NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Here's your sample battle. Basically, you two wil linvade one of my islands. Perhaps... invade Caraj Island. It's got a town, it's tropical, and it prevents the use of huge armies because it's small. I'll critique you on your writing. Basically, you first need a reason to attack me. It can be almost anything. Religion, profit, insane leaders, "Your nation is opressive!", etc. Oh, and OOC means Out-Of-Character. IC means In-Character.

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(OCC: Sorry I didn't see this for awhile. Curiosity, do you have a map?)

IC:
After another day of keeping his struggling rgion, Sa Caleta, from not dissappearing, El Presidente just wanted to sink into his lazy boy recliner and zone out in fornt of the tube. As usual, it was crucial for El Presidente to catch up on the global news. On his favorite news network, MNN, El President became engrossed about a story on a small island in Pythogria, Caraj Island. Thinking about his upcoming vacation, he mentally noted that this tropical paradise might be the well neede get away he was looking for.

Suddenly, El Presidente spilled his Diet Cherry Vanilla Dr. Pepper all over himself. He couldn't believe hi eyes! At the end of the news report on Caraj Island, there had been a ten second clip about how tourists could go hunting on a massive monkey farm! This could not stand, especially for a nation so dedicated to the cause of the monkey. El Presidente stormed to the triangle office, yelling at his personal secretary to alert the military of a high priority mission.

Minutes later, El Presidente sat down with his small cabinet. Don Diglio was pleaing with a resolute Presidente that this was a time for diplomatic talks, possibly sanctions. El Presidente would have nothing of it. Just then, Gunner McGrieger, the commander of the joint forces, came bursting in. Already briefed on the mission, McGrieger laided out his plan to El Presidente. "Sir, I believe we must send in our strike force to Caraj Island to put an immediate end to these gross abuses. I am positive out staunch ally, The Ongoing Argument of Mahria, will aide us in our endeavor. I will activate our strike force immedieatly so they will be able to reach the hell hole of Caraj Island in one week. All per your orders of course, sir."

El Presidente simply nodded, and The Republic of Monkey Fights was off to free some more monkeys.

Strike Force Consists of:

M120 George Crook IFV (2)

10 M1A3 Abrams Medium Tanks

5,000 M.F. Marines


Official Telegram to The Ongoing Argument of Mahria

As our biggest ally, we request your support in our mission of the liberation of monkeys in Pythogria, on Caraj Island. We are looking forward to your reply.

Humbly
MF


(OOC: more details on military to come, I'm thinking make this like a Grenada size thing, more to come. Comments also on how I could improve are welcomed)

“Monkey hunting.” Mahrias Prime Minister, Yel Rek, spoke in a voice as deadpan as a computer doing standup.

“Monkey hunting,” grimly nodded his briefer for the day. The young intern had drawn the short straw, and had to be the one to break this peculiar news to the Prime Minister..

“Monkeys?” he asked again, incredulous.

His briefer shrugged. “That’s what they tell me, sir.” The PM shook his head, bewildered. “Thank you, Miss Kiv. You may go.”

Minister Rek turned the unfortunate situation over in his mind. He certainly had been rather cool with Monkey Fights lately. His government had been accused in the press, and (diplomatically, of course) by the Ambassador of ignoring the needs of a necessarily close ally.

“T’hell with it. We’ll have to intervene. Why didn’t the hotheads wait to negotiate? ” he grumbled to himself. He hit the intercom button-maybe a little harder than necessary. “Margaret! Get somebody from Defence up here, as soon as possible. We’ve got to start talking numbers. Bump the union leaders appointment, if you can. This may take a while…”

And OOC:

my apologies about the delay. The awkward demands of the real world and it's math tests have been occupying my time lately.

OOC: Sorry, no map. But any monkey hunting thing you'd find would be illegal. Oh well, I'll accept it. Now, no message was sent to me, so I really can't respond IC yet. Once you declare war I can.

OOC: ah, good point. My apologies. Well, that's why we're in "training," eh?


The Prime Minister felt as politically safe as he could have, under the circumstances. Pythogria was remarkably unpopular lately in any case, after it's intervention in The Peoples Freedom.

Comforting himself with that, he took a deep breath and stood to address the emergency session of Parliament.

Debate was mercifully short. The governing coalition had enough votes to force the bill through quickly. It contained a mere two clauses: firstly, it declared a formal state of war between the Ongoing Argument and Pythogria. The second authorized, "Military intervention on the island known as Caraj in support of close allies." Nobody wanted to directly tell the electorate they were going to war over monkeys...



Some distance away, at MFB (Mahrian Forces Base) Green Island, eigthy parachutists from Panther Squadron were gearing up. This group, their transport plane and a pair of supporting helicopters were set to rendezvous with the forces despatched by Monkey Fights four days before arrival at Caraj. All were grumbling about how much warning was being given.

The single mid-size ship tasked with defending the attack force seemed awfully small next to Pythogrias forces...

---Imperial Palace---

The Chief Advisor, John Rik'Tar, looked over the morning sattelie photos. "Sir, it seems there's a Mahrian force, outside our borders. Ammasing."

The Supreme General of Pythogria, Khonsu Izakabad, looked up from his breakfast of bacon and eggs. "Really? Hmm... Ask them what they're doing."

"OK, sir."

To: Mahria

From: Pythogria

It seems a group of your naval fores is ammasing outside Pythogrian borders. We ask, why are they here, and, if they are going to attack us. Don't deny it. We've seen it with our sattelites.

The Mahrian commander skimmed the message that had been relayed to him. His response was simple, "We are here as part of a coalition force with the Republic of Monkey Fights. Our objectives are limited, but we will accept no interference with them." The commanders voice was strong, showing no hesitation. He signed off brusquely.

Damnfool politicians, he snarled to himself, them and their moronic invasions. Godsdamn monkeys.

The Mahrian commander skimmed the message that had been relayed to him. His response was simple, "We are here as part of a coalition force with the Republic of Monkey Fights. Our objectives are limited, but we will accept no interference with them." The commanders voice was strong, showing no hesitation. He signed off brusquely.

Damnfool politicians, he snarled to himself, them and their moronic invasions. Godsdamn monkeys.

"Pythogria wishes you to get away from our borders. Leave now or we may retaliate."

The 5th Imperial Fleet, by any standard large, sailed up to the border.

"El President, the liberation force size I quoted earlier was, well, way off target" sighed Gunner McGrieger. "It seems this operatio will have to be on a smaller scale, relying on the MF navy to provide support. 5,000 men in not logistacilly possible." And insane, thought the war-hardened general. "We're going to treat this mission as a quick one. Joined with our allies, who are providing eighty elite para-troopers, we're going to send in 280 of our own special forces. On the sea, there will be providing 2 CG-47 Ticonderoga class ships, 1 SSN-594 Permit class sub, a cargo freighter (to carry the suplies and liberated monkeys), and one LSD-36 Anchorage class, in case of neccesary deployment. Our objective is to be in and out in no more than 3 days, with minimal casualties. Our ships are already on their way and will meet up with Mahrian forces en route."

"Very well" exclaimed El Presidente, "Brief me once the mission commences."

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Official telegram to Mahria (secret)

We thank you fo your aid in such a time. Our forces are expecting to meet up with your deployment en route, where they can finalize their mission. We will notify Pythogria of our intentions.Thank ou for bearing with our eccentric Presidente, may this conflict result in peace.

We are notifying Pythogria of the approaching ships, but are insisting they are for peaceful inspections. Do not disclose our true ambitions!

Don Diglio
Secretry of Foreign Affairs
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Official Telegram to Pythogria

Pythogria,
Monkey Fights, as well as its ally, Mahria, are conductiong an investigation into abuses on your small island of Caraj. There are know plans for invasion or attack. The reason you see our navy ships is soley our allies ship, and soon ours, is because we want to ensure the security of our inspectors. Mahria was a tad confussed as to the intent of these proceedings, being a little quick to his guns. May this process proceed peacefully.

Don Diglio
Secretry of Foreign Affairs
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(OOC: I know the idea of Monkey Hunting is kinda weird but it was the first thing I could think of. Comment if anything should be changed, improved or if there are mistakes, thanks)

The Mahrian Prime Minister looked up from the telegram he'd received from Diglio. He knew Don Diglio as a reasonable man.

"Eccentric my ass..." he growled to himself, "The mans a foaming-mouthed maniac."


Back on the edges of Pythogrias territorial waters, the situation remained tense. The 5th Imperial fleet was actually within sight of the Mahrians, who started a slight withdrawal.

Individual officers had complained of the appearance of a retreat, but the commander had held firm. "We can't take this lot on without those lunatics we're allied with," he'd said with finality. " They should be here quick-damn quick, if they caught our transmission-but not soon enough to pull our asses out when it comes to violence. We'll return after they finally catch up."

The pride of Mahria started it's sauntering retreat. "Retreat?" they seemed to say, "Never! It's just... sunnier, over this way."

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Official Telegram to Pythogria

Pythogria,
Monkey Fights, as well as its ally, Mahria, are conductiong an investigation into abuses on your small island of Caraj. There are know plans for invasion or attack. The reason you see our navy ships is soley our allies ship, and soon ours, is because we want to ensure the security of our inspectors. Mahria was a tad confussed as to the intent of these proceedings, being a little quick to his guns. May this process proceed peacefully.

Don Diglio
Secretry of Foreign Affairs
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(OOC: I know the idea of Monkey Hunting is kinda weird but it was the first thing I could think of. Comment if anything should be changed, improved or if there are mistakes, thanks)

OOC: It works.

IC:

To: Monkey Fights

From: Pythogria

No abuses have occured on Caraj, unless perfectly normal police operations are abusive. No Monkey Fightian inspector will enter Pythogria. You have your warning.

-Foriegn Affairs Bureau

---Imperial Palace---

"What kind of maniacs are we dealing with...?"

"Very maniacal ones, sir."

OOC: Don was calling the MF president eccentric, not Mahria's.


As the MF navy (all 5 ships) approached its target, they met up with the sole Mahrian ship. It seemed to be retreating. Admiral G. Brooks was beginning to wonder what kind of patheitc allies were sent to assist him, though soon he saw the looming mass of the 5th Imperial Fleet just over the crest of the horizon. Understanding the graveity of the situation, Brooks sent a SH-60 Sea Hawk (1 of 10 on the LSD-36 Anchorage class ship) to the officers of the Mahria of Maria's ship, hoping to arrange a meeting as soon as possible. Mean while he commanded his ships to hold their water until further developments.

Under the waves, MF's single attack sub was released to scout the shore and harbor of Caraj, widely skirting the sonar of the 5th imperial fleet.

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Telegram to Pythogria

We understand your concern, and shall keep our ships at bay, but cannot turn back without refueling and resupplying. We request permission to stay off your shores for a matter of days until our fleet is prepared to travel again. While we are here, we request permission to fly in a couple of inspectors soley to observe the 'monkey farm' in question.

Gunner McGrieger
Commander of the Joint Forces
MF

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