NationStates Jolt Archive

Spit break, stay out of this one.

Introduction
Luxoria - The name connotates luxury, wealth, beauty, antiquity. Yet Luxoria has little of those, and soon will have even less. For the nation of Luxoria is about to undergo a massive war, unlike any other...

New Bonstock, Luxoria, 8:31 PM


The great king, King Harold Luxor IV of Luxoria, stood at the podium, in front of a screaming crowd of fifty-thousand people. Sitting in Aryixa Memorial Stadium, he began to speak in a booming but gentle voice.

"People of Great Luxoria, it is I, your King! I come bringing great news of progress in our mighty nation! Our noble workers have discovered great quantities of wealth in the northern mountains, which has made our nation wealthy beyond imagination! We have put this great material wealth to a greater purpose. Our schools, industry, and environment will benefit from this huge find. Behold, a new era of peace in prosperity in the Luxoria homeland!"

He outstretched his aged arms. He was slightly fat, but looked very warm and friendly. The crowd roared even louder, and the King smiled. It was moments like these that made him proud to be the guardian and protector of his subjects. Then, two of his guards got up, and approached him. The King turned just to see a syringe enter his neck. Then, from the dark recesses of the stadium, approached a dark figure. Baron Ludwig von Lancastle, the king's highest advisor, looked through his box seat. A loyalist threw a piece of food at his guards, and soon the crowd emerged in chaos. He gave a dark, merciless look to the crowd, and then stepped back and looked at the guards.

"Kill them all."

The screams and the innocent filled the night air.


East Corinth Mine No. 19


The sounds of death were soon replaced by the sounds of work. Drilling and blasting dominated one's ears, as sweaty miner paced back in forth, blackened by the dark earth around them. A young man, with mousy hair, only twenty or so, moved out, carrying a small drill bit to one of the men there. Then, an urgent looking man ran to the youth, panting as he tried to get his words out.

"Prince...your...father...please...come!"

The youth's happy face was replaced with concern, as he followed the messenger to a command center of the mine. Several hours later, he was being told of the occurrence in the stadium.

"All those people are dead?"

The aide replied softly, "There were no reported survivors, Prince Leonardo." The young man's face contorted with terror. "My father...is...dead?" The aide placed his hand on the Prince's shoulder. "I'm afraid so, your majesty." He looked up, a tear visible in his eye. He soon brushed it off, rising. "We must stop this man before he is allowed to complete his overthrow of the Royal Family. As the only heir to Luxoria, this is my duty." The aide turned to a map. "Our loyal forces report that installations at Fort Fergison, Fort Brawley Area 88, and Zonar Naval Base have either fallen or have defected to the rebel forces. They had much of the military's backing as well. Already West Corinth is under siege by the Baron's troops." The Prince sighed. "We must evacuate the cities population to the Lanser Isles; they'll be safe there until we can stop this mad struggle."

The aide then prepared to answer this order. "All military bases west of Lora have stopped responding to our orders as well. We have confirmed reports of Ft. Brawley falling to the rebel armored forces, but the others are unknown, however, we have received this message. He hit a button on the command console.

"Long live the Republic of Luxoria! We will prevail against the aristocratic scum! Long live liberty!"

The Prince was visibly shaken. "Our homeland is being torn asunder, my good friend. We must right this wrong at once." The aide was about to respond when a boom shook the center. "What in heavens name..." The pair rushed outside, and a nervous guard greeted them. "Brave comrades, we must get out, the city is being bombed!" As he said this, a shockwave knocked them off their feet, as bomb fell into the mine. The guard helped the two up, yelling "Please, before we all perish!" The Prince looked him straight in the eye. "No, we must help the miners out!" He ran towards the locker room, determined to rescue the trapped miners, followed reluctantly by his guards. The aide ran back into the control room, determined to find an available fighter squadron.

Meanwhile, bombs ripped through the heart of East Corinth, murdering innocent civilians in the thousands...

Royal Palace, New Bonstock

"My lord, our bombers have attacked the King's supporters in East Corinth, the mine where the Prince is was confirmed to be hit by four bombs and a BB-03 bunker busting munition. It is a shambles, and the heir is dead. That leaves you in control of the country."

The baron turned, revealing his scarred face. Over his left eye rested an eyepatch, and his right one stared cruely at his aide. "Servevus, send a message to the world, we may need allies in the times ahead of us."

"Right away, milord."

He walked to another window, looking out at New Bonstock. His followers roamed the streets, making sure the populace was loyal to him, the new king. He was to be a symbol of power and strength, unlike that weak fool Harold. He would feel the error of his ways soon, for he had been sent to the Halls of Pain, the Baron's secret torture chamber.The Baron smiled as he thought of the King's screaming face. He then sat down at his desk and composed a message.


From: King Lancastle I
To: The World


Greetings, nations of the world. I am King Lancastle I, of Luxoria. A mere hour ago, a combined terrorist attack claimed the lives of both King Harold Luxor IV and his son, Prince Leonardo Luxor. We are still struggling to find evidence of the perpetrators, and the nation requests aid from any nation willing to enter an alliance with Luxoria in it's time of need.

Thank you, and good night.


-End Transmission

---Imperial Palace---

Khonsu Izakabad was looking through his messages, when he found on e from Luxoria. "Terrorists?" he said. "Hmm... should we help these people, Advisor?"

"Well, we'd like to, but our Black Ops are busy at the moment."

"Ah. Tell them we're busy, but may be able to help in a couple months."

"Yes sir."

To: Luxoria

From: Pythogria

Re: Terrorist Help

Text:

Pythogria would like to assist with its Black Ops division in hunting down these terrorists, but we are currently busy. We may be able to help in the coming months.

"What do we know about Luxoria?" the Prime Minister of The Beltway, seated behind the Oval Office desk, asked upon hearing the Deputy Foreign Minister.

"It seems to be an absolute, but relatively benign, monarchy. We have little information about it, however..." replied Kostas Alexakis, trailing off. He had remained the Deputy Foreign Minister under the new administration. It had been a unanimous vote to reconfirm Alexakis; both Democrats and Republicans had been impressed by the man's work.

"However...what? I'd like to know anything you know about Luxoria, even rumors," the Prime Minister said.

"According to the sketchy details we have on the country, Luxoria has always been a monarchy - or, to be more accurate, two monarchies up until the King who just died took the throne of New Bonstock and married the reigning queen of the rival state of Jiladia. Also, there are rumors of pro-democracy movements being continually repressed by local authorities in Luxoria over the last ten years; however, the Foreign Ministry cannot confirm these rumors," Alexakis replied.

"Thank you. I suppose we don't need to get involved as yet?" the Prime Minister asked.

"No, not at this time. I'll draft a simple message of condolences, and keep you informed of more significant developments," Alexakis said, then left at the PM's nod.

Ray AFB, 9:52 PM

"Sir, we have calls from West Corinth, they are under attack from an unknown bomber force, and they need assistance." An officer on duty in the command room checked reports from Orion Intl. Airport. Indeed, five B-52H Stratofortresses had attacked the city, bombing nearby mines and the airport itself, killing many civilians. He responded. "Get Hawkeye, Vex and Squire in the air; put Weston and Hollywood on standby, we need to intercept these aircraft before they can complete their bombing runs. As he said that, three pilots scrambled from their locker room, running with full flight gear as an air raid siren resounded in their ears.

Reaching the first hanger, the watched as their EF-2000s were equipped with a load of older American-made missiles. Unlike their Baronic opponents, who had secretly imported loads of hardware before the coup, the remainder of the Royal Air Force had largely outdated equipment, with the exception of these EF-2000s and a few Rafale-Ms in the navy. They took off, pushing to supersonic velocities towards the embattled city. Along with five B-52Hs, the enemy also had brought along eight F-4s to protect them. No sooner were they over the battlefield when a missile lock was achieved on them. A four-ship formation of Phantoms streaked about ten thousand feet above them, releasing a barrage of Adder AAMs at them. The Eurofighter immediately broke formation, dispensing chaff and activating jammers in order to shake the missiles. Regardless, an Adder slammed into Vex's aircraft, detonating fuel and weapons, replacing the aircraft with a massive fireball. The EF-2000s returned fire, their own AIM-120 AMRAAMs destroying two of the Phantoms before they closed in on them.

They the proceeded to do a dance of death, two separate one on one battles going on above the flaming streets of West Corinth. Hawkeye managed to down one of the enemies with his internal cannon in a steep dive; his opponent crashing into a building below, killing the occupants inside, as his wing mate managed to evade the fourth F-4 long enough to terminate him with an AIM-9X. It was then that the other F-4s came in, opening up with their own long-range missiles. Squire's aircraft, hit twice, plummeted to the ground, his canopy blowing off and ejecting. Hawkeye was somewhat luckier, and was hit from a glancing blow from one of the Sidewinders. He attempted to limp back to base, but was fiercely pursued by two of the F-4s while the other two escorted the bombers back to Zonar Intl. Airport. Hawkeye then did the unthinkable. A small storm had manifested off the west coast, and he piloted his plane right into it. Unfortunately, his enemies got the better of him, and his aircraft was shot down over the sea before he could reach his supposedly safe haven. He floated to the surface on his chute, right into the churning sea. He prayed to God as he hit the ground.

Little did he know that his salvation lay two-hundred feet beneath the waves.

V.S.S. Sysco, fifty miles off Luxorian coastline

"Sir, SONAR ping on the surface."

The young sensors officer onboard the Archer IV missile submarine Sysco looked up at his commanding officer, and brought the ping up to the mointer. The officer looked carefully at it. "What is it, ensign?" The sensors officer replied, "It appears to be a man-sized object. It's floating on the surface." The CO walked over to his periscope, and yelled out, "Come to periscope depth!" Soon, the sub's ballast tanks changed their volume, and the periscope began to poke above the waves.

Hawkeye, or better yet, William Harris, his real name, scanned the horizon. His chances of being rescued out here in the middle of the storm while his nation was embroiled in a civil war ranked up with being abducted by aliens. It was this thought that scared him half to death when his eyes caught the Sysco's periscope poking above the blue. It centered on him, before it held it's position. Soon, he heard a communication in his still, receiving headset.

"Hold position, we are coming to your rescue."

He breathed a sigh of relief as a small miniature submarine broke the surface. A marine opened the hatch, pulling the wet pilot aboard. Hawkeye closed his eyes and blacked out. An hour later, he woke up, and was in a medical bay. An officer was standing at his bedside in the cramped room. He spoke up. "Where am I, and who are you?"

ChevyRocks, as your post flowed directly from Spit break's actions, it's been removed...

"Sir, we're monitoring a situation in Luxoria, it seems a rebellion of some sort has broken out and gained popular international support, the situation appears to be rapidly evolving," an advisor said.

"Really? Sounds interesting; send a fleet in to monitor the situation. Once we have a grip on what's going on we'll stage an intervention, but first I want to know what the political and military situation is," the man the advisor advised replied.

"Of course, sir; I'll send the Thirty-Ninth Fleet Battle Group, that should be enough to create a beach-head for re-inforcments," came the reply.

"Make it happen," the other man said, emphasizing the first and last words...

OOC: Altered old post to fit better with current story progression.

80,000 feet above Minot Testing Range...

It was highly unusual that both of the XCB-70F "motherships" were flying at the same time. Even more so, both were carrying the new Blackstar recon spaceplanes. To add to it, the chase planes were actual combat planes (F-40Cs), and the crews of the Blackstars were from the Republic Air Force, rather than test personnel. Well, all but the pilots at least. Robert Endelhoff was one of the pilots, the most experienced so far with the XSR-10A Blackstar.

So what was up? They were doing an actual mission today: photo-recon over and around Luxoria, several orbits, then coming back down. There had been major events coming out of Luxoria, apparently both the King and his son had been killed. Standard procedure after a major incident was photo-recon, just to see what was going on. The Air Force boys were all excited about the flight, and Bob would give them a hell of a ride; nothing like the current RF-40s, or even the new RB-70s.

Maximum speed and altitude for the motherships, time to launch. The engines started up, and the clamps released. Slowly, they accelerated up and away, eventually transitioning to scramjet operation and then switching to the rockets. Into space.

"Contact CENTCOM, we have achieved orbit, and ready to start."

Soon after, the two Blackstars were operating in a pair, trying to cover as much of Luxoria, in detail, as they could. They'd come around five more times, doing the same thing, then they'd put in to Minot.