan armies.

The one sobering note was that Vhammpyr itself was all but destroyed by repeated bombings by Comatica and Xeraph. Tens of millions of Vhammpyric Warriors had been incinerated. Less than 5% of the population had survived.

Ghengiz also had a little problem. The vampire general, Azulun, wanted to fire nuclear ICBMs into the Mainland, and the rest of the Axis leaders didn't want that to happen. It wasn't that they cared about the death of so many people there, but the area would be rendered useless by the intense radiation. The vampires wouldn't be affected by the fallout....thats why they wanted to go ahead with the launchings.

Ghengiz and the others didn't know if they could restrain the Vhammpyrians much longer. The vampires already had their missiles coordinated to strike....all 337 of them. Even if Comatican defenses managed to stop 75% of the missiles, nearly 80 would get through..........more than enough to fry the Mainland five times over.

The only apparent way for the launchings to be stopped was if the Comaticans surrendered. Millions would be saved from dying a terrible death, and the infrastructure of the Mainland cities would remain intact.

" Lieutenant, send a message to the Comatican government. Let them know that if they surrender immediately, we will spare them the destruction of the Mainland and Donelium. Their only alternative is nuclear devastation."

" Yes, m'lord."

The air shimmered, a faint whine signalling the arrival of a visitor via the TransBeam. What stepped through the fiery blue oval was enough to give you nightmares for a long time.

General Azulun of Vhammpyr stood in all his bloody glory in front of the various commanders of the Axis armies. He had been in the thick of the fighting for weeks, and it showed. He was covered in blood and rotting flesh from head to toe, fingers, noses, and ears dangling from his combat belt. There was even a human head tied to his sword belt....a trophy of the defeat of the island of Secruteus. The head had belonged to the defending colonel of the Comatican garrison.

The general was dressed completely in black leather, and his filthy, matted and tangled mane hung to his waist. He had several pistols and knives in addition to his battle-sword, and his customised AK-47ii rifle was slick with the body fluids of his enemies. As he scanned the room with his cat-like eyes, he licked his blood-stained incisors as if sizing up his next meal.

To no one in particular, he said, " What's holding up the attack on the Mainland? We've been ready to attack for a half-day, and my troops are getting hungry. If someone doesn't give the order to go in 20 minutes, I'm going to order the ICBMs launched. I've wasted enough time here. We have to keep moving before these Comatican pigs and their allies figure out just what we've been up to!"

Ghengiz was the first to speak up. " M'lord General, we have decided that we do not want the Mainland to become a radioactive zone. We have need of the manufacturing and technology resources there. It would be detrimental to the Imperium's future to eradicate them."

Azulun walked over to Ghengiz and stared down at the Lord of the Black Katanas. " I don't give a fuck what you humans want, nor what you think is necessary for your future! I'm going to invade that territory in the next 20 minutes one way or the other. It can be conventional, or nuclear. It doen't matter to me. Make your choice. Youv'e now got 19 minutes."

Azulun stepped back into the blue oval, and disappeared.

Ghengiz snapped an order. " Get me Astran and the others! We've got about 15 minutes to make a decision...........!"

OOC: Damn, I don't wanna surrender just yet. I wanted to get some narrative infantry RPing in first. And I was planning on letting your forces get as far as the suburbs of Aredeth, not let my entire nation and it's capitol surrender.

IC: Every available bomber and naval craft was engaging each and every one of the attacking fleets. The Imperium forces' utter desvastation was the only option. Massive amounts of ordnance were dumped on all targets. Some aircraft squads lacked a commanding officer, so they took matters into their own hands and attacked any naval craft or landing force that they saw. A rare few even went so far as to pull kamikazees.

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Senatorat Perau paced in his quarters below Aredeth. Even through the two feet of lead walls, the rumble of ordnance crashing to the ground in the city above could be felt with magnitude.

"General!" he barked, turning his head jauntily to look at General Celusatus. "How many divisions are in the city?"

Celusatus stood silent for a moment. "Two reserve, eight Delta Battalion. All in all, 240,000 infantry, 400 aircraft, 55 naval craft fighting the Imperium fleet in the Bay of Aredeth, and close to 1,000 T-ACF tanks."

"The Imperium assholes will die before Comatica falls," said Perau under his breath. "Right. How's the situation in the south?"

"Uh...not good. Westland and Outlook are in ruins, and not too many aircraft are making their way in to hit the GothReich and Baael ships. It looks like the Imperium forces will make it onto the Kassval lowlands and southern Valderel Mountains."

Perau sighed. "Is the attack in the Barrow going as planned?"

"Yes, sir. It will commence in one hour."

Perau grinned. Several hours after Emperor Titus had ordered the centralization and concentration of forces, Perau himself ordered almost 2 and a half million Comatic troops to lead an assault on all provinces held by the Imperium. And if that assault failed, then another one would be launched. Such was Perau's plan until the enemy had lost so many troops that they had to surrender. It might cost many Comatic lives, but that was a chance that had to be taken. He hated the idea that the Imperium was benefitting from the land owned by Comatica for decades, which Comatica had fought for in bitter struggles, and earned through vigilance. This was how they were going to be taken back.

"Good, good...uh...General, you're dismissed to your division."

Er...one more thing, sir," Celusatus asked. "What do you think are the Comatic military casualties so far?"

Perau was silent for a few moments. "Oh...I don't know. Probably on the side of 225,000. Maybe over 100 ships lost. And I have an official figure from the IAF as of half an hour ago." He pulled out a slip of paper from his pocket. "542 aircraft destroyed, 177 damaged."

As Perau refolded the paper and dug it back into his pockets, Celusatus sighed. "Well, sir, at least we're gving them as much hell as humanly possible."

Perau nodded sightly. "Yeah, they can't say we didn't give those inhuman bastards a fight."

OOC: Damn, I don't wanna surrender just yet. I wanted to get some narrative infantry RPing in first. And I was planning on letting your forces get as far as the suburbs of Aredeth, not let my entire nation and it's capitol surrender.

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Senatorat Perau paced in his quarters below Aredeth. Even through the two feet of lead walls, the rumble of ordnance crashing to the ground in the city above could be felt with magnitude.

"General!" he barked, turning his head jauntily to look at General Celusatus. "How many divisions are in the city?"

Celusatus stood silent for a moment. "Two reserve, eight Delta Battalion. All in all, 240,000 infantry, 400 aircraft, 55 naval craft fighting the Imperium fleet in the Bay of Aredeth, and close to 1,000 T-ACF tanks."

"The Imperium assholes will die before Comatica falls," said Perau under his breath. "Right. How's the situation in the south?"

"Uh...not good. Westland and Outlook are in ruins, and not too many aircraft are making their way in to hit the GothReich and Baael ships. It looks like the Imperium forces will make it onto the Kassval lowlands and southern Valderel Mountains."

Perau sighed. "Is the attack in the Barrow going as planned?"

"Yes, sir. It will commence in one hour."

Perau grinned. Several hours after Emperor Titus had ordered the centralization and concentration of forces, Perau himself ordered almost 2 and a half million Comatic troops to lead an assault on all provinces held by the Imperium. And if that assault failed, then another one would be launched. Such was Perau's plan until the enemy had lost so many troops that they had to surrender. It might cost many Comatic lives, but that was a chance that had to be taken. He hated the idea that the Imperium was benefitting from the land owned by Comatica for decades, which Comatica had fought for in bitter struggles, and earned through vigilance. This was how they were going to be taken back.

"Good, good...uh...General, you're dismissed to your division."

Er...one more thing, sir," Celusatus asked. "What do you think are the Comatic military casualties so far?"

Perau was silent for a few moments. "Oh...I don't know. Probably on the side of 225,000. Maybe over 100 ships lost. And I have an official figure from the IAF as of half an hour ago." He pulled out a slip of paper from his pocket. "542 aircraft destroyed, 177 damaged."

As Perau refolded the paper and dug it back into his pockets, Celusatus sighed. "Well, sir, at least we're gving them as much hell as humanly possible."

Perau nodded sightly. "Yeah, they can't say we didn't give those inhuman bastards a fight."

ooc: don't worry...we got it covered. Been talking to Xeraph, and have a trick up our sleeves....

It was decided. Even though the Imperium armies were not quite up to strength, the invasion of the Mainland would commence. The battleships and destroyers had ceased their bombardment of Aredeth and the coastal cities, and the LCs were delivering the Axis troops. All of the Axis nations were represented: the Legions, the Katanas, Vhammpyr, Baael, Vision, and GothReich, 3.45 million strong. They had hoped to have a portion of the vampire troops in the Camel Desert available, but they would not get there in time.

The fighting was fierce, to say the least. Massive tank battles were raging, and in the skies above the Mainland, dogfights were vying for air superiority. The outskirts of Aredeth were in ruins, and pockets of Axis forward units were assaulting the very gates of the Government Center. In just a matter of minutes, the fight for the very soul of Comatica would commence.


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Vhammpyrian general Azulun was ecstatic. His plan was working, and his twisted mind was continually going over his coronation in the new Vhammpyrian Empire.

" Praetorian, begin Phase One of Operation Desolation. Fire the tactical nuclear missiles into the heart of Aredeth."

Azulun didn't care at all that his men and those of the Imperium were there. He was ridding the only barrier to his dream of Empire......the humans.....all of them. He was going to be the one who restored the rule of vampires to the whole earth....even if he had to kill every last human to do it......

" Alaric, the vampires have invaded the Mainland. Azulun has launched his nukes."

The Emperor grunted. " Good, now, lock onto the magnetic signal of the missiles and re-coordinate them. Send 'em right back where they came from."

The Vhammpyrian commanders watched in horror as the radar screen showed the missiles slowing and turning around, heading right back to the Imperium forces. Of the 337 missiles launched, 60 veered off towards the Camel Desert, the rest finding their way to key positions of the Axis assault centers. In just a few minutes, as the nukes found their marks, over 70% of the Black and Grey Imperium forces ceased to exist, disappearing in a mushroom cloud of atomic fury. Xeraphian air, sea, and land forces began pouring into the Comatican territories by the millions, hitting any survivors from the rear. In less than an hour, the navies of Baael and GothReich wre gone, sunk to the bottom of the Barrows Sea. The 27 million Vhammpyrian Warriors, those who weren't vaporised, were thrown into severe disorganisation, and the counter-attack by Comatican and other Allied forces slammed into them with a vengeance. They had played right into the hands of the Xeraphian counter-ploy.


ooc: OK, Allies, do your thing. We can continue with some isolated firefights, etc. I'm going to add a couple of more little twists bfore we wrap this up.

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Just as the missiles were hitting AXIS positions in Comatica, Alaric ordered 350,000 Armored Troopers into the nations of Baael and GothReich, just 350 miles from the southern Xeraphian border. There wasn't much resistence, as most of the Baeel and GothReich forces were either dead in the Camel Desert of Comatica, or resting on the bottom of the Barrows Sea.

Xeraphian and Grey Phoenix military commanders assaulted and occupied the capitols of the two nations, immediately executing their leaders. The region of Yob Haggoth now had only one nation hostile to Xeraph, that nation being Pharex. The other nation of Yob Haggoth, Vhammpyr, was all but destroyed. It would burn for weeks.
Pharex had wisely refrained from joining it's errant neighbors in attacking Comatica.

Alaric was pleased. He had almost single-handedly ended the Comatican war, while simultaneously gaining new territory. But there was till the war raging in Norse Country, and he was most anxious to find out if his kin had been captured in Ladinah...........

OOC: Wha...its..over? Just like that? Um...wow.

OOC: Wha...its..over? Just like that? Um...wow.


ooc: not exactly....although 70% of the Imperium forces were knocked off, that still leaves a shitload of bad guys. we can play this out a while longer. driving out the remaining Axis armies. individual scenarios, etc. Comatica and Xeraph could possibly form a new mega-alliance with a few other 2-billion and up nations. other possibilities?

Yeah, kinda quick ending...TG me if there are any plans you'd like to involve me in.
Comatica and Xeraph could possibly form a new mega-alliance with a few other 2-billion and up nations
I'm 1.98 billion today.:rolleyes: :D

OOC: Well, it just seemed weird how fast that happened. I'm tempted by the mention of a mega-alliance, though. :p

IC: Perau was going thruogh reports. Mountains of reports. This was how he spent the war: dragging through sleepless nights while watching forces positions.

"Sir, I've got the new reports for you," said Commander Vulsim, striding into Perau's office beneath Aredeth.

The Senatorat sighed. "Put 'em anywhere," he said, not looking up from his work.

"I should tell you, sir. Almost three-quarters of the Imperium forces have been obliterated."

"That's nice, Commander," Perau said idly, still writing up his order documents.

For several moments, the only sound in the room was the passive drone of Perau's iMac and the scratching of his pen.

Then it stopped.

"Could you say that again, Commander?"

"Yes sir. 70% of the Imperium's forces are destroyed."

There was another uncomfortable pause.

"Would you mind telling me how?"

Vulsim cleared his throat. "Well, despite the Imperium forces overrunning Aredeth, those idiot bastards in Vhammpyr launched close to 350 nukes right at Aredeth about 20 minutes ago."

Perau stood up in a fury, knocking over his chair. Before he could contain himself, he fired a string of curses at Vulsim.

"And when in God's fucking name was I gonna be told about this? I'm leading the goddamn Comatic forces, I think I'm entitled to some goddamn information on what's being fucking launched at the fucking city where I am fucking sitting beneath!"

"Sir! Sir! Relax! Xeraph had them redirected before we even spotted them! Right at Imperium positions, sir. That's how millions of Imperium soldiers are dead now."

Perau, breathing heavily, pulled his chair back into position and sat back down.

"Well, I guess I owe Alaric a drink, then.

*******

Orderin Palix crouched low behind a blown out MBT. He was soon joined by three other Comatic soldiers.

"Orderin, that machine gun's ripping through us. Platoon's not coming to help us any time soon; they got their own shit to deal with. Word is they got a Legion tank that's causing 'em trouble."

Palix coughed. Repititious pings could be heard from the impact of the machine gun rounds on the opposite side of the tank. "Well, we gotta get this sector open one way or another. That murder hole would have a field day if a unit of 300 comes though here. What are they--Katanas or Legions? And if you tell me it's Vhammpyr I'm gonna rip you're freaking face off."

"What difference does it make, sir, if it's Katanas or Legions?"

"'Cause the two act in different ways. They're from separate nations. Different training."


The Pfc raised his head slightly over the top of the tank to view the color of the uniforms.

"Legions, sir," he said, returning to cover.

"Alright. Where's Private Frosum?"

"Dead, sir. 'Bout 45 minutes ago."

"Damn it," swore Palix, loading his SMG. "Well, you guys know any more snipers?"

"Uhh....Nerum's a sniper. Last I saw he was two streets over."

"Right," replied Palix, taking out a pen and paper from inside his army jacket. He jotted down an order for Nerum to report to him. "Take this to him," he said, handing it to the corporal who knew him. "We'll give you some cover."

The other two men with Palix prepared to fire. The corporal was primed to run.

"Okay...now!"

The corporal sprinted from the cover of the tank, liberated from his gear, while Palix and the other two troops fired on the machine gun nest. Before long, the corporal had disappeared from the gunners' sights.

Several minutes later, the corporal returned, a lanky 22 year-old tailing him closely.

Once behind the tank, Nerum pulled out his C-4h Sirenshot, the best sniper rifle in the Comatic military. He loaded it, and slowly set his sights on the now silent machine gun.

"Now, Nerum," said Palix. "There's gonna be more that one Legions up there. You take out the one operating the gun, and the rest of us'll take off. We'll give you some cover after we get to a safe location."

Nerum nodded.

The sniper waited patiently for the ideal shot. At length, he pulled the trigger, sending a round tearing neatly through the Legions soldier's forehead 60 yards away. "Go," he said simply.

The four men sprinted forward, tearing diagonally to the other side of the road. They made it to about 20 yards from the two story window before they began firing again.

The soldiers were hidden in the shelter of the small front porch of a Comatic rowhouse, a common sight in the inner cities of Comatica.

"Covering fire!" shouted Palix, spraying bullets toward the machine gun nest.

The covering fire did not save Nerum, though. About ten yards from Palix and the other men, he was shot through his midsection, pulling his feet out from under him and dousing the air with droplets of blood.

Nerum choked for a few seconds, his hands twitching, but then fell silent. A stream of crimson blood flowed to the channels on the side of the city road and spilled into the sewer. Palix was silent for a moment.

"Alright men. We'll make a run for it. Shoot as you go, until we get to the door. Pfc, you got any C2 charges?"

"Yeah, sir. Only one stick'll blow the lock."

"Good. Get ready, men...go now!"

White streaks flashed by the soldiers as they ran, indicating the bullets as they flew at them. Palix fired his SMG in short bursts, remembering his training. The first shot of an SMG is always the most accurate. He followed this memory until he got to the door, sheltered once again from the machine gun directly above him.

He looked back. Another body lay bleeding on the street, with an arm torn off and several bullets through the torso.

"Orderin! I got the lock wired to blow. Stand back, sir."

He moved from his position several feet. The charge blew, blowing a considerable hole in the heavy door to the building. He kicked it in, and jumped in, checking his surroundings like a hawk. He silently descended the stairs, the surviving two men behind him. The stairwell turned sharply to face the room above the entrance, and led to a flimsy wooden door. He pressed his ear against it. The Legions soldiers inside were rapidly speaking in an unfamiliar language; most likely english. Palix only knew several words in english, and he distinctly heard the words 'Comatic', 'door', and 'gun.'

Palix crouched low to the ground, pulling down the corporal with his left hand and readying his gun with his right. A split second later, several bullets burst through the door, punching a hole through the Pfc's chest, who was out of Palix's reach.

As the Pfc tumbled down the stairs, Palix grabbed his gun with both hands, kicked in the door, and shot down two enemy soldiers. Another Legions man fell to the floor, bleeding profusely from his stomach after a shot from the corporal. Another enemy, this time a Katanas, appeared in the doorway to an adjacent room, and was shot several times through the head.

The corporal went to check the other room. Palix heard a gunshot, and a reassuring "Got him, Orderin."

Palix bent down and inspected the body of the Legions soldier Nerum had killed earlier. In his pocket was a pack of cigars. Palix pulled them out and lit one up, handing another to the corporal.

"Thanks for the smoke," said Palix, addressing the dead soldier from which he had taken the cigars. "I owe you a drink."

OOC: Been a long time since I've had a narrative soldier roleplay like this, so I kinda went to town on this. Sorry if you don't like this stuff. >_>

OOC: Well, it just seemed weird how fast that happened. I'm tempted by the mention of a mega-alliance, though. :p

IC: Perau was going thruogh reports. Mountains of reports. This was how he spent the war: dragging through sleepless nights while watching forces positions.

"Sir, I've got the new reports for you," said Commander Vulsim, striding into Perau's office beneath Aredeth.

The Senatorat sighed. "Put 'em anywhere," he said, not looking up from his work.

"I should tell you, sir. Almost three-quarters of the Imperium forces have been obliterated."

"That's nice, Commander," Perau said idly, still writing up his order documents.

For several moments, the only sound in the room was the passive drone of Perau's iMac and the scratching of his pen.

Then it stopped.

"Could you say that again, Commander?"

"Yes sir. 70% of the Imperium's forces are destroyed."

There was another uncomfortable pause.

"Would you mind telling me how?"

Vulsim cleared his throat. "Well, despite the Imperium forces overrunning Aredeth, those idiot bastards in Vhammpyr launched close to 350 nukes right at Aredeth about 20 minutes ago."

Perau stood up in a fury, knocking over his chair. Before he could contain himself, he fired a string of curses at Vulsim.

"And when in God's fucking name was I gonna be told about this? I'm leading the goddamn Comatic forces, I think I'm entitled to some goddamn information on what's being fucking launched at the fucking city where I am fucking sitting beneath!"

"Sir! Sir! Relax! Xeraph had them redirected before we even spotted them! Right at Imperium positions, sir. That's how millions of Imperium soldiers are dead now."

Perau, breathing heavily, pulled his chair back into position and sat back down.

"Well, I guess I owe Alaric a drink, then.

*******

Orderin Palix crouched low behind a blown out MBT. He was soon joined by three other Comatic soldiers.

"Orderin, that machine gun's ripping through us. Platoon's not coming to help us any time soon; they got their own shit to deal with. Word is they got a Legion tank that's causing 'em trouble."

Palix coughed. Repititious pings could be heard from the impact of the machine gun rounds on the opposite side of the tank. "Well, we gotta get this sector open one way or another. That murder hole would have a field day if a unit of 300 comes though here. What are they--Katanas or Legions? And if you tell me it's Vhammpyr I'm gonna rip you're freaking face off."

"What difference does it make, sir, if it's Katanas or Legions?"

"'Cause the two act in different ways. They're from separate nations. Different training."


The Pfc raised his head slightly over the top of the tank to view the color of the uniforms.

"Legions, sir," he said, returning to cover.

"Alright. Where's Private Frosum?"

"Dead, sir. 'Bout 45 minutes ago."

"Damn it," swore Palix, loading his SMG. "Well, you guys know any more snipers?"

"Uhh....Nerum's a sniper. Last I saw he was two streets over."

"Right," replied Palix, taking out a pen and paper from inside his army jacket. He jotted down an order for Nerum to report to him. "Take this to him," he said, handing it to the corporal who knew him. "We'll give you some cover."

The other two men with Palix prepared to fire. The corporal was primed to run.

"Okay...now!"

The corporal sprinted from the cover of the tank, liberated from his gear, while Palix and the other two troops fired on the machine gun nest. Before long, the corporal had disappeared from the gunners' sights.

Several minutes later, the corporal returned, a lanky 22 year-old tailing him closely.

Once behind the tank, Nerum pulled out his C-4h Sirenshot, the best sniper rifle in the Comatic military. He loaded it, and slowly set his sights on the now silent machine gun.

"Now, Nerum," said Palix. "There's gonna be more that one Legions up there. You take out the one operating the gun, and the rest of us'll take off. We'll give you some cover after we get to a safe location."

Nerum nodded.

The sniper waited patiently for the ideal shot. At length, he pulled the trigger, sending a round tearing neatly through the Legions soldier's forehead 60 yards away. "Go," he said simply.

The four men sprinted forward, tearing diagonally to the other side of the road. They made it to about 20 yards from the two story window before they began firing again.

The soldiers were hidden in the shelter of the small front porch of a Comatic rowhouse, a common sight in the inner cities of Comatica.

"Covering fire!" shouted Palix, spraying bullets toward the machine gun nest.

The covering fire did not save Nerum, though. About ten yards from Palix and the other men, he was shot through his midsection, pulling his feet out from under him and dousing the air with droplets of blood.

Nerum choked for a few seconds, his hands twitching, but then fell silent. A stream of crimson blood flowed to the channels on the side of the city road and spilled into the sewer. Palix was silent for a moment.

"Alright men. We'll make a run for it. Shoot as you go, until we get to the door. Pfc, you got any C2 charges?"

"Yeah, sir. Only one stick'll blow the lock."

"Good. Get ready, men...go now!"

White streaks flashed by the soldiers as they ran, indicating the bullets as they flew at them. Palix fired his SMG in short bursts, remembering his training. The first shot of an SMG is always the most accurate. He followed this memory until he got to the door, sheltered once again from the machine gun directly above him.

He looked back. Another body lay bleeding on the street, with an arm torn off and several bullets through the torso.

"Orderin! I got the lock wired to blow. Stand back, sir."

He moved from his position several feet. The charge blew, blowing a considerable hole in the heavy door to the building. He kicked it in, and jumped in, checking his surroundings like a hawk. He silently descended the stairs, the surviving two men behind him. The stairwell turned sharply to face the room above the entrance, and led to a flimsy wooden door. He pressed his ear against it. The Legions soldiers inside were rapidly speaking in an unfamiliar language; most likely english. Palix only knew several words in english, and he distinctly heard the words 'Comatic', 'door', and 'gun.'

Palix crouched low to the ground, pulling down the corporal with his left hand and readying his gun with his right. A split second later, several bullets burst through the door, punching a hole through the Pfc's chest, who was out of Palix's reach.

As the Pfc tumbled down the stairs, Palix grabbed his gun with both hands, kicked in the door, and shot down two enemy soldiers. Another Legions man fell to the floor, bleeding profusely from his stomach after a shot from the corporal. Another enemy, this time a Katanas, appeared in the doorway to an adjacent room, and was shot several times through the head.

The corporal went to check the other room. Palix heard a gunshot, and a reassuring "Got him, Orderin."

Palix bent down and inspected the body of the Legions soldier Nerum had killed earlier. In his pocket was a pack of cigars. Palix pulled them out and lit one up, handing another to the corporal.

"Thanks for the smoke," said Palix, addressing the dead soldier from which he had taken the cigars. "I owe you a drink."

OOC: Been a long time since I've had a narrative soldier roleplay like this, so I kinda went to town on this. Sorry if you don't like this stuff. >_>

ooc: on the contrary, it's really good.....

ooc: on the contrary, it's really good.....

Thanks, Xeraph. :p Just to clarify, though, by "went to town," I meant "went crazy," "went all out,"...or "Made a really long post." I wouldn't want to seem underconfident. >_>

Tollum Ceras treaded carefully through the debris. His unit, a composite of several platoons from seperate divisions, was made up of close to 400 men; all battle-hardened and anxious to kill.

"Tollum, how many prisoners have we sent back to divisional?" asked Togas Merius, stroking his powerful A-23. This gun was a 23 mm flak gun, in basic terms, formatted to be carried by a soldier as a regular hand weapon. The rounds were delicately coated with TDI; a single shot from this gun yielded an explosion the size of a 60 mm mortar shell. These were mainly used in combat with the vampires, but were sometimes used to shell enemy positions.

Ceras cleared his throat. "I'd say about 95 to 115, Merius. We're not even near downtown Nevultala, where the major swarms of Imperium men are."

Ceras thoughtfully steered his eyesight around his surroundings. He took in all of the devastation in the bombed out shell of a city. Every house, half-destroyed or fully intact, was checked and raided for supplies. If the enemies inside fought, they would be killed. If they surrendered, they were sent back to divisional HQ outside the city of Nevultala. The less extra unarmed people the unit was carrying along, the better. All vampires were to be killed, whether they fought or surrendered. It would be too dangerous to keep them as prisoners.

A line of fully intact rowhouses loomed up from the distance. "Alright, stop here," Ceras called to his men. They all halted and hid themselves quietly behind piles of rubble. "From the looks of it, this is just an initioal softening point, rather than a halting point. The Imperium guys holed up here are just to thin the ranks of any Allied force that heads through here. The real threat..." he pointed in a way that was indiscernable to any Imperium men that may have been watching..."is up there, on that hill beyond the rowhouses." He was indicating a small slope, about 250 yards beyond the rowhouses. "The frontline men told me about this place. This is the only clear road that can support a major military convoy. As a result, the Imperium has this sealed up nice and tight. On that hill, I'd say is a concrete and steel bunker, with some major flak support and artillery. Probably a couple howitzers, and a shitload of mortars. We're gonna take it out.

*******

Hidden neatly from any Imperium soldiers in the rowhouses, the force prepared to assault the houses, and then the bunker.

"Togas Merius. You think you could take out those mounted flak guns with your 23 mm?"

Merius was loading his gun when he replied. "Sure thing, sir. I got one question, though. Why can't we just call an airstrike on the damn thing?"

"Because the bombers are all busy on other campaigns in the city. Warehouses, ammo depots, the whole deal. I've told Oeraius to alert me when a bomber squadron becomes available."

Merius nodded, and deftly aimed his 23 mm. The sights were set on the first mounted 20 mm in a window, the closest threat. He fired, setting off the blast that would alert the Imperium soldiers of their presence.

OOC: I don't know if one of the axis guys wants to do one of these back-and-forth narrative RPs with this bunker raid. If not, I'll just, do...something to amuse myself. :p

Xeraph: Your idea is interesting. How about you, me and Comatica start an alliance to prevent future wars and counterbalancing racist/aggresive imperialist nations? I believe we are the only < 2 billion allies.

OOC: *Looks around sinisterly.*

Yes, an alliance is always fun. I'm up for it.

If Xeraph approves too, I'll start a thread.

OOC: Hey you three, sorry to post here and bug you guys but since I don't want to send you all the same TG, this might be the place. Currently, The Eastists, an alliance coalition created by myself, Verstummelung, and Philanchez, are all drastically imperialist and racist, since we are the second "evils" of this NSWW.

I as hoping that some events in NSWW I would cause an NSWW II, and maybe your group is up to it? After the fall of the Grey and Black, and two victorious sides remain idle from their goals, they start to butt heads.

OOC: Hey you three, sorry to post here and bug you guys but since I don't want to send you all the same TG, this might be the place. Currently, The Eastists, an alliance coalition created by myself, Verstummelung, and Philanchez, are all drastically imperialist and racist, since we are the second "evils" of this NSWW.

I as hoping that some events in NSWW I would cause an NSWW II, and maybe your group is up to it? After the fall of the Grey and Black, and two victorious sides remain idle from their goals, they start to butt heads.
Intruiging...we've had a scuffle before haven't we? Or am I off...

OOC: Hey you three, sorry to post here and bug you guys but since I don't want to send you all the same TG, this might be the place. Currently, The Eastists, an alliance coalition created by myself, Verstummelung, and Philanchez, are all drastically imperialist and racist, since we are the second "evils" of this NSWW.

I as hoping that some events in NSWW I would cause an NSWW II, and maybe your group is up to it? After the fall of the Grey and Black, and two victorious sides remain idle from their goals, they start to butt heads.

I like it. It's more naturally occuring than the Black & Grey NSWW, and it might expand the war more, seeing as we could bring in allies that didn't sign up in a thread. And the very high tension already occuring between Comatica and the Truitt-Verstummelung alliance could serve as a tightly wound springboard. Perhaps there could be a Cold war-esque arms race leading up to the initial outbreak of NSWW II?

Comatica faced hard times ahead. The rebuilding efforts would take years. Power plants had to be reconstructed. Bodies had to be returned to the families of the soldier. The entire cities of Kassa Nova, Nuaram, and Cosem Aredeth were in the aftermath of a structural obliteration. All in sll, it was estimated that 277,000 military personel had been killed in action. Another 34,000 were missing in the wilderness of Ladinah or somewhere on North Comatic Island; it was not known where any of these men were, or whether they were dead or alive.

111 naval vessels were either damaged or sunk, most of which in Narien waters. 605 aircraft had been shot down, taking almost all of their pilots' lives.

The greatest toll, however, was the civilian deaths. 1.05 million people had died in the nuclear strike on Nuaram, and the other 3.5 million who lived in the city homeless. Vhammpyr's bloody slaughter of Comatic citizens for information had killed about 530,000, mostly on Secruteus.

The war was not over, though. A large expedition had been launched in the shambles of Nevultala, attempting to locate the generals leading the Black & Grey forces. Azulun (OOC: he's the vampire, right?) was to be executed by firing squad. Emperor Titus knew that the Comatic forces in Ladinah and Secruteus would get the most satisfaction out of blowing Azlulun to pieces, so a squad of 6 men, 3 from Secruteus, the other 3 from Ladinah, would shoot at Azulun with 15 mm cannons until he was dead in a bloody heap.

Astran and Ghengiz, however, would be returned to Xeraph, where Emperor Alaric could have his way with them. Titus wondered gleefully about what Alaric had in store for them.

After several weeks of military organization and recouping, Comatica was to begin an assault on Imperium soil. Titus wanted a bit of their land to call his own...

OOC: I will take you up on that offer. Shall we continue the transfer of your surrendered naval ships? The following things I will do to the vessels and your sailors may be a good reason to spark off the Cold War.

OOC: I will take you up on that offer. Shall we continue the transfer of your surrendered naval ships? The following things I will do to the vessels and your sailors may be a good reason to spark off the Cold War.

Sure. Comatica's very particular about it's military forces, and would probably threaten war. We have a dilusion that Comatic forces are indestructable, and the Imperium sorta brought us down a peg. But after we defeated the huge Imperium force, Comatica's confidence skyrockets again, and we feel that we could take on anybody.

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ooc: hey guys, sorry about the lack of posts. had to go to Texas. will catch up over next couple of days.

ooc: hey guys, sorry about the lack of posts. had to go to Texas. will catch up over next couple of days.

OOC: No problem. If I had gone to Texas, I wouldn't have posted alot, either. ;)

The Emperor read the reports of the devastation produced by the Black & Grey war against Comatica, Sushi, NYC, Haraki, and Fourhearts. Not to mention the Xeraphian Empire itself.

So many people affected....a tragedy of monumental proportions. Millions dead, hundreds of cities in ruins, and the lasting effects of bio/nuclear fallout.

Alaric still had a hard time believing that his kin could stoop to this. Astran and Ghengiz had a lot to answer for.

He was sitting in the War Room, surrounded by his loyal nobles: Sethanis of Black Shadows, Ricala of Auralinia, Vlad of The Grey Phoenix. Gen. Strickland was there, as was Abbot Merton of the White-Robed Monks and the new ruler of Vhammpyr, Lord Teii.

After the destruction of Vhammpyr by Xeraphian and Comatican fire-bombings, Alaric had called upon his old friend, Teii, to take control of the vampire-nation. Teii was actually a priest of the Old Religion of Vhammpyr, and was very old. How old was not actually known, but he was well over 1200 years old.

A newcomer was here, also. His name was Vyossae, a grand-nephew of Ghengiz, he who had turned against the Emperor and the Empire. With Ghengiz's whereabouts still unknown, Alaric had named Vyossae Lord of The Black Katanas.

The Imperium nations of Baael and GothReich were no more. Alaric's forces had attacked and overwhelmed the remaining armies of those nations, and had added those lands to his Empire. Those nations now formed the southern boundaries of the Empire. The region they were in, Yob Haggoth, had had just one nation remaining, that being the Kingdom of Pharex. Alaric had allowed that nation to keep it's borders intact after demanding and receiving it's leader's oath of fealty to him.

Dark Visions was another matter. Located far away in the Typhon Expanse, Constellation Tau Ceti, Alaric needed someone to rule it for him. The spineless lord of Dark Visions, Lord Dzillyi, had escaped from the planet NeoGaia. Alaric had decided to name King Ricala of Auralinia the ruler of Dark Visions. Ricala was the Lord Director of the Xeraphian Space League, and so was a natural choice to take the helm of the rebellious country.

Sooner or later he would find Ghengiz, of that he was certain. Duke Avan Astran of The Grey Legions was, however, a peculiar problem.

The Grey Legions had moved in it's entirety to the region called The Empire of Eternity, which was actually a region formed by Automagfreek. Alaric was sure that Astran had headed there when the shit started hitting the fan over in Comatican. Over 80% of the Legion forces had been obliterated, and what was left wouldn't pose a problem for anyone for quite a while. But Alaric had no beef with AMF........and he wanted to keep it that way. He'd bide his time. Sooner or later the Duke was bound to slip up. In the meantime, he had ordered all remaining territories claimed by the Legions within the Empire turned over to the Empire.

Now he had one more thing to do. " Captain, we're going to take a trip. Have all appropriate commanders notified that I'm going to lead a Task Force to Comatica for a meeting with them and any Allied nation that wants to be there. I think Aredeth would be appropriate, if that's OK with Comatica. I'll be arriving via my Flagship CBG. I think three more CBGs will provide the necessary effect. Make them the WarHammers."

"Aye, sir. Anything else?"

Alaric lowered his voice to a growl. " Find Ghengiz and Azulun. I want them there when I get there.............."

Emperor Titus was finishing his lunch with his cabinet, discussing the plans for the forces still in the Barrow Sea.

"We can't keep all of our forces enlisted. The drafted men and women were told that once the threat was down, they would be sent home. Now, about 400,000 were discharged, but there's still about 6 million draftees that are awaiting their paperwork."

Titus nodded. "I've tried to get things in order. I've been talking with the draft board alot this week, and they say that by March 1st, about 3 million troops will be going home."

Defense Minister Tiro Santaelium interjected. "Those weren't surefire odds when the Sumixian War ended. We drafted about 15,000 soldiers, and only 2,000 actually got home when the board said they would."

"The former inefficiencies have been extinguished," said Special Forces Minister Lucilius Veldaem. "This was a far larger ordeal, and I'll be damned if the board doesn't try it's hardest to clear things up and get these men and women home."

Titus scanned his Mail application on his Macbook. He received about 175 emails a day, and he spent a good chunk of his time each day reading them. One stood out, though. An email from his secretary, to whom he rarely spoke, bore the subject line "Xeraph wants to meet."

Interested, Titus clicked on the link. It read:


Sir--

Emperor Alaric of Xeraph requests a meeting for all Allies involved in the Imperium World War in Aredeth. Alaric says he's taking a flagship over to Comatica, with a small task force. Would you like me to send a reply confirming this?

Titus typed up a quick reply as the ministers continued their discussion on the draft.


I'd appreciate it, Valeria. Let them know that any political or militial guests are welcome. Also, their ships will be allowed clearance to be docked at Aredeth Naval Base, or, if they choose to fly, they will be granted a landing strip at my private Celmaetus Field. I'll arrange transportation to the Imperial Palace later.

One more thing. Send an email to Senatorat Loru on the CES Beconius alerting him of this. Make sure that he understands that the ships or planes must be protected under any circumstance. There are still Imperium forces out there. While you're at it, alert him that I order him to get rid of all Imperium forces altogether. Capture would be ideal.

-Titus

The Imperial Task Force was impressive, even by Xeraphian standards.

The Emperor's Flagship CBG consisted of twenty-eight naval vessals, seven of them of the state-of-the-art Aon class warships. Alaric's flagship, the HXMS "Tanith", was 1422 feet long, and carried 125 Rattlesnake fighters and 6 BlackHawk HCGSs. The 1,422 sailors kept it in top condition.

The EFCBG also included 2 Aon class Heavy Battleships, 2 Aon class Heavy Destroyers, 2 Aon class Heavy Battle Cruisers, 1 Interceptor class HCGS Carrier, and 20 Interceptor class Fast Escort Cruisers. The Aon class ships were named after the Empire's closest and most loyal allies: Crossman, Valtane, ViZion, Jarridia, Queen Rachel, Twist, and Credonia.

Accompanying the Emperor's CBG were three more CBGs, the most decorated veterans of the Royal Xeraphian Fleet: the 161st CBG, the 12th CBG, and the 78th CBG, collectively known as the "Deciding Factor". So named due to their role as the deciding factor in all of the engagements they'd been assigned to.

All told, 110 warships headed towards Comatica. The carriers held a total of over 800 fighter jets and 100 HCGSs. They were aware that there were still a few Black & Greys out there, but there was no worry. The Imperium was all but finished.

The Emperor had ordered two of the WarHammer Battle Groups to bring up the rear of the Task Force. This added 76 more ships and about 600 more fighters to the grand total. Anyone attacking this bunch were asking to have their asses removed.

Alaric had it in mind to suggest a Grand Alliance of Nations whose population was at a minimum of two billion. This was one of the two topics he was going to bring up. The other was Ghengiz, Astran, and Azulun. General Strickland had Azulun just about cornered in Secruteus. They were doing house-to-house searches for the Vhammpyrian general. It wasn't too difficult to track him, because wherever he went, bloody, mangled bodies were left behind. If.....when.....they caught him, he was to be turned over to the Comatican authorities for punishment.
Ghengiz was known to be somewhere in the Camel Desert. Comatican and Xeraphian recon units were still searching for him.
The traitor Astran had hightailed it back to the Dominion's territory. He would be safe for a time, but Alaric had plans for him.....

In two days the Fleet would be anchored off the coast of The Mainland. Alaric was preparing to set forth a proposal that could have far reaching implications in years to come. He was looking forward to the formation of a mega-alliance..................

OOC: Should we make a seperate thread for the actual summit, or should we just keep it here?

OOC: Should we make a seperate thread for the actual summit, or should we just keep it here?

ooc: I think if NYC and all the others are definately going to post, then we can make it seperate. I've contacted a few nations that are 2 billion and up to see if theyr'e interested in the mega alliance. Maybe give it to tomorrow...

Comatica...check TG

ooc: I think if NYC and all the others are definately going to post, then we can make it seperate. I've contacted a few nations that are 2 billion and up to see if theyr'e interested in the mega alliance. Maybe give it to tomorrow...

OOC: Alright, then.

I'm interested, so put up a new thread I guess.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=10425653#post10425653

Go nuts. :P