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Moantha City- Capital of Moantha

High Mediator Elect Josef Jasp stepped onto the platform. The supreme-court member, dressed in somber black, stepped forward. “Do you understand the terms under which you are placed?”

“I do.”

“Then repeat after me. I solemnly swear to serve the people of Moantha to the utmost of my ability. To place their well being above my own. To obey the law of the land, and above all, to obey the Moanthan constitution.”

Jasp repeated after him. The High Mediator Incumbent, Harold Steffan stepped forward, unpinning the medal that symbolized his position, and preparing to pin it on Jasp. He froze at the sound of a gunshot.

That General Greyson had chosen to attend the swearing-in was to be expected. He was, after all, the head of Moantha’s small military force, the Moanthan Fighting Corps. What was unexpected, on the other hand, was that he had brought a pistol, fired it into the air, and was now aiming it steadily at Harold Steffan.

“I wouldn’t do that I were you,” he said calmly. Throughout the crowd, men wearing large bulky coats shed them, revealing weaponry ranging from pistols to submachine guns to shotguns*. Two bodyguards pulled semi-automatic pistols from their holsters and stepped in front of Jasp. Another began hustling the dignitaries on the platform towards an armored limo. No one was ever sure who shot first. But after the first bullet flew, everyone with a gun opened fire. Steffan went down, and the Justice fell a few steps later, but the rest made it into the limousine which roared off.

Two of the bodyguards were dead, along with several of Greyson’s men. Greyson stepped up onto the platform, and picked up the medal. As television cameras rolled, he pinned the medal on his own chest.

“Ladies and Gentlemen of Moantha, do not be alarmed. This transaction of the government will be as peaceful as possible. I am doing this for your good. Moantha must be strong. Moantha must be able to defend ourselves. This is my goal. Once I have finished this goal, and once I have made sure it cannot be undone, I will step down, and I will allow democracy to return to Moantha. Until then, I hereby declare Moantha in a state of martial law, effective immediately. Any who attack the current government will be placed in holding facilities, until such time as democracy resumes. That is all.”
---Email---
To: Pythogria
From: Moantha
Subject: Coup
It has begun. We request assistance in maintaining order until such time as the transaction can be completed.
Millitary Governor Greyson
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MFC Secondary Millitary Base- South Moantha

Colonel Richardson watched the address until the shooting began. Then he turned to his second in command.

“It’s starting. Let’s move.”

“Are you sure about this, sir?”

“Aren’t you? I’m sure that I don’t want the rule of Moantha to be Might Makes Right. I’m sure I don’t want democracy to take a back seat to military strength. So are the rest of the men. If you’re having secondary thoughts…”

“No, sir!”

“Then let’s move out!”

“Yes, sir!”

---Email---
To: Pythogria:
From: Moantha
Subject: Sedition
Large portions of the south of Moantha have declared themselves independent from my rule. They are led by a Colonel Richardson, who was active leader in the recent KooleKoggle operations. Request assistance in bringing seditious territories back in line.
Millitary Governor Greyson

---Email---

To Pythogria:
From: The Rightful Government of Moantha
Subject: Amnesty:
This email is being sent from a helicopter en route to Pythogria. We are requesting amnesty from the rebel government under General Greyson. We leave the question to your conscience.
High Mediator Elect Jasp

OOC: With the KooleKogge situation effectively over, I decided this would be a good point to restart the thread.

The Supreme General recived the emails.

"Finally. Advisor, send our troops in. Maintain order, and put the nation under new rule. As for the other government... capture them."

"Yes sir."

---Message---

To: New Moanthan Government

From: Pythogria

Re: Coup

Text: Troops are en route to secure ordr and take the nation. It will be yours soon. We will capture the old government.

---End Message---

---Message---

To: Old Moanthan Government

From: Pythogria

Re: Amnesty


Text: You may land at Florernst City. Officials will meet you there.

---End Message---

The helicopter touched down at Florernst. Jasp stepped out, looking around for the officials he had been told would meet him.
***
Carl Maaschian had a pistol in his hand as his door was kicked in. He sat at his desk, which was as immaculate as ever, and pointed the pistol at Greyson with an unwavering hand.

Greyson held up his hands to show he was unarmed.

"So," asked Carl, "Which will it be? Am I going to be imprisoned for 'crimes against Moantha, or will your bully boys just put a bullet in my head?"

"Neither," said Greyson, "You're going to keep doing your job. I don't have anyone that can do it better."
***
"Colonel," said a young aide running up to Richardson, "We've just recieved word that Pythogria is moving to support Greyson."

"Damnit," snarled Richardson,

To: All Nations of the World
From: Colonel Richardson, head of millitary forces in South Moantha
Subject: Recognition
When Greyson siezed control of our country's government, the southern
region decided to break away that it could continue to exist as a democratic
nation. We ask the world to officially recognize us.

OOC: Now, to RP my troops coming in.

IC:

---On Board Pythogrian Transport, 1st Imperial Fleet---

The fleet sped across the ocea, with menacing grey clouds in the sky. Transpots were surrounded by two battleships, an aircraft carrier was in the middle, and cruisers, subs, and frigates surrounded them in rings.

The force being transported was:

-8 Infantry Divisions (8,000 men/women)

-6 Recon Divisions (6,000 Recon Vehicles)

-4 APC/IFV Divisions (4,000 APC/IFVs)

-3 Light Battle Tank Divisions (3,000 LBT's)

-2 Main Battle Tank Divisions (2,000 MBTs)

-1 Heavy Battle Tank Division (1,000 HBTs)

-3 Attack Helicopter Divisions (2,000 Helicopters)

-3 Carryall Divisions

-1 Heavy Carryall Division

The helicopter touched down at Florernst. Jasp stepped out, looking around for the officials he had been told would meet him.

To: All Nations of the World
From: Colonel Richardson, head of millitary forces in South Moantha
Subject: Recognition
When Greyson siezed control of our country's government, the southern
region decided to break away that it could continue to exist as a democratic
nation. We ask the world to officially recognize us.

---Florernst---

Six soldiers came up to Jasp, and handcuffed him and all of the other people on the helicopter.

They were told the following: "You will not be harmed. Pythogria is in support of this new government, and, once this ordeal is over, you will be allowd to go with no criminal record whatsoever."

---Imperial Palace---

"Hmm... Seems South Moantha's broken off..."

"Yes, sir. They want to exist "democratically"."

"Well, then, as for that... Crush them. D not harm civilians. We only want a new, more competent government in power. Not a regime. If this new Moanthan government is an opressor, tell me, and I shall deal with it."

"Yes sir."

OOC: Geez, overkill much?

IC: Greyson stood on the docks, awaiting the promised forces. Two large men carrying sub machine guns flanked him. Greyson himself had a pistol in a holster, and his hand rested on it. The transition had not been completely smooth. One attempt had already been made on his life, and he didn't even believe that one had been Richardson's work.

Richardson... was a problem, and not one he had forseen. It would be absolutely necessary to capture him. If he escaped he would continue the fight no matter how high the odds were stacked against him. Worse yet, if he were killed, he would be a martyr for his men and gods knew how many others would join the rebellion.

---Florernst---

Six soldiers came up to Jasp, and handcuffed him and all of the other people on the helicopter.

They were told the following: "You will not be harmed. Pythogria is in support of this new government, and, once this ordeal is over, you will be allowd to go with no criminal record whatsoever."

---Imperial Palace---

"Hmm... Seems South Moantha's broken off..."

"Yes, sir. They want to exist "democratically"."

"Well, then, as for that... Crush them. D not harm civilians. We only want a new, more competent government in power. Not a regime. If this new Moanthan government is an opressor, tell me, and I shall deal with it."

"Yes sir."

Jasp did not resist, realizing that he had been set up from the start, and as such had little chance of escape. But he did see scathingly, "So much for Amnesty."

OOC: Geez, overkill much?

IC: Greyson stood on the docks, awaiting the promised forces. Two large men carrying sub machine guns flanked him. Greyson himself had a pistol in a holster, and his hand rested on it. The transition had not been completely smooth. One attempt had already been made on his life, and he didn't even believe that one had been Richardson's work.

Richardson... was a problem, and not one he had forseen. It would be absolutely necessary to capture him. If he escaped he would continue the fight no matter how high the odds were stacked against him. Worse yet, if he were killed, he would be a martyr for his men and gods knew how many others would join the rebellion.

OOC: Hey, my doctrine is, "too much is better than too little". If you want I can reduce that.

IC:

The fleet came to the docks. They radioed them. "This is the First Imperial Pythogrian Fleet. Permission to dock."

OOC: Hey, my doctrine is, "too much is better than too little". If you want I can reduce that.

IC:

The fleet came to the docks. They radioed them. "This is the First Imperial Pythogrian Fleet. Permission to dock."

OOC: Nah, just saying.

IC: "Permission granted. Nice to have you boys here. Over."

Jasp did not resist, realizing that he had been set up from the start, and as such had little chance of escape. But he did see scathingly, "So much for Amnesty."

Jasp and the rest were placed in heated, clean, perfectly livable cells, and were diven food and water regularly.

OOC: Nah, just saying.

IC: "Permission granted. Nice to have you boys here. Over."

"Thanks. Docking."

The fleet of about 50 transports began the long, tedious process of unloading massive amounts of cargo. Helicopters flew off to airports first, and Carryalls helped with unloading. Tanks rolled off onto the docks first.

The Pythogrian commander approached Greyson, bowing plitely as is the Pythogrian custom. "So, where exactly do you need us?"

Greyson bowed back and said, "If you could leave a hundred men or so in the capital, to assist with peacekeeping forces, that would be greatly appreciated. But the heaviest fighting is going on about fifty miles south of here. Richardson and his men are putting up on hell of a fight."

Greyson bowed back and said, "If you could leave a hundred men or so in the capital, to assist with peacekeeping forces, that would be greatly appreciated. But the heaviest fighting is going on about fifty miles south of here. Richardson and his men are putting up on hell of a fight."

OOC: You're Moantha and Aeson?

IC:

"Very well. TROOPS!"

They looked up at him. "Our target lies mostly fifty miles south. Richardson is a rebel to this new government. We are to take down his forces and capture him. One infantry brigade will stay in Moantha City for peacekeeping."

"Sir, yes sir!" the troops replied.

Unloading began even faster.

"Now, I must ask..." the Pythogrian commander said to Greyson, "Wha hardware does Richardson have?"

"Sir, we have reports of a government coup in the nation of Moantha," said Picardo, head of the National and Foreign Affairs Department.

"I am sorry sir, but we are already at Cold War with the Gaurian Republic and dealing with troubles at the Vuhefillian States. We don't need to get involved with every despot that takes power," replied Rey Eduardo del San Acero.

"But your heighness, they have the support of Pythogria!"

Eduardo stopped walking. "What did you say?"

"Pythogria is asissting them in their coup. We have no idea why, but they are."

"That is impossible!" yelled Eduardo. "There is no reason that Pythogria would help such a cause." He thought for a moment and said, "I will meet with the leader of Pythogria and discuss this situation. There has to be a sound reason for this."


TO THE ESTEEMED LEADER OF PYTHOGRIA

It has come to our attention that you are supporting a coup in the nation of Moantha. We are aware that you would not support a coup unless it was for the good of the citizens of Moantha. With that said, I would like to meet with you and discuss the reason for this coup and perhaps we can even asisst. I thank you for your time.

Signed,
Rey Eduardo del San Acero

TO THE ESTEEMED LEADER OF PYTHOGRIA

It has come to our attention that you are supporting a coup in the nation of Moantha. We are aware that you would not support a coup unless it was for the good of the citizens of Moantha. With that said, I would like to meet with you and discuss the reason for this coup and perhaps we can even asisst. I thank you for your time.

Signed,
Rey Eduardo del San Acero

To: Edoniakistanbabweagua

From: Pythogria

Re: The Coup

Text:

Pythogria IS assisting Moantha itn it's coup. The democratic governmnet before this coup was, to say the least, very incompetent. The country was in danger. With no real military, why, any maniac with some AK-109s could destroy them. As General Greyson, the initiator of th coup, has pledged to reinstate a new, fair democracy once this is over, we have supported him with the hopes of a new, and more competent government.

Should he begin o opress the Moanthan populace, we will turn against him.

Signed,
Supreme General Khonsu Izakabad

OOC: You're Moantha and Aeson?

IC:

"Very well. TROOPS!"

They looked up at him. "Our target lies mostly fifty miles south. Richardson is a rebel to this new government. We are to take down his forces and capture him. One infantry brigade will stay in Moantha City for peacekeeping."

"Sir, yes sir!" the troops replied.

Unloading began even faster.

"Now, I must ask..." the Pythogrian commander said to Greyson, "Wha hardware does Richardson have?"

OOC: Yep. Two completely different government styles. That's the wonder of puppets. I just post on the wrong one sometimes.

IC: "Not much, we assume. Whatever weaponry he can get his hands on, probably nothing heavy. Certainly no armored vehicles or aircraft. He's a clever man though, so expect home-made explosives. The real question, and one we've been unable to answer so far, is how much the people there support him."

OOC: Yep. Two completely different government styles. That's the wonder of puppets. I just post on the wrong one sometimes.

IC: "Not much, we assume. Whatever weaponry he can get his hands on, probably nothing heavy. Certainly no armored vehicles or aircraft. He's a clever man though, so expect home-made explosives. The real question, and one we've been unable to answer so far, is how much the people there support him."

OOC: I knew there was a reason you weren't on so long.

IC:

"Ah. We've dealt with that kind of opponent before. So we'll most likely be dealing with Soviet-era things?"

"Some, yes. Probably you'll encounter the same mix of weaponry that the MFC was armed with before the coup. Everything from pistols through shotguns to some automatic weaponry."

"Some, yes. Probably you'll encounter the same mix of weaponry that the MFC was armed with before the coup. Everything from pistols through shotguns to some automatic weaponry."

"Shouldn't be a match then. Could I set up an HQ here?"

"Hmmm..." Eduardo was thinking as he read the statement made by Pythogria. "General Greyson has usurped power in the name of democracy. This sounds too familiar..."

"You aren't thinking about Emperor Cortés are you?" asked Picardo.

Everyone in the country knew him. He was the original ruler that usurped power peacefully years before the Edoniakistanbabweaguan War of Liberation that dethroned him and his corrupt despotism. They knew of the consequences of a peaceful coup. They had fought the despot that claimed to be their savior.

"I am not very sure about General Greyson, but I do trust Supreme General Khonsu Izakabad. Send him a message stating that we will asisst until it is no longer necessary for our presence to be there. Once General Greyson shows any signs of not giving up authority, we will be forced to pull out."

"Yes sir," said Picardo.

Secret IC

TO THE ESTEEMED LEADER OF PYTHOGRIA


I will be honored in sending some troops to maintain peace until democracy can be restored in Moantha. If, however, General Greyson doesn't pull out of power when democracy is restored, we will be forced to pull out and if he provides a threat to our nation, we will eliminate him. But we trust in your judgement.

Signed,
Rey Eduardo del San Acero

TO THE ESTEEMED LEADER OF PYTHOGRIA


I will be honored in sending some troops to maintain peace until democracy can be restored in Moantha. If, however, General Greyson doesn't pull out of power when democracy is restored, we will be forced to pull out and if he provides a threat to our nation, we will eliminate him. But we trust in your judgement.

Signed,
Rey Eduardo del San Acero

To: Edoniakistanbabweagua

From: Pythogria

Re: Coup

Text:

We thank you for your assistance in this matter. However, should he not give up power, we will oppose and perhaps eliminate him. We thank you for your trust.

Signed,
Supreme General khonsu Izakabad

"Shouldn't be a match then. Could I set up an HQ here?"

"Certainly. Woud you like to use the Pythogrian embassy, or should I procure a building for you?"

OOC: @ Edoniakistanbabweagua. You might want to tell Greyson you plan to send troops to help keep the peace...

"Certainly. Woud you like to use the Pythogrian embassy, or should I procure a building for you?"

"We'll use another building. Our embassies are not supposed to be military installations. At any rate, any tactical suggestions? When to assualt?"

"We'll use another building. Our embassies are not supposed to be military installations. At any rate, any tactical suggestions? When to assualt?"

"Our forces are already fighting in the town of Toan. If we push through there, it should be easy to force our way down to Meeran, where we believe Richardson is hiding."

"Our forces are already fighting in the town of Toan. If we push through there, it should be easy to force our way down to Meeran, where we believe Richardson is hiding."

"Very well. We will assualt once our unloading is complete."

---2 Hours Later---

The loading was finished. "All troops, move to Toan and engage the enemy!"

"Sir, yes sir!"

Engines roared, and the massive convoy began to roll forward.

TO GENERAL GREYSON

This is the leader of Edoniakistanbabweagua. We are allies of Pythogria and thus would like to assisst you in taking full control of the Moanthan government. We will send supplies and 20,000 troops to keep the peace in the nation. We hope that this will suffice.

Signed,
Rey Eduardo del San Acero

TO GENERAL GREYSON

This is the leader of Edoniakistanbabweagua. We are allies of Pythogria and thus would like to assisst you in taking full control of the Moanthan government. We will send supplies and 20,000 troops to keep the peace in the nation. We hope that this will suffice.

Signed,
Rey Eduardo del San Acero


Offical Communiqué from Mediator Maaschian to Rey Eduardo del San Acero

"We thank you for the offer of support. We do, however, doubt that that full millitary force will be necessary, and suggest instead a smaller force of 5,000 troops.

Offical Communiqué from Mediator Maaschian to Rey Eduardo del San Acero

"We thank you for the offer of support. We do, however, doubt that that full millitary force will be necessary, and suggest instead a smaller force of 5,000 troops.

OOC O ok. I didnt know how big your nation was, so I figured the average 20,000 was ok. My apologies

OOC O ok. I didnt know how big your nation was, so I figured the average 20,000 was ok. My apologies

OOC: Seven hundred eight million people, but only a tiny millitary force, most of which is under General Greyson. The revolt in the south is going to get pretty big, but Greyson doesn't know that yet.

OOC: Seven hundred eight million people, but only a tiny millitary force, most of which is under General Greyson. The revolt in the south is going to get pretty big, but Greyson doesn't know that yet.

Gotcha. So is this Greyson a bad guy or an actual good guy?

Gotcha. So is this Greyson a bad guy or an actual good guy?

OOC: Well, he's doing it for what he believes is the good of the country. So he has good intentions at least. Whether or not it's actually what's right for the country remains to be seen.

OOC: Well, he's doing it for what he believes is the good of the country. So he has good intentions at least. Whether or not it's actually what's right for the country remains to be seen.
OOC Interesting. Well Ill be back on a bit later.

"Are we ready?" Asked Richardson, examining the defences that had been set up in Toan.

"Yes, sir, everything is ready."

"Everything?"

"Yes sir. Anyone who won't our can't fight has been evacuated. One way or another they're not going to take this town."

OOC: I've got a little surprise planned.

EBN NEWS

THIS JUST IN FROM THE EBN NEWS STUDIO. IT SEEMS THAT REY EDUARDO DEL SAN ACERO HAS AGREED AND IS DEPLOYING 5,000 TROOPS TO GO TO THE COUNTRY OF MOANTHA AND ACTUALLY HELP THE COUP KEEP POWER UNTIL A DEMOCRATIC GOVERNMENT. NEEDLESS TO SAY, THIS HAS SENT A BACKLASH AGAINST THIS PROPOSAL THORUGHOUT THE NATION. THE AZURE TIMES EDITOR DANTIAGO HAD THIS TO SAY:

"OUR RULER HIS BEING HYPOCRITICAL IN HIS JUDGEMENT. HERE HE IS, THE SO CALLED WAR HERO OF THE WAR OF LIBERATION, THE SAVIOR OF THE CORRUPT DEMOCRACY OF EMPEROR CORTES, AND HE IS HELPING SOMEONE JUST LIKE CORTES GAIN POWER. I AM APPALLED TO EVEN SEE SUCH A MOCKERY OF FOREIGN AID TAKE PLACE!"

MORE ON THIS LATER TONIGHT.

Bumptastic!

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OOC: We've all bumped it, but I'm at the point where I can't contribute much more until one of you guys does an IC post.

OOC: We've all bumped it, but I'm at the point where I can't contribute much more until one of you guys does an IC post.

OOC: Obliged.

IC:

---Near Toan---

The massive Pythogrian convoy stopped. Once the whole force was here, they would rush the town.

---Later---

The force was there. They moved down the hillside, tanks and helicopters charging. APCs were airlifed in behind them. A gunner in a Recon vehicle sighted a group of enemy infantry. He opened fire with the vehicles .50 caliber machine gun.

The forces on the outskirts on the town fell back easily at first, usually firing as they went. Several tossed grenades and Molotov cocktails. At other times, they lay in hiding until a group of the enemy had gone past, and then fired at them from behind.

The forces on the outskirts on the town fell back easily at first, usually firing as they went. Several tossed grenades and Molotov cocktails. At other times, they lay in hiding until a group of the enemy had gone past, and then fired at them from behind.

Molotov cocktails did very little to the tanks, APCs, and recon vehicles, but some infantry died. The ambushes did mre damage, but were very quickly silenced by ZA-1s. The inexorable force pressed on.

As they reached the town, the fighting went to house to house. Grenades and flaming oils were tossed from windows, bombs hidden in trash cans or parked cars went off, and firing came sporadically from almost all of the houses. The defenses grew stronger towards the center of the town, clustering around town square.

As they reached the town, the fighting went to house to house. Grenades and flaming oils were tossed from windows, bombs hidden in trash cans or parked cars went off, and firing came sporadically from almost all of the houses. The defenses grew stronger towards the center of the town, clustering around town square.

The tanks stopped.

"APCs, do your thing."

The six .50 caliber machine guns each carried blasted through anywhere gunfire came from, as well as those of the tanks. Aircraft destroyed whole buildings.

"Hold them back!" Came a shout, as a man dove out of a window onto a tank with dynamite wired around his chest.

"Don't let them reach the square!" Shouted another man throwing a molotov cocktail at the gun of one of the APCs.

"Hold them back!" Came a shout, as a man dove out of a window onto a tank with dynamite wired around his chest.

"Don't let them reach the square!" Shouted another man throwing a molotov cocktail at the gun of one of the APCs.

"Stop him!"

A machine gun ais and fires at the man, but it is too late. The dynamite blows the armor of the MBT inward. One the crew is dead.

The APC takes the blast, but the gun is disabled. "BLOW THEM TO HECK!"

The tanks begin to use their main guns, and once the area is clear, rush the square, firing munitions at everything that is an enemy.

OOC:Caught your puppet again! :p

-Incoming Transmission:

TO: Military Governor Greyson of Moantha
FROM: Premier Zhou of the Greater Chinese Region

The Greater Chinese Region supports your cause to strengthen your nation in preperation for a full transition back to democracy. If you need military assistance, we stand ready to contribute troops.

That said, we would not like to see any bombing or strafing of civilians, carpetbombing of cities, or other atrocities of war.

We hope stability can be returned to this region as soon as possible.

-End Transmission

As men poured into the square, the defenders routed, heading for the heavy forest on the far side of town. Then something completely unexpected happened.
***
In the town's sewer system, large amounts of explosives had been ammassed, spreading under the whole town, but mostly under the square. As a walkie-talkie blared a few words, one man lit a match.
***
And the square errupted. The explosives spread outwards from the square, consuming the entire town, as parts that had not been blown out collapsed in.

-Incoming Transmission:

TO: Military Governor Greyson of Moantha
FROM: Premier Zhou of the Greater Chinese Region

The Greater Chinese Region supports your cause to establish democracy in your nation. If you need military assistance, we stand ready to contribute troops.

That said, we would not like to see any bombing or strafing of civilians, carpetbombing of cities, or other atrocities of war.

We hope stability can be returned to this region as soon as possible.

-End Transmission

OOC: I don't quite know if you understand what was happening here. There was democracy, and Greyson suspended it in the name of building up the all but nonexistant millitary force.

As men poured into the square, the defenders routed, heading for the heavy forest on the far side of town. Then something completely unexpected happened.
***
In the town's sewer system, large amounts of explosives had been ammassed, spreading under the whole town, but mostly under the square. As a walkie-talkie blared a few words, one man lit a match.
***
And the square errupted. The explosives spread outwards from the square, consuming the entire town, as parts that had not been blown out collapsed in.

Though this did destroy a large part of the invasion force (it amounted to 90% of all casualties) it is understandable that it is hard to blow a whole town. Most infastructure withstood the blast, but many soldiers perished.

The field commander survived. "What the... Is everyone OK?"

A few groans, and a few yells were heard. Wounded were everywhere.

"Curse those slimy no good... [censoed for everyone's own good]!!!"

In the end, the town was taken, but at a price. 16 HBTs, 34 MBTs, 40 LBTs, 50 Recon Vehicles and 12 APCs to be exact, and 500 infantry.

OOC: I've been reading too much Harry Turtledove. The mormons pulled something like that.

IC: "We hit them hard, Colonel, but they don't appear to have got the point."

"Greyson must be in heaven right now."

"Sir?"

"He wanted a stronger millitary. Look's like he's going to get it. I grew up in the forests Henry. So did a lot of these men. They want to go through here, they're going to pay one hell of a price."

"Sir, I do not want to go through those forests."

"Niether do I, soldier. That's why we;re going to do a little bit of... covert ops."

"Hm?"

"Do we have any of that... incapacitator stuff we developed?"

"Yes, sir. We do. Seven canisters."

"EXCELLENT! Go in there covertly, and poison their food. Not the wild though."

"OK..."

OOC: Would something that works like puffer fish poison but milder (only make yo uvery slow to react and such) be a Godmod?

OOC: Bad wording, fixed :p

"Sir, I do not want to go through those forests."

"Niether do I, soldier. That's why we;re going to do a little bit of... covert ops."

"Hm?"

"Do we have any of that... incapacitator stuff we developed?"

"Yes, sir. We do. Seven canisters."

"EXCELLENT! Go in there covertly, and poison their food. Not the wild though."

"OK..."

OOC: Would something that works like puffer fish poison but milder (only make yo uvery slow to react and such) be a Godmod?

OOC: Well, my men are going to be living off the land for the most part. That and prepackaged millitary rations. The toxin itself probably not a godmode, but you'll have some trouble getting it into our food without affecting the wild.

OOC: Well, my men are going to be living off the land for the most part. That and prepackaged millitary rations. The toxin itself probably not a godmode, but you'll have some trouble getting it into our food without affecting the wild.

OOC: Oh... you're using THAT tactic. This wil lbe hard.

IC:

"Sir, Command has deemed it unsafe. We may hurt wildlife."

"Darn! We're going to use a full-scale invasio nthen. Infantry first, then amor. Go through the trees. kill all enemies."

"Yes sir."

"We start tommorow. Defend the town until then."

OOC: To quote The Mentat, "Show no mercy here!"

OOC: Oh... you're using THAT tactic. This wil lbe hard.

IC:

"Sir, Command has deemed it unsafe. We may hurt wildlife."

"Darn! We're going to use a full-scale invasio nthen. Infantry first, then amor. Go through the trees. kill all enemies."

"Yes sir."

"We start tommorow. Defend the town until then."

OOC: To quote The Mentat, "Show no mercy here!"

OOC: It's makes sense. After all, carrying large amounts of supplies not really practical in a guerilla war.

IC: There was one main road through the forest, but nobody imagined Pythogria would be stupid enough to take it. Nevertheless, if they tried, Richardson was ready for them. All bridges through the beginning of the forest had been either destroyed or had explosives placed on them. There were several machine gun nests set up, but only a few.

And then it started to rain.

OOC: It's makes sense. After all, carrying large amounts of supplies not really practical in a guerilla war.

IC: There was one main road through the forest, but nobody imagined Pythogria would be stupid enough to take it. Nevertheless, if they tried, Richardson was ready for them. All bridges through the beginning of the forest had been either destroyed or had explosives placed on them. There were several machine gun nests set up, but only a few.

And then it started to rain.

OOC: You're right. How else did the Viet Cong win?

IC:

"No. We are NOT assualting. Not in this weather."

"Good choice sir. In the meantime?"

"Defend the area, get ready for an attack. I don't like this..."

"Thank the gods," said Richardson, "Now if only I believed for a moment that they were stupid enough to try and attack in this weather. Still, it gives us more time to prepare, plan flood.

In several rivers that cut through the forest, makeshift dams were being built, holding back what rapidly became large amounts of water.

And the whole time, Pythogria was watching them. "You know... have an XM launch a missile at those dams. On my signal."

"Yes sir."

The tank waited, for the right time to kill a ton of enemies...

OOC: You know, this is happening some distance into the forest. Under trees.

OOC: You know, this is happening some distance into the forest. Under trees.

OOC: What distance? How thick are the trees? This is a military missile we're talking about, but if it's incredibly far, I don't wish to godmod. If it's really far... I'll use some artillery.

OOC: What distance? How thick are the trees? This is a military missile we're talking about, but if it's incredibly far, I don't wish to godmod. If it's really far... I'll use some artillery.

OOC: Big trees, but I was more referring to your seeing it.

OOC: Big trees, but I was more referring to your seeing it.

OOC: I DO have spy sattelites... but here, let's just say I don't know, OK?

OOC: I DO have spy sattelites... but here, let's just say I don't know, OK?

OOC: Right, but trees. So you don't know. Of course your men will probably find it suspicious when they come to a dry riverbed that should have been wet.

OOC: Right, but trees. So you don't know. Of course your men will probably find it suspicious when they come to a dry riverbed that should have been wet.

OOC: Ok. Now, once this rain ends...

OOC: You know, I'm really tempted to make it a week long rainstorm, completely turning the ground to mud, but I figure that would be weather god moding.

OOC: You know, I'm really tempted to make it a week long rainstorm, completely turning the ground to mud, but I figure that would be weather god moding.

OOC: I'd accept it. Makes it even, my tanks being very near useless.

OOC: I'd accept it. Makes it even, my tanks being very near useless.

OOC: Awesome.

IC: The rain showed no signs of stopping. The ground was turning to mud. Furthering the cause, a invisible line was drawn, in front of which were dug a large amount of pits lined with spikes. All of the men pulled back behind that line.

OOC: Awesome.

IC: The rain showed no signs of stopping. The ground was turning to mud. Furthering the cause, a invisible line was drawn, in front of which were dug a large amount of pits lined with spikes. All of the men pulled back behind that line.

The commanders could see the line.

"This is going to be an infantry battle... Sir, I think we better go in there with artillery first."

"No. It's ineffectve in the rain, and these guys are dug in. Plus, this is a forest. We'll hit wildlife."

"So.. .what do we do?"

"Reform our tactics. Emulate the Kong Sev."

"The brutal torture part?"

"No, the gurrilia part."

"Good sir. Never thought we'd copy them..."

The infantry began to march towards the trench. They hid behind rocks and trees, and scanned the forest for troops. A few grenades were thrown in, to be sure.

OOC: The Kong Sev were kind of like the enemy in my nation's Vietnam War. Except we eventually won.

OOC: You see my invisible line???? Nah, it's okay, just odd way of wording it.

IC: A few men were hit with grenades, but most were too far back. If the Pythogrians wanted them, they would have to come into the forest to get them. A few sharpshooters began firing back.

OOC: You see my invisible line???? Nah, it's okay, just odd way of wording it.

IC: A few men were hit with grenades, but most were too far back. If the Pythogrians wanted them, they would have to come into the forest to get them. A few sharpshooters began firing back.

Bullets bounced off the rocks, and the PYthogrians fired back, on full automatic. They did this in bursts, so as not to get killed.

The firing stopped, although whether the sharpshooters had been hit or were just waiting was impossible to tell.

The firing stopped, although whether the sharpshooters had been hit or were just waiting was impossible to tell.

The Pythogrians rushed out, all at once. They took new positions very quickly.

The firing resumed in small spurts, aiming mostly at anyone with insignia that appeared to signify high rank.

OOC: Watch out for those pits.

The firing resumed in small spurts, aiming mostly at anyone with insignia that appeared to signify high rank.

OOC: Watch out for those pits.

OOC: Doing that.

IC:

A soldier was hit in the arm. His armor stopped the shot though. He fired back along with everyone else, using grenade launchers.

OOC: Got to go to sleep now, see ya.

Men fell out of the trees, dead or wounded. Some trees caught fire. The firing only increased.

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Men fell out of the trees, dead or wounded. Some trees caught fire. The firing only increased.

"Gah... this is no good..."

"What should we do, sir?"

"We have 6,000 infantry, 3,000 on the attack. I say we fire off our HE grenades."

"OK, sir."

High Explosive grenades were launched from the bottom barrels of the ZA-1s. Basically, these were bigger, more expesive, and able to wok against light vehicles. Let alone infantry.

As more trees caught fire, and more screams were heard, the firing suddenly stopped. The men pulled back, leaving the enemy to come at them, though it would be over leaf covered pits and through the burning outskirts of the forest.

OOC: I did mention that I covered them, right?

As more trees caught fire, and more screams were heard, the firing suddenly stopped. The men pulled back, leaving the enemy to come at them, though it would be over leaf covered pits and through the burning outskirts of the forest.

OOC: I did mention that I covered them, right?

OOC: No... you didn't. But I'll say they were.

IC:

The Pythogrians rushed ahead, but two infantrymen fell into the pits.

"Agh!"

One of the men almost got impaled. The spike did puncture his armor. He was taken back to Toan for medical attention. The other managed to save himself, and was uninjured.

Advancing, the Pythogrians avoided the burning areas, and took the outer areas. The squads hid behind obstacles, and began to look around for enemies. They fired at an they saw.

The next wave of fire didn't come from guns. Instead, arrows were aimed at heads, necks, and any other unprotected areas. The arrows made little enough noise, and had no muzzle flash, that it was nearly impossible to tell where they had been fired from.

The next wave of fire didn't come from guns. Instead, arrows were aimed at heads, necks, and any other unprotected areas. The arrows made little enough noise, and had no muzzle flash, that it was nearly impossible to tell where they had been fired from.

The Pythogrians wearing full body armor, the arrows did not do much. One soldier was hit in the stomach, armor pierced, and he was taken back to Toan as well. The Pythogrians travvelled in groups, checking obstacles, and hiding behind them, attacking any enemies they saw.

Richardson's men fell back only reluctantly, occasionally leaving pools of oil set alight when Pythogrian's reached them with flaming arrows, other times using the tactic from Toan of waiting until small groups passed them before opening fire with guns, still other times firing poison blowdarts at any patch of bare skin.

Richardson's men fell back only reluctantly, occasionally leaving pools of oil set alight when Pythogrian's reached them with flaming arrows, other times using the tactic from Toan of waiting until small groups passed them before opening fire with guns, still other times firing poison blowdarts at any patch of bare skin.

The Pythogrian's, having went through Pythogria's incredible education system, y knew what oil looked like. Very few were injured by this tactic, but one death resulted. As the Pythogrians thuroughly checked all ground they passed, the ambushes were rapidly silenced. The blowdarts did kill two, but for the most part, the Pythogrians were unaffected by most of the attacks. No wonder the Kong Sev had almost decimated the Ancient Pythogrian Army!

These tactics proving ineffective, Richardson's forces began simply firing as they fell back, always from behind cover to prevent large casualties. Soon though, much sooner than planned, they would come to the first of the rivers that had been dammed.

These tactics proving ineffective, Richardson's forces began simply firing as they fell back, always from behind cover to prevent large casualties. Soon though, much sooner than planned, they would come to the first of the rivers that had been dammed.

"Sir, this river bed should be, you know... flowing. And it's raining, so it'd be bigger..."

"That must mean they're holding back the water."

"Yes, sir. That's what I was going to say."

"Well, that way's downhill... Soldier! Fire a grenade down this riverbed!"

The oter soldier responded. "Yes sir."

He fired a grenade down what was the riverbed.

"Sir, this river bed should be, you know... flowing. And it's raining, so it'd be bigger..."

"That must mean they're holding back the water."

"Yes, sir. That's what I was going to say."

"Well, that way's downhill... Soldier! Fire a grenade down this riverbed!"

The oter soldier responded. "Yes sir."

He fired a grenade down what was the riverbed.

A wall of water came rushing down the riverbed, as well as overflowing it's banks on both sides. The river was once again rushing, and far too fast to ford or swim. Though the trap had not closed on the enemy forces, the river still presented an impressive natural barrier to them proceeding.

OOC: Couple days either direction to a place possible to ford, though that would still be chest deep.

A wall of water came rushing down the riverbed, as well as overflowing it's banks on both sides. The river was once again rushing, and far too fast to ford or swim. Though the trap had not closed on the enemy forces, the river still presented an impressive natural barrier to them proceeding.

OOC: Couple days either direction to a place possible to ford, though that would still be chest deep.

OOC: Improvisation then...

"Well. My suspicions were correct."

"Sir, you just saved at least six squads."

"This is no time to admire someone. Any treee trunks around here?"

"Yes, sir. Four."

"Build a bridge."

"A bridge?"

"Yes, a bridge. Make sure the other side is clear though."

"Yes sir."

The other side of the river was cleared with bullets.

A few screams were heard, followed by a few thuds. A sniper bullet aimed atthe commander was the only other response.

A few screams were heard, followed by a few thuds. A sniper bullet aimed atthe commander was the only other response.

The bullet missed his head by inches, and glanced another soldier's armor.

"Bridge!"

The trunks were put across into a bridge-esque structure, to ostrong to drift away. The soldiers crossed, took cover, and scanned around them for enemies.

While the soldiers were crossing several machine gun emplacements opened up on them, the theory being that they were most vulnerable while crossing the bridge. A small bomb followed, intended to destroy the bridge.

While the soldiers were crossing several machine gun emplacements opened up on them, the theory being that they were most vulnerable while crossing the bridge. A small bomb followed, intended to destroy the bridge.

A couple soldiers were hit, but nobody died. They took cover on the other side, and began firing at the machine guns. The small bomb detonated, and almost destroyed the bridge. It did launch a soldier off, into the river. He was found, later, near Toan, almost dead of drowning.

A couple soldiers were hit, but nobody died. They took cover on the other side, and began firing at the machine guns. The small bomb detonated, and almost destroyed the bridge. It did launch a soldier off, into the river. He was found, later, near Toan, almost dead of drowning.

One of the machine guns abruptly stopped firing. A few moments later, a machine gun opened up from a different direction. Several more bombs flew out of the forest as well, to destroy the bridge before any more troops could cross.

One of the machine guns abruptly stopped firing. A few moments later, a machine gun opened up from a different direction. Several more bombs flew out of the forest as well, to destroy the bridge before any more troops could cross.

The troops were suppressed by the enemy fire.One soldier was hit in the head. Another took his rifle, aimed at the enemy gunner, and fired.

The bridge was annihilated, and half the squad was cut off from the other half. Both decided to hide and fire at anything that looked like an enemy.

OOC: Not too far ahead there's a small village. People you'll find there support Richardson, but not violently. (The violent ones from the village are the ones currently shooting at you. :p) Just so you know.

The machine gun firing stopped. No longer in a group, the Pythogrian forces were not as vulnerable to such attacks. Instead, snipers in trees and bushes and behind rocks fired at individual forces. Most of those here had grown up in these forests, and they had an advantage.

At the next river that would have to be crossed, further preperations were underway.

OOC: A military coup to start a democracy? Preposterous. Mayhaps I can talk some sense into this Richardson fellow...

OOC: Not too far ahead there's a small village. People you'll find there support Richardson, but not violently. (The violent ones from the village are the ones currently shooting at you. :p) Just so you know.

The machine gun firing stopped. No longer in a group, the Pythogrian forces were not as vulnerable to such attacks. Instead, snipers in trees and bushes and behind rocks fired at individual forces. Most of those here had grown up in these forests, and they had an advantage.

At the next river that would have to be crossed, further preperations were underway.

The snipers managed to take out a few men, but all in all, ZS-1 arkor is good at stopping bullets. The snipers were silenced with heavy machine gun fire.

OOC: Next stop, village.

OOC: A military coup to start a democracy? Preposterous. Mayhaps I can talk some sense into this Richardson fellow...

OOC: If anything, I will make sure it's democracy. I could easily eliminate the new government by myself.

OOC: A military coup to start a democracy? Preposterous. Mayhaps I can talk some sense into this Richardson fellow...

OOC: Just to clarify, Greyson was responsible for the initial coup. What Richardson led is more like a secession. He actually has the support of the Southern Moanthans.

While the bloody rebellion in the south continued, a completely different movement had begun in the north. Hundreds of thousands of Moanthans, across the northern provinces peacefully marched through the major cities. They refused to stop at the orders of the millitary government, but offered no violent resistance when arrested. Many, however, went on hunger strikes in their cells.

While the bloody rebellion in the south continued, a completely different movement had begun in the north. Hundreds of thousands of Moanthans, across the northern provinces peacefully marched through the major cities. They refused to stop at the orders of the millitary government, but offered no violent resistance when arrested. Many, however, went on hunger strikes in their cells.

To: New Moanthan Government

From: Pythogria

These hunger strikers... leave them. It is their choice to harm themselves.

The marches continued, and, in whispers and rumors, a picture started to emerge of one man who had organizied all this. Nobody knew his name, although several people involved in the marches were questioned. He was only referred to as the Liberator. Posters went up, offering huge rewards for information leading to him. They were ignored, or, often, tore down. The marches continued.

OOC: Ah, so Greyson is the man I should be investigating. Ten four.

Airspace over international waters

Having just finishing conducting an inspection of the new operations in recently "sterilized" Imperial Nod, Chancellor Gerhard Donner was taking a moment to enjoy the view from the massive Ouroboros transport.

"Chancellor, have you got a moment?" his liasion inquired.

"Hmm? What is it now?" Donner inquired, a tone of irritation edging in on his voice.

"I felt this may be of interest to you," the liasion handed over his PDA. Donner looked over the document displayed.

"No rest for the wicked, it seems..." Donner sighed, handing it back. "Get me in touch with the coup leaders with all due haste. There may be time to exploit the current situation before we end up looking like complete warmongers. I'd hate to have a repeat of the Chechen Republic debacle."

"Understood, Chancellor."

OOC: Ah, so Greyson is the man I should be investigating. Ten four.

Airspace over international waters

Having just finishing conducting an inspection of the new operations in recently "sterilized" Imperial Nod, Chancellor Gerhard Donner was taking a moment to enjoy the view from the massive Ouroboros transport.

"Chancellor, have you got a moment?" his liasion inquired.

"Hmm? What is it now?" Donner inquired, a tone of irritation edging in on his voice.

"I felt this may be of interest to you," the liasion handed over his PDA. Donner looked over the document displayed.

"No rest for the wicked, it seems..." Donner sighed, handing it back. "Get me in touch with the coup leaders with all due haste. There may be time to exploit the current situation before we end up looking like complete warmongers. I'd hate to have a repeat of the Chechen Republic debacle."

"Understood, Chancellor."


---Secret---

"Oh Zarathumdra... not THOSE warmongerers again!"

"Yes, sir. Bretton."

"Avoid them, and do NOT get into a conflict."

"Yes sir."

OOC: Ah, so Greyson is the man I should be investigating. Ten four.

Airspace over international waters

Having just finishing conducting an inspection of the new operations in recently "sterilized" Imperial Nod, Chancellor Gerhard Donner was taking a moment to enjoy the view from the massive Ouroboros transport.

"Chancellor, have you got a moment?" his liasion inquired.

"Hmm? What is it now?" Donner inquired, a tone of irritation edging in on his voice.

"I felt this may be of interest to you," the liasion handed over his PDA. Donner looked over the document displayed.

"No rest for the wicked, it seems..." Donner sighed, handing it back. "Get me in touch with the coup leaders with all due haste. There may be time to exploit the current situation before we end up looking like complete warmongers. I'd hate to have a repeat of the Chechen Republic debacle."

"Understood, Chancellor."

"Sir, we've recieved contact from Brettonian forces."

"What do they want?" Asked Greyson, who was looking over reports from the operatives he had assigned to find this 'Liberator'.

"They haven't said, sir."

Incoming message:
From:Imperiux
Concerning:Help?
To:Moanth*Pythogria

Will you be requiring the help of the AOA? As we are to defend each other.

Incoming message:
From:Imperiux
Concerning:Help?
To:Moanth*Pythogria

Will you be requiring the help of the AOA? As we are to defend each other.

OOC: Not so much defense of Pythogria, as at the moment they're acting to assist the Moanthan government in putting down a rebellion. More like assissting in an attack, in fact.

Incoming message:
From:Imperiux
Concerning:Help?
To:Moanth*Pythogria

Will you be requiring the help of the AOA? As we are to defend each other.

OOC: I'm assisting them in a coup.

Transmission to Coup Leader Greyson

Good afternoon, General.
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This is Chancellor Gerhard Donner, of the Brettonian Fortress State.
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It is a standing element of our foreign policy to assist with military revolutions whenever possible.
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Based on our findings by the foreign ministry, your movement is in league with our own: to establish and govern through armed force, for the goals of creating a society based on strength and resolve.
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We respect this agenda, and would like to contribute manpower and material to your unique objectives.
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At present, our armed operations in Imperial Nod has drawn to a close, and the military is eager to get started in a new theatre.
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Do be in touch.

To Chancellor Gerhard Donner
From: Millitary Governor Greyson

We thank you for your offer of assistance, but do not feel that it is necessary at this time. Pythogrian forces are already assisting us in defeating the rebels. Materials, however, would be greatly appreciated. We are specifically in need of naval and armored materials.

Airspace over international waters

"'naval and armored materials'? What?" Donner looked perplexed.

"Chancellor?" the liasion inquired.

"How strange. He seems to be lacking of the 'defeat in detail' future dictators usually favor," Donner said. He handed the PDA back to his liasion.

"He has some material needs, see to it they're satisfied in an appropriate fashion," Donner remarked. "So unusual..."

"I will see to it, Chancellor."

Airspace over international waters

"'naval and armored materials'? What?" Donner looked perplexed.

"Chancellor?" the liasion inquired.

"How strange. He seems to be lacking of the 'defeat in detail' future dictators usually favor," Donner said. He handed the PDA back to his liasion.

"He has some material needs, see to it they're satisfied in an appropriate fashion," Donner remarked. "So unusual..."

"I will see to it, Chancellor."

OOC: Defeat in detail?

The Pythogrians fired upon the gurrilias attacking them, and ran towards the next village, stopping at cover. The men on the other side of the river went back to base to get aerial reinforcements.

The Pythogrians fired upon the gurrilias attacking them, and ran towards the next village, stopping at cover. The men on the other side of the river went back to base to get aerial reinforcements.

The villagers looked at the Pythogrian's with eyes full of what was surely just short of hatred, if not hatred itself.

The villagers looked at the Pythogrian's with eyes full of what was surely just short of hatred, if not hatred itself.

The commander whispered to his men, "this is not a good place to be..."

OOC: Go ahead, have them attack.

The commander whispered to his men, "this is not a good place to be..."

OOC: Go ahead, have them attack.

OOC: Nah, I told you, these aren't the violent ones. They're just feeding and clothing the violent ones. Not that you know that...

A man stepped forward. "I am the mayor of this village. Why are you here?"

OOC: Nah, I told you, these aren't the violent ones. They're just feeding and clothing the violent ones. Not that you know that...

A man stepped forward. "I am the mayor of this village. Why are you here?"

OOC: OK.

IC:

"We came here to escape gurrilias attacking us. Half of our unit is across the river they made. Do you have a radio I could possibly use? Mine's been hit."

OOC: OK.

IC:

"We came here to escape gurrilias attacking us. Half of our unit is across the river they made. Do you have a radio I could possibly use? Mine's been hit."

"No." Said the mayor, simply. "We do not have a radio unit that you could use."

"No." Said the mayor, simply. "We do not have a radio unit that you could use."

At six feet eight inches, the commander looked down upon the mayor. "OK, we'll look elsewhere."

The troops simply went through the village, not harming anyone. On the other side, they set up a camp on a hilltop which was inside a clearing to await the reinforcements they were sure would come, givenm Pythogria's military doctrine.

At six feet eight inches, the commander looked down upon the mayor. "OK, we'll look elsewhere."

The troops simply went through the village, not harming anyone. On the other side, they set up a camp on a hilltop which was inside a clearing to await the reinforcements they were sure would come, givenm Pythogria's military doctrine.

A man waving a white flag emerged from the jungle and slowly approached the sentries.

A man waving a white flag emerged from the jungle and slowly approached the sentries.

"Sir, there's a guy with a white flag out there. A surrender."

"Or a trap. Send out two men."

"Yes sir."

Two soldiers came out, and walked up to the man. "Why are you here?"

"Sir, there's a guy with a white flag out there. A surrender."

"Or a trap. Send out two men."

"Yes sir."

Two soldiers came out, and walked up to the man. "Why are you here?"

"I want to parley," said the man. "Take me to your leader." He held up the hand not holding the flag to show he was unarmed.

"I want to parley," said the man. "Take me to your leader." He held up the hand not holding the flag to show he was unarmed.

The two men escorted him to the base. He was let in, and was taken to the commander.

One of the soldiers told the commander, "This guy wants to see you. He wants to parley."

"Ah. So... what are you parley-ing for?"

OOC: Let me guess... this guy's got a bomb on him.

The two men escorted him to the base. He was let in, and was taken to the commander.

One of the soldiers told the commander, "This guy wants to see you. He wants to parley."

"Ah. So... what are you parley-ing for?"

OOC: Let me guess... this guy's got a bomb on him.

OOC: Well, yes but...

The man drew a detonator from his pocket, and allowed his dirty coat to swing open to reveal several sticks of dynamite.

"Just my insurance policy, you understand," he said, "I couldn't be certain you'd let me return."

OOC: Well, yes but...

The man drew a detonator from his pocket, and allowed his dirty coat to swing open to reveal several sticks of dynamite.

"Just my insurance policy, you understand," he said, "I couldn't be certain you'd let me return."

The commander drew and fired his pistol before the man could respond.

OOC: If they see that, they retaliate.

The commander drew and fired his pistol before the man could respond.

OOC: If they see that, they retaliate.

OOC: So much for insurance policy, I suppose.

As the man fell, his finger pressed down on the button. The dynamite went off.

OOC: So much for insurance policy, I suppose.

As the man fell, his finger pressed down on the button. The dynamite went off.

OOC: Well, you ARE dealing with Pythogria. :p

IC:

"AAAGGGGHHHH!!!!"

The commander was chucked out of his chair and into the wall. He was hurt very badly, but he would survive. Nobody else was injured or dead.

---Medical Bay---

"Fred, if those idiots surrender to you, I want them dead. DO YOU HEAR ME? Dead. We can't trust these freaks." he said while being bandaged.

"Yes sir."

OOC: Well, you ARE dealing with Pythogria. :p

IC:

"AAAGGGGHHHH!!!!"

The commander was chucked out of his chair and into the wall. He was hurt very badly, but he would survive. Nobody else was injured or dead.

---Medical Bay---

"Fred, if those idiots surrender to you, I want them dead. DO YOU HEAR ME? Dead. We can't trust these freaks." he said while being bandaged.

"Yes sir."

"Bastards," said Richardson, as he saw the explosion. "I knew I couldn't trust them. That's it then. If they won't parley in good faith, we'll have to fight to the last. I wonder if they know what they just put themselves in for."

The reinforcements arrived. Hundreds of helicopters flew over the forest to assist Pythogria's troops. They began to clear the jungle again.

"Kas Naradas!"

The reinforcements arrived. Hundreds of helicopters flew over the forest to assist Pythogria's troops. They began to clear the jungle again.

"Kas Naradas!"

There were no futher attempts at surrender. The men fought like demons, never breaking rank, falling back only when absolutely necessary. Machine gun nests were scattered through the jungle, often hidden in dense foilage. Finally the second river was reached. It also ran dry.

There were no futher attempts at surrender. The men fought like demons, never breaking rank, falling back only when absolutely necessary. Machine gun nests were scattered through the jungle, often hidden in dense foilage. Finally the second river was reached. It also ran dry.

"Another one. Launch a missile over there."

A missile from a helicopter attacked the dam.

The dam was destroyed, but only a small trickle of water flowed.

OOC: There's another dam further upstream. Under trees. That was the further construction I noted before.

OOC: Damn, you people post fast.

"Defeat in detail" means utterly annihilating your enemy with as many forces as you have available. A flyswatter will kill a fly just fine, but a shotgun will also do the job, and you'll -know- there's no chance in Hell of it coming back.

Thus, in this context, "defeat in detail" would be calling for my men to drop into the region and obliterating the miscreants.

OOC: Damn, you people post fast.

"Defeat in detail" means utterly annihilating your enemy with as many forces as you have available. A flyswatter will kill a fly just fine, but a shotgun will also do the job, and you'll -know- there's no chance in Hell of it coming back.

Thus, in this context, "defeat in detail" would be calling for my men to drop into the region and obliterating the miscreants.

OOC: Perhaps. But then, you have to remember, he doesn't recognize them as an independent nation, and would view more as using a shotgun to discipline a child.

The dam was destroyed, but only a small trickle of water flowed.

OOC: There's another dam further upstream. Under trees. That was the further construction I noted before.

"Go go go!"

Men crossed the steam, and got across before wateer rushed in. They advanced, under cover of helicopters. They still used cover.

They came to the edge of the jungle soon, and without too many more casualties. What lay before them was the largest city in Moantha, Meeran. Again, all forces not willing or able to fight had been evacuated. Roadblocks and barricades had been set up all through the city. Food had been stockpiled in various buildings throughout the city. Pythogria was not going to take this city without a fight.

They came to the edge of the jungle soon, and without too many more casualties. What lay before them was the largest city in Moantha, Meeran. Again, all forces not willing or able to fight had been evacuated. Roadblocks and barricades had been set up all through the city. Food had been stockpiled in various buildings throughout the city. Pythogria was not going to take this city without a fight.

"No. Everyone, we'll need tanks to pull this off. Ask Command for them."

"Yes sir."

Command responded, "Tank force headed your way."

Carryalls flew over the horizon and landed tanks in the area.

"And now for Artanis."

They rushed the city, using the Artanis strategy. An inexorable, powerful, and fast advance. Tanks fired 120mm ETCs against fortifications, and infantry were dealt with by the .50 caliber machine guns of the tanks and ZA-1s of the infantry. This was costly in fuel, but... no matter. Pythogria had near endless supplies of biodiesel and ethanol...

Soon there were no forces left on the street. But snipers fired from building, bombs hidden in cars, in trash cans, in dumpsters, in cardboard boxes left lying on the street, or thrown from windows began focusing on the tanks. And, although no explanation would ever be given that explained where they came from, there were a few anti-aircraft weapons on the top of buildings.

Five thousand people marched on Greyson's residence. They didn't yell, they didn't chant slogans, they didn't charge. They merely marched, side by side. Hasty barricades had been set up. A message was sent to the Pythogrian headquarters

Request reinforcements to aid in possible riot control from peacekeeping force.

Soon there were no forces left on the street. But snipers fired from building, bombs hidden in cars, in trash cans, in dumpsters, in cardboard boxes left lying on the street, or thrown from windows began focusing on the tanks. And, although no explanation would ever be given that explained where they came from, there were a few anti-aircraft weapons on the top of buildings.
The tanks being still far back, this didn't do much. The AA guns also were not all tha effective, as the Pythogrians were still far away.

"No. This is no good. We're staying back. Ask Command to take this out with a couple ICBMs."

Command responded. "ICBMs granted."

Three Lightbringer Mark II ICBMs flew from the heavens, carrying fuel air bombs.

OOC: What exactly would fuel air bombs due against your typical city?

Five thousand people marched on Greyson's residence. They didn't yell, they didn't chant slogans, they didn't charge. They merely marched, side by side. Hasty barricades had been set up. A message was sent to the Pythogrian headquarters

Request reinforcements to aid in possible riot control from peacekeeping force.

"Reinfocements granted. I'll divert a few from Toan."

Pythogrian military personell travvelled to the city to assist if a riot broke out.

OOC: What exactly would fuel air bombs due against your typical city?

OOC: Two of these? Flatten it.

OOC: Oh, goody. A fan of Voltaire, are you? And why was there anyone still in Toan, anyways?

IC: All that was left was ruins. But in those ruins, men were still prepared to give their lives fighting back. After all, the Pythogrians had made it clear that they could not be trusted to parley.
***
When they reached the barricades, the marchers had water hoses turned on them. Many were knocked down. The ones behind them kept advancing. When they got back up, so did those who had been knocked down.

OOC: Oh, goody. A fan of Voltaire, are you? And why was there anyone still in Toan, anyways?

IC: All that was left was ruins. But in those ruins, men were still prepared to give their lives fighting back. After all, the Pythogrians had made it clear that they could not be trusted to parley.
***
When they reached the barricades, the marchers had water hoses turned on them. Many were knocked down. The ones behind them kept advancing. When they got back up, so did those who had been knocked down.

OOC: Erm, no I don't know what that is. And my tanks and such were left in Toan.

IC:

---Moantha City---

Pythogrian troops arrived, and began to use their standard ethod of riot control. Sound weapons.They messed up the equilibrium of all in front of the speaker. The speaker was turned upon protestors. It wasn't lethal at all.

---Ruins---

The Artanis was used again, over the ruins. Al lenemies were attacked.

OOC: Erm, no I don't know what that is. And my tanks and such were left in Toan.

IC:

---Moantha City---

Pythogrian troops arrived, and began to use their standard ethod of riot control. Sound weapons.They messed up the equilibrium of all in front of the speaker. The speaker was turned upon protestors. It wasn't lethal at all.

---Ruins---

The Artanis was used again, over the ruins. Al lenemies were attacked.

OOC: They make a desert, and call it peace. Roman philosopher/tactician. Kind of like Sun Tzu.
IC: Propelled by those behind them, the ones in front kept advancing towards the speakers and the barricades. Soon, the first one was over the barricade.
***
Since the rebels weren't stupid enough to reveal their position to the enemy, the Artanis was much less sucessful.

OOC: They make a desert, and call it peace. Roman philosopher/tactician. Kind of like Sun Tzu.
IC: Propelled by those behind them, the ones in front kept advancing towards the speakers and the barricades. Soon, the first one was over the barricade.
***
Since the rebels weren't stupid enough to reveal their position to the enemy, the Artanis was much less sucessful.

OOC: OK.

IC:

"Use Incapacition!"

They sprayed the gas all over. It would limit the mental capablilities of whoever it touched, making them rather slow, dumb, un-coordinated, and... did I say slow?

***

"No. Use gurrilia tactics! KONG SEV!"

The tactic changed instantly. Troops used every possible piece of cover, and advanced slowly.

OOC: OK.

IC:

"Use Incapacition!"

They sprayed the gas all over. It would limit the mental capablilities of whoever it touched, making them rather slow, dumb, un-coordinated, and... did I say slow?

***

"No. Use gurrilia tactics! KONG SEV!"

The tactic changed instantly. Troops used every possible piece of cover, and advanced slowly.

The front row started stumbling and falling. The march stopped simultaneously.
***
It looked like a stalemate. The wreckage made vehicles all but useless, and the rebels had the defensive advantage. On the other hand, they were out numbered and outgunned.

A shirtless man with both his hands raised above his head came out of a building. It was unmistakably Richardson.

OOC: Shoot him, and you make a martyr. Making martyrs, bad plan. Just thought I'd let you know.

The front row started stumbling and falling. The march stopped simultaneously.
***
It looked like a stalemate. The wreckage made vehicles all but useless, and the rebels had the defensive advantage. On the other hand, they were out numbered and outgunned.

A shirtless man with both his hands raised above his head came out of a building. It was unmistakably Richardson.

OOC: Shoot him, and you make a martyr. Making martyrs, bad plan. Just thought I'd let you know.

OOC: I know that.

IC:

"Stay where you are! Put your hands on your head."

Soldiers surrounded him, put handcuffs on him, and he was flown away to face trial in Moantha City.

OOC: I know that.

IC:

"Stay where you are! Put your hands on your head."

Soldiers surrounded him, put handcuffs on him, and he was flown away to face trial in Moantha City.

Richardson spoke calmly to the press. "I surrendered in the hopes that more pointless bloodshed could be avoided. I did not surrender because I came to believe that my cause was wrong."

Richardson spoke calmly to the press. "I surrendered in the hopes that more pointless bloodshed could be avoided. I did not surrender because I came to believe that my cause was wrong."

OOC: Trial thread?

OOC: Trial thread?

OOC: What's he charged with?

OOC: What's he charged with?

OOC: Perhaps killing a good 500 troops, bombing my officer, and perhaps other things from your nation's law?

OOC: Perhaps killing a good 500 troops, bombing my officer, and perhaps other things from your nation's law?

OOC: Well that probably falls under this...

Any who attack the current government will be placed in holding facilities, until such time as democracy resumes

OOC: Well that probably falls under this...

OOC: Unless you meant you're going to try him for crimes against your people...

OOC: Unless you meant you're going to try him for crimes against your people...

OOC: His crimes are mainly against me. I'l ltry him.

OOC: His crimes are mainly against me. I'l ltry him.

OOC: All right. But I'm not gonna be on again tonight. Just so you know.

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