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Mobilisation order to Bronidium forces:
The nation of Jenrak has for too long threatened our interests and our peace loving way of life, their planes encroach on our air space, their spies and false priests try to ensnare our people into lies and heresy and they steal our markets and our liverlyhoods. But no more can we stand idly by and see the horrors they inflict upon the world for on today this hallowed day we mobilise to meet the Jenrak menace. Fear not brave warriors of Bronidium while they are many we are strong with right on our side. How can we fail with the gods by our sides and the First citizen leading us on to glory!

All Hail Brondonia!

(OOC hope that wasn't too over the top for you)

16:00 Zulu
Off the Coast of Bronidium
ZAFT Military carrier Groups Justice and Freedom

Commander Murrue Ramius Captain of the Freedom carrier stood on her bridge "Captain incoming message from Bronidium its on a international channal" the officer at the comm. said "lets hear it" she responded
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Mobilisation order to Bronidium forces:
The nation of Jenrak has for too long threatened our interests and our peace loving way of life, their planes encroach on our air space, their spies and false priests try to ensnare our people into lies and heresy and they steal our markets and our liverlyhoods. But no more can we stand idly by and see the horrors they inflict upon the world for on today this hallowed day we mobilise to meet the Jenrak menace. Fear not brave warriors of Bronidium while they are many we are strong with right on our side. How can we fail with the gods by our sides and the First citizen leading us on to glory!

All Hail Brondonia!
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"Send this back to the Supreme Council they will want too know about this" she qucikly said "yes ma'am" was the response

Gods have better things to do than aid you in your vaunted invasion. If you touch Jenrakian soil, you will die on Jenrakian soil.
~~Saerus Annirak to Bronidium Government

Also picking the transmission up on the internation channel informers soon tell President Bowen of the news.

"What shall we do Sir?

"Send a transmission to Jenrak see if he needs help."

"Yes Sir!"

"Another war brewing", siad the messenger lazily. The weather was cooling down, but it was sitll quite hot.

"What about", asked Alvin. HGe had finally got someone to get an air conditioner, but it was too effective and he shivered with cold when it was on.

"Sometihng aobut encroaching airspace nad lies and stuff", said the messenger.

"We should get a weaker air conditioner, so we can think more clearly", said Alvin. "Until then, observe thr situation as best you can".

Message from the First Citizen to the people of Bronidium:

My people I have sollum news that Jenrak that home of depravity and heresy has mocked our gods (may they watch over us) and threatened our glorius nation. I must call upon you all to look deep into your selves and think, are you ready to answer the call to defend our nation, our way of life, our familys and loved ones against the despotic Jenrakian hordes. If you are ready please do all you can to aid your nation in this dark and troubled time, work hard to retool the factories to produce much needed war materials, help with public defence projects, watch for Jerakian spies and infiltrators and for those of you brave enough join our glorius armed forces.

My people there are dark days ahead but have faith believe in our victory and it will be so.

All hail Bronidium may the Gods watch over us all

Naharank Arm

Mobile Factories and entire camps trudged along the sandy deserts, the thick umbrellas waving in the windless climate, not a single tree or lichen of green to grace their paths to any possible creek or river. Nothing but a sea of sand and dunes, noxious fumes of a pale green assortment blasted with fury from the geysers nearby, small clouds lifting up into the sky with fury. At the sky itself, a large canopy of sea blue was painted over it crudely, as white and pale green clouds drifted by aimlessly, carelessly and extremely slowly. Far off, the deserts could be seen as far as the gripping horizon allowed, as uneven and as dank as it was. They were in the final stretch of Naharank, the last mobilisation for the finishing touches of the large fortification building that was commenced after the capture of Nakros Ithrimm. Nakros Ithrimm was the far-off city, the city of foreigners, as it was literally labelled, a massive battlement of a bustling metropolis in age-old Jagada, recently ‘cleansed’ by the Kraven Corporation. Yet the small slice Jenrak took as its booty, the city of Malaga, became Jenrakian, became Nakros Ithrimm, and in it the sandy beaches and beautiful decorations of the large spires of metal long gone, nothing left behind but a ravaged and chaotic land.

Built upon soil drenched in the blood of their Jagadian foes, Nakros Ithrimm was now a massive trade center for Jenrak and the western world, and in fact, it was this addition that allowed an advancement to their Vizi-Turrets, now lined along the coastlines of the Argus Islands. The Argus were a series of Islands, four major ones with tall cliffs and crashing rocks that did not allow infantry to board in a shoreline combat, yet it was stocked with tunnels and caves underneath which lead nowhere, providing powerful and covered supply routes for the massive Naval fleet that Jenrak sired in great labour and steel. With waves crashing on its cliffs, the whitecaps brushing softly and then harshly against the stone of the Argus, it was the first of many natural defences on the way to Haasdra, the silver city.

Haasdra was a massive place, lined with turrets on its outside, a massive castle in itself, as citadels and keeps laced alongside modern architecture, Machine Gun nests sitting happily beside ancient murder holes, thick and curved with blood of ancient foes still painted on their insides. Along the city, it was nothing but connected by a series of swift railways, a lush green fauna shown in the harsh desert-wasteland combination climate, allowing this paradise to prosper by its connection to the Viraigius river, linking to the delta of the province of Jeviz’Kraa. Yet, the factories marched through the desert to Scion, to put their forces together and begin the defence of Jenrak. Marching still, the people obediently trekked through, listening as crackling beasts and shifting sands taunted and leered, the sweat from each worker pouring out in buckets to supplement the growing heat.

The temperature was defiant against them, the sands like knives on their soft feet as wrapped fine linen covered their heat and whirring fans behind them forced them to move on. Soldiers whom were enduring much like their cargo were in the unbearable heat as well, yet they were used to such horrid conditions in their homeland – it was usual in their training. Each wearing a dull silver bracelet on their uniform, unique to each soldier, with a long Jenrakian rifle in their arms, thick armour near their chest and thinning uniforms around their legs and arms, their face was covered by a black mask and their bodies entirely covered in a thin plastic-like coating. However, this heat made it horrible for them to be in such a uniform, but they did not complain. They only listened, and they only marched on like they were told to. An ocean of footprints were their only remains.

This trek was indeed an arduous one, to bring them to many falling times, but it was crucial this last piece went – otherwise it would not be a full power that Jenrak’s children would defend their forefathers’ lands. The Temsplace were waiting in the ends of Scion, their massive and immeasurable army collected together, Siren companions with them.

They were large, cumbersome, immense, those Temsplace were. They adorned long and tall helms of stone and metal, wires connected onto their armour and placed in a twisting web-like pattern to allow them mobility and speed in such a heavy armour. Reinforced with steel and adamant armour, they carried long massive blades and shoulder mounted rockets, each identical and as bright as their fervour and their fanaticism. They loyalty unquestioned, their beliefs unbroken, they were the Holiest of all warriors in the wastelands of Jenrak, and unlike most of the soldiers on the trek to Scion, where these powerful soldiers were waiting, they were not affected by the heat. They were sweating and fuming like all other soldiers in the gripping heat, yet they ignored it, they stayed alert, they stayed awake, strength as powerful as it was when they entered into their armour. Row upon row, column by column, they stood like a blue wave of unwavering power, a monument that shook and waved in the blowing of the frequent Scion winds.

Behind these giant beings, smaller and black-clad soldiers stood, their muscles rippling beneath their thin black armour, their fingers straight and their stares identical as it was hooked towards a large podium. They carried black sleek visors and Jenrakian Longbow rifles, small wires tapping down into their fingers, occasional sparks flying off to keep them trigger-happy and alert. Right now, there was not a single shock going through a single one, and they were sweating profusely, but a black curtain-like object covered over the massive army immediately. From the shaded podium, a large wooden object that was glazed in red carpet, a dark purplish Temsplace rising up, his colours different than that of the Gold, Silver or Azure Temsplaces standing obediently in the army’s crowds.

His arms up, the crowd immediately was in a massive chant, billowing and growing in their fervour, their wanton feverish loyalty unmatched and unbelievably unbreakable. “My brothers! Brothers of all Jenrak’s womb!” He yelled, as the Temsplace and the Sirens continued their shriek, though with disapproval this time. The Purple Temsplace nodded. In a raucous choir, he roared in a deep, echoing singing voice.

Deuo, rie bei bei rie bei
Sil no deuo rie
Deuo, nieu sie nie bei bei
Oooh, Oooh rie sian nie
Egos sie nien sie nien

Ihrah nia die
Iei, iei riano sahra ni
Sie, iei eion sie

The Temsplace cheered as the Sirens stood still, their hands crossed abroad their chests as their rifles were still perched around their fingers.

Deuo, rie bei bei rie bei
Sil no deuo rie
Deuo, nieu sie nie bei bei
Iei soron do, sarhir ni
Sie, iei
Oooh, Oooh rie sian nie
Egos sie nien sie nien

The Purple Temsplace smiled behind his helmet at the end, though nobody could see his face – just a man draped in stone. From his velvet armour, he lifted his arms, in a strong conviction, and belted out words that echoed like an earthquake of great intensity.

“Ishui mirunnai! (My brothers!)” He yelped with courage, as the Temsplace and the Siren began to all cheer and ready their weapons. “Kaharanuhk nahk miruna! (As of this morning, a new enemy comes to our lands! We must repel their sword with ours!)”

“Aruhk nahk ishan Vizith kuhn. Kharanuhk soorian duun dashiinnn duun tsellia! Hiero kaherun! Vizith jaaz’kraa! Sasz Kierun Nahk! Haasdra Kerenuk!

(In this moment, they bring nothing but woe and pain, and they wish to kill for what? For dear Lord Enkur, nothing! Such blatancy must be met swiftly with retribution. This is Lord Enkur’s gift to us, and we are not giving it up! Enkur be with us! For in us, Haasdra prospers to all, and in battles may we find victory!)”

In this quick moment, they raised their fists, shouted and clamoured, banging their swords and shaking their shields, the clattering almost rhythmic, almost like music to ears of those who had not heard the chant of Jenrakian war. On the beaches, on each cliff that touched seawater, Vizi-Turrets were being set up, their long winding necks on stiff supports, their heated cannons ready, and their land-based counterparts deeper within the country’s dangerous secrets.

Haasdra

At Haasdra, there was a large dome-like structure situated on the cliff tops of the city’s mountainous backdrop, situated above a large stone curtain of buildings and massive precipices. Citadels with hundreds of towers and battlements like knives piercing with defiance into the sky were etched, sitting amongst winding and turning buildings that were shaped more like shells than dwellings. A thick black river rushed beside the city’s smog of industrialisation, small tunnels underground like railways allowing people to travel and converse freely, tourists looking in awe as the immense statues and gargantuan structures constructed eons ago made them gasp and shudder in delight. The sun broke early on its stern face, the light piercing softly as the warm gaze of a blatant heat slivering over the mountains and onto the dome-like structure, its glass top allowing the rays of the sun to pierce every corner of the city of Haasdra, kilometres upon kilometres wide.

A thick ravine along its western edge separated the noxious gasses that roamed freely and with malice outside of Haasdra. Puddles of blood and immense stakes on the horrid wastelands allowed no end to the muddy climate, still hot and crackling in the heat, which was now growing to insane lengths. From this dome-like structure, inside its cavernous mouth, long draped red curtains fell over the windows that shocked upon the city, a swift glaze of paint crudely on its floor, twisting velvet carpets lined like an octopus towards a large circular room. In this room, a massive contingent of immense men were placed, battalions standing about in their guard of their Lords. From the front of the crowd of nobles, six massive figures, all donning the traditional Temsplace armour save for the smallest, a silver haired women of impeccable beauty, sat quietly. At the end, the seventh chair that was laced in white chalk and gold, a small crystal skull etched onto the foot of the chair, as a moderate fire crackled in the middle of the room.

The levels of the chamber were higher at the edge, where the door introduced the room, yet it began to go down as the stairs reached the center, nothing but a billowing blaze the result. Each on their respective chairs, the Six figures sat, squabbling and speaking amongst themselves like animals, waiting for the arrival of the seventh master. They chattered amongst themselves again, the soldiers and Temsplace guards standing still, the cold breeze of the room allowing them to snap their fingers near the fire to gain a soft and glowing heat.

On one of the chairs, a golden figure laced in silver drenches sat, his armour like bone and his body large, muscles rippling as his helm was taken off, revealing a scarred but wholehearted man, his eyes green with a soft temperament and his head without hair. He had a thick, square jaw, and his body was in peak physical condition, small cuts running down his chest beneath his armour, his long fingers coated in gauntlets as golden and as bony as his armour. A shoulder mounted rocket launcher sat at his foot, as you can see the small tiny rockets inside, ready to be fired and ejected from their berths. This was the Golden Patriarch, a man of immense military power, though he barely fought on the front lines, he was responsible for the management of offensive strikes. Leading his armies into what was once Jagada, the Golden Patriarch’s greatest accomplishment was the defence and effective capture of Nakros Ithrimm from possible invaders. A smart man, cunning and swift, he had a soft heart for the ones who suffered, yet his ferocity was powerful and overwhelming at times.

He was talking vigorously to a black armoured Temsplace, his arms thick and massive beneath the enormous armour, his face hidden, like all Temsplace, by a large helmet that wreathed across like a crown of stone. The holy insignias on his armour, drenched in a beautiful diamond white, his form much smaller, yet still quite large, he stretched his short fingers across, a massive sword three times his width and length shining on his left leg. No scars or cuts were visible by this man, yet his whole body was covered in his armour, and unlike the Golden Patriarch, he did not take any off for the sake of heat. On his arm, his name was inscribed in utmost detail, swirling and twisting about. Sly’lioth was his name, as he chatted and conversed with the Golden Patriarch.

“Many forces have been assigned to the defence of Jenrak, Sly’lioth.” The Goldne Patriarch murmured with comfort.

“This comes from a man who does not fight on the front lines that often.” Sly’lioth snapped back. He showed no signs of anger, but there was a glint of annoyance in his tone.

“Don’t try to test me, Sly’lioth.”

“Haha, I could test you all I want, Gihurdun.”

“Where is Annirak? He is late.”

“He does have a family, you know. His children have school, his wife, Enkur knows what his wife does in her spare time.”

“I did not know he had children.”

“He has an heir. Therefore I am assuming he does have children.”

“I see. A blood heir? Or one installed by Authaulus?”

“He can hear you right now, Gihurdun.”

“Authaulus is blind and deaf, he can’t hear me.”

“On contrary, I can.” A deep, powerful voice said, followed by raucous chuckling from the women he was talking to. The Largest Temsplace on Earth, Authaulus was like a tower of strength and immense power, always leading the front lines and never wavering in his decisions. Utterly faithful in his country, his church, and his people, Authaulus the Great was a giant, with no hyperbole of opinion. He spoke with the perfect voice of one who could easily install faith and belief, conviction and sanctuary through merely sound of words. The greatest of the Temsplace of his age, this massive man looked upon the two with fervent eyes behind his Temsplace helmet, a dark smoke-blue, like the ocean after a soft dusk. There was a strong and undeniable aura of control emanating from him, and the other two nodded in their confirmation of his presence. Authaulus carried a long, thick, smooth and finely crafted sword at his feet, small holes on its hilt, as steaming bullets laid inside. An innovation of his own, they adopted the HE rounds given to them from the Transylvania, purchased by Annirak’s good will. Not only being of immense and unbelievable strength, Authaulus was uncannily smart, his mind like a computer of great power, his reactions swift and his cunning knowing no bounds. To make it even more dangerous to cross this valiant man, he had strong ties to politics – his own brother, Saerus Annirak, was king. King of Jenrak in name and power, with no authority against him. Authaulus was deeply rooted in his power, and he would not give it up for anybody, or any obstacle. Always a great hero, he gained the favour of t he people decades ago, and it never has yet waned. In charge of both the campaigns against Sanduras and Rithman-naar, he gave to Jenrak two larger empires than itself, increasing the size of his people’s country to greater lengths, giving them greater slaves and offering them greater wealth beyond all thoughts possible. He was a well mannered man, if sometimes a bit harsh in his words.

“Do not assume me deaf.” He said coldly, as Sly’lioth nodded, and then chuckled slightly.

Turning back, he went to talking to the vibrant silver haired women, her eyes blue and her skin soft but slightly pale, donning no armour, but a simple uniform that covered her from foot to finger. A long sword on her heel, a rifle on her other heel, she carried small, but intense red lips, simple earrings worn and a sleek, lithe body that did not show behind the unrevealing uniform. A bracelet of emerald on her wrist, she nodded and spoke with a careful and soft voice.

“I have Rith Lihure tanks coming up the Viraigius River. They’ve numbered to two thousand tanks, though it should be enough. The sheer power of these things are incredible.” This woman said with a soft, careless voice.

“How did you create Lihure tanks? We don’t have any tanks to build from.” Authaulus said, suspecting something.

“I purchased an Abrams tank from the Transylvania. With it, I sent it to Rithman-naar so they could modify it and meld it together with our existing Vizi-Turret technology. This allows a quick, mobile and extremely heavy tank that could be a support for our own tanks.” The woman said with an admirable tone in her voice. This women was Rashkta, the Sadicistra leader, her voice soft but her hunger undeniable. She was a dark figure in Jenrakian politics, known infamously for consuming criminals freshly executed, and then some of them alive as a means of punishment. Sometimes she forced her prey to consume themselves in a sick, twisted pleasure, and despite her fair and proper manner beneath her beautiful glamour and veil, this woman was a dangerous foe, both politically and in war. Responsible for many massacres in her tie, Rashkta controlled the lethal and elite Sadicistra, the cannibal soldiers that fought with unrivalled brutality. In charge of the Aursauk, the murderous orphans of Jenrak, she proved she was not above using cunning and unorthodox tactics to achieve any level of victory needed.

As the squabbling and chatter continued, the final guest came, the King himself, walking through the doors as the amethyst armour with him began to shine brightly and his sword on his jewel encrusted hands were in their black obsidian-like armour. A helmet cold and skull shaped perched safely in his left arm, the King’s face was clearly visible. His features divine, his face nothing but a glimmer of what a king should look like – he was a tall, muscular but perfectly proportioned man, thin but still with muscle rippling on his bones and sinew. His face was stern, his body clean and now without a single marking or tattoo, as was once customary for the King to be etched with authority. Fingers fairly long, perched as his sword was carried straight, this man sat down, a long red cape like wings as it fluttered around majestically. Looking around, the King, Saerus, waited slightly as the six council members quietened down, the other Lords looking on.

“What is the situation of the declaration by the enemy?” Saerus asked his council, who looked at each other. His voice was soft, and caring, showing signs of possible pity at the lives that could be lost, yet it hardened when he waited for them to reply.

“Forces from Sanduras are being mobilised. Maraclus is sending units down from the North is assist us in the defence of the homeland. He still has a strong position available.”

“I see. How is the condition of this force?” Saerus asked, looking about.

“Fine condition. Hardened after years of experience, mobilisation prepared.” Authaulus told his brother with an automatic voice in his reply.

“Good. Very good. What about our Vizi-Turrets and our communications?”

“Primary Communications online for quick sense, outposts prepared ad Vizi-Turret forces ready to launch against the enemy. Secondary and Tertiary communications ready in case of enemy Radar Jamming.”

“Good. Biological units?”

“Enkur’s Tear prepared for field Commanders and Generals. Vizoth VI Gas prepared, all soldiers vaccinated. The Black fog is prepared to fight, and Project Sunlight is finished. We can begin the attack with the gasses immediately, if needed.”

“Vaccine and cures for it are ready?”

“All soldiers are ready to fight against them, and the vaccinations they all received are finished. We still have an excess of darkness, and the people are prepared in the knowledge of such chemical warfare.”

“Choking gasses?”

“None that can be properly avoided, though we do have suits to get them ready. If we launch them, then we could go and fight properly.”

“The night would not make things cooler. We fight during the day, but we encompass it in night. Guerilla warfare is launched if they gained a foothold in one of our cities, we cannot risk Jenrakian monuments to be destroyed.”

“Ah, but Sly’lioth, if you remember, your defence at Sasz Kerenuk was not that brilliant to begin with.”

“I am not one to joke about with words, Kazirkahn.”

“I know, but you should really – ”

“Silence. We must have this council proper and ready for war. Rashkta, what is the commitment of the Sadicistra and the Aursauk?”

“My children can commit their full strength, Saerus. I have moved them to Delidrias for the final mobilisation against them. If the enemy does gain a foothold, launch the night gasses and I will make sure my children make short work of them. Let’s see how well they fight against children who know how to move in such dark and heated climates.”

“Indeed. Can you move a legion of Sadicistra to the southern sectors in Rithman-naar?”

“What for?”

“To prevent any possible Jagadian invasion.”

“Could we have them as a friend? We did in fact save some of their people by not killing off the Jagadians in Nakros Ithrimm.”

“You mean Malaga?”

“Of course, but it is Jenrakian soil now.”

“Indeed, yet I have no means to contact them by.”

“Ah, then I can commit a few battalions to the southern ends into Rithman-naar. What about my Lihure tanks?”

“I have seen the performance of the Lihure tanks, and they are quite a valuable essence. I will have them be tested in this war with the Temsplace. Sly’lioth, Authaulus, are there any conditions against this?” Saerus asked to Authaulus and Sly’lioth, whom both shook their heads, though it could be barely seen behind their thickening armour.

“We will allow such a new force to assist us.”

“I have no obligations against it.”

“Then it is good. What about the Sirens and the SBP?”

“Sword-bearers are getting ready, their new technologies almost complete. Siren forces are perfecting their trajectories, and we are almost prepared to defeat them. We have massed a large force outside the edge of the city of Ouridna. If the port city is attacked, we will reply with compounding strength.”

“So be it. Jenrak is officially at war. We will defend this nation with our lives.”

A Message to All Nations
Have you ever found it interesting that they have not unearthed a single spy plane, or caught a single spy? Because there is none.
The Bronidium Government is nothing but a corrupt bureaucratic mess whom wishes to place their country in jeopardy and feed off lives of their people just so they can divert the world away from their problems, and blame us. We have never had any prospect of invasion, or any form of aggression against the Bronidiums.

All the information compiled from them are nothing but faulty and unapproved, and all our forces are completely loyal to the ideal of peace. As stated earlier, if there any aggression against Jenrakian citizens or any assault on Jenrakian soil, then we will bury your dead here. We will honour your men who will die here, for they are loyal enough to follow such a wracking grief of a government.

You have been warned, Bronidium Government. As of now, the Jenrakian army is in full mobilisation. If you attack, you will be guaranteed death here.

Nations of the world, do not listen to their lies.

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09:30 Zulu
Aprilius Province
Supreme Council of Spit Break

Gilbert Durandal sat in his chair as he watched the rest of the council discuss the situation

"those damn Bronidium how can they think god is on there side?"
"but you cant deny the situation they were in"
"that still doesn't mean it has to be war"
"if they go one micro meter into Jerak territory we will move in"
"Mr.Chairman with all do respect is that wise?"
"yes it is have the Freedom and Justice carrier Groups meet up with the Arch Angel Carrier group put them in international waters within a quick response time got that patrick?"
"yes Mr.Chairman should i send a message to Jenrak so they dont attack us?"
"of course, well now that that is over with on to other issues....."

Official message to Jenrak
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We have currently dispatched three carrier groups to the water out side your nation. If Bronidium moves in on your nation we will intervine to help you.

Signed

Gilbert Durandal Chairman of the Supreme Council of Spit Break
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OOC: Yeah, sorry for short post here, but I'm a tad busy, with my reference guide and the NFL Draft...

IC: Lord Droma laughed at the escalating incident between Bronidium and Jenrak...however, Jenrak's imperialist message to all nations of the world did seem a bit threatening to the expansionist policy of the Dominion. Time to teach those upstart Jenrakians a...subtle...lesson in trying to threaten others. Maybe an invasion, enslavement of their people, and extermination of their government would do the trick...but Droma knew better than the brash Bronidium fools than to publically open up about his standings so early before movements had been accomplished. However, a message could be sent to Bronidium, at least.

Encrypted Communication

To the Bronidium War Council

The Amazonian Dominion plans on assisting your forces in the war against Jenrak, we are insulted by their imperialist transmission to the world. Our forces shall supplement yours, but we will not officially state our position to the world until a suitable time.

-Dominion Ministry of War

From the Council of Bronidium to the world:
Jenrak says we lie about their actions, that we are using war to cover for our nations problems. We say this, we haven't acted against those that act against us for as it says in the book of Uden "it is better not act at all then to act and have your actions prove your fears". This is why we haven't shot down their planes or rounded up their citizens..... yet. However if they continue their actions it shall be considered a declaration of war. We have been fully open about our preparations for our nations active defence can the same be said about our opponents.

Secure transmission to Amazonian beasts:
Your offer of aid is greatfully recieved may the gods look happily on our two peoples alliance.

[OOC: Before I do anything, I need to know exactly what you consider MT, Jenrak. You seem to have some pretty unorthodox, non typical weaponry in your employ (Vizi-turrets and such) Usually, I employ light power armor, railgun artillery, cybernetic augmented soldiers and such but that's not usually considered MT. I just want to know what is acceptable and what is not.]

OOC: I basicly think that if its not either around today or directly (and easily developable) from the tech of today then no.

Think is it very likerly to be developed in the next 5-10 years if not it PMT or FT

also I have questions about some of your tech as well (again the turrets and also your modified abrahms)

OOC: i agree with them i mean i use Linear guns but there just Rail guns that can also fire gun powder shells

"Breaking news: Jenrakian explosives were used in the latest bombing of th..."

"The documents were found on a recent raid of the religious terrorists bases... Jenrak has not yet commented on th..."

"A CCN special: Why Jenrak has always been against Chellis. Back in the days of the ol...."

"Those jenrakian bastards killed my kids! You fucking killed them! Why? Why!?"

The circuits were buzzing with the latest development.

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The ships were being readied. Fleets already near Jenrak were to move closer, while the fleets at home, the majority of the navy, were to begin loading up. Chellis didn't want to throw the entire army at jenrak, not even the full force of the professional army alone. Chellis no longer had the great generals, the ones who had walked across nations and proclaimed them chellian, without trouble, without dissent.

The ships would take a bit to arrive near jenrak, especially the ones loading up in port. It would be a very hard task to load up 30 or so divisions of troops and move them such great distances, as well as keeping them supplied. However, chellis was an economic giant, and was already making deal with closer countries to provide supplies at a very good cost.

This would be an air war, in the minds of the council. While the carrier groups would be very well protected at sea, with everything from frigates to AEGIS and submarines, the carriers themselves would be the main part of the attack. Luckily for chellis, it had produced a large number of the different types of military aircraft in the world, so DACT was easy for it.

The main aircraft in this battle would be the chellian Rafale F4. While Chellian aircraft had been improving slowly, and the L-2 Interceptor was about to come into full service, the Rafale existed in the high thousands, most chellian pilots able to use it. Mass produced as it was, the Rafale was incredibly cheap for Chellis, and it was simply seen as a very capable, yet expendable aircraft.

The Q-72 was a long development of the old V-121; Speed was taken off emphasis, as payload and information warfare were prioritized. Able to carry about 38 tons of ordinance, the agile wing-body bomber aircraft has a max speed of about mach 1.5, and an electronics suite thats incredibly hard to beat. It carries payload internally for the most part, double stacking certain weapons for extra space. It also is capable of ground attack, using small diameter GPS guided bombs or LGB in mass numbers, a flight of Q-72's can potentially take out an armoured division.

Finally, chellis would be able to try out its latest naval toy, the 36 inch naval gun. Using a recoil-less system, the barrel runs across the length of the ship. The rounds are Sabot; in reality, the round that hits the enemy ship is a 9 inch naval round launched with the charge of a 36 inch, giving it incredible range and penetration for a gun. Of course, the gun does have issues with RoF, etc, but the ships are cheap, usually only being manned by about 80 people, and having a loadout of the 36 incher, an exocet surface to surface launcher, and a Mica surface to air launcher.

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To: The Government of Jenrak
From: The Council of Chellis

Chellis has recently found documents showing how government officials of your nation have helped religious terrorists in ours obtain explosive's and chemical weaponry. We do not wish to... presume anything, but we would like to know what jenrak has to say for itself?

BNN (Bronidium News Network):
Fanfare and then playing of the national (Bronidium we will fight with all our might (think loud and thumpy something you can shout along to)) the flag of bronidium surrounded by all the province flags is displayed while the anthem is played fades out to a female news reader wearing a grey uniform with green coller patches (Civil Defence Force).

The headlines today.
Quotas of military production greatly exceeded
New ships launched in record completion time
Thousands flock to join the expanding military
Millions join the new civil defence force and the citizens army.
Friends from over the seas rally to the defence of our fair nation.

OOC: If it can be attainable with the technology today, I'll allow it. Your technology seems a bit farther on, so I can't really allow it unless you tone it down a bit, Ftagn.

IC:

Message to the Spit Break Government:
Very well. All units will be alerted as to not attack ships of your designation.

Message to the Bronidium Government, Public communication:
First, we must ask, why? For what reason should we make a move against the Bronidium Government? For what reason should we have to deploy spies or spy planes? Your country has no importance to us. We have all the land we need, we have all the wealth we need, should we need any more we would simply purchase it or create more trade routes. This is nothing but excuses being thrown out crudely against us.

Official Message to the Chellis Government
Written by Saerus Annirak
As a sign of my good faith, and to prevent a possible feeling that this is an automated message, I have written this letter to the Chellis government personally. Whatever friction there is between both governments is truly not of my understanding, and it could be existing because or before my predecessors. However, I would like to let the Chellian Government know that Jenrak is not responsible for any disorder we have caused.

To add onto it, we have had little, if any contact with your nation, and terrorism in the Jenrakian society is highly a taboo subject. I would find it highly unlikely that any of my officials would indeed have been in league with terrorist actions, for the Tsellia does not preach such insubordinate attitude. I am indeed wondering on whether this is even a possible frame-up against me. Perhaps you are simply trying to find a reason to hurt my people.

Whatever it is, it is not Jenrakian, I assure you.

Spezitaz Italian Cusine, Lebanon
President Scharfe and his Aid sat at a small table in the dimly lit restaurant, dicussing current events. Among them, the AMF destruction of Kraven, San Haven attempting to aquire nuclear weapons, and the invasion of Jagada. A document was handed to Scharfe by his Aid, he opened, and read over it.

"It appears forces of the nations of Bronidium and Chelli are mobilizing. Something to do with our ally of Jenrak." "Jenrak ? I nearly forgot about them. They assisted us in the recovery after Saharistan did they not ?"

"Yes Sir." The Aid was cut short my Scharfe. "They appear to be capable of defending themselves from Bronidium. But at the first sign of larger trouble, let me know. We owe them a favor or two, and I feel like now seems a good time to pay them back." "Of course Sir, i will keep it near the top of our agenda."

A few moments later, there food arrived, and they dug in.

Terra City Air Squadron Base.

Over 550 planes sat alongside the ground at the Air force base. Planes of multiple countries, Van Luxemberg, Spizania, and several other nations laid quitetly under small hangars. A single large hanger to the south lay closed and locked, of the now defunct Green Sun Air Arm. A small light lit the interior, with several planes, boxes and piles of junk littering the interior. Within one of the offices Several Officers sat playing cards. The lock on the main door clicked and swung open, in stepping General Stephen Martin, commander of the Terra City defense force.

"Get Your Asses out of that office and come over here now ! I came to tell you to clean out your flights hangars, our new arrival of Aircraft have arrived."

Flying in overhead came several Dozen of the brand new F-120 Air superiority fighter, arguably the worlds most advanced plane, designed specificly to defeat other next generaton planes of contemporary air forces. The men glanced overhead, and began walking to their hangars.

"So Jeff, im hearing something about a brewing conflict." "Where ?" "Over in Jenrak. I also heard that we may be heading over there." "I dunno, i'm not sure that the government is ready to commit like that."

"Well, i would like to see the Infamous unload on a few enemy ships, haha."
"Is she even complete yet ?" "Yeah, she was finished up yesterday."

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The WNF Infamous was the most ambitious project ever attempted by the Willink Naval Force. She was the worlds largest Monohulled Superdreadnought, outsizing the Questrian's Prince of Wales and the Golden Throne's Feathermores. She also became famous for her gun armaments massive range. Her 20 main 26 inch guns were fitted with Athodyd Shells, utilizing Ramjet assistance to propel them a daunting 375 kilometers, outranging any other naval gun in existance. Her 40 Secondary 8 inch Semi Automatic guns were also extreamly impressive, outranging the modern 16 inch gun, and in some instances 21 inch guns of other navies, evolving the MK 63 Projectile(OOC- Google that), giving them a range of 80 kilometers, and with a stationary accuracy within 80 yards, utilizing GPS guidance. The Ship was over a kilometer long, and featured heavy armor, more than the two closest ship classes in existance. She currently sat off the coast of Willink, recieving a final look over by the Willinkian navy before beginning active service.

"Wow, how the hell didn't i hear about that ?"
Their conversation was cut short, as an F-120 buzzed overhead, and they were forced to run into their hangars to begin moving their F-100J's out, from were they would be taken to the Reserve Station on an Island 60 km north.

~ Devlynia, The People's Congress. Morning.

The Oligarchs were meeting.

It was a comparatively rare occasion, as generally they operated rather separately, each dealing with his or her own department of the massive DPO Government. Now that all five were assembled in the same room, a definite electric force could be felt, as though the raw power the five commanded between them was a tangible substance.

Mira Lavic, the People's Representative for Foreign Affairs, spoke first. She was a short and rather slim, albeit businesslike woman, her hair dyed a startling henna red.

"Mr. Putnyevic, what exactly is going on?"

Aleksander Putnyevic, the People's Representative for Internal Affairs, glanced at an open dossier on his desk. He was the man tasked with ensuring Devlynia's quality of life remained high, a former lawyer, now nearing his sixtieth year. He cleared his throat and said shortly:

"Ever since DNCN showed the hourlong special on oppression in Jenrak, the people have taken to the streets, demanding that we remove the current traditionalist-fascist government there from power."

"And how long has this been going on?"

"Millennia, I believe."

Annelise Arundel, in charge of Administrative Affairs -- a tall blonde woman with a distinctive hairstyle reminding one ever so slightly of a Gorgon -- spoke up next.

"What else do we know about Jenrak?"

"Hmmm... In terms of military, their spending appears to be approximately similar to ours; however, it has been accumulating for a good deal longer. In addition, they are larger than the DPO and, although their economy is weak due to their foolish capitalist policies, they can field many more soldiers." Wladislaw Kupcenyí, People's Representative for Military Affairs, was a distinguished, soft-spoken man. He tossed these lines off matter-of-factly in his fashion.

Kupcenyí spoke again after a second or two. "However, even this slight advantage will be neutralised with the aid of other nations also aiming to attack Jenrak."

"I see," Lavic said thoughtfully, rubbing her chin.

The final Oligarch, Ivano Sturm, in charge of Financial Affairs, cleared his throat unobtrusively. Arundel turned to him, understanding the gesture, and said, "How much will such a war cost?"

"The price tag will definitely be in the trillions," Sturm said. "However, even with the $5 trillion we're using to build the Vistulas, we have plenty of funds left to at least begin such a war, most of them coming from our National Defense yearly surplus of $10.5 trillion."

"Good. Ms. Lavic, I hope you wouldn't mind releasing a statement of condemnation... Mr. Kupcenyí, I think you know what to do."

"Indeed." Kupcenyí twinkled.

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Official DPO Statement

Whereas the Devlynian People's Oligarchy has since time immemorial stood for human rights and economic and social justice;

Whereas such practices do violate those inalienable rights as religious fanaticism and intolerance, genocide, unwarranted use of weapons of mass destruction, or slavery;

Whereas the nation of Jenrak has shown itself to be an active and open participant in all of the above;

Considering that Jenrak also subscribes to the exploitative economic system of fascist capitalism;

The People's Oligarchy:

Condemns the Jenrakian actions defined above as atrocities;

Demands that Jenrak end these ancient barbarous rites and move forward into a more modern, accepting, and tolerant future like so many other nations have, offering civil and political liberties to its oppressed citizens;

Resolves that if the demand is not met within 72 hours, a full embargo shall be placed upon Jenrak;

Resolves that if Jenrakian forces, or those of any nation allied to her, choose to attack DPO forces, a full retaliation will be effected;

Calls upon fellow liberal nations of the world to help the DPO end this madness.

Socialism Forever!

~ The Oligarchs ~

[A glorified *TAG*.]

"Should we respond back?"

"Does it matter?"

----------------------

The loading of the ships was nearing finish. Most of the troops were loaded in, and given all the information on Jenrak they could find; maps of Jenrak, satelite and whatever they could find online, what they knew about their weapons, especially chemical, etc. The troops were to be prepared for just about everything.

It was time to see what nine carrier groups could accomplish.

the ZAFT fleet met up and waited as they monitered the situation

OOC at Jenrak: Well, myomers (artificial muscles) have just been invented...Heh, I'll just substitute EMT guns for railguns and put wheels on my hover tanks etc. I was just wondering about your uber turrets and modified Abrams.

Official Comminique to Jenrak:

Unlike these other upstart nations clamoring to invade your shores, Ftagn makes no false excuse as to our reasons.
You have done nothing against us.
The people of Ftagn have no grudge against you.
Your only crime is that you exist.
You are a threat... and the Emperor sees this moment has an opportunity to seize land and glory for the Imperium.
Your time is at an end, and your false gods will not save you from the coming storm.

Ave Imperator! Ave Dominus Nox!

You write us off too easily Jenrak our forces are well trained and well equiped with the best of european arms, our weapons systems are some of the most advanced ever designed. Also you should fear us for our victory is inevitable for we are blessed by the gods.

OOC: most of my weapons are swedish or from Belgium (they come up with some clever solutions to problems which are often cheaper and more effective then what anyone else comes up with) my MBT is french, my artillary german and my fighter/fighter bomber is cross european.

The ZAFT forces waited "we hold here all hands to condition yellow" the captain ordered

Official Message to the Devlyn
Amusing how you seek to cripple those who cannot be crippled. Your pitiful embargoes are nothing more than a method to displease and anger my allies and my trade routes. You do not understand that I have many fingers in many lands, most notably Sanduras and Rithman-naar. If you try to place an embargo against me, I will merely divert my resources from the sea towards the land, and it will have no effect, little, at most.

However, try and come within a hundred kilometres of Jenrakian soil and I will make the ocean boil for your intrusion and your attempt to change our 'barbaric' ways.

Amusing how we are the ones trying to avoid war, yet you are the ones pushing it.

Authaulus' Message to Ftagn
You shalt taste the blade of Enkur's children, heretic. Our gods are as false as the ground you walk upon, the water you drink from. Without them, you would nto exist and devoid. As of now, once the enemy's invasion has been thwarted, I will personally build a campaign to hunt down you and your people, and I will use whatever means neccessary to destroy them.

Enkur be with us, for he will be against you.

Official reply to the Bronidium Forces
As a sign of good faith, whatever friction there is, the Jenrakian Government would certainly like to hold a conference on all hostile forces to prevent any possible major escalations. If accepted, then there could a stop to this war before it begins, and if not accepted, then never touch Jenrakian shores, and all will be well.

Your begging for peace mearly shows your weakness we shall crush you as the gods demand.

Message to the Bronidium Scum
Perhaps we have been too soft on you. No mercy will be shown on your men now. They have their government to thank for that. Rashkta's Sadicistra enjoy feasting off their corpses.
~~~

From the large and looming tower of Zarazego, a massive sundial-like structure that was casting a deep dark shadow over parts of Haasdra, Saerus Annirak stood in the company of his Lords, his mind wracking in wonder, his fingers running down the list as he watched carefully at the numbers of the possible enemy deployment.

"Our main threat is the Bronidium." Saerus replied with a tone of confirmation. His Generals wondered why their King thought so. Saerus was indeed a powerful and militaristically strong man, yet his mind often worked in ways never thought seen.

"Would not the Chellians be the largest threat?" One of them asked, as the others agreed.

"The Bronidium are the instigators, henceforth they will have to deploy a much larger portion of their military to be able to gain a foothold in any of the cities. Therefore they will be risking more, and they will have to perform much better than the others. They are the youngest, yet the most fervored of the group."

"What about the Ftagns?"

"They are not that large of a threat. They know little of Jenrakian Wastelands, if they attempt to steal our lands. Not only that, but they cannot take us as slaves, for the people are now outraged at their heretic ways. Their heresy spreads far, and we could use to our advantage."

"But we cannot make people into soldiers so fast."

"No, but we can have them work harder, and the machine of war works faster when the people are not rioting. This is our defence. We must build more Vizi-Turrets inland and much more Lihure tanks to be deployed. We can call upon the Lancers to provide guerilla tactics and the Temsplace will be in charge of the siege against them. The Ftagn will die if they set foot here."

"What about the chemical gasses?"

"We will drain their resources. Prepare to deploy Hunter groups."

"Indeed. However, it would be prudent to focus a sizable group on the Chellian forces."

"It is simple. The Chellians make up the mass majority of the enemy's possible navy. If we can deploy our entire navy force and break them there, then it is possible no enemy unit will ever set foot on our soils."

"What if they deploy early in transports that get past our fleet?"

"Machine Gun Nests and Lihure tanks."

"Ah yes, forgive me, for I forgot, Lord."

"You are forgiven."

"There is possible Willink assistance and there is the ones from the Spit Break. What about our allies from Transylvania?"

"We shall call upon them if Enkur no longer supports us. If the gods no longer help us, and we are facing a losing battle, then we msut call upon friends, as a favour, if needed."

"What chemicals shall we be deploying?"

"Secret night gasses. The whole arsenal?"

"The entire arsenal? Is that not a bit, unbearable?"

"Our soldiers are vacinnated against it - theirs are not. Our chemicals are unique to our landscape, and they come from deep within the heart of Ascherach, which they have never set foot in. All our scientists are children of Jenrakian royalty. We shall blind them, and melt them in the temperatures. What is the high of the temperature we can reach in this climate with the gas?"

"Sixty-nine degrees celsius."

"Good. We will keep the temperature bearable for our men, and if they gain a foothold in any of the shores, we will increase the temperatures on the shores against them."

"What about the cancers we could get?"

"We deploy it downhill, so the gass increases the temperature of the shores. The cliffs, where the Vizi-Turrets will be, will still be livable for us."

"Yes, lord."

---

Massive ships rushed down the Viraigius, their large steel hulls crashing with a heavy bliss amongst the waves, the whitecaps rushing with frothing lips and battering fists. The large capital ships moved up the rushing river, past the many islands at the edge of the delta, trees and plants arched over willingly and obediently, the bright morning sun now crouching through the sky like a predator, writhing into the blue haze, smog covering their senses. The clouds were a snow white, ruffled and battered and in repeating patches like a quilt, cliffs and rocks with no shore in sight their only land-based scenery. Turrets and machine gun nests were lined along the cliffs, soldiers marching about as the swift long Lancers occasionally could be heard on their rushing speeds.

Sly’lioth stood in the glamour of the fleet, his eyes fleeting across the ship’s metal catwalks and the winding turrets, missile pods and tanks on its ports, entire carrier groups flinging out in their stead. There were only three things Jenrak were immensely powerful – their infantry, their chemical weaponry, and their navy. The armoured division did not exist until the new arrival of the Lihure tanks, and the air force only consisted of outdated aircraft and cargo planes. If the enemy was deploying aircraft, then Jenrak’s anti-aircraft grid, much, much more formidable than the air force, would be used to bring the birds down. Still rushing, Sly’lioth looked on, remembering all the things before – they were a hardened people strengthened by the wars they have lived through, and they were ready for this next war. Always on the cutting edge of technology whenever possible, they connected themselves to many nations, taking and finding technologies and turning it into their own, changing it possible, though they were always obstinate and static in their stance for superior chemical weaponry.

With the strong connections to the Raven Corps, they had knowledge of both foreign and their own chemical weapons, ready to fire against an unsuspecting foe.

Vice Admiral Bhretnev looked down upon the deck of the CHN Whitney. The modifications being done at sea were very large, and he wasn't sure himself if they could actually be done in time. Mostly, the ship was being made with sealed areas, that could be easily accessed if the ship was attacked by WMD.

He had been thinking for a while. He had originally wanted many more ships for this invasion, but as time went by, he realized it might be a good thing. More ships meant the enemy had more targets, while it was harder to control each ship. It would be a difficult task as it was, knocking out the enemy navy, the enemy's coastal defenses, and protecting the transports, with only about 800 Rafale's, and 80 Q-72's. Sure, they had enough fuel, munitions, and replacement planes to last indefidentally, but the enemy wouldn't just sit there. They would try a massive strike, to quickly wipe out as much of the CHN force as they could.

He had faith, though. Chellis had one of the worlds best trained airforces, with chellian flight hours per pilot being incredibly high. The Rafale's were no joke either. Though many nations had developed their own equipment, they also ended up paying for it. Chellian Rafales were highly evolved; AESA radar's, HMD's, M88-3B engines, vastly improved IRST capabilities, highly evolved ECCM, ECM, and jamming capabilities, etc. However, they came quite cheap, as chellis mass produced them heavily, and also sold many non-upgraded rafales around the world, sharing many common parts. Chellis could manage to have about three fully loaded Rafale's in the air for one enemy top of the line fighter, unless it was F-22 equivilent, where the odds went to about 1 to 12.

The carrier air force would be the vital part of this mission. Anti-radar missiles would be used to take out SAM's and radar installations first. Then, as the enemy navy would begin to start nearing the chellian navy, for the expected strike, chellian aircraft would swarm onto the force, using anti-ship missiles, GPS guided bombs, and cruise missiles to swamp the enemies defenses. In this state of confusion, chellian naval forces would open fire, from long range with the 36 inch sabot's, then with frigates and cruisers, and destroyers. CIWS and anti-missile missile launchers would be the first thing targeted on enemy ships.

Chellis had a few aces up its sleeve, as well. While each carrier had a ship bourne awacs and two jamming aircraft, chellis also had three AWACS that were capable of landing on the water; these awacs are highly evolved, and use advanced AESA radars.

It wouldn't be easy, but chellis had a history of things working out right.

"given the way things are going its not long before these guns will be fireing" came a voice behind the captain. she turned around "admiral? what are you doing here?" she asked "high command thought you could use me out here" was the quick response

Rushing up the shoreline, Temsplace soldiers with their shoulder mounted rockets stood beside the Vizi-Turrets, forming small, miniature walls, a single Temsplace on each end, their rockets ready, Sirens mobilising as they watched lumbering ships move about, the massive Jenrakian capital ships trudge on, entire cannons and turrets preparing to fire. They knew of enemy tenacity, and unlike many, they did not underestimate their enemy – they knew the risks, and would not take risks in such a war. This was a defensive war, and it was much more reasonable to play it safe. Besides, if the enemy ever tried to bring their transports or attempt to gain footing on the shorelines (which were only possible on the small couple kilometre stretch of Naharank), then the Temsplace and Sadicistra would deal dubiously with them in utmost efficiency. If their navy is superior, then it would be a bloody, and gruesome fight – their fractured and portioned strength is fighting Jenrak’s complete naval force.

Should Jenrak’s navy fall, then the Jenrakian will make up for the failure. However, as many would have to be taken down. A long siege was not the most prudent of moves to attempt, and it would give them the advantage. A long-ranged trade-off would allow the Jenrakian navy to come out on top merely because of the numbers of the fleet, but they would not take such risks when the enemy could pose with such potent aircraft.

However, the enemy would have to fight on Jenrakian terms first. To reach even Jenrakian main waters, where the navy lived, the enemy would need to break the four Argus islands, a series of fortress bases that contained a thick, naval defence, not only used as an initial protection against the enemy, but also a way to figure out their movements and possible strategies. One each one, a massive Vizi-Turret laid, its cannons sleek and its missiles ready. A power Generator deep in the islands’ hearths were pumping out energy, outposts of radar systems lined like a nasty web that caught any foe in its invisible entrapment. Dense foliage covered each island, as the forest grew into thick sharp vines that etched around the steep, rocky outcrops that would stop the hardiest infantry in their tracks. The rest of the islands were in deep radiation and biological gasses, all life gone in the roaming breath of death that ensued.

Dropped from the hulls of the capital ships, thousands upon thousands of small orb-like machines sped and skittered about, controlled by the command centers on the mainland.

" Captain!!" came from the CIC "What is it?" she responded "we got reports of ships moving in a jenrak"
"keep an eye on it"

(OOC- A glorified Semi-bump.)

IC:
While Willink had not actually entered the "War" of words yet, there was still quite a concern to be on hightened alert. The Arkangel class Attack Sub WNF-Frankson (http://www.globalsecurity.org/military/systems/ship/fas.htm) traveled quietly along the ocean's surface, around 75km inside international waters, were she came to a stop, going silent and sitting, waiting for an opertunity to strike. She was armed with 14 "Arrow" long range Torpedoes, along with tubes for seventy Airburst Anti-ship missiles. As she sank quietly down a dozen more meters her captain sent a message to the crew, telling them to remember the importance of their mission.

Grand Admiral Setius stood on the bridge of his flagship, an Eclipse class supercarrier (Designed and manufacted in Ftagn), binocs in hand. The Jenrak coastline was still not visible, and would not be so for another day. He was glad to be away from the toxic atmosphere around the Ftagn mainland, and was enjoying being able to breathe without a chemical hood. An subordinate came up beside him.

"Sir, we've recieved a status report. Carrier groups Alpha through Delta are reporting on schedule and report no contact so far."

"Not surprising... We're too far out. What about the Chellis Navy, and the Bronidiums? Do we know where they are?"

"Not as yet, sir."

"Send a message to each of them. We need to be able to cooperate. The enemy's shore defences are bound to be strong. We cannot afford fighting with potential allies. Oh, and get status reports from the straggling fleets. Make sure the transmissions aren't accepted."

"Yes sir!"

The subordinate saluted smartly, spun on his heel, and walked back to relay the orders.

Castle Von Wolf, Romania

It was a cold night and howling wind hit the large castle. It just started raining, maybe it was because bad new was coming. Jenrak, a nation that houses two royal heirs, is going to be invade. The nations that are invading don’t mean nothing to the dark figure behind the onyx desk. Thick smoke blew out of his mouth as lightning flashed across the sky behind this man. Light filled the room for a few seconds before going back into the dark, the fireplace lit some of the room. The orange danced across the wood as the man read through report. He ordered the Dominion bases in Raunin, Jenrak and Dominion controlled Sanduras to move up to full active.

“More slaves are always fun.” said the Count as more lightning danced across the sky.

Dominion controlled Rithman-naar

As a gift for the Dominion’s help, it was given a large piece of the west coast. So, the Dominion began building things. A Wolfe gun, the fourty inch coastal gun, building the middle of the coast line. It is a sign of power. The hand of God on Earth when one of it’s shell hit a boat. Where ever it hits, it will not be a good thing.

The Count has factories build on the lands, factories of Timber Wolf Inc. These were HE round factories. Building HE rounds and selling them to the Jenrakian government. The transport of these rounds would not be like early, the Dominion could use trucks now. Around fifteen factories were build and small towns were set up. These towns housed the workers of the factories.

Two airbases were set up, one in the North and one in the South. They were not the normal air bases, they were built to support the 23rd Death Commando (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/DeathCommando.jpg). One of the massive airship fleets of the Dominion.

OOC: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=10444294&postcount=38 = That is what my bases in both Raunin, Jenrak and Sanduras.

secure Message to Ftagn:
Our fleet is starting to assemble and our troops are just about mobilised and our high command has come up with a plan

1-naval and land based air power is used to launch anti radiation missiles to take down their radar which should help paralise their anti aircraft network.
2-fighter bombers operating below radar coverage (there should not be much left but it all helps no?) drop cluster bombs, delayed explosive munitions and chemical weapons onto the enemy air bases and troop dispersal areas which should limit their advantages of having land bases as well as slow or even prevent reaction by their forces.
3-saturation of enermy targets by AMOS and artillary carying support vessels
4-simultaneous landings by air mobile and marine forces (ideally we'd want to capture a resonably sized port at this point though if necessary we could always build our own or have floating facilities prefabricated and brought in)
5-mass landing of mechanised forces into the beach head with marine and standard infantry units holding the perimiter while mechanised and air mobile units do penatration and encirclement missions hopefully capturing many enermy facilities relitivly intact (such as supply depots and air fields and bridges)

after stage 5 the landings can be considered resonably succesfull and we can then move on the enermy population centres.

"Captain, we have confirmed enemy force are mobilizing for a attack" came from CIC "Captain message from high command 3 more carrier groups are on there way and two super dreadnoughts, and eight dreadnoughts are on there way from Gibralter" came from comm. "hold here make no move to the fleet and wait for the other ships to join us"

~ Devlynia, 1030 hours.

A few Foreign Office personnel glanced over the printout of the messag from Jenrak.

"Is it even worth sending it up to Lavic?" one asked.

"Not really," his companion answered. "We know what we'll get anyway. Just tell her they haven't acquiesced and the deadline's up."

***

Herzna (Gdánsk), The DPO. 1700 hours.

The Second Fleet was being prepped for deployment.

Hundreds of sailors, airmen, and People's Marines were arriving every hour and had been for some time now, piling aboard ships and aircraft. Logistical personnel distributed NBC suits to all, knowing of Jenrak's fondness for chemical weapons, as a few Devlynian surprises were loaded aboard the SSBNs as well for retaliation.

The Devlynians knew well that the Jenrakians had promised to attack the blockade -- at least in Devlynian eyes -- and thus they were fully prepared for a full-scale response. Close to five hundred thousand Marines in all would be deployed, carried on each ship as well as within the forty transports accompanying the fleet, along with heavy armor and equipment.

However, the massive naval force being deployed would take the first task of softening up Jenrakian defenses.

It was certainly capable of it, no doubt. Dozens of cruisers, destroyers, and frigates surrounded the main base of carriers and battleships, itself surrounding a single warship that could strike fear into the hearts of the hardiest enemy warriors.

The Slovenia's flags and steel masts gleamed in the sun, its decks alive with activity, dwarfing even the massive supercarriers at its nearly 2km length, one of the largest ships on the world. The Vistula Class Superbattleship was bested in this respect only by the Questarian HMS Hood, a warship which had nonetheless been sunk off Gibraltar years before. And there were seven Vistulas in service with the RDAN.

The massive ship began to move ponderously forward at the centre of its battlegroup, nearly eight hundred vessels in all, spread out in a wedge formation almost 20km from end to end, while pickets of submarines moved silently below the waves and fists of patrol boats scouted the seas ahead, accompanied by minesweepers and AWACS-equivalent hydrofoils. Overhead, superheavy bombers escorted by Mk. 110 combat drones moved slowly across the sky, prepared to reinforce allied air power when the tme came. They would be timed to arrive in Jenrak at the same time as the DPO fleet.

Devlynia was on the move. ~

Message to all allied forces (Encrypted):

Devlynian forces will be arriving at your positions within 20 hours; we have 538 combat vessels at our disposal, along with a large air armada, and will render any assistance of which we are capable.

Admiral-Commander Mikhail Yevgenov


[OrBat:

2nd North Sea Fleet
One (1) Vistula Class Super-Battleship [120 aircraft]
One (1) Argentine Class Galleon
Six (6) Elusive Class Battleships
Six (6) Ingrerier Class Battlecruisers
Two (2) Indestructable Class Aircraft Carriers [130 aircraft each]
Four (4) Formidable Class Aircraft Carriers [155 aircraft each]
Four (4) Maiden Class Submergible Aircraft Carriers [30 aircraft each]
Five (5) Tempora Heroica Class Internalised Through Deck Aircraft Carriers [120 aircraft each]
Fifteen (15) Arsenal Class Missile Ships
Ten (10) Castle Class Heavy Cruisers
Twenty (20) Morrigan Class Cruisers
Fifty (50) Illium Class Guided Missile Destroyers
Fifty (50) Morsky-Orol Class Light Cruisers
Fifty-four (54) Bullfinch Class Frigates
Thirty-three (33) Paramount Class Air Defence Vessels
Sixty-six (66) Azores Class Fast Attack Crafts
Thirty-three (33) Ocean Class Helicopter Assault Ships [8 aircraft each]
Eighty (80) Cartagena Class Attack Submarines
Fifty-eight (58) Cadiz Class Ballistic Missile Submarines
Forty (40) Tenerife Class Hunter Submarines
Fifty (50) Quay Class Landing Ships
Twenty-five (25) Siren Class AGIs
Thirty (30) Oiseau Class Hospital Ships
Sixty (60) Innsbruck Class Multi-role Supply Ships
Forty-two (42) Tyrol Class Tankers
Forty (40) Anagonia Class Troop Transports
[Total ships: 785 vessels; 538 combat, 247 logistical]

Air Forces
4x Air Superiority Wing
4x Tactical Strike Wing
5x Naval Air Superiority Wing
3x Naval Helo Wing
2x Stealth Attack Wing
2x Tactical Bomber Wing
2x Strategic Bomber Wing
1x Amphibious Command Squadron

[Total aircrafts: 2,368; 1,966 fixed-wing, 402 rotary-wing]


[Air Superiority Wing
... 4x Air Superiority Squadron
...... - 24x TI.19 Hawk
... 1x Support Squadron
...... - 2x TI.107A Chimaera AWAC
...... - 12x TI.102 Reconaissance

Tactical Strike Wing
... 4x Strike Squadron
...... - 24x TI.21 Canary
... 1x Strike Support Squadron
...... - 2x TI.107A Chimaera AWAC
...... - 8x TI.102 Reconaissance
...... - 4x TI.111 Ordnance Resupplier

Naval Air Superiority Wing
... 4x Naval STOVL Squadron
...... - 24x TI.20 Black Mariah
... 1x Support Squadron
...... - 2x TI.107A Chimaera AWAC
...... - 12x TI.102 Reconaissance

Naval Helo Wing
... 3x Gunship Squadron
...... - 20x TI.129 Acheronn
... 3x ASW Squadron
...... - 20x TI.75 Dragonfly
... 1x Support Squadron
...... - 2x TI.107A Chimaera AWAC
...... - 12x TI.102 Reconaissance

Stealth Attack Wing
... 2x Stealth Squadron
...... - 16x TI.43 Stealth
...... - 8x TI.41 Raptor
... 1x Interceptor Squadron
...... - 12x TI.9C Interceptor
...... - 8x TI.9V Stealth Interceptor
... 1x Stealth Support Squadron
...... - 16x TI.100 Jammer
...... - 4x TI.107B AWAC

Tactical Bomber Wing
... 4x Tactical Bomber Squadron
...... - 12x TI.23 Katowice Fighter-Bomber
...... - 12x TI.31 Skyfortress Medium Tactical Bomber
... 1x Support Squadron
...... - 2x TI.107A Chimaera AWAC
...... - 8x TI.102 Reconaissance
...... - 4x TI.111 Ordnance Resupplier

Strategic Bomber Wing
... 3x Strategic Bomber Squadron
...... - 12x TI.30 Hailstorm Heavy Bomber
... 1x Support Squadron
...... - 2x TI.107A Chimaera AWAC
...... - 8x TI.102 Reconaissance
...... - 4x TI.111 Ordnance Resupplier

Amphibious Command Wing
... 1x Sea Support Squadron
...... - 10x TI.256 Hydrofoil AWAC
... 1x Air Support Squadron
...... - 2x TI.107B Chimaera Seaplane AWAC
...... - 12x TI.102 Reconaissance]

Ground forces TBA.]

(OOC note this is not a broadcast or a message to anyone I just thought i'd put it in so that you guys know what i'm doing)

Council offices naval department:
So it seems that they think superior naval power will stop us well they are mistaken, prepare Grendel for launch and activate section 12.....

The silos in the mountains of Bronidium thrumed with life as the officers and men of the Grendel project prepared for their grand debut......

The men of section 12 slid into the water from the hatch in the underside of the apparently innocent neutral ship each of them clutching a bag of limpet mines timed to go off after certain periods of time or in the case of the newer models after the ship had travelled a certain distance and started attaching them to enermy merchant shipping throughout the harbour...... (note this is one part of section 12 they are in other harbours as well, also they are not doing this in any of the combatents harbours)

[OOC:Small post, no time right now]

Message to Allied Forces:
Naval support is welcomed. The Ftagn Navy is currently undergoing renovation, but our Army knows no equal. Give us time to land our legions, and we will win this war.

“Drones ready?” the captain from the fourth cruiser asked to his men, as they nodded carefully at the small whirring balls in the water, sleek and shining, a tiny propeller on their ends as drills and explosives whisked about. “Where is enemy? What do you believe shall happen?”

“Our radar and mobile sensor arrays are placed on the outer edge of the group. Our grid system is flawless. The situation of the grid will allow us to attack any enemy ship before they can detect us, I hope. Besides, we are prepared.” The captain looked at the naval troops, whom nodded. “Dip your bullets in the tray quickly.”

“Yes, sir.” The soldiers said, pushing their hands into the thick, mucus-like toxins in the barrel, sniffing it carefully as they placed the bullets from the barrel onto their hands and into the soft metal coldness of the barrels.

“If the enemy is competent, they will have NBC suits. Fire at any foe with NBC suits, and they are dead. Nobody on their side is immunized against this, so if wounds, it’s a kill. If they do win, then whomever is hit by any of these will not be able to see the next sunrise. The missile ready?” The captain asked, as the soldiers looked at the large sleek green missile shining on the edge of their ship, ropes and chains holding it delicately in its firm place as they rushed to keep it aligned.

“If the enemy comes near, aim it at the largest ship you can see. Remember, the substance inside that is JHtoxin. It is extremely sticky, and it hardens extremely fast. Do not let it fall, or else it will explode and we’ll be stuck. Try to aim at the guns to freeze their weapons temporarily.”

From the command center of the Jenrakian navy, in the heart of Archios, Saerus sat in contemplation with his commanders as they watched in silence the possible outcome of the forces on a large glass map. Writing with a black marker which gave off annoyingly strong fumes, Saerus looked around at the possible courses.

“If the enemy did their research, the strongest weapon they can bring against the Vizi-turrets are bombers. To get that close, they need to take out our tracking systems. Which means they need to blind us. What about the targeters?” He asked to his commanders, whom looked on warily.

“We will deploy all the targeting units to the edge of the shore, and the information will be sent on a secure unbreakable line towards us. There, the composition of the enemy will be determined, and we will blind them first.”

“How so?”

“Decoy heat. We assume they cannot get past the Argus without having to expend the majority of their units, therefore we will deploy the heat to blind heat seekers, and send decoy flares to gain the other enemy’s attentions. Then, we will launch the night gas and begin the drones’ assault.”

“Are you sure this is possible? What if the enemy takes out our radar still?”

“We have tow more, remember? You specifically asked.”

“Ah yes, forgive me, for I forget.”

“I have no authority to forgive my King, for he is already forgiven by the Gods.”

“Enkur aid us. What is the strength of the enemy’s fleet?”

“Their strength is partial from their nations, meaning their estimated forces are still much smaller than ours, yet they will be fighting on a concentrated front, while ours will be divided along the coastline. Our lands are too broad, and we have to cover every square mile of land with amiable defence.”

Looking at the map, Saerus’ eye edged to the leaking yellow corner of the cliffs. His eyes darted once more, his fingers moving the marker down to the red dot labelled ‘Haasdra’. “Leave all your navy at Liarcha. They cannot take Liarcha.”

“Why?”

“Because it is the Azuhu month. This time around, it is the hottest in the desert. If the soldiers attempt to cross through Liarcha, their skins will be fried off their flesh. They will boil to death. Plus, the province leads nowhere – only to the eastern plains of Ascherach, which are in heavy toxins.”

“I understand. We shall move our navy from Liarcha and reinforce the ones alongside the Viraigius.”

“They will not take the Viraigius. It is too dangerous for them to take it, and the poisonous waters will rust their hulls in hours. It takes days to reach Haasdra by the River.”

“How did we travel through the Viraigius, then?”

“We didn’t, remember? The peninsula?”

“Ah yes. What about that, can they take that?”

“A peninsula deep in Transylvania territory? No. If they do, they will be fighting much more than the Count is committing right now.”

“Are you sure?”

“I am not , but I can make a guess on what most likely will happen.”

“Surely the main point of attack avenue is whomever holds the Argus. If the Argus falls, then we will have to raze the bases using the underground tunnels. If it does not, then they will not make it past to even touch Jenrakian beaches.”

“What about their armoured divisions?”

“My brother’s Temsplaces are trained to fight against tanks and artillery. If they try to deploy any tanks or artillery, then the Temsplace will take care of them. If they even are skilled enough to trade hit for hit against the Temsplace, then they still lose for there are outnumbered.”

“Truly. The enemy infantry?”

“The Sirens will make short work, and the initial ceremonial Fist of Stone rush will give us strength.”

“Enemy aircraft?”

“We take them down in the flurries of anti-aircraft, as well as turn this mainland into night. Blind them all, understood?” He asked, as his commanders replied calmly.

“My Lord, I suggest we move the Vizi-Turrets towards the Argus.”

“If they take it, then we will have no heavy defence grid.”

“But we can crush them forever in a brilliant show if we do.”

“I don’t like it. It’s a risk I will not take. The safest path is this.”

“Yes Lord.”

“Enkur be with you.”

“Enkur be with you, my King.”

At the pitch of darkness, the new moon emptying blackness upon the shorewaters of the Dominion, many black shapes slipped quietly through the waters. Some stood large, looming, oblong with pointed obstructions jutting out at sharp angles, moving fairly slowly across the waves. Others moved quickly, darting in and out of the larger shapes, sleek, curved. A low hum eminated from the entire formation, a hum that forewarned of a deadly menace that crawled amongst the many shapes that moved quietly past the lapping dark waves that continuously came in from the open ocean.
Closer in on the darkened shapes that moved silently amidst the unusually quiet night, once could easily begin to pick out what the obstructions and shapes really were. Gun mountings, missile racks, ASROC launchers stood out against gunmetal-grey superstructures and command decks of larger craft. Individual aircraft, wings bent in compact landing positions stood upon the decks of the flattop carriers, the command islands portruding up from the airstrips. The massive dreadnoughts, the main warships, their heavy missile launchers and countermeasures systems sticking up like the attenae of insects, cruised slowly behind the carriers.
Upon the deck of the flagship of the 12th Offensive Task Force, the dreadnought IDW Indominatable, several officers stood, clad in the standard grey-white uniforms of high-ranking naval officers. In the middle stood Admiral Tanith Belmount, the commander of the 12th, scanning the dark horizon as the Dominion homeland, shore defenses sticking out from the sandy beaches, slowly faded back into the rear horizon. A serene night for a less-than serene future.
Belmount looked over the constant-feed AWACS information coming in from circling high-altitude aircraft, then began reviewing over with his fellow commanders on duty, Vice Admiral Ty Warren and Captain Vince Wilfork.

"What do we have as of right now on allied and enemy movements?"
"We've recently gotten a report from the Ftagn command," reported Warren, "they're requesting we get them to the shore and onto land."

After the two horrendous defeats at the hands of the Kraven Corporation, once at Frenzia and once at Pythogria with the assistance of the Whyatican fleet, the Dominion command had ensured that this time the naval task group launching offensive force upon another, stronger, more numerical nation had the latest advances and had a much greater numerical ship power. New Rafaele-Ms had been stocked onto the carriers, alongside JSF attack fighters and modified Mirage-2000Ds, Gripens, and Viggens, modified to serve on carriers. The E-2 AWACS craft were performing admirably so far-a good sign. Missiles had been replaced and revamped, the newest models of Tomahawks, Exocets, SM-2s, and Sandboxes loaded on and stocked for use in missile boxes. Even the armed forces for the later land combat, aboard the LHDs and LSTs traveling with the fleet (which also carried AV-8Bs, FA-2s, and AH-1s for heavy attack later) were sent with the newest and best equipment, each soldier getting the M-29 rifles that would revolutionize their combat, and close-cell Mk. III battle suits, complete with built-in air processors in the helmet units and belt racks to store ammunition clips.

"That we can do." stated Belmount, with a slight monotone.
"Problem is sir, we already have reports of mobilizing Spit Break forces...whether they're going to Jenrak or not, the unstable nation generally indicates war whenever they collect a bunch of ships together."
"Keep me updated. I'll rather focus on the Jenrakians for now. Get comfortable, because we have a long cruise ahead of us."

To the serene First Citizen of Bronidium,

Dear Sir,

As Lord Imperial of Pulciferian Foreign policy, it has come to my attention that you are somewhat at war. Having apraised myself of the tactical situation, I feel my nation may best assist you by donating 3 billion Viceregal Marks (0.94 to the U.N. dollar!) in order to help along your Victory.

Your friend,

Viceroy James Caligua-Pulcifer

"captain the fleet has formed up" came from CIC "oh by the way i was told by the chairman to give you this letter" Admiral Halberton says as he hands over a letter "but this is....."

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Captain please send a message to Jenrak asking to place ground troops i key cities in his nation it will better halp us

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"well then send the message" the captain said

____________________________
To: Jenrak
From: Spit Break ZAFT forces Fleet

we request permission to put land force in your nation to help better defend you

______________________________

"I'm a little skeptical." Saerus said as he read the letter personally.

"They won't try anything in the heart of a Sadicistra filled city."

"Alright." He sighed.

Encrypted Message to Spit Break Forces
You have permission to land your needed forces in any city save for Haasdra.

---coded message to Jerak---
vary good we shall take up defances in the east

---end codded message---

ZAFT helicopters, other drop ships, and landing craft moved in for the eastern part of Jenrak. Landing Troops and armor they moved for the cities telling people they meet on there way that they are there to help.

Slowly, the great gun-metal hulks of the Ftagn navy slowed to a halt just 100 miles away from the closet Jenrak island. It was just light enough to see the slight silhouette of surveillance planes taking off from a few of the larger ships, gain altitude, and speed towards Jenrak...

Smaller ships, escort destroyers, began circling the perimeter, ASROCs ready to fire at the first hint of enemy submarines. Underneath, and unseen, Ftagn's own submarines lurked, inert for now.

Secret Communication to Jenrak
Coding Beginning, Encryption loaded.....Transmission started.

What we appear to have picked up in hotspots around the Earth appear to be several fleet mobilizing against you. While we have no real connections in the current conflict you are going through, we do "Owe" you for your deeds in the past, and are able to service you with large amounts of forces. At the moment we have a Nuclear Attack Submarine just outside your waters, and within the next week we have the capabilites to send a sizable force to assit you in defense of your homeland. If needed, we can deploy the Willink 3rd Fleet, which could utterly crush all naval resistance if needed. We have also began drawing up a defensive doctine for defending against invasion. We hope to hear from you shorty.

/Transmission

Secure transmissions:

To pulcifer:
Thank you for your donation it will go towards our war fund to bring these dangerous maniacs to a just and fitting end.

To allied nations:
Propositions
1-we set up a joint high command to control our forces.
2-that excess AMOS be sold to our allies (to be paid for after our victory of course) as more are being produced then are able to be manned by our forces (just the turrets not the whole vehicle)

Secret Encrypted Message to Willink Communications
To Willink, on behalf of Saerus Annirak,
|| Ah, we had nearly forgotten of our friends from far off. We would certainly enjoy any reinforcements brought, and perhaps we could abate this invasion before it begins. I have deserted the naval forces in Liarchan beaches, for no sensible soldier would wish to go through that damnable Enkur-cursed land in such a temperature. Ironically, these nations claim to be attempting to destroy me nad my people, yet they would indeed be the warmongerers themselves, save for possibly the fiends whom disgrace themselves as children of Ftagn.

If you can possibly divert the Chellian or Bronidium forces away from my navy, I will have my commanders make short work of the Ftagn and Devlyn navy. The Transylvania assistance could be helpful to us if they ever launch a successful land invasion, by which I will have to draw upon the Temsplace to fight them off.

I will direct Spit Break to fight off the stragglers so once they are defeated we could have amiable time to crush this vaunted invasion once and for all. If possible, send your infantry and men to Jenrak first. I will be using many new chemicals, and they will need to be vaccinated. ||

Letter to Ashili Darkholme
Courtesy of Saerus Annirak
Dear Ashili, I require your co-operation. I am going to launch the navy to defend the Argus, yet it could leave the peninsula open to invasion. The Viraigius will be a tempting target, yet they willl not risk such a heavily fortified area to take, not to mention the cities Rephalim and Marazekko are so close by, meaning a quick counter-strike could be easily attained.

I need you to inform your husband that I require the utmost diligence and assistance in the movement of his armies from Raunin to the middle coastlines. The beaches of Ouridna are taken, then they will have the way into the country, and we will have to resort to ground based warfare against them.

Also, I am assuming you have made sure his forces are properly vaccinated? If not, then it would be prudent. A sizable stock is still in my possession, for I am testing a new chemical against them.

Sincerely,

Saerus Annirak, King of the Silver Crown.

Encrypted Message to Spit Break Forces
Re: Battle Plans.
I need you to engage any possible forces that stray out. I have told Willinkian commands that both them and I will be attempting to break the enemy's fleets apart. If you can get rid of the stragglers through any means neccessary, then it would be a great asset. Use any means neccessary.

Letter to Lord Egos, Nakros Ithrimm
Azhujurius Enkur kadiimm, Egos.

Neiro naruuthin kadiimm asraa ouria. Sadicistra kazuun zaragisk Egos. Aurnaikudh nai shuin. Sarah Ciz Vizith nuun?

Egos, egos, egos. Kadiim Nakros muun. Eichra Kundei sar. Sar arumnum nuun viz'jaaq tier kharanuun Vizith. Nakros Ithrimm dusiun nuun emendios zaragisk.
Neichuruzu Saerus Annirak

Fort Leza, Willink

After being briefed on their objective, the 3rd Fleet of the Willink navy was ordered to mobilize for war. The fleet, based in and Around Fort Leza, had been laying in anchor for nearly a month, except for daily exercises and training missions. Onboard the WNF-Vista, a Royal Empress Class Strike Carrier, her Sensors were being prepared for their first testing. The Class of 100 ships(A daunting effort by the workers in shipyards around Willink.) had newly been commissoned. They carried 50 Aircraft, powerful self defense weaponry, and as the norm in the Willink navy doctine, Anti-Ship missiles. As the battlefleet began to warm up and head out of port, hundreds of civilians sat alongside the piers, waving at the ships as they passed.


Ships of the 3rd Fleet:
1x Superb class Superdreadnought
10x Askov Class Escort Dreadnoughts
16x Zeliot Class SuperCrusiers
58x Hercules Class Guided Missile Destroyers
42xOriskany Class Stealth Frigates
26xRoyal Empress Class Strike Carriers(Carrying 50 aircraft)
14xLebanon class(CVN-21) Carriers(Carrying 74 aircraft)
56xArkangel Class Nuclear Attack Subs
12 Supply and Replenishment ships

The force altogether could utilize its over 2,000 aircraft in capable air defense of Jenrak's national waters. Also, a large Attack Submarine force was dispached to deal with the rather small thread posed by enemy packs in the area.

The Ftagn fleets began to pick up signals, racing at it from behind. 40km... 35... 30... The IFF signal was recieved. Chellian naval air Rafale Block 10's surrounded an H-17 Laughter, one of the seaplane awacs. The Rafale's carried a standard air to air complement, 4 meteor's, two Mica IR, one conformal drop tank, and two ALARM's(with launch boosters, increasing range to about 200km). There were about 12 of the Rafales around the Laughter(code named Artemis), and they were maintaining about 350km away from the island, doing a search for enemy radar's and ships.

Ship bourne E-2E's were providing more air coverage around the fleet, while 2-1 sorties(8 rafales and 4 Q-72's in this case) were being launched, the Rafales carrying the same armament the others around artemis were, while the Q-72's carried 6 Storm shadow missiles, 4 ALARM + boosters, 2 meteors, drop tanks, and 4 2000lbs JDAM's, if any ships were to be found.

A few hunter-killer groups in the 2:1 setup were as follows: Rafale's with 4 meteors, two exocets, and two ALARM + Boosters, and Q-72's with 6 Exocets, two ALARM + boosters, and two Meteors. These would be used to overwhelm enemy ships, if they made an assault.

The carrier groups had launched about 350 aircraft all included. This was just the setup. No attacks, except explicit attacks of oppertunity, were to occur. Once GPS data was confirmed in places, radar installations were found, etc, the real attacks could start.

Ashili would find her husband in his war room, deep within Naharank castle. His war room has changed over the last few months. New TV screen were moved in, each one linked to a computer. Those computers were linked with Dominion satellites. A large glass table with the map of Jenrak on it, was placed in the center of the room. Edward was standing in front of large locker. He was placing part of Transylvanian body armor on, dark blue and ice blue were the colors. The leg armor was on as the door opened. He smells the air and said “Yes, Ashili?”

Meanwhile in Raunin, Dominion soldiers were preparing to move out. Not that many would leave the bases, one million would move out from the bases. In Sanduras, the same thing was happening. One million Dominion soldiers were preparing to move out. The reports say that the enemy was close.

--secret--
of course we will mop up
--end--

the ZAFT ground troops were in positions in the east the the Fleet was parked off the east coast all was going to plan "and now we wait" the Admiral said "this plan of yours and the council better work or we will pay for it" the captain said "it will, it will"

"Sir, the Chellians are here! And fleets Kappa and Lambda have arrived also, along with the Annihilus."

"Excellent. Alert all vessels; the time is near."

Annihilus, classified a superdreadnought, was the biggest ship ever built in Ftagn, and dwarfed all other battleships in Ftagn in size and firepower. It's powerful cannon and missile launchers were known and feared in all countries to have experienced it's destructive power.

Unfortunately, it was also vulnerable. Being so massive made it an even bigger target, and it required another fleet of smaller vessels to protect it from submarine and air attacks, for it was too expensive to lose...

Admiral Setius stepped outside and focused his binoculars on the Chellis fleet.

"By the Emperor, they are impressive. Good thing they're on our side..." He spoke to himself. Now to wait for the rest of the allied forces.

[OOC: If anyone cares, I can think up of some exact numbers for my fleet, and army.]

To allied nations:
Propositions
1-we set up a joint high command to control our forces.
2-that excess AMOS be sold to our allies (to be paid for after our victory of course) as more are being produced then are able to be manned by our forces (just the turrets not the whole vehicle)

Secure transmission to Bronidium: That is acceptable. Keep in touch.

“A letter.” She said, handing him a soft paper with a red marking laced on its surface, closing the her bridging distance as she walked out quickly, pulling up the bracelet on her arm as she looked upon the tiny written reports that was received earlier. A clipboard in her arms, she walked along the soft stone walls with utmost diligence and painstakingly slow thought, rays of sunlight breaking through onto the walls by the long and tall pillars. A giant hallway with softly lit torches flickering light dazing candles glimmered with a tiny glint in her face, her eyes shifting about in the semi-darkness as she sat softly on the naked stretch and read abroad the short balcony, her eyes darting around gracefully upon all the words from the report.

“Hmm.” She pondered, her face in a disapproving frown, her fingers running down softly to look at the possible avenues of choices. “He’s not making any kind of rally. Odd.” She said once more, before getting up, her long red hair flinging softly onto her shoulders, as she carelessly caressed it away from her vision.

Edward took the letter and started reading it. His ice blue eyes moved across the paper, catching each detail. “Send a message back to my brother-in-law and tell him two million Dominion soldiers be there.” said Edward. “With the Prince of Ice leading them.” With that, he kissed his wife.

In Raunin, 250,000 soldiers of the 3rd Jackson's Roughnecks were ready to move out. 100,000 special op soldiers of the 19th Hound Soldiers were ready to move out. The other 650,000 were divide between the 34th Hel Digunners and the 41st Hobgoblins. Those last two divisions were support for the Roughnecks. The soldiers began to load into Mi-35 Hind E assault transport helicopters, AS 565 Panther assault-transport helicopters and C-16 Pelican heavy strategic transports. Their vehicles were being load onto C-16 Pelican. Ready to begin their trip to the middle coastlines of Jenrak.

In Sanduras, the whole division of the 18th Storm's Demons were ready to move out. all 500,000 Dominion soldier were ready to kill the enemy, that is if they make it to them. The 28th Death Saurers and the 31st Battle Cougars were both divide into 250,000 soldiers each. Like the Dominion soldiers in Raunin, they were using helicopters and transport planes to get to the middle coastlines.

The fleet approached the Ftagn vessels, having made extraordinary time from the Amazonian Dominion to the waters nearing Jenrakian land. Now approaching enemy territory, fighters and ASW attackers stood at Alert-15, SAM boxes readied for loading, cannon and gun mounts ready to be loaded and fired at a moment's notice. Submarines, the heavy enforcers of the Dominion navy, were already patrolling the outskirts of the fleet, ASROC chaff and distractors ready for use, skimmed underneath the cruising hulks. A message was dispatched to the Ftagn fleet, alerting them to the Amazonians on the way, but told them that the radar scramblers to help lesson the chance of still being seen by the Jenrakians would be on until the opening shots.

ZAFT forces were set up and they waited to begin the plan as soon as the battle starts, the trap will spring

OOC:Just for reference, I made up some numbers for my combined fleet strength, not including troop carriers.

Note that almost all vehicle mounted guns are ETC guns. Electrothermo-Chemical systems improve overall gun performance by 50% with corresponding increases in lethality and range.

1 Dominator class superdreadnought (The Annihilus)
12 Eclipse class supercarriers w/ 95 aircraft
20 Hydra class dreadnoughts
128 Escort missile cruisers
212 Shadow class ASW destroyers
150 Lurker class attack submarines
20 Support cargo haulers carrying supplies from the Ftagn mainland.

In the initial wave of land invasion forces:

The 1st Aquilus Legion
-10,000 heavily armed and armored special forces
-Enough APCs for all of them, or around 1000

2nd-51st Legions with attached armored divisions
In each Legion-
20,000 Legionnaires
400 Imperator heavy battle tanks-twin linked 105mm guns, heavy armor, slow
250 Scorpius LAVs, Lightly armored, wheeled, 25mm chain gun

Obviously, there's not enough room in the landing zones for all this stuff, but it'll all get there eventually. Another million or so troops are ready to deploy once a strong beachhead is secured.

"God Willing--we shall do what is wrong in man's eyes, and we shall sacrifice our non-existant honour to help those whom destroyed us. For Christ teaches forgivess--so shall we obey His teachings..."The Jagite Books: Topazians

New Christendom, The Republic

Highest Minister Riyabuo tossed and turned--the nightmares were starting once more. Inside of his mind, he saw horrid images. The Extermination of Jagada, for some unknown scientific reason, thousands of Jagites were having horrible images of the Extermination, even though most of them never experianced or lived threw the Extermination. Riyabuo was one whom had been in the thick of the fighting. The images to him were twenty fold in terms of mental and physical pain. In his mind his eyes saw the red eyes of the Capitol Police marching down the streets of Christendom, slaughtering women who begged for their forgivness, shooting infants no more than a few months old for simply being alive and showing signs of movement. He saw them and how they broke into houses and drug the people out of them to execute him. Riyabuo's mind flashed to the image of the street litterally red with so much blood as the rain allowed the blood to run like water, and it appeared to be almost a river of blood down the streets of Christendom. Though this was only the beginning of the horrid images. It went on to show children being stuck on pikes, then brutally ripped apart by Centurions. It showed women whom were due to have a child anyday now tortured by havin the Capitol Police shoot them in the womb--then leaving them to die in the streets. Riyabuo's mind was now riddled and edging every closer to the border between insanity and sanity. Just as his mind was about to take that step into insanity--his entire mind went blank as if the dream disappeared, but he wasn't awake. It then showed the Capitol Police marching towards the city of Malaga only to see a horde of Lancers and Templace stand in front of them, blocking their path like giant stone wall. The Capitol Police ready themselves to fire, as did the Templace. Suddenly after what seemed like a century--the Capitol Police lowered their weapons and marched out of the area. The vision went on to show Jenrak intrigrating the Jagites into the city, and laying claim to it. Showing them even killing their own to protect the citizens of the former Trinity Empire.

"These have done well, harm them not," said a soft voice, almost angellic in sound, "They are not your enemies..."

Suddenly Riyabuo's mind flashed for a moment to the face of a Capitol Police, his red eyes, like blood-red eyes, staring at him with cold, uncaring attention, "They are." Suddenly the Capitol Police raised a gun to Riyabuo's head, in his dream, and pulled the trigger. The Highest Minister sat up in his bed, "No!" he exclaimed. He then looked around and realized there were no Capitol Police in the room, for if there were their red eyes would have shown up. He went to turn on his light when suddenly a light filled his room.

"Go forth, make peace with the Jenrakians. Go, and take back what has been given to you by the Almighty," said the same soft, angellic voice. Riyabuo jumped out of bed and looked around, and in an instant the light was consumed by darkness. "God Wills It," said Riyabuo in the darkness.

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War Chambers, The Republic

"Highest Minister sir, please reconsider," said Capitan Bradley III, grandson of the legendary Grand Admiral Bradley, from the Norris Administration. "The Jenrakians participated in the extermination of our people--them being invaded should be supported by us."

"You're right, they did participate. They did side with Kraven," said Riyabuo, "Though God has sent His messengers in a vision to me last night. Our people in Jenrakians territory are fine, and the Almighty assures me that Jenrak will hand over their claimed territory of Old Jagada."

"Sir, God as told you this," said Pastor Riddleberry, brought in to this War Session by request, not by importance.

"Yes, Pastor Riddleberry," said Riyabuo, "He sent an angel to tell me that our invasion of Jenrak, to try to make up for the failed attack on HailandKill, must not be directed at Jenrak--but its enemies."

"Highest Minister, you know I am a very straight forward man," said Riddleberry, "So let me say this...are you sure God has willed this? I have been contact with the Almighty and He informs me that we must seek to regain lands that were once ours--to not side with those whom kill His followers. Sir."

"With all due respect, Pastor," said Riyabuo with a hent of annoyance, "I'm not quite sure which god you're worshiping or speaking with, but I am absolutely sure about my vision and God's message to me."

Field Commander Tory spoke up with a firm, deep, and hostile voice, "The Highest Minister wills it, and that is all that should concern us. He has ordered Jenrak to be defended, and with neither the Populace Assembly or the Morality Council sworn into their offices--he is the chief executive."

Pastor Riddleberry went to make a rebuttal when Grand Admiral Royal spoke up, "Highest Minister, as you know--those three Sarzonian Fleets we sent to crush HailandKill were defeated, and are limping back into our ports--our position hasn't been discovered by them yet. We have at our disposal, two Generic Fleets ready and willing to sail out to defend. Though, sir, if we do this, we will have no more offensive capabilities and will have to rely on the Home Defense Fleets we purchased from Sarzonian to defend us, sir."

Riyabuo nodded, "Then so be it. Send a communication to Jenrak, encrypted. Inform them that God as shined down upon them this day--and Jagada sails to their rescue. Also send a message to all other governments, encyrpted of coarse, to stand down or face the wrath of the Republic."

All the men nodded and bowed before leaving to prepare. God, or at least the Highest Minister, Willed It. Jenrak would be defended--to gain the Jagites back from bondage. To all those whom were set to invade Jenrak. They were about to suffer an assault from one of the most vengful peoples in ancient, modern, or future history--the Jagite Peoples.

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Encrypting Message...
Encrypting 30%...77%...Completed
Opening Transmission...

Offical Republic Statement

Jenrak,

We have returned--you and your Kraven allies may have desired to so eagerly crush us and scatter our people to the far reaches of the Earth. But we have returned. Though only by the Grace of the Almighty God do we not march with all our weapons, all our tanks, all our ships, and all our planes to exterminate you as you have exterminated us.

This day, the Lord as blessed you--Jagada offers his assistance. In return, you hand over Malaga. I am being short with you because I still distest you, your people, and your very existance--but handing over that city in exchange for our assistance can work towards fixing relations.

Signed,
Highest Minister Riyabuo
The Monotheistic Republic of Jagada

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Offical Republic Statement

To the Invaders of the Chemical Lords of Jenrak,

I will be very brief, and straight with you. You and your fleets and your people are to hereby leave the areas of Jenrak, to declare peace with him, and return to your ports. Refusal to do so will result the absolute destruction of your navy--and your nation is you cost us too many looses. Do not, and I remeber--do not test your luck with the Monotheistic Republic. To Bronidium, your gods will not save you this day, or any other for that matter. If need be we will turned the surface of your nation into a charred wasteland and lay waste to anything that opposes us. To the rest of you whom think invading Jenrak for whatever reason you have is in your best interests--I say it is not.

Pull up anchor, lower you guns and go home. We have business with the Jenrakians and I shall not have you harming them--at least not until I have completed my business. Jagada will not for your tinpot Coalition either--this isn't up for discussion. Leave or suffer a watery death.

Signed,
Highest Minister Riyabuo
The Monotheistic Republic of Jagada

Reply to Jagada:

Your nation is WEAK. Do not trifle with your betters, fly, or we shall swat you down. Our armies are vast, our technology superior. Either help us destroy these Jenrakian monsters, or get out of the way.

Your men will pay the consequences if you interfere.

Offical Republic Statement

Ftagn,

Wrong answer. Before this is all said and done--you and your nation will cease to exist. Total War will be inflicted upon you--ever man shall be put to the sword, even woman and child sent into the mountains. Your cities shall be completely dismantled, your 'vast' war machines will be shattered by the might of a nation who long ago surprassed you in importance and potence.

I advise you make this easy on yourself and just have your nation blow itself up. That would be much better than Jagada absolutely destroying it.

Signed,
Highest Minister Riyabuo
The Monotheistic Republic of Jagada

Ultimatum to the Monotheistic Republic of Jagada:

You greatly overestimate your own strength. Either you stand down your threats, or we will reinact the Extermination of Jagada. We are very thorough...

Proclamation of Exterminatus

By Order of the Highest Minister, as acting Chief Executive of the Monotheistic Republic of The Jagite Peoples, Defenders of Christendom, Servants of the Almighty--hereby declare an action of Exterminatus against the The Unholy Empire of Ftagn.

The reason for this Proclamation of Exterminatus is the belligrance of Ftagn and their corrupted evil 'government', upon threats of restarting the War of Extermination upon the Monotheistic Republic of Jagada. These threats have forth not long after Jagada ordered Ftagn to leave the Chemical Lords of Jenrak to their own devices and to end their warmongering attitude towards them.

Upon this citing of this Proclamation of Exterminatus--the Montheistic Republic of Jagada and the Unholy Empire of Ftagn are hereby in a state of Permnant War--effective until one side is unable to field more than five men. All men, ages 13 and above, are hereby forewarned that, in an act of mercy, if they do not fight for Ftagn or lay down their weapons they will be unharmed and simply driven into the mountains until the Exterminatus is over. All woman and children are hereby warned and advised to flee into whatever mountains they can reach and stay there until the Exterminatus is over--failure to comply will result in imprisonment or execution.

Upon the citing of this Proclamation of Exterminatus--we are advising all allies of Ftagn to hereby stand down or face a Proclamtion of Exterminatus against themselves.

The Montheistic Republic of Jagada has spoken and it shall be done...

Effective Immiedately.

Message to Allied Nations:

Do not give in to Jagada's threats. They are small compared to our might, and present little danger at the moment. We will finish this war, then turn our attention to Jagada. The Monotheistic Republic of Jagada will not survive to bring war on any of you.

Ave Imperator!

The Dominion soldiers watched and waited as they ready for the enemy to come. Coastal guns were set up on the middle coastline. The middle coastline is between Jeviz'Kraa and Haasdra. They would be done by the enemy navy got two hours away from the Jenrakian water. The coastal guns were 150mm up to 300mm guns. Fifty caliber machine gun nests were being set up with SAM sites and anti-air units, too. The Dominion would have three part defense, the first part is the coastline wall being set up.

Ten miles in land was the second defense line, were most of the heavy hitting things. Things like M1 Abrams main battle tanks, Challenger 2 main battle tanks, M109A6 Paladin self-propelled howitzers and M270 MLRS self-propelled loader/launchers. SAM sites and anti air units were set up there, too.

The last part of the Dominion defense line is five miles behind the second line. SAM sites and anti-air units were set across this tent city. This place would act as field headquarters and support base for the upper lines.

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Dominion satellites picked up the massive enemy navies. It was a nice force to look at but they were the enemy. So, the order was given. Show them what was going to happen to them, if they don’t turn back home. The best bet was to use nukes but that was not the Count’s style. Not cool enough for him. Something more cool would launch an attack without the enemy knowing it. A night attack with B-2 Spirit multi-role bombers, followed by attack runs of F/A-117X NightHawk attack fighters.

The B-2s would be armed with modified AGM-69 SRAM missiles. These missiles were not be armed with nuclear warheads but a napalm warhead. The warhead was took apart and rebuilt to become ‘flame missiles’ as the Count calls them. Each missiles were painted flat black to make it look darker. Each napalm warhead has the same poweras a 750 pound napalm bomb. The Count has that plan done in 1980 or sometime during the 80’s.

The fifteen B-2s, that were stationed in Jenrak, would launch as the day become night. They would have sixteen ‘flame missiles’ each. After they would launch the short range air to surface missiles, they would fly as fast they could back to the bases.

Jenrak controlled Sanduras

They were far in the north, and unlike Jenrak’s rancid and disturbingly hot months, the sheer size of the Ascheran continent allowed a multiplicity of climates to co-exist on different spectrums. While the mainland Jenrakians went through a perpetual hell, the hot month of July beating down upon their backs as they gulped and faded in and out of sanity, dusting under the windy shades and the heavenly shadows, the people of Sanduras were hunkering down for the blistering cold. The soft snow was already falling down upon their beaten heads, their eyes glancing about as their arms were folded softly across their thinly clad chests, looking at the podium as the tall Master Maraclus emerged from his warm hovel. Unlike the majority of Jenrakians, Maraclus loved to live the life of a commoner. He found it rather adventurous, exciting, never having to worry about things that could lead him down a colossal path. Now, however, under the strict orders of his idol, Lord Authaulus, Maraclus stood outside in the Sandurian cold, looking about with frosted and chapped lips at the faces equally cold, and the lips equally iced and chapped.

“People of Sanduras. How are you?” He asked first, as they grudged and muttered, shaking their heads and nodding periodically, shrugging their shoulders in a blind unbeknownst condition. He smiled, as if they were his pets and he was their master, but still a smile of amusement came to his face. He adorned a thin fur coat, which was actually cotton drenched together by a soft layer of woven string, bright magenta and glossy, yet the same as the majority there. His face was a long stern expression, his eyes glowing and his teeth like that of a gopher’s, his nose large and abnormal. He was not the best-looking Lord to look at, though he was one of the nicest, the fairest and the best to deal with people.

Eyes darting about, he asked again, though much more firmly. “How are you?” He awaited a reply, the wind picking up the debris in the bluish fog, the soldiers standing beside the Lord as they peered with emotionless eyes, ‘S’ shaped scars on their rifles and gloves, looking as if they were crudely slashed upon.

The response was an amiable and blank response, and Maraclus chuckled along with those whom were not his people. Yet he pretended – it was all amusing nevertheless.

“Jenrak is going to war. A defensive war.” He claimed, as they looked about at him with scepticism. No foreign invader has been able to successfully set foot inside one of Jenrak’s major centers for over decades, so it was a bit of a worry that news of warning should come here. Was this new foe a powerful enemy? Nobody knew – they only shrugged and shook violently in the growing cold. The majority of the Sandurians were also people of Hsac, migrators used to the steaming desert climate. They were bleakly surprised when confronted with this (initially) abnormal weather.

“You just need to know. This conflict should blow over in a few weeks, nothing more.” He said calmly, as they mindlessly shrugged again.

The Argus

Loud alarms rung as the soldiers stopped their usual prayer and began to take their positions quickly, manning the turrets and readying the guns as the aircraft from the Hangars launched with full tenacity against the grounding defences in the conflict. On each island, a massive stone fortress was the main aesthetic view, the many battlements and turrets glimmering and glittering in the shining light, the piercing rays splashing with a vibrancy of colour undimmed before the splashing of the cold whitecaps on the brisk and sharp cliffs as the soft foamy sea gave of wafting breathes of refreshing air. The soldiers kept their positions final, the commanders looking about in the readiness, preparing as they gazed in the pondering heat. Glancing quickly at the sun, they all murmured the traditional glance for good luck of war:

Vizith Euin.

In that moment, the bells quietened, and the fleets of the Jenrakian navy silenced. Guns ready, their turrets aimed at the possible locations from the heat signatures, the first flashing fleet of seemingly civilian cargo planes lifted from the Argus, nearly covering a small patch of sky, the sun blinded by their enormity, with their thin steel metals glistening as the small cruisers by the Jenrakian capital ships prepared their own fire.

High in the air, the massive number of unarmed civilian planes began to fly towards enemy movement. The Jenrakians were fed up with diplomacy and civilised manner – their doctrine of Nahk-Nerrock has been established. They were going to war.

"They think they will stop us with their ancient stone fortresses? Do they think we will bother to close range with them before we attack? Ready missiles, alert the allies."

Admiral Setius paused for a moment, then looked back at the distant Jenrak defences through the view on his telescope. He spoke again to his aides,

"We must soften their defences before we launch the invasion in earnest. Be wary, for as we aren't coming to them, their navy and airforce might abandon their defensive positions and come to us. If just to escape our bombardment. Keep AA defences alert, and tell the submarines to spread out and destroy anything that approaches too near."

Outside, the fleet stirred to life as massive long ranged turrets and missile batteries turned to face the direction of the Jenrak battlements. The flight decks of the few carriers became a flurry of activity, as fighters were prepped for launch, technicians scurrying to and fro like so many ants.

Ominously, a dark cloud formed on the distant horizon...

"What is that?"

"It appears to be a very large number of civilian planes, sir. It's hard to tell, there's so many of them..."

"I suppose they mean to use them as missiles, crashing them into our ships. I've seen it before. Do not let them hinder us. As soon as they are in range, fire every AA system we have. Oh, and launch the jets."

"Yes sir!"

Secure Transmission to Allied Forces"

Jenrak has proactively launched an attack against us. We are beginning bombardment now, and suggest you do the same.

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The first shells fired from the massive ETC cannons of the Annihilus, filling the air with thunder and heralding similar volleys from the 20 other dreadnoughts. Clusters of cruise missiles rose from cruisers and submarines alike, and shot off towards shore...

Thirty Miles outside of Ftagnian National Waters...

The massive metal and steel fortress ships of the Grand Fleet cut threw the waves of the oceans surronding the Unholy Empire of Ftagn. The situtation was a little critical. The Jagites were surely catching the Unholy Empire with its pants down--as Ftagn has been very beilligrant but at the same time he had left his homelands--this Empire of theirs open. The Jagite Grand Fleet, bent on carrying out the Will of the State, and what they deemed the Will of God--they would soon unleash a war of Exterminatus upon the citizens of this Unholy Empire. The Fleet assembled itself in three tiers. The lighter vessels, which included Cruisers, Destroyers, and Frigates were all in the First Tier with their CWIS systems, with the Battleships, SuperDreadnaughts, and Dreadnaughts making up the Second Tier with similar system, just with 710mm Naval Guns. Behind there were an array of Fleet Carriers, Small Carriers, and Heavy Carriers. Behind them were a small fleet of repair, logistics, hospital, and technological ships, including the landing force--which itself would send shivers down the spines of the Ftagnians if they had spines. On top of all that, a good deal of submarines sat under the fleets with their sensory arrays off, making them virtually invisible to RADAR and SONAR.

As the ships crossed into Ftagnian Waters they kept themsleves on High Alert. With a series of AWAC aircraft flying around the fleet in a circular motion to detect any Ftagnian response. Needless to say, the Jagites would get the first strike in this affair. The Jagite Highest Command knew, from indepth intelligance reports on Ftagn that they kept their military constantly on their borders. This would surely lead to the soldiers, no matter how fanatically loyal to The Emperor, to become a little slack in their duties, like all human-beings their mind would wonder. The Jagites were to exploit this. As they came within cruise missile range, the destoryers, cruisers, and battlecruiser let loose the dogs of war upon the unsuspecting Ftagnian shore defenses. Immiedately, even as the missiles were being fired--the FJA-36 'Lightglider' Fighter-Bombers along with the FJA-34 'Teutonics' were being prepped for launch. Immiedately, as soon as the last missile took off--the first wave of fighters took off from their various carriers.

The cruise missiles were used accordingly--aimed primarily at the most heavily fortified stretched of the coastline. The missiles were, however, few compared to the ships that were sailing against them, and this could clearly be seen by the amount of missiles in the air. The Jagites were also attacking where they thought the weakest portion of the Ftagnian shore defenses. The aircraft were also fewer in number than originally expected by the Jagite sailors. As they flew in they knew their first objective was to hit the Anti-Aircraft systems that were surely on the coast. They did this by using long-range missiles, though despite all of this the sky was lit up by the site of Jagite Fighters and Fighter-Bombers being blown out of the sky. Though nontheless the Jagite 'Lightgliders' were definately delivering their payloads upon the shore defenses--attempting to break them apart and allow for a smoother landing.

This night the lands of Ftagn would be tested. A war was to be waged, not between Jagada and Ftagn, but between Self-Preservation and Imperial Fanaticism--with Jagada fighting for the former.

[OOC: Don't bother. Jenrak, I'm pulling out of this, cya.]

The fleet of bronidium steamed for Jenrak in 3 convoys each carrying aproximatly a third of the 2 million troops that were destined to crush this foul menace that was Jenrak. Elsewhere the commerce raiding fleets spread out over the oceans looking for their prey the soft heart of their enermies merchant fleet.

Operation Innocence

It was a quiet, distilled essence that frothed and beckoned over the wavy mists of the calm seas, the rushing of the fleets of both sides wavering and readying themselves as the quietness of the armies sat with tremendous uncertainty over the glittering spirals of shaking waters. Warm, steaming rushes and fiery air blasted like a recently broken furnace, invisible flames licking amongst the waters. The heat was unbearable by now, the sun beating down upon their backs with unholy retribution, almost brutally and with savage pretence. The metal on the chains were rusting in the chewing mists, yet it was of now consequence, only an aesthetic detrimental status. Situated in a small row, the fleets stretched across unevenly, ships dawdling and floating aimlessly as they waited for the enemy’s response in the attack. The small glint of light flashed and dangled as the waves still rushed forth, the Argus awaiting the initial bombardments as the enemy’s missiles came forth. Sitting in his room, watching out with his naked eyes as binoculars shimmered in the black slips, his eyes shook around and glanced as his fingers, long and thin, wired around to stare. Seeing the small tackle of light across the blackening sky allowed him to nod appreciatively, his soft green eyes darting once more to the troops massing about professionally in the assault.

From this tower, from the large stone fortress of Ikres Argus, a large base with battlement upon battlement, turrets and rockets flashing with utmost potency about, the enemy had launched fire. Cameras flickering before they went out, the signals were relayed quickly to the command centers in Haasdra. “What is going on? Are they launching their counter strike against the planes?” The commander asked, gold buttons and a small metal bracelet around his wrist as he toyed with it, looking at the Jenrakian and international waters bordering around Jenrakian waters. He did not have a look of contempt or worry, but he was not in a mood to celebrate. Ftagn had fallen completely into their trap. Innocence was prepared.

In a brilliant display of darkening, shattering coldness, the planes shot began to burst easily from the air, their remains falling down into the water, the rushing waves turning a dark black as misty substances rose up into the hot air and began to seemingly grow, the darkness of the cloud encompassing and slaughtering off all light. In mere minutes, the waters on the border of Jenrakian territory were launched into a dangerous nightfall, almost as if the darkness of the sun’s setting had reached to the enemy. Both sides covered in this darkening fume, the Jenrakians aboard the capital ships began to look on with nodding essence. They prepared their rifles, readied their weapons, their fingers twitching carefully, as the night vision was turned on easily. This gas seemingly nothing more than a pitch black unbreakable blackness, but it had other effects. Not only installing a week-long night in desired locations, the Night Fog was now improved to deposit small metals quickly behind unvaccinated retinas, creating a permanent blindness. The enemy would be unable to respond to this new gas – the only vaccine was the one created by Jenrak.

As the enemy’s fire and missiles cruised towards the Argus Islands, the soldiers yelled out in a grand totality, using their knowledge of the layout and slight night vision goggles to see in the darkness. Boarding atop the Vizi-Turrets, standing and readying the massive cannon’s immense firepower, soldiers screamed and yelled as unseen crimson fire did not light up the darkness, merely engulfed in a thickening flame. No light was available, no matter how strong. Only the shrieks of pain and crying were heard in the yells, before a large cataclysmic explosion rocked the Island, though nobody was apparently harmed. Readying the Turrets, the troops worked on experience – within mere minutes of Ftagn bombardment, retaliation was commendable and possible. From the helms of the Vizi-Turrets, the cannons twitched and turned, the engines coughing out energy with insane speeds, as large fiery balls of death glassed out and blasted through the black and steaming air throughout towards the enemy. Upon the other three islands, their retaliation was swift and equal. Firing out towards the origin of the enemy’s fleet, a large blanket of fire, chemicals and radiation shone through the air and edged towards enemy forces. It was a beautiful yellow arm of retribution, but no one would be able to see it through the thick gas.

In the waters, cruising around, the small cruisers of the Jenrakian navy churned around, directed by immense electrical signatures showed them the way to their foes. Their large missiles ready, a strike from both the left and right of the acclaimed Ftagn fleet was launched, another ray of fire blasting forth. The waters merely shook as the massive and destructive missiles slashed through the air and sped with ferocity towards their destination.

Standing with malice at the heart of the city of Haasdra, Saerus looked with utmost content as the initial plan began. Standing beside him, Rashkta stood with diligence and watchful intent. Her beautiful gaze stared out at the sky, the clouds shining with a soft silver lining as far off past the horizon a small black blot was seen cruising about, with no direction – merely wondering about, yet it stayed in the same general position. “What is your next plan?” She asked loudly, though only Saerus was present to look out.

“Ashili says we should simply allow them to gain the shorelines of Ouridna, and then we gas them.” Saerus replied back, with a voice of one who was uncertain on the alleged plan. “Though it would gain them a powerful city, and we don’t know if it would kill them all off before they could escape.”

“I have a suggestion.”

“What is it, Rashkta?” Saerus asked with intent eyes upon her.

“They cannot launch against the Vizi-Turrets using heat signatures. The cooling systems make the Vizi-Turrets cool down exceptionally quick, right?”

“Yes. What are you getting at?”

“It is night. They will have to resort to machines to see for them. We launched decoys of capital ships towards them, they waste their ammunition against them. Once they reload, we strike once more. They will need to exit their safe berths and go into the fog, which will permanently blind their men if exposed through the skin, and there we will strike. However, to find the success in this, we need to launch the drones immediately. The Chellians are our largest present foe, and if we crush them, then it’s most likely this pitiful alliance will fall. Bronidium won’t have the courage to stand up against us, and the Ftagns aren’t that well suited to desert warfare to fight. Not to mention the number of natural predators that lurk about here.”

“This helps little against the bombardment I am facing here.”

“They can only get as far as Ouridna. There is nowhere else to land. If they do get to Ouridna, they will have a hard time even setting foot in the city. The shorelines are meticulously defended, and the Temsplace line the city’s inner and outer sanctums alongside my own.”

“The Sadicistra?”

“Precisely.”

“How about this Super Dreadnought the Ftagns unleashed?”

“Launch the Vizi-Lords. Let’s see a single Super Dreadnought fight five.” She said without remorse or worry. “Ready your facilities. Have them on full alert. The city of Ouridna is the only way in. The Temsplace and my children will deal with them. If the city looks like a loss, then eradicate it. Fight to the last man. No prisoners of war.”

“What toxin?”

“The Stone Lord.”

“Ah, a very interesting poison indeed. Do you think it will work fast enough?”

“I find a few minutes to be exceptionally fast for chemicals.”

“Alright.”

From the capital ships of the Jenrakian navy, large and blistering as the fire from their guns raged on in perfect symmetry, the lights dangling with utmost rage and fervour as the soldiers aboard the catwalks and bridges murmured and worked delicately, their eyes gleaming and watering slightly as they walked in chains towards the cannons, and then walked back, into the safety of the cabins. The fans whirred loudly, keeping the gasses out, but it was what was needed. Occasionally on the ships the waves rocked forth, causing a slight shift, yet they were most of the time quick, strong and decisive. From the orders, a small reply came from the captain of the sixth dreadnought.

His eyes were a soft bulge, his face nothing but shrewd and blistering face, his fingers podgy and his arms a large thick sack of flesh tied crudely together under layers of soft cotton. His nose was wrinkly, his lips cut, a small scar running down his face, yet he was a jolly and jovial fellow, bouncing slightly in his step as he moved, before stopping to adorn a more serious stature, moustache and all.

“Lady Rashkta and Lady Ashili wants all the drones deployed.” He said, preparing the ship, as the cannons whirred and fired shot after shot against the Ftagn navy. “Deploy them against the super dreadnought detected by our electronics.” He replied, as they nodded.

The drones, nothing but small tiny balls with bombs and monstrous drills, whirred almost joyfully as the command centers controlled in the safety of mainland Jenrak, dipping into the waters as the blackness covered their trail. Only the size of a large man’s fist, each drone began to spurt in droves as they rushed towards the bottoms of the Ftagn navy, not yet in sight.

They were like locusts of the sea, made in the whim of mechanical will.

Dominion field headquarter/ support base codenamed The Devil’s Throne

In one of the many tents that lined the Devil’s Throne was a meeting. A tent that had state of the art computer systems. A tent that had the Prince of Ice, Edward Darkholme, in it. Major Victor Storm (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Storm.jpg) walked trough the opening of the tent, wearing a black duster under a medium weak blue Transylvanian body armor. An AR-22 heavy assault rifle over one shoulder and a Super-Nova shotgun over his other shoulder.

“Prince Edward, the attack have started.” said Victor.

“I know. I am not deaf.” said Edward, turning around to face Victor.

“Forgive me, my lord.” said Victor. “What are the orders?”

A wicked smile came across the lips of Edward. “Use our Jenrakian ally’s attack to cover our bombers.” he said with cold sounding voice. “I know they are ready to attack. Did the men get all of the shot our Jenrakian allies sent for them.”

“Yes, my lord.” said Victor.

“Move to the Devil’s playground.” said Edward. Devil’s playground was the codename of the second defense line. “Wait for me there.”

“Yes, my lord.” said Victor. He bowed then heads out of the tent.

Edward walked over to one of the radio operator stations in the tent. He picked up the radio and said “Operation Wake Up is a go. I repeat, Operation Wake Up is a go.” With that, he put the dark blue hood that is hooks to the shoulder parts of his armor on. Placing on a steel mask will green colored eyes, Edward heads out of the tent.

Raunin, Jenrak

The fifteen B-2s started to move to the runways of the Dominion military bases. One by one they entered the air. Armed and fueled these dark winged beasts were. Heading towards their targets, they were. They would arrive as the Jenrakian gas attack was causing chaos aboard the ships. Coming from Raunin, means the bombers would hit their south side.

3rd Fleet, off Coast of Jenrak

The waves Churned as the large fleet moved towards the enemies of Jenrak. The commanders of the operation had been running over maps, tactical doctrines, and on the fly plans, which had all led to this.

The Sensor ships at the center of the fleet began to pick up a signal nearly 600 kilometers away, which continued to become larger and larger. On the larger ships, the longest range naval missile in the entire arsenal, the Angelo system, was being prepared. The missile system had a 500km range, and was submarine launched. On a ICBM-like launch system, a massive missile would be unleashed, fly upward just below the Lower atmosphere, and out of the range of AA and SAM weapons. Once it reached a guided point, the missile would seperate NASA style, with a 12 smaller missiles seperating from the main body directly over the enemy. These would nosedive into ships selected while on the flightpath, ripping through decks, especially those of carriers, blowing a hole in the deck and ignighting the hangars, rendering them useless. 12 such missiles were launched from 8 submarines, and began to climb into the sky.

Onboard the smaller ships, the Hairsplitter was being prepared. Designed on a request by the military following ZMI's successful fielding of a hypersonic Air to air missile, it was small, featured a powerful Incenidary warhead, it traveled at mach 6 barely 10 feet above the sea, traveling so fast that it outran CIWS and RAM systems. A inital volley of 2,250 missiles was prepared on the decks of Destroyers and Crusiers, and was ready to fire the moment they reached 200 kilometers away from the Ftagn fleet.

Cews were aware of their mission, to deter the enemy from launching an attack upon Jenrak. They set their priorities, destroying the landing ships and troop transports, which would take the majority of the fire. The nearly 2,000 F-120N's (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/F-120) of the fleet were prepared on the decks, ready to utterly dominate the Mirages and Rafaels of the enemy with ease, Willink had past that generation of Aircraft years ago.

3rd Fleet, off Coast of Jenrak

The waves Churned as the large fleet moved towards the enemies of Jenrak. The commanders of the operation had been running over maps, tactical doctrines, and on the fly plans, which had all led to this.

The Sensor ships at the center of the fleet began to pick up a signal nearly 600 kilometers away, which continued to become larger and larger. On the larger ships, the longest range naval missile in the entire arsenal, the Angelo system, was being prepared. The missile system had a 500km range, and was submarine launched. On a ICBM-like launch system, a massive missile would be unleashed, fly upward just below the Lower atmosphere, and out of the range of AA and SAM weapons. Once it reached a guided point, the missile would seperate NASA style, with a 12 smaller missiles seperating from the main body directly over the enemy. These would nosedive into ships selected while on the flightpath, ripping through decks, especially those of carriers, blowing a hole in the deck and ignighting the hangars, rendering them useless. 12 such missiles were launched from 8 submarines, and began to climb into the sky.

Onboard the smaller ships, the Hairsplitter was being prepared. Designed on a request by the military following ZMI's successful fielding of a hypersonic Air to air missile, it was small, featured a powerful Incenidary warhead, it traveled at mach 6 barely 10 feet above the sea, traveling so fast that it outran CIWS and RAM systems. A inital volley of 2,250 missiles was prepared on the decks of Destroyers and Crusiers, and was ready to fire the moment they reached 200 kilometers away from the Ftagn fleet.

Cews were aware of their mission, to deter the enemy from launching an attack upon Jenrak. They set their priorities, destroying the landing ships and troop transports, which would take the majority of the fire. The nearly 2,000 F-120N's (http://ns.goobergunch.net/wiki/index.php/F-120) of the fleet were prepared on the decks, ready to utterly dominate the Mirages and Rafaels of the enemy with ease, Willink had past that generation of Aircraft years ago.

OOC: You do realize this is a MT war, right? 6th generation aircraft are PMT, and a number of your other claims sound pretty PMT.

OOC: You do realize this is a MT war, right? 6th generation aircraft are PMT, and a number of your other claims sound pretty PMT.
OOC: The NSWiki article calls it a "Fighter of the Future" as well...if this is PMT, then let me know so I can put my PMT stuff in here...

OOC: The NSWiki article calls it a "Fighter of the Future" as well...if this is PMT, then let me know so I can put my PMT stuff in here...

The aircraft is both PMT, and pretty unrealistic. I'd love to know how its radar detects enemy fighters up to 400km away, and has a supercomputer in it. Rofl, its a rip of the falken too...

General Setius waved his gloved handed through the enveloping clouds of chemicals, ignoring the screams and anguished cries of those unfortunate fools stupid enough to take their environment suit off.

"Huh, chemical warfare, I should've known..."

He drew his sidearm and placed a well placed bullet through the head of one of the bridge staff, who had removed his mask to breathe in the night air, and was rolling on the floor, clutching his eyes.

"Being away from home for too long has made my troops soft, it seems."

The admiral had kept his carapace armor on out of force of habit. The chemical wasteland that covered most of the surface of his homeland made it necessary to wear sealed environment suits almost 24/7.

He spoke into the fleet intercom unit, "Ignore the fog, use your night vision goggles and look out for incoming enemies! It's obvious this is just cover for an attack!"

As he finished speaking, a missile rammed into the hull of an escort cruiser, followed by a volley of shots from a vizi-turret. The unfortunate vessel exploded in a spectacular fireball, showering the carrier with debris.
Explosions sounded all around, as fire and death rained down upon the fleet.

As cruisers turned their missiles and small cannon against the threat posed by enemy ships, the battleships continued their barrage on the enemy fort. AA batteries, half blinded by fog and night, fired crazily into the air, hoping that the sheer volume of fire would be enough. The Annihilus's commanders, realizing the threat of the oncoming Jenrak superdreadnoughts, turned it's ETC guns and missiles onto them, counting on their massive size and profile to work against them, while fully realizing the same weakness applied to their own ship. They begun moving parallel to the shore, in an attempt to draw the enemy ships away from the main fleet...

As the scene grew more and more chaotic, and losses began to accumulate, Admiral Setius began to wish that the Emperor had committed more forces... He would just have to count on his allies.

"They're targeting the troop haulers! We can't wait any longer; deploy all landing craft and tell the haulers to move towards the biggest stretch of shore they can see."

The Haulers, large boxy monoliths of ships, carrying troops meant to be deployed after a beachhead had been attained, broke off from the fleet and headed towards shore. The smaller shapes of landing craft were lowered into the water, and they quickly caught up to the larger ships, racing ahead with almost suicidal speed.

The cargo haulers were warships in their own right, equipped with AA, machineguns, and missiles in order to protect their precious cargo. Loaded with heavy reinforced armor, they were also quite difficult to sink. A huge stream of black ships made their way towards the shore...

The thousand strong swarm of FA-135 fighter-bombers (F-22 equivalent) broke up and began actively seeking out threats to neutralize, or covering the landing craft.

Third defense line codenamed The Nightmare

Prince Edward and Major Storm just arrive at the ’Mare as the soldiers were calling it. The Dominion had both cliffs on each side fortified with coastal guns point downwards. If the enemy ship make it pass the Jenrakian navy and their coastal defenses, they would meet some pissed off Dominionites.

As the prince walked, his cape fly with the wind. The cape matched his hood and hide the ammo case on his back. The ammo for a General Electric XM214 Minigun, which was in Edward’s command HMMWV.

“Looks good, really good.” said Edward.

Operation Wake Up

The fifteen B-2s just entered the ‘night’ created by their Jenrakian allies. Their ‘flame missiles’ were ready to fire. The pilots were all wearing night vision helmets to watch the sky in front of them. Staying at 20,000 feet in the air, the dark beasts began unloading their nefarious cargo. These missiles already at their targets, got from the Dominion satellites. Six of them had best target in all of the Ftagn invasion fleet. The bridge of the Ftagn flagship. The other 234 missiles would be aimed at other targets like other parts of the flagship, carriers and cargo haulers. With the darkness, these missiles would be Gods compare to enemy ships.

The B-2s start to escape, maybe they would escape unharmed.

From the shoreline, the beaches black in the darkness, the sands softly billowing with the particles breezing up as the heat was immensely hot, the soldiers standing strongly as the civilians looking in their hovels shifted in and out in consciousness, the extremity of the darkness not much of an extremity for the Jenrakians, as they had used this tactic before. Grumbling in the darkness, Sly’lioth looked with his goggles behind his large Temsplace helmet, his rocket launcher glinting with gold shining in the darkness, but no light shown as the Temsplace waited in the safe cover of the rocks. Each Temsplace readying his rocket fire, preparing a small flare gun, sleek and dark like the air, they switched the goggles from a thermal vision to electrical energies. It was a logical movement. The Temsplace were about to blind the enemy both in darkness and in machinery. If the enemy was fighting with thermal night vision, then it would be prudent to blind them. If the enemy was fighting with occasional night vision, then the fire from the rockets would suffice. Preparing their heat flares, the Temsplace army lurked quietly as they awaited their enemy to come onto the shores of the city of Ouridna, still drenched in perpetual darkness as the gasses razed about.

From the waters, the capital ships were launching their second wave as a deadly enemy retaliation fired caused them to carefully reload, as the few cruisers on the edge were immediately blasted apart into razor sharp metal and a blossoming flower of fire that lit up no air. The flames chuckled back down to the waters, as underneath the waves a furious onslaught of drones began to whiz around the bottom of the enemy’s ships, preparing to stick and explode into a chaotic tantrum at the hulls of the Ftagn ships. Their drills whirring menacingly, they began their sabotage.

“Radar shows possible enemy air attacks. What is your move, sir?” The captain asked with a sweating, unbearable question, as he looked back at the screen which was dancing merrily, though there was nothing happy about the situation.

“Fire continuously at anti-aircraft at the 96 trajectory.” The commander, with a tone of a gamble.

The aircraft is both PMT, and pretty unrealistic. I'd love to know how its radar detects enemy fighters up to 400km away, and has a supercomputer in it. Rofl, its a rip of the falken too...
OOC: Good point...much unexplained remains. I'll wait to post further before we can clarify whether this is PMT or MT.

OOC: from what you guys have said I'd say its most definitly PMT super computors are big they take up more room then our network rooms here you could fit it to a plane if that plane was say a large transport plane.

The first grendel launched, the massive missile flamed up into the sky towards its targets from the silos in the mountains of Bronidium, its target the enermy heavy naval elements, now they just had to wait for it to do its job.

OOC: the grendel system is something i've come up with to combat things like super dreadnoughts with out going for the easy route of building them myself or nuking them. The result is a large missile (imagine the biggest russian launchers and its bigger) which launches the warhead up into the atmosphere then another section launches it down at its target then the warhead plunges more or less straight down towards its target. It is controlled using a series of geostationary satelites that show where the enermy is, I won't go into details of how the targeting system works as that would be long winded and boring (if you want to know tell me). The warhead is efectivly a very large steerable bomb, at the speed it is going it should punch straight through any warship armour it hits and then detonate at about sea level (so if it hits a ship its going down) however if it misses and hits the water around the ship it will still destroy it (possibly not totally (as in you could salvage it later)) as you have something like a giant depth charge.
Basicly you can't do much to deflect it, destroy it and your armour can't help you, your best hope is to try to jam it (very hard as a you have to know its comming, b you have very little time, c it uses the swedish method of comunication with targeting (which is hard to jam)) or that it misses (though with the size of the fleets we've got going here it will hit something in your fleet with the shockwave at least (so we are talking mahem here)). You have at least one advantage which is that this is still a roughly experimental system so we are launching one missile at a time (rather then the maximum 6 to same target area which is the capability) and its a sizable percentage chance it could miss, later i'll roll using my percentage dice and tell you if they hit (also if you tell me what your doing to counter if you are able to tell that they are comming at all)

Ouridna

Authaulus was standing in the city hall building of Ouridna, standing at the blackness of the windows as he quaintly listened to the muttering politicians in their fat suits and thinly clad pants as they chattered and steamed off their anger in slick words and clean hair. Their spectacles shining with a ray of light as they crawled their fat stubby fingers through the maps, skin flabby and their mouths wet with saliva, they were nothing but fat corporatists enjoying their power. However, they had little knowledge to do with war. A rumbling slash was heard outside the building, as the three of the corporatists looked about in worry, their eyes darting through the spectacles as the young maidens came and placed down their tea on the table, the corporatists nodding appreciatively. Standing still in his stance, looking at the windows with his back turned to them, Authaulus waited, his massive arms gleaming like a bronze god beneath his thick armour, his immense sword carefully tied to his back as he arched slightly in the weight, his rocket launcher held affectionately in his right hand.

His left hand carried a small tea cup as the helmet of Authaulus, long and tall, was taken off, his broad face showing under a small mat of azure hair. His eyes were an ordinary brown, his upper lip cut and his nose small and adorning a small red cut. The tea cup held in his hands were a like an normal teacup, though fairly sharp at the bottom, as if it were a weapon, the steaming from the tea rising majestically as another rumble made the corporatists more worried. They chattered once more almost immediately, their tongues lapping each other’s lies as Authaulus listened carefully on their conversation.

“What are we going to do?”

“What if they bombard the city?”

“We’re doomed!”

“We have to escape.”

“We have to have faith in Enkur!”

“Enkur will not help us!”

“Enkur is worthless!”

With that last comment, a vein twitched in Authaulus’ mind, as he turned around and sped with amazing speed to the corporatist, dangling the poor man by his throat as held his supposed objective with malice and fervour. Authaulus was indeed an immense man, and the person’s feet were lifted a few feet off the ground, as he tried to get the Leader of the Temsplace to let loose his grip.

“Insult not of Enkur, for gives you birth.” Authaulus spoke in an almost calm, reassuring voice, though nothing was in peace, for the rumbling outside was as chaotic as the choking man being dangled above his feet, before the grip loosened and the fat plump man fell down to the ground, coughing violently. “This place will not fall. Enkur commands it.” He said. “We are carrying the will of the gods on our shoulders, and so we will fight to the death.”

“Easy for you to say – you’re built for war. You’re a massive man, Lord Authaulus. We are not.”

“Then hide. Flee to the mainland. Be cowards. I, however, have other plans.” Authaulus spoke with malice.

“Authaulus, I heard you are not fighting in this battle. What bravery are you showing? Hmm?” One of them asked, as Authaulus chuckled, putting his large helmet on, looking back at them and back to the empty hallway.

“I show that I am willing to die. My friend is situated here. You will be safe for now. If Enkur does not want this city to stay and wishes a greater fight, then he will command it, and the city will fall. In that case, flee through the caverns of Abaduu. You are the farthest from that cavern, so when you leave, detonate it so they cannot follow you.”

“Yes, Lord Authaulus.”

“I must leave you now. Delidrias awaits.” He said, leaving.

The large city hall building was an immensely and a testament to the cultural aptitude of Jenrakian construction. The winding and twisted vine-like corners and doors were articulate, showing colourful and enigmatic symbols, shining with the bright rays as the large staircase was winding up the long trail to the top levels of the structure, a small series of domes creating a much larger and more dome as an immense statue of a marble-eyed man and a small dagger in his hand was shown, the light from the ceiling shining and bouncing off the smooth surface of the statue.

Amongst them a large brown armoury wrapped in soft felt was shown, an array of swords and guns, all sleek and covered in a deep magenta shade, shown in the soft damp yellow light. From there, Authaulus walked on to the hallway, a series of paintings and portraits shown, all framed in golden lining, as the people stared on with uncertainty and levelled faces monotone in their expressions. However, one of the paintings made his eye keep a watch, as if it cast an unbreakable spell over his entire mind.

Framed in gold like the others, it showed a man of medium height, with long white silver hair, straight and shining like his armour, a thin face with broad cheekbones and fiery green eyes, his and lips slightly small proportioned to his face as a large ‘S’ shaped scar, donning a pink hue, shined beneath years of medical work – it was clear this person wanted their horrible sign of battle covered. It was nearly covered as well, but the soft shadow beneath it showed the scar, and Authaulus nodded. On his silver hair, he wore a crown of silver bones, almost etched together like daggers, his soft fingers on his left hand grasping his should thin and pale, his body draped in a long robe-like cloth as a small long sword laid at his waist faithfully. Jewels like emerald, diamonds and emerald laced his expensive blade, and he seemed to not take notice. Under the painting, an inscription finely carved was written.

Arcarum of the Silver Nine

With that, Authaulus looked at his former leader. What would have Arcarum done at this time? It mattered not – the man was as dead as the soldiers burning in the battlefields in the darkness, the gasses moving about as the winds shook softly like a rocking, careful rock. Authaulus stood there, his eyes wrapped about the painting with a sad glamour, his sigh heard throughout the echoing hallway, the draping red curtains almost moving in the glimpse of his sigh, like a soft gust of wind in the shaking and rumbling building, yet it remained adamant from the outside explosions and chaos. Standing still amongst the chattering people, the rumbling outside, Authaulus still stood with a soft glance as he looked through his armour, his fingers softly perched with a wary intent on the rocket launcher he so affectionately carried with him.

From the front lines, the darkness was overwhelming, the rocks nothing but a light strewn object in their black totality, the Temsplace standing in their positions, waiting as they looked on at the small green objects that could only be nothing short of an enemy’s strike against them.

From the Argus, the soldiers scrambled about in the darkness of the fog, using their common sense and natural surroundings to find their places, deploying their weapons and firing blasts of bright fire against the enemy’s ships, the first launch of ships rushing forwards with their cannons ready, the flak from their shots blasting in the darkness, the clouds thickening as the chemicals mixed with the Flak and the dark brown clouds shifted and moved like wavering oddities in the darkness.

The whitecaps unseen, underneath the rocking waves drones began to do their work, their long twisted drills spinning wildly as they began to do their job, teeth like drills rushing through into the hard metal.

At the fleet, another group of ships rushed in the Ftagn fleet in the darkness from the south and north, their guns blazing as large missiles, bright and gleaming, shone brightly and splattered into the air, past the breaking clouds and towards the sunlight, as a small ray of light broke through and then was engulfed in a menacing blanket of sharp dagger-like clouds, almost sentient in their movements.

“What happened on the fleets?!” Saerus yelled in the large Throne room, a massive hexagonal central chamber, each wall draped with a velvet and gold curtain, dark insignias of fanciful letters embroidered with utmost precision on their ends, as the King stood in the center of the chamber, looking at his companion with unbelievable malice. “They haven’t been driven back yet?” He yelled out once more, as the silver haired woman, Rashkta, stood behind him, almost like a puppeteer enjoying her toy.

She had a creepy, famished look of anger and malice on her face, a sadistic and masochistic expression, as Saerus shook around in disbelief, summoning men about crazily as he looked at the trajectories. His close friend, Isliath, had finally died of the enemy’s bombardment, his presence and his existence slashed apart by the darkness of the enemy’s force, dying instantly as the flowering flames ate him up in the shadows with utmost proficiency. His soft mat of brown hair dangling down soft fallen tears, like tiny transparent pearls, Saerus wept softly, his knees hitting the floor hard, the marble ground cold and heartless as the pillars stood in their taunting demeanour against this man, his cut hands held together their stead. He shook and sobbed violently, his arms shaking in almost a cold, icy fear. Punching hard against he marble floor, he broke it’s soft surface, but his knuckles was as red as the looming disk of a Jenrakian sunset, the fiery ball dipping below the horizon. “Why, Rashkta?” He asked in chaos.

“He served you well, Saerus.”

“But why did he die?!?!”

“Enkur wills it.”

“The Gods have malice. They do not love me.”

“The Gods love the foremost child of theirs. They love you, but they love naught of Isliath. You are spared, are you not from their wrath?”

“But if they loved me, then they would not harm me.”

“Grow up, Saerus.”

“I am grown, dear Rashkta.”

“Saerus, you are nothing more than a child, a broken shell of a crying, whimpering, sobbing boy who is nothing less than a shell of a man.”

“Don’t berate me, woman. I could have you executed.”

“Attempt it. Are you brave enough to send me to the cold realm of death? To taste such a soft and slender execution, to have my soul ripped from my body in a magnificent act?”

“I…”

“…Cannot. Repeat.” Rashkta talked with authority.

“…cannot.” Saerus obeyed.

“Good, now…” She began, before a rumbling came up from the tall winding staircase by the front doors, as the figure of a large man walked inside, leaning softly on a cane, his body covered in a thin layer of silk, the signs of a light armour on his body, his eyes red and bloody beneath an eschew of metal on his mask. He spoke with a harsh, raspy voice, and his face completely covered by this odd enigmatic uniform. A long hood over his face, the man breathed carefully, leaning forward with deliberate caution.

“Saerus, get up.” He tried to softly say, but his rasp voice made it merely harsh. “Get up, my boy. You must know what is the difference between a death and a liberation.”

“What liberation?” Saerus asked, his thick chest rising and falling, his muscular arms throbbing through his anger. His hair caught in his eyes, now a poppy red and bloodshot, his nose showing a small trailing, but completely wiped end, and his fingers were twitching on their thick but fairly bony hand, his sinew almost visible amongst his branching veins on his body.

“Enkur loves you. He wishes you to turn all Jenrakians into you. Hence you must live. He chooses to have Isliath suffer no more by granting him salvation early.”

“Why does he not choose me?”

“Do not be selfish, Saerus. You are King. You must watch your people.”

Saerus paused – this information seemed new to him, though it was obvious that he had this lecture before. He was sweating now, instead of tearing, and his breaths came from shaking and quivering sobs to raging, fuming shakes of fury, as he geared himself up and became much more emotionally stable.

“I understand, Lord Aulocos.” He said, exiting the room to wash his face, leaving Aulocos and Rashkta alone.

Rashkta turned to Aulocos with a look of pittance and vengeance written through her features. “Seek naught of vengeance.” She threatened him with a deadly, almost seductive tone.

“Do not hurt the poor boy, Rashkta. He has much to think about.”

“I am not hurting him. I making him a sane person.”

“You are a Sadicistra, Rashkta. You have no bounds of sanity.”

“Do not test me Aulocos. Your title can only go so far before it is cut off. Perhaps a mistake in the system could turn you into a commoner.”

“You have no bravery on such an act.”

“Now who has the bravery? You sorely underestimate my tenacity. How did I reach where I was?”

“Sabotage? Sneakiness? You are a fiend, Rashkta, nothing more.”

“Be quiet, dear husband. You have not suffered long enough to gain my pity, and you will not live long enough to suffer enough to gain my pity.”

“Large concepts from such a small mouth, my dear. Perhaps you should stick to your approach. What was it?”

Rashkta gritted her teeth. “For the Lords.”

“Ah. You think only inwards. Think little of yourself, and you will find goodness and virtuosity in your whim.”

“What if I wish to not be a virtuous figure?”

“Then I am not surprised.”

With those words, Rashkta watched as Aulocos walked off, following Saerus, the powerful Noble gone in a flash, the Leper finally out of her sight as she looked, breathing heavily at the damage she had caused. Snickering slightly, she only shrugged the sin off her beautiful shoulders and finally walked off, her shadow borne upon the darkness, her figure gone into the corners of the palace of Haasdra.

All was quiet in Haasdra, Rephalim, Ergos, Naharank and Nakros Ithrimm. Yet in Ouridna, far from the mainland, the people waited alongside their massive Temsplace protectors, their fearsome and hungry Sadicistra weapons. With another unseen rumble, another stroke of noise, it was safe to assume that another flower of blazing flames littered once more up into the sky, shining with a light that would be rejuvenating and shining with light, if only such light could be reached upon fresh eyes.

The Nightmare

Dominion commanders moved from gun to gun, checking everything. Making sure the crew had enough ammo and were ready. The crew waited and watched for the enemy. Death will come to the crew of the enemy ships. First ship to enter the Nightmare will be meat to anger pack of wolves.

Prince Edward and Major Storm walked passed the guns, the men bowed at them because of Edward. They stopped at the end and looked at 250mm gun with a person in brown duster with hood on, standing on the end of the barrel. The man has white gloves and black boots. He stood on the barrel but never looked like he was about to fall off. He was vampire like Edward. He was master theft. He was Lord Remy Barrilleaux-Saint Clair. He looked back, he was wearing a steel mask like Edward has on.

“Looks like a Hell of battle is happen.” said Remy, his Cajun accent was heavy and the mask did not help it.

“Get off the gun before a strong wind knocks your ass into the water.” said Edward.

“Yes, Uncle.” said Remy. He back flipped out the gun and lands by Edward and Victor. “So…think all of these has been a waste?”

“Don’t know, only time will tell.” said Edward. The three men looked out at the sea.

Setius was anxiously watching his ships being torn open by enemy fire, when a circling cruiser took a hit from an explosion coming from under the surface of the water.

"Submarines! Why aren't you covering us? How'd that get through?!" he yelled into his intercom.

One of the captains, his voice crackling over the radio responded, "There shouldn't be any enemy subs in position there! Wait... The enemy is using what looks like a bunch of moving mines... they're not subs, and they're too small to waste torpedos on!"

"Great..." Setius switched to fleet wide com.

"All remaining ASW ships, fire your ASROCs! Now! Anywhere that won't hit one of our subs, I want a missile!"

Huge fountains of water blew into the sky, as the few remaining destroyers complied....

Just as Setius started to turn away to chekc a console, a missile slammed into the armor shielding around the bridge, spewing flames onto the viewing window.

"Get out, now!", he screamed, but before the first man got a chance to evacuate, another missile impacted. Then another. The armor, already restricting the view before the missile, sagged down, softened by the intense heat of the incindiary missiles, blocking the window. The Admiral caught a glimpse of similar explosions coming down on his few remaining vessels, where ever the missiles weren't shot down.

Setius didn't need to get to the auxillary command center a level down to know the situation was lost. All of his ships were on fire, or sinking.

He left the room and made his way down the staircase towards Engineering. Stepping over the flaming corpse of an engineer, he accessed the Reactor control panel for one of the huge engines powering the supercarrier. Inputting the security override, he withdrew the fuel rods from their cooling sheathes, and set a timer to raise the containment shielding from the reactor. He repeated the steps for the other reactor, then ran back up to the auxilliary command, as about every kind of klaxon on the ship went berserk.

"All ships, clear the area around the flagship... charge the enemy fleet to cover the Annihilus! Pro Imperator!"

He still had 15 minutes to wait before containment was breached...

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The remaining ships (5 supercarriers, 13 dreadnoughts, about 50 cruisers, and a hundred destroyers or so), or those that were able to move, shifted to full speed and charged the Jenrak fleet, guns roaring. All except for the Annihlus, which was making full speed in retreat...

The huge swarm of landing craft sped ever on towards The Nightmare, their guns and missile launchers firing desperately to cover their mad charge...

The clouds of the shadows still adamant, the war was fought over green lights, in the blackness a small legion moved up the large rocky outcrop that was dusting up with sands most bright. Sounds of birds could be heard for their possible feast in the savagery, though it would have to be a race on whom would reach there first – the dreaded Sadicistra or the carrions of nature, wings spread and features flocking with their feathers, hooked beaks and claws in the brisk air as they began to plummet in their blindness to the ground, unable to see through anything. The Temsplace waited on, their arms thick with strength, their rockets, black and shiny, ready to pound down unforgiving fire against their foe, their rockets shimmering with utmost flames unprecedented, prepared to fire.

In the moment they found the enemy’s movements on their screens, Sly’lioth stood from his central position and lifted his fingers, snapping it together as the surge of electricity between the snap caused the Temsplace army to realise their assault to come to fruition, and with that, a hive of rockets blasted towards the enemy’s transports, the Vizi-Turrets nearby ripping their blasting bullets from the hearth of their sleek metal cannons with furor, the unseen balls of fire and explosive charges rattling as the chemical hearths shook with earth-shattering strength, the ands most likely dancing in their fear of the blaze lifted like lava, the boulders melting in the heat, the shoreline utterly torn into shreds as the waters near the shoreline boiled under the constant Temsplace and Vizi-Turret fire. It was critical that the enemy did not put a single foot on the sands of Jenrak for more than a picosecond.

“Shra’dudiin!” Sly’lioth yelled in his roaring voice, as the Temsplace continued, the Sirens reloading their rockets constantly as the supply soldiers running with fervour to keep the religious war machine under constant movement.

From the naval battle, the enemy’s movements showed a charging, reckless fleet, as the Jenrakian fleet looked on, preparing their final stand against the Ftagn fleet, nothing but a small slab of metal against the immensity of the Jenrakian steel that lurked in the darkness atop the waves. The enemy’s depth-charge like attack caused many of the drones to quake and shatter, but a fast and swift movement separating the drones quickly apart allowed them to stop a possible chain reaction of explosions which could have ended the drone offensive.

Gearing up together, the motley number of drones rushed forwards once more, mindless and heartless.

Ouridna

The clouds began to break apart, the darkness softly shifting away as the black moving objects jumped and jaded and shaded and twisted about in their unseen agony, their dominion of shadow killed in the piercing, powerful rays of the pure sunlight, as it broke through the clouds and bright knives of glittering rays shone still and fervent in their glamour. Now, the darkness receded, the light came to full circle, and nothing but pockets of lunatic absolutism waded and waved amongst the broken sands. For the first time, in the battle for the coastlines, the light shone through the chiasmic voids of man’s heart and began to show the horrid, vivid images that was present at the battlefield. Amongst the waters, flames upon sachets of oil were luminously battling the sunlight for dominance of rays, as the ships of both sides trudged on, many carcasses of both man and machine floating like soft spoken cadavers in the red ocean. The glittering spires of Ouridna sparkled with a godly, powerful nightlife essence, the towers of the heavily fortified city growing with immensity, dominance above all other machines upon the battlefields, their stone rigid stances perched like swords of war. Towers and cannons of torturous design, sleek and thin but twisted at their bases of silver, rumbled and fired shining flare after flare of fire, the destruction causing seen shockwaves as gusts of air rattled through the daylight.

Soldiers scurried about in their uniforms, gathering their projectiles, firing their chemical dipped bullets upon the closing enemy, their turrets and their guns raging violently with a colourful, splashing display of eccentric design and obliteration. Annihilation was the kiss of excitement, and sheer death rained upon both sides with cold, unstoppable fervour. Whitecaps rushed and with frothing excitement splashed un evenly across the Argus, tall islands with enormous rocks and cliffs, yet they merely lumbered on in the scarred deformed shapes, the wrestling enemy fire causing craters and holes beyond recognition, entire fortresses upon the islands barely two feet tall, their gargantuan and imposing spires fallen and crippled beyond all doubt and slashing down into the wet, blood filled ground. Soldiers ran about in the muddy, blood piddled scenery, the atmosphere behind a thin green veil with the moving black objects still shockingly dribbling about.

Shining aboard the rocky cliffs, down at the coastline, the constant Vizi-Turret fire aboard the cliffs at the beaches shocked and raped the sandy lengths until they almost ravaged with the blood of nature – lime-green, soft, almost mucous like and shimmering. The gasses were launched, to keep the enemy at their position, to keep them pinned, though things were hardly that easy nowadays. The Temsplace, their large armour large and tall in a smoke-blue shade, the crossed ‘T’ on their arms and back, the crudely carved ‘S’ slashed into their chest, they looked from the safety of the shade of darkness and the breezy fans blowing with their soft kiss of icy cold lips.

Their rockets now shown, sleek and black in colour, painted skilfully with thin hands, their gloves in metal gauntlets covering towards their forearm, small strings tied to their helmets and shoulders with a creeping malice that shook with glazed anger in the heat. Their eyes could not be seen beneath the cold face concealing, tangent expressions of their long, straight helmets, the shaping of the eyes in constant sorrow amongst their peers. Behind them, the black armoured Sirens stood in their numbers, running about as rifles were carried in their arms, supply soldiers in a soft velvet uniform gracing the sands with utmost velocity when their quick-footed feet picked up the sands and sloshed it about.

Sly’lioth stood atop his hand shaped cliff, his rocket firing madly in a quick succession as he turned about, kneeling down to safety and reloading quickly before getting up to fire once more. His charcoal black armour was polished to a great degree, like a dark ominous mirror that showed no normality. He looked like many of the other Temsplaces there, yet a long silk-like cape stood behind his armour, draped about his shoulders with the weight of power in his arms, his fingers moved about as his armies clattered professionally around the confines of nature, the soldiers marching with their tandem in clutched spaces.

Sadicistra, in their dress of blades, their armour white and thin with plastic skin atop their own, licked carefully and happily at the carnage that was to unfold, awaiting the death that would ensue. Their fingers identical – thin, wiry and like knives as the bones showed their soft white pigments as they prepared their rifles, their bracelet of steel wrung around the city, tall spires still shining like diamonds of knives erect in the brightened landscape, armies of skeletons still cackling as the fight waged on.

The churning water filled with twisted wreckage and broken bodies as the transports came under heavy fire from the defending garrison. The first landing craft made shore and opened it's door moments before a rocket slammed into it's side, sending the occupants fleeing onto the crater wracked beach. Their ornate, charcoal black carapace armor was not enough to save them from the intense enemy fire, and they were cut to pieces. More and more transports hit the shore, disgorging their excessively dangerous cargo, mounted turrets thundering to provide covering fire. The legionnaires willingly threw themselves into the meat grinder, chanting hymns of battle, and praising the Emperor with their dying breaths as they were struck down.

Further away from shore, a group of particularily large transports dropped their ramps, releasing amphibious APCs flying the crimson banners of the Aquilus Legion Infantry, the elite extension of the Emperor's will...
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Admiral Setius watched as the last remnants of his fleet were shattered against the Jenrak navy. Glancing down, he noticed the timer had only a minute left. He hit the button to delay the countdown. It would not do to detonate prematurely...

Soft waves crash against the thick metal, whitecaps frothing like the distinct ray of rabies against the two fleets, one much larger as the other was immensely smaller. A small row of islands stood between, and it was here the Ftagn invaders would make their last stand against the elite Jenrakian navy. The sun had broken up already the darkness of the black clouds, but there was still much to do. For a short period of time, the Jenrakian was fighting the Ftagns for control of the shoreline, and it was evident that perhaps the Ftagns would not be able to touch Jenrakian soil. A rally group would be required to bring the Temsplace from the eastern ends of the empire to the shorelines of Ouridna, the soft gust falling and rising as the seabirds cackled about in soft amusement, their plush white feathers flocking with the same soft potency they showed earlier. A single captain stood on the metal bridge, his eyes outwards to the rushing enemy, his hands behind his back with careful contemplation, his stance rigid and stall. It was here he spoke.

“They are going to detonate themselves to take us out.” He said, a slight tone of remorse in his voice. “They want to open a hole in our shield to allow more soldiers to land on Ouridna.” He spoke again, carefully, a taller man in a soft blue-grey suit stood nearby, his hat straight and his arms crossed as many medals adorned his suit.

“Detonate them all.” This man ordered, looking at his captain, the two figures still standing there like silhouettes amongst the cold frigid stench of death that lurked around them.

From the cannons of the newly arrived Vizi-Lords, the great super-dreadnoughts of the Haasdra navy, the ripping sound of thunderous explosions rocked about, the cannons on their decks rushing and blasting with an insane stature, fire glittering with deft smoke billowing into the bright daylight, slashes of firepower in hordes driven towards the enemy in a brilliant display of fire, flame, and fury.

From the shoreline, the marble-like pebbles on the sandy shoreline, barely more than a quarter of a kilometre long before large and lumbering cliffs on each side began to appear, the Temsplace kept their continual fire, shockwave after shockwave released as they began firing against the Ftagn transports and soldiers with utmost accuracy. Flames leapt up in the battlefield, the Lihure tanks behind the soldiers, the blasts from their cannons quick and decisive. The large anti-armour Temsplace began to fire their stronger rockets, thick and sleek yet still light and swift, as the Sadicistra prepared their attack.

“Feast upon the flag people.” The enormous Vizi-Terrux commander retorted through his helmet, a rifle staunch in his hands as he skilfully fired round after round against invading enemies, his bullets dipped in a soft venom with painful qualities. Rushing in complete speed, he burst through the fire and fired off another violent volley, the bullets sleeting through the air towards his enemies, before another Sadicistra joined him, their continual fire allowing assistance to the Temsplace. Sirens, in their thin black armour and uniform, rushed up the cliffs to man the machine guns, the long constant fire rushing out with pouring pain.

Fires blazing, metal slashing, the people of Ouridna watch.