NationStates Jolt Archive

The ships of Anti-Piracy Task Force 1 slowly wound their way around the nation a hundred miles off shore, almost boa-like in the way it constricted the space around Antanjyl. Any aircraft that were coming or going from Antanjyl were instructed to either turn around and/or land in Antanjyl. Ships approaching the blockade line were turned away with a message informing them that no sea traffic to or from Antanjyl would be allowed, always with the implied threat of enforcement hovering in the background.

Finally, a message went out over every open radio frequency, "This is Fleet Admiral Xavier DeSoto, commanding Anti-Piracy Task Force 1. I call upon the ring leaders of the Slave Market to surrender themselves and any government officials in collusion with those private individuals to do likewise. Those individuals who run the slave trade have twenty-four hours to signal their intention to surrender. That is all. Admiral DeSoto, out."

Antalia Castle, 0500 Hours

Emperor Galf had been waiting for this moment, for his foolish adversary to show itself along Antanjyl's border and seize a ship belonging to his government or even one of his allies. However, in an attempt to better show what he thought of the blockade, the Emperor would send forth a small military surveillance plane over their little fleet. He would le them shoot it down, as doing so will be the first of a series of vicious acts taking place off the shores of Antanjyl...

"Is the pilot ready?" The Emperor said solemnly as he bit into a large piece of bloody flesh, as a small trickle or two slid down his claw-like hands. The young boy who served as his messager was sitting at the other side of the room, partaking of a meal of foggy stew, "I can't wait for their response... Will they shoot down our civilian aircraft and prove that they do intend to starve our nation, which can only end in war with Antanjyl or her allies... Or will they back down with their tail between their legs?"

"Your plan is flawless Emperor." The child said as he brought a spoon full of broth to his mouth, an admiring look on his eyes. Out of all the children in Antanjyl, it was his job to deliver the Emperor's messages and defend him. Sure, the Emperor would strike him every so often when he became enraged, but that was the foreigners fault... "None can stand against Antanjyl with you at her head."

"Ah! What a smart child! Someday you will make a loyal general for our military. I remember when Albeleo and Gares were your age. They too were prone to saying such things. Ah well. Send forth the message Percival."

"Yes my Emperor!" Percival said with enthusiasm before rushing out of the room.

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Private Airport, Muahna; 0545 Hours

The Airport was vacant, since most of Antanjyl's expensive equipment was moved below ground in case of the upcoming war around Muahna. Being one of the two cities closest to the coast, the other being Kinshash, Antanjyl's sole port, the people were becoming extremely wary as of late. It was still dark, so precariously close to the arctic circle, when the pilot stepped out of one of the hangars, followed by a group of soldiers.

"This shall be a piece of cake... Whether I live or die, I serve the Emperor..." The young woman said with a smile as she looked at the civilian aircraft in front of her. Her long black hair was tied back in a ponytail, and the group of soldiers surrounding her quickly saluted as she made way for the plane doors, "Remember to deliver that message to the Emperor for me in case I don't come back!"

"Of course! May the Gods look over your aircraft on this flight! May our enemies suffer!" One of the soldiers shouted back, followed by a short stint of cheering.

As the plane slowly took off, headed for the armada, it was only a matter of time before the act of war would either be called, or Scandavian States decide to fall back and leave. Either way Antanjyl would surely be victorious...

[Repost, giving you ammo to fight with]

GCSS Adapter a merchant vessel carrying 42 slave gladiators for use as armed thugs by the Leafanistani Mafia, is returning from dropping off its cargo of more slaves and picking up a few locally manufactured televisions. It is a standard cargo ship with the exception of a front and rear mounted 55 mm Cannon. (OOC: keep forgetting to mention, by law these are hidden and are not to be deployed until they are fired upon.)

OOC: My ship is rather suspicious an old freighter with a false registry in Saharistan, and its ID number references a ship scrapped in a Frozopian harbour a year ago. With deep enough digging it'll register as a Leafanistani freigther that disappeared via 'pirate actions' off the coast of Nyugen, Leafanistan 5 years ago.

[Scan. Blockade]

[GCSS Adapter]

"Sir, message, saying slave traders should surrender."

The captain, a Mafia capo smacked the radio operator, and continued smoking.

"We are a television vessel, and the gladiators will fight for us, we can call them our crew, our not friendly looking crew. Sailors who fight each other for fun, just like normal, not the kind of guys you bring home to momma guys. Don't worry, just keep sailing, we'll be safe and sound in Leafanistani Wasser waters in 7 days to unload our boys."

To:Emperor Galf
From Raven corps

I see you have a problem on you hands. We may be able to help. As a slave state of Kraven you are an alliy of mine. But Kraven may have to give premission before we can do so....

colderon Zion CEO of Raven corps

OOC: We're not publically a slave state @_@ At least not so far. The government is still in the negotiating phase.

Prince Rothbart was pacing the deck of his command ship.

They needed another job, one that didn't involve vampiric warriors.

Hmmm.... this slave market was indeed interesting. The nation of Antanjyl was being blockaded by the Scandavian States. A blockade runner would be highly useful.

Prince Rothbart pondered for a moment.

He drafted the following message:

To the most esteemed Emperor Galf,

I am Prince Rothbart, Prince of the Mighty Navies of Fourspades. I am offering you my services as a blockade runner and naval raider. My services come with a price, however, with your infinate wisdom I'm sure we can work out a deal.

Regards,

Prince Rothbart

[Partial repeat post]


The HIMS Gladius belonged to the celebrated Morningstar class of DDKN, where its most important attribute was its speed. Due primarily to the shaping of the hull, it was capable of sprints upwards of sixty knots and the nuclear reactor gave it a theoretical range measured in years even at normal top speed. Another important fact was that it was the first class, although no longer the only one, to mount over-the-horizon radar capable of detecting surface targets. Combined, the Gladius was not only able to detect the distant target, it was also able to chase it down, which it did with speed that could be best described as alarming to anybody not used to it.

The Bridge Communications Officer put out the standard hostile challenge, "Unidentified ship, you are approaching an Imperial Navy blockade. Identify yourself and heave to in preparation for boarding. Failure to comply or any resistance will be met with deadly force. This is your only warning."

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One of the handful aloft AWACS aircraft quietly guided the CAP of four interceptors to the lone Antanjyllian aircraft. Nobody quite knew the type, but it was obviously not all that large, so assuming that whatever it was had the potential to be deadly, it was treated as an enemy fighter. At a range of barely a hundred miles, medium range for the interceptors, the "fighter" was challenged, "Unidentified aircraft, you are instructed to return to base immediately. Failure to comply will result in being engaged. No further warnings shall be issued."

"Attention Imperial Blockade, we are a Leafanistani Trade Ship, registered under Leafanistani Saharistan as the GCSS Adapter. Currently we have unloaded our cargo of Jaju and SLR 2000 automobiles and have picked up a load of televisions. We are returning to a port in Leafanistani Wasser. You can check with the Leafanistani Trade Ministry on our ship. We will continue sailing toward your blockade and will stop within 100 nautical miles"

The captain turned toward the systems, he ordered all personnel go to battle stations, AK-109s were removed from the hold, Stingers and RPG-29s will armed and ready. The front and rear guns were loaded and prepared to be raised. The gladiators, slaves, though loyal, were given AK-74s and told to stand ready to fight for the shipment, 3 metric tonnes of televisions. Their indoctrined training from childhood didnt' allow them to argue, they dutifully took their positions. The ship slowed to a snail's pace and finally stopped.

Background: Leafanistanis are suspicious and are allowed by law to carry weapons like these, especially during foreign trade. Expect to have guns around, just not shot at you. The Mafia plays carefully.

"Greetings! This is Grace Alberon aboard the civilian passenger plane The North Wind! I was hired by our Emperor to fly over the blockade to make sure it was legitimate. Any action taken against our ships or aircraft will be considered an act of war, as not allowing these things will only starve the Emperor's people!" The woman was young, and seemed rather enthusiastic as she talked into her communicator, continuing to fly slowly forward, "Since we are all Galf's children, allowing us to starve is unacceptable! As such he must make sure that your tyranical country is serious."

With that, the communicator was shut off and the woman continued flying the plane, sweat trickling down her forehead as she looked at the ice-filled sea below, biting her lower lip. Of course they wouldn't allow her to continue, but being one of Galf's chosen people was enough, as it almost guaranteed that she would live forever in his thoughts.

Encrypted Message to Prince Rothbart

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Hmm... Our nation has heard only good things about your people, and the duties that you have procurred. Depending on what transpires around the enemy blockade, we will be willing to pay quite handsomely for any help starving their fleet from food or supplies. Essentially we would like low-profile attacks on any ships bringing supplies or ammunition to their fleet. However, depending on the price we may even want to allow you to attack them overtly once we are sure that their rediculous display is serious.

Looking forward to your reply,
Emperor Galf

Prince Rothbart smiled. This was a man he could respect.

He quickly drafted a reply:

We can certainly perform the task that you are suggesting. We charge per ship. Our price list is as follows:

Pirate Raid, we keep supplies: 100,000
Pirate Raid, you keep supplies: 500,000
Destoryed Supply Vessel: 250,000
Destoryed Warship: 1 Million

The Price is, of course, up for negotaition until combat operations ensue.

Regards,

Prince Rothbart

Antalia Castle, Command Bunker

The Emperor sat back on the makeshift black iron throne as his messenger brought forth a large goblet of a steaming red liquid. With one lightning fast swipe Galf latched onto the goblet and brought it to his mouth. Finishing in seconds, he placed the goblet back into the messenger's hands and stared at the electronic map in front of him, the main light source for the large room. Most of the staff had already gone underground. Seated around him were numerous generals and advisors, along with their consorts for the long stay below ground.

"Now... I have just received an exceedingly generous proposal by the prince of FourSpades, Prince Rothbart..." Galf stared at everyone, his deep red eyes glancing as if they were cutting through your very soul. Even without the rest of his appearance, Galf's eyes alone were inhumanly frightening, "Here is the pricelist which he requests."

Flicking on a switch, the message quietly began to take the place of the left hand corner of the large map of Antanjyl. Looking over it, the numerous generals and advisors began to mumble to themselves. It seemed like a relatively low price, however it was right in Antanjyl's current price range. After a few minutes of allowing it to sink in, Galf whipped a claw across the message.

"So then I suppose we'll take the request. However, to help our cause a bit more, I would like to ask them for one final price." He couldn't help but smiling a bit, since the Scandavian States were already primarily at his borders. Any attacks to civilian or other tradeships would be relatively less defended...

Everyone already knew what the Emperor was talking about, since it was only natural that after years of living with such a great being that their thought patterns would seep in. With that, Galf quietly sat down and responded to the message with yet another one, this one even more encrypted than the last...

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Encrypted Message to Prince Rothbart

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Those prices are more than adequate. Might we also suggest you take this opportunity to attack Scandavian's other vessels? Merchant and civilian ships? Maintaining anonymity doing this is even more important, as anything which might make us look less than savory to the international community or our allies would be in extreme distaste. However, plundering Scandavian's trade and civilian ships would also help supplement your own income, not to mention thin our the rest of Scandavian's Navy. Everyone wins in that scenario. I'll let you be a bit liberal with the pricing of nonmilitary ships...

However, if attacking such targets does not bode well with you, I am more than willing to simply allow you to only attack military craft. However, the thought simply came to mind and I wanted to know what you thought of it.

Sincerely,
Emperor Galf

Lord Lawrence upon hearing of the increased plight of your nation offers to take in any nobluty or royalty that are forced to flee as guest in the Scandinvan Empire. Emperor Reginald has given consent for Lord Lawrence to also funnel in supplies of muntions, medical supples, and food upon unregistered craft. The only thing Lawrence asks in return is that if discovered by your foe that you do not reveal us as the source of these supples. Do you agree to this?

Signed,
Lord Lawrence of House of the Emperors, Distant Cousin and friend to Emperor Reginald

Encrypted Message to The Scandinvans

As always, any action you take in Antanjyl's benefit will remain completely classified. Most of our royalty will remain underground for the time being, as our enemies are currently blockading our port for some unknown length of time. You may send your supplies whenever you think you can maneuver around them. At that time we will accept them gratiously, from your noble nation.

Signed,
Kaus Debonair

Keeping a wide birth, the tiny Rotovian Battleship cut silently through the water. It's gun's covered and engines running at minimum speed, the RNS Felix had strict orders to follow.

Observer and do not interfere. Orders her captain, Commodore Marcus DuToult doubted, but dutifully followed.

"RNS Felix to Rotovian Naval Command..." The words buzzed from the radio as Marcus raised the transceiver to his mouth.

"Rotovian Naval Command here"

"Holding position and requesting further orders"

"Hold position. Do not engage unless fired upon. Maintain aggressive surveillance"

"Acknowledged"

Attacking civilian shipping without being positivly ID'd requires a considerablt amount of skill. However, this will not be a problem. My price for attacking enemy merchant ships is 500,000 per ship. Granted, I will be targeting thier supertankers of oil which means robbing your enemy of millions of barrels of oil, so you are in fact getting quite a bargin.

Regards,
Prince Rothbart

Attacking civilian shipping without being positivly ID'd requires a considerablt amount of skill. However, this will not be a problem. My price for attacking enemy merchant ships is 500,000 per ship. Granted, I will be targeting thier supertankers of oil which means robbing your enemy of millions of barrels of oil, so you are in fact getting quite a bargin.

Regards,
Prince Rothbart

OCC: Opps. That was my main nation, which is the good guy. Just pretend my evil twin puppet Fourspades posted that.

OOC: No problem. Well I guess this thing shall continue tommorow. >.> <.< >.> I need some sleep.

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Encrypted Message to Prince Rothbart

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Consider this a successful deal between our two nations. We will pay you upon completion of the war, whether or not it turns out to be in my favor. I can assure you on my word that the payment will make it to you even if the war goes sour thanks to an unremarkable bank account within the nation of DMG. So even if the war seems to be lost, you may continue destroying their vessels untill I myself say otherwise. Good luck, and happy hunting.

May this be only the start of a fruitful relationship between our two nations.

Sincerely,
Emperor Galf

[*cough* The Imperium doesn't actually have any supertankers, as by and large alternative fuel sources are used due to their indigenous availability. And you're right that you aren't likely to be indentified. Initially, at least...]

The pilot of the lead aircraft didn't reply to the somewhat wordy and decidedly unmilitary challenge response, he simply pressed a button on the center-mounted touch screen to arm his primary missiles and punched another to open the bombay door. The aircraft's NPI radar automatically went into weapon guidance mode and a simple push of the thumb stud sent the four missiles on their way. A nonchalant movement later and the interceptor was back to being a rather stealthy flying object instead of a radar-attracting billboard that said, "Shoot me!"

The pilot of the second aircraft in the flight prepared to follow his leader's robot-like actions, but didn't actually do anything because it was yet to be seen if the aircraft would be destroyed.

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The Gladius reduced her speed to nothing and coasted to a halt five nautical miles from the proported trade vessel. Although a missile attack at such absurdly low range was all but impossible, the point defenses were obviously trained on the ship, in this case for what was euphemistically called "Suppression Mode" and known among the more cynical of sailors as "Termination Mode". In an even more pointed threat, the turret was slewed towards the ship and the 6" gun levelled directly at the other ship's bridge.

A squad of Imperial Marines carefully stepped into the waiting boat, moreso out of an unwillingness to screw up and fall into the ocean where they would slowly sink to the bottom due to the weight of their battlearmour than out of a lack of practice. The rigid inflatable set a liesurely pace towards the civvie knowing that if the captain was sane the ship wasn't even going to attempt to go anywhere. Once the small ship pulled alongside the larger private vessel, the NCO in charge of the squad signalled for somebody on the deck to lower a ladder or a rope.

[[Pshaw. I'm just glad I moved over 80+% of my navy to allied countries to prevent too much damage from my side. Ah well time to milk your attack on our "poor defenseless country" for all its worth before we begin launching attacks and the like.]]


As the rather shoddy civilian aircraft quickly burst into flames as the missiles collided with it, unbecknownst to the Scandavian military numerous troop movements were underway beneath Antanjyl's landscape, deep within the slave railroads. Thanks to their offensive stance against "unarmed civilians", Emperor Galf was perfectly within his right to attack in his peoples' eyes. For now however, he was content to sit back and send a message to his enemy.

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Official Message to Scandavian Military

After ruthlessly slaying a civilian aircraft, I am now assured that your intentions to starve my people and nation are indeed true. Not usually resorting to attacking civilian aircraft with little warning myself, I was rather sure from the start that the Scandavians were a ruthless group of thugs. With your lack of evidence you've blockaded my nation and are attempting to destroy a slave trade which hasn't existed in well over 100 years. Doing this, countless more civilians will die, so to stop this, I suppose there is nothing for us to do but defend ourselves.

This message is only for history's sake, so that when your nation is completely wiped clean, and any trace of your oppressive regime trampled under the salted earth of your capital, historians will be able to better piece together what exactly started the complete and utter destruction of your almost assuredly genocidal culture. I could go on, but I would rather not waste words on barbarians, when I could just as easily get the word across with my weapons' systems. However, I am not completely without mercy...

You have twenty-four hours to retreat 200 kilometers from our waters. Failure to do so will mean that every single ship you have blockading me will be destroyed, and every soldier killed. Following that I will eventually have to launch an invasion of my own to make sure that your government does not attempt any of these barbarous things again.

Sincerely,
Emperor Galf

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Encrypted Message to Prince Rothbart

You may begin whenever you see fit. However, it will probably be within your interests to keep a large distance from the blockade to start with, to help keep them stretched thin. However, I will not tell you how to do things, just as long as you get them done. Good luck.

Emperor Galf

On the bridge of the H.D.S. Fafnir

Senior Captain Peter Uller walked on to the flying bridge looked out over his small Squadron. He turned to his XO and said " A few months ago we were in simulations with Rotovia as the opposing force now fleet wants us to shadow and if necessary support the bastards". Commander Lucy Willis sipped from her coffee mug and chuckled " no accounting for the Dukes taste but orders are orders. Fleet gave us the order to shadow at a discrete distance that BBL and if some joker takes a pot shot at them we challenge and go in".
Uller looked through his binoculars at one of his three escorts the fast corvette Lazarus Long "Willis signal the Long she is leaking oil again".
"Yes Sir but I am sure they already know by now. Here we are on one of the newest BCLs in the fleet and they give us three of the oldest escorts they could drag out of the bone yard".
"That's enough, have CIC report if any of those Scandinavian warships get close we don't need any trouble. You have the bridge".

Official Statement From Red Tide Goverment
"Due to the barbaric and senseless attack on our ally by Scandanavian States, we are airlifting the rest of the Mechanized-Infantry Division(20,000 men), half of which is already stationed as gaurd detail for our air/naval base in Antanjyl. We also are going to airlift an additional Mechanized-Infantry Division with Antanjyl's permission."
End Message

Official Response to Red Tide Government

We accept this movement of troops by your government and will make accomodations for them. During such brutal times, obviously fueled by senseless violence and the machinizations of imperialist regimes, it is good to know how serious our allies really are about this. We currently have a number of military bases with room to house your soldiers, and will assist your brave men and women in any way that we can.

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Port City of Kinshash

The large port city was seemingly dead, with an almost utter lack of civilians outside of their homes during this time, replace by a steadily increasing supply of soldiers to Antanjyl's only (public) port. The large factories were the only sign of activity, as huge plumes of toxic smog and pollution pushed themselves upwards into the sky, giving the city an ominous gray haze. Even the massive cathedral dedicated to Galf was empty. In fact, almost all of the civilians had fled underground days ago, while the city was slowly prepared for the eventual perceived invasion.


Most of Antanjyl's military were on the move below ground, as explosives and the like were quietly moved towards the main cities closest to the coast. The literally thousands of anti-air batteries in the mountains, with a range of upwards of 100 km were also all online, aimed for any incoming bombers or missiles from the fleet or Scandavian States.


The rest of the populace were angry at Scandavian's aggressive actions, and numerous riots were underground, aimed at rather lewd interpretations of the enemies government in the form of posters. In Holy Gibbot City an enormous effigy of the perceived leaders of Scandavian States was impaled and lit on fire, with broadcasts reaching everyone in the region. Food in the form of a mysterious red meat was also distributed as rations during this time, as most of the other remaining food supplies were being converted into more manageable forms. Antanjyl was completely ready, however they would leave the offensive to the invaders, as they were sure this would leave them a tremendous advantage.


Antalia Command Bunker

"Damn... They're really taking their time huh?" Galf said with a small laugh as he leaned back. He was expecting more of the enemy, rather than wasting their own supplies in the iceberg choked ocean he wanted them to come ashore where he could easily wipe them all out, "I suppose we could always fire our rockets. Are any of their ships close enough?"

"Not currently Emperor." General Gares said quietly as he lifted a weight on the other side of the room. It was rather annoying, but Galf wouldn't interfere, "Gah! The cowards!!! When the storms start rolling by I'm sure a few of their ships will sink on their own, maybe that'll make them attempt to come ashore!"

"Psh... Gares, you can't expect everything to simply be handed to you. If our naval forces weren't already to thinned out we could have launched a surprise attack from Red Tide by now. But it looks like we'll have to wait for Albeleo..." A younger general said as he took a puff from a cigarette and leaned back in his chair, looking over the map once again.

"Albeleo won't be joining us. He has been ordered to invade Comatica and bring me their Emperor, whether dead or alive. If that war ends too soon that nation might interfere. If their leader is dead it will keep them busy for a bit, and if while we're there perhaps we can persuade the other invaders to let us salt some crops.." Galf said with a yawn as he grabbed the Brunhild from behind him and lifted it over his head, giving a fanged smile at the large blade, "Gah... I hate subtlety..."

The Dragon's Claw
Raider Submarine - Queendom of Fourspades
International Waters

Prince Rothbart's command submarine was at the head of the formation of Wolf Class Submarines. These submarines were designed and built for one thing. Raiding supply lines. They were fast and they were quiet. They wouldn't be launching cruise missiles or going toe-to-toe with a superdreadnaught, but they were good at what they did.

The Fleet had been ordered to take on Scandinavian shipping. Everything was on the table. Rothbart decided it would be much easier to attack thier shipping if they had fewer ports. Of course, they could not just attack the port directly. No. This job would require subtley.

They had been hiding out under the sea lanes for a few days, watching as ships came in and out of Scandinavian waters. It was beginning to be easy to predict which ships were heading where.

Rothbart's had a plan. It was simply a matter of waiting on the right ship...

"SIR! Merchant Ship spotted headed point zero-two-six. It appears to be following the same pattern that we are searching for.

Rothbart smiled. This was the one. Now was the time.

[*cough* Fourspades, you have looked at the map of Haven and are conversant with the region's rules on territorial waters, right? Also, I might note that the Imperium has a lot of trading partners, so I hope you intend to check your target with a periscope.]

The blockade had been set up in such a manner as to put the guns of the task force's big guns within range of the coastal shore and air defenses. The 22" electrothermal-chemical guns of the Halcyon class superdreadnaughts and Fenris class dreadnaughts slewed shoreward and elevated to their highest angle, bringing the air defenses that were as much as twenty miles inland to target. In all actuality, it was only the radars that could be plotted and targeted, but taking those out would leave the air defense sites rather myopic. Giant roars range out from the guns and there was little doubt that the citizens could hear the massive explosions and feel the reverberations in the ground from the impacts.

The defenses that were visible and designed to protect the shores of Antanjyl from invasion suffered a somewhat less brutal, but just a decisive, bombardment. Every gun in the fleet that wasn't hitting the radar sites turned on the shore defenses, their smaller guns loaded with scramjet rounds designed to punch through armour and decimate any metal or concrete scructure with ease. The explosive warheads in those rounds were of a significantly smaller size than their more normal brothers, but the kinetic energy from even a small round hitting something at hypersonic speeds was nothing to laugh at.

No missiles were launched this time, and wouldn't be until all the targets in gun range had been wiped out. In any case, Admiral DeSoto wanted to avoid the collateral damage that his huge missiles were sure to inflict, although he didn't doubt that the civvies were already pissed that he was trying to starve them into submission.

Declaration of Intention
Mercenaries del Italia is declaring it's intention of hiring out a reasonable portion of our Next Generation Mercenary Force to the highest bidder. Our soldiers will be commanded by Commanders designated by us (MdI) who will then carry out orders recieved. Infomation on MdI and the Next Generation Mercenary Force can be found here. (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=464323)

[ POSTING AS FOURSPADES DUE TO JOLT ERROR ]

OCC: Admittly, I have not seen a map of Haven nor am I familar with the regions rules regarding territorial waters. However, I did state that I am in International Waters. And yes, I will be confirming targets via periscope. If you could give me a link to all that I'll be happy to look.

[Well, this map's old, but the rules apply: http://photobucket.com/albums/v172/NSFlags/?action=view&current=ScandavianWater.png

Anyway, my point was that if you're in international waters, it's likely that in fact your sub group is only going to be able to cover one lane at a time. Just thought you should know.]

OCC: Ahhhhh, I see now. It's ok. I can work with just one lane. I'll post my first attack on a merchant ship sometime today.

OOC: Come on.. puppet nation mecenaries! Why don't you want us... :(

Official Imperial Statement

Observing the uncalled for and horrifying attacks upon civilian aircraft by Scandavian States, we see no choice but to see this as an imperialist action and treat it as such. We are issuing a final warning to the Scandavian fleet: withdraw now, or you will be staring down the gun barrels of an Imperium far mightier than yours, and far less merciful. Banduria does not take attacks upon its allies lightly.

Lucius I ~
Emperor of Banduria

The Imperial task force relegated to aid Antanjyl would find this an easy mission. Antanjyl and Banduria were on almost the same parallel, six hours' sail apart; the Scandavian fleet was already in range for ICBMs from Banduria's shore, but the Holy Imperium had its own, albeit twisted, sense of honour. Before launching a massive missile or satellite attack that could completely destroy the Scandavian fleet without warning, they would engage in a little game of cat-and-mouse with their enemies... all in a day's fun...

The task force was now putting out to sea from its military harbours. To satellite intel and the naked eye, it appeared actually quite small... nowhere near capable of defeating a massive nation, at least on the surface. Nothing like the threats delivered by the Imperium's judicious foreign offices.

The naval group was led by an Imperium-class battleship, more accurately a scaled-down version of a Super Dreadnaught with smaller guns and fewer aircraft. Five massive rotary 24" guns were mounted alongside 14" and 16" railguns and smaller 6" and 8" cannons, along with two VLS tubes carrying 64 cells each. This was flanked by three smaller Demon-class battleships, which—without requiring the flight decks for fighter complement—held an equally formidable array of firepower, each one easily capable of destroying a small escort fleet. Ten Firestorm-class heavy arsenal cruisers and sixteen Hellstooth-class medium arsenal ships, however, provided most of the missile fire for the fleet. Each cruiser had eight VLS tubes and dozens of missile launchers, SAMs, lasers, and CIWS guns mounted everywhere for air defence purpose; the medium arsenal ships were somewhat less powerful but still packed a massive punch. The firepower from two of these ships could destroy three Super Dreadnaughts with sheer missile spam. Thirty Chaos-class destroyers, twenty Severance-class frigates, and twenty Darkgate-class attack/stealth frigates with their anti-submarine helicopter complement rounded out the attack group.

It was the submarine task force that was really impressive. Over four hundred assorted submarines, Lernea-class SSNs, Archon-class SSGNs, and Dominis-class SSBNs swarmed the sea like a school of giant fish, each one packing a deadly punch.

This small fleet would in turn blockade the Scandavians. If they refused to capitulate, attacking would be easy. And bloody...

OOC:

My ship is rather suspicious an old freighter with a false registry in Saharistan, and its ID number references a ship scrapped in a Frozopian harbour a year ago

I dont like all these references towards my old mother nation (Mckagan made one too). Im going to demand it back (peacefully) soon.

ICS Shuriken,
Squadron 1, 18th Fleet, Coordinates XXX...

One of the glowing moniters in the CIC beneath the bridge suddenly began flashing red. "Commander! Shots fired! Scandinavian forces have been confirmed to have shot down an Antanjyl aircraft!"

"What!? Aye, contact headquarters. Notify them of events!"

"Aye Sir!"

[Encrypted Transmission]

ICS Shuriken, Squadron 1, 18th Surface Fleet...
Time: XXXX Hours
RE: Antanjyl Conflict
Priority: 1
Password: *****

At approxamately XXXX Hours HQ time, sensors detected a missile launch from Scandinavian States' aircraft upon civilian Antanjyl aircraft attempting to run blockade at coordinates XXX. Aircraft is for all intents and purposes destroyed. All hands placed at General Quarters. Fleet is reforming.

[End Transmission]
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Honimishu Castle,
Pschycotic Pschycos...

Shogun Kenshin was resting peacefully at his desk, turning over thoughts in his mind. Suddenly, his computer consol in front of him beeped and flashed. A Priority One transmission bearing the correct password had been redirected to his personal inbox, and was now displayed across his screen. He quickly scanned it, and then started in alarm. Shots had been fired in the recent Antanjyl conflict. He quickly reached for a blue phone on his desk. "Admiral Yamamoto,"
"Aye, Your Excellency. I'm here."
"Good. Shots have been fired in the Antanjyl conflict."
"Oh dear. What shall I do?"
"Admiral, what is the status of 8th Fleet."
"Your Excellency. I anticipated trouble, and had preaparations start early.
8th and 7th Fleets are ready to sail."
"Good, have them cast off. I want them to link with the 18th once they reach the area. Contact the 18th, their orders are to support Scandinavian State's forces and to stop slave ships."
"Aye, sir."

With that, the shogun hung up the phone. He leaned back in his chair and continued thinking. He then sent a message to the Scandinavian States:

*Message to Scandinavian States*

Attention Scandinavian States. This message is from the Imperial Shogunate of Pschycotic Pschycos of the Greater Prussian Empire. We are fully aware of the events unfolding in the Antanjyl area, and would like to express our support of your blockade. We currently have ships in the area, and more on the way. We would appreciate it if we were to cooperate in stopping this slave trade from continuing.

We await your answer, and hope you see it as advantageous to cooperate as we do.

Signed,

Shogun Himura Kenshin

[Banduria: Two things. First, I'll admit you have balls. Second, rotary 24" guns aren't possible and even if they were you certainly couldn't mount them on the same turrets as 14" and 16" guns. Also, how far away are you from Antanjyl in kilometers? I can't reply until I know for sure the distances involved, don't reply IC until I know this.]


To say that the Empress was pissed off at the Bandurians would have been the understatement of the eon, she was just on the safe side of apoplexy. The sheer arrogance of the "diplomatic" note had been infuriating enough, but then their navy had actually sortied. In truth, the force wasn't all that impressive by Imperial standards and even if the JSC had been aware of the submarines, it still wouldn't have been so.

After grinding her teeth for a few seconds she made a decision, "Order ASTF 2 to form a picket perpendicular to the line of advance of the Bandurian naval forces and detach ASTF 1's submarines to that picket, keep it thirty miles in front of ASTF 1. Leave the Osirises to continue the blockade and form the rest of ASTF 1 up to meet the Bandurian fleet. Sortie the fourth through eighth home fleets and the rest of the expeditionary fleets plus the last strike fleet, call it TF 3. Jorgensen, you are to personally command that force and see to it that the Bandurian Navy becomes so much scrap."

Turning towards her most senior Marine, Lien continued, "Commandant, you are to cut orders to your Marines ordering them to Helsinki in preparation for an invasion of Banduria. I can't guarantee I won't order those fuckers destroyed outright, but if I don't your troops are going to be the ones that go in."

Now addressing Air Martial McLeod, "Ainsley, prep your bombers and issue orders to SpaceCom to put together a strike package. I can tell you right now whatever I decide, these assholes are going to hurt and you're going to deliver that pain."

And then she looked at her aunt, "Duchess, you are going to answer the kind offer by the Psychosians and inform them of the situation. They'll have to pick up the slack until the task forces return to station. Further, please contact the Hamptonshireans and Omzians, see if they're interested in teaching an object lesson. If not, contact Lord Damien, I'm sure his Sentinels would just love to have another nation to destroy."

Unfortunately for the Bandurians, the Imperial Navy wasn't stupid and knew from practical experience that any force that had such a weak surface force was invariably backed up by a strong submarine force. Equally unfortunate for the Bandurians, the submarine picket had over four hundred of the world's best and most advanced submarines. That didn't even consider the fact that every Imperial Navy ship had substantial anti-torpedo and anti-submarine weaponry. Nor did it consider the fact that over two thousand ships were sortieing from the Imperium with enough firepower to all but the most powerful navies. The Bandurians were about to get stung for their arrogance.

[reserving space for attacks if Bandurian naval forces are in range]


..::Class 1 Diplomatic Message, 2048QKb Encryption::..
TO: Grande Admiral Isoruku Yamamoto
FR: Duchess Asiya Saleh, Director of Foreign Services
SUB: Blockade

While the Empress has been reluctant to include other nations in this sitation, your timely offer has allowed the Imperial Navy to engage the Bandurian naval forces seeking to disrupt the blockade. Consider the offer accepted and I beg you to take up your station ASAP. ASTF 1 and 2 are already forming up for battle, which is leaving precious gaps in coverage that the Osiris DDGNs being left behind won't be able to close.
..::End Class 1 Message, End Encryption::..

..::Class 1 Diplomatic Message, 2048QKb Encryption::..
TO: Grand Duchy of Hamptonshire, Omzian Democratic Republic
FR: Duchess Asiya Saleh, Director of Foreign Services
SUB: Assistance

The Imperium does not normally involve other nations in its business, however certain elements have decided to attack Imperial interests using our blockade of the Antanjylian scumbag slavers as a veil to hide behind. A third, more powerful, task force is currently forming to crush Bandurian resistence and on behalf of the Empress I would much appreciate it if your navies would join the counter-attack in a show of solidarity and an object lesson in what happens to those who support criminal regimes.
..::End Class 1 Message, End Encryption::..

Mid Earth Orbit(MEO)...

The T-3 Tungsten Rod Sattelite slid smoothly through its orbit. It passed over its target, the Scandavian States flagship for the fleet off the coast of Antanjyl. One of the three, 12 foot tungsten rods was ejected out of the sattelite at mach-9 towards the Earth. It would come down with sufficient firepower to destroy the ship, no matter its armor. Just incase the ship decided to take evasive manuevers, two more tungsten rods were fired at the areas to the forward left and forward right of the ship.

Anitolia and Sevenalia Airbases, Northern Red Tide.

Four entire air regiments of Tu-22RT BACKFIRE Strategic Bombers screamed down their runways and took off. Along with them were 8 Tu-95 BEAR, two per regiment. Each Regiment had assigned to it two Tu-95s, equipped with enough electronic jamming equipment too virtually make the Tu-22s invisible to SAM RADAR. Each Tu-22 carried three CM-3 Anti-Ship Cruise Missiles. Carrying a 2,200 pound warhead, sea skimming, with a initial speed of mach 3.5 and a terminal speed of mach-4. Finally, it had a range of 175 kilometers. The Backfires would arrive in six hours.

Mid Earth Orbit(MEO)...

The T-3 Tungsten Rod Sattelite slid smoothly through its orbit. It passed over its target, the Scandavian States flagship for the fleet off the coast of Antanjyl. One of the three, 12 foot tungsten rods was ejected out of the sattelite at mach-9 towards the Earth. It would come down with sufficient firepower to destroy the ship, no matter its armor. Just incase the ship decided to take evasive manuevers, two more tungsten rods were fired at the areas to the forward left and forward right of the ship.

Anitolia and Sevenalia Airbases, Northern Red Tide.

Four entire air regiments of Tu-22RT BACKFIRE Strategic Bombers screamed down their runways and took off. Along with them were 8 Tu-95 BEAR, two per regiment. Each Regiment had assigned to it two Tu-95s, equipped with enough electronic jamming equipment too virtually make the Tu-22s invisible to SAM RADAR. Each Tu-22 carried three CM-3 Anti-Ship Cruise Missiles. Carrying a 2,200 pound warhead, sea skimming, with a initial speed of mach 3.5 and a terminal speed of mach-4. Finally, it had a range of 175 kilometers. The Backfires would arrive in six hours.

Mid Earth Orbit(MEO)...

The T-3 Tungsten Rod Sattelite slid smoothly through its orbit. It passed over its target, the Scandavian States flagship for the fleet off the coast of Antanjyl. One of the three, 12 foot tungsten rods was ejected out of the sattelite at mach-9 towards the Earth. It would come down with sufficient firepower to destroy the ship, no matter its armor. Just incase the ship decided to take evasive manuevers, two more tungsten rods were fired at the areas to the forward left and forward right of the ship.

Anitolia and Sevenalia Airbases, Northern Red Tide.

Four entire air regiments of Tu-22RT BACKFIRE Strategic Bombers screamed down their runways and took off. Along with them were 8 Tu-95 BEAR, two per regiment. Each Regiment had assigned to it two Tu-95s, equipped with enough electronic jamming equipment too virtually make the Tu-22s invisible to SAM RADAR. Each Tu-22 carried three CM-3 Anti-Ship Cruise Missiles. Carrying a 2,200 pound warhead, sea skimming, with a initial speed of mach 3.5 and a terminal speed of mach-4. Finally, it had a range of 175 kilometers. The Backfires would arrive in six hours.

Urgent Communique to All Involved Nations

The Holy Tsar of the Divine Prussian Empire of Derscon urges all involved parties to attend a summit at the Kremlin Palace in Derscon in order to discuss this situation. There is absolutely no need for useless bloodshed in this effort. It is in all parties' best interests to discuss this with words before discussing it with blood.

Hence, the Tsar extends an invitation to come to the Kremlin for a summit about this situation in order to prevent it from becoming unstoppable.

Any person with any sort of rational mind will attend this conference, understanding that words exchanged are better than blood.

Count Franz von Papen
Foreign Minister to the Tsar
The Divine Prussian Empire of Derscon

[Hehe, this is great. Hey, Red Tide, I've actually destroyed Doujins with kinetic strikes before and I know the limitations of such an attack. Nice try, though. And what's with this hours crap? Give distances with the time measurements, damnit.]

Unfortunately for the people who had tasked the satellite with its mission, they apparently didn't realize that you couldn't hit ships travelling at twenty-five knots with a kinetic satellite. The Imperium had destroyed Doujin class superdreadnaughts in the past, which were close cousins to the Gehenna class superdreadnaughts that acted as fleet command posts for the Imperial Navy, and practical experience had taught it that the things were damnedably hard to hit; the only two to be destroyed were tied up alongside their piers being readied for deployment. Further, they didn't realize that whatever the energy of a kinetic rod, it was physically impossible to destroy a ship just shy of a kilometer long and with more armour than ten battleships with a single shot. The final mistake made was that there were in fact eight Gehenna class SDs in ASTF 1 and even if the sattelite had picked the right one the rods would still have missed. In fact, about all the rods accomplished was to give HIMS Tartarus a small bath and do some of the work for the ratings.

The worst of it, however, was that a counter-attack by Imperial Navy ships didn't face the same constraints a satellite in orbit did. Every CGN in the fleet carried had twelve VLS cells packed with STO-512B Sea Nebula ABM/ASAT missiles. One of the many cruisers in the fleet emptied all twelve cells at the orbiting satellite, which equated to 48 ASAT missiles with special fragmentary warheads designed to take out the type of target being engaged.

Urgent Communique to All Involved Nations

The Holy Tsar of the Divine Prussian Empire of Derscon urges all involved parties to attend a summit at the Kremlin Palace in Derscon in order to discuss this situation. There is absolutely no need for useless bloodshed in this effort. It is in all parties' best interests to discuss this with words before discussing it with blood.

Hence, the Tsar extends an invitation to come to the Kremlin for a summit about this situation in order to prevent it from becoming unstoppable.

Any person with any sort of rational mind will attend this conference, understanding that words exchanged are better than blood.

Count Franz von Papen
Foreign Minister to the Tsar
The Divine Prussian Empire of Derscon


Dear Count von Papen,

While the Imperium would greatly love to end this entire incident on a positive note, Anti-Slavery Task Force 1 has already been unsuccessfully engaged by a kinetic attack satellite presumably in the control of Antanjyl or one of its allies. Further, the Bandurian Navy has sortied to disrupt the blockade and attack Imperial Navy forces. The Imperium requires a concrete demonstration of a willingness to stand down by Antanjyl and its allies before it does the same.

Yours in Friendship,
Duchess Asiya Saleh

New Feluca
Prime Minister Cyan sat in her office in Feluca City. The big government building was built along a modern design incorporating a earthquake/nuclear springboard foundation and a very deep and provisioned bunker far below. She picked up a folder on her desk that was marked as URGENT and slowly turned her swivel chair towards the thick bullet and blast-proofed window that looked out over a trimmed lawn that stretched towards the city.

Cyan was a hare anthro, her fur neatly kept and she wore a crisp business skirt-suit. With one long leg folded over the other she flipped through the contents of the folder. Across the desk, a trio of military officers stood watching as she examined the various intelligence.

Finally her blue eyes would lift to focus on a dolphin anthro, almost poeticly wearing the white uniform of the navy with gold trim and decorations on the breast. "Admiral Jitter, do you feel that this upcoming war threatens the stability in the North Sea?"

The dolphin nodded, "Yes, Mrs. Prime Minister. If a shooting war breaks out this close to New Feluca, there's a chance that our own shipping could be disrupted. We have a very brisk trade with several nations up that way, sea food, oil and natural gas. There are other things to consider though.."

"Yes?"

"Madam, there are very heavy rumors and some faint intelligence about a slave trade. We had a submarine up that way off the coast of Antanjyl and their military attacked it. That was part of Operation Listening Post, if you recall. Antanjyl is reknowned for the brutal oppression of its citizens."

The room was silent for several minutes. The subject of slavery was still a delicate one, as the Felucans had only just begun to put the scars of their own brutal abuse behind them. The anthros had suffered fifty years of slavery until their independance had been won.

"Admiral, there's only one course we can take."

"Yes m'am."

OOC:XENOS!!! WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING HERE!?

Scandavian States: Armour does not matter much when you are being hit by a very heavy, 12 foot long object, moving at apporximately mach-15, wouldnt the immediate result be an kinetic force equivalent to a MOAB(which is 29,000 pounds) for every 10 feet? I am no science expert, so correct me if I am wrong. I will take your word on the not being able to figure out which was the right SD. But PLEASE!

As for my Tu-22RTs, my nation is centered in the mid pacific, I estimate that Antanjyl is somewhere far up north.

IC:The ASAT Strike was rendered null by the numerous Anti-Missile/Sattelite Sattelites in Geo Synchronous orbit. Designed to destroy upwards of a thousand missiles, they had no problem in taking out just 48 ASATs. After destroying the missiles, those very same sattelites then began to lock on and blow out of the sky Scandavian States Communication, GPS, and Recon Sattelites with their lasers.

OOC: RedTide...

just no.

First off, do you know how difficult it would be simply to find] SS's satellites? And the fact that since they're in Geo synchronous orbit, they, you know, can't move anywhere, so unless a satellite is RIGHT THERE, you're not hitting it.

The Doc could give you a better explanation, but you'll have to live with this.


And how many, exactly, satellites do you have up there? Because it's not like you're going to be able to resupply them anytime soon.

[Dude, I have OsTi rods 304.8mm in diameter and 6.096m long weighing in at 12,000 kilos with a velocity upon atmospheric entry of 3 km/s. It took one every fifty meters to sink a single Doujin. Your rods are of less absolute size than mine and very much less dense, so they couldn't even begin to do the damage of one of mine, much less twenty.

As for my satellites, just how are you identifying them? There are millions of satellites in orbit around the NS earth and the couple hundred or so that I have certainly don't have IFF or anything silly like that. In fact, my military sats are rather stealthy against radar and ladar. Further, how are you getting targetting solutions on sats in orbit over the North Pacific from the North Atlantic?]

OOC:XENOS!!! WHAT THE HECK ARE YOU DOING HERE!?

Scandavian States: Armour does not matter much when you are being hit by a very heavy, 12 foot long object, moving at apporximately mach-15, wouldnt the immediate result be an kinetic force equivalent to a MOAB(which is 29,000 pounds) for every 10 feet? I am no science expert, so correct me if I am wrong. I will take your word on the not being able to figure out which was the right SD. But PLEASE!

As for my Tu-22RTs, my nation is centered in the mid pacific, I estimate that Antanjyl is somewhere far up north.

IC:The ASAT Strike was rendered null by the numerous Anti-Missile/Sattelite Sattelites in Geo Synchronous orbit. Designed to destroy upwards of a thousand missiles, they had no problem in taking out just 48 ASATs. After destroying the missiles, those very same sattelites then began to lock on and blow out of the sky Scandavian States Communication, GPS, and Recon Sattelites with their lasers.

OOC: I was thinking about tossing my hat into this, but it seems like people are whipping out the lame-ass, unrealistic satellite guns again. =/

OOC: I think people need to remember, this is modern tech. NOT future tech.

[This is anything and everything in the realm of 2020. However, the portrayal of the kinetic strike satellites used by Red Tide is unrealistic.

Red Tide: I kindly ask that you keep the spacedy crap out of this RP, even if it is within the realm of 2020. I don't have a problem with you sending swarms of bombers or whatever, but a player interested in this RP has voiced reservations about some elements and I expect you to respect them. If you refuse, then I will have to reconsider the status of the RP, specifically as to how open it is.]

OOC: The sattelite warfare bullshit is why I've quit several RPs now. And not even in 2020 will there be satellite weapons like this.

OOC:Err... yeah sure... I dont have that good a grip on non-nuclear physics anyways 0_0. I do think we will have sattelite based lasers by 2020 in Real Life. But... meh, I dont care that much about Tungsten Rods(although you DID just remove one of my more effective ways of destroying your SDs) anyways, I am going to wait for Antanjyl to post before I post my bombers approaching your fleet.

[In general I accept a weaponized space, but Xeno doesn't want satellites in this RP and I'm not about to turn away somebody from my side when I haven't turned away anybody from Antanjyl's side.]

OOC:Err... yeah sure... I dont have that good a grip on non-nuclear physics anyways 0_0. I do think we will have sattelite based lasers by 2020 in Real Life. But... meh, I dont care that much about Tungsten Rods(although you DID just remove one of my more effective ways of destroying your SDs) anyways, I am going to wait for Antanjyl to post before I post my bombers approaching your fleet.

OOC: I, personally, have no problem with your rods -- I have a bunch of them too (I have a lot more than that, too, but that's classified. ;) ) It's just the fact you said that you could hit a (relatively) small target moving at 25-30 knots. You simply can't do it, unless you unleash about a thousand of them, which would be a logistical nightmare, since you basically screwed over your entire space military for a year or so.


Oh, and I agree -- I think we will have laser satellites, also. You simply wouldn't be able to have inter-atmospheric usage, IE no space-to-ground or vice-versa. The atmosphere would screw up the beam too much. Derscon has plenty of Free-electron lasers for when I role-play PMT instead of FT. (I'm both -- I'm not Modern-tech, though, just Post-Modern and Future).

It's not the fact you have them, it's how you used them and how much.

Flagship ICS Honor,
Nearing Conflict Zone...

Grande Admiral Isoruku Yamamoto III stood serenly next to the helmsman on the massive ship's bridge. He had just been passed Scandinavian State's message, and had read it. "Troubling, troubling...." he sighed under his breath. SS fleets were moving off to engage Bandurian forces, and the blockade was severly understaffed as a result. He turned, ordered the helmsman to maintain course and speed, and then climbed down into the CIC below the bridge. There, the ship's captain and commander of the 8th Fleet, Admiral Gene Starwin, was pouring over the latest real-time displays. "Admiral, what is the situation?"

Starwin straightened, bowed and saluted, then presented the Grande Admiral with the information. "Sir, the 18th Fleet is roughly 4 hours ahead of us. They'll be pulling into position to bolster blockade forces in about an hour."

"Good. What is our current strength situation and what is your plan of action?" Yamamoto replied, pleased that they'd be on station so soon.

"Sir, we are currently operating 7th and 8th Fleets combined. Task force dorders, "Admiral, your forces are to fire on anything that isn't allied. Bandurian, Red Tide, or Antanjyl. Destroy ANYTHING that tries to cross the blockade, do you understand?"

"Sir! Yes Sir"
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.:Message to the Czar of Derscon:.

I, the shogun of the Imperial Shogunate will come to Derscon. However, forces will not stand down for their own protection.

Signed, Shogun Himura Kenshin


(OOC: Don't go all happy with your little satellites. Bad things could begin to happen)

OCC: THIS IS FOURSPADES

The Dragon's Claw was positioned directly under the Scandinavian Merchant Ship and was matching her speed and movements. The submarine crew was exceptionally skilled and thus, why it had the more delicate assignments.

The problem with just simply torpedoing the merchant ship is it would be a dead giveaway to a submarine attack. They would simply begin gaurding their supply routes more carefully. That may not hinder the supplies near as well as Rothbart would have liked.

Knocking out a port would, but Rothbart was not about to send his ships on a suicide mission. The attacking subs would never make it out alive.

So, they were going to let somebody else carry the bomb in.

Beneath the merchant ship, the airlocks were opening.

Divers clad in black wetsuits left the ship one by one, secured to the Dragon's Claw with a steel wire. The lead diver attached the secured the magnectic attachement to the ship's bottom hull.

Each diver carried with him a bomb that would rip through the ships hull. They would weld the bombs to the hull to make sure that the bombs did not dislodge themselves during the journey.

The process took some time, but soon 12 high-yeild explosives were placed upon the bottom of the merchant ships hull. The bombs were equipped with GPS systems that would trigger the explosion.

One by one the divers swam back into the dark submarine, and the Dragon's Claw slowly desended further into the depths.

Port Feluca
From the northern-most port staging operations were already underway to get the Felucan 2nd Fleet out of the harbor and 'steaming' north.

2nd Fleet
1x CCG Jade Class Guided Missile Cruiser
3x DE Nova Class Escort Destroyers
4x DDG Cyan Class Guided Missile Destroyers
3x DDH Big Blue Class Helicopter Destroyer
4x DD Banks Class All Purpose Destroyer

The Felucan 2nd Fleet would continue northwards into the North Sea. On the approach, a message would be radioed ahead to the Scandavian States ships.

"This is the Felucan Second Fleet. Please coordinate where you would like us to deploy to join in this blockade."

OOC: Psi-Pso, first off, they're not little. And yeah, that's a shame, too. But The Xeno had to come along and ruin my orbital fun. :p
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Message to Pschycotic Pschycos

Shogun:

Don't even bother sending yourself. It is quite clear that the slave traders have no intention of cooperating. Since they have no intention of actually attending the conference, it is clear that they are self-incriminating themselves.

Continue your blockade. I will be joining you shortly.

Godspeed,

Tsar Alexei Alexandrovich Andropov XIV
Holy Monarch of the Divine Prussian Empire of Derscon
Sultan of the Eternal Empire
Defender of the Covanent of God
Divine Imperiator of RightWing Conspirators
Lord Protector of the Kingdom of Burgundy
Arch-Chancellor of the Greater Prussian Empire
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Island of Hope, Southern Prussian Sea

Fleet Admiral Mikhail Zimmerov raked in the pot in the center of the table. "You know, General, you just can't win, can you?" General Bogdavlad Raichikov, who was currently on the last days of his vacation from commanding the Orbital Defence Grid Amon-Re, shrugged as he watched his fifty dollars pulled in front of the Admiral.

"I never was any good at these games. Blackjack, on the other hand..." Admiral Zimmerov smirked as the waitress came around with more drinks. At the moment, they were at the VIP table in the Romanov Citadel, one of the largest casino's in the Greater Prussian Empire, sitting right here in the nation of Derscon. With them were some foreign dignitaries, and some other military officers. Mikhail, though, was robbing them all. Razlada Kralikov -- another Dersconi Space Defence Forces general -- still had more chips than the Fleet Admiral, but he hadn't been in on the last few rounds.

The plasma screen television on the near wall was turned to the National Broadcasting Channel -- a twenty-four hour news service -- when the anchor there started speaking more loudly.

"We have an update on the Antanjyl situation brewing in the Pacific. At eighteen thirty-two hours, the Kremlin has announced that it has called off the peace conference, due to a 'lack of response from the slave-traders and anti-humanity axis.' The Information Minister has announced that the lack of response was being taken by the Council of Ministers as a guilty plea, and has voted -- with approval from the Holy Tsar -- to aid our loyal ally Pschycotic Pschycos in the blockade of the Antanjyl nation. The Tsar is urging all Dersconis to 'support the soldiers and sailors going overseas as the Eternal Empire embarks on a crusade to save our fellow man against the forces of tyranny.'

In other news, the drug situation in Southern Derscon continues...."


The Admiral and the two Generals just stared at each other as the anchor continued.

"Goddamnit, I was enjoying my vacation, too."

"Ah, well," was the response of General Bogdavlad, as he cashed his chips and put it on his House Tab. "I believe we all have our places to be. Admiral, General?" All three of some of the top military commanders in Derscon stood up and walked out of the Romanov Citadel and to their cars, driving down the highway to the Yaroslavl Naval Base.
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Yaroslavl Naval Base, Island of Hope, Southern Prussian Sea

The three commanders were currently in the office of the Commandant as they were breifed on their missions from the Ministry of Defence officials that flew in from Rekjyavich-Andropov Military City a few hours ago.

When they all recieved their orders, the two Generals departed to the shuttle that would take them up into space to dock on the ODG's they command, while Admiral Zimmerov walked to the elevator that would take him to the dock of the HMS Appolyon, the flagship of R-13:1, the Dersconi Superfleet.

Official Announcement of the Omzian Position in the Conflict
Omzian Ministry of Foreign Affairs

As the Omzian nation continues to watch on at the battle between conscience and the evils of human slavery, we cannot help but to continue our show of moral support for Scandavian States in their valiant effort of curbing such a disgrace that have infested certain narrow-minded leaders. It is in our view a just and credible operation, intended to not only combat this threat that endangers the very existence of innocent human beings, but also unites many different nations of different political and economic orientations into a grand front whilst resisting the wicked practices and demented rituals that is slavery.

Despite our moral support in this matter, it is to our great misfortune that at the current moment we are unable to deploy forces directly to the blockade going on against the savage nation of Antanjyl. A combination of political factors revolving around Omzian military policies and military matters around the readiness of Omzian naval forces for a long-term naval deployment makes the realities of an Omzian deployment doubtable. Further, seeing so much support already for the Scandavian crusade against Antanjyl belligerence and hostile advances toward humanity, we simply see no need to immediately deploy the Omzian military to the conflict at hand.

However, this is about to change. While the Omzian military and government is unwilling to actively participate in the blockade, at the same time the Omzian government cannot and will not tolerate an attack on Scandavian forces in the area. As the two nations are already close allies for a long period of time, through turbulent periods of history, it is to our view imperative that we shall come to assist our allies if they are threatened. Along with this, our previous knowledge of Bandurian aggression and their reckless and devilish assaults against democracy and prosperity of other nations only further reinforces our stand on the matter. An attack on Scandavian forces in the area shall not, and will not, occur without entangling possible Omzian involvement in the matter.

This said, we must continue our moral support for our Scandavian brethren, and advocate peace as the foremost solution to the problem. We praise the efforts undertaken by the nation of Derscon and their steadfast position, along with the show of support for the blockade from other nations. On the other hand, it is also clear that the Bandurian militarists would only have the words of peace fall on their deaf ears - an obvious fact. Their immediate deployment of forces, too quickly to be believable as it already seemed, further provides credence to this assertion that the Omzian government holds.

Thus, it is our only hope that the Bandurian militarists will see the truth in their own erroneous ways, and their disturbing support for the ghastly notion of slavery. We already know that the Bandurian forces are already spread thin, too thin, in fact - with the invasion of Czardas still occurring, entangling a great porportion of Bandurian military forces - so we must urge the Bandurian leaders to see the perilous position that their forces are already in. It is out hope that the Bandurian militarists withdraw their forces immediately, to not only save their own face and whatever credibility they still have on the international stage, but to spare their own men and materiel from horrific destruction and liquidation in the hands of Scandavian and other nations' forces. Further, though the Omzian Navy is in only a reasonable degree of readiness and it will take a considerable degree of time to assemble a credible fleet, the Omzian government on the other hand, will not hesitate to approve a declaration of war against Banduria itself shall they continue their threatening actions and mvoes against Scandavian States - a move that will not result in the Omzian involvement in the blockade directly, but a move that will assist the upcoming direct invasion of Banduria that will be undertaken by our valiant Scandavian allies. The Omzian Defences Forces High Command, and the Omzian Air Force General Staff, will not hesitate to approve a possible plan that will bring the most ghastly destruction in human history to the Bandurian homeland itself, shall the Bandurians insist that their hostile moves against Scandavian forces shall go ahead.

We strongly urge the Bandurians to rethink carefully - if not, the lesson will be spoonfed into the Bandurian leaders by ourselves.

OOC:Wiat... Derscon, did I miss something? I never recall you posting offers to a peace conference. Can you qoute the time you said that.

ALSO! CAN EVERYBODY WAIT FOR ANTNAJYL!?

EDIT: DAMMIT! I LOOKED BACK! A POSSIBLE DIPLOMACY RP! THE POTENTIAL TO HONE MY DIPLOMATIC SKILLS! WASTED!

OOC: Damn you people! Not letting me respond. Jolt was down most of yesterday, and you pull forth all this stuff without my availiability to respond. And SS, I'd like you to say exactly how many ships you have. And it has nothing to do with the fact that I have the ability to launch an ICBM strike on all of them at once. (I am so smooth)

IC:

Message to Derscon

I appologise for my lack of responding. But after so many unprovoked attacks upon my installations from a hypocritical enemy it was imperative that my location would not be given out. The truth is that I have no slaves, and each and every one of my trade partners and nations with soldiers in my territory can vouch for me. For a nation such as Antanjyl to so cleverly hide such a thing as slavery is unthinkable! It would literally require the group effort of millions of people to keep it from reaching the public!

The fact that Scandavian States has so easily tricked all of its allies into invading my poor nation speaks unbridled levels of stupidity within the international community! There is no plausible way to excuse yourselves into believing all of this. I already have full-time soldiers from Maldaathi and Red Tide in my nation, but to allow Scandavian States in, a nation so assuredly violent and against my form of government... Well isn't it obvious why I wouldn't trust them? I think it is.

I would like to go to the Kremlin, but seeing as I can not diffrentiate you from Scandavian's thugs, especially your view of us as slave traders, I would have to send a representative in my place. Though since you've so quickly waived the entire conference as soon as the first blasts against Antanjyl, which hasn't even defended itself yet might I add, I can only see this as fact that your entire conference was only a way to trick myself.

Emperor Galf


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The blasts from Scandavian States, while killing most workers within the radar stations, were marked without much interference. Antanjyl's primary defenses were to prevent missile strikes, and as such the few air bases twenty-five miles from the coast would be easily taken over and destroyed. Most of the more expensive equipment had already been moved to the tunnels.

Deeper underground, all slaves in the nation were quietly rounded up in the middle of each night. They were led to the deepest pits below Antanjyl, where Slave Master Sirius would begin to make short work of them should it ever become apparent that the outsiders would get into the country. To leave no evidence of actual slavery and to achieve a moral higher ground was paramount to Galf. By the second week literally every slave living in Antanjyl, who were all marked with collars, were checked off and below ground. They were raised to be obediant, the ones that weren't were already working in Antanjyl's Coal and Uranium mines. Of course, they too could easily be liquidated just as soon as the time came.

Antanjyl's surface was completely quiet, the thousands of anti-aircraft defenses were still opperable, and had a 100 km kill radius. Along with this were an equal amount of heavily camoflauged rocket loaded artillery. Antanjyl's only port was finally completely barren, though a few APCs still moved through the streets. The reason for Kinshash's abandonment would only become known should they attempt to take Antanjyl's only known port. The Slave Ports were already taken care of and the undersea tunnels were buried. Scandavian States gave Antanjyl more than enough time, and the precision in which every shard of evidence was hidden would astound nearly anyone who had no idea what the government branches' Agency was capable of.

Thanks to Red Tide's help, all naval losses would be minimal, and even with the lumbering Super Dreadnoughts, they would never be able to breach the mountains. Antanjyl was safe, at least for now.

[I'm not going to respond tonight because I'm tired and there's simply too much to do right now. However, I've seen ICBMs mentioned twice now in relation to attacks against ships. Because I don't want to make you all feel like I glassed you without provocation, I'm going to inform you of my policy in regards to ICBMs, which your diplomatic services should be aware of IC.

The Imperium has long regarded any ballistic missile launched against itself to be a nuclear attack. As the Imperium's nuclear doctrine does not allow a "wait and see" attitude, any nuclear assets able to be brought to bear on the offender will launched immediately and without warning.

Further, I remind you that something like 85% of my navy is underway right now. ICBMs face the same inherent difficulties that kinetic weapons do, if not more so because they simply can't be targetted against moving targets. Kinetic weapons from sats can, even if they're inaccurate in the extreme.]

OOC: ICBMs are huge monsters. 90% of the time, they're put into silos that are angled such that determines the direction they are going in. ICBMs generally don't have indepdendant guidance, they're locked onto their targets in advance. Mainly because it takes a LOT of calculations to put them into the right spot. Even modern day ICBMs only have an accuracy of like 500 meters. I don't foresee ANY nation building silos to aim ICBMs at their own territorial waters.

OOC okay ..I call shenanigans
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The Xeno that is a load of utter and total twaddle pulled out of the ether. Silos are not tilted. ALL ICBM's have internal guidance, a V2 had internal guidance for creators sake. Its necessary to be an ICBM. Present targeting circles are about 130 metres for ICBM's such as the Peacekeeper in service today and supposedly similar or much lower for the SS-27 Topol M. The original minuteman could manage a 500 yard accuracy . They could in theory be smaller but they don't have to be, ICBM's could easily have guided missile accuracy’s they simply don't need them. An ICBM's targets usually are pre determined lists not one target and they can easily be altered and must be for different fire missions. In modern terms the amount of calculations necessary to guide an ICBM with a large payload with acceptable accuracy your gameboy could manage easily. Also please remember its not the ICBM which is impacting but the RV which is rarely bigger than a microwave. If you want to see this accuracy here is an image of a Peacekeeper MIRV variant (now retired under the disarmament agreements) RV's (http://www.fas.org/nuke/guide/usa/icbm/Peace_Reentry-kmr.jpg). Remember the missile that did this has a range of greater than six thousand miles and is travelling at mach 20. That spread can be over a few hundred miles if necessary, this was just proving a point about what it could do.

It should be further noted that a fair number of peacekeepers were rigged for railway launch and there launcher cars looked like slightly long standard goods cars (this was discontinued due to security issues). They are also when silo launched usually cold gas launched with an ignition point some 150 feet up massively reducing there initial launch plume and the necessity for large extractor systems within the silo itself.

*post script some older medium and short range Chinese silos were indeed tilted. This does indeed improve there reaction time but is not actually necessary and puts unnecessary strain on the ICBM stack. Given these were first engagement weapons mostly pointing towards the Russian border the tiny saving in time was probably justifiable.*

*The only missile in present service due to treaty with the US is the LGM-30 Minuteman. There are 500 of them. They are all armed with single Nuclear warheads. The G stands for guided. They can be programed to hit any point within range greater than 6000 miles within moments. They started with 3 warheads. Peacekeeper could carry 10. I expect NS missiles to be bigger, faster ,smarter and tougher and given the lack of decomissioning treatise I expect them to be armed with multi megaton warheads and be capable of makeing orbital space (russians had this capacity but by treaty decommisioned the missiles in question) and orbital manouvers (SS-27 Topol M final variant is claimed to be able to do this, its very easy to do ) .*

OOC: So in conclusion, I could theoretically have my ICBMs all aimed at my territorial waters within a moment's notice. If Scandavian States ever suspects that the explosions are nuclear than his nation's staff must not be very well trained, since from the distance we're talking about they would all hit in a very short amount of time. Since most missiles can be taken out by anti-air missiles(Which have ranges of up to 100km present-day), aiming them for the water would give me the best chance of hitting the targets, since they would have less time to intercept.

Encrypted Message to The Scandinvans

As always, any action you take in Antanjyl's benefit will remain completely classified. Most of our royalty will remain underground for the time being, as our enemies are currently blockading our port for some unknown length of time. You may send your supplies whenever you think you can maneuver around them. At that time we will accept them gratiously, from your noble nation.

Signed,
Kaus DebonairEncrypted Message To: Antanjy

Lord Lawrence has now begun shipping the promised supplies to your nation to help you in your war against the Scandinavian Stats. Also he has sent a new weapon called YN-934s to help in the battle. The YN-934 is a high performance fully automatic assault rifle it’s firing rate a minute is 420 bullets, hits accurately up to 400 yards, posses a bayonets, and has a grenade launcher on it. Though the weapon is not yet used by the Scandinvan military it has been completely tested and is a very good weapon to have in a battle, but remember that it is best used in urban warfare and is quite good in both forest and open field battles.

Official Announcement of the United States President

The United States of Allanea has always been a peace-loving nation, now more then ever. However, the United States has also historically always been opposed to the practice of slavery. Under the skies of Yurka, on the shores of Edolia, in the mountains of Axackal, we have always fought for freedom – against communists, against slaveholders, against fascists and religious fanatics.

We will remain committed to destroying the practice of slavery – where-ever it seems to rear it’s ugly head. Today, Congress had granted me the authority to begin military operations aganst Antanjyl. As such, I have ordered the deployment of ten supercarriers and fifty Iowa-N class battleships towards Antanjyl. They are leaving harbor as I give this address.

I know many – including many in my own party – are opposed to this deployment. However, I will note this: We can’t be free – Allanea will not be free – unless we maintain a zero-tolerance stance on slavery. There’s debates on socialism, there’s debates on monarchy, but there’s no debate about slavery. If good and evil exist in this world – then slavery is evil, and destroying it is good – or there is no evil or good left at all.

And if we in Allanea wish to remain free and good, then we must be committed to destroy slavery and evil.

This was my message to the people of Allanea. Now, to the slavers of Andanjyl. We will come after you. We will strike you from the sky with warplanes, and seek you in the streets of your cities with tanks. We will repaint your expensive carpets – paid for with slave labor – with your blood. You will cower in your basements as you hear the footsteps of the Sons of Liberty drawing nearer and nearer.

For the society of slavery is founded on evil, and it is founded on sin. Open your Bibles, people of Andanjyl, and discover what happens to those societies that are founded on evil. For it is written: “And he overthrew those cities, and all the plain, and all the inhabitants of the cities, and that which grew upon the ground.” This is what will happen to the society of slavery. This what always happens to those societies. Remember Atlanta. Remember Hamburg. Remember Hiroshima. Remember Yurka.

And if you do not surrender now – do not wonder what is it that brought it on you when the Scandavians and the Allaneans and the others who fight for Liberty will bring down your society, and burn your seats of power and your courts and the homes of the wealthy who strive on this slave trade, do not call out to the Lord, and do not ask ‘Lord, what hast thou forsaken us for?’ – for it is you that have forsaken Him and His Liberty, when you decided you could own a human being. It was then you decided your fate, and it is sealed. Only by renouncing slavery can you be saved.

He pauses.

It is all. I have nothing to add. Good night, Antanjylians. Good night, Scandavians. Good night, my fellow citizens.

And may God bless Allanea!


OOC:
This holds average stats about my navy (http://s6.invisionfree.com/OHS/index.php?showtopic=604&view=findpost&p=3460159)

[ooc: Scandavian States: I'm guessing Banduria to be about 400-500 km from Antanjyl.]

Lord Antor Sampetra read through the new messages flooding his inbox, then looked up and smiled slightly, his hawklike face scanning the other people who had filed into his office as he was reading.

Supreme Admiral Estar, Air Marshal Ilkogar, Prince-Archon Arius Krytanzes, and Emperor Lucius I himself... altogether that put the five most powerful people in the Imperium in the same room. Only one person was missing, the shadowy Intelligence Minister Lui Amovsky, who was overseeing an assignment in Dornuva.

Lucius spoke first. "Well, Antor, what do we have?"

"Let's see... Scandavian States appears to be responding by moving part of their fleet perpendicular to ours, so I'm taking that as they don't want to surrender. Also, we have satellite intel stating that they seem to be mobilizing part of their navy, what appears to be well over two thousand vessels..."

Lucius nodded curtly. "Very good work, Antor. What else?"

"The Omzians are pledging support to the Scandavians if they are attacked... hmmm... apparently they think that because of our forces in Czardas we're too weak to sustain another war."

For a brief moment the room erupted in laughter. Even Lucius gave a wry smile. "Lack of intel again... or the very arrogance they think we're guilty of. I'll tell Charles to draft a message for them."

"Any other news?" Estar asked.

"Psychotians moving in to reinforce the blockade... a pity that, they were a good and sensible capitalist nation up till now..." The words of regret, in Sampetra's iron voice, seemed to have almost no meaning at all. "Red Tide's helping us, and there are Fourspadesians (?) preying on Scandavian merchant ships. That's all we've gotten so far."

"Very well," said Lucius. "Lord Sampetra, order all cruise missile silos and suicide satellite uplinks brought to bear on the Scandavian fleet. Admiral Estar, order the launch of the first attack as soon as the fleet is in range. Marshal Ilkogar, co-ordinate land-based air assets with naval-based. Also, mobilise all Imperial Guard units for war. I think it's time for the Scandavians and their allies to learn that there are some nations they shouldn't mess with."

As Lucius's orders were carried out—one of the largest mobilisations in Bandurian history, with thousands of ships taken out of port, aircrafts taking off all over the country, Legionnaires reporting in for duty and part of Banduria's 40 million-strong reserves being mobilised as well in the unlikely event that the war ever came to land, messages were sent out to the various nations requiring them.

Official Imperial Communiqué to Scandavian States

Seeing as you have not heeded our words, we will force you to. You may have thought us arrogant—in fact, almost undeniably so—but you will find, in fact, that our message was quite a reasonable estimation—indeed, an underestimation—of our own capabilities. Any thought of our arrogance is simply a reflection of your own. Remember that in the world of warfare, size is not everything...

Charles Perian
Minister for Foreign Affairs

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Official Imperial Communiqué to Omz222

We admire your peaceable attitude towards this situation. But know then that the Bandurian home island is far better defended than you seem to think, and our naval, aerial, and ground forces encompass much more than the fleet deployed to Czardas. We would advise you and your allies, in the strongest possible terms, not to invade the Imperium of Banduria, else you will find defences that make Automagfreek and its ilk look tame. The probability of total annihilation for both your military assets and the entire civilian population of your nations will also not be shirked from if you seek to attack Banduria. You have been warned.

Tread carefully, for you are walking straight into the deepest reaches of hell, from which no enemy of Banduria can ever escape...

Charles Perian
Minister for Foreign Affairs

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As soon as the Bandurian task force reached range to attack the Scandavian fleet, or about 400 km, it proceeded to do so at once. The eight VLS tubes of five of the ten arsenal configured cruisers opened immediately, launching 2,560 anti-shipping missiles into the air, arching through the sky towards the Scandavian ships.

Meanwhile, UUVs were deployed from atop the Bandurian submarines which had halted in torpedo range; the small vehicles were too small to detect on any but the strongest SONARs. Within minutes their own SONAR began picking up Scandavian submarines, and the 160 Lernea-class SSNs began launching torpedoes as soon as another submarine was detected. All in all 1,280 torpedoes were launched at the nearest detected Scandavian submarines. Due to the short range of UUVs, this amounted to only about half of the total submersible Scandavian force, but it was enough for an initial strike.

The torpedoes, upon launch, descended to below 800 m, well out of most SONAR range—guided by up-to-date SONAR equipment and GPALS to avoid crashing into underwater ridges—and continued to shoot along underwater until reaching their targets, when the main engines shut off and an auxiliary underwater RAMjet engine fired up, shooting the torpedoes upwards into the belly of their targets. The estimated reaction time was under five seconds, and with almost three torpedoes per enemy submarine, averting total destruction would require a miracle. Or a state-of-the-art countermeasure system so advanced that the Imperium had never heard of it... which was unlikely considering its military prowess.*

The five 24" guns [ooc: ok, so they're not rotary... I'll just have to take off a few SAMs then to make up for the extra space, meh] and long-range railguns also opened with a barrage of shells towards the Scandavian fleet, propelling dozens of massive shells into the air. This barrage was targeted at enemy capital ships and carriers. Railguns and other cannons atop the battleships also came to life, lobbing projectiles towards enemy ships.

[ooc: I don't know too much about the ranges of shells and railguns, so if any of these are unacceptable just let me know and I'll edit it.]

However, the barrage was far from over. The missile drums on the sides of the thirty destroyers, launching a total of 64 sea skimming tungsten core anti-shipping missiles each, for a total of 1,920 missiles, each one capable of blasting a gaping hole in a Super Dreadnaught. The Scandavian fleet would have its hands full.*

Even as the fleet opened the first shots of battle, the cruise missile silos on land were opening as well, aimed this time towards the Psychotian fleet. From each of six silos along the western coast of Banduria, 200 cruise missiles roared into the air in groups of four—the last missiles leaving the silos almost seven minutes after the barrage began, exiting the atmosphere and cruising through the sky at Mach 2.7. Upon reaching their targets, the missiles would angle downwards and scream towards their targets, the pure kinetic energy of traveling at Mach 12 by the time they reached their targets serving as well as their explosives to devastate the enemy fleet. With the large blast radius of the explosive bursts, the missiles would destroy something even if the ships managed to maneuver out of the way in time, or at least dent armour... soon there were 1,200 missiles screaming towards the Psychotian fleet...

Finally, elements of Banduria's strategic arsenal were brought to bear on Scandavian States and Omz222, in case it proved necessary. It was unlikely... Banduria could do enough damage with its more conventional weapons anyway.

* This is the IC opinion of my generals who of course -are- arrogant... so it's fine if you wipe out a fleet or two, it might teach them some caution at least. Likewise, I know that Scandavian States could probably kick my a** in a straight conflict...

OOC: Oh! Hello. It does seem that ya'll want a conference, then...
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Message to Red Tide and Antanjyl, Broadcast to the World

I apologize -- we were unaware of your international communication problems, so we took your lack of response as a guilty plea. It is clear that this is in fact not the case, hence the Tsar is willing to re-extend the summit invitation, under the guise that all sides engage in a temporary cease-fire during the conference.

The Tsar awaits all of your responses.

Count Franz von Papen
Foreign Minister to the Tsar
The Divine Prussian Empire of Derscon

In the meanwhile, the Allanean ships moved, slowly, but surely, towards it’s targets. First moved the Iowa-N warships – the ancient Iowa rebuilt with pebble-bed nuclear reactors, bristling with modernised firepower. Nine of them came ahead, shielding the First Fleet from any harm.

They were known as the Nine Justices battlegroup – the USS Antonin Scalia, Samuel Alito, William Rehnquist, Clarence Thomas, John Roberts, Janice Roger Brown, Willis Van Devanter, Pierce Butler, and Clark McReynolds. Sometimes, they were also known as “the Dream Team” – though never in any official naval papers.

Behind them, ten supercarriers followed. These carried 1,000 F/A-18 Strike Hornets – the fabled Charlton Heston Air Armada. This meant the supercarriers were loaded with less aircraft they could manage – but compensated for it with more bombs and fuel. The names of the aircraft were almost equally ominious for the Bandorians, Antanjylians, and their allies – they were named the USS Unbridled Violence, Unrestrained Devastation, Absolute Justice, Deforestator, Mutilator, Eviscerator, Decapitator, Strip-Logger, Deurbanizer and Depopulator.. Behind them, 41 more Iowa-N’s followed.

They were going towads Banduria and Antanjyl. Soon, they would pay for their acts.

OOC:ALLANEA! OH GOD! NOT YOU!

IC:Official Statement From Red Tide Goverment
"In the interests of peace, we accept the cease-fire and are willing to attend the conference. We will send General Koneiv Murmansk to the meeting IF, and only IF, the Scandinavians accept."
End Message

Somewhere over the Pacific...

The Tu-22RTs and Tu-95RTs were lumbering along when the recall code came in. The lead planes(which was a Tu-95) pilot recieved the recall code and broke radio silence, which didnt really mean anything given the heavily encrypted nature of Red Tide Military communications.

"This is RAID-1, we have XJ9, I say again, XJ9."

The planes turned around and began to head back towards Red Tide.

Lord High Imperator Yriel analyses the reports of the transpiring conflict, and beckons an aide to his desk, informing him to send envoys to both protagonist nations. He was determined to see his nation profit from this affair, if it meant all out war.....

Official commuique to Antanjyl: In response to the deplorable assualt upon your nation, we declare ourself to be sympathetic to your cause, an dpledge any aid, of any manner, that you may deem necessary for the prosecution of the current conflict, and have dispatched three task forces, comprising some 50 cumlative naval vessels, to intervene presently, and have 9 divisions mobilised if required.

Controversial Comments Garner Both Support and Anger
Omzian IVP News

OSARIA (IVP) - The tensions between the Omzian government and Banduria, in addition to the reactions to the Omzian announcement back at home, further intensified Sunday when Air Marshal Kolens Yonkazie, the Chief of the Air Force Global Strategic Air Command, made a series of direct remarks and threats against Banduria in an official interview by Tonobren News. The comments, which came after a series of exchanges of words between the Omzian and Bandurian governments, garnered approval from some military members, while provoking outrage from infuriated peace organizations.

"If the Bandurian imperialists-fascists shall dare to make a further advancement towards our Scandavian allies, then the consequences would most certainly prove not only overwhelming, but liquefying, for their leaders and their economic capacity," Yonkanzie said during the interview, which was conducted late Saturday. "The Omzian government, along with the entirety of the Omzian Defence Forces, is willing to act swiftly and decisively to put an end to this ongoing dispute at hand. We shall or shall not include the possibility of direct attacks against Fortress Banduria [refering to the Bandurian homeland]."

While the first remarks carried only subtle hints, later remarks would prove to be otherwise. "As you probably know, the Bandurians themselves have already threatened us with so-called 'total destruction' and the deaths of millions of our people. This threat only confirms both the fascists' true intentions and their unfounded foolishness. I've conveyed my concerns with [Field Marshal] Ronan [Chief of the Air Defence Command], and we both agree that the fascists may either back or not back up their threats," he continued. "If the Bandurians do try to carry out this threat with any kind of force - full force, harrassment attacks, and so on - against the Omzian homeland, then I will see to having their entire economic, political, and cultural centres incinerated. If one Bandurian bomb lands on any part of the Omzian homeland, the entire blot that is Banduria will be erased off from the map. next time when Omzian Geography updates their world map, Banduria will no longer exist."

The comments had provoked a range of further commentaries, from senior military staff members and certain political figureheads. Five Generals in the Omzian Air Force then anonymously issued their approval of the Air Marshal's comments, while Field Marshal Hogan of the High Command did not dismiss "the possibility of an extended strategic front against the nation [of Banduria]." On the other hand, many political leaders and figures, including those in the Foreign Affairs Ministry, have been largely silent. During an emergency Parliament session on early Sunday however, Member of Parliament Jorgaz Hongares (PC, Tonbreskieyanzie Riding) called the comments "disgusting and out of context", while a prominent member of the Parliament's Defence Subcommittee, MP Konoz Logarskie (NDP, Hagrasporte) referred to the comments as being "misunderstood".

As the comments continue to fly between the two sides, civilian observers and analysts however have noted an assortment of new activities within the Omzian Forces, especially the Omzian Air Force. "Despite the government's bargain for a diplomatic approach to the conflict, it is obvious that the Bandurians, for some reason or another, is unwilling to see it happen. My guess is that war will be a possibility," a senior analyst of the Wilkensen Institute commented.

In the meanwhile, small protests were organized all across the nation, mainly to protest the Omzian government's moves and remarks while calling for "an unconditional withdrawal". "It is deplorable that our leaders are willing to engage in yet anoter armed conflict," a protestor in Osaria said. "The so-called 'Omzian Defence Forces', in itself is an oxymoron."

[WHAT THE FUCK, BANDURIA?! I told you not to attack until I could properly respond towards your movements! For your information, your fleets have been in attack range from the get-go and had I been provided that information like any decent RPer would have, you wouldn't have gotten within range without being subject to massive gun and missile fire the second I realized you had hostile intentions.

Further, there's so much wrong with your sub attack I'm seriously debating just out and out ignoring your actions in this thread. Your subs somehow magically move into launch range and attack without even giving my a chance to respond, all the while making assumptions about my equipment when you haven't even consulted me. You don't even RP detecting my subs, which I shall inform you would be extremely hard with passive sonar because of the quieting technologies my submarines use. But, again, you didn't consult and you made assumptions about out comparitive abilities that are extraordinarily wrong.

So here's what you're going to do. You're actually going to rewrite the submarine portion so that it's realistic. That includes detection, setting up firing solutions, manuevering, and all that crap. If you don't do it, I'm going to assume that it was a blind launch and treat it accordingly. If you don't know how, actually ask around and you'll find several people here who are quite knowledgeable about naval warfare.

Also, NOBODY ELSE POST UNTIL I CAN DEAL WITH ALL THE ATTACKS. I obviously failed to make it clear last night that I anticipated a rather long post and needed the time to do it properly. I'm going to the movies. I shall post when I get back. And I swear to God if anybody posts while I'm gone this entire thread will be retconned and be started over. CLOSED!]

[WHAT THE FUCK, BANDURIA?! I told you not to attack until I could properly respond towards your movements! For your information, your fleets have been in attack range from the get-go and had I been provided that information like any decent RPer would have, you wouldn't have gotten within range without being subject to massive gun and missile fire the second I realized you had hostile intentions.

Further, there's so much wrong with your sub attack I'm seriously debating just out and out ignoring your actions in this thread. Your subs somehow magically move into launch range and attack without even giving my a chance to respond, all the while making assumptions about my equipment when you haven't even consulted me. You don't even RP detecting my subs, which I shall inform you would be extremely hard with passive sonar because of the quieting technologies my submarines use. But, again, you didn't consult and you made assumptions about out comparitive abilities that are extraordinarily wrong.

So here's what you're going to do. You're actually going to rewrite the submarine portion so that it's realistic. That includes detection, setting up firing solutions, manuevering, and all that crap. If you don't do it, I'm going to assume that it was a blind launch and treat it accordingly. If you don't know how, actually ask around and you'll find several people here who are quite knowledgeable about naval warfare.

Also, NOBODY ELSE POST UNTIL I CAN DEAL WITH ALL THE ATTACKS. I obviously failed to make it clear last night that I anticipated a rather long post and needed the time to do it properly. I'm going to the movies. I shall post when I get back. And I swear to God if anybody posts while I'm gone this entire thread will be retconned and be started over. CLOSED!]

OOC: *clap*

ICS Honor's Bridge...

"Admiral!! Enemy fire! Enemy fire!!" The urgent call echoed up from the CIC to Yamamoto's ears. An eerie hush fell over the bridge.

"What's the status?" Yamamoto yelled back.

"1200 cruise missiles, reenter-ers from the looks!"

Yamamoto strode over to one of the computer banks on the bridge and pulled a switch. Instantly, red light bathed the bridge, and alarms began to ring throught the ship. He picked up a microphone and spoke into it, "All hands, General Quarters, all hands, General Quarters!"

Admiral Starwin ran up the ladder from the CIC, "sir, what'll we do??"

"Calm down admiral." Yamamoto switched on a RTD on one of the computers and took quick stock of the situation. "Our left flank is in the crosshairs. Call down to the missile bays. Get the long-range Patriots deployed. Call all other capitol ships and tell them to do the same. Just program general areas for them to detonate. Call the Aegis Cruisers. Have them deploy the anti-missile rockets. Finally, get all CIWS batteries pointed skyward."

"Sir, yes Sir!" Starwin made the ordered calls, and soon, the ship was jarring as the long range patriot missiles were being flung skyward. Gazing out from the bridge, they could see white streaks shooting up from the other large ships in the force.

In all 300 missiles reached up to stop the impending enemy strike, coming in waves to counteract the opposing strategy. In a cataclismic clash, the two forces met, explosions rocking the sky. Few actually collided, but thanks to the programing, the Patriots detonated in the midst of the clouds of missiles, shrapnel flying out and striking the enemy missiles, destroying many of them.

Back on the surface, rocket tubes on the Aegis CIWS Cruisers aimed upward and began firing in rapid succession, each of the 82 ships putting up roughly one hundred of these miniature rockets, again in waves. These met up with the cruise missiles halfway through the atmosphere. The cloud of rockets devestating the missile force through sheer numbers, the explosions and shrapnel affecting more than just the hit missiles. But it left nearly 400 missiles to go through. These last missiles met up with a giant wall of 75mm gatling CIWS fire from the ships in the targetted area. The ships had, by this time, scattered across a much wider area to minimize damage to the force. However, they were still able to put up massive amounts of flak and CIWS fire. This final wall succeded in stopping scores upon scores of the missiles through wave after wave.

Admirals Yamamoto and Starwin stood at the windscreen, staring out at the distant horizon. There, right at the edge of the world, the blue sky was dimmed by grey, the wall of lead. Higher up, small orange and yellow flashes indicated the missiles being stopped. Suddenly, larger orange, red, and yellow flashes lit up at the edge of the horizon.

"Sir, we've lost ships on the left flank. Twenty Aegis confirmed lost. 8 Valor Battlecruisers confirmed lost. We've been unable to account for 5 Zimmermann Dreadnaughts, and an Arkhangel Dual-Carrier, the Hokkido, reports that she's on fire and listing heavily to starboard. The captain doesn't think she's going to make it, but the crew's trying to save her," came the report from the CIC. Yamamoto sighed.

"We got off easy. Report back to the Shogun immediately. I think he'll want to know about this."
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PPNN 6:05 News,
Special Broadcast from the Imperial Castle....

A podium bearing the royal family's coat of arms stood on the stage. Behind it, against a red-curtained wall, were two battleflags, also bearing the coat of arms, stradling the national flag. There was a low buzz from the group of reporters in front of the stage. They knew that there was military action in the region of Antanjyl, but they had no clue on the details, which had been withheld by the government. Even worse, the shogun had called a press conference. This happened only rarely, and it usually meant bad things were happening. Finally, a man appeared on stage. "Ladies and Gentlemen," he said, addressing the crowd, "may I present to you His Excellency, Shogun Himura Kenshin." He bowed and moved off the stage to the right, while the shogun walked on to the stage from the left.

"Good evening people of the shogunate. As many of you may know, we are currently experiencing military action in the region of Antanjyl. We have found them to be in the practice of human slave trading. While it is not our concern if they do so in their own nation, they have been trying to spread it to the international community. This is unacceptable. As such, we joined in a blockade of their nation with the country of Scandavian States. Recently, the nation of Banduria, seeing us as an imperialistic force, fired on us unprovoked. The loss of life is great." He paused, allowing the words to echo across the airwaves. "This cannot be ignored. The attack was unprovoked. We did not antagonize their forces in any way. We were there for one purpose, to halt the movment of slave ships. We had zero contact with Banduria.

"And so, we have one final resolution to make now with these actions. And that is: we hereby formaly declare WAR on the nation of Banduria. Any of their forces in the area of our blockade will come under attack immediately. We are dispatching more ships to the area to free up some for attacks on the Bandurian fleets. That is all. Thank you and goodnight."

Shogun Himura left the stage to a tumult of noise. Reporters were trying to innundate him with questions, but he ignored each and every one of them. Off stage, a laptop was waiting for him.

Psi-Pso ICBM System:

Selected Missiles: 300

Current Payload: 26 Re-entry Warheads

Current Warhead Armarment: White Phosphorous Incindenary Devices

Target: 200 Bandurian Capitol; 100 Bandurian Fleets--Antanjyl Region

Password: *****-****-******
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Password Accepted; Firing Commencing...................

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OOC: So sorry SS, I was writing this while you posted. DIdn't see your commment.

1,000 kilometers from Antanjyl’s shore

The Charlton Heston Air Armada was the most elite air unit in Allanean history. When an aircraft was replaced or decommissioned, the commanders always transferred as many parts as possible – even if it was just the seat – to the new plane, numbered it with the number of the old one, and transferred the kill markings to the new fuselage. This way, they established a continuity. To the Allaneans, plane #455 in the Armada was the same #455 that fought in the skies of Yurka, and the same #455 that fought over Axackal, and so forth. And the pilot who sat behind the controls of the #455 knew he had better not fail.

The person behind the controls of the CHA-455 today was Captain Daniel Roberts, a young Jewish man with well-groomed payees and a happy smile. Now, he was standing on the deck of the Mutilator, a set of tfilin wrapped around his left arm, saying his morning prayers. On the horizon, the sun was rising.

Blessed be the Lord,
Our God and the God of Our Fathers,
God of Abraham, God of Isaak, God of Jacob…

The prayer continued, and as Daniel continued, his team members stood by and waited. They were all different – as it happens, Allanea is a diverse culture, religiously and otherwise. Five were agnostics, one was a practicing Branch Davidian, and three were evangelicals. The mission, Allaneans thought, would wait. A person who was at peace with his God would be a better soldier when he sat in the seat of his jet a few minutes later.

As the 100 Allanean strike fighters tore off the carriers and sped towards Antanjyl, each carrying two long-range cruise missiles, two air-to-air missiles, and a an extended fuel tank, it was obvious this applied well to Daniel – the commander of the small unit. As they passed over the battlegroup, they were joined by 150 more fighters, those carrying four air-to-air missiles and no air-to-ground loadout. Their job was to guard the main 100 planes

This is four-five-five to Mother, going very low, trying to get under their radar, let’s hope this one works out, over.

Back on board the Mutilator, a punk-musician-turned-navy-officer (you could tell by the hair) – reached for the receiver. Four-five-five, this is Mother, you’re going only 100 meters from sea level, you’re golden, over.

As the small Allanean airwing sped towards the nearest Antanjylian city, the Allaneans sent out an encoded message to the Psychotic navy.

Dear friends, we have aircraft coming their way at the following vector: [xxxx]. Just so you don’t take us for an enemy. Good luck in the good fight!

[Here's how it's going to be, Banduria. I'm going to deal with everybody else's actions and your missile attack. Then I'm stepping out the door to go eat and watch a movie. If your submarine action isn't addressed properly, I'm just going to treat it as a dumb launch. I'm half-tempted to teach you a lesson about proper RP right now, but if IDF can be redeemed then so can you. This is your only easy way out, after that it becomes really hard. Oh, and 24" guns aren't capable of that range, even if you had some magic guidance system that would allow for even half-accurate targetting.]


Nervous laughter rippled up and down the flag bridge when the Bandurians launched their missile attack. Imperial fleets a tenth the size of the one now under attack had been involved in cruise missile exchanges in the tens of thousands, a couple thousand wasn't anything to be truly scared of. The Bandurians had also made the mistake of firing their missiles in penny packets instead of a large time-on-target launch that might have resulted in a few leakers.

The first salvo was universally slaughtered by SAM fire. Whatever the Bandurians might have thought, the missiles were slow compared to those the Imperial Navy had faced and fielded. The fire control aboard IN ships was designed to target RVs from ballistic missiles during the re-entry phase, speeds that no cruise missile could hope to match. A single squadron of cruisers matched the two thousand plus Bandurian cruise missiles with six thousand plus of their own long-range SAMs, which more than made up for the occassional miss.

The sea-skimmers weren't much of a surprise, given the satellite coverage and wave-skimming OTH radars that provided plenty of warning. A single Gehenna class SD had enough point defense missiles in its eighty some Mk45 CAMDS that it could engage fully a third the number of the second wave before they ever got to engagement range. But, when you considered that ASTF 1 had over a thousand ships, all who knew the sea-skimmer were coming, the results were rather predictable.

The railgun fire was somewhat more dangerous, but at such ludicrous ranges it was also rather inaccurate. The Galicia class had rail mortars able to match the range, but it was decided to just steamroll the Bandurian fleet rather than make the mistake their enemies were.

As the last of the Bandurian missiles were knocked down Admiral DeSoto quirked a half-smile, "Let's show these assholes how it's really done. Signal the battlecruiser squadrons, 'Flush magazines against designated surface targets on my mark two, ballistic profile only.' Signal fleet flagships, 'Launch attack missiles on my mark one, sea-skimming profile only.'"

The Flag Communications Officer nodded and sent the message, "All ships acknowledge, Fleet Admiral. All ships report readiness to begin attack."

"Mark one," came the short reply.

Eight ships in a task force emptied half their VLS cells over a time span of 144 seconds. In that minute and a half, 18,342 missiles briefly popped up to clear the fleet and then slide down to an elevation of no more than ten meters. Every twelth missile was an EW bird, almost exactly like its other cousins except that its "warhead" was in fact a very sophisticated EW package. When the salvo entered the radar horizon of the Bandurian ships, the enemy would find that its radar read that for every EW bird it read five ASCMs that didn't exist at all. The EW package was so good, in fact, that there didn't appear to be an jamming or other electronic trickery, which was why it so often succeeded against the most capable of enemies. However, the real danger were the 16,896 real ASCMs that had nine hundred kilogram warheads and were coming in at excess of mach three.

Once the first wave reached a certain point in their attack run the Desoto said, "Mark two."

This time it was different. The old battlecruisers had 96-cell blocks, which meant that its full load would be fired faster than the fleet flagships had. What was also different were the missiles, the flight profiles, the speeds involved, and the weight of fire. In just over a minute and a half 55,296 missiles were fired from the battlecruisers and climbed to a height of roughly eighty thousand feet and accelerated to a speed of over mach five, although they would hit mach six when they started their terminal dive. The one in twelve rule applied to this salvo as well, but that meant fifty thousand six hundred and eighty-eight missiles were the real deal. Not only was the SSM-503 twice as fast, it also had a warhead twice as heavy.

The two waves would meet their target at exactly the same time, which would present the Bandurians with a pick and choose situation, where either choice would end in death. It would have been impossible for an Imperial fleet even the size of ASTF 1 to not take terrible losses against a missile attack like the one it had just launched, which meant the Bandurians were in it deep. Death was coming on a pale horse, and He wouldn't be denied.

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A broadcast was being shown within the Imperium and transmitted to all the involved parties. The Empress was speaking and anybody with half a head would listen, "People of the world and especially those who have involved themselves in this conflict, listen carefully. The Bandurian Navy has seen fit to attack Anti-Slavery Task Force One. Because they were so blindingly obvious about it, Admiral DeSoto was prepared and reorganized his units to meet the Bandurians before any shots were fired. In the opening engagement, the Bandurians fired nearly forty-five hundred missiles, no doubt that was their idea of an unstopable attack. Unfortunately for them, smaller Imperial fleets have been on the wrong side of worse and survived; all enemy missiles were destroyed with no losses. In return, Admiral DeSoto fired over seventy thousand missiles. While I do not know the current status of the Bandurian fleet, I personally have no doubt that if it wasn't completely destroyed, it is most certainly living on borrowed time.

"Now, I address the Bandurian government and its people directly. Know this, what ASTF 1 has accomplished isn't even a half of what it's capable of. Furthermore, Task Force 3, which is twice the strength of ASTF 1, is currently underway and sailing towards the region under the command of First Sea Lord Jorgensen. It has orders to anhilate whatever ASTF 1 and 2 have not taken out and to also continue towards Banduria proper to destroy any and all military assets and general infrastructure. For those of you who don't understand what I mean, Banduria will be a nation of cavemen when TF 3 is done.

"And to the world at large, let this be a lesson. Do not anger the Imperium, you won't like what happens when you do."

Approximately 150 miles south-west of the conflict

The Felucan Second Fleet was still approaching. From radio transmissions and radar analysis, a general idea of what was happening could be garnered. It seemed the anti-slavery taskforce was under attack. A dozen SH-1 Ace ASW helicopters were launched to ride shotgun on the fleet. The SH-1s lowered sonar and listening arrays into the water and hovered at various points around the fleet, actively scanning, listening, pinging for submerged contacts.

Onboard the Second Fleet's flagship CCG3 Sapphire, Captain Adama, an anthro badger, stood with his arms folded over his chest, staring out the windows at the open sea. Around him other sailors were at work. The ship's XO stepped up and saluted, "Sir, we've deployed our anti-submarine screen. Judging by all of the contact ahead they're really going at each other." Captain Adama nodded his head, rubbing his whiskers.

"Very well, commence operations." Adama rumbled in his deep, grizzled voice.

Most of the ships would not fire. Rather, sophisticated radar systems searching for inbound targets while their weapon systems remain ready for interception of inbound attacks.

The Sapphire's VLS banks opened up, and one per second, Archer cruise missiles rippled free.

Throughout the fleet, several destroyers were doing the same. In total, 48 Archer cruise missiles would go streaking north-east at approximately Mach 5.5 to close range on the Bandurian fleet. The missiles are in clusters of 4, 12 clusters, each cluster targeting an individual ship.

ial Statement
"Since it appears that the so-called 'humanitarian allies' refuse to honor the cease fire, we can only presume that they have no intention of being 'humanitarian'. They were the ones who started this conflict after all, by blockading a nation accused of slavery(innocent of course) and proceeding to shoot down a civilian aircraft without any warning. Why so many nations are rallying to these violators of the soveriegn nations? Probably because they wish to kill the Antanjylian people also. They do not have any morality, despite what they claim, and have embarked on a 'righteous crusade' which, as is overwhelmingly evident, is not as righteous as proclaimed. Therefore the cease-fire is null and void."
End Message

Over the Pacific
The aircraft were halfway back when the cancel abort call came in. Tanker aircraft were sent out to greet them and after topping off their tanks, the Tu-22s and Tu-95s flew north again.

[[Allanea, are you attacking my only port city of Kinshash, or the island Muahna? If yuo go inward you'll have to contend with mountain ranges, since Antanjyl is essentially built into one. If that happens you'll probably be detected by radar and literally hundreds of my camoflauged Anti-air batteries would begin firing at once. Please note, Antanjyl never said we had slave, and so far there is no actual proof of such claims. The only proof SS had was an exploding ship in one of his ports.

In fact, I haven't directly launched a single attack as of yet. After all, Slavery has been illegal in Antanjyl for the last century, and any incriminating evidence has already been taken care of. ^_~]]

Official Message to Scandavian States and allies

The nation of Antanjyl implores you to listen to reason, and agree to the summit in Derscon. We have done nothing wrong, and any proof of slavery you have is almost indefinately falsified by yourselves. During your blockade you have already ruthlessly wiped out numerous radar centers, killing dozens of civilian workers during your 'blockade'. As of yet we have not fired a single shot at your fleet, and without any evidence you bring forth such misguided nations as Allanea and Psychotic Psychoes.

However, I suppose our allies in Red Tide are correct in the assumption that this is merely a genocide of imperialistic action to take control. Without any proof you attack my innocent people under the falsehood of a blockade. Despite my best efforts to talk reason with you, you simply brought forward more of your mercantile allies. Antanjyl will never attack your fleets and give you reason to harm us, however, any that move into Antanjyl itself will be wiped out defensively.

We regret your refusal to reason, as it is no doubt proof that your ruler is a warmongerer, with no more right to lead than a serial killer.

Sincerely,
Emperor Galf

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Message to The Blessed Chris

We thank you for your bravery against the brutal regimes attempting to wipe our people out, in what can only be considered an act of unsolicited genocide. With false evidence they have brought other foolish nations to their cause, but despite this nations such as yourselves have seen past these lies and glimpsed the truth. We would be honored and accept any help you will offer. May the gods watch over your people always.

Daemon Farwell,
Foreign Minister

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Official Message to Derscom

Though your efforts were noble, it appears that now you can see that Scandavian States' motives are unfounded, thus they continue to attack without cause. My allies have attempted to defend my poor nation from these barbarians, which has only put them under the knife of the heartless regimes. It was a noble effort, and we thank you for being one of the few nations speaking sense in such a dark time.

Sincerely,
Emperor Galf

OOC: I intend to attack by launching the missiles when the planes are still over the sea. This post will make it all clear.


IC:

Aboard the Allanean Aircraft

“Sir, we’re 80 kilometers from Kinshash.”

“Very well. “ – said Daniel. “Don’t go further. Missiles, ready.”

One after one, Allanean pilots activated their cruise missile controls, choosing whatever looked like industrial targets on the Antanjyl shore – power plants, water facilities, and railroad junctions.

“Sire, sixty five kilometers!”

“Launch.”

As the aircraft were forty kilometers away from Kinshash, each of them launched it’s missiles, targeting the infrastructure keypoints of the city (or what the Allanean sattelite mappers took for such) with 100 high-explosive and 100 FAE missiles. This was an attempt to deprive the locals of electricity, water, rail, and amenities. It remained to see if it wold work.

The pilots would not remain to watch it. They broke off and turned as they hit the distance of 100km.

ial Statement
"Since it appears that the so-called 'humanitarian allies' refuse to honor the cease fire, we can only presume that they have no intention of being 'humanitarian'. They were the ones who started this conflict after all, by blockading a nation accused of slavery(innocent of course) and proceeding to shoot down a civilian aircraft without any warning. Why so many nations are rallying to these violators of the soveriegn nations? Probably because they wish to kill the Antanjylian people also. They do not have any morality, despite what they claim, and have embarked on a 'righteous crusade' which, as is overwhelmingly evident, is not as righteous as proclaimed. Therefore the cease-fire is null and void."
End Message

"We have every attention of attending a peace conference. However, due to the fact that Banduria has seen fit to attack us whilst we showed no intention of attacking or harming them, we have no choice but to defend our selves. We shall certainly attend a peace conference with you and all parties involved, but as long as someone is shooting at us, we must fire back. We also urge Antanjyl and Banduria to attend this for everyone's best intrests. We want no more sailors of our navy to die.

"We are in no way interested in imperialistic actions within the nation of Antanjyl. There is nothing there of interest to us. We do, however, have overwhemling evidence of an international slave trade. While we do not care if they have slaves within their own nation, we do care if it is brought into international waters where it is no longer an institution with the soverign nation. Therefore, we shall maintain a blockade with our ships in open water. We shall stop Antanjyl and Red Tide ships, along with any other inbound ships and check for slaves. If there are none, the ship shall pass freely. If there are, the "cargo" shall be siezed and the crew, ship, and remaining cargo shall be allowed to peaceably continue on. If Antanjyl will come to the Dersconi peace conference. We would be more than glad to see if we could come up with a plan that pleases all parties. Also, to the nation of Antanjyl, do not say that we were brought here by Scandavian States. We are here of our own free will. We are not, as far as we know, formally allied with them. Ergo, we will come and go as we see fit. Thank you and good night."

OOC: Kinshash was abandoned by the civilians awhile ago. The only people there currently are military personel driving around in APCs to scout for possible invasion forces. Most of the more expensive things were wrapped up and removed anyways. Theres a reason for the abandonment though, and I did have well over two weeks warning before the blockade began.

IC: There were numerous large explosions as the slums of Kinshash lit up, numerous explosions ripping through the automotive factory, seafood processing plant, and the three coal power plants. The explosions were immense, and the surrounding slums quickly lit ablaze. Due to the smoke, it was hard to tell, however the only people still in those sections of the city were the derelects and those who couldn't be evacuated. The military personel in the city, mainly in APCs centered around numerous underground railroad stations, did absoluetely nothing as the immense buildings collapsed in on themselves. They had their orders, and should the fires come to close to their locations one of the numerous snow storms would eventually put this out, if not they had more than enough explosives underground to take care of the blaze.

All over Antanjyl, in the underground portions of the city of Muahna, to the cities of Holy Gibbot, Holy Oshong, and Yaunde civilians were crying out in outrage. The unprovoked attack on the civilian city of Kinshash was unspeakable, exceedinly so since Antanjyl had not as of yet fired a single shot. The slightly exaggerated death toll from the blaze only hightened the angry population. Scandavian States and Allies were slowly but surely getting a more brutal reputation by the day as they attacked the 'innocent' people of Antanjyl. The few Christian settlements, long segregated from the rest of Antanjyl, were also outraged, bringing an almost impossible coallision between the two people. Through a shared hatred of Scandavian States, along with almost all other foreign nations, who were steadily proving the Government's early stances on 'isolationism for your own protection' was in fact correct.

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Official Message to Allanea

Due to this unprovoked attack on the poor people still living within Kinshash, especially after my nation had not fired a single shot or given any proof of this false slavery you all seem to accuse me of, I must declare a state of war upon your nation. Any Allaneans found in our country will be executed by my military without discretion. You are only furthering the knowledge that Scandavian States and her allies are the very epitome of evil you seem to point out us as being. With no proof you attack innocent civilians, tactics which can only be stated as terrorist, especially after we have as of yet sent a single armed man against you.

Emperor Galf

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Official Message to Psychotic Psychoes

As of yet, your are one of the few nations in the Scandavian War machine which had not attacked our innocent civilians. While we have in no way fired upon you, we regret your loss, but after your allies have so repulsively harmed my people, it is only natural for our allies to try to dispel you. I will make plans to send a delegate, however, most of my commercial airfields were already destroyed by Scandavian States, so I will make plans to send someone in my stead. You must understand that I cannot trust people who so easily attack innocent civilians.

I doubt your allies will join the peace conference, seeing as they seem to so enjoy killing innocent people and horrifying my collective populace. If they do though, I will send my foreign minister to attend.

Sincerely,
Emperor Galf

Encrypted Message To: Antanjy

Lord Lawrence has now begun shipping the promised supplies to your nation to help you in your war against the Scandinavian Stats. Also he has sent a new weapon called YN-934s to help in the battle. The YN-934 is a high performance fully automatic assault rifle it’s firing rate a minute is 420 bullets, hits accurately up to 400 yards, posses a bayonets, and has a grenade launcher on it. Though the weapon is not yet used by the Scandinvan military it has been completely tested and is a very good weapon to have in a battle, but remember that it is best used in urban warfare and is quite good in both forest and open field battles.OOC: Please respond to.

IC: Message to Emperor Galf:

Lord Lawrence using his personal wealth of his family has gathered an army of a million soldiers his son Lord Godfrey to help directly in the war effort, but we do not believe that there is way of breaking the Scandinavian States blockade without overpowering them and we know we cannot ship in such a large force covertly. Do you have any suggestions of plans that we can use to get out forces in?

Message to The Scandinvans

Your supplies and troops will be greatly appreciated. However, with the blockade it is rather difficult to get in. This, along with the attacks on our civilian centers proves just how low these "freedom fighters" are willing to go. You may send your soldiers, however it is too difficult to get in by land at this time. We will try to move aside the blockade in time, and if anything drastic happens we have our hidden ICBMs within the mountains of Antanjyl. We will maintain our innocence, as there is no proof to suggest otherwise.

There is a narrow landbridge into the country from the Easternmost section. You may follow it along the border, however it is heavily mountainous and I have currently kept a large portion of my military in the mountains to prevent breaches from there. If you still wish to come by the route, I have numerous railways under Antanjyl to quickly move your troops where they are needed. Due to the attacks however, most foreigners will be seen under a bad light.

We await your response, and your possible arrival.

Signed,
Emperor Galf


OOC: Heres a pretty alright map. The cities are almost all built into or around the mountains, as the empty valleys are kept for growing food in the short summers. Antanjyl Map (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Kutulmak/ghettomountains.png) Antanjyl TOP SECRET transportation Network (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Kutulmak/Awesomesauce1.jpg)

Communique to Antanjyl, Pschycotic Pschycos

Emperor Galf, Shogun Kenshin:

While we are happy that both of you are voices of reason in this episode, it is unfortunate that it is only you two that wish to partake in this. However, we will still be hosting this conference, but we are mobilizing our military for defense purposes. Emperor Galf: you have our word, though, that we will not assault Antanjyl during the conference time, as accordance with the cease-fire. Please ready a transport, and if you cannot physically transport yourself, we will arrange a diplomatic transport for you. Shogun, you know the deal, you've been to Derscon enough to know!

God have mercy upon us all.

Count Franz von Papen
Foreign Minister to the Tsar
The Divine Prussian Empire of Derscon
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Southern Prussian Sea

NMCC, this is Appolyon. We are out of the Abyss, and ready to take over.

Fleet Admiral Zimmerov sent off the message as he looked out over the sea on the bridge of the R-13:1 flagship, the HMS Appolyon. He had his radar off, and he had no planes flying, and the submarines were using super-cavitation drives in order to prevent sound. Because of the massive SOSUS system of STRATNAV, as well as the constant radar and spy satellites hovering over the ocean and the fleet, the ships on the ground didn't need to give their position away by using their own radar and sonar, and instead could rely on the satellites and the SOSUS systems.

The R-13:1 was not a fleet that was deployed often, simply due to its size -- it was very costly to deploy in its entirety. In reality, it was made up of five smaller sub-fleets, each about the size of a typical fleet -- the size of the R-13:1 gave it the nickname of "The Superfleet," as well as it's callsign -- R-13:1 -- reffering to Revelations, Chapter 13, verse one: "And I stood upon the sand of the sea, and saw a beast rise up out of the sea, having seven heads and ten horns, and upon his horns ten crowns."

It creeped along the waters, nearly invisible to any and all electronic detection systems, as it simply wasn't giving off anything that could be detected easily. It was an overcast night in the South Prussian Sea, after all, so no satellites would see them without thermal imaging, but the larger ships had a coolant system that greatly removed the heat signature of the reactors and the electronics of the ship.

The Beast was out of the pit, and was ready to strike.
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Obrital Defense Grid Amon-Re; Outside Earth's Atmopshere

General Bogdavlad Raichikov, having recently re-boarded the massive ODG a few days ago from the shuttle that was now currently docked in the hangar bay, was looking over his briefing of his mission with interest. It has been a long time since Derscon even mentioned anything about its ODGs, nevertheless used them. Frankly, no one knew about them, simply because they've never been actively used since the upgrades were installed on them.

General Raichikov turned to the Grid Navigator. "Colonel, please position the Amon-Re over these coordinates. General Kaminsky," Raichikov said, turning to the Grid Defence Commander, Lieutenant General Boris Kaminsky. "Please place all weapons on highest alert, and all stations are to be manned at all times."

Both officers nodded and saluted as they walked out of the Bridge, leaving the General to look down on Earth below through the windows of the ODG bridge, not yet realizing that the four other ODG's were getting the same orders.

There is a narrow landbridge into the country from the Easternmost section. You may follow it along the border, however it is heavily mountainous and I have currently kept a large portion of my military in the mountains to prevent breaches from there. If you still wish to come by the route, I have numerous railways under Antanjyl to quickly move your troops where they are needed. Due to the attacks however, most foreigners will be seen under a bad light.

We await your response, and your possible arrival.

Signed,
Emperor Galf


OOC: I'm sorry for my disappearance, can't post.
I'm wondering whether I can ship you military goods, mostly light weaponry, perhaps light vehicles. I plan to use specialized submarine transports along the landbridges. In fact, I can move troops in this way.

*OFFICIAL IMPERIAL DECLARATION*

WE of the Imperial Shogunate of Pschycotic Pschycos are hereby APPALLED at the action of the nation of Alleana. We hereby renounce any alliance that we have with this nation. We are trying to further the peace process here, while Alleana is DELIBERATELY attacking civilian targets. THIS IS NOT A CONQUEST, THIS IS AN ATTEMPT TO HALT SLAVERY! ANY Allanean vessels attempting to run the blockade WILL be siezed by our navy REGARDLESS of its mission. Special inter-border privliages granted to Allaneans in accordance with the Greater Prussian/Psi-Pso Tourism Act are hereby REVOKED. All Allanean citizens are to leave the country IMMEDIATELY

AT the same time, we are equally appalled at the actions of Scandinavian States. They too have attacked civilian targets with out ANY cause, let alone just causes. We are now acting alone. SS, should you wish to pursue the ORIGINAL mission, we will be more than glad to assist. HOWEVER, peace talks must accompany a blockade. BUT IF you continue such action against civilian targets, we shall NOT work with you.

Banduria, a state of war still exists between us. You saw fit to attack our forces unprovoked at a time when it was CLEAR that we were trying to further peace processes. This is UNACCEPTABLE.

Antanjyl, whether or not there is indeed slavery is no longer an issue. What is important now is that a conference is held. This way, we can finally unravel what the hell is going on. Through this, we can eliminate the problems that started this, whether they be international slave trade or the miscommunication of the year. WE at the shogunate intend on taking advantage of Derscon's offer of a peace conference. You mentioned that you were most likely unable to get a representitive out of the country at this time. Should it be needed, we will provide reliable transportation for you if it shall bring a halt to this conflict. We do hope you will take our offer.

I am now deeply disturbed at the events of today. Attacks on civilian targets, unprovoked attacks on other military targets, the whole lot. Each and every leader should be deeply ashamed at their actions today.

May God show His mercy to those involved here today,

Shogun Himura Kenshin

..::Class 1 Diplomatic Message, 2048KQb Encryption::..
TO: Shogun Himura Kenshin
FR: Duchess Asiya Saleh, Director of Foreign Services
SUB: The Word of the Enemy

The Imperium is quite interested in learning why you are taking the word of a bunch of slavers without ever consulting your allies in this matter.

The only instance where we know that any civilians might have been involved was when a civilian registry aircraft tried to deliberately run the blockade and wasn't engaged until a Combat Air Patrol warned the pilot in the clearest language or be shot down. It was never actually established if the pilot was indeed civilian, however the Imperium was contacted by the Antanjylian government and we were informed that the aircraft had been part of a plot to test the blockade.

The only other attack against Antanjylian interests were air defense radars. While not perfect, fleet gunnery is very good and it is doubtful that any shells would have missed so catostrophically as to hit civilian centers. Therefor, it can only be assumed that any civilians were working at the radar sites and their deaths, while unfortunate, were the result of the Imperial Navy attacking legitimate military targets that posed a thread to fleet air assets.

Further, I must protest your rather public break with every other nation actively involved in operations. Your nation has given the slavers a glaring weakness to exploit. I respectfully request that from now on you hear both sides of the story before making such public pronouncements.
..::End Class 1 Message, End Encryption::..

As a strong ally of Antanjyl we like to point out that during all of our trade with Antanjyl, all of our ships have reported somewhat oppresive conditions similar to constant martial law, but no slaves. There was never any evidence of slaves. How could a nation as large and with so many equally large and might we mention, highly suspicious and with large intelligence agencies allies miss a massive underground slave trading network? It seems improbable that they could hide such a thing for us, someone must have talked at some time and it must have leaked to us. All you have is an imperialistic enemy with scattered and inconsistant reports. Dubious to say the least.

Cynthia Ives
Prime Minister
Confederate Socialist Reform Party

OCC: Has the merchant ship I set bombs too reached harbor yet? You can RP it if you want to or I could. I just need to know how many ships are not leaving port so I can charge Antanjyl the proper amount.

..::Class 1 Diplomatic Message, 2048KQb Encryption::..
TO: Shogun Himura Kenshin
FR: Duchess Asiya Saleh, Director of Foreign Services
SUB: The Word of the Enemy

The Imperium is quite interested in learning why you are taking the word of a bunch of slavers without ever consulting your allies in this matter.

The only instance where we know that any civilians might have been involved was when a civilian registry aircraft tried to deliberately run the blockade and wasn't engaged until a Combat Air Patrol warned the pilot in the clearest language or be shot down. It was never actually established if the pilot was indeed civilian, however the Imperium was contacted by the Antanjylian government and we were informed that the aircraft had been part of a plot to test the blockade.

The only other attack against Antanjylian interests were air defense radars. While not perfect, fleet gunnery is very good and it is doubtful that any shells would have missed so catostrophically as to hit civilian centers. Therefor, it can only be assumed that any civilians were working at the radar sites and their deaths, while unfortunate, were the result of the Imperial Navy attacking legitimate military targets that posed a thread to fleet air assets.

Further, I must protest your rather public break with every other nation actively involved in operations. Your nation has given the slavers a glaring weakness to exploit. I respectfully request that from now on you hear both sides of the story before making such public pronouncements.
..::End Class 1 Message, End Encryption::..

We find it interesting that you turned down a proposal for a peace conference. We came in allied with no one. We came in working ourselves.

[Fourspades, my appologies. I completely forgot about your attack. I'm of two minds about how to handle it, but for the sake of RP the first one and probably the one after that will be successful.]


At roughly the same time that the frogmen were welding the naval mines onto the hull, the merchant skipper noticed that his boat was swaying more to one side than the other and had picked up a distinct tendency to steer to port without input from the wheel. Thinking it was nothing more than a malfunctioning stabalizer, he made an entry into his log with a reminder to have the ship sent to drydock to have it fixed. Some time later when the listing and steering malfunctions ceased but a marked decrease in speed persisted, he made an entry that he suspected the stabalizers had picked up something. He didn't know the truth of the matter and that would cost the lives of him, his crew, and dozens of dock workers.

When the ship reached its dock the bombs almost immediately exploded. The ship was blown to pieces, as was the immediate area, every dock hand within a two hundred yard radius was either killed or severely wounded, and large amounts of debris caused collateral damage for a mile around. When the investigators came, terrorism on the part of the crew was almost immediately ruled out; most of the crew were retired non-coms in the Imperial Navy and both the CO and XO held reserve commissions after twenty distinguished years in active duty. As a result, the investigators ruled the incident terrorism from an unknown source. Of course, that was before the other attacks.

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Imperial Decree Concerning the Peace Summit

To all attending the Summit:

Temporary Cease-Fire Agreements:

The cease-fire agreements partain only to those attending the conference. No nation attending the conference shall engage in offensive measures of any kind against another nation attending the conference. However, any nation not attending the conference is not bound by the protection of the cease-fire. A nation partaking in the conference is not bound by the ceasefire agreement when engaging in warfare with a nation not attending the conference.

Location:

The conference shall be held in the Kremlin Palace in the Capital of the Divine Prussian Empire of Derscon

Security:

The Dersconi Military and Praesillei Dei will be responsible for security within Derscon and the Kremlin itself. No leader may bring guards or projetile weapons, but may carry a sword as a badge of honour. These restrictions are for the safety and security of those in attendance. Should a national leader feel the need to bring an armed escort, they may do so, but they may not enter the Palace Grounds. Also, no foreign machines of war may enter Dersconi-controlled territory under any circumstances, for the safety and security of the delegates, as well as to Derscon itself.

Any nation currently involved in the situation may attend, and it is highly suggested that they do so. If a leader has any sort of sanity left in themselves, they will look towards a peaceful solution.

God have Mercy upon us All.

Tsar Alexei Alexandrovich Andropov XIV
Holy Monarch of the Divine Prussian Empire of Derscon
Sultan of the Eternal Empire
Divine Guardian of the Covanent of God
Supreme Imperiator of RightWing Consprators
Lord Protector of the Kingdom of Burgundy
Arch-Chancellor of the Greater Prussian Empire

..::Class 1 Diplomatic Message, 2048KQb Encryption::..
TO: Shogun Himura Kenshin
FR: Duchess Asiya Saleh, Director of Foreign Services
SUB: RE: RE: The Word of the Enemy

The Imperium has turned down no such offer, however we will not consider it until such time as Banduria is properly dealt with. At that time, the Imperium will consider the conference, assuming the nation of Derscon is still willing to host it.
..::End Class 1 Message, End Encryption::..

Statement of Agreement
Foreign Affairs Ministry, Omzian Democratic Republic

After an initial deliberation, the Omzian government has no quarrels with the notion of attending the conference to seek a prospective and alternate solution to the current crisis at hand. Though we still do not doubt the full extent of Banduria's belligerence, on the other hand we feel that it is only beneficial for both parties to come together with the intention to seek a peaceful resolve - or at the very least, to reach a momentum of understanding.

With this in effect, the Omzian government will send Mr. Tonnlen Goranze, senior envoy and diplomat of the Omzian Foreign Affairs Ministry; and Air Marshal Sorgaz Tonnlen, Chief of the Omzian Air Force. A Victory Sword will be carried by the latter.

To: Foreign Affairs Ministry, Omzian Democratic Republic
From: Ministry of Foreign Affairs, The Divine Prussian Empire

The Tsar is greatful for your response and interest in the quest for a peaceful solution, or at least an understanding, for this conflict. The Tsar also has no doubt as to the maliciousness of Banduria's actions, however, he still has hope that they may see reason before it is too late.

Assuming you can provide your own transportation, (OOC: And assuming you're going PMT on this one, not FT), your plane may land directly in Rekjyavich-Andropov Military City. Should you wish to be escorted by military aircraft, you may do so, but they are expected to turn around outside Dersconi-controlled airspace. From there, you will be escorted by Dersconi Imperial Air Force fighters to the airport. Please adhere to the no-fly zone for all foreign aircraft -- we do not need an international incident because of an accidental shoot-down of your aircraft by the automated AAA/SAM batteries.

God Bless,

Count Franz von Papen
Foreign Minister to the Tsar
The Divine Prussian Empire of Derscon

**bump**

FOUR
THOUSANDTH
POST!
W00T!

Yes, Omz, I know you have more. Shaddup. :P

OOC: Leafanistan, you can use the landbridge since I suppose most of the blockade will be centered around my two port cities. It would probably be a long trek, and everything will be thoroughly checked to make sure none of our enemies make it in our borders. Though its doable.

IC:

Statement of Agreement

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If my agreeing to this will help stop the hysteria that the outside world seems to be affected by, then so be it. I feel that my nation and allies have far more concrete proof that no slavery has happened within Antanjyl over the past hundred years that I have ever been aware of than whatever our opponents' claims may be. However, for the sake of maintaining control over my people, who have been rather angered by the attacks on our civilians, I will send my foreign Minister and right hand man, Daemon Farwell.

He is like a song to me, and knows what I know. If anything should happen to him during the peace conference, I will have to hold you responsible. He is far better off at these social gatherings, regardless. If you will allow my sending him, I will have my private jet prepared at a moment's notice.

Regards,
Emperor Galf

..::Class 1 Diplomatic Message, 2048KQb Encryption::..
TO: Tsar Alexei Alexandrovich Andropov XIV
FR: Duchess Asiya Saleh, Director of Foreign Services
SUB: Acceptance

On behalf of Lien I Larsen, Empress of Scandavian States and Ascension, Queen of Haleigha, and Lord Protector of the Colonies, I hereby accept your invitation to attend the peace conference. Please understand, however, that unless and until the nation of Banduria accepts the invitation, offensive operations will continue against that nation.

I will be attending the conference, both as the director of the Imperial diplomatic service and as General of the Alexandria Duchy Guard. As such, I shall be attending in uniform, which means I will be wearing my dress sword. An officer in the Imperial Navy will also be attending as my assistant.
..::End Class 1 Message, End Encryption::..

The Dragon's Claw

Prince Rothbart was pleased as he watched the international news channel. The merchant ship had blown up spectacularly in the portcity. The port would be out of buisness for a least few weeks. Time to collect.

He sent the following message to Emperor Galf:

Your highness,

As you might have seen on the news, a ship exploded in the harbor of Scandinavian States. This has robbed him of not only one ship, but use of the dock for a bit, and hundreds of skilled workers. We hope this is satisfactory. The method we used insures that Fourspades or your nation will be blamed. Their pathectic excuse for a government may suspect you, but like your thriving buisnesses, they will never be able to prove it.

Bill thus far: $500,000

Regards,
Prince Rothbart

And with that, Rothbart began to prepare his next attack.

So here's what you're going to do. You're actually going to rewrite the submarine portion so that it's realistic. That includes detection, setting up firing solutions, manuevering, and all that crap. If you don't do it, I'm going to assume that it was a blind launch and treat it accordingly. If you don't know how, actually ask around and you'll find several people here who are quite knowledgeable about naval warfare.
[ooc: Fine... if you insist. I have a feeling you could have mentioned something about your stealthing technologies earlier... but what the hell, I'll edit. I'm not particularly fond of OOC crap and bitching in IC threads.]

"Missiles..."

The ensign's statement was hardly necessary. The two waves of incoming missiles were almost impossible to miss. While if the Imperial surface fleet had been approximately the size of ASTF 1 such an attack would be not only commonplace but retaliated in kind with a far heavier fire, with approximately seven hundred missiles targeting each ship meant almost certain death. The commander of the fleet quickly gave his orders.

Every single missile in the task force was launched just seconds before the twin missile strikes hit. No countermeasures were loosed—the outcome was inevitable. Missiles began impacting the small fleet, lighting up the sky in a brilliant series of explosions that continued to impact the water long after the last ship was a burning pile of wreckage and oil floating aimlessly in the ocean. A hundred depleted submarines survived to limp back to port to rearm, morale at a dead low point.

However, the counterstrike was still not something to sniff at. The sixteen medium arsenal ships had held 432 anti-shipping missiles, 128 sea skimming missiles, and 180 supercavitating proximity torpedoes each, for a total of 6,912, 2,048, and 2,880 of each type rapidly approaching the Scandavian fleet. The five remaining heavy cruisers had 576 anti-shipping, 210 sea-skimming, 80 torpedoes, and 12 conventionally armed ballistic missiles each, for a total of 2,880, 1,050, and 72 of each type. From the arsenal ships alone that made 9,792 anti-shipping missiles arching through the sky, 3,098 sea-skimming missiles rapidly approaching at Mach 4, and 3,280 torpedoes shooting through the water at approximately 2,000 km/h.

The battleships and dreadnaught had launched as many remaining railgun shells as they could, even as 1,080 anti-shipping missiles and 576 sea skimming shot from their VLS cells and side drums. Destroyers and frigates, 70 in all, emptied their entire VLS tubing before the missiles struck, sending 12,240 missiles towards the Scandavian fleet.

All in all, the surface ships had unleashed 26,786 missiles and over 3,000 torpedoes towards the enemy. However, the real problem for the Scandavians would be the submarines.

The Lernea-class SSNs launched all of their remaining torpedoes towards whatever ships and submarines of the enemy fleet they could find, a total of 2,560 torpedoes. The 120 Archon SSGNs launched their guided missiles along with torpedoes, or 120 guided missiles each along with 24 torpedoes, for a total of 14,400 guided missiles and 2,880 torpedoes. The 120 Dominis SSBNs launched 40 SLBMs each. Every second SLBM was armed with a tactical nuclear warhead—2,400 nuclear missiles in all—aimed towards positions of the largest identifiable Scandavian ships: dreadnaughts, battleships, carriers, and Super Dreadnaughts. They also released all of their 2,880 torpedoes towards the enemy ships before swift destruction was rained down upon them from the skies.

In total:
23,112 anti-shipping missiles (Mach 3+)
3,674 sea skimming missiles (Mach 5+)
3,280 surface launched torpedoes
8,320 submarine launched torpedoes
14,400 SLGMs
4,800 SLBMs (2,400 nuclear armed)

Official Imperial Statement

The Imperium of Banduria wishes to attend the peace conference as well. I will attend personally, and during that time I guarantee you all that the Imperium will not launch any attacks, upon anyone, unless fired upon first. Unfortunately, this statement has been issued only moments after the expeditionary task force due for Antanjyl was wiped out by a massive missile attack, launching all of its counterfire in return. Due to the subsequent destruction of the only means to abort the counterfire—the submarines themselves—the counterattack is deemed the Scandavians' responsibility.

Charles Perian
Bandurian Minister for Foreign Affairs

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SECRET IC
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The command officers of the Imperial Army and Navy sat in somewhat shocked silence, watching as the last missiles hit the wreckage-filled waters outside the Straits of Loruda just beyond extended Bandurian waters as per the Lucian Corollary. Lord Antor Sampetra broke the silence somewhat abruptly.

"Today, the Imperial Navy fought an established naval power. And failed, rather embarrasingly too I might say. Why? One could say it was simple foolishness for sending out a fleet one-tenth the size of our enemy's, and then expecting to be able to outmatch them with massive missile volleys.

"However, the primary reason we failed was because of a supreme lack of tactics. You see, the Imperial ships should never have left port. The Scandavians were already in range from land-based attacks and the ships' anti-shipping missiles when this conflict began. Sailing out into the open and displaying everything—that was the mistake we made at the beginning. I trust that it will not be repeated."

He smiled slightly.

"However, we have learned a good deal today. For one thing, we now know that the Scandavian navy is capable of getting large amounts of long range ordnance into the air very quickly. This is highly important to remember. In addition, they consider the Imperium a high-profile target... which is why, according to our intelligence, well over seventy-five percent of their navy is sortieing from their ports towards Banduria itself.

"Finally... they appear to be quite foolish enough to take our word of honour that we will not attack them during a peace conference." Sampetra moved on to another display showing maps of various fleets positioned around the world. Some were in blue; some in green. "These blue fleets are Imperial Naval ships, here." The military harbours of Banduria, and the Bandurian fleet in Czardas, were all marked clearly with blue. "The green fleets are those owned by Conquest SeaCorp Inc., a division of the former Bandurian company Conquest Industries, all of which are owned and staffed by professional seamen hired by Conquest from all over the world. No connection between Conquest SeaCorp and Banduria can be discovered, as it has branches in dozens of countries—and all the evidence of its existence in Banduria has been carefully destroyed over a period of many years. In fact, only four or five people actually know Conquest and Banduria were ever affiliated, and all of them are in this complex at the moment.

"Banduria is under obligations not to attack Scandavian States... and we will not. However, there is nothing preventing Conquest SeaCorp from mounting an attack, especially since most of the Scandavian Navy will be out of port, headed for Banduria or stationed in the blockade.... If questioned, even under the most aggressive torture, SeaCorp's employees will not reveal any connection whatsoever with Banduria. The ship classes are standardized... Launching raids or short-distance attacks is one of their specialties. They take orders only from their commanders, who by a curious coincidence reside in Banduria and are thus unavailable for questioning or comment if their employees are captured.

"I trust that this lesson in military strategy has been valuable to you, gentlemen," said the master general abruptly, closing the displays. Complete silence filled the room for a moment. "Thank you. And now our time for discussion ends. Diplomacy enters center stage now."

Lord Antor Sampetra smiled cryptically, turned on his heel, and was gone.

Official Announcement to All Nations Involved

Maldaathi has decided that it is time to announce our occupation in a small part of Antanjyl. Our presence has been in the country for sometime now. We are prepared to go to war with any country that lands on any part of the Antanjyl mainland.

The Allanean Navy continued it’s journey. Only 300 kilometers now separated it from Antanjyl. But it did not launch more attacks. The Allaneans now had some of their own problems to contend with.

As the Antanjylian press-release hit the Allanean newspapers, there was a cry of outrage thruoghout Allanea. Many – in particular those in the President’s own coalition – believed the government was in fact lying in it’s claim that Kinshash was uninhabited. Official sattelite data was disregarded as falsified – Allaneans did not much trust the government in any event, and this time was not different.

As a matter of fact, a pro-peace demonstration was assembled on the steps of Congress, gathered by Students for Peace and Justice, Pacifism Now!, and other such Allanean groups. This has continued until the Libertarian opposition party has paid for private sattelite pictures – which in fact proved the government contentions that few if any civilians lived in Kinshash.

The aftermath was unbelievable. The Hamiltonian Whip in the senate challenged the Libertarian opposition leader to a duel, three major newspapers published apologies, and the leader of Students for Peace and Justice officially quit the leadership of the group.

In the meanwhile, the Allanean navy slowly approached the Antanjyl shore. And the Allanean president was getting ready to make another address. Sattelites broadcasted into both Allanea and Antanjyl, as well as the allied nations.

Friends! Citizens! Allaneans!

Today, satellite surveillance – both that done by my government and provided generously by Freedom Sattelites, Inc. – has disclosed to us a simple fact. The Antanjyl government has lied to the world community again. They claimed that we have targeted civilian populations in our war on slavery. We haven’t. You can see the true images of the abandoned city we targeted at www.whitehouse.gov.al or www.freedomsats.al and you will see the truth for yourself.

Those people have stooped to this vile lie in trying to blemish the name of those who fight for freedom. This means something, you see. It means that they are every inch as evil and disgusting as you can imagine.

I know that the people of Antanjyl see this broadcast as well. To them, I say: look now, for your government has lied to you. Look, and see. Allanean aircraft have stricken your nation’s main port, among military installations and troops. Our aircraft cameras and sattelites depict every second of it. And yet, as we burned your city, as we deprived your nation of it’s trade port – it’s only trade port – your troops did nothing – because they were cowards and because they were powerless. We turned off the electricity and rail at Kinshash, and your government could not do jack squat about it – what does this tell you?

It says that the only people between the homes of the slaveholders and the righteous wrath of Allaneans can’t save you. Your government cannot save you from the coalition forces. Nothing can save you. For it is said in the Scripture: “Except the Lord build the house, they labour in vain that build it: except the Lord keep the city, the watchman waketh but in vain.”

And what does this mean? One cannot build a society on a basis of evil. Your leaders have built a society on the basis of slavery. Slavery is evil. Look now, and see: the Good Lord has taken your city, and it is now in flames. The Lord has swept the fleet of Banduria, your ally, from the very surface of the sea. Do you think that the Lord favors your society and it’s enterprise?

* On the screen, hi-res sattelite images begin to appear of Kinshash burning and of the Bandurian navy sinking.*

Remember, for the Lord said: “And every one that heareth these sayings of mine, and doeth them not, shall be likened unto a foolish man, which built his house upon the sand: And the rain descended, and the floods came, and the winds blew, and beat upon that house; and it fell: and great was the fall of it.” So are your leaders, who have built a society on sin and evil, like the man who has built his house on the sand. And the Allaneans come, and the Scandavians come, and the Omzians come, and the wind blows hard – and great shall be your fall.

Choose freedom, chose good – and every Allanean shall be your brother, and the Lord will withdraw his Hammer from your land, and Antanjyl will know peace.

Keep up with slavery, keep up with oppression and evil – and we will cut off your electricty, and water, and rail, and you will freeze in the winter and starve in the summer, and your society will die – for then we will know that it is a society built not on the rock of righteousness, but on the sands of evil and sin.

This does not mean I oppose peace. I will gladly go to the table with any Antanjylian government that supports freedom. The Antanjylian government and ruling elites have a simple choice:

Give them Liberty, or the United States Army will give you death.

Let’s hope they – or the Antanjylian people – make the right choice.

Good night, friends,

And may God bless Allanea.

*OFFICIAL IMPERIAL STATEMENT*

We would hereby like to formally apologize to the Confederate States of Allanea. We should have had more trust in our ally's actions than take the word of the enemy. All tourism privilages to their citizens has been restored.

Shogun Himura Kenshin

Yes, we will be attending the peace conference.

OOC: Banduria, you've got a counter attack from us to face, don't forget that fact.

Official Release from the Foreign Ministry

First off, the Tsar is happy to see that the allied forces are no longer at each others throats instead of actually being allied.

However, all nations attending the conference are expected to honour the temproary cease-fire agreements, as well as the no-weapons law in the Kremlin. (Minus, of course, any swords as a badge of honour).

All dignitaries may begin arrivals to the airport of Rekjyavich-Andropov Military City. If one wishes, a nutural Dersconi armed escort can be provided for the trip between your nation and ours.

Count Franz von Papen
Foreign Minister to the Tsar
The Divine Prussian Empire of Derscon
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Star Office, Kremlin Palace, RAMC

At the moment, security measures in the Palace were being tested once again in order to ensure the complete safety of the delegates of the conference. The couches were being moved in from the ajoining closet and being placed in front of the massive desk of the Office for comfortable seating for the foreign dignitaries, and the bar was being restocked with both alchoholic and non-alchoholic drinks. The four cloaked and masked figures that made up the Personal Guard of the Tsar, who were adapt in the Force and lightsaber fighting (OOC: Remember, Derscon is technically a FT nation -- no, should I fight, I won't use any of it, I'll stick with PMT), appeared and disappeared at whim. (Due to their intimidating appearences, they typically made themselves invisible during conferences for a better atmosphere).

The thirty members of the Tsar's Praetorian Guard, genetically engineered through a three-generation process of engineering of both DNA, RNA, and many biological enhancements, as well as their armour, helmets, and shields -- made of a titanium/diamond mix, designed to allow flexibility as well as supreme protection -- their diamond swords, and their XM-30/B rifles, they were an unstoppable force, and were present in the large Star Office, surrounding it, making like statues in order to provide protection but not be in anyone's way.

Tsar Alexei exited the large oak door behind the desk that led to the Royal Private Chambers and sat down at the custom chair behind the desk, that started from the one wall and wrapped itself around to another wall, cutting the private chambers and the space behind the desk off from the rest of the office. A hidden door near the desk -- on the other side -- ajoined with a section in the RPQ as to allow the Tsar and his family to actually exit the RPQ.

Currently standing in front of the desk was Yuri Golovko, the Minister of State Security, Count Franz von Papen, the Foreign Minister, and Field Marshal Sir Arthur Wellesley, the commander in chief of the Dersconi Imperial First Corps, the oldest actively-serving member of the military, as well as the most respected. Yuri carried no weapon, neither did Franz, but the Field Marshal carried the Mercury Sword, the Elemental Sword of Water (OOC: I RP a bit of fantasy, too :) ). Alexei had the Dragon Sword leaning against the desk, for show purposes only.

"Franz," Alexei asked the Foreign Minister. "Have all dignitaries attening the conference been contacted?" The Minister nodded.

"Indeed they have been, Your Majesty. They've been given the offer of escort, and have been given the briefing of arrival to the airport."

"Excellent. Marshal, Golovko, I want you to sit in on this and take it in. Yuri, go back to MGBHQ and pick up everything you have on the involved nations, and return quickly."

"Yes, sir."

Shogun Himura quickly took action and boarded a plane from his castles's airstrip and took off for Derscon, a five hour flight.

~skipping the boring in-flight crap~

This is Kaze 1, requesting permission to land in Derscon, over.

We formally request an invitation to the peace conference, as we are an ally and can present evidence that proves Antanjyl innocence.

Jessica Tuesday
Minister of Foreign Relations
Confederate Socialist Reform Party

OOC: IC the government has no idea what is going on, the conspiracy to hide this goes deeper than even the executive can understand, from the Office of Naval Intelligence to Division 39. Corrupt elements in ONI are hiding it.

To: Jessica Tuesday, Minister of Foreign Relations; Leafanistan
From: Count Franz von Papen, Foreign Minister to the Tsar; Derscon
Subj: Summit

Obviously, any nation who wishes for a peaceful solution to this is welcome to attend and send a delegation. Also, you may bring evidence supporting or condemning Antanjyl. Please observe all rules stated in the release about the summit.

We await your arrival.

Count Franz von Papen
Foreign Minister to the Tsar
THe Divine Prussian Empire of Derscon
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Kaze One, you are cleared to land. Welcome back to Derscon, Shogun.

When the Shogun landed, four Honour Guards -- alien beings in red and gold armour and staves taller than the ten foot extraterrestrials -- approached the lowering ramp. With them was Maksim Molotovich Menshevsky, the Deputy Foreign Minister (Count Franz von Papen, the actual Foreign Minister, was still in the Kremlin).

The Deputy Minister of Foreign Affairs herded the party to a small convoy of two Chrysler 300C SRT6 (nicknamed "The Mafia Car" by Prince John, due to it's tinted windows and high door frames), and in between them, a Cadillac ESV 6 Platinum edition. All of the cars were heavily armoured, even though the probability of an attack in RAMC was zero. The Honour Guards did not come with The Shogun and Menshevsky, however -- they were stationed at the Space Port. The SRT6's, though, were packed with members of the Diplomatic Protection Directorate of the MGB, so there wasn't any need.

The small convoy made it's way out of the spaceport and headed into a forest, where after a few miles of trees past by, they came to the massive wall that surrounded Rekjyavich-Andropov Military City, as well as the automated turrets, which consisted of 20mm six-barreled miniguns, loaded with both High Explosive and Anti-Material rounds. In some of the towers, there were mounted antitank launchers. Down at the bottom, two Praesillei Dei officers waved the cars through, and the massive reenforced concrete doors opened, and the convoy went through the tunnel through the thirty-foot thick walls, and the massive gates -- mirroring the ones just passed -- were opened for them.

Inside the three thousand year old capital -- you wouldn't be able to tell, though, as everything was entirely modernized -- one could see the many ministry buildings, a few guard barracks, and a restaurant, and in the centre of the city lies the walled in section of the Kremlin Complex, with Andropov tower, the behemoth three thousand foot high tower, lunging out from the earth in the geographic center of Derscon.

The convoy went through the streets and into the opened gates of the Kremlin Complex, to see on the other side the old Parliamentary Palace, which -- after the Parliament was dissolved permanently by Alexei the moment he took power -- has the House of Lords chamber turned into a theatre for Heads of State to enjoy, and a dinner and a show section in the other house, for events less formal than an actual theatre preformance.

However, they drove around that and got to the Andropov Square, with the Andropov Tower in the centre, Kremlin Palace lying directly East of the tower, and Kremlin Cathedral lying directly west, and the Kremlin Gardens -- with the Fountain of Youth in the centre of it -- lying directly north.

The Convoy went to the Kremlin Palace, and through the minigates of it and into the courtyard of the Palace, where the Minister, the Patriarch and his apprentice disembarked and were met by Prince John, the brother of Tsar Alexei.

"Shogun Kenshin! Welcome back to Kremlin Palace. Deputy Minister Menshevsky, I know you are a busy man, you may return to your duties." Maksim Molotovich bowed to the Prince.

"Thank you, sir. Have a good day." As the Deputy Minister was leaving, the Prince turned back to the Shogun.

"Well, follow me, please, and I will take you to my brother." The Prince led the Psi-Psoian up the marble stairs of the Palace enterance and through the new addition of the Palace. Passing under the glass dome, where Honour Guards were positioned, they arrived at two solid -- and quite big -- gold doors, guarded by two Silver-clad Honour Guards. The two guards saluted and the doors opened, and the three noblemen walked through.

The two people entred into the Grande Hall of the Kremlin, which was in the shape of a perfect sphere. However, small platforms jutted out from the sides and led to oak doors in the walls, leading to various sections of the Palace. No platform could be reached from another platform, however. Instead, small computer consoles were at the end of each platform.

Prince John went up to one of these consoles and typed in a few things, and an energy platform randomly appeared beside the console. Prince John Rekjyavich motioned to the platform. "Come on, let's go."

The two nobles walked onto the platform, and it floated into the centre of the room, and went up. And up.

At the top of the room was a painted image of the Ressurection of Jesus Christ, and it covered all of the top, and at the "axis point" of the sphere at the top was the halo crowning Christ. Once the platform got close enough, the ceiling inside the halo dissipated and the platform went through, dumping the passengers into the Imperial Hall.

THe current room they were in was an elipse, and six silver-clad Honour Guards stood at even intervals around the eliptical room, with two oak doors in front of them. The Prince led him through the doors and into a very large hall, with twelve marble pillars leading up to a massive crest of the Andropov House and a clock face, with two stairways going up on either side, and a red carpet down the middle of the hall and diverging to go up the stairway. The Silver-clad Honour Guards stood in between each pillar, and then two were on each side of the crest and the clock face.

John led him up the left one (not that it mattered), and the party entred the Upper Hall. There was a small oak door off to the side, but the hall continued to double gold doors guarded by two of the Praetorian Guardsmen -- the twenty best soliders in Derscon, and arguably the entire Greater Prussian Empire.

The two Gold doors were opened, and they entred the secretary's office. THe secretary smiled at the Prince and waved him on. The floor-to-ceiling painting of Ivan the Great moved aside, exposing a small passageway that the three nobles walked through. When they all were in the room, the painting moved back, exposing the five inch thick titanium alloy door that it was mounted to. The room at this point was fairly dark. At this point, most people got quite annoyed by the constant security measures and long hallways in the intricacies of the Palace.

Suddenly, part of the ceiling of the room started to come down, and a ramp to the upper floor was formed, as light shone in the faces of the three men. The Prince led them up this ramp, and at the top, they saw the floor-to-ceiling windows that looked down upon the Kremlin Squrare. It was obvious they were pretty high above the ground.

"Shogun Kenshin! Glad you could make it." They turned around to see Tsar Alexei Alexandrovich Andropov XIV standing there in his black and white semi-formal royal attire. It was a black cape with a white expanding stripe down the middle, a white shirt with black designs down the sleeves, and black pants with white designs mimiking the sleeves, but in opposite colours. The buttons on his shirt, as well as the epaulets, were gold, and there was gold knots that Admirals often wore on his shirt for decoration. Black shoes complimented the outfit, which was designed specifically to make people give it a second glance.

"PLease, sit down," Alexei said, motioning to a couch. The Tsar was currently seated behind the desk, and the Praetorian Guardsmen were circled around the office. "Can I get you anything to drink?"

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OOC: For the sake of my sanity, I'm only going to post that once. When you arrive at the airport, I'll RP my men taking to to the Kremlin, but it'll be in a sentence or two. :) However, do not RP you going straight to the Kremlin -- I'll ignore you. I'm paranoid, remember that. :p

"Heh, it's good to see you again!" said Kenshin. His indigo and white simple kimono contrasting the Czar's attire perfectly. "I'll just have the usual glass of Sak`e whilt we wait for the others."

The Flag Tactical Officer was surveying his plot when he noticed two things of rather significant importance, "Sir, ballistic missiles imbound! Satellites report sea-skimmers coming it at... [i]mach 5. Thirty-five thousand plus coming in high."

They'd done it again, once again they hadn't even managed a simple Time-On-Target. Of course, they were dead now, and the missiles had been figuratively breathing down their necks, so it was more understandable. But that still let the fleet divide and conquer the incoming salvoes, which is what saved it from a very painful death.

"Get the cruisers on those damn missiles, now! Designate inbound cruise missiles that we can see as Target Alpha and the sea-skimmers as Target Beta," DeSoto ordered.

The cruisers immediately complied by flushing the aft VLS block of their ABM missiles, which resulted in nearly fifty thousand anti-ballistic missiles being fired at the SLBMs still in boost phase. Before the missiles even got their, however, huge 3.2Mw carbon-dioxide lasers began spearing the missiles and taking them out. In the first salvo alone, the air defense cruisers and destroyers of the fleet took down 336 missiles and managed to fire once more with similar results before the TBMD missiles swarmed their targets and nailed them. Then the cruisers switched focus and began firing upon the massive incoming wave, what missiles the cruisers had left weren't enough to swamp the the vampires like Imperial doctrine called for, but the fleet defense neural net now knew what to expect and compensated for it. Some missiles still got through, but the Minotaur class heavy destroyers carried SAMs in their tactical VLS and engaged what was left with overhwelming numbers. Then it was the turn of the sea-skimmers; every ship in the task force was assigned defense zones by the neural net and the second the first of the missiles came within range every ship fired what they had. There was literally no way that nearly four thousand missiles could get past over fifty thousand point defense missiles when the element of surprise never existed in the first place.

Of course, ASTF 1 now had a very depleted defense net and Admiral DeSoto made the decision to not risk further confrontation, especially when that confrontation would involve the launch of ICCMs armed with isomer warheads. Besides that, TF 3 was coming and if anybody would bring down the hammer on the Bandurians, it would be they.

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ASTF 2 was in somewhat dire straits. In a world where a single hit was likely to be fatal and defenses were minimal, submarines didn't have the luxury of ignoring or prioritizing threats. The commander of the task force was aboard a Subjugator class SSGN, the only submarines in the fleet big enough to have actual flag quarters. Admiral Dewitt made a decision, "Signal to the task force, load all tubes with UUV decoys. Set speed to twenty knots and sound simulating early gel failure, course is to be present bearing. Upon my mark one fire all decoys, accelerate to thirteen knots and come to bearig 037 and seven degrees down bubble. Upon mark two come to 180 relative, all stop, and zero degrees bubble."

The Flag Comms Officer replied, "All submarines acknowledge and awaiting execute signal."

"Mark one," DeWitt ordered.

The submarine shuddered as all four decoys went out at once and then heeled slightly to port and tipped slightly down as the submarine changed bearing and azimuth. After waiting a couple of minutes the Fleet Admiral then said, "Mark two."

The submarine brought up its nose, heeled sharply to port, and then the engines went completely quiet. There were no pump noises with a pebble bed reactor, the turbine was turned by pure heat and the noise went up or down depending on how fast the turbine was spinning. At the crazy launch ranges the submarines had been forced to fire at there was no chance the incoming torps were on wire guidance, there was no longer any intelligent human imput, and any torpedo, no matter how "smart", would always go for the loudest target, especially when that target was the only one making noise and it sounded like a submarine accelerating and trying its hardest to remain quiet at the same time. Dumb torpedoes wouldn't know the difference and smart torpedoes would respond by going, 'Aha! Nice try, but I got you know!' only to find in the last moments of its existence that the target was in fact a decoy. It was a technique the small submarine service had perfected in simulations and it even confused Imperial torpedoes that had terminal ladar units to confirm the target.

When all the Bandurian torpedoes had either hit decoys or simply self-destructed when they ran out of juice after finding now targets worth going after, the submarines turned back for home, guarding the rear of ASTF 1. Most of them wouldn't follow the blooded task force all the way, just far enough to hook up with TF 3 before going back to their original station. Those subs attached to the ASTF 1 fleets would, but they were a minority.

Alexei nodded. "Of course." Over that the bar, one of the (currently invisible) fiendish guards was making the drink, and then brought it over to the Shogun (still invisible, so the drink seemed to float).

"So, Kenshin, what's today's armament for you?"

[I'm passing up the in-flight BS]

Duchess Asiya Saleh stepped off the SST aircraft with a lone aide in the white and Tyrian scarlet Class A uniform of the Imperial Navy. The Duchess herself was in the white and sky blue uniform of the Alexandria Duchy Guard with the four nine-pointed stars boxing in a silver crown that signified the overall commander of the Duchy Guard; she also wore the long and slender dress sword that was a part of the ADG's uniform. The aide herself was a Flag Captain, but one not conversant with Imperial Navy ranks would dismiss the gold crown on her red shoulderboard as a trapping of a nation with an aristocracy and not realize that FCs were usually denoted with a silver trident.

As they reached the end of the disembarkation tube they looked for anybody obviously waiting for them, and not finding anybody, decided to find a seat with a wall to their back. Besides the added security of such a simple measure, it also allowed for them to see anybody approaching them from some distance. Now it was just a matter of waiting for their escort to the palace.

"A good day."

"Most certainly, Mr. Goranze. Now, to depart the pleasurable and get on with the real matter at hand...", Air Marshal Tonnlen walked down the aisle inside the broad fuselage of the converted VIP aircraft and proceeded with a smile. Goranze, the foreign affairs ministry envoy, followed behind while trying his best to catch up.

The man has dressed up quite fittingly for the occasion, he thought - not too spartan, yet not overwhelmingly elaborate either. Maybe a bit too socialist-looking - but he didn't know why the thought ever came into his mind. The standard dark blue winter air force officers uniform covered almost the entirety of the stout but old man, with a black tie between the two red stars that were his collar rank insignia, an 'OFAF' pin beneath the right star and a small national flag under the left star, three rows of medal ribbons on the left side of his chest, and a silver eagle that extended its wings gallantly pinned on his right. Just for formality, a sheath with a long victory sword - his prized possession granted to him as an air force commander after the Yasmarean campaign - was attached onto the right of his trousers, and an uniform cap with an oversized star completed the whole intricate arrangement of garments. By comparison, the envoy, former businessman and the son of a successful lawyer, only looked like a village idiot with a western suit, a small national flag and an oversized pin with Leader Omazee's smiling portrait pinned on it.

"Aw, I'm sure it won't be as bad as you might think. Just something to show the peaceful side of our faces and hopefully slow down the momentum of the conflict a bit, I figure," Goranze replied after a brief pause, trying to remember the security detail that he would expect for the conference. Old minds never work as well, he mused briefly before suddenly realizing that he had been clenching on his tie for the entire duration after the landing - not good for press photos.

"And I was just about to select which air shelter to bomb in the Bandurian capital before you called," the Marshal joked with a slight laugh, as he converged towards the door. A lieutenant moved aside and made a quick nod, which was quickly acknowledged and replyed to in the same way. The Marshal gestured at the airman standing near the door, indicating that - for some reason or another - he wanted to open the plane door with his own strength. The airman - a sergeant - made the snap decision to respect his boss' intentions, and understood the reasonings behind it.

"Aww..." the Marshal took a deep breath as the door slid clear. "Now, to find out who is going to bring us to the conference center of the hotel, whereever we are supposed to be..."

Message to The Scandinvans

Your supplies and troops will be greatly appreciated. However, with the blockade it is rather difficult to get in. This, along with the attacks on our civilian centers proves just how low these "freedom fighters" are willing to go. You may send your soldiers, however it is too difficult to get in by land at this time. We will try to move aside the blockade in time, and if anything drastic happens we have our hidden ICBMs within the mountains of Antanjyl. We will maintain our innocence, as there is no proof to suggest otherwise.

There is a narrow landbridge into the country from the Easternmost section. You may follow it along the border, however it is heavily mountainous and I have currently kept a large portion of my military in the mountains to prevent breaches from there. If you still wish to come by the route, I have numerous railways under Antanjyl to quickly move your troops where they are needed. Due to the attacks however, most foreigners will be seen under a bad light.

We await your response, and your possible arrival.

Signed,
Emperor Galf


OOC: Heres a pretty alright map. The cities are almost all built into or around the mountains, as the empty valleys are kept for growing food in the short summers. Antanjyl Map (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Kutulmak/ghettomountains.png) Antanjyl TOP SECRET transportation Network (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Kutulmak/Awesomesauce1.jpg)Message to Antanjyl:

Lord Godfrey has been dispatched with the promised soldiers and supplies through the land bridge route. As well they have been recruited from the northern Norse peoples of our nation so as they are used to the colder weather and as well we hope that they are similar to your people’s appearance so that their will not be as much hostility. Yet Lord Lawrence fears that when they approached the mountains they will be attacked so he had ordered that they fly the Scandinvan banner so please have your soldiers make sure they recognize the banner when they arrive. Please make sure that my son Godfrey is kept out of the front lines as he is the heir to my titles and a vast inheritance.

Signed,
Lord Lawrence

OOC: I hope you know nobody actually gets foreign broadcasts, and being as Antanjyl is strictly non-christian, with the exception of a less than two percent minority, highly repressed for centuries by the rest of the people. They view Christianity in general as an opponent trying to crush their belief system. Plus being so close to the arctic circle its pretty much cold year round, so eventually the ice bergs will come along and keep the ships from moving around as much.

IC: It took awhile for Allanea's speach to properly be fixed for the Antanjylian populace, as small portions were ripped out, such as the satellite photos. A large section of all the people began to boo at them, and a few actually threw their food rations at the large public screens. The fact that they were talking of some heathen god literally repulsed most of them, and the few Christians in the room grew silent, as they too viewed this as a bad omen. They were being invaded by Scandavian States, which was an imperialist regime, or so they were taught, yet Allanea, their ally, seemed to by talking of some perverse freedom, obviously not taking into account that fate had seen to it that such things had already come to pass.

"Its quite hypocrital don't you think? That they praise such freedoms while they are working along imperialist regimes?" A white haired man said slyly, eating a steaming chunk of reddened meat.

"Yeah, they were the ones to attack us first. If those others attack during the Cease-Fire we'll just release our ICBMs. That'll teach em, and if they invade while the others are waiting for the peace conference to end, we can take out the small Allanean Fleet all at once! Antanjyl can't lose!"

"Thats a good lad, just glad the Emperor is sending that Daemon. He should be able to talk some sense into those international thugs." The two men slowly hobbled off down the cold underground streets beneath Yaunde as the Allanean propaganda continued to play in the background.

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Official Message to Allanea

During the Cease Fire, it appears you will be acting alone when you come to shore. I can assure you that each and every one of your troops that set foot on our territory will be killed. As of yet I have not fired a single shot against you, while your outrageous claims that we are slavers continue to surface. While I myself am not responsible for the records made of the Kinshash death toll, I can assure you that many were killed. I will not sacrifice my courageous soldiers to the fires you intentionally started while the chance that you would come along and target them, men who have not as of yet fired a single shot against you or your allies might I add.

You speak of freedom, yet side with these imperialist nations ruled by royal families and other systems you almost assuredly consider outdated. What hypocrisy is this? Perhaps after a few months in the frigid Antanjylian winters your soldiers will realise what a mistake your sending them actually was.

I am currently sending a delegate to the Peace Conference, which your warmongering nation seems to refuse to attend. I advice you do not strike out against him, lest your true colors begin to show.


Emperor Galf

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Daemon Farwell had finally made it into the air aboard the Emperor's jet, the young dark haired man sitting back in a seat as General Gares, who was also ordered to leave the country as well, along with four guards, who would remain behind with the jet to prevent tampering. As they passed over the mountains below, everyone onboard growing more quiet as they reached the sealine. Of course they knew the enemy wouldn't try anything like this with so many eyes on them, however they were less than sure with Allanea, whom had attacked Antanjyl's only Port City. Thankfully the preparations under the city were already finished, so Allanea's predetermined occupation would be kept from happening.

Message to the Scandinvans

We are sure they will fit in well enough, the soldiers will treat them well, and I myself will make sure that your son is in good hands within my bunker upon their arrival. If there are any more requests you would like to make on your son's behalf, please let me know. I will use your soldiers on the outskirts of Kinshash, along with a large portion of my other soldiers. From there we will keep them from breaking inland, and hopefully dispel them all. I am content to sit and wait, as our food supply will last long enough, perhaps two years or so, if I become resourceful.

My sincere thanks,
Emperor Galf

Message to Antanjyl
I will like personally thank you for tanking my son into your personal custody and as well my soldiers will be also friendly to your soldiers as well due to what they share. As for their placement my soldiers will follow your orders willingly and take up position there and then dig in. The supplies I have sent you consist of over 10,000,000 self-treat medical kits, 45,000,000 month rations, 3,000,000 rifles, 250,000 machines guns, 300,000 mortars, months worth of ammunition for all, 8,000 Abram Tanks, 25,000 Humvees, and 12,000 pieces of artillery. Also all these have been equipped to withstand the harsh and cold weather of your nation.

Sincerely,
Lord Lawrence

OOC:
Antanjyl: I know, ‘tis why I tried for a satellite broadcast, which is harder to intercept.

Scandinvans: HOW, precisely, are you delivering those 'supplies'?

IC: The Allaneans have decided not to give the Antanjylian government the dignity of a simple response. Instead, they continued the military action they had in mind. The battleships moved ahead, leaving the now-unneeded aircraft carriers to return back to Allanea – and now, the Iowa-N battleships were actually in range of the port city of Kinshash.

It was now that Allanea’s true wrath and power would begin to be seen. The battleships moved towards the city in a semi-sircle with the harbor at it’s center. They were now at the very edge of the attack range for their 16-inch cannons. Aboard the USS Antonin Scalia, George Linovsky, the commander of the fleet, took off his wide-brimmed hat, and placed a pair of electronic shooter’s earmuff on his ears, instead. He kind of liked his hearing.

Then, he waved his hat as a signal.

And all hell broke loose.

The USS Antonin Scalia fired it’s cannons first – nine sixteen-inch cannon, carrying white phosphorus shells towards Kinshash. That was the note – and Samuel Alito’s cannons belched flame and smoke, too, delivering nine high-explosive munitions. Then – another ship. Then – another.

The ships rocked on the surface of the water, the shots literally moving them slightly with the abominable recoil. The firing of the four hundred fifty cannons sounded like an endless roar of an angry animal, seeking justice and vengeance for its wounds. Yet the sailors and soldiers aboard did not really care – they knew the people in Kinshash would likely had it worse.

The first salvo would be targeted towards the port facilities of the city – as much as you can hit anything at such a distance. Then, the ships began to fire at the city of Kinshash itself, with an equal mix of cluster, white phosphorus, and simple HE munitions. They had simple orders:

Kinshash delenda est.

OOC: Just remember any landing will be thwarted.

As the ICBMs shot through the outer atmosphere, Bandurian satellites were tracking them, coded Latis. Intel satellites relayed the information to attack satellites, which quickly did what they were designed to do.

While ICBMs are generally very good for carrying large and heavy payloads towards a target, that comes at the cost of their speed. As it is, this made them quite easy to intercept, especially since with the Bandurian attack on Psychotian shipping the counterattack—no matter how pitiful—came as no surprise. The relatively low number of missiles made certain that the attack would never reach Bandurian shores.

The attack satellites fired a salvo of 100 large ABMs. Upon reaching 50 km from detonation, the missiles split into 48 smaller missiles each. These missiles hit the Psychotian ICBMs, fragmenting into hundreds of thousands of high velocity tungsten cubes that ripped through the ICBMs and rendered them useless piles of scrap metal. Four missiles survived and were promptly engaged by a single ABM from one of the satellites, which ripped them too to pieces.

Meanwhile...

[Derscon] I also didn't feel like going through the in-flight crap....

Minister for Foreign Affairs Charles Perian waved his bodyguards aside and descended from his commercial aircraft alone with a complacent air, dressed in the traditional costume of a Bandurian archon, black and gold with the Imperial coat of arms emblazoned on his left shoulder. At his side, Perian carried the ancient sword known as 'Deciron', a traditional symbol of power in Banduria, first wielded by the Emperor Aurelianus IV during the Great Bandurian Civil War, hundreds of years before the creation of the Holy Imperium itself. The name originated from its supposed ability to kill ten men in a single stroke.

Perian glanced around, smiled, and stroked his sandy moustache for a moment as he looked around for a place to sit and wait for the Dersconis to arrive and escort him and the other delegates to the peace conference... He chuckled to himself as he noted the various other delegates—he mentally marked them down as Scandavians, with the aristocratic costumes, and Omzians... he wasn't exactly sure why they looked almost 'socialist' in appearance, it was just one of those things he couldn't place... He must appear to them as a somewhat satanic figure, with his long face and large close-set ears, considering that most of them probably were actively considering the possibility of invading the Imperium... Then there was the contrast between the liberal democracies such as Omz222 and Scandavian States, and the authoritarian oligarchical monarchy of Banduria... Perian knew from experience that such nations did not usually get on very well...

He selected a seat along a wall like the Scandavians, on the opposite side of the hallway, and waited.

[Strategic Command Centre, the Imperium of Banduria.]

Admiral Georgius Estar was accosted by an aide on his way to an office, and beckoned into a side briefing room. Estar said patiently, "Yes?"

"We have intel reports of an Allanean fleet attacking the Antanjylian shore. Reports state that the fleet composition consists of no fewer than fifty battleships and ten Super Carriers."

"And...?"

"That's it."

"Let's see... Allanea isn't attending the peace conference, is it?"

"No, sir."

"That gives me an idea..." Estar smiled, slowly, and somehow very chillingly...


Password: ************
/accepted
/authenticated
/decrypting
/translating
/establishing secure link

Imperia Latis Strategic Missile Command

Select type of missile: * ICBM *

Select number of missiles: * 6000 *

Select co-ordinates of missile silo: * ** ** ** X, ** ** ** Y *

Missile silo is at 85% capacity

Missile warheads contain Fuel air explosives (2000), Plasma (2000), Tungsten core (conventional explosives) (2000)

Select RADAR jamming type: * Intermittent (only choice for selected missile type) *

Co-ordination: Standard (Time-on-Target)

Launch? * Yes *

Re-enter Password: ************

Password accepted.

Preparing for launch. Please stand by...

Co-ordinating. Please stand by...

Launching in 3... 2... 1...

The ICBMs rocketed out of their silo on a remote island owned by Conquest Industries, Inc., some 300 km south of Banduria. They exited the atmosphere and skimmed along at approximately Mach 2. The Allaneans would be expecting an attack from Banduria (to the north), or Antanjyl (to the west)... but this one, coming from the southeast, would certainly surprise them to some degree.

After co-ordinating the missile strike, Estar continued on his errand, finally reaching the end of the long, torch-lined corridor and going through all the necessary security to enter (retinal scan, fingerprint scan, numeric keypad entry, voice recognition, and so on). The heavy, vaultlike door swung open, allowing Estar to enter. He descended the flight of steps there and pushed open a door at the end.

The person inside was waiting for him.

Some hours later, Conquest Industries' private army began mobilising, and Conquest SeaCorp's fleets and SkyCorp's air forces began springing into action as the wheels of one of the great corporate war machines began to turn. War was once more coming to Conquest Industries Inc., and in a big way.

OOC: Okay. Bear with me here. I will not post any attacks on Antanjyl until he posts again with the losses from my bombardment, as well as his military action against Allanea, if any. I also have no idea what a plasma warhead is and how it manages to stay MT, so I’ll just assume I was hit by really powerful explosives of some kind.

IC:

‘Holy mother of God! Captain, look!”

The crew of the USS Indomitable gasp in surprised as they watched the flight of missiles on the screens of their computers, watched as some of them exploded as they were shot by orbital anti-missile sattelites. But it was not enough.

The missiles screamed down through the upper athmosphere, Allanean automated countermeasures shoooting some of them down. Still, this was not enough. The Indomitable was pierced port-to-starboard by a tungsten rod, several powerful missiles impacting around it, killing crew as they tried to swim to safety.

Some missiles missed altogether – after all, ICBM’s are not very accurate. Still, the carnage was amazing. When all was said and done, only twenty Allanean warships were war-capable, and five more were disabled. Twenty-five were at the bottom of the sea.

The carriers, of course, were miles and miles away – they were sent back to Allanea even before the bombardment started.

Now, the crews had sent tightbeam signals that requested help – and it was sent out. Fifty more Iowa-N’s, 100 Napoleon IV-class Missile cruisers, and 50 Second Amendment-class arsenal ships. But they had a long, long way to go.

In the meanwhile, the Iowas launched missiles as well – Two Tomahawk cruise missiles each, aimed at the island from which the missiles were launched. Sattelite imagery has allowed some pretty amazing targeting. Of those missiles, twenty-five were armed with anti-armor warheads to pierce silos and bunkers, and twenty-five with EMP warheads to harm communications.

Let’s hope this works.

OOC: Hey, don't worry about skipping the inflight BS, I always do. :)

And Banduria, it is physically impossible to launch a strike with that many missiles.

RAMC Airport

The combined convoy -- which was basically the same convoy that the Shogun had, only with more vehicles for the many heads of state and other represenatives -- pulled up to where they were waiting, and the group was escorted to it, each foreign delegation getting their own SUV. The Omzian delegation was in front, then the Antanjyl, then the Scandavian States, then ending it with the Bandurian delegation. Once the all-clear was given, the convoy made their way to the Kremlin.

OOC: Skipping travel, as to save my sanity.

All of the delegations were escorted into the Star Office to find the Praetorian Guardsmen encircling the star-shaped room, while the Personal Guard were still currently invisible. Tsar Alexei stood up behind the desk to greet them, offer them drinks, and motion to their seats. He motioned for the Scandavian and Omzian delegations to sit on the side where the Shogun was currently sitting, and the Antanjyl/Bandurian delegation on the opposite, with Alexei's desk in the centre of the couch set up.

"I'm glad all of you could make it," he said, opening the meeting. The ramp in the back of the room closed and clicked shut, effectively locking everyone currently in the room inside until Alexei decided to open it again.

"I don't need to insult your intelligence by announcing why we are here, today," Alexei said, after the drink orders were taken and delivered by the invisible personal guard (as to give the impression that the drinks were floating). "So let's get down to business."

"I believe what we want is very simple," Shogun Himura said. "If you stop the selling of slaves overseas, the blockade will be lifted. We don't want to be imperialistic, we just want to stop the slave trading. You can do it in your own borders, but not without. Don't deny it, you contacted us not too long back hinting at hiring us to escort your 'cargo.'"

[ooc: Gar. I have to depart now; I'll post tomorrow my responce. So please people, try to keep the pace of this thread down a little bit... I don't like waking up to 30 new posts to respond to just because I'm not quite as addicted to NS as all of you are... ;)]

Asiya nodded, "Indeed. As for the Imperium, we not only have surveilance video with audio pickups of an Antanjylian-flagged vessel attempting to two slave girls that later self-destructed, with the casualties and destroyed dock to prove it, but the correspondance between our agent and the 'Antanjyl Slave Market'. Further, that correspondance implicates that the government of Antanjyl is in colusion with the Slave Market. And before you suggest it, there are so many failsafes, both physical and legal, built into this operation that it's impossible to forge. Mei, you wanted to add something?"

"Yes. Speaking on the military side of things, I wish to inform the Bandurian delegation that the Imperium will no longer tolerate the use of ballistic missiles. Henceforth, the Imperium will follow its policy of regarding any ballistic missile launch against Imperial assets as a nuclear attack, with all the reactions that implies. Furthermore, the Imperium will consider any ballistic missile attacks against any fleet operating against Banduria or Antajyl in the same manner it would against an Imperial fleet. Lastly, the Imperium will treat any further attacks against the Allanean fleet, or any other party not attending this conference and allied to the Imperium, as an attack against the Imperium and a breach of the cease-fire agreement. Don't test the Imperium on this one, we've already demonstrated a willingness and an ability to carry through with out promises," the cold smile that accompanied the last sentence could have chilled ice.

Asiya picked up the ball once again, "Now that both those pronouncements are out of the way, I would suggest an extra hour be given during the next meal break to allow the various representatives a chance to communicate the events of the day up to that time."

OOC: Um SS you do know that um your rather wide "ballistic missile" claim covers virtually every non sea skimming non cruise missile out there? I think you need to throw an I in there somewhere.

[If one wants to nit, certainly. However, the only "non-cruse missiles" used so far have been of the intercontinental variety.]

The Air Marshal coughed as a sign of his intentions to speak, which seemed to have been respected by the rest of the delegates as the Scandavian delegation finished their statements. As the foreign affairs envoy nodded as a sign of approval, he spoke up, the light temporarily glinting off the metal flag pinned onto his collar. "First, to get down to business, the Omzian government has no intention of directly engaging in the blockade itself. Though we do admit that it is a valiant effort undertaken by the various nations in this grand stand against slavery and the indignity suffered by those under this corrupted and demented institution, instead we would like to talk about the current intervention by the Bandurian forces in the conflict. For long, we have watched the behaviour of the Bandurian leadership throughout the initial periods of their entrance into the conflict. While their rhetorics implied that they were in fact in a mission against the Scandavian 'imperialists'" - he sopoke the last word with a special emphasis to highlight the sarcasm - "it is overly obvious that the only thing they want is to create a racket that is only going to be detrimental to the whole crisis at hand. Racketeering, profiteering, whatever one might want to call them, it is in oue view that the Bandurians are simply engaged to stir up trouble - clearly, they have no strong stand either against or for slavery and its associated ideas and principles.

"But, is it really necessary? Of course we think not. it is clear that the Bandurians themselves doesn't, and shouldn't, really have a place in the whole conflict anyways, and therefore to engage in it and face a confrontation with more than two world powers is not only unnecessary, but foolish on their own part. They must realize that by participating in the conflict, they are only going to create further troubles for themselves, while attracting the negative attention of many other nations. They imply that their forces are not stretched thin at all - but with substantial naval deployments to both Czardas and ViZion in other conflicts, it is only a wonder how their military leadership has chosen to fight three separate wars on three separate fronts without compromising their overall capabilities and the likeliness of success in either of these three fronts. So to sum this up - the Bandurians have no place in the conflict, and thus they should leave. By participating in this conflict, there will be nothing in for them - only the misery of their own servicemen and and further fracture of their already weakened reputation through their open support for the slavery state of Antanjyl - with nothing to gain from this pointless participation. For us on the other hand, our involvement is only because of the direct provocation against one of our closest allies, and likewise it is of a strategic importance for us to intervene to allay the possibility of a difficult situation for our allies. Therefore, an involvement undertaken by the Bandurian government will only weaken their position, not strengthen it - so why get involved in the first place?

"Lastly, we would like to address another potentially disturbing finding. Assets of the Omzian Navy under the Navy Department of Intelligence believes that during the engagement with the Scandavian forces, ballistic missiles - types that have normally been fitted with nuclear warheads - have been fired against the fleets of our own allies. We have no evidence, as of right now, that they have been fitted with nuclear warheads. We do not have a policy, and will not necessarily endorse one of such, that advocates a full strategic nuclear response to a tactical nuclear attack. However, shall the Bandurians either continue this type of attack utilizing strategic-type nuclear delivery systems, it would only be a foolish decision. If nuclear warheads are actually used, the Omzian government shall follow the footsteps of her Scandavian allies shall they choose to retaliate in a strategic manner.

"That is all, and my thanks for the attention and dignifying respect exhibited by all delegates toward us during this statement of our official position o nthe matter."

Daemon Farwell looked at the others and smiled faintly, nodding politely as he finally came towards listening to what the Omzians had to say. He seemed to find the entire thing quite amusing, as he eventually brushed his hair back and stood up. He was garbed in the Agency Uniform signifying Antanjyl's military police force, and his steel blue eyes took in everyone around him before he opened his mouth to speak, each word said with the intellectual apptitude of a skilled orator.

"Gentlemen please... All of this slave trade is unfounded. If we really had something to hide, we would have struck back long ago. However might I add that Antanjyl has not killed a single member from any of your nations? In fact we haven't even launched a single rocket or missile, because Galf himself was sure that this could easily be handled with diplomacy. There are a few things however, that need to be made clear... Despite Scandavian States' little talk of those men who were selling women, which is common among families in many third world countries such as Antanjyl, the links to any government activity are vague at best. There may be a slave market under that name in Antanjyl, or even a group of them!... But the government has been cracking down on them for decades, with sparse results. However, any signs of slavery that Psychotic Psychoes had seen were almost obviously our convicts, which are forced to work off their debt to society in that fashion. While some call that slavery, we do not keep them past their term, so I implore you to describe that in anyway to be slavery."

"In fact..." Daemon smiled with a kind, almost brotherly aura as he scratched his cheek, "Antanjly has had nothing to do with slavery itself for over a century, and as our allies have stated, no signs of slaves were even seen! Surely we all can't be attempting to pull the wool over your eyes? I would be more than willing to give delegates a guided tour of our nation, should the blockade come to a close. However, first we would need to end this blockade before anymore innocent men and women lose their lives. Am I correct?"

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Kinshash was decimated without any signs of reprisal, the entire city literally collapsing from below over twenty feet, however it would simply look like a problem with the city's foundation from any satellite photographs. The few soldiers still driving APCs around the city were all killed, along with the scouts awaiting any possibilities of an enemy landing. The few survivors were either retreating into the forests far outside of the city or digging themselves in any areas, or climbing into the rubble itself to retreat into the underground tunnel system, which was now badly damaged.

The nation was once again angry at the Allanean government, as television broadcasts of the port being utterly turned to a field of rubble were shown in every city. The Allanean Christian Regime, as they have been named by the media, were simply wasting their weaponry wiping out paltry settlements and slums which could easily be rebuilt with the money the government kept on standby. The loss was not as exaggerated before, due to Allanea's little message having come so far through before.

The Allaneans want to turn Antanjyl into a Christian Government and forget our roots! They've been helping the Christian Terrorist Faction, "The Sons of Jesus" for years! They'll slowly starve the people to death, and within two years Antanjyl's emergency food supply will be completely exhausted, if the people lived through Allanea's eventual bombing. There were also numerous rumors of a virus, or even bombs moving underneath Government military tunnels, and the military was on full alert for that time when they finally did come inland.

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~~Losses~~

3,940 Military Personel
530 Civilians
24 APCs

If at first you don't succeed, use a bigger gun.
(Allanean folk saying)

This was approximately the plan of the Allanean government. Two sets of measures were now taken up against the Antanjyly. First, the twenty-five Iowas continued to barrage the ruins of Kinshash – to make try and prevent them from being used as a makeshift fortress by the local forces. But the barrage was short and limited – the Allaneans saw no need to waste firepower on a wrecked city.

In the meanwhile, Allanea’s arsenal ships and missile cruisers opened up. With 250 ships spread out throughout the sea and sattelite guiding, they targeted constructs all over Antanjyl with 15,000 total missiles, targeting airfields, SAM sites and radars with explosives, incendiaries, and EMP munitions.

The Allanean government was not limiting itself to a physical attack. Throughout Antanjyl, via Internet sites, sattelite broadcasts, and even unsolicited international phonecalls at the pay of Allanea’s Congress. They sent out a simple message, reiterated in dozens of forms, spun by clever imagemakers, promoted by all the best capitalist commercial firms that Allanea could hire.

The message was simple -although it came in many different forms, from animated Internet pages to wide variety of letters, emailed pamphlets, and the work of thousands of volunteer, military, and corporate hired phone operators – as well as hundreds of automated dialing computers, working around the clock, calling thousands of Antanjylians – and when their phone lines were blocked, they simply switched to an international router and called ‘from Edolia’ or ‘from Derscon’. This was it’s summary:

"All sentients are endowed from birth by certain rights. Those rights are life, liberty, and property – the protection of those rights is the only rightful purpose of the State. A state that acts to infringe upon those rights is both evil and illegitimate – and does not deserve to exist one second. The demands that we make upon your government are not something that serves our benefit – rather, it is something that any half-decent government should do by itself. It is tragic that we find ouselves forced to enforce those principles at gunpoint. If you want to avoid unnecessary, useless violence, try and put some peaceful pressure on your government to comply with them."

The wave of propaganda was huge, designed to simply flood the Antanjylian governmet with a wave of counterpropaganda.

In the meanwhile, a simple set of terms was sent to the Antanjylian government and published on the Internet. Each provision was accompanied with a wide series of links preaching to Antanjyl’s people of it’s benefits.:



1. Antanjyl will recognise the right of every sentient to freedom of speech and religion. It will thus end all persecution on a religious or political basis.
2. Antanjyl will recognise the right of every sentient to a fair and open trial by jury.
3. Antanjyl will recognise the right of every sentient to liberty. As such, all slaves in Antanjyl will be immediately freed. Antanjyl will also end the military draft.
4. Antanjyl will establish a representative constitutional republic, and hold it’s first elections within 18 months from signing of those proposals.
5. Antanjyl will recognise the right of every sentient to be secure from unreasonable search and seizure, and to hold private property. As such, it will immediately begin measures for transition to a capitalist economy.
6. Antanjyl will immediately act to disarm 75% of it’s ground forces. All weapons in their posesssion must be turned over to former slaves and religious dissidents, or sold on the open market at cost..
7. The enumeration of certain rights in this treaty will not be construed ro deny or disparage others retained by the people.
8. Antanjyl will legalize homeschooling, private schooling, parochial schooling, and all alternate forms of education. It will act within 60 days to privatise at least %25 of it's education system.
9. Antanjyl will act within 60 days to privatise at least %25 of it’s railroad industry.
10. Antanjyl will allow Allanean, Scandavian, Ommzian, and Greater Prussian observers into the nation to guarantee fair elections and the compliance with all demands,
11. If those terms are not complied with, all government institutions, power plants, military infrastructure and air travel facilities, as well as all government-owned media centers, will be burned to the ground and the government officials in charge of them killed. However, at any time, the people of Antanjyl are free to comply and cease the hostilities. In this case, the United States of Allanea will pay for the reconstruction of the nation – in addition to the many benefits Antanjylians will receive from compliance itself.

"Actually, Mr. Farwell, I am suggesting such a thing. As you have just pointed out, your allies, nations your own government has close relations to, are backing up your claims. Of course they're going to fall in line with your propaganda, it's in their best interests to do so. Don't think me ignorant, Mr. Farwell, the Imperium has been around for over a thousand years and we've had to deal with nations opposed to our goals before.

"As for the blockade, that won't be lifted until the Imperium is completely satisfied that there are in fact no slaves. That means unhindered access to every square inch of every facility or construct my government or any other government thinks need be looked at. If your government doesn't comply, then the blockade won't go away. And if the blockade doesn't go away, your nation will slowly wither at the vine.

"It occurs to me, Mr. Farwell, that we are in something of a contest of wills, and the Imperium has every advantage. You can stall all you like, but in the end the Imperium just loses some money, but your nation loses population. That, of course, translates to lost economy and lost taxbase, neither of which a government can survive without."

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Things near Antajyl weren't without without activity where the Imperium was concerned. Regular sweeps by radar mapping satellites went about the business of trying to find underground facilities, the difficulty of which was greatly increased by the nearly unceasing mountain ranges. However, that didn't mean the satellites were completely without success, mines and even sections of tunnel were mapped and even more entrances to tunnels were found.

Task Force 3 had arrived as well, but this time didn't split up as ASTF 1 had initially done. The only elements detached were the Morningstar hunter-killer destroyers, they could quickly catch up to the task force if battle was to happen again and patrol points could be traversed very quickly even at 3/4 flank speed. However, they didn't join in the bomardment, leaving aside the fact that it would have violated the cease fire there was nothing to hit with the Allaneans trashing anything they could detect.

The shogun sat forward and began to speak. He was slightly annoyed, but being a diplomat, found a way to cover it up, "Mr. Farwell, our own Naval Intelligence Department has transcripts of documents that your government sent us, hinting at the possibility of using our ships to escort slave traders through our "Navy for Hire" program, which has since been suspended." He looked at the Antanjyl diplomat accussingly, "with such evidence, any denile of a slavery market, whether private, public, or governmental, is simply propaganda."

Kenshin paused, gathered his notes about, and then proceeded, "now, about the Banduria situation. There is absolutely no reason for them to be involved here. All they are doing is causing more loss of life in situations that don't require it by acting as the aggressors. Our own forces have lost several ships, and I was recently informed that the damaged battlecarrier sunk late this morning. I'll bring this ultimatum before them: if the pay for the lost equipment and 2 million dollars in reperations to the sailors' families and agree to remove their presence from this conflict, we will drop our decleration of war. However, their unprovoked attack has angered and dishonored our people greatly. If they do not accept these terms and remain in this conflict, we will have to let the decleration of war stand." The shogun spoke these words with anger and intensity in his voice. There was even a small hint of dangerous foreshadowing in his voice.

The Tsar sat behind his desk watching the two sides battle it out with words. He himself had no intention of joining the current debate, however -- he had other plans.

On one of his computer monitors -- which were designed so that no matter where you were in the room, only if you were behind the large desk could you see it, due to the lighting affects and the physical positioning of the monitors -- lied a stratiegic map of Antanjyl, with prime target zones for both space-based kinetic weaponry, as well as electro-magnetic warfare techniques.

As major rail locations lit up in red, as well as ICBM silos, the Tsar smiled. The three Orbital Defence Grids currently over Banduria and Antanjyl were doing their job effectively. Obviously, they had absolutely no orders to fire unless attacked, due to the conference, but that doesn't mean they haven't targeted anything.

The Tsar saved all of the imagery currently being transmitted from the ODGs -- with the hilighted Stratiegic Targets -- and sent them in a wire to Allanean CinC over some of the most secure communications networks in the Empire. All done under the nose of the conference, with no one possessing the ability to see what, exactly, the Tsar was doing on his computer.

PRIORITY: RTFN
TO: Allanean CinC
FROM: Tsar Alexei Alexandrovich XIV
SUBJ: Antanjyl

Attached are satellite feeds from three of the Dersconi ODGs currently hovering
over that location. Oppertune Target Zones -- railways, silos, and such --
have been hilighted. I hope this helps.

Also, please contact your on-the-ground commander there. I am in the position
to jam any and all Antanjyl electronics-communications, without revealing the
identity of the attacker. Will this be of help to you?

-- Tsar Alexei

Priority: Special
From: President Klotchkovsky, United States of Allanea
To: His Majesty Tsar Alexei Alexandrovich XIV
Subj: Antanjyl.

One believes that at the present time, shutting down the Antnajylian radio and TV propaganda machine with the use of electronical attacks, with minimal loss of life, is the proper and rightful thing to do in the situation. It will destroy the governemnt’s monopoly on information, and allow us to better conduct the explanatory activities in the so-called ‘holy’ Empire of Antanjyl. At presense, the United States Navy is making an effort to destroy the anti-air capacities of Antanjyl. You will soon be presented with a progress report.

Yours sincerely
President Klotchovsky,
United States of Allanea

National Military Command Centre, Unknown Location

Because of the fact that the Tsar being on the computer during the peace conference all the time looks at best rude and at worse suspicious, all communications sent to the Tsar were sent through the NMCC, and they were given orders from the Tsar do do certain things depending on the reaction from the Allaneans, and only if in dire need to contact the Tsar.

Fortunately, the Allanean response was one of the predicted responses. So, after minor deliberation, the General Staff of the DPED sent off two messages, one sent to the three ODGs, and one sent back to the Allanean President.

PRIORITY: RTFN
TO: Allanean CinC
FROM: DPED General Staff
SUBJ: Re: Antanjyl

Thank you for your response. We apologize for Alexei himself not being able
to respond, but he was already taking a risk by sending the request during the
conference. Please send progress reports, it would be tremendously helpful.

--General Staff

PRIORITY: RTFN
TO: ODGCIC; Amon-Re, Morning Star, Apollo
FROM: DPED GENERAL STAFF
SUBJ: ORDERS

ODG COMMANDS: ALL ODGS OPERATING IN THE ANTANJYL/BANDURIA AREA
ARE TO COMMENCE JAMMING OPERATIONS IMMEDIATELY.

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Orbital Defense Grid Amon-Re

General Bogdavlad Raichikov recieved the orders from the NMCC and sighed. "And so we're off to war again." The message was sent to the Electronic Warfare Command Center in ODG-01 for execution.



All around the outside of the ODG, the protective barriers were being opened, and satellites were coming out of their holes. Focusing on the TV and radio stations, the jamming satellites on the Amon-Re immediately began bombarding them with so much extra noise that anyone listening in on the headphones would nearly go deaf from the sudden explosion of noise.

Also, jamming signals on the ODGs were being sent to the Antanjyl satellites, both military and civilian, in order to prevent any sort of communication coming out of the nation and reaching the Antanjyl delegation at the peace conference, as well as Antanjyl sending out requests to allies for help.

Antanjyl was finally in a state of total isolation, as this was not only happening with the Amon-Re, which by itself could remove a smaller nation from the face of the planet (be it communications-wise, or physically), but also ODG-2, the Morning Star, and ODG-4, the Apollo.

Of course, such an attack that was just executed is basically untracable, so even if someone did figure out what was going on, no one would hold Derscon accountable, simply because they couldn't know. After all, their Tsar was holding a peace conference. It would most likely be blamed on Allanea, or possibly Scandavian States.

Tough luck for the Antanjyls.

OOC: If thats an FT attack Descon I'm just going to ignore it flat-out. Now to handle those missiles. Every one of our remaining air bases are closed off in the mountains, the others were evacuated and most of the equipment moved to prevent Scandavian's Super Dreadnoughts from targetting them. So to reach them they would basically have to swerve past mountains and be the target of just about every anti-air weapon on the way there.

Oh and Psychotic Psychoes, I never hired you for anything like that. The war in topal was about defending Topal from the Comatica Imperialist Regime. Not getting slaves. O_O

IC: Daemon Farwell nodded a bit and smiled, looking over at the Shogun, "Alright. How about this? To prevent any further hostilities, my government will allow the Shogun to send a taskforce to investigate our country for any possibility of slaves... In fact, we will even allow a smaller detachment of Scandavian States' forces for a few months to investigate for slaves, and will allow more spontaneous searches at later dates. Obviously, we will not allow Allanea inside of our borders, as they are warmongering barbarians who we cannot as of yet begin remotely trusting. I am almost certain that this is agreeable to all parties involved, correct?"

Daemon Farwell heard a beeping sound coming from a small communicator in the front pocket of his cloak, and brought it to ear level and smiled as he began listening in on it. Shrugging a bit, he eventually began to smile, then shook his head. Eventually however, a large hissing sound came over it as his communication was cut off.

"Well that was the Emperor Himself, and he has informed me that Allanea not only wants to invade us over slavery, but also wishes to abolish our government systen and become a republic. Now since this is such an unreasonable request, he has stated that, if every single nation here abolishes any sort of monarchy or imperialist government, then Antanjyl will follow suit. I'm sure if you all agree, that will make Allanea even happier, however if not we can follow through with the first part of our agreement. I will no longer be able to talk to our Emperor, since our communication grid has been attacked by what can only be yet another tactic that Allanea is intending to use against my people."

Scratching the back of his head, Daemon Farwell looked over at the rest of Antanjyl's delegates, primarily that of General Gares, muttering something about his services as a delegate no longer being required. With that, the seven foot tall general walked off quietly, a snarl on his face. Daemon Farwell obviously figured that the agreement he had just laid out would be accepted by all nations.

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Antanjyl Mountains

As if at once, as soon as the missiles came within 100km of the mountainous regions of the country, they were intercepted by upwards of two times as many missiles of Antanjyl's own. After this first volley, a second was also fired, and within the span of a few minutes the entire threat was completely obliterated, as the skies above Antanjyl were doused in expansive fires. Soon after this, almost all communications from Antanjyl would be cut off by an unknown attack, so any hopes of receiving any type of response to what Allanea wanted would not be happening any time soon. However, the rest of Antanjyl's military were still in the mountains, and they were still relatively capable of wiping out almost anything that flew overhead.

Most of Antanjyl's messages were all wiped off before they could reach the people. The internet was shut off during the war to prevent any leaks from going outside, and most phones were quickly shut off by the government to prevent any of Allanea's propaganda from wasting the country's power supply. They didn't have anything to worry about, as Antanjyl was essentially homogenous, with well over 90% of everyone following the State religion of Rashidi, Galf included. The Slavery would go on open ears, as most people had no idea what was being talked of. Those in Antalia had a vague idea what this was about finally, but to depose of Antanjyl's Emperor would be to destroy any form of protection from these foreign ideals that Allanea seems to preach.

As the day waned near the northern mountain near the land bridge a great horn was blown that came from the Scandinvan army. As the sound of the horn faded into the distance the banners of the Scandinvan Empire could be seen in the distance. Right behind them came the mass of men and vehicles of the entire force that had been sent by Lord Lawrence. As the army approached the gold armor of Lord Godfrey could easily be seen and picked it out.

The army approached the mountains they began to scan the mountains with their eyes hoping to see some kind of life. As they looked around Lord Godfrey and a small personal guard rode forward carrying the Scandinvan banner hoping to encounter any Antanjyl soldier.

OOC: Oh and I also guess that any ships from Derscon's allies were affected by the EMP/jamming thing correct? Otherwise we could just switch all of our equipment a bit and not be that affected. Or I could use my allies equipment. AND as long as nothing you're using is FT its alright. That includes surveillance equipment might I add, and since most of my railways are under the mountains, the locations to hit by are almost all either secluded mountain outposts leading into tunnels or that around cities. o_o

IC: As the Scandinvans traversed the landbridge and came ever deeper into the obscuring mountains, their horn blowing outward, a small contingent of troops were watching their every move from above. As the large army came to a small mountain pass, the first of the Antanjylian Army's soldiers would make his appearance known by slowly walking out of a large cluster of snow-covered foiliage, a blank expression on his face as he waved into the brush, as a large contingent of soldiers appeared, the leader slowly walking in front of them with a salute as he stared over at the large group of men.

"Ah! We're glad we were able to find you so quickly! The mountains hide almost everything, but it is still best that we travel underground, for the sake of our troops. Theres a small tunnel off in an old mine shaft connected to our underground railway. The communication grid over Antanjyl has blacked out momentarily, but we'll be able to fix it soon. Please, follow me!"

Turning, the white haired man pointed at a massive tunnel entrance which was completely obscured from all but one side by mountains and trees. The man was albino, along with 4% of everyone in Antanjyl, and had an almost ghostly manner to his movements. Not bothering to look back and make quiet chitchat, he made his way forward towards the tunnel, only calling back once.

"We'll move you all in large groups, and possibly station you at diffrent areas of the nation to better protect our people! The Emperor himself is waiting for you especially!"

As the Duchess had said, she wasn't naive and didn't believe for a moment that the Antanjylians intended to cooperate meaningfully. However, the point was to play diplomacy like poker, "I am pleased to hear that you are willing to cooperate, Mr. Farwell. However, the blockade can't and won't be lifted until the Imperium is satisfied that there are no slaves in your nation. Considering that we have substantial proof that somebody of Antanjylian origin is trading slaves on the international market, the Imperium would have to settle for making sure that all slaves are removed from Antanjyl. And to be perfectly frank, Mr. Farwell, I find it hard to believe that somebody who claims such vast and far-reaching knowledge of their own nation could remain ignorant of a slave trade in their own nation, so in order to avoid serious economic consequences outside of the blockade you are going to have to prove to the Imperium's satisfaction that no colusion or willfull ignorance has been committed on the part of the Antanjylian government.

"As for the Allanean demands, I find myself unwilling to take your word for it. I think that perhaps this is a good time to adjourn this meeting for a couple hours so that our representatives can report on the preceedings and recieve news and/or instructions."

"As you wish your majesty. However I have stated that there may be a slave trade on a local level, but once found I assure you anyone involved is almost always condemned outside of our Emperor's palace. As long as the attacks on our nation by Allanea stops, I am willing to allow your investigation during the blockade. Anyone found involved in the Slave Trade will then be impaled outside of the Palace, and to make sure that it is done, you may have your own people witness it."

Daemon Farwell smiled a bit and broke into a bow, slowly moving his calm eyes over the other diplomats, primarily Psychotic Psychoes Shogun. Before he left, Daemon was assured that any slaves in the nation were released, for lack of a better term. It was a large price to pay, but if it would stop the war, the government was willing to do anything.

"I suppose I agree with you, if none of the others have any words to put in. It was a long flight, and I will like to get in contact with my Emperor to tell him your request. I am sure he is more than willing to allow these things however, though almost all of Allanea's ludicrous claims will be denited, untill such a time that every nation here abolishes all monarchy or Imperialism. If you would like to prove my emperor wrong and surrender all claims of your governments to your people, I will tell Galf personally and he too will do this. But untill such a time we will only help you abolish any slave trade in Antanjyl that we know of, nothing more and nothing less."

The Flag Captain had mostly been keeping a very good military bearing, with her eyes and head forward and her hands resting comfortably on her knees. The first interruption of that was when Farwell said, "Your Majesty"; her eyes suddenly moved to look at the Antanjylian diplomat and when she realized that he was addressing her great aunt the right corner of her mouth ticked once. The second time was when the diplomat repeated his demands that the Imperium abolish its system of governance, her mouth briefly depressed into a thin line and her almond eyes narrowed slightly. Both actions were barely noticeable, but Duchess Saleh was perceptive towards her moods and the negetive facial movements were a bad sign; her great niece possessed her niece's towering temper, the facial movements were a signal that Mei's fuse was quickly nearing its end. It was uncharacteristic of the normally stoic Flag Captain, but it was also uncharacteristic of anybody from the Imperium to suffer somebody thought to be involved in the trading of slaves.

Not waiting for anybody else to agree, Asiya pulled her companion away from the group and to somewhere they could talk. The Duchess firmly hoped she could reign Mei in, but if not the violent, explosive temper that Mei possessed would no doubt result in a diplomatic faux pas of epic proportions.

"Yes. Speaking on the military side of things, I wish to inform the Bandurian delegation that the Imperium will no longer tolerate the use of ballistic missiles. Henceforth, the Imperium will follow its policy of regarding any ballistic missile launch against Imperial assets as a nuclear attack, with all the reactions that implies. Furthermore, the Imperium will consider any ballistic missile attacks against any fleet operating against Banduria or Antajyl in the same manner it would against an Imperial fleet. Lastly, the Imperium will treat any further attacks against the Allanean fleet, or any other party not attending this conference and allied to the Imperium, as an attack against the Imperium and a breach of the cease-fire agreement. Don't test the Imperium on this one, we've already demonstrated a willingness and an ability to carry through with out promises," the cold smile that accompanied the last sentence could have chilled ice.
Foreign Minister Perian raised his eyebrows slightly. "I am slightly confused by your pronunciation... Banduria has not attempted to attack any Allanean assets whatsoever, and we do not intend to attack them. Nonetheless, we will bow to caution and not fire upon any Allanean assets... that is, unless we are attacked first."

For a moment Perian's icy smile matched the Scandavian's almost exactly, and then the colour and warmth seemed to return into his face, conciliatory as before.

He then turned to the Omzian delegates. "You say that there was nothing in this conflict for the Bandurians... I wish to respectfully disagree. We involved ourselves because Antanjyl requested our aid... because we have a belief in the national sovereignty of nations, which the Scandavians appeared to be violating. Personally, I am of the belief that if a nation wishes to maintain slavery as a cultural or economic practice, it is nobody's place to interfere; very much à la 'I disagree with what you say, but I will defend to the death your right to say it' ... no?" He smiled slightly. "Now, I understand that slavery is not the issue here... and I agree that the benefits of our involvement are outweighed by the disadvantages... which is why all Imperial Navy fleets that could possibly attack Scandavian States or any of its allies are at the moment standing down and remaining in port, when they could very easily utterly destroy all of the Scandavian, Psychotian, and Allanean navies."

Perian glanced at the Psychotian Shogun and smiled expansively. "Perhaps we shall compromise here...? We will pay the reparations you ask, and withdraw from the conflict, if you and your allies agree to withdraw as well and remove all forces from the Antanjyl area. Otherwise the Imperial declaration of war stands." He folded his arms across his chest and glanced at Derscon's Tsar, who appeared to be typing something on a computer. Perian's gaze turned icy for a moment as he seemed to be remembering something, as faint static and noise erupted from his earpiece. He smiled gently, the icy look gone now.

...At least on the surface. Suspicions were beginning to form in Perian's mind. He wasn't sure exactly what, but he was certain that the conference's host was up to something....

Double-dealing was the backbone of every conference. And Perian was an expert at it.

The small island held little but the massive missile silo and a warehouse for Conquest Industries Inc. productions. Nonetheless, due to attacks by rival companies all Conquest sites were heavily defended. Thus, as soon as the fifty Tomahawk cruise missiles were detected incoming, scores of SAMs erupted from sites along the outer perimeter of the warehouse and territory, blasting the slow incoming missiles into fragments.

Meanwhile, the 4th Corporate Armada was departing from one of SeaCorp's major naval bases, towards the 200-odd Allanean ships, approaching from the south. With no evidence to link it to Banduria in any way—all of the information had been found and destroyed by intelligence teams long ago—there would be no known violation of the cease-fire.

Most of the 512 ships in the armada were arsenal configured, as they had no need to carry troops, unlike the Allaneans, either relying on unarmed and vulnerable transports or compromising missile fire. The entire battle would be fought on the waves and in the air. Even as they departed they began to target any Allanean ships they could identify. 8" and 14" railgun fire began pounding Allanean battleships, as the arsenal configured cruisers and destroyers opened their VLS cells and fired a total of 43,200 anti-shipping missiles towards the Allanean ships. The launch had been timed so that all of the missiles were launched almost simultaneously, coming from a completely different direction than the ICBMs and further confusing and surprising the Allanean fleet. Pax-class rearmament ships quickly began rearming the arsenal ships of the armada as it turned towards Scandavian States, this time to launch strikes against Scandavian cities. The rearming would take up to four hours, but during that time the fleet would be far from defenceless. The remainder of the ships carried up to 55,000 more missiles in all, and possibly even more.

OOC: Well, I do understand that Derscon’s EMP/jamming attack is mostly focused on the inhabited portions of your nation. So I can’t bomb you, I can’t land troops there, I can’t lob cruise missiles and I can’t do propaganda. You can’t shoot missiels at my planest that can’t fly there anyway. This is perfecrly okay by me.

IC:

In the President’s Office

“Sir, we have a situation.”

President Klotchkovsky raised his head. ‘Namely?”

“Well, as far as we can see, our missiles all got shot down by the Antanjyl air defenses.”

For a few seconds, the Allanean President was speechless. “Fifteen thousand missiles?” – he gasped – “Holy mother of god and all that is holy!”

“On the good side, Sir, the Dersconi are now beginning to jam and EMP all communications in Antanjyl. No missiles, no AA, no aircraft, no radio – for them or for us, except possibly in the shore areas of the nation.”

“And how do we continue the information war?”

“We can focus the telemarketing front on the surviving phone lines, Sir. At the worst, it will cause them to completely tear themselves off the outside world, at best, someone will listen to us.”

“Not bad. Call the telemarketers. Oh, and send our cargo ships there.”

“All one hundred transports?”

“Yes. NOW.”

“Yes, Mr. President!”
“All one hundred transports?”

“Yes. NOW.”

“Yes, Mr. President!”

Antanjyl shore, Kinshashan Ruins

Being as the EMP attacks were centered in the mountain, the shore would not be much affected. Still, the Allaneans did not want to risk it. Instead, thte aircraft began to drop troops and light APC’s (2,500 troops total on a truly amazing amount of cargo aircraft) on the very edge of the shore, not daring to go in and brave the constant onslaught of EMP.

Just next to the former sity of Kinshash, hundreds of parachutes opened. Of those, 2,000 carried regular humans – of course,very well-trained and armed with ABR-8 battle rifles and other quality gear. And 500 were Dohwar – not humans. More then anything, they looked like penguins with fingerlike structures at the end of their flippers. Their beaks were sharp and vicious, and unlike a real penguin, they were rather fast and not to be messed with. And of course, they loved the climate.

Top Secret, Eyes Only
From: President of the United States of Allanea
To: Relevant Dersconi Authorities.

Is it possible to reduce the scope of the EMP bombardment and interference to Antanjyl's radio and television broadcasting alone? This will allow us to lead a campaign of propaganda against the nation with more efficiency.

OOC: If thats the case then I'm alright with it. I'm sure an ally will spot whats happening eventually anyways and shoot them down. Depending on how high up the jammer is though, it could also mess up anyone's satellites trying to check out ground movements. So either way Derscon will eventually either be found out by an ally of mine or we'll just remain in the frozen wastes fighting a battle of attrition. Also, any guided missiles will probably mess up and not hit their intended targets or crash into some random mountain. But its all okay with me then.

IC:

Antalia Command Bunker

"Sir! We've managed to strike down all the missiles!" Ares shouted excitedly, however since he was a child he would for the time be forgiven, "The defenses worked just as you said. However, all communications have completely shut off, along with almost all of our electronics!"

"And the Red Feast? Is the food supply still coming up to Antalia's surface?" Galf said quietly, rubbing a clawed finger against his cheek in through, "Haha I suppose its for the best. They won't be able to use any electronic guidance systems on us in any case."

"The Red Feast is still pushing provisions up from under Antanjyl, but we've had to resort to manual pumping methods! What about our trains?! How are we going to move troops through the tunnels!"

Galf laughed for a few moments before smacking the small boy, sending him flying a few feet in the air before landing unceremoniously un the floor, trickles of blood oozing from his lip.

"Silence! We'll need to use messengers. The Agency is big enough to do this, If we need to we'll just resort to coal trains... But not in the underground railways. We'll have to use the passenger ones. In the tunnels I want as many troops moving towards Kinshash as possible, and try to detect where the EMP attack stops."

"Aye... sir!" The boy muttered as an officer lifted him to his feet. Rushing out the door, everyone in the room suddenly grew much more serious.

"Hmm... Allanea wouldn't have done this, since their own planes and missiles would lose too much effectiveness. I'm sure they could have eventually outlasted us... Or at least they no doubt thought they would have."

"Sir what about Kinshash? Our plan to blow it up from underneath can't be done due to the intensity of the bombing."

"Ah well. I've already had more than enough soldiers sent there to take care of things. They'll need to be careful to avoid being bombarded though... That shouldn't be too much of a problem, we still have a few rockers and anti-missile batteries in the woods outside of the mountains too, but I'd rather not use them. Damn... Daemon should have made done his job already... To think I've raised him from a simple slave child and this is how I've been repaid, with lack luster service."

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Antanjyl Shore; Kinshashan Ruins

There were still some survivors in the ruins which had not as of yet gone underground to await reinforcements. Though far outnumbered, the roughly three hundred men and women remained in the piles of rubble, moving every now and then in the hopes of getting to a better posisition. Once found they would quickly take aim and fire at the Allanean soldiers before hiding back behind the rubble and ruins of the city. They would show some alarm from seeing the Dohwars, and perhaps even go so far as to attack them instead. Being unfamiliar with them, it was important to make sure that whatever these creatures that fought with the Allaneans were actually lived and were not mechanized. They had lost contact with Antanjyl shortly after missile fire at the outskirts of the mountain range had all erupted at once. Nobody had any idea what had happened, but they would still continue to fight, hoping that Antalia Castle and the Emperor still stood.

[Just a note, Banduria. My nation is in NorthPac, all the other way across the North Pole. Given the size of NS' North Pole, it means your ships are going to have to go around.]

No matter how much firepower you have, a crowd of really angry Allaneans always has more firepower then you do.
Rule of nature.

The nearest man to the ruins – five hundred meters away from the edge of the former city – was private Hank Morrison, Junior. As the Antanjylians approached him, he was standing with his back to the ruins and folding up his parachute. He did not see them coming.

Suddenly, an inhuman scream of pain tore through the winter plains as the Antanjylian bullets impacted him in the lower back, hitting his kidneys in spine. He was, literally, in a world of pain as his legs gave under him and he fell, first to his knees then to his face. He was still conscious when he heard his comrades firing back at the Antanjylians.

It has to be said that the Allaneans are a really ‘special’ sort of people. It affects their culture in many ways, but for the purposes of our story, we must only know that Allanean soldiers – and civilians – use way too much firepower. The mainstay Allanean military rifle is the ABR-8, chambered not in an assault rifle caliber, but in the .308 NATO (7.62*51mm) round, often carrying hollowpoint ammunition. This enables their rifles to have far more stopping power and range than an average soldier ever needs – and the fact rifle marksmanship is a school subject in Allanea helps, too.

One can imagine, then, what happened when the Allaneans opened up on the Antanjyli with those rifles – and other weapons. Belt-fed machineguns, .50-caliber rifles, and 40mm revolving action grenade launchers rocked the area with their noise.

Sergeant Plick-nack-reeeeek, a Dohwar infantryman, used a particularly overkill weapon – the Allanean made HAS-12 (Heavy-AutoShotgun, twelve- gauge). It was a belt-fed weapon, firing at full-automatic, a mixture of explosive and incendiary-12-gauge shells. He aimed it at the oncoming Antanjylians and let forth a squeak of unfettered joy as he let rip with the weapon. Next to him, another Dohwar squeaked in equal glee as he incinerated an enemy with his Flamechucker ( http://www.bateshome.com/jordan/rmtdex.htm).

But then, the Antanjylians retreated to their ruins. This was just as well, as the Allaneans had no intent of chasing them there… but something had to be done about it.

Hank Morrison was still alive. With great effort, he turned himself onto his back, raising both hands into the air – holding a flare rocket in each. The two rockets – green, and red – went off in a particular angle. The combination was to point out – to whoever could read flare signs – the location of the Antanjyli – approximately, of course.

As he sunk into oblivion, he could still fainly hear the Iowas’ guns booming in the distance, pelting the entire area of the city where the Antanjyli were with incendiaries and cluster munitions.

In the assault fifty-five Allaneans were killed, and two armored carriers burned.

[Allanea. You going to respond to the Conquest Industries Inc. attack against your ships? ;)]

[I did ,unless there was more than one attack]

I'm talking about this:

Meanwhile, the 4th Corporate Armada was departing from one of SeaCorp's major naval bases, towards the 200-odd Allanean ships, approaching from the south. With no evidence to link it to Banduria in any way—all of the information had been found and destroyed by intelligence teams long ago—there would be no known violation of the cease-fire.

Most of the 512 ships in the armada were arsenal configured, as they had no need to carry troops, unlike the Allaneans, either relying on unarmed and vulnerable transports or compromising missile fire. The entire battle would be fought on the waves and in the air. Even as they departed they began to target any Allanean ships they could identify. 8" and 14" railgun fire began pounding Allanean battleships, as the arsenal configured cruisers and destroyers opened their VLS cells and fired a total of 43,200 anti-shipping missiles towards the Allanean ships. The launch had been timed so that all of the missiles were launched almost simultaneously, coming from a completely different direction than the ICBMs and further confusing and surprising the Allanean fleet. Pax-class rearmament ships quickly began rearming the arsenal ships of the armada as it turned towards Scandavian States, this time to launch strikes against Scandavian cities. The rearming would take up to four hours, but during that time the fleet would be far from defenceless. The remainder of the ships carried up to 55,000 more missiles in all, and possibly even more.

As far as I know, that one still hasn't been responded to.

OOC: I am unable to work on a complete post now, but I think it's fair to say 50 missile cruisers and 25 Arsenal ships have been lost.

The Antanjlian forces, primarily soldiers whom already survived the attack from the ships before, along with that caused by the Super Dreadnoughts, fared rather well as they hid and attacked for cover. However, due to the Allanean's superior firepower this did not assist them much, as the weapons were easily able to punch through the corners and hit more than a few of the soldiers from their 'protected' posisitions. By the time they retreated, they actually thought they stood a chance against keeping all of the Allaneans at bay for the main forces...

"Damn! Alright... Those creatures they have with them... Did anyone notice them bleed?" The Agency soldier said with a cough as he held an enormous wound to his side, his dark hair hiding the pained expression on his face as he leaned against the wall.

"Yes sir. It looks like they're actually alive..." A soldier in a white uniform said with a shrug, nearly blending in to the already snow-covered ruins, "Just what the hell is with these foreigners?"

Before the Agency soldier could answer the man, there was a large explosion only twenty feet away followed by intense screams in the air. With a startled expression they instinctively rushed for cover as body parts began to rain down around them, followed by even more explosions as the blasts ripped apart the ruins even further, causing enormous holes in the substructure of the city, forcing a few soldiers to slide into it before hit by an incendiary as the trapped men began to scream in an almost surreal way as their flaming bodies were litterally eatten away to the bone.

Before the Assault by the Iowa class ships, the Antanjylian forces sustained fourty-seven loses, however after it, this number quickly broke off at two-hundred fourty-three.

The few survivors of the final assault quickly regrouped and stealthily began to retreat towards the opposite side of the Allanean forces. There was no point in dying when they were so close in distance to the destroyers. They would just wait for the reinforcements, or let them go inward to suffer bombardments from the rocket batteries and the like hidden stealthily in the landscape itself...

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[ooc: Allanea: Ok, that sounds fairly reasonable.]

Near the Kinshashan ruins

Among the many weapons which the Allanean had, one was rather unique for this nation. As the Allanean began to establish a line of defense, they incorporated in it large steel boxes with loudspeakers attached, linked to large generators. Those were stereo systems. With red markers, a ten-meter safety line was marked around them – since it was rather dangerous to be next to on of them when it operated on full volume.

Then, someone hit a remote controls switch, and the shore of Antanjyl nearly vibrated with music. And the Allaneans got to work, digging themselves trenches, dugouts, and so forth - while in the distance, a low, ominous howl.

Somewhere out there

A new flight of heavy cargo aircraft passed through the sky, passing over the rag-tag Allanean fleet, above the transports advancing leisurely towards Kinshash, and finally towards the city. The Allaneans have decided to now open a round-the-clock air bridge. Every possible military aircraft was called up, and civilian planes too were rented by the Army (and some volunteered).

If an Antanjylian were on the shore, he would see a truly magnificient display. In the sky, thuosands of parachutes opened, spitting Marines, infantry, and Airborne troops onto the snow.

Howling cargo planes landed onto the snowy plain, spouting tanks, IFV’s, and heavy vehicles.

Within the first four hours, 10,000 additional Allaneans were deployed onto the battlefield, and the number grew by the hour. Mine dispensers, tanks, trench-diggers began to reinforce the Allanean defenses, buidling a system of minefields, then an anti-tank ditch, again some landmines and finally the infantry trenches.

And over the sounds of spades, engines, and the cursing of the workmen, the song carried. With that many loudspeakers, it could probably be heard rather far away.

In the army of Allanea we are marching in the van,
And will do the work before us, if the bravest soldiers can;
We will drive the Commie forces from their strongholds to the sea,
And will live and die together in the Army of the Free

OOC: Antanjyl isn't communist! We are capitalist! Damn your politically incorrect song! I need to get sleep for work later, so this will probably be my last post for the day untill tommorow.

IC:

Kinshashan ruins

The remaining hundred or so soldiers, upon seeing the sight of their enemies quickly setting up camp, rushed outwards, maintaining a heavy cover as they came to a preplanned location. It was exactly where the railway station near the outskirts of town once laid, and quickly moving around it, the group was thankfully able to find a crawlspace leading towards the remains of the Slave Railway system. Inside of the darkened abyss, large amounts of rubble made any hopes of riding out impossible, so the battle weary Antanjlylians quietly marched forward, on a path which would eventually intercept with that of their legion of comrades from Antanjyl proper.

Near the Kinshashan ruins

“Go! Go! Go!”

Three more George Walker Bush Mk II main battle tanks rolled out on the snow, and immediately, the plane began to taxi out to the temporary runway, ready to make another run back to Allanea. The howl of the aircraft was constant, not rivalled by anything except the noise of the overpowered stereo systems roaring over the fields

Hundreds and hundreds of troops poured forth, shovels and rifles at the ready, screaming slogans, scouring towards their positions. Troops searched the ruins, with rifles and flamethrowers at the ready, bayonets fixed, vigilant for any enemy.

There were, by now, approximately 15,000 troops in the area, and more were pouring in constantly.

Somewhere, in the ruins, an officer paused suspiciously as he looked into the crawlspace into which – unbeknownst to him – the Antanjylians have disappeared only recently.

“What is this?”

One of the soldiers replied: “Umm, Sir with think it leads into their rail…”

“Shut up. Take dictation. I have an idea. Get the high-speed recon drones. Send the drones into anything that looks like a railway entrance. That’ll help us map ‘em out as far as they can.”


The Allanean HSRD was build based on a desert buggy design, but smaller. Capable to reach 150 kilometers per hour, armed with twin machineguns and a two-kilo self-destruct charge, the HSRD was a most potent weapon of reconnaissance.

Now, dozens and dozens of HSRD’s were poured into the tunnels, spreading out under Antanjyl. They were small enough they could run between two rails and not be run over by a train passing over them (if everybody got lucky), and, as long as their particular frequency was not jammed and they were deep enough underground, they could send home video feeds of their location.

OOC: Ugh, it looks like there are some miscommunications (no pun intended).

First off: No, it isn't FT: Antanjyl, if you let me use FT, you wouldn't have a nation anymore. :) However, my four currently invisible guards (not the 30 Praetorian) do use lightsabers -- they're trained sith warriors. But that's really about it when it comes to FT. Derscon itself is PMT/FT, however -- we have more advanced tech than just MT, no doubt about it.

Second: There was NO EMP WEAPONRY USED WHATSOVER. The jamming is basically concentrated beams of sound waves that fuck with your communications. It's like a virus on your computer opening up and running every single application and program at the same time -- it causes an overload.

Third: For reference purposes, all of the people in the conference room are locked in. The only way out is the ramp that leads down into the room, which is locked tight, and there's no way in hell you're breaking through it.
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The Star Office, Kremlin Palace, RAMC, Derscon

Alexei watched intently as the meeting went on. This isn't looking good.... he thought to himself. Just then, the "Message recieved" bar flashed across his monitor. Shit.

Alexei opened the box on his monitor to recieve the Allanean message. Makes sense, I can lift it for now.

PRIORITY: RTFN
TO: ALLANEAN CINC
FROM: TSAR ALEXEI

I CAN ARRANGE A LIFTING OF THE JAMMING SIGNALS, YES. JUST TELL ME WHEN
YOU WANT THEM BACK UP.

--ALEXEI

The Tsar sent off the message to the Allanean president, as well as the issue or order to the three Orbital Defense Grids to lift the jamming, which, in five minutes, was done, and Antanjyl had communications again.

OOC: Cros possted in “Red Feast” and “Antanjyl Blockade”

IC:

Somewhere in Antalia

Michael Knizhny stumbled into his appartment, half-drunk with fatigue and disgust. He locked the door, and sat down on his bed. He reached into the blankets, and took out a simple item – one that he never knew how nobody in Antanjyl ever found and confiscated in all those years. It was a silvery-colored PocketPC in a steel casing. He opened the casing, andsmiled sadly as he connected a small ball-shaped antenna to the device, then linked a short cable to it.

He linked the cable to a small item that was so far hidden in his clothing. A small camera, it’s lens hidden in the button. The electronics of the camera were hidden in the cloth itself, providing him with fifty megabytes of storage. Miniscule, but quite enough. He pressed a few button, then waited. The screen said:

You are logging on to the Allanean Central Intelligence Agency Network, please type your password.

This meant the jamming was lifted – if it ever covered this frequency.

He tried. His fingers were shaking. He tried again. On the fourth time, he got it done.

He pressed a button, then another, then began to talk – the PocketPC had an implanted microphone. It was basically an advanced sattelite phone.

Listen. This is Agent Bookreader, Antanjyl. I have information on the state of the slaves. They are being murdered – sacrificed to the their gods - converted into food packages, and distributed to the citizenry to eat. I have been inside their unholy priestdom for years… I was forced to participate in the murders lest I be discovered. This is my atoning.

I’m uploading images I took, in secret, of the process… of the slaves being led to the slaughter, women, children, everybody… of the workers, covered in blood, packing their food into ration cans. You can use them as proof… but for God’s sake, hit the Antalian palace with something… there may be some slaves yet left alive… they killed almost all of them.. at least nine million dead… please hurry...

His voice broke off. He punched in a few commands, and began to upload the images. Then, when he was done, he spoke again.

I will not likely make it out alive. Please, for the Love of God… for the love of Liberty…avenge those people. Come here… and kill Emperor Galf. Kill his priesthood. Find anybody who has been transporting the slaves, packing the… oh my God, packing the rations, doing all those things, and… and kill them. Have no mercy. Kill them all. Please Hurry!

His voice was broken, in tears. But he talked, and talked, mentioning all details he could, giving guidance, names, addresses, rambling, complaining, crying sometimes. It went on for long, long hours, and the antenna just pumped out minute after minute of tightbeam encoded projection to the sattelites in the sky.
Knizhny was still talking when they started breaking the door down.

All Kenshin could do was sit and nod while listening to the oppossing delegates. While he listened, he slipped a PDA out from a pocket in his wide kimono sleeve. Partially hidden, he typed in a message to his friend, Admiral Yamamoto while smiling slightly absurdly given the situation;

By the way, your wife called. She said Ichairo is on break from
college. They're having fish and rice for dinner, but want you home soon.

Yours, Kenshin

Kenshin snapped back to reality to what was going on in the conference. He turned to Mr. Perian, "while you do provide a pleasant alternative, we cannot accept it. It would undermine the mission we are trying to do, and that is stop the slavery. Again, your forces needn't be here. If it'll make it easier, we will waive the reperations on the ships and equipment, and just have you pay for the sailor's lives."

Kenshin looked down, then around at the other delegates, and a sense of dispair came into his eyes. "All right," he said. "I shall lift the blockade." A tone of sadness at the defeat crept into his voice. "I will call my men and tell them to leave the blockade area." And, doing as he said, he pulled out his cell phone and dialed a number. When the line activated, he spoke into it, "Admiral? I think it's over. We jammed pretty hard, but the band doesn't want to sign with us."

"Are you sure, Your Excellency?"

"Yeah, I'm sure."

"Yes sir." And with that, the line went dead. Addressing the delegation again, "I'll just stay here and see if there aren't any lose ends to wrap up."
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Secret IC:
Naval Intelligence Department,
Neo-Nagasaki...

Shogun Himura had not, in fact, called Admiral Yamamoto. In actuallity, he had called a completely different admiral. This one was in charge of satellite Operations for the Navy, or N.SatOp. The Psi-Pso Navy utilized the most advance targetting systems possible at the time, and this was real-time satellite feed for targetting. As such, they had more than a few targetting satellites in the area. However, clustered in amongst the mess, as to conceal themselves, were a few offensively equipped satellites. As this other admiral typed on his consol, these few satellites repositioned themselves over the atmosphere to a point roughly above the Bandurian fleets. The admiral entered in a few more digits for a password, and let the satellites do the rest.

N.SatOp. Satellites X80-X88...

The eight satellites, using retrograde rockets, quickly repositioned themselves among the cloud of Psi-Pso satellites. Once over the local Bandurian forces, four solar panels unfolded. Long antteanas extended toward the earth. Using solar energy that was collected, the satellites powered jamming devices onboard them, and sent the signal to earth over the Bandurian fleets, cutting off their communication and detection equipment.
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ICS Honor,
Katana Task Foce...

Admiral Yamamoto heard his PDA go off in his uniform pocket. Pulling it out, he read the message. Then, he shouted to his bridge crew, "The Misses wants fish and rice!!!" A cheer rang up from the bridge. "You all know what that means!"

"AYE ADMIRAL!!!" rang the chorus of cheers.

"Helmsman! All Ahead FLANK SPEED!!! Sound General Quarters!!!" With the Grande Admiral's orders, the massive screws on the ship began beating the water furiously, and soon a prow wake had built up as the ship climbed through 20 knots and up. The ships around Honor pulled in closer, and soon the whole task force was centralizing again. Ahead of them, roughly 75 miles away...was Antanjyl's coast. "Prepare the fleet for carrier operations!!!" he yelled over the ear-splitting klaxons.

Star Office

Alexei watched the Shogun dial his PDA when his computer flashed "Urgent Message -- Allanean CIA." Alexei drew back a little. "Jesus." This ends now.

Alexei immediately interrupted all talking by putting down a screen and projecting the current data from the Allanean Central Intelligence Agency (ACIA): all of the pictures that Agent Bookreader sent the Allanean CIA were now being shown to everyone present at the peace conference. Alexei then played the transcript of the Agent.

"Listen. This is Agent Bookreader, Antanjyl. I have information on the state of the slaves. They are being murdered – sacrificed to the their gods - converted into food packages, and distributed to the citizenry to eat. I have been inside their unholy priestdom for years… I was forced to participate in the murders lest I be discovered. This is my atoning.

I’m uploading images I took, in secret, of the process… of the slaves being led to the slaughter, women, children, everybody… of the workers, covered in blood, packing their food into ration cans. You can use them as proof… but for God’s sake, hit the Antalian palace with something… there may be some slaves yet left alive… they killed almost all of them.. at least nine million dead… please hurry...

I will not likely make it out alive. Please, for the Love of God… for the love of Liberty…avenge those people. Come here… and kill Emperor Galf. Kill his priesthood. Find anybody who has been transporting the slaves, packing the… oh my God, packing the rations, doing all those things, and… and kill them. Have no mercy. Kill them all. Please Hurry!"


All of the pictures were shown, and the broadcast heard. "Delegates," the Tsar began, addressing the conference. "The current pictures and sound bytes are now being shown on every Dersconi TV channel, Every Prussian TV Channel, and are on all of the TV screens of Antanjyl. The radios of said broadcasting networks are playing the soundbytes of the Allanean agent.\

"It is clear that Antanjyl clearly has been lying, and that he is ruthlessly slaughtering all of of the slaves.

"At this point, the Antanjyl delegation is no longer welcome at the conference." It was, at this point, that ten members of the Praetorian Guard shot the entire Antanjyl delegations with very, very potent tranquilizers as to ensure their lack of consciousness for forty-eight hours. They, within seconds of said shooting, were immediately disarmed, their weapons being confiscated and being put into storage for the Imperial Sword Collection, and their bodies were being moved to the back of the room until they could be moved to the Kremlin dungeons, deep below the basements of the Palace.


"At this time, the Divine Prussian Empire of Derscon, with the Blessings of the Divine Providence, the Grace of God, the Lord of All Creation, is now in a state of total war with Antanjyl." It was at this time he sent the pre-written message to the three Orbital Defense Grids over Antanjyl.


"Bandurian delegations, Leafanistan deleagtes -- I urge you to stand down in this conflict -- you are defending a genocidal maniac, and this is clear evidence of that fact. For Antanjyl, this conference is over. However, Bandurians, Leafanistans, you still have hope."
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PRIORITY: RTFNGD
TO: ODG-1
FROM: KREMLIN

FOR AN ENEMY THAT CANNOT THINK, SUCH A BLOW SHANT DO HARM.
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Orbital Defence Grid - 01, Amon-Re

"It's show time," General Raichikov said. "Cut their head off."


All under the Orbital Defence Grid, hundreds of armoured hatches were opening up, and what looked like massive revolver chambers were coming out of them. In each chamber rested thirty RFDG-616 Space-Launched Kinetic Missiles. However, only five pods were being used.


Target Aquired

At this point, the GPS targeting system incorporated into the pods locked onto the coordinates of the Antanjyl Palace, and the "go" command was given.

Commencing Firing

At that command, a wave of nintey RFDG-616 SLKMs rained down towards the palace, with sixty more following in a second, less-powerful wave. Due to the nature of kinetic weaponry, such missiles couldn't be shot down by regular anti-missile batteries, which was the joy of such an attack -- it was a surprise, and nearly indefencable.


However, to ensure destruction, four more pods locked on to the palace, and launched one hundred twenty more SLKMs towards the palace, with three more pods locking on to the palace, just in case that wasn't enough.

*OFFICIAL IMPERIAL DECLARATION*

While it is our policy to respect national soverneignty, recent events in Antanjyl that have been released to our leadership, we cannot in good confidence maintain this policy. Antanjyl's government is blatently using genocide, and that is where our respect stops.

In accordance with these events and the entrance of our ally Derscon into the conflict, we hereby declare total war on the nation of Antanjyl and her government. We will stop at nothing to save the lives of the remaining slaves, or avenge them should these lives too be lost.

Also, should Banduria recognize the evil behind these events and remove themselves from an aggressive stance against us, we will remove our decleration of war against them as that is not our major concern here anymore.

Signed into effect by His Excellency,

Shogun Himura Kenshin

OOC: Technically, no announcement was made that I was entering the war, PP. :p The only people that know are those at the conference. But we'll pretend your post came after mine. :D
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Declaration of War on Antanjyl

Broadcast on all Dersconi, Prussian, and Antanjyl Networks

People of Derscon, Antanjyl, and the World:

Due to the recent findings of the slave trade and mass slaughter of millions of people, as was seen by the Allanean Intelligence report broadcast previously, it is clear that I have no choice but to enter into a state of war with the nation of Antanjyl.

However, this is, right now, a war with the government of Antanjyl, and not the people. Hence, I will not engage in any distruction of civilian complexes at this time, due to the sensitive nature of this kind of war.

With this in mind, I have ordered the destruction of the Antanjyl Palace, and this order was placed approximately fifteen minutes ago, and I can do this to any place in Antanjyl, at any time, anywhere. No nation can escape the wrath of Almighty God -- through Derscon -- once It has been brought down upon them.

I make a request of the Antanjyl people, and their soldiers -- if you do not support this tryrant, this genocidal maniac, turn yourselves in and surrender your weapons to the Allied Forces currently on the ground, and we will know that you are truely for freedom and life, and not tyranny and death.


To the Bandurian and Leafanistani people and government: You saw what Derscon has done -- the destruction of the palace, and the communications jamming -- yes, that was us -- in Antanjyl. You now know that Antanjyl has been lying to you this entire time, simply using you as human shields. Here is your oppertunity to make amends. Withdraw yourselves from this conflict, and cease all hostilities towards the Allied Powers, and remove all support for Antanjyl's government. You are currently attending a conference in my home nation, use it. I want to see this ended with minimal loss of life, but I am prepared to take them if it means a faster ending to this conflict.


Weigh your options, and choose right. Choose life.

May God be with the Allied soldiers on the ground, the Greater Prussian Empire, and the People of Derscon.

Good Night.

During the entire stream both stood there in absolute shock, neither moving a muscle but both taking everything in. Nobody in the Imperium had actually thought Antanjyl was capable of something of that nature, but now that the truth was out no mercy would be granted. Once the stream was finished Flag Captain Mei Larsen, Crown Princess of the Imperium of Scandavian States, reached into her tunice and pulled out a simple black phone. Quickly dialing a number she spoke but one phrase, "Do not think I bring peace; I bring not peace, but a sword."

That single phrase set the Imperial war machine back into motion and sanctioned the use of any weapon to subdue the enemy. What was more, Emperor Galf and his entire government were considered Class 5 violators of the Fifth Imperial Edict, they were wanted stone cold dead and nothing less. Task Force 3, once they recieved the word, began launching missiles. It wasn't the crushing salvo that had so thoroughly taken out the Bandurian fleet, but a handful of very large missiles that only superdreadnaughts with the appropriate box launchers could handle. In all, 4,032 Arquebus-II missiles were launched and every government and military facility within thirty-eight hundred kilometers was targetted, anything that couldn't be reached or killed would be taken out by followup strikes. What was left of the air defense net was especially targetted, INAC multi-role fighters would be up in the air once the danger was gone.

The real blow, however, would come from the Minotaur class heavy destroyers. Their Mk72 Strategic VLS cells were loaded with Arquebus cruise missiles, 62,208 of them, and every government building, military facility or defense site, every utility, every factory, and every airport was targetted. If the destroyers couldn't live up to their name, the heavy cruisers and battlecruisers were loaded with missiles as well. In the end, it was only a matter of how quickly the Antanjylians succumbed.

I Prince Bosha have discovered a planet region. It is a planet filled with dragons and monsters.

How did I find it?
It all started when I was in war with Iraq......

I was using simple plasma guns....:gundge:

And Iraq was using machine guns........:mp5:

I was loosing my men like hell. We had to retreit but the closest transportation was my rocket2k5. We had no choice but to escape to a far away planet.......... My rocket got hit by a sniper used by an Iraq soldeir knocking out one of my thrusters.:sniper: It set me off course to a planet I have never heard about.. I couldnt be on Earth because the Iraq army would've destroyed me.... Where was I................... The planet I crashed on had some type of barrier with a big crack in it. Did I break through the barrier........

As I stood I looked around. What I saw no scientist could ever explain it..................

Dude, you are in the WRONG thread for that crap. Either start a new thread for that, or find one it fits in. We don't want it here, it's way out of place and ettiquette.

"I know things will turn out like this..." Goranze muttered under his breath, and - for some peculiar reason or another - unaware of the airy boundaries that separated him from the Air Marshal. He then glanced at the Air Marshal, who proceeded to glance back, as if he had something to say. "Whether or not this diplomatic occasion will bring resolve, I-"

"Don't say it," the Air Marshal interrupted almost silently, yet still noticeable enough for Goranze. He knew that there are probably going to be curious looks thrown at them from other sentinent sources in the room, but he decided not to mind it so much. "If the Bandurians still won't back down from this pointless escalation of the conflict, I'm sure that both your boss and my own will know what to do. I'm no diplomat, but seasons of being a red-star made me realize that irrationality in the world is still manifesting itself, and that is not about to change in my opinion. Fortunately for you western-suits, the plans are already there. It is simply a matter of saying goodbye to families. Both sides - but probably theirs."

"You are a morbid man in some respects," Goranze retorted.

"I am," the Air Marshal made a quick smirk, and then jerked his head back at the delegates around the table. "If I may interrupt a bit," he cleared his throat, this time finally making his speech audiable enough as unnoticeable echoes of his booming voice streamed around the room. "While I realize that peace in Antanjyl as of right now has become a grand illusion, it is still my hope that both the Bandurians and the Leafanistan delegates - however misguided they are about their own purposeless and senseless involvement and escalation of this conflict - will make even the slightest effort to reconsider the pathways that they will be taking. Certainly, regardless of the supposed 'invitations' from Antanjyl that were alleged to have been sent out to Banduria, and regardless of their passionate beliefs about the sovereignties of nations, it is clear that their involvement in the conflict is instead to create a racket and undermine the whole process that the allies have been undertaking to rid the nation of Antanjyl of slavery. Does the Bandurians themselves respect others' sovereignities? Obviously not - as already shown not only by their open threats in a diplomatic conference, but also their vicious attacks against the nation of Czardas. The Bandurian diplomats, here at this table, know this - if the Bandurians actually have respected the sovereignities and the identities of other nations, then they will not have been entangled in the mess that is known as the invasion of Czardas - only to withdraw as of recently, and they would not have made the advancements against Optischer years ago that were successfully deterred against.

"Now, some may ask, what about the Omzians? We have been a nation believing in strict neutrality in the face of hostile actions directly against sovereign nations - it is a fact that have led to our nation staying neutral in some of the largest conflicts in history, such as Operation Hellfire, and it is also a fact that allowed recent Omzian military deployments in international crisises only as a defusing tool. However, when our close allies are directly threatened with such a ghastly explicit threat, then the Omzian nation and her people, her government, her armed forces are determined to maintain and uphold that sacred bond that has tied our nations for decades, if not centuries. By ignoring the potentially perilous situation that the Bandurians can create in the face of our allies, we are only committing treachery against them - especially when they've already humbly requested our assistance. The Omzian nation will be resolute in the manner - we will not engage in the actual attacks agaisnt Antanjyl, but we will ensure that any and all foreign intervention against the anti-slavery forces in this conflict, including our ally Scandavian States, will be met with our steadfast opposition that may or may not entail the considerations of employing armed action.

"There is still one hope for the Bandurians themselves, as I said before - to pull out. End their meaningless involvement in the conflict, which will not rescue the regime of Antanjyl - which already has no chance of standing against a combined allied assault - but instead bring much misery against themselves. When horrific firestorms and other types of perilous destruction start to race all across the Bandurian heartland, their citizens will not beg us for mercy - they will question their incompetent and self-serving leadership as to why they are risking so much - including their own people - just to defend a lost struggle while knowing that nothing will be in for themselves, or for others."

As the first of the broadcasts began, they were quickly shut off by the government, so that none of what was shown or heard could make it to the people. Seeing as most of the population was currently living underground with public television devices, this was a simple task. The message was simply replaced quickly with a recent gladiator match, and only a few seemed to wonder what was actually being said by the Allaneans. The soldiers were also being controlled, so that none of them within the mountain range were able to detect what was being sent by Allanea...


Antalia Palace

The immense black palace shook as the first of Derscon's weapons hit, causing massive holes throughout the thing. It was well-made, but even the palace couldn't stand the massive assault, and eventually more and more of the palace began to collapse from the inside. As it was already evacuated, there were no reported casualties, but the immense field full of iron rods outside of the palace was also hit, bringing a merciful end to those whom Galf had considered terrorists. In the end, the entire rubble had actually sunk inward, falling through towards the lower levels. As this was the case, a good portion of staff had died, but most of them were simple servants or guards, as the Emperor and companions were actually much deeper.


Derscon

Daemon Farwell, upon seeing the and hearing the display was horrified, though for what reason it was hard to say. He was an expert at hiding his emotions, and this was no diffrent. For all anyone knew he was more disgusted in the fact that the priesthood had a leak. As the tranquilizer dart hit him, he simply leaned forward and shut his eyes, cursing his luck, and wondering what would become of General Gares...

...

The rest of the delegation which had left the delegation earlier had holed themselves off in a hotel room. The four armed guards and the immense general would fire at anyone who came in their way. They were fully expecting to die, but would go the way as warriors, despite what was happening.


Underground Slave Tunnel; Kinshash


Dissention was slowly taking the ranks, and as the drones slowly moved in, they would find that almost sixty soldiers that had fled, well over half, had laid their hands over their heads and dropped their weapons. The rest had continued running, and would fire at the things if they found them. The incoming troops also received the message, however while they were immsense in number, a almost half of the million soldiers guarding the tunnels had remained with the Empire, for reasons which were anyone's guess.


Antanjylian Mountain Range

For a brief second the mountains were calm as Scandavian States' attack had been launched. To meet it were almost 58,000 anti-aerial missiles from the northern portions of the mountain ranges and slightly below it. The sound of thousands of missiles colliding over the Antanjylian Mountain Range would be deafening for miles, as roughly 2,000 of them burst forth into small unguided clusters. Most of the Super Dreadnoughts missiles were hit, along with over half of the Arquebus cruise missiles, which was halved once again as they came further into the mountains.

In the end, less than 100 of the Super Dreadnought's missiles had even made it to the mountain range at all, as they were the primary target of Antanjyl's "shield". A few thousand of the cruise missiles also managed to make it by all of the defenses and hit their marks.

The damage they did do would be relatively immense. Among the targets hit were both the North and West Agency Headquarters, dozens of factories, however it was hard to tell whether these produced military or civilian goods, and over one hundred military outposts. Out of the military bases, two of the largest were critically hit and in the aftermath evacuated. Thousands of soldiers were killed in the attack, and as the shield was strictly defensive there would be no counter-attacks given. In fact, the Emperor himself had disappeared only hours ago.

As the recording was played Charles Perian maintained a completely impassive face. After a few minutes of listening to the other delegates speak, Perian smiled.

With his unusually acute vision, he had spotted some of the covert actions of Psi-Pso's Shogun and Tsar Alexei. While he had little idea what they meant, he knew they had something to do with each other, reinforcing his original, although somewhat paranoid, idea that the conference was merely a set-up and that the Dersconis had been supporting the Scandavians and their allies all the time. He was only half-right, but he had no knowledge of that.

After hearing the various statements and watching as the Antanjylian delegation was disarmed and forcibly removed from the conference, Perian himself stood up to speak.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he said, "I have weighed all of the alternatives, and it does seem to me as though supporting a genocidal regime would be a totally fallacious course of action. Therefore, the Imperium of Banduria is hereby withdrawing completely from this conflict. We will provide no further military support of any kind to Antanjyl during the remainder of this conflict."

Perian sat down and pulled out his own cell phone, dialing a number. He knew how to play the spy game too.

He spoke in clear English. "We've cleared out, Archon. Get everything back to home base now. Have all orbital assets back down too... take them off current firing solutions."

After a few minutes Perian said curtly, "No, Damian Hertz can write the message, I'll probably be back in less than a day."

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OFFICIAL IMPERIAL ANNOUNCEMENT
Broadcast range: All networks

As of now, the Holy Imperium of Banduria has officially withdrawn from any armed conflict with the Imperium of Scandavian States and the Shogunate of Pschycotic Pschycos in aid of Antanjyl. Imperial assets have been ordered not to attack these nations or any of their allies, unless they are attacked first.

That is all.

Damian Hertz
Vice Chairman, Department of Foreign Affairs

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The Psychotian satellites had apparently ignored the presence of large numbers of highly dangerous attack satellites completely surrounding them. Satellite warfare was one of Banduria's specialties, and attack satellites, suicide satellites, and ortillery were positioned in various locations around the world, coded to avoid identification. As soon as it became obvious that the satellites had hostile intentions, one of the attack satellites launched over 10 EMP missiles towards the enemy sats. The missiles detonated some 20-30 km from their targets, unleashing a pulse that shorted out all electrical equipment within about forty kilometers of the point of detonation, effectively shorting all electrical equipment in the satellite group, and ending the jamming. Not as though any of the fleets were active.

However, the corporate armada was still very much so. From its position from which it had attacked the Allanean fleet, it turned its attention towards Allanea itself. Exactly fifty missiles rocketed from launchers on the fleet's battleships and shot high into the upper atmosphere, out of most SAM range but still not far enough to be engaged by orbital missiles. However, instead of plunging back downwards, they exploded high over Allanea itself. If anyone detected the missile launch, it would probably be dismissed as a mistake that had been aborted midway, or something of the kind.

However, it was nothing of the sort. Thirty of the missiles, upon exploding, released huge quantities of black smoke. The smoke began slowly wafting downwards, spreading throughout the air. Eventually, it would reach the ground, engulfing large parts of Allanea with what was actually a highly toxic chemical weapon. By then, of course, the smoke would be so thin that it would be mistaken for smog or haze, and all that would be noticed would be a sharp hike in asthma rates, many of the new cases ultimately fatal.

The other twenty were filled with small canisters that, aided by retro rockets, shot out in a wide radius, hitting the ground and exploding on impact. These were viruses... a modified form of the rare flesh-eating diseases, modified to spread faster... and be far more contagious, targeting animals and plants as well as humans. The cells spread across pavements, forests, mountains, houses... and perhaps in a few months the death rates would begin to rise, forests that had once seemed unblemished would be pockmarked with dead and dying plants and trees, those remaining filled with burnt and blackened holes... family pets would mysteriously die in apparent great pain...

In other words, it was a slight alteration in the ecological balance of the United States, with extremely far-reaching consequences... not limited to, but possibly including, the extinction of all life in Allanea...

[ooc: Basically, unless you have some kind of system that can shoot down (let alone detect) things traveling at very nearly the upper edge of the atmosphere, you have just been the rather unwary victim of an NBC attack. If you do have such a system, feel free to engage the missiles with it... oh, and if you have a quibble with the range, these are Bandurian ship-launched ICCMs, so their range is absolutely massive.]

Allanea’s defense grid, while limited, did include a variety of orbital ABM sattelites. It took only seconds as they refocused on the Bandurian missiles, firing high-velocity 57mm rounds at them. There were far more sattelites then there were missiles, but still, about half of the missiles were not destroyed by this attack, they pulled through… straight into the jaws of the joint Greater Prussian ABM system.

Ten more missiles were taken down. More remained.

And then, someone in Allanea pressed The Button.

Five 1kt nuclear long-range anti-air missiles took off, exploding inside the flock of incoming missiles, vaporising them.

As he viewed this on the radar and sattelite broadcast screens, the President of Allanea chuckled. “Nothing like good, old, 1980’s technology. NOW HIT THEM!”

Antanjyl shores

Down the tunnels, a small group of highly-trained Dohwar soldiers was sent out. Their job was to arrest the sixty Antanjyli troops who disarmed themselve and were hiding down the tunnels. The drones, in the meanwhile, were directed to their new mission – they were moving at the same immense 100 kilometer-per-hour speed, trying to find a way to the Antalia part of the tunnels before all slaves were killed.

In the meanwhile, the amount of Allanean troops on the shore was still growing with every minute – and now, they were seething with hatred. Their number has already risen to 35,000 and they were eager to go do battle against the ‘cannibal commie slaver scum.’ One of the units was renamed as the Michael Knizhny Rifle Infantry Brigade – and in the meanwhile, the Allanean transport ships were finally pulling into harbor, carrying in total 250,000 extra troops (2,500 per ship).

It was now time for the offensive towards Antalia.

First, though, the Allanean arsenal ships spit forth 15,000 varied cruise missiles on the Bandurian fleet – just in case. From the Allanean shores, the Charlton Heston Air Armada rose again, launching air-dropped torpedoes (four from every aircraft) from a respectable distance of 80 kilometers away, then returning home. With 15,000 missiles and 4,000 torpedoes, something would hit the target.

In the meanwhile, the Allaneans in Antanjyl grouped for a short offensive. A cavalry unit was being prepared – the General Sherman Cavalry Brigade – and sent out toward the mountain approaches, splitting into small units of ten to fifteen combat ATV’s, capable of making up to 190 kph on flat terrain, some designed for one person, some for two or three. Waving sabres, guns, combat chainsaws, the Brigade screamed towards the mountain passes, dressed all in white, barely visible in the mountains of snow their vehicles raised.

On the shore, short-range FROG-7 missiles were prepared and launched towards the mountains, aiming at air defense infrastructures and tunnel exits. 200 missiles were thus launched – not barely enough to destroy them all, but enough to cause mayhem.

OOC: I just spoke to Derscon, he says that this general would not be able to leave the Star Cabinet.

ICS Honor,
Katana Task Force...

Ahead, through the windscreen on the bridge, the frigid shores of Antanjyl loomed. In the center of their view was the ruins of the nation's only port. As the massive vessel slowed, her prow wake wanning and then dying, Admiral Yamamoto stood waiting on the bridge. The situation was tense, this close to the enemy. A CIC officer climbed the ladder to the bridge and gave a report, albight in a whisper, "sir. We've hit Recon Point."

"Thank you, sailor," replied the admiral. He turned and grabbed a phone, connecting him to the stern section of the ship. An officer there picked up,

"Go ahead."

"Put Operation Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo Alpha into motion."

"Aye sir."

On the ship's fantail, heavy rotars revved up. On deck were two massive Chinook transport Helicopters. Loaded on to reach were 30 Psi-Pso Marine Corps. soldiers in full battledress. At the order, green lights on the superstructer forward of them lit up, and the massive transports took off. From each carrier, many more similar helicopters lifted off the decks and flew for the shoreline 3 miles away.
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After a few minutes, the heavy choppers thundered over the city, the rotar blades making the rubble below them quiver. The choppers flew across the ruined city to the snowy outskirts beyond it. There, they set down and let their cargo out. Once all men were clear of the doors, they took off again for the fleet to carry over more men. In all, 8000 men were shipped over this way. As they gathered, the rotar sounds constant, they set up camp between the mountains and the port. Their uniform, resembling the samurai, had been modified to a white color. Now, even in the daylight sun, they looked like barely more than spectars, a whole army of the undead. It was here that they waited to help defend the allied city, white rifles dully gleaming, with more to come later.

*tag*

OOC: Ah well. Then the General and his guards were also taken out by the tranquilizers.

IC:

Antanjyl Slave Tunnels


The drones would have been expected, as the tunnels were monitored at checkpoints spaced at even 5-15 km intervals. The cameras were hidden of course, so that any slaves which moved through the tunnels would actually think that he had the ability to escape, which led to more than a few disloyal slaves being taken off to the Pits or coal mines. So by the time the huge number of drones made it deeper through the tunnels, most of the lighting being off, they would almost immediately run into an immense blockade which had been quickly put together to prevent the wheeled-vehicles to continue.

The blockade was a three foot tall wall made up of cement blockading devices, and as the first of the drones entered the slowly widening tunnels hundreds of troops began to fire at them with special high-velocity rounds to make sure they were able to puncture the things. Far in the back the cameras would detect some large mechanical vehicles moving back and forth, essentially underground APCs dropping off troops before returning back.

Outside of the tunnels, a group of almost 220,000 soldiers had taken a secondary tunnel to the north-eastern coast, and upon surfacing slowly turned on their radios and signalled to the Scandavian States and her allies. It was essentially a surrender of the massive amount of troops, most of which had dropped their weaponry when they tried to escape, as in the end only half of the original deserters were able to escape the caves alive.


Antanjyl Mountains


The calvary would be in for a rude awakening, as having over two weeks to prepare before the blockade even began, there were literally thousands of mines placed within strategic mountain passes to prevent entry. Not only this, but once the first of the calvary groups came into contact with the mine fields, rockets from the mountains began to fire off, aiming for the calvary farthest in the back, to keep them from escaping. In effect they were attempting to keep the Allaneans stuck off between both the immense mine field and a steady wall of rocket fire.


As the Frog Missiles were far too low to be attacked by the anti-aerial missiles, untill they actually came over the mountains to attack the aerial defenses deeper within the mountains, there were immense explosions as small groups of anti-air vehicles were hit, exploding and causing small avalanches. Even so, a few of the missiles were hit by patriot missiles from troops below ground, but not nearly enough to matter. Most of the tunnels were deeper within the mountains, but a few of the larger and more overt ones were collapsed, preventing any troops nearby from retreating into the tunnels.

In total, 27 of the anti-air vehicles were destroyed, along with almost 22 rocket-mounted Antanjlian Stingers and 190 soldiers, most killed in the ensueing avalanches. It would be hard to tell, as they were all painted white, but the smoke emanating from the sites of the explosions gave away that a number of them were hit. The Allanean's attempt to cause mayhem to the defending forces worked in part, as the large avalanches made it difficult for most of the vehicles from moving around to new posisitions for the time being.

First, though, the Allanean arsenal ships spit forth 15,000 varied cruise missiles on the Bandurian fleet – just in case. From the Allanean shores, the Charlton Heston Air Armada rose again, launching air-dropped torpedoes (four from every aircraft) from a respectable distance of 80 kilometers away, then returning home. With 15,000 missiles and 4,000 torpedoes, something would hit the target.
[ooc: Actually, you wouldn't know it was Bandurian, as officially all Imperial Navy fleets are still in port and Banduria announced that it was backing down... but meh.]

The Corporate Armada was sailing northwards when the Allanean attack commenced. The missiles were engaged first; long range guided large blast radius fuel air missiles were fired, taking out a large portion of the missiles outright and sending more into each other, destroying them. Nonetheless, over 6,000 cruise missiles remained. By then they were in range for SAM fire; successive volleys of SAMs took out more than 60% of the incoming missiles. By the time the missiles had entered the close-range corporate defence net, their numbers were down to about 2100, and a hail of CIWS fire erupted from almost every ship in the armada. Along with lasers* and cluster shells from the assorted guns, not a single missile made it through to the corporate ships.

The torpedoes met a similar fate at the hands of the extensive ASW nets surrounding the armada. Small anti-torpedo batteries and supercavitating "underwater CIWS" 35mm guns helped wipe out many of the torpedoes; in addition, decoy UUVs released by larger battlecruisers, capital ships, and submarines diverted a fair portion of the torpedo fire. Mechanically programmed modified depth charges were dropped by the ASW helicopters launching from the Darkgate-class frigates; most were armed with massive cluster burst munitions or even small tactical nuclear warheads, completely vaporising the vast majority of the incoming torpedoes. Several ships were damaged by the volley, but many of them were completely unaffected.

In return the armada would unleash a firestorm of immense proportions upon the fleets around Antanjyl. Every single enemy ship within range was targeted—that included Allanean, Scandavian, and Psychotian ships—then the strikes began.

From all ships of cruiser size and larger, VLS cells and missile launchers opened. Five successive volleys of 22,638 simultaneously launched missiles streamed towards the enemy fleets, or a total of 113,190 missiles, either sea-skimming missiles, the arching anti-shipping missiles, supercavitating torpedoes, or high altitude cruise missiles. In addition, long-range 14" railgun slugs from battleships, battlecruisers, and heavy cruisers were thrown into each volley for good measure.

Meanwhile, a Conquest SpaceTec orbital uplink (coded Conquest, not Latis like Bandurian satellites, if anyone had known the Bandurian code) moved towards Antanjyl—far from Dersconi orbital assets—waiting, and watching...

* In case you're wondering, lasers that heat up a missile causing its explosives to detonate do exist today and may be used in some future US Navy designs. I think.

On the battlefield

The cavalry knew that their attack would be repelled. It was theuir duty to brave the minefields, the artillery, and everything else – and then flee. Hundreds died. But the strength of the enemy defenses was established, and – hopefully – this would lure some Antanjyli out in pursuit. If it was in vain… well, then over five hundred Allanean cavalrymen had died in vain – if a truly brave act can ever go in vain.

Immediately, more of the FROG-7 missiles – 100 of the heavy, oversized devices – were fired at the origins of most of the firepower - aimed imprecisely according to where flashes and smoke were showing the launch sites on sattelite. This could work, and maybe it wouldn’t. One had to try.

Allied Landing Zone (former Kinshash)

“What? Mass surrenders?” – General Calvin North raised his head from the screen, where GPS data from the drones mapped out the paths of the tunnels. So far, a drone had yet been used to kill anyone – so much the pity, thought the Allaneans. They were infuriated by Knizhny’s report and inspired by his death, and a rifle brigade was recently named after him just as they landed on the shore (speaking of it, Allaneans already accumulated 120,000 troops there).

“Yes, Sir. We feel it’s a good idea for us to get them… and not the Scandavians.”

North understood immediately. He was not averse to killing the Antanjyli in battle, to bombing their cities and brutally torturing their leaders to death. They deserved every single bit of it, he thought. But killing of POW’s was where the General drew the line.

The Scandavians saw it differently, and while North understood, he wished to avoid a massacre. He turned towards an intendant, screaming

“Get my parade dress! I’ll change in the car! Get the cavalry!”

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North’s car was a privately-purchased ‘monster-truck’, of which the wheel was as tall as an average soldier. As the vehicle approached the Antanjyli, cavalry ATV’s encircled their positions.

North was dressed in a camoflaged parade uniform (similar to the Allanean woodlands camo uniform, but new and freshly ironed), and was wearing a wide-brimmed hat with a metal badge on it, depicting two crossed assault rifles (for the record, that metal was in fact gold). He stood up in his vehicle, bringing his hand to the brim of his hat as he saluted the Antanjyli.

Good day, friends!

You have been my opponents for a while. Now, you have decided to surrender. A wise move. You will be fed, clothed, and provided a roof over your head. The Allanean military now takes responsibility for your safety, your health, and, eventually, when the war is over, your freedom. Officers, hand out copies of the terms we propose to their people.

The copies were handed out.

You will be given information about those policies. You will see those exist in Allanea – those are not some wacked-out ideas. We will educate you about how they work – and you will see that those policies are not a policy of oppression for Antanjyl. They are a policy of freedom.

You will be taken into a POW camp now. You will build it yourself. Afterwards, the Allanean government will provide nourishment and heating for you, as well as entertainment and education – films, books, courses – for the rest of the war. You will experience better conditions then actual Allanean soldiers – if only because you will not need to fight.

As of now, I will order arrangements to be made for electric and regular blankets, fresh food – by the way, all of you who have the Antalyan meat shipments, give them to us – materials for the manufacture of simple housing, beds, electrical wiring, and so forth.

We will also set up a library for your use in several days, and bring in 21-inch color televisions, Army decommisioned ones we used to use in instructions, and there’ll be one per every twenty men, but it should be enough for now.

Thank you for your attention….

Cavalry, as you lead those men to the camp, give them the photographs of what their government did. Let them think of the differences between the Emperor of Antanjyl and the government of Allanea.

Prince Rothbart had choosen to lie in wait during the reported "Peace Conference." However, it was obvious now that there would be no peace.

It was high time to get back to work!

He had watched the Allaea landings with interest, and cursed himself for not having brought any brown water subs. No matter, a force that large required resupply at some point.

And indeed, they came. A supply convoy destined for thier forces.

"Order all ships to open fire upon that supply convoy. I want no mistakes. As soon as the sqaudron has made it's attack I want to high tail it out of here before reinforcements arrive. See if you can't get us into another supply lane."

Aboard the 12 Sea Wolf Submarines, each Captain was barking out orders. Each Fire Control Officer gettting a positive shooting solution for each of their targets. Each crew ready and willing to carry out their dark deed.

Explosions would soon rock the night sky.

OOC: hey, sorry I'm not responding. Technically, I'm not allowed on NS at the moment, but my parents are asleep. :)

And Banduria, you're talking about three large PMT Space Stations hovering over Antanjyl and Banduria, and avoiding them. You're not going to be able to take them down like a normal satellite -- most likely, they'll see you first, and I've got more than enough grazer antisatellite weaponry on there to remove your threat. ;) However, I don't know you're there yet. :D
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Star Office, Kremlin Palace

Alexei nodded at the Bandurian chief delegate. "A wise move. I understand you probably think I staged this conference entirely, considering I just happened to side with them and declare war. However, I assure all of you that this is not true at all, but after seeing the horrors of what Antanjyl did, you surely cannot fault me for wanting to stop it.

"However, what disturbs me is your 'private' corporations continuing the war. I suggest you get a strong grip on them and stop their attacks. Just a thought."


Meanawhile, the unconscience bodies of the Antanjyl delegation were being carried down the newly opened ramp and made their way down into the KRemlin Dungeons, the ramp closing way behind them. The whole trip is about a one hour trip from the top of the Palace to the bottom, having to go through the doors at the bottom of the Grande Hall, which is entirely unlit, giving the Hall itself an eerie look, as if you look down, the lighting affects give it the appearence that it's a bottomless pit.



Down in the Dungeon "Reception Room," there were three doors: one leading to an office, one leading to the prisons, and another leading to a massive furnace. The men carrying the guards went through the vault door into the furnace, and the men carrying the general and the main Antanjylian delegate went down into the prisons.

. . . .

After entering through two security rooms, the men carrying the Antanjyl guards finally entered the furnace room, which is really just a massive pit that goes far enough to expose the magma underneath the crust of the earth (various electromagnetic grids -- as well as coolant systems -- keep the place stable). Many pipes stemming from all sides were seen. They came from the memory holes and trash recepticals throughout the Kremlin to properly dispose of classified documents. In this case, however, they needed to dispose of the bodies.

Which they did, by throwing the unconscience Antanjyl guards over the edge of the balcony, letting them fall down the abyss to go swimming and melting in the magma layers below.

. . . .

The Ambassador and general, however, met a different fate. Still unconcsience, they were separated and placed into two different rooms, where they were undressed and changed into the pink "Hello Kitty" jump suit that the guards use as the prisoner uniform for the dungeons. They were then carried to separate cells on opposite ends of the room, and the concrete and soundproof doors were shut on them, leaving them in a dark, isolated solitary confinement cell until the interrogator from the MGB got back from vacation.



OOC: Yeah, the post sucks, but I'm tired, and I'm not technically supposed to be on here, anyways. :)

((OOC: 68% of Antanjyl cannot read or write enough to be considered literate after the age of ten. However since the slaves were counted in this its not that bad, but about 3 out of every ten soldiers will not be able to read, and will probably have a job which doesn't require it, and only memorises any useful words that they'll need.

Oh and did your post address the attack on your drones in the second paragraph?

Derscon: Psh! Thats just cruel and unusual punishment right there ;) What are the defenses around Derscon like by the way? Are they FT?))

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Antanjyl Mountains

The hundred missiles managed to hit their mark, a handful being shot down by infantry before they slammed into the smoking attacks from before, causing large explosions and destroying any of the remaining anti-air missiles or rockets in the area. However, the rest of the anti-air missiles had a range of 100km, which meant that any air attack would eventually require a slow and deliberate attack on every square inch of the mountains to make sure there were none left. Though now there was an enormous opening for any infantry to attempt the harsh path into the mountains, at least untill another group of rocket-mounted tanks could get into range.

Antanjyl's ruler was not simply bluffing with his arrogance, and the slave tunnels themselves were essentially full of blockades further down, at each five mile intersection the same cement barriers were put in place and tucked away behind snipers. At the side of each were also controls to release gasses, however there were only limited amounts of this at each grouping, and essentially only proved as a scare tactic.

There would be no pursuers, most likely due to the extreme lack of manpower in the mountains, and the fact that most of them were protecting the artillery or helping with the survivors of the earlier missile attacks.

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Future Antanjyl POW Encampment

The soldiers stood there as those who could understand what North had said, mainly the officers, relayed it to the rest of the men in the back. As soon as he finished they pulled out large tins of the red meat rations and tossed them all into a pile. In total, among the over two hundred thousand soldiers, there was enough in total to feed the entire group for nearly two weeks if rationed appropriately. By the time it was done it stretched over a dozen meters in length, and stood at least six feet in height.

The soldiers were pale, with rings around their eyes, and four percent of them were albino, the rest almost all sporting black hair. They were rather gaunt and sickly, but there was a certain fierceness behind their eyes, even after everything they had been through. They also left their weapons behind, in an even larger pile, and their grenades were left in a seperate pile far from the rest. The grenades were not well made though, and the Allaneans would almost assuredly need to get rid of them all, as using them could actually lead to a few soldiers killed by the shoddily made things.

The group followed the cavalry, and a select few officers attempted to offer assistance to North, however their knowledge of the underground tunnels were not very exact, but they would still be better than nothing. The troops in general seemed to not have any idea that the massacre underground had been happening, and looked at the pictures with expressions that ranged from disgust to betrayal.

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Derscon Dungeon

Daemon woke up with an immense headache, the thing foreign minister immediately puking on the floor closest to the door as he clumsily climbed into a distant corner. Feeling over the jumpsuit, he actually smiled a bit, as it seemed to remind him of some cartoon that was frequently on Antanjyl during the weekend mornings. He'd never watched it, but it was seemingly ingratingly "cute", and the fact that the prison jumpsuit reminded him of it, almost assuredly meant that something bizarre was going on.

"Hah... So this is why the Emperor sent me..." Daemon said with a voice full of nearly contempt as he brushed his black hair back and placed a hand around his neck, "Probably going to kill me soon thanks to you father. I believe your exact words were that if anything happened to me I would receive revenge?"

Even so, it probably would have helped if you told me that the Red Feast was actually going on. I would have packed a cyanide capsule in my tooth... Ah well...

Turning again, he slowly slid down the side of the wall, slamming his head against it a few times before abruptly stopping, blood trickling down the back of his neck. There were ways he could end his life, by either breaking his neck in a backflip, or biting off his own tongue. Though for some reason or other, he did not do this. In the end the only thing he cared about was his own life, and how painfully it would surely end. In fact, the torture which would almost no doubt come would probably be the greatest experience in his life... In fact, he would show them just what Daemon Farwell, sole Foreign Minister of the Empire of Antanjyl, was made of...

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General Gares woke up with a yawn, the immense man, over seven feet tall in height and four hundred pounds of muscle. Pushing his long black hair back, which had not been cut for the last eight years since he was promoted to head general of the empire. He was worried something like this would have happened, but didn't feel any empathy towards the slaves. It was all due to fate that these things happened, and in the end everything would die. However, most of the slaves being executred in the Red Feast were chafe, and Gares smiled a bit at that... There were probably few men still alive in Antanjyl who knew where the millions of others had been moved to.

"Ahhh... Father Galf..." He said with a toothy grin as stretched out and laid flat on the floor, beginning to do push-ups, "You must have surely known I would die like this... But to have your own son killed like this?... Ah well, I suppose we must all make sacrifices."

His words were full of a double meaning, and behind the strong, carefree voice was something menacing and capable of almost everything. He would not kill himself yet, as he would like to die in a pose that would show these guards a little something he learned from the Emperor. By straining your body shortly before death, rigimortis would more quickly set in, and only a fool or coward would die on the floor of some cell. Roughly an hour later, as his sweat began to pool on the floor, the general slowly got to his feet.

"Now... This should be interesting..." He whispered to himself as he shut his eyes and stared at the cell door, slowly sliding his tongue between his teeth, which were actually slightly filed to allow himself to better defend himself should his arms ever be tied.

As he quickly and painstakingly bit down, letting off a pained grunt as blood began to pool around his mouth and fall down his throat, he stood firmly in front of the door, his arms crossed. As a final gesture of insubordination, and to show he would not be taken alive, or perhaps just to show that he did indeed have a sense of humor, he quickly flipped up his middle finger and aimed it squarely at where he expect the door to be...

Forgive me... Emilia

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Antalia City; Underground

The city was deathly quiet after the palace was leveled, and there was literally only a handful of people wandering above ground bringing survivors to the lower city. No foreign transmissions would make it through, and all outside phonelines were cut off, with a few exceptions to contact allies. However, most of the city's tired population were herded to a single point, where a large podium stood in front of an immense statue of Emperor Galf, holding the holy swords Brunhild and Sanscion as he battled a group of Christian Templars.

After the last of the populace arrived, speakers were set up and broadcasting equipment was supplied. It seemed as if Emperor Galf himself would finally give a televised appearance, something that hadn't happened in decades. Without Daemon Farwell, who would represent and speak for him? However, it was a small child with a black eye and stitched across the right side of his face who eventually ascended the steps, wearing a general uniform. He appeared to be at the most, ten years of age...

Quickly pulling out some papers from a back pocket, he placed them in front of him. For those who were in the know, this child was actually general Galf's messenger boy and was in training to one day be a general. However, something seemed off as he lowered the microphone to his level and coughed a bit, readying himself...

"Greetings glorious people of Antanjyl..." He started, coughing a slight bit as he looked over to a group of the military's elite Daemon's standing in the background, "I'm sure most of you are wondering why I have come to speak for you, instead of our great and noble leader, Emperor Galf... However..." He stared at the words in front of him, as if choking on the words, "Emperor Galf has... Been assassinated..."

There was an immense uproar in the crowd followed by angry shouts, the military Daemons personally stepping forward as they pushed the people aside to keep them from harming the small boy.

"While planning strategies within the command bunker, an Allanean spy snuck into the room and opened fire. Though our Emperor managed to kill the spy, he in the end succumbed to numerous bullet wounds to the chest, and the spy managed to set off a bomb with the last spark of life in his heathen body..."

The crowd booed and began to shout obsenities at the talk of Allaneans had managed to kill their beloved ruler. A few actually went so far as to rush off, in the general direction of the recruitment office. The Daemons however, behind their gas masks, continued standing still, their weapons trained on the crowd to keep them from harming the child, and for good reason.

"A-as most of our generals are away in the mountains, and General Albeleo's naval fleet is safely with our allies... I must take the reigns of this country, with the help of our most elite military Daemons... Though I may not be the Emperor, he entrusted me with this honor shortly before his death, and I will help push the invaders off! So please, brave people of Antanjyl! Help us avenge our Emperor!!!"

There were cheers all over the country, and literally thousands of citizens began quickly signing up for the military. Though they would not be trained well enough untill a few weeks from now, it was a good sign for the nation. They would of course be under-supplied, but with the fanatical zeal they now had, that wouldn't matter. In fact, it could be said the more killed, the less the nation would need to worry about running out of provisions.

On the shore

The drones would run out into major trouble. None of them were build to do major battle engagements of any sort, and it showed. Some where torn apart with rifle fire, and their motors died. Of course, the drones were equipped with dead-man’s programming, so the one-kilo explosives went off when the drones died, showering the enemy troops with fire, steel, and stone shrapnel. Other drones strafed the Antanjyli with automatic fire and retreated back into the tunnels.

In the meanwhile, on the seashore, continued advance was not a priority with the Allaneans. The troop numbers rose to 150,000, but this was not barely enough for a ground assault in the mountains. Nor were there any attempts to reduce it. Rather, Allaneans launched a swarm of cruise and ballistic missiles – 5,000 cruise missiles, 10,000 ballistic missles - from the small contingent of ships that they had (10 Arsenal ships were brought out of order in the Bandurian attacks), targeting air defenses on the approaches to Antalia.

OOC: Antanjyl, I have a telegram for you. Answer ASAP

OOC: Answered it. By the way I haven't used any of my pidgeon air force or navy yet. (Not that I will against so many SDs. I'm just saying). The Daemons are my elite forces which double as mercenaries to keep them fresh. The Agency would be massacred in a face-to-face battle, and my army aren't very well trained against soldiers such as yours. Oh and respond to your supply lines being attacked by FourSpades IC:

Antanjyl Slave Tunnels

The cement blockade helped protect most of the soldiers from an explosion, but a few were injured, as the things cracked overhead, lodging themselves into the men's faces, eyes, and in a few cases some even penetrated the brain. The bullets did an adequate job as well, and the vehicles in the back quickly bussed soldiers back to one of the other checkpoints to be treated as more were brought in, these wearing protective gas masks with special lenses to allow them to detect the machines despite the smoke from the explosions. However, most simply fired blankly down the tunnels at anything that moved, preventing a good portion of them from getting too close without being riddled with bullets.

In total, eight soldiers were killed behind the barrier, and 121 were either blinded, became sick due to the smoke, or needed to be moved out for other health reasons. If the drones could pick up adequate sound, they would also hear the slowly increasing sound of fans blowing the gas out of the way from small ventilation ducts at the sides and from all over the checkpoint, causing a small wave of dust to cloud the vision in front of them.

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This time the response was not as immense as before, with only an equal amount of missiles returned. The total of which was 14320 missiles total, however almost all hit the wall of offense, and a few scattered, causing an immeasurable amount of explosions around them. In the end though, almost seven hundred made it through these and the infantry firing patriots from below. The explosions in the mountains were far more incredible than before, causing another avalanche as the anti-air missiles firing back were hit, a few actually firing during the avalanche, causing the things to spiral off course and hit essentially bare areas of land.

In total, almost six hundred troops, sixty-seven anti-air tanks, and thirty seven rocket-tanks were destroyed or tipped over. A large gaping hole into the mountains had thus far been achieved. However, the opportunity would not last, and already, anti-air tanks and rocket-tanks were moving under Antanjyl from other areas of the country which were not currently under attack.

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Antalia Capital; Underground Command Bunker

"What should I do?! They might get in!" The small child was worried after everything was explained to him. He was surrounded by military tacticians, all of whom were offering seperate ideas, "How many Daemons are in the country?"

"Three Million are spaced out accordingly, the other two million have been moved with our navy to help secure it in Red Tide. The rest are currently planning an attack outside of the country on Derscon."

"I want them to move underground and prepare to intercept the Allaneans. If they launch more missiles... Can we use ICBMs? We have so many..." The boy seemed confused, as of yet none of the ICBMs or the Legion Virus had been used, but to him they seemed to be the obvious choice.

"The ICBMs might be considered weapons of mass destruction. Though it would take less than a few minutes to launch them all, we can not take that chance currently. The Emperor only has them in case such a war does break out."

"But its our ocean! Why would we use weapons of mass destruction on our own ocean? It would only take a minute to fire them all right? We could wipe it clean! There'd be no survivors!"

The soldier sighed, shaking his head at the child's maturity, which was abominable, "Please... They might use nuclear weapons on us. What of the people?"

"Our defensive grid can protect them right?"

"Not forever... In fact with the current amount of missiles we're wasting against Allanea we've needed to up production in our underground plant 300%to keep our supply in the green."

"Alright... We'll wait... But don't forget what they did to Farwell and Gares." The child said with a pout.

OOC: I can’t do it for the life of me, he’s assuming sea resupplies which I repeatedly stated do not exist, rather a huge and overtly expensive air bridge is operating.

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Allanean troop numbers: 140,000

Yet, the Allaneans had decided not to move in. There was not enough troops to fight the Antanjyli in the mountains or tunnels. There were, however, some other interesting opportunities. They were used, in full.

First of all, rising air through the ventilation ducts was hot. Much hotter then the surrounding below-zero Celsius air. Thus, they were easily detectable by infra-red observation… and the Allaneans made fine use of that fact as sappers converged on those positions and simply detonated enormous (truck-sized) shaped-charges over the tunnels, trying to cause them to collapse.

Second, an Air Armada (the Condolezza Rice Air Armada, not as elite as the Charlton Heston Air Armada, but qualified nonetheless), was deployed to strike against Antalia. They flew high over the mountains, over the ‘hole’ torn by Allaneans in the defensive grid, using chaff and countermeasures as they went, and fired 1,000 EMP missiles against the air defenses of the city. The missiles were programmed to detonate above the radars and other devices, plotting their course so that the operators would think the missiles would not hit them until it detonated, only a short distance overhead. Then, they followed through with a thousand of HE missiles and turned back.

Third, a variety of modifications of Nautilus anti-ballistic systems was deployed throughout the shore, to protect the valuable Allanean troop concentrations there. That was the weapon mainly shipped in now – Nautilii, small, truck-towed ones, big, nonportable ones, and so forth – anti-missile weapons of all shapes and sizes. They could shoot down anything from a Minuteman to a Quassam, and they were there, in a constantly increasing amount.

A message from the Allanean military was sent out to Derscon and Psychotic Psychos.

Friends! We made fine progress here, but we still need help. If we are to ever crack the Antanjyli defenses, we need more firepower, more troops, more resources. Please send us all you can. In particular, we need more missile strikes to weaken their air defense, and more ground forces to overwhelm their immense armies.

OOC: I implied that there was a hole in the defenses, its certainly not far enough to go all the way to Antanjyl. That would mean you bombed miles of anti-air missiles. I'll post a reply really quick. Just noting it. Antanjyl isn't that small, the land area is just a bit larger than Norway. Map (http://i2.photobucket.com/albums/y21/Kutulmak/ghettomountains.png) Please note they're not in plateaus. The capital is in Red. But I'll let this have some effect I guess once I return. @_@

OOC: Ah well. Fourhearts will need to use submarines which are cruise missile capable then. IC:

Antalia; Aboveground

Most of the air defenses in Antalia were rather unprepared to begin with, and as the bombers slowly moved into the small hole in Antanjyl's defenses, moving high enough to avoid most individual missiles, they were actually allowed this minute bit of access. However, the few in the city, and those around it, did respond to the EMPs, as anything being fired by an enemy plane was considered a threat. As so, a few hundred missiles were fired and collided with over half of the EMPs. The rest managed to land and explode however, jamming the radio towers and allowing the following thousands of missiles to level a large portion of the city. Seeing as it was more or less unpopulated except with the few radar personel, it was a rather minor loss. However, some of the bombs did open up minor entrances to the underground

However, such a thing could not be allowed to continue any longer...

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Antanjyl Mountains

Though more than a few of the trucks exploded, collapsing large portions of tunnel networks beneath Antanjyl, a few of the more integral defenses, along with a few unimportant ones to keep the enemy from simply aiming for where the troops were, were being armed by small groups of soldiers with anti-tank weaponry, along with a sizeable group of infantry to support them. They would use hit and run tactics, hitting the explosive trucks before quickly retreating into any brush or cover possible.

Also, as the bombers began to exit Antalia's airspace, they would soon run into a rather violent surprise. From all over Antanjyl's inner mountain ranges immense amounts of aircraft were suddenly being sent skyward, nearly four hundred at once. Fast and capable of immense altitudes, this would drive home the fact that Antanjyl's forces were not simply just defensive, but they were willing to draw blood themselves. They would try to prevent the planes from escaping by cutting them off from the front, while the others attacked from the sides. To prevent any missiles from coming inland, large groups of anti-aircraft tanks were beginning to move from the natural walls of the mountains...

As well, the first of the Daemons began arriving, sporting the black bullet-proof armour and weapons ranging from the common AK-109s and AK-110s to heavy machine guns and more than enough anti-tank and anti-aircraft weapons. The large group of almost 300,000 men and women were moving underground, just as the tanks were being fended off and destroyed from overhead. They would wait for nightfall, and then Antanjyl's first offensive strike against the enemy would finally begin.

There was one further omen which, if known would surely make the Allaneans reconsider having this navy so close to Antanjyl's sures. Soldiers underground were steadily increasing within the country's interior, making way for the ICBMs. These were only precautionary however, as they did not really expect to need them to push out invaders.

Neo-Nagasaki Forward Strike Airbase...

Neo-Nagasaki was built around its harbor. Without the presence of the ICN, the city wouldn't exist. The economy revolved around supplying the sailors, and off base housing for their families. Nearly everything was geared to the navy. That didn't mean, however, that there wasn't anything else there. Just north of the city say the Forward Strike Airbase for the Imperial Air Force. It was massive, consisting of nearly 20 hangars and 6 giant runways, each capable of launching 2 bombers side-by-side at one time.

Over the past couple of days, 50 heavily modified EB-52 Heavy Stealth Bombers had been deployed to this base. Now, they were gearing up to launch and help support the allied forces in Antanjyl. While the planes were being finished off, their 4 man crews were being briefed.

"Good afternoon. You are some of the best pilots in the Imperial Air Force, and as such, you are being given the task of supporting allied forces in the recent war effort in Antanjyl.

Behind the seargent was a screen. Upon this screen, and infrared image of Antanjyl appeared.

"This is an infrared map of the nation. Due to the severe low temperatures in the region, infrared vision is the best tool to use. If it's warm, you'll see it. Now, you'll notice these large red blots on the map. These blots are the locations of the ventilation outlets of the nation's tunnel system. In order to succede in Antanjyl, we must shut down this system. You're target for this mission will be to strike these tunnels at their shallowest points. These outlets are the weakest part of the system. Therefore, you will be targetting them. This strike will be aimed primarily at the exits and ventilation points nearest allied forces. This will halt the troop movement within the system."

Behind him, the screen changed to display a wire schematic of the bomber. The hardpoints on the wings and the bomb bays were flashing with miniature bomb symbols.

"Now, you'll be carrying 50 5-ton standard aviation "dumb" bombs. The scheme you will be using is called carpet bombing. I hope you payed attention on the first week of BT, because that's when we teach it. This technique hasn't been used since the 1970's of the old AD calander, but it's effective when you want to strike a wide area and cause maximum damage."

Behind him, the screen again changed, this time showing a partial world map, the connecting parts between Psi-Pso and Antanjyl.

"This will be a roughly six hour flight. While over the ocean, your maximum ceiling will be 150 feet. You will be working in strict stealth conditions, so there will be NO radio contact. Also, active radar will remain off for the duration of the flight. You will be able to use live satellite feed for navigation for the first three hours, but you will turn it off after that. Try to avoid all radar stations possible, but don't worry if you skim one or two, the bombers' skin will absorb most of the radar. You will make land fall right over the ally held port. At this point, you will climb to 300 feet and practice contour following to your targets. We don't know how far it is safe north and south, so try to stay around our port. Once you release your payload, return to as low as possible, and head back over the ocean. You will land in Allanea. They are closer and will be willing to receive you. Respect them, they're our ally. That's it. Your bombers are ready. Good luck, and God speed."
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As the sun began to set, the massive bombers began rolling out of the immense hangars in single file. Others that were lined up on the tarmac began to fall out too. All lights, including navigation and formation lights, were extinguished. The only light coming from the planes were the thrust from their 8 engines. The bombers would work out of 25 pairs for simplicity. the lead pair rolled to a halt at the beginning of the first runway. This one was tricky, as it extended a couple hundred yards into the water. If you hit either way on the controls, you would wind up in the water. The pilots, being some of the best, didn't spare it a second thought, and throttled up. The massive craft did seem to give it a second thought, and stayed put for a few minutes until the thrust was great enough to move them forward. The two crept forward until the afterburners kicked in, giving them enough thrust to really start rolling down the runway. As they sped down the runway, the water, illuminated by the last rays of sunlight, loomed ahead of them. Slowly, the front gear lifted off the tarmact, followed by the rear a couple hundred yards later. In fact, the pair made it off the runway with 500 yards to spare. They hit a cruising altitude of 75 feet and headed for Antanjyl in the east. Behind them, the rest of the force was taking off and following.
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Psi-Pso Marine Force,
Outskirts of Allied Port...

As the evening grew deeper, the men began to grow more restless. They were told to fight to the death against what seemed to be an immenent threat coming from the mountains. Their orders were sure, and they would carry them out.

(Current number of Marines: 10,000)

Dungeons

In the security center, the guards saw what the Antanjylians were doing, and immediately dispached a force to each cell to stop their suicide.

In the General's cell, four guards burst in, one of which was a medial doctor. The General was tranquilized again, and was rushed out of the cell into the dungeon medical center, in order to quell the bleeding on the tongue. The General was strapped down to the table, immobilized, as doctors worked to stop the bleeding and re-attach the tongue to him, to keep the general alive. Once this occured, the general was then immediately placed into a medically-induced coma, as to prevent him from doing anything else that would allow him to escape justice.

In Daemon Farwell's cell, the same process was repeated -- four guards stormed the cell, and tranquilized him. After patching up the head wounds, he was lifted off into another bay in the Dungeon Medical Centre, strapped to a table, and placed into a medically-induced coma.


Both Antanjylians were placed in the coma as to place them in a state of suspended animation, but it was only just deep enough that they couldn't wake on their own, but shallow enough that they might not wake up at all, when the doctors pulled them out of it.


OOC: Antanjyl, I actually have no intention of torturing you, surprisingly. :)

And yes, the defences around Derscon are FT. I'll fight you at PMT, but if you try and attack my homeland -- or more specifically, my capital -- I will use FT defences, as Derscon is designed for. Only Defences, though -- I wouldn't attack you with it, that's cheap. However, I designed the overall Dersconi Defence Grid to be Future Tech, and that's what it is.

In Allanea

In the meawhile, in Allanea, a truly impressive navy was created - or maybe ‘cobbled together’. To the 100 transports, the 10 supercarriers were added, stripped of aircraft. Dozens of trade, cargo, even cruise ships were rented by the government, and filled with troops and equipment. Then they were sent out to Antanjyl – not in a single convoy, since that created a danger of interception, but dozens of small ones. Also, 12 attack submarines were then sent to patrol the waters.

On Antanjyl’s shore

“I believe we have a problem, Sir.”

“And that is?”

“Well, Mr. North, we only have 150,000 troops as of now. That is not enough to storm the mountains, not really. And there will be a counterattack of some form eventually. You don’t really expect them to just sit there when we invade the country, do you?”

“Yes. We kind of prepared for that, no?”

“Yes, Mr. North, Sir. But I think there may be a way to soften it.”

“And that is…”


Four hours later, an overwhelming salvo of 5,000 missiles was fired from the ground, from ships, and from aircraft – due to the airlift, nobody bothered about running out. The missiles carried EMP warheads strictly, designed to blind, destroy, or otherwise incapacitate as much of Antanjyl’s radar and AA system as possible.

OOC: I know you probably don't. But you did execute those guards on a whim. Besides, after that video was made public its not too surprising that they would probably be tortured to have information extracted then liquidated. Its actually pretty common in most of the NS world. Daemon Farwell wasn't really killing himself, he just banged his head against the wall to pass the time. Oh and what are your policies on foreign tourists?

Its essentially impossible to EMP most of my anti-air defenses, since that would entail launching them over the mountains and getting them to affect the widest amount of troops with almost every single missile. Since you've already used EMPs to soften up the capital, most of Antanjyl is more or less expecting you to use that tactic again, since it worked so well before.

Oh and since Scandavian States seems to be MIA... It will make my next little tactic a bit more effective. I'm essentially going to return practically my entire navy to port en masse' with some recently aquired SDs. Hooray for Mass Offensives >_> IC:


Antanjylian Skies

After the attack over Antalia using EMP warheads, most of the defensive force was more than a little wary about anything being sent at them. So once the fir of the EMP weapons came within 100 kilometres of the nearest AA or Radar device, a massive number of almost 6000 missiles to intercept them. A handful still managed to get through and hit the side of the mountainous wall, forcing the small opening into Antanjyl to widen a bit. These would be repaired in days.

Meanwhile, the numerous fighters eventually came up to a sufficient altitude to begin firing at Allanea's bombers. The four hundred fighters main intention was to destroy the entire group as quickly as possible before returning back to refuel. Thus, they all quickly fired almost unnecessarily large salvos of missiles at the group. They would attempt to make sure not a single pilot made it back to Allanea's forces alive in the hopes of forcing the soldiers to lose morale...

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Antanjyl Northlands
((Essentially the non-mountainous area of Antanjyl to the North. I'm going to say its begun snowing, if it hasn't you can just say this attack is going to take place the first day it does begin to snow.))

There was finally enough snow cover for the military operation the Daemons had been planning since Galf's assassination. At first it would be almost impossible to detect, as small amounts of men and women began to exit out of the Slave Tunnels using the more camoflauged exits, or going so far as to make their own; Anything to not be seen immediately. Using the dense snow cover as a blanket, a select few made use of specially made stealth snow-mobiles which released as little heat and noise as feasibly possible.

On one far end of Allanea's base nearly 100,000 men and women came to the surface within an hour. On the eastern far side, on the rocky cliff-face over-looking the ocean, hundreds of soldiers were preparing explosives to confuse the enemy. The side going by the flatlands would be using mine detectors to bypass any possible base defenses of that variety. They were armed with numerous types of machine guns, flame-throwers, and anti-tank weaponry, while a select few carried missiles to intercept choppers in case anything should happen to the distant AA-batteries.

Their mission would be to swarm the base as quickly as possible if it was discovered that there were no minefields present. If there were, they would have to be more careful and look for an opening, going so far as to take the route the Allaneans had been seen to use in the past. Their targets would be the command center and any vehicles present, along with the POW camp. Any wounded would be taken as hostages while the rest were to be killed on site unless they surrendered, however they knew for a fact the Allaneans were too proud to even consider doing so, even while out-numbered by nearly 2 to 1, not counting the non-combat personel which were obviously on the ground.

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Arctic Ocean

At the far edges of the Arctic Ocean the first of Antanjyl's navy began to assemble. Massive numbers of ships began to take off, in particular an enormous military fleet from what was commonly called Topal began to quickly approach from the West. While from the East, the rest of Antanjyl's naval forces in Red Tide began to move forward, led by four Atlantis Class Trimaran Super Dreadnaughts, almost dwarfing the rest of the destroyers and cruisers in the fleet.


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Antanjyl Mountains

In the mountains at the exact moment that all of these ominous signs began to appear, the first of thousands of ICBMs made their appearance, slowly opening as noisily as possible, becomign a loud beacon on radar. They too were just a diversion, at least for now, since Allanea more or less would be able to shoot down most of the ICBMs before they hit. However, that and the naval force would more than likely keep them from looking for the massive Daemons in the landscape... However, a warning shot was necessary to make sure that the snow didn't mess up their radar, otherwise the diversion would not help much...

Thus, a large group of ICBMs(50) quickly fired at a relatively unprecise slope towards the Allanean base and naval forces closest to the coast. They would hit within the minute.

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Antanjyl Mass Offensive

As soon as the ICBMs were spotted in the skies by the Daemons, the offensive began, and massive explosions began to rock the cliff-face to the East of Kinshash, over the sea. As this was going on the thousands of soldiers began to rush forward, if the mines were not detected. If they were they would blindly charge right through the way the Allaneans had been entering from over the last few days.

At sea, the Eastern Fleet quickly closed in as the Western Naval fleet seemed to stop, allowing the Super Dreadnoughts to get into posisition first. The only possible exit if the Allaneans did decide to leave would be North, dangerous close to the pole and more dense ice floes. Their allies, if still on their side, would finally have a chance to dispel the intruders in Antanjyl once and for all.


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Eastern Fleet
4 Atlantis Class Trimaran Super Dreadnaughts
6 Brunhild Class Destroyers
10 Daemon Class Frigates
34 Agua Class Attack Submarines
8 Borease Class Destroyers
10 Raio Class Cruisers
4 Galf Class Logistics Ships
7 Stinger Class Missile Boats
8 Sanscion Class Nuclear Submarines
4 Fuel/Water Tankers
10 Milanon Class Tanker-Escorts
10 Albeleo Class Artillery Ships
3 Gares Class Troop Carriers
6 Hospital Ships

(This ship is nearly half of my entire navy which I earlier sent to Red Tide 2. The rest are either still there or coming from Topal)

Western Fleet

4 Brunhild Class Destroyers
14 Daemon Class Frigates
48 Agua Class Attack Submarines
18 Boreas Class Destroyers
22 Raio Class Cruisers
8 Galf Class Logistics Ships
14 Stinger Class Missile Boats
16 Sanscion Class Nuclear Submarines
8 Fuel/Water tankers
22 Milanon Class Tanker-Escorts
24 Albeleo Class Artillery Ships
18 Gares Class Troop Carriers
12 Hospital Ships

(Please not that this fleet still has some damage from the Topal conflict, however since we were mainly at sea and did not actually engage the enemy the ships still around are essentially in good condition.)

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Message From Emperor Ares' staff to Scandavian States and Allies

Greetings... TThis is Emperor Ares' military staff. After your despicable assassination of general Galf, our Emperor has seen it fit to give you all this eviction notice. You have less than one hour to surrender immediately and evacuate, or we will make sure that every single one of your soldiers never makes it home. This is not a bluff, and let us remind you that your arrogance led to this, and that even with your insane propaganda and deplorable tactics, we still pity you enough to give you this opportunity to leave. If not the full fury of the Gods will fall upon you, and there is not a being alive who will protect your misguided people from our rage.

We remind you that you have one hour. Any military prisoners still alive are to be handed over to us or enroute to return here by that time. Failure to comply will result in your immediate annihilation followed by attacks on your civilian populations. That is all.

OOC: Bombers? I don’t even HAVE bombers in the air. Can you clarify what are you implying so I can reply?

IC:

The Allaneans have put in dozens and hundreds of Nautilus systems for a reason, really. That reason was exactly the obvious – an expectation of some sort of long-range attack from the mountains. Of course, the Allaneans have not expected fifty ICBM’s. They expected waves upon waves of missiles and rockets. Fifty rockets? The laser-based systems simply chewed them up like pizza triangles at a teenage D&D session.

In the meanwhile, the Antanjyli troops were closing in towards the Allanean base. They would discover, indeed, that there were large minefields involved, as well as lines of barbed wire, and the usual defense – except that there were lots of them. The Allaneans have started building them back when they arrived, and never really stopped doing that (OOC: Check the original posts when they arrived, it should mention this).

A minefield isn’t built to stop troops. It’s rather obvious for everybody involved that it will not, because, after all, that’s what the various anti-mine equipment is for. But it does accomplish something different. You can’t run across a minefield. You must walk across, with your mine detector, being very careful – well, unless you want to risk standing on a mine. You must stop and mark the mines for the troops behind, or defuse them somehow. This gives the defenders more time to shoot at you.

The Allaneans were making full use of that fact. Crouching in trenches, using .308 battle rifles with double the range of the AK-109 and .50BMG sniper rifles with triple the range, they could do some really amazing things. Machineguns of all calibers were brought to bear on the Antanjyli force – which had no choice but to walk slowly under the withering fire. Tanks and IFV’s, protected by armor dug-outs from anti-tank weapon fire, showered the Antanjyl forces with fragmentation rounds.

But this was not all. Just as this was done, whatever limited artillery and mortars Allaneans had, as well as MRLS launchers began to shower the rear of the Antanjyl forces with cluster munitions and rocket-deployed landmines. Now, fleeing would be a hazard too.

And then, the ultimate weapon of the Allaneans was deployed. The Iowas swiveled their turrets. There was, after all, a reason that the Allaneans parked their fleet dangerously close to the shore. This was it.

The Iowas barked fire and smoke from dozens and dozens of both 16-inch, 9-inch, and 5-inch cannons.

This was going to be fun.

OOC: First of all, rising air through the ventilation ducts was hot. Much hotter then the surrounding below-zero Celsius air. Thus, they were easily detectable by infra-red observation… and the Allaneans made fine use of that fact as sappers converged on those positions and simply detonated enormous (truck-sized) shaped-charges over the tunnels, trying to cause them to collapse.

^ My aircraft were attempting to intercept that.

OOC: Okay. I'll address this in my next IC post... but I hope I did at least some damage to your tunnels... it takes aircraft soem time to get in the air and get to the scene. :D Anyway, once I'll do an IC post, that'll be there.

((OOC: You damaged them pretty bad. It slowed down the majority of my actual army so that they can't go through, along with my tanks. So no vehicles can use the underground tunnels that are close to Allaneans *sadness* Oh and a few dozen soldier were killed defending some of the more important tunnels. They're currently digging to make room for the tanks, but that could take weeks.

I'll give one to two posts for the rockets to actually come in range to begin attacking the base. The SDs can strike from 300 km away, so they'll begin hitting in the next post

Edit: Oh and about the aircraft, eh they can just make sure you don't stick around and keep you from using additional bombs on the Daemons.

ADDITIONAL EDIT: Oh and everyone received the message to SS and allies.))

The soldiers were told that this would happen if there were mines, so they made their little prayers before they began to move forward. Every minute large numbers of troops lost their lives in the minefields, as the falling bodies caused a few to actually go off. They kept coming from all sides however, and the cliff-face which had been exploding to distract the enemy had in a way failed. It was to be expected, however at the very least it meant the soldiers there would be able to avoid being shot at. Morbidly enough, some of the craters caused by the ship weapons were actually being used for cover. The other fact was that the ships were helping to clear the mines for the rest of the soldiers which would eventually begin to come inwards.

Then it began, as if the Daemons were not enough, the first of the anti-aircraft vehicles and rocket-tanks began to move through the pass from before, as a small group of rockets cleared the path there themselves of any mines. There were literally hundreds of vehicles, moving in droves, all seperated enough to make targetting them as large a waste of ammunition as possible.

The ICBMs from before suddenly refired, only this time the number was in the thousands(18,000), quickly followed up by a secondary volley of the same number(18,000). It was aimed strictly at the Allanean Base and ships. They expected a few to hit, but as long as both sides were distracted enough and wasting ammunition on their own, it would give the distant naval fleets the time to close in and begin attacking.

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Antanjyl Sea

Both fleets slowly approached the distant waters, the massive submarine fleets underneath quickly making sure that no torpedos took aim at any of the ships. Once within 300 km however, the Super Dreadnoughts would open fire at the Allanean naval vessels, while the missile boats and submarines prevented any large airstrikes or submarine attacks.


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Losses
(Tell me if you think this is a bit low)

19,700 Daemons

OOC: It is slightly low, but it's okay. :D I'll figure out a post later today. Thanks!

OOC: Well just in case I added another digit. :cool: Now just need to wait for everyone else to eventually respond. Psy-Psy, within 100km of any of my anti-missile weapons you'd start being fired at by almost all of my air defences should you use those planes. Though since the snow is out... I would suspect the bombs would be fired upon once they were spotted. But anywho by the time you respond with your planes coming overhead you'll be surprised to learn that Antanjyl is finally on the offensive :) IC:

Antanjyl Airbases

As the attacks began all over Antanjyl, as many high-altitude bombers as could feasibly be brought out of the tunnels were slowly being prepped for flight. Antanjyl's attack was going to be enormous, and they were literally going to bring forth every single weapon they had to bare against the enemies. The enemy had received the message offering them one last chance to retreat like cowards, but for whatever reason, they had more or less seemed to have refused.

Katana Task Force,
ICS Honor's Bridge...

"Admiral!! The fight has begun!!" a voice yelled from below in the CIC. "There's a full force attack on the Allaneans and our troops!!"

"Thank you," Yamamoto yelled back. "You know the plan, execute it!"

While they had been deploying troops, the massive ships had all been moving into broadside positions relative to the coast. In actuality, their marines weren't inteded to fight. Now, the Antanjyls had come out of hiding and attacked. It was just what the fleet was waiting for.

"Admiral, reports coming in."

Turret One, ready,

Turret Two, ready,

Turret Three, ready,

Turret Four, ready,

Turret Five, ready,

Turret Seven, ready,

Turret Nine, ready,

Turret Ten, ready,

Turret Eleven, ready,

Turret Twelve, ready,

Turret Thirteen, ready.

The admiral stood near the windscreen, watching as small explosions lit up the shoreline beyond the city. "On my mark....three....two....one...MARK!" As he yelled, the fire control officers hit the switches to unleash the ship's fire. The ship nearly buckled from the force of the full broadside shot, 11 30" turrets at once. Across the fleet, every other capital ship began unleashing their own 30" cannons, firing and reloading over and over again untill a barrage was created. Not one of the ships would stop until the ANtanjyl's retreated.

In the mean time, they could also work on taking out the incoming missiles. With vollies this size coming in, they couldn't mess around with the small crap. The Honor was equipped with a few special weapons, 6 nuclear missiles to be exact. As the first wave came up, the Honor fired off one of her missiles. It streaked into the atmosphere, detonating in the midst of ICBMs, destroying nearly all of them. Only a few came out, and those were picked off by other anti-ICBM missiles. This method was repeated for the second volley, taking out nearly all as well. Four missiles got through, sinking several cruisers and three battlecruisers.

But the fleet wasn't done yet. The approach of enemy fleets from the north had not gone unnoticed. Rather than sitting back and waiting, 500 VF-1S fighters were launched against them, each carrying six of the effective Harpoon anti-shipping missile. Instead of a conventional explosive warhead, they were equipped with White Phosphorous incindeary warheads. These missiles would be launched at 100 Nm out.
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Meanwhile, the flight of EB-52 bombers continued onward, passing the three hour mark at which point all communication was shut off. They continued onward employing full stealth and flying between 50 and 75 feet above the sea.

Estate of Former Minister Aziz Afnan

The Agent recieved...A communication...

It was almost like a voice was whispering directly to his brain...
The Kraven Corporation battle language, a way that attacks could be coordinated instantly and with brilliant precision..

"Antanjyl is under attack...Scandinavian States...Allanea...Psychotic Psychoes...Send fleet to Antanjyl immediately..."

The Agent nodded to himself and opened a communication to the Grand Admiral Ali-Khan Samoud..

Remove your army and fleet from Rulerz Utopia..Drop the soldiers at Fort Nassei..Link up with another fleet and assist our allies of Antanjyl...Assault the fleets of Scandinavian States, Allanea, and Psychotic Psychoes..Relieve the blockade immediately..
High Command

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Grand Admiral Ali-Khan Samoud recieved this message with a frown..

Withdraw? We just crushed them at the beach, and now we leave? he thought..

An order's an order I suppose... he continued to think.

"Comm, send general orders of withdrawl to the fleet. All soldiers are to board their VTOLs and return to their boats...We are leaving in ten hours, let's move!"

"Aye, sir."

The soldiers in Rulerz Utopia immediately recieved their orders and re-boarded their beached transport boats, they got back into their assault carriers, which after ten hours set off to link up with the other 120 ships of their new assault fleet..

The Antanjyl Battlegroup, as it was now called, linked up twelve hours after the departure from Rulerz Utopia, and set off to the arctic circle, where they would head to Scandinavia afterwards..


It would take five days at maximum burn to get to their beleaguered allies..
The Grand Admiral hoped it would not be too late to save their newfound friends..


OOC:
I'm sending this:
1 "Zealous" class SuperDreadnaught
2 "Argentine" class Galleons
15 "Elusive" class Battleship
15 "Paramount" class Air Defense Vessel
50 "Morsky-Orol" class Light Cruiser
65 "Ilium" class Missile Destroyers
3 "Qu'Ran" class Aircraft Carriers
2 "Ultra" class Battlecarriers
30 "Cartegena" class Submarine

[I haven't been MIA, I've been occupied with other things. Don't know why you just ignored my fleet, but it's going to cost you. Big time.]


However large the incoming Antanjylian force, it was pathetic by the standards of the Imperial Navy; there were fleets that were larger and there were presently more Imperial submarines near Antanjyl than ships the Antanjylians themselves could muster. However, pity was not an emotion that the IN wasted on its enemies, they simply destroyed those enemies and moved on. Then and there was not an exception.

The second the Antanjylian ships were recognized, Task Force 3 opened fire from maximum range. Rather, the heavy cruisers of TF3 opened fire, and in a hundred forty-four seconds 119,808 missiles lept out of the massive VLS; every twelth missile was one of the highly effective ECM variants that had worked so well on the Bandurian fleet, but that still left a substantial number of real missiles with warheads measured in the thousands of kilos. Of course, the heavy cruisers weren't the only ones to get some, for the first time the submarines of the fleet had some input and the SSGNs simply let loose; another thirty one thousand one hundred four missiles joined in on the massive barrage.

And then all four of the Strike Fleets turned towards the Antanjylian fleet, tooling along at a mere ten knots to keep the gel coating effective and slowly seperating from the fleet body; if the Antanjylians were lucky or really unfortunate enough, depending on the point of view, the submarines of the Strikes Fleets would have the pleasure of testing the new torpedoes.


[Missile stats here: http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8791642&postcount=1055
Once again the Arquebus has been used]

http://forums2.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=8791642&postcount=1055[/url]
SSM-503B Arquebus II: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9919087&postcount=1241

As for the position of TF3, it's generally north of Antanjyl, so it had the ability to split fire without splitting up the fleet. In general the fire would be evenly divided, but it was intentional overkill so the portion of the fleet with the 4 SDs would have had those SD recieving a higher concentration of fire than was normal for ships in the non-SD fleet. The rate of fire was 832 missiles/second for one hundred forty-four seconds, split that evenly between the two fleets. Also, it's unlikely that missile fratricide is going to occur with missiles designed for the heat and pressure waves of hypersonic flight, especially when fire is so dispersed.

EDIT: Oh, and two things. One, I'd appreciate it if nobody posted until I can write a response. Two, I'd [i]really appreciate it if any OOC questions were directed over telegram to prevent further thread clutter.]

OOC: Even with your miltiary budget I'm going to have to call godmod. But I'll see what everyone else thinks first. I'll repost the attack in a bit then. But I'm pretty sure a therm-nuclear blast would cause alot of them to explode.

[Do you have excel or something that can read excel spread sheets? Cause I can send you my naval budget in XLS format. If you don't believe that, I can refer you to the designer of the ships, he can confirm my numbers.

And yeah, it might work, if your submarines have the radar and fire control for the SAMs. However, the pop up, fire, and dive manuever is going to cut into your fire control catastrophically. Plus, did you take into account that the missiles are in fact strung out over about a dozen kilometers at something like 85,000 feet and moving at around Mach 5? These are your typical NS 2010-2020 SAMs: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9917908&postcount=1236
Of course, the unifying factor in all of these is that they're guided, you need radar to allow for a decent lock before you even fire, something you neither mentioned in your capabilities nor RPed.

Look, I honestly don't care if you shoot my missiles down, I have a lot more where they came from and if it comes down to it my ships are more than capable of going toe-to-toe with yours. However, so far your anti-missiles tactics aren't, and your losses aren't heavy enough for me to tolerate by-the-shoe-strings chicanery.

Now, can we take this to TG like I asked?]

[[Made an OOC thread http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=10326508#post10326508 Now to post!]]

Eastern Fleet

The Eastern Fleet, upon noticing the heavy salvo quickly responded by launching everything they had at it. The four Super Dreadnoughts quickly continued to fire at the Allanean fleet with its turrets, slowly turning away as together they launched nearly a thousand missiles from every part of the ship at once, using the Galf Class Logistic ships, along with their own built-in missile guidance systems, to target them. By the time the missiles had hit, the Super Dreadnoughts were able to launch nearly seven thousand missiles each for a total of nearly twenty eight thousand.

The rest of the ships capable of intercepting the missiles relied strictly on guidance from the Galf Class Logistics ships, and quickly began to fire off their own missiles, as well, primarily the missile boats. They were able to add their own three thousand missiles into the mix by the time the first wave struck them.

The small number of nuclear submarines took it upon themselves to quickly fire a volley of Megaton warheads into the air to detonate them, primarily aiming for any which would directly target the Super Dreadnoughts. In the time before impact each managed to fire a single missile before quickly attempting to go under...

However, the thousands of missiles remaining quickly smashed through the barrier of ships, mincing through the smaller craft and impacting heavily on the heavy armor of the Super Dreadnoughts, causing smoke to billow out from inside two of them, while a third actually looked as if it had begun to sink. Barely any of the other ships were as lucky, and the few surviving ones had only made it through the blast through sheer luck.

Total Losses

1 Atlantis Class Trimaran Super Dreadnaughts (On fire and possibly sinking)
4 Brunhild Class Destroyers
7 Daemon Class Frigates
4 Agua Class Attack Submarines
6 Borease Class Destroyers
8 Raio Class Cruisers
3 Galf Class Logistics Ships
7 Stinger Class Missile Boats
3 Sanscion Class Nuclear Submarines
3 Fuel/Water Tankers
9 Milanon Class Tanker-Escorts
6 Albeleo Class Artillery Ships
2 Gares Class Troop Carriers
5 Hospital Ships

650,000 Casualties (Mostly aboard the troop carrier)


Western Fleet

Albeleo's fleet seemed to stand still, firing off a few thousand missiles as every ship began to attempt to seperate, in what looked like a vague attempt to save themselves. The missiles boats managed to fire while doing so, however the majority of them hit only due to the fact that there were so many targets. The nuclear submarines all surfaced and opened fire as well, emptying almost three nuclear weapons each, even though it made them unable to dive.

The entire fleet was ripped apart as the first group of missiles began to impact upon the ships, explosions ripping through the skyline. The only weapons that had actually done any good were the megaton weapons, however the seas and everything near the blast were now extremely irradiated. The survivoring ships, or what appeared to be such were flaming and mostly sinking.

Losses
Seeing as these are a bit higher due to the fact that they were bringing my entire military brigade back from Topal conflict and the other I had around the globe the casualties will pretty obsene.

3 Brunhild Class Destroyers
11 Daemon Class Frigates
8 Agua Class Attack Submarines
15 Boreas Class Destroyers
22 Raio Class Cruisers
7 Galf Class Logistics Ships
14 Stinger Class Missile Boats
13 Sanscion Class Nuclear Submarines
8 Fuel/Water tankers
22 Milanon Class Tanker-Escorts
23 Albeleo Class Artillery Ships
16 Gares Class Troop Carriers
11 Hospital Ships

Casualties (Mainly from 17 Troop carriers): 1,400,000

((Now to quickly respond to Psy-Psy and what my submarines are doing.))

The surviving fleets capable of still sailing quickly pulled back under the fire from the Shogun's forces, however those on the Eastern Front, mostly too damaged to evacuate were quickly wiped out, as most of the soldiers exposed to the nuclear warheads fired from the submarines were doused in fatal doses of radiation regardless. The surviving ship, the Brunhild, began to retreat in flames, as she slowly began to sink into the icy depths.

The Western Fleet fared better, and suffered only minor damage to the hull of the inopperable Super Dreadnought as they moved out of range. Below them the submarines quickly primed their torpedos as well. They had greatly underestimated the enemy forces, possibly given bad intelligence on the numbers. The Super Dreadnoughts and Agua Class submarines, however would be more than able to defend themselves from underwater threats, as well as the SD's armored hull. The others were taking advantage of this by moving towards the other side, using the SDs as a wall to defend them.

Losses

Essentially the only ship above the ocean on the Eastern Front is the burning Brunhild, which is essentially irradiated as well.

OOC: Note the AA nukes are very high in the air and would likely not damage anything on the ground, being rather, umm... low-powered. I'd appreciate it if you don't use it as an excuse to use 100-megaton devices on us all.

IC: In the meanwhile, the long ‘tail’ of Allanean ships continued it’s journey towards Antanjyl. It did not yet know that that 3,000 Allaneans have fallen trying to hold off the Daemon attack. But they did know that they were about to put the Daemons and other Antanjylians in a very interesting position.

The first transport hit the shore ten kilometers away from the main Allanean landing zone, putting the attackers between the new ships and the Allanean/Psy-Pso encampment. Tanks rolled onto the shore. Sergeants shouted. Soldiers barked cadence. Rifle bolts cracked – and even as the cargo transports and former luxury boats were unloading, the self-propelled artillery systems were already setting up to fire…

Allanean Encampment

Thousands of ICBM’s streamed down towards the Allanean positions. However, the Allaneans had a rather nifty – if not environmentally friendly – solution for this problem. Half a dozen light (less then half a kiloton) nuclear anti-air munitions were launched, hitting between the clouds of descending ICBMs, vaporising incredible amounts of missiles as they went down. Many more fell in the camp, sinking three Iowa-N’s and killing approximately two thousand more people.

It was only when the smoke cleared that the Allaneans saw the new danger – enemy tanks and APC’s, advancing through the minefields like veritable images of death. Several Allanean tanks were already burning, and a hole in the defenses was about to be formed…

‘After me!’ – screamed Colonel Radzynsky, launching himself forward. Dozens of troops followed, just as armor and artillery, as well as LAW operators, focused their fire on the new menace.

Radzynsky – and the two hundred or so troops that followed him – were being heavily supported by all kinds of artillery, mortar, and other fire from the trenches. Still, when they made contact with the enemy tanks, half of them breathed no longer. Radzynsky never intended to.

He grabbed onto the side of an Antanjyli armored vehicle, grabbing several heavy RGD-33 grenades with the other, releasing the safety on one of them – and pressed the six grenades – four kilos of explosives – against what seemed to be a vulnerable spot, screaming:

“For life and liberty!”

Smoke and blazes enveloped the vehicle. Around him, one hundred Allaneans took on the Antanjyli trucks in similar heroic ways – climbing on the turrets, grabbing onto the tank cannon and placing grenades into th barrels, and so forth.

And, into this confusion, shells from the reinforcement corps began to drop.

Allanean Encampment

The Daemons quickly began firing wildly as the Allaneans, obviously driven insane from being outnumbered by the elite forces, were beginning to sacrifice themselves to take out the vehicles. A tank there, a truck there, and an APC to the back all were heavily damaged or outright exploded as a crazed soldier rushed into it, bullets whizzing through his body before he came to an explosive stop.

The vehicles however, defended themselves as well, opening fire with their own weaponry as hails of bullets plowed forward as APCs and the recon tanks alike began to fire. In the back the Daemons with the anti-vehicle weaponry had finally made it through the mine field and were preparing to fire large salvos into the smoldering Allanean weaponry.

To back all of this up, the rocket-tanks, upon coming into moderate range of the encampment began to fire towards the back, past the Daemon forces and into the approaching vehicles exiting the nearer ships, along with a few precise rockets aimed at the enemy POW camp. The deserters from before were a prime target, and one of the goals of this seige were to kill every single one of them.

In the attack nearly fourty-thousand soldiers died valiantly defending the tanks, most killed in the infantry explosions or the ships in the foreground. Along with these were dozens of vehicles, some of the more damaged ones continueing forward, running over anyone in their way as they crashed and exploded into the Allanean barricades.

"Death to the invaders!!!" One of the Daemon Elite shouted as he held up a machine-gun, taking numerous shots through the chest before falling back, quickly replaced by even more soldiers.

In the mountains, more and more soldiers were speeding forward as fast as they were capable of, some in APCs while the rest marched. Nearly another two hundred thousand total would come out of the caves, with another promised fifty thousand Daemons. The vehicles would take longer however, they too would later be brought to bear.

N.SatOps Satellites X40-X50...

High above the ground, another set of satellites detached themselves from the main group of targetting satellites. These satellites were specialized in electronic warfare, and used to add to confusion. To ensure that the incoming bombers, already nearly invisible to radar, arrived and dropped their ordanance safely, the satellites began belting out massive jammers to confuse and radar and locking systems that were implace. To ensure minimal conflict with the allied forces, they jammed the systems that were in the mountainside around the area.
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Bombers: ZEB-52H1 and ZEB-52H2....

The lead pair in the massive flight of bombers was coming on to Antanjyl territory swiftly. Already, they could detect the fact that the jammers were working. Their passive radar screen began phasing out toward the edges, and it grew as they closed in on the enemy. Now, with jamming already in place, they added their own to make it even worse.
"Captain, jamming on all channels confirmed," the navigation/EW officer said from his seat behind the pilots.

"Roger, we're going in," the pilot replied. Ahead, they could see the lights of their own fleets looming. He gracefully pulled back on the control stick, and the massive bomber climbed up to 200 feet. It was 100 feet below the plan, but it was for safety reasons. The bombers, black as the night sky, shot over the fleets, speeding on for their targets. Ahead, flashes in the night could be seen at the battlefields. "Elric, we're approaching the target. Release early to hit some enemy troops."

The man called Elric, the OSO, got ready, "roger! 10 seconds from drop. Bomb bays coming open!" As he said it, the craft shuddered as its aerodynamics were affected. The ten seconds ticked by slowly. Finally, the air was filled with clicks and clanks as bomb clamps released, and a horrible whistling pierced the air as the bombs fell away over enemy troops, and then passing on to the mountain tunnels. To the north and south, he could just barely make out the sillhoutes of the other bombers, repeating his procedure over enemy troops and tunnel areas, each releasing their 50 bombs in a carpet bomb fashion. "Cap'n, all bombs away, doors closing!"

"Roger, let's get the hell out of here!" As the doors shut, he banked to come around 180 degrees. Now the fun part began. They were known to be there, and the enemy would fire at them as much as possible to destroy them. To avoid this, they sank back down to only 100 feet. Even as he went to pull out, more bombers were heading off the ocean and further inland to hit more tunnel targets.
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ICS Honor...

Grande Admiral Isoruku Yamamoto III was running a tight ship now that operations had begun. The ship had not stopped rocking since the firing had begun, and seeing as troops were still under attack, they had no reason to stop. As the bombers went overhead, the bridge of the ship rattled even harder. "Keep up the firing!! WE need to back up the marines!!!"
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The carrier flight, though having most of its target all ready destroyed, continued on to try and hit what was left of the Western Fleet. As they entered within 100 miles of them, they unleashed their deadly payload of Harpoon anti-shipping missiles, 6 each. Five hundred planes brought a total of 300 missiles streaking at sea-skim mode for the ships.
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"HOLD YOUR GROUND!!!!" the officer yelled as the Antanjyl forces came at them again and again. The heavy naval artillery was giving them great support, but they were still in some trouble. Whole squads had been eliminated so far, and more were going under. Most of the marines were equipped with automatic weapons, so they were continually pouring out fire at the enemy. Retreat was not an option. So far, they ahad lost 2000 men.
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(OOC: Okay, no more of this "Psy-Psy" stuff. My official military designation is "Psi-Pso" and my official civilian designation is "Pschycotian".)

OOC: You do realize that there’s an anti-tank ditch before the front trenches? I do believe it’s mentioned here ( http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10295637&postcount=153)

IC:

An anti-tank ditch is a deep, wide ravine, with slopes steep enough that an armored vehicle can’t get out of it once it’s in. Narrow land-bridges exist for counterattacks, and they are usually remote-wired for explosives. These were, too – and as one of the Antanjyli tanks entered the crossing, an Allanean pressed a button, sending it sky-high with twenty kilograms of C-4. On other crossings, the same happened.

Hundreds of Allaneans were dead, slumped in their trenches, burned alive in their tanks, screaming in pain as they bled to death on the snow. And then, a new attack came.

George Walker Bush MK II main battle-tanks, high-speed ATV’s with mounted anti-tank missiles and machineguns, Bradley Infantry Fighting Vehicles appeared on the horizon – behind the Antanjyl troops. Suddenly, the Antanjyl would find themselves between a hammer and an anvil. The main Allanean encampment would get the dubious honor of being the anvil, of course… not that they felt good about that, but it’s not like anybody asked them.

Over the POW camps, missiles were often shot down by AA and Nautilus systems, but still some reached the camps. Despite all best efforts, some of the POW’s would end up dead – until their keepers came and led them to trenches, hastily dug by tractor blades inside the camp, to shield them from explosions.

OOC: Alright. Sorry about that. So your marines are fighting alongside the Allaneans or is this the group from before? Also I did post awhile ago that I had send a few hundred fighters into the mountains before just after Allanea's bombers took out Antalia. Once you drop the bombs it would become apparent where your location is. IC:

Allanean Encampment

The first of the tanks exploded abruptly as it attempted to cross the bridge, followed by a second and third, completely wiping out the bridge and explosives, along with any nearby troops which attempted to get too close. The rest were finally satisfied with staying just short of the bridges and firing at the troops on the other side of the trenches, attempting to prevent them from allowing other vehicles from getting across. A great deal of the Daemons hid behind these tanks, along with the rubble caused by other vehicles which were being destroyed all around them. From there they continued to fire, waiting for reinforcements as the death toll mounted, only steadily going higher as the reinforcements behind them were bombed heavily.

Another twenty-eight thousand were dead, along with most of the original tanks being either destroyed or inopperable as Allanea's superior tank technology began taking the field. To combat this the anti-tank weaponry was coming into play, as most of Antanjyl's tanks within the nation were simply there for the mass-annihilation of soldiers(or in some cases civilians). As the first hour passed and reinforcements from both sides suddenly continued in, most of the wounded soldiers were hastily sewn together on the field and expected to keep up the fight. A few went so far as to leap over the trenches, strapped with grenades and other explosives as they dive-bombed towards the Allanean defenses.

The rockets behind all of this continued to quickly fire their payloads, then return to what was left of the caves. The few left were in the mountains, as the Psi-Pso forces had taken out the larger ones. The remaining anti-air artillery which had previously moved from the mountains quickly began firing as well, aimed at the Pschycotian bombers overhead as they dropped bombs. As they did this a large number were bombed themselves, most just making their way out of the caves.

The assault on the POW camp was slowly increasing as each hour passed, since it was an easy target with quite a large number of enemy(POWs included) soldiers there. Most of the earlier rocket-tanks were either destroyed or returned for rearmament, but the new ones, upon coming in range quickly fired in huge salvos, almost fanatically intent on killing everyone in the small encampment.

Antanjyl Mountains

As the Pschycotian Bombers opened up over the mountains, the large number of nearly four hundred Red Devil Fighters quickly began to halt their patrol routes and move in to intercept. As the word was sent what was happening, the airstrips were quickly being retrofitted and wiped clear of snow to send out more fighters into the skies.

Antanjyl Sea

The Superdreadnoughts quickly began to fire into the enemy swarm as the weapons were fired at the immense thing. Over sixty Guardian Turrets, along with the remaining SAM missiles were all fired, however in the end it did not matter much, as the three remaining immense ships, still moving further out of range of the conflict, were hit. The impacts heavily damaged them, but due to their immense armor only damaged one enough that it was in danger of sinking, while the other two were suffering large casualties and missing most of their turrets, which were all hit in the blasts, along with the airstrips.

Antalia Command Center

"Sir! Our men are dying in droves out there!" One of the Elite Military Daemons said angrily as he walked over to the Emperor and his newly appointed advisors, who were telling him what to do, "We can not expect our Sanscions to fire any nuclear weapons at the enemy base... That would only elevate the war to something that we can't begin to defend ourselves against!"

"Bah! Look at yourself Karvis, a proud Daemon begging to a child." One of the advisors said with a shrug as he looked at the young blonde haired Emperor sitting in the makeshift throne, "Once the POWs are all wiped out we will unconditionally surrender and turn over our government. All previous leaders of the old regime were taken care of awhile ago. Its either that or begin releasing our germ warfare."

"Bah... I suppose that should be alright... What about General Albeleo? He too has died correct?" The Daemon said quietly.

"Of course. If hes not dead yet the nuclear fall-out will finish him off in the next week. There will be no recue crews for the Brunhild."

"Heh... Alright then... If you insist. I want the pits closed off and completely concealed. I'll go inform the others of the plans. Good luck Emperor..." He said in a strictly sarcastic tone as he left the room.

On th battlefield

Someone at the back, at a very well-defended bunker, has pressed a button – and the musical loudspeakers on the many Allanean tanks, their trenches, and aboard the attacking vehicles blared at full volume, suppressing even the sound of battle. From the trenches, hundreds of strange, penguin-like beings rose, advancing slowly at the Antanjylians, who would by now understand – one hoped – that they were surrounded.

We may rust beneath inaction,
We may sink beneath disease
The summer sun may scorch us
Or the winter's blast may freeze,
But whatever may befall us,
We will let the commies see,
The unconquered we shall still remain
The Army of the Free!.
The Army of the Free!
Unconquered we shall remain
The Army of the Free!

From the other side, infantry and marines joined the fight, cavalry vehicles zipping through the Antanjylian forces, shooting at them with submachineguns, hacking with them with sabres just before they rejoined the sources. Behind the ranks, laser projectors beamed alive, projecting a huge symbol of the sky – a huge Allanean flag, blazoned against the sky in pure red, white, and blue. The Allaneans saw it, and rejoiced, cutting into the enemy ranks with shell, shot, blade and chainsaw, the song encouraging them – and hopefully frightiening the enemy.

Then hurrah for our division,
May it soon be called to go,
To add its strength to those who have
Advanced to meet the foe;
God bless it, for we know right well,
Wherever it may be,
'Twill never fail to honor our great
Army of the Free!
The Army of the Free,!
Twill never fail to honor our great
Army of the Free!

Every five minutes, the music would pause and the speakers bellowed out:

SOLDIERS OF ANTANJYL! IF YOU GIVE UP, YOU WILL BE SHOWN MERCY!
SOLDIERS OF ANTANJYL! IF YOU GIVE UP, YOU WILL BE SHOWN MERCY!
SOLDIERS OF ANTANJYL! IF YOU GIVE UP, YOU WILL BE SHOWN MERCY!


Then, the music would resume again.

Allanea, Hacker Corps Headquarters

“Sir, we have reprogrammed the sattelite as you asked.”

Commoder William Gygax nodded. “Very well. Tell the submarine people launch the ASAT weapons. We’re ready to rock and roll, here!”

“Transmitting requests, Sir!”

Aboard the Allanean submarine Michael Bandarik, all missile bays came alive, spraying eigh ASAT missiles at the Antanjylian television sattelite, locking on to it’s broadcast signal. One can hide an observation sattelite, but a broadcast sattelite is just as easy to hide as a 10,000-candela light on the open seas. At midnight. From the other submarines, equal amounts of ASAT missiles were launched, just in case, and requests were broadcasted to allied forces to do the same.

Once the Antanjyli government sattelite would be subdued – if it would be – an Allanean sattelite would kick in. It was programmed to take the place of the Antanjylian government sattelite immediately as it’s broadcasts ceased.

It would reach out to Earth, grab a .WMV file from a computer on President Klotchkovsky’s desk, and begin broadcasting it to the Antanjylians – to anybody who had the television on a government channel.

The broadcast was simple enough. It contained the image of the Allanean President, speaking, with subtitles in Antanjylian and Japanese. He spoke, and images would appear on the screen.

Dear friends! Citizens of Antanjyl! You know that we started the war with your nation, alleging that your government has been operating on a basis of slavery. Today we show you what is it that happened to the slaves – why you are not seeing them around anymore.

The camera would flick to the pictures sent over by the Allaenan agent – showing slaves being led into the tunnels, killed, and ground into meat.

This is what happened to the slaves. Your government minced them up, made them into pate, and gave them out to you as food. This is the red meat you are eating now. It is human flesh.

More pictures, illustrations, explaining how this was true.

As I speak, your government has directed missile fire at POW camps were we have put those of you bright enough to surrender.

More pictures came, of POW’s living in the camps and of their condition there – of the treatment, goods, and care they received – and the missiles streaming out towards the camp.

Your government had killed, in this war, twelve million, five thousand Antanjyli at the most conservative estimate. We have killed sixy thousand troops, of those who were attacking this POW camp, and taken two hundred twenty thousand prisoner – you saw how they lived. We did not torture them, make them work for us, and certainly did not mince them up and make their loved ones eat their flesh.

Now, tell me…

Who is your enemy? Who should you be fighting?

OOC: You do know there there are over 300,000 soldiers there or on their way to battle still correct? Ah well I suppose its about time to end this war. Technically the state from life to food is done within the span of a few seconds though. Well whatever is left of the POW camp is probably flattened now, though you managed to move so many of them under the shelling it must have been pretty spaced out. IC:

Allanean Battlefront

The soldiers continued to fight on the battlefield as they were cut down in droves, the elite military opening fire with anything from assault rifles and machine guns from the Agency and normal Army which was now just coming into the battle, to the specialised anti-vehicular weaponry, which was now aimed at any vehicle from which the noise was being sent from. The bullets whizzed forward in literal walls as the Allaneans moved over the trenches used to prevent their vehicles from moving forward, many being ripped down as others opened fire on the strange penguin-like creatures reported from the original survivors of Kinshash.

"Keep fighting!!!" An officer attempted to shout over the speakers as he rushed behind an Allanean, withdrew a sword and quickly thrust it threw him.

The battle was the epitome of chaos as the vehicles rolled over Allaneans and any Antanjylians who got in the way, as blood smeared everyone. Overhead, a missfired rocket from one of Antanjyl's rocket-tanks slammed forward into the trenches, sending body-parts and metal flying nearly fifty feet in the air.

The POW camp was now receiving the brunt of the remaining rockets, as a new order from the tunnels came through to finish things up quickly. Thus, in a single second they all fired in unisen, depleting the last of their munitions on the base. In under five minutes over six thousand rockets were fired, and with the assured destruction of most of the troops and buildings there they hastily made a retreat, backed up by light tanks.


Antanjyl Underground Cities

It was easy to tell what the Allaneans were doing, and as soon as they began to speak thousands of screens were shut off in the public viewing sectors of the nation's bunker cities. The few that couldn't were quickly written off as either propaganda or something else entirely by the soldiers. Most of the citizens listened, though a few had their doubts, in the end it wouldn't matter however...


Antalia Command Bunker

"So are we sure the traitors are probably all dead?" One of the advisors whispered as the young Emperor walked over in front of the set-up camera, "Hmm... Good... We only need most of them dead. The POW camp wasn't that big, the thousands of missiles obviously cut it down to size. I doubt they will be able to interrupt our progress."

"Alright Emperor Ares. You're on in five... four... three... two..."


Official Message to Antanjyl and Scandavian States Coalition

The young Emperor looked down at a piece of paper and began to speak as a microphone was placed in front of him, "I Emperor Ares surrender unconditionally to your allies and will abolish our current..." He continued reading, staring off camera for a second before continuing, "Government in place of a republic. It has come to my attention that any Empire without our beloved Emperor Galf is not an Empire worth living in, and thus I and the remaining staff quit our mandated jobs and will allow the Antanjylian people to rule."

Two armed Daemons walked forward and pulled the young child away from the camera as an older looking gentleman sat in his seat and coughed a bit.

"Greetings, I am Daemon Kares. As of today, the fifth of Agua a republic will be formed under a vote by the people of Antanjyl. We are expecting elections to begin within five months despite the reconstruction process... We inform all soldiers to lay down your weaponry and return to Antalia to be reassigned, or to surrender to the nearest allied forces. Failure to do so wi-"

The message continued from there as he began to speak of how most of the military will be cut back and the allies will be allowed to stay untill the first election is over with. The cameras then shut off followed by a deep silence.

OOC: There are reasons that the casualties between the POW’s should be low, namely, my use of the Nautilus anti-missile systems, my shelter systems, my nuclear AA devices, and the evacuation of the POW’s. Would a figure of 20,000 dead POW’s be okay? And should we do a separate thread on occupation-era Antanjyl and the run-up to the elections?

IC:

Two days after the Antanjyli surrender

General North stared in disbelief at the hundreds – then thousands – then hundreds of thousands of Antanjylian troops that were lead back into the Allanean camps. There, they were treated the same as the POW’s arriving earlier.

From the moment of the surrender announcement, Allaneans had set themselves doing work of construction where they were earlier doing work of destruction. The train tunnels were being reopened, and trucks were run through them and to the Antanjylian cities, bringing food and medical supplies – as well as Allanean teachers to explain to the citizens the same things as they earlier were explaining to the Antanjyli POW’s.

As per the POW’s, it was declared they would be kept in the camps in Allanea for the initial period of reconstruction – simply because the study courses they underwent were not yet complete. They were promised, however, that they would be released in a few months once the proverbial dust settled, and allowed to write to their families.

Aircraft flew over the mountains as well, droppinng out leaflets with photographs - the same fateful photographs that Knizhny paid for with his life. Each and every city was blanketed with them.

In the meanwhile, General North sent the new Emperor a message.

Dear Sir!

As of now, we consider ourselves to be at ceasefire with your military. However, you have yet to comply with our reasonable demands, and are in fact blocking our broadcasts. Once those demands are met, and you yourself personally renumerated (as you will be, generously), I trust we can get on the road to peace.

OOC: We more than likely won't allow our surrendering soldiers to be taken to Allanea for, what most of the remaining structure of the government considers, the possibility of brainwashing. Psh now we need to clean up the mountains from all that litter being made... Not to mention all the children randomly picking up gratuitously violent photographs. Oh and you do know you put Allanean Surrender? :D

Plus the Temporary Emperor is only eleven or so. Once everyone responds on if they have indeed stopped attacking I'll make another post. IC:

Official Message to Allanea

Unfortunately the current Emperor has been dismissed and sent to live with the old Emperor's servants untill we can place him somewhere. Being as we have no leadership, we will let your allies and yourself go through your earlier statement, and find that they agree with all things mentioned by your people previous to the war. However, being as I am the current voice of reason among my people I must ask of you a few things...


We will need our Agency members back by the end of the month to help reconstruct Antalia, along with policing the blocked off portions of the nation. They will also be needed to clean up the destroyed naval fleet along with the massive amounts of leaflets being dropped over the city, which brings me to the next article.

That you stop tossing leaflets out of those planes, as they are causing numerous complaints from citizens there, especially due to the rather large population of children currently living in Antanjyl. The last thing they need to look at when they're outside playing are those types of pictures. I am sure a nation such as yourself could have found a more discreet means of getting those to the adult population.

We also have numerous other things that we are unable to undertake, namely that homeschooling would be insane with the largely uneducated population. It would be irresponsible for the sake of the children to allow something like this, as more than likely they will be forced to work.

Regardless, I have no say in the matter and will leave all such things up to your allies.

Sincerely,
Azarin Black

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1. Antanjyl will recognise the right of every sentient to freedom of speech and religion. It will thus end all persecution on a religious or political basis.
2. Antanjyl will recognise the right of every sentient to a fair and open trial by jury.
3. Antanjyl will recognise the right of every sentient to liberty. As such, all slaves in Antanjyl will be immediately freed. Antanjyl will also end the military draft.
4. Antanjyl will establish a representative constitutional republic, and hold it’s first elections within 18 months from signing of those proposals.
5. Antanjyl will recognise the right of every sentient to be secure from unreasonable search and seizure, and to hold private property. As such, it will immediately begin measures for transition to a capitalist economy.
6. Antanjyl will immediately act to disarm 75% of it’s ground forces. All weapons in their posesssion must be turned over to former slaves and religious dissidents, or sold on the open market at cost..
7. The enumeration of certain rights in this treaty will not be construed ro deny or disparage others retained by the people.
8. Antanjyl will legalize homeschooling, private schooling, parochial schooling, and all alternate forms of education. It will act within 60 days to privatise at least %25 of it's education system.
9. Antanjyl will act within 60 days to privatise at least %25 of it’s railroad industry.
10. Antanjyl will allow Allanean, Scandavian, Ommzian, and Greater Prussian observers into the nation to guarantee fair elections and the compliance with all demands,
11. If those terms are not complied with, all government institutions, power plants, military infrastructure and air travel facilities, as well as all government-owned media centers, will be burned to the ground and the government officials in charge of them killed. However, at any time, the people of Antanjyl are free to comply and cease the hostilities. In this case, the United States of Allanea will pay for the reconstruction of the nation – in addition to the many benefits Antanjylians will receive from compliance itself.

Official Response of the United States Government

1. It is unfortunate that the children of Antanjyli citizens had to be exposed to this gratuitous violence. Perhaps you could have avoided it if you had overthrown your government before it has commited it, rather then after.
2. It has often happened that uneducated families have homeschooled children with great success, by purchasing or receiving specialized material for this purpose. No homeschooled child ever has a parent skilled in ALL sciences, and yet homeschooling works very well. Further, we are not asking you to FORCE parents to homeschool children, merely to provide frameworks where they have a choice.
3. We will not at present release the soldiers/agency members, both because it has not yet been determined which of them have been guilty of war crimes, and because the peace agreement as offered by the United States and its allies has not yet been signed. Thus, our nations are still legally at war.
4. As of now, the 200,000 Allanean troops in your nation are being redeployed to both aid in the reconstruction efforts and to explain, to the private individuals they encounter, the advantages of the peace treaty. Salvation Army, Allanean Red Cross, Hevra Kadisha, and Boy Scout Corps personnel are already on their way.
5. CREST [Civil Rights Enforcement and Soliciting Team] officers will be deployed in-country within four weeks, to root out and bring to trial those responsible for the massacres under Antalia.
6. As I speak, representatives of Allanean Internet companies are en route to provide those of your people who are willing with faster bandwidth.
7. If you agree to the treaty, the US government will personally richly renumerate you.

Official Message to the Governments of Derscon, Scandavian States, and Psychotic Psychos

While we are making progress, your help is needed. Please message the Antanjyl government, stressing your support of our peace treaty and all its terms.

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In the meanwhile, the Allanean teams on mountain passes Antalia were doing some major – though strange – work. They were building, for the first time in Antanjyl history, a road for automobiles to Antalia. What was the sense of that.? Only Allaneans would know.

The dormatories within 511 LaFarge condemn the attacks on civilians, civilian ships, merchant ships, hospital ships and any attack on aid workers.

Attacking these people does not help your cause and results in the deaths of countless innocent. I ask that military targets in the future are more wisely chosen.

-Commodore LaFarge

The dormatories within 511 LaFarge condemn the attacks on civilians, civilian ships, merchant ships, hospital ships and any attack on aid workers.

Attacking these people does not help your cause and results in the deaths of countless innocent. I ask that military targets in the future are more wisely chosen.

-Commodore LaFarge

Welcome to war my friend. We don't buy that stuff. We attack what's there to end the job.

I'm going to do this post in two time frames; my bombers trying to escape and the allied response to a cease fire, and then two days later. That said:

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Bomber: ZEB-52H1...

The bomber had released its payload already, but now it had to get out of the area. As it circled back, a flak shell caught it in the right wing, punching several ragged holes in the skin. Another burst next to the tail, destroying half of it and the left stabalizer. Smoking and slewing, the bomber made it out over the ocean safely. Some of it's wingmen didn't make it though. As one bomber's bays came open, an AA rocket got a lucky hit and slammed into the bomb bay. The blast illuminating the mountains for a few miles. Others were caught in clouds of flak and were chewed to shreds. Their self-detonation devices destroying them before they crashed. In all, 18 were lost over Antanjyl.
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ICS Honor's Bridge....

Things on the bridge of the massive superdreadnaught were getting frantic. The launch of fighters had been detected, and the ship was getting ready to fire AA missiles in defense. All this was on top of the continuous boom of the 30" cannons. Suddenly, Emperor Ares's speach was displayed on all monitors of the ship (central control from Homeland). "SHUT UP!! SHUT UP!!!," roared the admiral. At the conclusion, a great cheer went up around the bridge. Even Yamamoto, an old sea dog and not prone to showing emotion joined in a little. The speech had even been broadcast to the bombers on their return flight to Allanea. Then, Yamamoto realized he was in the middle of only his second space out ever, "shit, shit!!! CEASE FIRE, CEASE FIRE!!!!" He had left the guns firing, but the error was resolved, so no harm done.
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On shore, the marines were making one last stand. There front was not the main one, but they still had some action. The men got the news over their headsets at about the same time the enemy did, and both sides stopped firing at roughly the same time. One soldier didn't like the idea of a cease fire, but his gun arm was swiftly cut off by his commanding officer.
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Two Days Later....

*OFFICIAL IMPERIAL RESPONSE*

Again, the podium stood at the center of an elaborate stage, reporters swarming in front of it. They had heard something massively good had happened, even rumor of surrender. Their murmuring quieted as the shogun strode out on stage.

"Good evening ladies and gentlemen of Pschycotic Pschycos. I would like to first thank you for the sacrifices you've had to make in supporting a war-time economy these last few days. But tonight, it gives me great pleasure to address you. Roughly two days ago, the government of Antanjyl, responsible for slavery and genocide, surrendered unconditionally to allied forces in the area."

A great hushed whisper of excitment cut through the crowd.

We have agreed to its terms, and our forces have stopped fighting. The responsible parties in the government are confirmed dead or disposed, and the government resolved. In its place will be a democracy. Our ally, Allanea, will be in charge of helping to reconstruct the nation, and we shall help. I have ordered a small carrier squadron from the 7th Fleet to stay on base there, and have ordered 10,000 troops in to assist in reconstruction. I have also pleged 20 billion dollars to help rebuild. The rest of our sailors and marines...will be home in two days' time! Thank you, and goodnight."

As he left the stage, a great roar and cheer went up around the room, and indeed the country.

Estate of Former Minister Aziz Afnan
The Agent recieved a new set of orders through the Command Relay;
The Emperor of Antanjyl has surrendered to the Allied blockade on them..Do not begin a conflict which we cannot win...Send a battalion of Capitol Police to Antanjyl for peacekeeping purposes..Also, Panther Brigade shall be sent into Antanjyl to sabotage Allied powers..

The Agent nodded to himself and opened a secured communication to the Capitol Police Breeding Facility..He said in the Kraven battle language,
"Panther Brigade is to send a squadron to Antanjyl, along with the 2nd Battalion, the Battalion is to secure an area and begin building a base, and the Panther Brigade is to sabotage enemy movements.."

He recieved through the other end of the communication,

"Yes."

Official Statement of the Slave State

We are going to deploy a battalion of our peacekeepers to our ally Antanjyl's state immediately. We will not attack forces allied to Allanea unless fired upon. We will only be involved in peacekeeping operations, however if we are fired upon by any of the Allies, we will take it as a declaration of war and respond accordingly..

Agent


Capitol Police Breeding Facility, Whyatican Badlands

Thousands of assault VTOLs descended from the skies, picking up fifty Capitol Police apiece, and immediately flying off to the Fort Nassei, which was now a Kriegsmarine base post-Kravenization.

They boarded assault ships, beasts of metal redesigned to carry 10 thousand soldiers each, and after thirty-six hours, the fleet was ready; 180 ships which had been recalled from breaking the Antanjylian blockade immediately set out again, this time with 220 extra escort ships for extra protection in case of an Allied attack...

They set off to Antanjyl, and would arrive in several days...

OOC: Don't try sabatoging anything. If you are discovered to be behind it, the reprecutions will be disastrous. We're working toward rebuilding the nation and it's people. Don't screw it up.

Official Notice of the Allanean Government

We request that the Whyaticans immediately turn back their craft. We are warning you on behalf of all allied forces to turn your ships away. You do not want your soldiers to die in vain.

OOC: Yes. Also note that Kraven Corporation has a pretty... Insanely sociopathic view from foreigners. It would probably go better if you don't be too overt about who you are when there are massive amounts of soldiers still there. Plus if you do sabotage them thats just more incentive for them to remain there. I will link to the first election in awhile. IC:

Antanjyl Rebuilding; Two Months Later...

All over the nation plans were underway to finally finish the nation, as the new personnel in charge of the government were rather generous when describing the cities to be built. Instead of the slums which were previously located in Kinshash and Antalia, they expected high-rises to be built, to house more people than the shanty towns there previously. There were also government plans to build more cities to house Antanjyl's clogged population, along with a few other things.

The Capital in particular was being heavily rebuilt, with a new, albeit smaller palace built to hold the new government, which would be elected soon. The people themselves were being flooded back in, and were assisting in the reconstruction. In fact, almost everything seemed to be running like clockwork, almost eerily so, as if the previous war had not even happened...

The tunnels were rebuilt as well, along with numerous other facilities for the burgeoning newly planned government. Beyond that, darker things were happening, as figures moved about the Pits in meetings, and in a matter of days the first of the spokespeople for the literally hundreds of candidates would begin appearing on television.

OOC: Polls are open! http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=466460

OOC: My definition of "Sabotage" and everyone else's definition is slightly lacking at this point..I won't be physically attacking and killing the Allied soldiers..That's all the hint I'll give you..

edit: I'll keep my naval fleet 600nm off of Antanjyl, if that pleases everyone else

IC post to come

In the meanwhile, Allaneans were continuing their reconstruction efforts. They have built – sometimes blasted – basic overland roads to link the main Antanjyli cities. They were rather basic, but they were roads, build for automobiles. Some of the tunnels were also converted for use with those roads – and ultra-cheap copies of old Soviet cars, Zaporozhetz and GAZ-69 autos were being brought in and sold to locals at cost. The reasoning? To turn Antanjyl into a car-using nation.

In the meanwhile, a batch of 20,000 POW’s – those judged to have best completed their study program – in other words, the best brainwashed ones – were released into Antanjyl.

The Allaneans also had a more interesting program. They had used government and private loans to found not one, but three port cities where Kinshash used to stand, using all sorts of ways to lure Antanjyli to come live and work there. The reason for this was not known.

Official Message to the Antanjyl Government

You will notice that allied nations have voiced their support of our proposed treaty.

OOC: So I take it all of the allies in total are accepting of the treaty that Allanea originally proposed?

OOC: Yes, it seems so. I spoke to 'em all via AiM, and I believe that some have even posted their assent. Only Omzz222 has not been contacted by me in any way. Consider yourself under international pressure.:)

OOC: Alright. Well just have Scandavian reply IC and have Derscon return my political prisoners or at least post killing them. ;)

OOC: Yeah, I accept. We'll have to wait for Scandinavia. Derscon's having some Comp. problems, so I don't know when he'll be back.

Lord Godfrey was walking through the battle damaged country having barely escaped from a bunker in the Antanjyl mountains. As he wondered through he had spotted in the distance a number of vehicles, but he was not either able to identify them or communicate with them in any way. So Godfrey continued onwards trying to find some way out of Antanjyl, until….

As for the Scandinvain mercenaries most of them were either dead or had fled into the mountains and were lost. The remaining Scandinvain mercenaries had tried to hide amongst the local population or had made secret lodgings in caves or ruins hoping to make a bid to return to their homes by ship. Yet quite a few of them were willing t join in supporting in ushering in the new nation.

"Ah... I've been looking for you..." An Agent in a red uniform(Kaus Debonair) said quietly as him and some other agents in white stumbled out of some brush. Their uniforms were clean, which meant that they weren't some of the few rebels left over, "Unfortunately the Emperor is currently... dead... But he instructed some of our remaining soldiers to plan for this. We've given in to the Republican Government I suppose, but seeing as the war is over..."

The man clapped his hands as the other agents walked forward with a briefcase and slowly opened it, revealing a rather generous portion of money. Kaus then turned a bit and smiled, pointing Eastward rather weakly, as if this entire thing had just been a show.

"You should find more than enough money in the briefcase to make this trip worthwhile..." Kaus said with a smirk, "Follow the mountains Eastward... The remaining portions of our military can send you home. May the Gods protect you. I'll escort you the rest of the way with the vehicles behind me. If any of your men wish to stay behind and clean up Antanjyl, they are more than welcome to."

With that, Kaus Debonair whistled into the distance as the jeeps from before slowly approached from the distance. The black unmarked vehicles then came to a stop as the doors were opened by the same well-dressed Agency members from before. There was something strange in Kaux Debonair's appearance though, as if something were troubling him.

"Eh... I'll escort you half way. Tell your father that I give him my thanks."

OOC: Don't touch my base. Touching my base = n00ks. You have been warned.

OOC: Yeah, my computer is screwed up, and due to other real-life things, I can't get on except evenings real late. Basically, I'm not gonna do much unless I have to. I'm not going to overtly attack anyone anymore, I ask you do the same to me. It's really not exactly fair, as I can't be on to respond to you. And while if it's IC not fair, by all means, do it, but this is my OOC inability to respond, so as Role-player to Role-player, let's not attack me, and I you, as I simply won't be able to respond.

And for the last time, I NEVER USED EMP!

And yes, this post sucks. I haven't RPed in about a week and a half, and this is something I need to do often. You'll have to forgive me.

Oh, and since you asked -- foreign visitors must apply for a travel visa from the Dersconi Embassy. Since you don't HAVE a Dersconi Embassy, no peopel from your nation can visit us. Oh, and we do NOT honour international law, extradition, or diplomatic immunity. Ever.

A Not-Very-Hyped Press Release

The Tsar is overjoyed that the Antanjyl people have chosen peace and freedom over tyranny, opression, and false religion. May the Lord bring prosperity and peace to you forever.

Also, the foreign minister has been tried in a Dersconi court of law for crimes against humanity, conspiracy to assassinate the Tsar, and genocide. While the punishment for all of these is death, the Court has decided that he will spend at least twenty years in a Forced Labour Camp of Strict Regime in the Kolyma regions of Northern Derscon.

The General's fate, however, has not yet been decided.

May God Bless Derscon, the new Antanjylian government, the allied forces, and the Greater Prussian Empire

Jefferson-City, Allanea, six months after the war ends

The Antanjyl conflict was over. The Slave State of Antanjyl was converting rapidly into a democracy. The once-proud Antanjylian Army was spending time in oversized POW camps all over Allanea – literally millions of prisoners filled the camps, being slowly released into their home country as they completed their 'study programs' in Antanjyl. But throughout Allanea, many were discontent.

One of those people was Senator Joshua Kimblich (R-Allanean Virginia). On one nice day, he decided to call the Department of Defense and do something new.

“Hey Jake. It's me, Josh. I know you guys are having funding problems.”

“Yes, Josh. You think you can help? You guys have been in the opposition for years.”

“We can. The elections are near, Klotchkovsky must do something to look moderate, and the way people feel now about military expansion, we could use a bigger Army budget... but I think there's a coupla things you can do to make this happen. You guys need better PR, you know.”

“So, what can we do?”

“Get a pen. Write it all down.”

* * * * * *

Ten days later, it began. First, five hundred thousand Antanjylian POW's, the biggest batch yet – chosen as the most thoroughly 'educated' at the camps, those who quoted Jefferson and Paine and Kazansky by heart – were released in Antanjyl. Each was given back his weapon and uniform, and then they were sent home.

But, legally, Antanjyl and Allanea were still at home. So, military operation resumed – even though, technically, there was no reason to continue them.

CREST units deployed secretly throughout Antanjyl. Plainclothes officers walked the nation, just as the new automobile roads were built and the new harbors were built. They sought out Agency members connected with the former regime – and they marked down everyone connected with slavery.

In five days from that date, the Allanean Central Intelligence Agency took action. Legally, they were supposed to be given a trial – but the ACIA did not bother with such formalities.

The Agency members began to die.

Shot down by men in unfamiliar, black uniforms, using Antanjyl-made weapons, dying in their beds next to their wives who were screaming in horror as it happened, dying in the houses of prayer as sniper's bullet's cut them down among their neighbors and friends – the former slavers would pay the price.

Lord Godfrey looked around and then said,” I lead an assault of my few soldiers I was able to gather in order to fight against the invaders, but they were all killed save me yet in the end we were able to attaint the information that I wanted. As for my army they are a few hundred left that will be willing to fight alongside you or support in any they can. As well I know of a large stash of gold and gems that my soldiers brought from our home land.”

He took out a map and letter that would give Kaus Debonair authority over the Scandinvan soldiers. Then he said,” Take this as a reward for helping me, but I wish to stay and fight against those who would dare to assail your nation’s right against self-governing.”

OOC: Allanea, you're essentially going to be killing Millions of people if you look for anyone remotely related to the Slave Trade.

IC:

Kaus Debonair shrugged, staring at the map painfully, "Theres no use... However... I will use these mercenaries at a later date, rest assured. For now though you must leave. I don't want to lead these men to their deaths as of yet. Already there are talk of thousands of murders taking place... Sources point to the allies, as nothing like this has ever happened before. For your own safety and a promise Galf made to your father, I cannot allow you to be harmed."

Kaus turned and rolled the map into his pocket, scratching the back of his neck. The fact that so many men and women connected to the slave market were dying meant that there had been a leak in the previous administration. The fact that Kaus was a member of the Slave Market at one time was actually equally frightening to him...

"You are a very brave man. However, I know for a fact that to attack while the enemy is still so plentiful would be suicide... I know of some caves I will keep these men in. You can come if you'd like, but I would prefer if you leave. The barbarians are slowly closing in, and no amount of loyal intentions can stop them."

Godfrey sighed and then said,” I am a Valgardian so I am honored bound to help in any way to those who I have proclaimed as friends, and so I shall. As a descendent of the emperors I do have the power to grant the protection of my house if you need. So I hereby grant you the title of friend and ally of the House of Emperor. If you ever need a place of protection or place of rest you token to ask any Scandinvian citizen or noble for a place to stay and they will provide you or any of your family.”

He took out a pure gold token that was imbedded with diamond runes and then he said,” Show this to them as proof of your friendship to the House of the Emperors if you need to. As well this will give you authority over the mercenaries as they will recognize as a sign of authority given to you by me. Yet, I know I must leave and I will follow your instruction of how to leave this country and as for money I have plenty of my own.”

"I thank you." Kaus Debonair said calmly as he quickly took the token and stashed it in one of the pockets of his vest, "May your journey be prosperous... There is one final thing I must do before I take the offer on being protected by your people. Your mercenaries will be more than helpful with this. Let it be known that I will forever be in your debt for this."

Lord Godfrey bowed in gratitude and said, I shall remember it well. As for the journey let us begin it before the Allies seek to stop us. Thankfully I have access to a satellite through my sources in my home land. That should give us an upper edge as where the Allies forces are and weather or not to seek a different route out of the country if it comes to that. When we are safely out of the country you are more then welcome to return with my home land as the Emperor has granted you a special honor for your help in protecting me.”

OOC: Only the main operatives involved, possibly several hundreds people, not more. It's simply impossible for me to kill more then that.