Amazonian Beasts
12-03-2006, 03:20
OOC: This is the IC thread for the Malkyer invasion RP. See this thread for the OOC thread: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=472385
IC:
The wind blew cold across the harbors of the homeland, the flotillas of warships stood silent and drifting, tied to the harbor poles at the port city of Nova Oceana. Emperor Kyp Droma stood quietly, still, his hands at his side as he slowly scanned over the inactive battlefleet. The Dominion was a rising power, to be sure, but the war machine had been at rest at times, such as now. Droma hated inactivity...ever since the Federation's demise had been engineered, coinciding with the development of the Dominion, Emperor Droma had been driven on a path of conquest, to make Amazonian Beasts the next great superpower of the world. This mere derelict fleet was not an example of a prime military power...this was a disgrace.
Droma fretted for a minute. Standing outside his naval headquarters, he wanted a good war to set things right again. None of the covert things which had seemed to be a common norm, a good fight with soldiers and death...one to make the graves of soldiers long dead smile with joy. He stepped inside his HQ, where several of his fleet admirals were standing over a map of countries. Droma glanced over the map for a few seconds before speaking to the group of officers.
"Find me something to kill." was the Emperor's simple remark.
The fleet admirals glanced around for a minute, before one of them, Line Admiral Ulic Faramay, collected his words.
"We have no real reason to invade anyone, my Lord..."
"I don't care about reasons," spat Droma, "Conquest is the essence of power. We haven't done much conquest recently, have we? Is it any doubt that that is the sole reason we are frequently overlooked? Our domination should extend over more than simply our homeland and colonies. We need to hold others down. Suppression is certainly something that can be flexed over others. I want to suppress someone. Fabricate an excuse."
The admirals were slightly sweating at this point, glancing at each other nervously. The Emperor overlooked this small annoyance, he was no locked in to an invasion, and no one would defy him. A mere frigate captain then spoke up his ideas on the matter of invasion.
"Surely the prospect of invading without provocation will get us looked down upon by the international community, and possibly invaded, my lord?"
Droma had enough. He grabbed the other man by the neck and began shaking him vigorously.
"Do you think I care for the thoughts of others besides that of fear and subservience? Do not defy me, dog!"
Droma threw the captain to the floor, before he glanced up to the map again. His first glance fell upon a nation which had little connection to the Dominion, Malkyar.
"What nation is that, Admiral Faramay?" asked Droma quietly.
"Ma-Malkyar, my Lord."
"Tell me about it."
"It's not a nation which we have had much contact with. They have some colonies out and about."
"A vulnerable target, would you say?"
"Possibly, my Lord. They have a decent sized military."
"I think ours could take them down. Do you agree?"
"Of course, my Lord."
"I want it under my control. Find a reason to invade."
"We have little connec-" the Admiral's voice faltered under the Emperor's stare. "Of course my Lord. We have evidence they are harboring Dominion terrorist groups."
"Good. Issue them an ultimatum. Their unconditional surrender, or imminent invasion by Dominion military forces. Leave it open for the international community, I want everyone to know."
"It will be done, my Lord."
Droma stormed out of the Headquarters building, heading off to his personal helicopter. Sometimes dealing with subordinates could be so infuriating to the Emperor of the Dominion.
Back at Dominion Intelligence, a message was sent out on all channels to Malkyar, open to the International Community to hear. The ultimatum read as follows:
To the nation of Malkyar, from the Sovereign Dominion of Amazonian Beasts
Evidence has been found that the nation of Malkyar is harboring and providing for the Dominion terrorist organization Black Claw, responsible for several major attacks against high profiles and sights in the Dominion. This has been deemed unacceptable by Dominion command. Your nation has 48 hours to surrender to Dominion sovereignty and to provide the criminal group for public execution, or face imminent invasion from Dominion military forces.
The first move was drawn. The response was awaited.
IC:
The wind blew cold across the harbors of the homeland, the flotillas of warships stood silent and drifting, tied to the harbor poles at the port city of Nova Oceana. Emperor Kyp Droma stood quietly, still, his hands at his side as he slowly scanned over the inactive battlefleet. The Dominion was a rising power, to be sure, but the war machine had been at rest at times, such as now. Droma hated inactivity...ever since the Federation's demise had been engineered, coinciding with the development of the Dominion, Emperor Droma had been driven on a path of conquest, to make Amazonian Beasts the next great superpower of the world. This mere derelict fleet was not an example of a prime military power...this was a disgrace.
Droma fretted for a minute. Standing outside his naval headquarters, he wanted a good war to set things right again. None of the covert things which had seemed to be a common norm, a good fight with soldiers and death...one to make the graves of soldiers long dead smile with joy. He stepped inside his HQ, where several of his fleet admirals were standing over a map of countries. Droma glanced over the map for a few seconds before speaking to the group of officers.
"Find me something to kill." was the Emperor's simple remark.
The fleet admirals glanced around for a minute, before one of them, Line Admiral Ulic Faramay, collected his words.
"We have no real reason to invade anyone, my Lord..."
"I don't care about reasons," spat Droma, "Conquest is the essence of power. We haven't done much conquest recently, have we? Is it any doubt that that is the sole reason we are frequently overlooked? Our domination should extend over more than simply our homeland and colonies. We need to hold others down. Suppression is certainly something that can be flexed over others. I want to suppress someone. Fabricate an excuse."
The admirals were slightly sweating at this point, glancing at each other nervously. The Emperor overlooked this small annoyance, he was no locked in to an invasion, and no one would defy him. A mere frigate captain then spoke up his ideas on the matter of invasion.
"Surely the prospect of invading without provocation will get us looked down upon by the international community, and possibly invaded, my lord?"
Droma had enough. He grabbed the other man by the neck and began shaking him vigorously.
"Do you think I care for the thoughts of others besides that of fear and subservience? Do not defy me, dog!"
Droma threw the captain to the floor, before he glanced up to the map again. His first glance fell upon a nation which had little connection to the Dominion, Malkyar.
"What nation is that, Admiral Faramay?" asked Droma quietly.
"Ma-Malkyar, my Lord."
"Tell me about it."
"It's not a nation which we have had much contact with. They have some colonies out and about."
"A vulnerable target, would you say?"
"Possibly, my Lord. They have a decent sized military."
"I think ours could take them down. Do you agree?"
"Of course, my Lord."
"I want it under my control. Find a reason to invade."
"We have little connec-" the Admiral's voice faltered under the Emperor's stare. "Of course my Lord. We have evidence they are harboring Dominion terrorist groups."
"Good. Issue them an ultimatum. Their unconditional surrender, or imminent invasion by Dominion military forces. Leave it open for the international community, I want everyone to know."
"It will be done, my Lord."
Droma stormed out of the Headquarters building, heading off to his personal helicopter. Sometimes dealing with subordinates could be so infuriating to the Emperor of the Dominion.
Back at Dominion Intelligence, a message was sent out on all channels to Malkyar, open to the International Community to hear. The ultimatum read as follows:
To the nation of Malkyar, from the Sovereign Dominion of Amazonian Beasts
Evidence has been found that the nation of Malkyar is harboring and providing for the Dominion terrorist organization Black Claw, responsible for several major attacks against high profiles and sights in the Dominion. This has been deemed unacceptable by Dominion command. Your nation has 48 hours to surrender to Dominion sovereignty and to provide the criminal group for public execution, or face imminent invasion from Dominion military forces.
The first move was drawn. The response was awaited.