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Kor'manthor - Capital City of The Skull Wastes

The fields were covered in skulls, thousands of them littered the ground, houses had been smashed apart, their occupants, their heads removed, added to the field of skulls that now was the dominant part of this land scape, vast glyphs, symbols of Khorne adorned the houses.

The Houses smouldered gently as the fires of rage slowly died within them, another occupant, headless and chained to the wall was burnt to cinders, his form was nothing more than a shadow of his former self, his skin crisped and cracked, blackened and a dark red, a strench stench of pork hung in the air.

A man, wearing heavy armour, adorned in skulls knelt in the field of skulls, his warband besides them, they all carried AK - 47's, or other soviet era weaponry, RPGs and some with draganov's, each of them however wore an almost ancient style of armour, but mainly it was bits and peices of metal locked into place with bolts, each however had adorned themselves in the glyphs of Khorne as well as bloody skulls, scraps of flesh still hung from them, while others had bathed in the blood of their victims.

"The hunt was good was it not?"

The Warband behind him cheered, shouting the name of Khorne at the top of their lungs, or firing their weapons wildly into the air, these men were blood crazed, each one still feeling the thrill of the hunt, the stench of iron was strong in the air and it ignited their senses.

"Master Khorne has looked down upon us kindly this day, and in return, we have Harvested him skulls for his Throne, and blood for his chalice..."

The warband continue their frenzy, they started pushing each other, jumping up and down while what little ammunition within their Ak's was spent firing wildly into the air once again.

"But it doesn't stop here my brothers, it goes on, onwards into the rest of the world, This Field... This field of skulls will become a testemant to our Lord Khorne, and with it we will rampage unchecked across the continent, This land will soon burn with the fires of war and soon Master Khorne will have a bountifull supply of skulls and his rivers will swell with blood, mark this day my brothers, for Khorne is looking upon us all and we are the servants of Blood..."

The man in heavy armour rose to his feet, held his AK - 47 high into the air, then drew a long battle sword and held that aloft also...

"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!"

and in reply each of his warriors returned...

"SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!"

Outside Kor'manthor Capitol of The Skull Wastes

It was a small convoy, of no less than 5 vehicles, each one was a civilian transport, trying desperately to escape the random blood shed and violence that had now overtaken their one proud lands, the civilians were scared, scared for their lives, scared for the lives of their loved ones, the madness that had engulfed the city was like nothing anyone had seen before...

One civilian cast his mind back to the start, it sent a cold chill up his spine, but he couldn't escape it, what he'd seen had scared him mentaly for life.


One Month Ago

The Military was a proud and strong military, its tactical officers were some of the best in the world, renound for their thinking and ability to out smart enemy generals, the military, while equipped mainly with Soviet Era weaponry was however, well trained and new the strengths and weakness's of what they were armed with, and together they became some of the best soldiers known in the region, however...

In the weeks running up to the now famed Blood Orgy, the Generals were facing defeats, defeat after defeat, their military had been smashed on many fronts, and the once proud military was now broken, it lay in ruins, people dispared their country was on the verge of collapse, until one General had read about a religion, or Kult of some sorts, one devoted to the worship of war and death, something he thought could bring about a new age for the Military of Kor'manthor...

He approached the Generals with an idea, suggesting that they looked further into the subject, which suprisingly to him, the Generals all agreed, with many forces knocking at their borders, the Generals would do anything to avoid a total defeat..

And So it began, slowly each General succumbed to the sway of the Kult, it was slow at first, a few simple gatherings, a few small rituals, until the sway got too great and one by one each became more and more fanatical, each one started to get urges, urges to spill blood, urges to spill the blood of their enemies, from here the snowball was set in motion, and it began to cascade...

The Soldiers now began to follow the Kult, until one by one each became a Berzerker, frenzied by the smell of blood, untold rage contained within, and each one a fanatical follower to the Blood God...

This was when the Blood Orgy Started, the forces of Kor'manthor began to pour out into the streets, butchering people with crude axes and swords, anything that would spill the blood in Khornes favoured way, anything that would let the blood flow freely, guns were often thrown down in favour of crude axes or in some cases bare hands...

Blood flowed freely across the city, its roads ran like rivers and its drains bubbled and toiled with blood, the walls were stained, its once glorius architecture was now covered in horrific glyphs to Khorne, Skulls torn from the corpses now littered the streets or hung from lamp posts, while the lush fields were now killing grounds, as people fled the Blood Frenzy, they were cut down by insane berzerk followers of The Blood Kult, and with it the lush golden corn was stained red, the innocence lost...

The Government collapsed and the entire nation was turned from order and peace to Anarchy, Blood, War and Chaos....

And everywhere it was heard...

"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!"

followed by the howl of insane bezerkers...

"SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!"


The Dark Days were here...

Present Day

A Jolt awoke the man from his day dream, a tear rolled down his cheek as he remebered, as he saw them butcher his wife, tearing her skull from her body and holding it aloft in unholy triumph, the skulls bloody, lifeless eyes hung from the sockets as the Warriors of Khorne burnt the house down...

"Why..." was all that he could muster

OOC:
You forgot the third (actually the second) line of the chant:
Souls for the Soul Eater
Buts thats Ok GW have been gradually writing that bit out.

Now with the chaos god of cabinet making on the warpath are you looking for outside involvement? are you willing to put up with goody goody two shoes templars with one of the world's largist militaries behind them sticking thier noses in?

OOC:
You forgot the third (actually the second) line of the chant:
Souls for the Soul Eater
Buts thats Ok GW have been gradually writing that bit out.

Now with the chaos god of cabinet making on the warpath are you looking for outside involvement? are you willing to put up with goody goody two shoes templars with one of the world's largist militaries behind them sticking thier noses in?

(OOC: Ah yes, But for some reason, Soul Eater doesn't really fit with the Khorne chant, its more of a Slaaneshy chant, if you want to get involved, feel free to send an Expeditionary force into the country and discover the various disgusting and grim things you will find there..)

Upon hearing of this horrific news, the Emperor of Parkus was stunned, and after much debate it was decided...war was on it's was. "People...I know war is a terrible thing...as you all know I personally lead my men in battle...but this is a crisis...if we do not strike now our nation will be in danger from these psychotic devils...I declare war on The Blood Kult...we will takeover their goverment and restore order and peace...and on top of helping the citizens we will add to our own territory...TO WAR!!"

OOC: true it does sound a bit more slanpansy

IC:
3 Weeks ago

The darkened hall ways echoed with the ringing of armoured boots at the march, as the hooded figured made his way deeper into the tunnels beneath the barrack monastry of Kirkhill. Deeper he travelled, past the securly locked doors of vaults, thier contents sealed away behind heavily armoured doors, never to see the light of day again. By now he had entered some of the oldest sections of the vast tunnel system that honey combed the mountain beneath the medieval fortress. At last he came to a stop before a door way and entered a key in the lock, and steped through quickly as the door hissed open and closed.
The Room's interior was a strak contrast to the anccient dungoen atmosphere of the corridors, the room was white, clean, clinical with a large glass barrier sperating the first part of the room from what appeared to be a fairly normal hospital room, in which an old man slumbered, at peace for the moment.
As the hooded figure entered the room he was greated by a man, a doctor to msot appearnaces unless one counted the monk's tonsur on his head.
"Brother General, it was good of you to come so hastely."
"Haste is of the upmost when your patient calls, Brother Doctor, when did this start? and is he able to give us any kind of location?"
"it started about 2 days ago and while he has given nothign terribly accurate we have been able to decipher a some what localised source." on sayign this the doctor passed the hooded man a data tablet displaying a map indicating an area of almsot continental size.
"Hmmm," mused the hooded man, " Somewhat localised indeed, but its a start, thank you docotr, you are now authorised for direct contact with myself and the rest of the inner council, if he gives you anythign else inform us immediatly!".
"Understood Brother General, go with god."
"God be with you too, and god be with those poor souls trapped in the path of this on comming hell."

1 Week ago
Stratcom Conferance Room, Palace of the Coveneant, Kirkhill, Crookfur
"And there you have it, your Majesty" concluded the breifing officer "After the tip off from the Orders militant our satalittes were able to make out the distinctive signs of this particualr type of.. infection centred on the nation of Kor'manthor (sorry if that is not your nations Rped name), we have nothign in the way of diploamtic links with what govenrment existed before the infection so are not entirely well informed of the situation, what we do know is that it is clear that to some degree a percentage of the civilian population is still allive, although we don't know how long they will last or how long it will be before the infection breaches the borders of surounding nations. In short Your Majesty we have to act, and act now."

"And act we will," Spoke the King, his voice full of concern and consideration, " We will dispatch 3 priamry operation fleets, 2 marine fleets and what ever vessels are required to aid this nation in fighting off its infection, if on arrival it becomes clear that more than 2 divsions of marines are required, the army will be mobilized."

That room was silent most of the time, aside from a page turning or cigarette igniting. They liked that room dark. Only twilight from a frosted glass panel silhouetted the two of them. Sacha murmured something to himself and flipped to the next page. Ludvik sent a spiral of smoke falling upwards towards the ceiling.

"Christ. . . Savages."

"No different from the pogroms of Hood, Sacha."

"You're still ignorant to the definition of savage to me?"

"A compliment for you, an insult for savages."

Sacha whispered to himself, flipping through the report again.

"Delightful, this."

"Consider it a Christmas gift."

"Yes, chaos, I adore this. I do suspect the occult. . ."

"Suspicious? The man who worships, what was it, Lions?"

"No suspicions. Infatuation. Have we anything close to this place?"

"Shortly, yes."

(throws up)

To: The Blood Kult
From: 1010102

I demand that you stop this barbarism right now! If you do not stop I will have to respond with millitary force.

A crude sword was brought down hard, it crushed the collar bone and broke several ribs, before the rather blunt blade drew blood, the Warrior, a tall man decked out in a crude armour, a set of bleached bone horns rose from his helmet as the stench of blood rose from the broken man before him, he roared in anger again, sending the blade crashing down onto the man again, and again, until the man was practicaly cleaved in two, from the right hand shoulder, down to his groin...

The Warrior placed a hand on the mans head, then with a few force full twists, the massive armoured hand pulled free the head, then holding it aloft for all to see he roared in triumph, calling the name of his God while brandishing his sword up high..

The Sword gleamed in the light of the morning sun, as smoke rose from various fires across the city...

The Dark Lord looked down from his vantage point, a Mountain range a few miles from what was know known as The Skull Wastes, the new name for this Continent, almost three million innocents slain in the Orgy of blood, and their skulls cast out into the earth...

The Dark Lord was pleased, the work he had done was good and he could feel Khornes gaze upon him, his Chosen warriors stood behind him, their nostrils filled with the stench of iron, fresh from a kill, a young woman lay in bits across the rocky out crop behind them, her Skull now attached to one of the warriors trophy racks... they were still frenzied and continued to push one an other in an almost mosh pit esque scene...

"The Lord Khorne is pleased, We have done well... Our Warriors are strong and numerous, the weak and unworthy have been offered up into sacrifice to Khorne and now his land is littered with our offerings... Skulls for his Skull throne"

Instantly the Warriors piped up...

"SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!"

The Dark Lord roared in triumph with them, holding his sword aloft...

"LET IT BE KNOWN NOW! THAT THE WORLD WILL FEEL THE WRATH OF KHORNE, THE WORLD WILL TREMBLE AS THE VERY POWER OF CHAOS WILL REIGN SUPREME, LET IT BE KNOWN NOW THAT THE BLOOD KULT WILL NOT STOP UNTIL EVERY SKULL HAS BEEN COLLECTED AND EVERY DROP OF BLOOD SPILLED!.... WE ARE WARRIORS OF KHORNE AND SO WE FIGHT!..."

"FOR THE GLORY OF KHORNE MY BROTHERS!"

"BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD"

"SKULLS FOR THE SKULL THRONE!"

To: The Blood Kult
From: 1010102

Stop this now or or face the best men in my army.We can crush you before you can lift a finger.

Just to show them that they mean business, a cruise missile that didn't have a war head was fired at the capital of this barbaric nation.

To: The Blood Kult
From: 1010102

Stop this now or or face the best men in my army.We can crush you before you can lift a finger.

Just to show them that they mean business, a cruise missile that didn't have a war head was fired at the capital of this barbaric nation.
The Emperor sent 1010102 message, saying he offered full support of his actions. "But" The Emperor coninued "don't try to horn in on the spoils."

The Emperor sent 1010102 message, saying he offered full support of his actions. "But" The Emperor coninued "don't try to horn in on the spoils."

you will get an equal share.

you will get an equal share.
Hmmm...but I get to rule when we've taken care of this mess eh?

Hmmm...but I get to rule when we've taken care of this mess eh?

how about you get 55% and i get 44% of the nation we just take the land.

he gets 1% of his nation.

To: The Blood Kult
From: 1010102

Stop this now or or face the best men in my army.We can crush you before you can lift a finger.

Just to show them that they mean business, a cruise missile that didn't have a war head was fired at the capital of this barbaric nation.

A Warrior was ripping the skull from a child, His sword had impaled the child to a wall as the armoured hands of the Warrior clawed at the childs skull, twisting and ripping it from the spinal chord, severing it in a spray of blood, the Warrior held the head aloft, Crying out to his lord Khorne, while the blood still spraying from the arteries of the child covered the warriors armour in the thick crimson ichor....

Suddenly, the Cruise missile landed in the Capitol city, smashing into a building, but not exploding... The Warriors roared in triumph, crowding the weapon, and cheering, baying at those who fired it, roaring, and screaming with unholy fury....

The Dark Lord had watched the weapon crash into the ruined city below, the Glyphs of Khorne adorned the buildings, while huge twelve foot pikes had various people impaled, their limbs held apart with chains, while smaller chains and fish hooks had pulled their intestines out, holding them in place, their intenstines hung in the open air, while black Crows pecked and tore at the rotting flesh...

"The Cowards seek to impress us with their little toys... such fools do not know the power of Khorne..." The Dark Lord drew his sword...

"Steel is a true test of the metal of man... be the men or cowards, I will slay them all, I will feast upon their flesh and drink their blood from their skulls... It will be a Glorious day when the cowards seek to war with us... It will be glorious in deed and Khornes Skulls Throne will have a bountifull supply...Bring the cowards, I yearn to taste battle once more..."

The Warriors behind him were still frenzied, they bayed and howled in triumph, glaring at the missile that was now lodged inside a building...

"GLORY TO KHORNE!"

They roared once again, their weapons drawn, bashing them against their armour and making a deafening noise... it was War they wanted, and War Was Good...

--SECRET IC--
To: The Blood Kult
From: Mr. White, foreign affairs officer
Subject: Military Intervention
Message: The Dominion has been watching with interest the internal situation of your nation, and the consequent international responses. Our Emperor was impressed with your fanaticism, and so we would like to extend the offer of military support or economic air should war arise. We hope you will consider our offer.

Good day,
Mr. White

OOC: Very nicely written opening RP, good job.

OCC: Why help him he is killing millions of his people?

OOC: Is that a problem? I admire his fanaticism.

The Emperor Laughed aloud when he read the file on "The Blood Kult", then he remembered the serious situation and stoped. "6 million people only?" he asked their leader. "AND you expect to take me, my men, AND 1010102 on the open battlefeild?!?! And on top of that, with crude axes, silly armor and such? HAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAA!!!!" The Emperor halted his euphora when he saw the images burned in his mind. "To war men!" he said, his soldiers chanted: "LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR! LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR!" as he led them on his traditional horse to the borders of "The Blod Kult"...

The Emperor Laughed aloud when he read the file on "The Blood Kult", then he remembered the serious situation and stopped. "6 million people only?" he asked their leader. "AND you expect to take me, my men, AND 1010102 on the open battlefield?!?! And on top of that, with crude axes, silly armor and such? HAHAHAHAHHAAHAHAA!!!!" The Emperor halted his euphoria when he saw the images burned in his mind. "To war men!" he said, his soldiers chanted: "LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR! LONG LIVE THE EMPEROR!" as he led them on his traditional horse to the borders of "The Blood Kult"...

remember that he killed 3 million of them....

--SECRET IC--


OOC: Very nicely written opening RP, good job.


(OOC: Thanks, I appreciate it)



The Dark Lord rose from his kneeling position, he'd been like that for some time now, watching his Warriors of Khorne butcher the innocent and spill their blood onto the pavements below...

"Ah... One who wishes to Aid Lord Khorne..."

While the warriors favoured crude axes and swords over guns and other weaponry, they still had the technology available to them, so there were tanks, aircraft and other style of warfare that The Warriors of Khorne could use if needed...

A message was sent to Emperor Pudu...



From The Blood Soaked Skull Throne of The Dark Lord

Glory be to Khorne, you too wish to seek the thrill of battle and to spill blood in the name of my Lord Khorne, I respect that...

What is your sword arm like? are you man enough to face the enemy face to face with a sword in your hand and the fires of The Eye in your heart?

If you do then you are more than welcome to join my brothers in Battle, we will spill the blood of the Innocents across the lands, and rejoice in the sounds of battle... To The Glory of Khorne

BLOOD FOR THE BLOOD GOD!

The Dark Lord
http://www.ataudamatista.com/images/orig/khorne00.gif

OOC: i suppose i should ask, any info on geographical lcoation? prefferably a rough realtion to a ppint on the glode (north mid atlantic, west south pacific or soemthing along those lines), are you an isalnd or do you ahve neighbours?

Juts asking so i don't suddenly have fleets and crisue missiles appearign from no where.

IC:
Lord Admiral James Black shuddered as he looked at the latest footage taken from recon satalites over the region, god this was even worse than the horrors of the facist insurrection, the Orders Militant had been hard pressed to hide the evil truth behind some of the more "excessive" brutalities of 60 years ago, it simply wasn't safe for the general populance to know about the dark powers that lurked in the balckest parts of the human soul. Even now the vast publicity machine of the orders was at work laying the ground work to blame the events of some sort of mass hysteria and delusion.
For the moment safe in his cabin on board the Grand Master class Super Battleship (Dreadnought to those who use the DN and SDN nomeclature), we could well foresee how terrible this campaign, would be, he only hoped he would be in time to save anyone from this msot errible of fates.

Almsot as a mirror to the Admirals dark thoughts the weahter was dark and stormy as the alrge fleet smashed its way through the waves, soon the fleet would be in range and able to do something, intially it would be mainly recon and defence supression until the situation became clear but then the troops would have to go in, the awesome power of naval and aireal bombardment would only do so much, the people needed heros and by god Crookfur would provide them.

"death To Men Who Think They Are Brave To Kill Innocents!"

how about you get 55% and i get 44% of the nation we just take the land.

he gets 1% of his nation.

Somehow i doubt that is the sort of thing this Rp is intended for, i highly doubt the usual mass gang rape was what was aimed for.

never the less:

IC:
Crookfur High command (from now on called Stratcom) takes the time to contact what local and national command elements of the Parkus and 1010102 armed forces can be contacted to seek soem sort of unified approach. The Kingdom is grateful for any help in this dark atter but it at tiems doubts wether others could truely appreiciate the depth of the darkness arising in this situation.

OOC: Its a Large Island made up of several States, Kor'manthor being the biggest, its Temperate Climate mainly made up of Fields of Corn or small industries, Kor'manthors military structure was strong, and their soliders were all Highly trained with soviet era military equipement, however the Dark Lord is now refering to the Island as "The Skull Wastes" because the Majoritory of Kor'manthor is now covered in skulls

The Emperor halted at the border,and shouted at his enemy: "Any man who says guns are cowardly, but triumphs over killing a innocent child is a hypocrit!" His men advanced as he dismounted. "DEATH TO COWARDS LIKE YOU!" He and his men opened fire on the enemy.

(OOC: Thats impressive, I must cower away in fear at your army that can walk on water, you put jesus to shame, an Entire army?! and a horse Wow! )

OOC: thanks, iassuem it is Ok that my forces are now "close"? if you ahve any particualr ways you want thigns to go feel free to ask and msot of all fel free to call me out if over step any lines.

BTW very nice writing so far and sorry for the constant typos...

On board the iceberg carrier; Devastator, Admiral Tokken stood and watched over the fleet of 4 SDs,2 regular carriers,12 heavy cruisers,25 frigates, and 50 troop transports. 4 divisions of the Imperial Guard have been sent to The Blood Kult to wipe it from the face of the earth.

OOC: thanks, iassuem it is Ok that my forces are now "close"? if you ahve any particualr ways you want thigns to go feel free to ask and msot of all fel free to call me out if over step any lines.

BTW very nice writing so far and sorry for the constant typos...


OOC: Go for it


The Blood Kult had watched the fleet approaching, and already the Naval forces of the Island had been sent to engage them, it was made up mainly of around 50 to 100 vessels, each one adorned in skulls of their former crews, each one stained in blood, each one had headless corpses strapped to the sides, and huge glyphs of Khorne hung from various parts of the ships, the vessels were horrific and sickening to look at, the Captain of the lead Battleship was strapped to the front of the bridge, his chest had been split open and his organs removed, his intestines had been pulled out and suspended from hooks like a sickening and grim spiders web...

The Naval forces slowly approached, its Blood Frenzied crewmen slavered and shouted in triumph as the vessels nearered... they would wait however to see what the metal of their enemy was....

But in the essence of it all, The Blood Kult navy was preparing for boarding actions..

The fighting was intense even though the enemy had simple swords. The Emperor, due to a battle wound, was in the reserve tent plotting his stragey: "Well, they can't have to many troops in there with so low a poulation...lower because of the slaughter." His servant poured him another glass and he observed most of whatever was left of the population WAS the military.

After this Godforsaken war was over, he would bury any remains of the dead in the he could find...a lot of burying to be sure...poor innocent people. He would hold millions of services for all the dead...even the hated enemy, though almost pure evil had a soul in there somewhere and he must honor them too...though any alive after the war would almost certainly be put to-death.


OOC: I'm sorry, I'm ignoring your posts until you make some sense, Your forces have not magicaly entered the island, and are not engaging my forces, and if you re-read my posts, they are not armed with "Simple" swords...

OOC: I'm sorry, I'm ignoring your posts until you make some sense, Your forces have not magicaly entered the island, and are not engaging my forces, and if you re-read my posts, they are not armed with "Simple" swords...
Bah! Fine, The Emperor enters via the sea, and prepares to open fire on the barbaric ships. "Launch all planes, and target the flagship" said the Emperor from his aircraft carrier "Glory."

Meanwhile, the ships "Conquerer", "Atalanta", "Parkus", "Prudent", and "Willful" all started their assualt.

The 4th fleet of 1010102 was in position when the enemy fleet was attacking with The Parkus Empire's fleet. The carriers launched 380 planes at the enemy fleet. then the ships with cruise missles fired them at the enemy ships as well. The Battleships moved in and started to open fire.

The sound of the guns filled the sky, the smoke was so dense, the Emperor could not see 10 centimeters.

Port Compound PC-2133, 3rd Pudite Coastal District, 12:17 PM

The port compound of PC-2133 was bustling with activity. Worker caste men loaded supplies, the Artisan caste checked over the vehicles before deployment, with officers of Warrior and Noble castes shouting orders over the din of the heavy cranes and loading craft. There were hundreds of thousands of men assembled on the docks today, all working towards he quick launch of the fleet designated Task Force 03.

Outside his window on the observation deck of the Noble’s tower on compound PC-2133 Admiral Romanchenkov surveyed his charges. The last time he had under him a fleet this large was the beginning of the successful Chitzilandian campaign. He and his men were riding on a wave of confidence after their victories there and abroad.

Sitting out almost a mile offshore sat the admirals flagship, the Calypso class Super Dreadnought, the Inescapable, surrounded by the other capital ships of Task Force 03. There was the Freedom class dreadnaught Conflagration, her three sister ships, the Flames of Purity, the Inferno and the Wrath of Flame, the Tye Verna class fleet carriers Intolerable and Untouchable.

Surrounding these heavy capital ships were twelve Roydia class Battleships, eight Alliance class supercruisers, thirteen Carthage class air defense cruisers, nine Helina class battlecruisers, and fifteen Portlandia class guided missile cruisers. Beyond the larger ships sat the hosts of escorts. Most of the smaller ships were still in port, loading supplies for the journey, later to be distributed to the other ships of the fleet, or on picket duty two or three miles outside of the docks. These escorts numbered thirty-four Atlantia class AEGIS destroyers, twenty-two Adari class air defense destroyers, and seventeen Champlain class missile frigates.

The fleet was ready to move, the last of the cargo was being stocked, and the cranes were pulling their booms back. Admiral Kakova strode back across his room to the elevator waiting for him, and pressed the ‘one’ button.

Half an hour later, Pudite Task Force 03 was launched, moving at a steady thirty-two knots in the direction of The Blood Kult. Following closely behind were the ships of the 18th Pudite Transport Flotilla, containing the one-million, five hundred thousand Orthae and the two-million Guardians of PC-2133’s garrison reserve. These transports would be escorted, in addition to Task Force 03, the ships of 22nd Cruiser Squadron, containing ten Monitor class heavy cruisers.

This force was expected to reach the shores of The Blood Kult in seventeen hours, due to its relatively near-by location. After seven of these hours at sea, Admiral Romanchenkov would meet with and join the ships of Task Force 02, currently returning from duty off the shores of Spizania. This new fleet would consist of the same number and class of ships, one Calypso class super dreadnaught, four Freedom class dreadnaught, two Tye Verna class carriers, twelve Roydia class battleships, eight Alliance class supercruisers, thirteen Carthage class air defense cruisers, nine Helina class battlecruisers, and fifteen Portlandia class guided missile cruisers, and seventy three more escorts.

The last piece of the fleet would come from the 151st Submarine Flotilla, thirty Forthar class attack submarines and fifteen Pechtas class cruise missile submarines.

In seventeen hours, these enemies would be shown what it means to make an enemy of the Dominion…

Port Facility PC-2154, 3rd Pudite Coastal District, 12:17 PM

Because of the small delay between the arrival of the fleets and the declaration of war by the Emperor, it was believed important to let the enemy know what it was they were in for.

Thirty-five DAS-5 Vulcan intercontinental bombers were launched from PC-2154's airstrip. They were destined for the coasts of The Blood Kult, where now, as the Pudite fleet was launching, a naval battle was occurring. These bombers would fly over the battle at twenty thousand meters and deploy a total of forty-two thousand pounds of AGM-123 anti-ship missiles. They would fly in thirty-five aircraft shifts, so the bombings would continue non-stop all the way through allotted mission time. These attacks would continue for the next seventeen hours, until the bigger guns arrived.

OOC:
The Crookfur Naval task group conssits of about 300 vessels of which 26 are battleships of various sizes, 74 are carriers and assault ships, 30 are supply vessels, 40 are criusers, 120 are escorts and 10 are submarines. I had kind of forgotten how big Crookfur fleets had become so i cna scale it back if required.

IC:
On board the Henrick Mitchel, Admiral Black, watched with a grim satisfaction as the horde of monstrous vessels raced towards his fleet.
"Any sign of aircover yet? "

"Nothing yet sir, so far these fanatics are living up to the stereo types."

"Lets not be too hasty, even the most frenzied follower of the darkness can pull suprises, keep the fighter pickets up and prepare for Whitewash on my mark."

"Aye Sir," replied the other birdge officer and after a cpouple of minutes delay: "All sqaudrons report Whitewash readiness."

"Very well, begin." ordered the admiral his mouth almsot smiling with satisfaction, prepare to feel the power of rightous fire, you darkness worshiping bastards, prepare to be cleansed by the flames.

Through out the task force the govers of VLS cells clanged open and large missiles roared and lept into the sky. Rightous firebirds riding pillars of flame and smoke raced off the engage the twisted fleet. As a classic whitewash attack the first waves of missiles carried little in the way of explosve payload, thier cargo was more exotic than that. On entering the terminal pahse a avriety of thigns happened, some missiles began balsting out waves of jamming signals, short rnaged but powerful they could never hope to do much agaisnt a full fleets sensors, but that wasn't the objective, they merely created a degree of confusion for defensive systems, a degree of confusion furthered by other missiles which released clouds of decoys and chaff, giving the enemy a suddenly multiplying incomming attack. In behind this first wave of confusion came the real meat of the whitewash, a mass of heavy anti shipping missiles, not fitted with the more usual heavy pentrating warheads but with cluster muntions designed to spary the enemy fleet with razor sharp, shrapnel and explosively formed pentrators. These submuntiosn would never serious damage the main armour of a warship but they would play havok with radar antennas and lighter gun turrets. The whitewash was not designed to kill the enemy but to blind him by spraying a sandstorm of destruction across his vessels virtually erasing any exposed equipment or personnel.

When the sandstorm abated, it would be time for the guns of the fleet to coem into play and that was when things would get interesting.

OOC:
The Crookfur Naval task group conssits of about 300 vessels of which 26 are battleships of various sizes, 74 are carriers and assault ships, 30 are supply vessels, 40 are criusers, 120 are escorts and 10 are submarines. I had kind of forgotten how big Crookfur fleets had become so i cna scale it back if required.

IC:
On board the Henrick Mitchel, Admiral Black, watched with a grim satisfaction as the horde of monstrous vessels raced towards his fleet.
"Any sign of aircover yet? "

"Nothing yet sir, so far these fanatics are living up to the stereo types."

"Lets not be too hasty, even the most frenzied follower of the darkness can pull suprises, keep the fighter pickets up and prepare for Whitewash on my mark."

"Aye Sir," replied the other birdge officer and after a cpouple of minutes delay: "All sqaudrons report Whitewash readiness."

"Very well, begin." ordered the admiral his mouth almsot smiling with satisfaction, prepare to feel the power of rightous fire, you darkness worshiping bastards, prepare to be cleansed by the flames.

Through out the task force the govers of VLS cells clanged open and large missiles roared and lept into the sky. Rightous firebirds riding pillars of flame and smoke raced off the engage the twisted fleet. As a classic whitewash attack the first waves of missiles carried little in the way of explosve payload, thier cargo was more exotic than that. On entering the terminal pahse a avriety of thigns happened, some missiles began balsting out waves of jamming signals, short rnaged but powerful they could never hope to do much agaisnt a full fleets sensors, but that wasn't the objective, they merely created a degree of confusion for defensive systems, a degree of confusion furthered by other missiles which released clouds of decoys and chaff, giving the enemy a suddenly multiplying incomming attack. In behind this first wave of confusion came the real meat of the whitewash, a mass of heavy anti shipping missiles, not fitted with the more usual heavy pentrating warheads but with cluster muntions designed to spary the enemy fleet with razor sharp, shrapnel and explosively formed pentrators. These submuntiosn would never serious damage the main armour of a warship but they would play havok with radar antennas and lighter gun turrets. The whitewash was not designed to kill the enemy but to blind him by spraying a sandstorm of destruction across his vessels virtually erasing any exposed equipment or personnel.

When the sandstorm abated, it would be time for the guns of the fleet to coem into play and that was when things would get interesting.

(OOC: I'd ask you to tone it down a little)

The Vessels all suddenly lurched forwards, their blood raged crew hammered the engines with berzerk fury, pushing the unholy vessels forwards towards the enemy, Strathdonia (Or Crookfur, Confusing?) while the missiles were a confusing force to the defenses, they didn't hinder the pure blind rage and fury of the crew, the vessels continued onwards, while the Main guns, massive 25" cannons, leveled themselves towards the Cruisers, a volley was fired from the blood encrusted barrels, as the crewmen loaded another blood stained round, everything on this vessel was caked in dry, congealed blood... blood of the ships former crewmen....


the Vessels continued onwards, Even as the missiles struck vessels, they continued onwards, their insane and unholy crewmen now hanging over the sides, brandishing weaponry and looking more like undisiplined pirates than a crew of a warship....

OOC: Strathdonia, impact on your fleet of my missiles? Thats seventeen hours of missiles, 84,000 pounds an hour, seventeen ours constant. 1,428,000 pounds of anti-shipping missiles must do someting.

OOC:
My humble Appologies Purdu i had been reading your post as being by Parkus.
Any link to stats for the missiels or bombers? To be painfully nasty i could state that the unescorted bombers ran into my CAPs and were dieing pointlessly but that would be an extreme form of asshattery which i shall avoid. Allow me to modify my forces as per The Blood Kult's request and i shall endevor to make soem sort of reasoned response.
For the time being assume that my fighters are engaging your bombers as they arrive or that your bombers ar yet to arrive, that would make the timelining a bit easier to follow.

The Blood Kult: would reduction of the number of the main comabt vessels by about 50% be more reasonable.

As to the Crookfur/Strathdonia thing, Crookfur is my mainstream Rp nation and Strathdonia a puppet for use in the AMW roleplay group. Unfortuantly i have developed a bad habit of logginging in and posting as Strathdonia when i should be using Crookfur.
Crookfur details can be found here: http://www.nationstates.net/crookfur
if you wish me to post as Crookfur i shall endevor to do so.

I am sorry for filling up the thread with OOC nonsense for now on with the action.

IC:

In the tactical room of the Henrick Mitchel the mood was fairly upbeat as the the indicators of active radars amoungst the Khornate fleet began to vanish from screens but suddenly it changed.

"Gunfire! from the enemy fleet! the rnage looks long, FUCK!!!! they got Dawn Of Joy! She just vanished! Antioch and Tobruk are both out of the game, all 3 CruRons are reporting heavy damage!"

"Well gentlemen it seems the enemy is most defintly enganged and they have given us an extremely bloody nose, Tac lead? do we have then ranged?"

"Aye sir, the range will be long but even the 12s should make it."

"very good bring us about and intiate your fire plan."

Slowly the Crookfur Fleet turned to port, presenting thier broadsides to the on rushing enemy and the fleet spoke in enerst, From the sharp crackle of the rapid fire 12"ers to the rolling thunder of the Henrick Mitchel's 600mm weapons the capitol vessels of the Crookfur Royal navy let fly.
The lesser vessels of the fleet kept thier guns silent, thier 103, 160 and 210mm guns out ranged for the moment but they kept busy, lobbing the odd anti shipping missile towards the enemy fleet when the fire coordiantion system could find them a window.

High above the terrible exchnage on the seas, AWACs platforms of the Crookfur Fleet began picking up the signatures of incoming aircraft. With no IFF response and the new commers aparrently coming in on hot vectors fighters on the outer CAPS were vectored in on them and additional fighter cover scrambled from the carriers below.

OOC: As soon as you have the first bombing run fly over your fleet I'm going to do an IC thing to the effect of SH*T, FIGHTERS! And begin escorting my bombers, but my that time I will have already launched my second. Refusing to slow down the assualt, they will be unescorted.

The vessels of Strathdonia had opened fire, causing damage to ripple across the Blood Kults navy battle line, ships began to list gently in the water, while some of the larger guns of the warships were blown from their mountings as a 600mm shell slammed home into the armoured portion of the gun deck...

Still the ships ploughed onwards, their powerfull engines churning up the water as the frenzied warriors prepared boarding ramps, prepared their weaponry, swords, axes, AK 47's and other such weapons, each one chanting the name of their god Khorne and each one baying for blood, yearning to spill the blood of their enemies in unholy combat, each one a frenzied mad man of warfare, fanatical and devoute to the last man...

The Fleet continued to bear down on Strathdonia, while in the back ground, as the fleet continued onwards two cruisers were exposing their underside, as the vessel tipped, and rolled over in the water... its crew either drowning straight away, or drowning shortly afterwards, their crude armour dragging them down into the waters below...

OOC: sorry for the long lack of posting and i am working on the assumption that the main firing began at about 100km distance and by now your vessel are about 2hours out

IC:
As the Khornate fleet continued to barrel onwards the sqaudrons of the Crookfur fleet began to manouver once again, the fire of the heavier guns slackened as the vessels moved to new headings, but the lul was covered as the lighter guns of the escorts and secondary batteries of the major vessels began to add to the organ or destruction, the regular booming of the heavy guns now joined by the rapid barking of lighter weaponry. Slowly the manouver began to take shape and the fleet split into two parts in an attempt to engulf the dark vessels.

mean while...

Flight Leftenant Andrew Gordonson, swung his fighter round as his flight controller moved him onto a new vector. Through his helmet mounted display (HMD)he coudl see the burning yellow icons that represented the unknown aircraft the AWACs had picked up. Pushing his throttle forward he lead his wing towards the new commers. His radio was domianted by the increasingly frantic calls from the flight controllers for the new commers to inditify themselves, finally the last hail was broadcast and with no reply the incomming aircraft were classed as hostile. Gordonson felt a chill as the icons on the HMD changed to the blood red of a hostile target and his targeting systems began painting lock on and firing solution idicators on the icons. So far none of the fighters had been required to light up thier radars, relying on data linked telemetry from the AWACs platforms and thier own passive EO/IRST sensors to provide target information.
Finally the fighters all had locks and solutions for thier missiles and on the order to fire, the radios were filled with the launch calls of the pilots. Gordonston flet a some what strange sense of elation as his finger caressed the firing stud and he released his 6 long range missiles, his mind had stopped thinking of the incommign crews as peoples but thier aircraft as nothign but targets, objects that existed for no reason other than to be destroyed, a corner of his was screaming how wrong this was but in the rush of the moment it was drowned by the excitment and fear.

OOC:Hope you guys don't mind me coming in.

3 Weeks Ago
President Ailani looked at the photos and felt sick. It showed a Khornite warrior dismembering a child, with his bare hands. He said, "This is what is happening to the whole country?" General Bellum replied, "Yes, Ailani and it has only just begun." Ailani whispered, "May Gaia protect us." Then in a louder voice Ailani said, "What do you propose?" General Bellum said, "Frankly, we don't need a war right now. The Posiedon is only half complete. We only have two Hyperion-class airships in service, and half our Albatross fleet are in repairs. We are still hurting from the Ilandra conflict. So, what I propose is this. Instead of going in there half-cocked, we are going to ready our military forces and wait for the right time to strike." President Ailani was fuming, "Are you proposing, that we just leave those innocent citizens in that counrty waiting to be hacked apart?" General Bellum's one red, and one blue eye stared directly into President's Ailani's, "In a word, yes." President Ailani stood from his chair and said, "No, I will not have it. You may be able to dismiss those lives casually, but I cannot." General Bellum looked up at the President and in the same calm voice she had been using for the entire meeting said, "As you wish Mr. President."

Present Day

The 173rd Special forces group had gathered some 150-odd refugees. They were waiting at the rendeavous point on Plateau Alpha. The refugees were milling about and talking to each other. The air was filled with tension, the refugees knew all too well what would happen if they were caught and the soliders had seen the grusome remains.

"Sarge?" The voice whispered over the com link. "What is it, kid?" Came Sargeant Greyson's reply. Private Manoua said, "I think there is a big naval battle going on. I'm hearing quite a bit of radio chatter on a few frequencies... It sounds bad." Sarge replied, "All war is bad kid. We are just the ones who have to deal with it. How are the refugees?" Manoua whispered, "Its pretty eerie sarge. They are all pretty stoic about what is happening."

Sarge didn't reply, he knew the mind could only take so much before shutting down, and from what he had seen. These people had shut down there emotions months ago. It was the only way they had to keep going.

Then Jade commed, "Sarge, I have two Khornite warbands inbound, all are vehicular, eta 5 minutes." Sarge thought, now the shit has hit the fan. He commed back, "By chance?" Jade said, "No idea." He commed the kid, "When is the Albatross coming?" There was a pause, then the Kid said, "ETA for Albatross's is 10 minutes." Sarge thought, one way or another when that Albatross gets here it will all be over.

"Jade first and second squad are coming to you on Plateau B. We will make them think we are all there. Then when they are trying to reach you we will hit them from behind. Now here's an order have fun." Jade smiled as she looked down her scope. The first shot hit the driver of the first technical in the eye.

The Khornite war bands were filled with rage. They had come to fight over this territory. They had come to see who was stronger in the eyes of Khorne. Instead an enemy appeared, an enemy of the Blood God. They turned their vehicles and went to collect skulls. Not caring for their comrades dying under the deadly sniper fire, they were driven forward by a need for blood.

Jade, smiled as the idiots kept on driving head on. She aimed and fired another shot. She had shot a man's groin off. She picked another target and shot him threw his open mouth. She then said, "Ikku, show them our will." Ikku got up into a crouch and fired a rocket into the leading vehicle. Jade then commed, "Third and fourth squad open fire."

Sarge was waiting, so far the plan was working, the Khornites were charging towards the second plateau. Soon they would have to leave the vehicles to keep on advancing. Then they would die.

They came 12 technicals in all, they had started with 19. The Khornites jumped out waving swords, axes, clubs and guns. The only ones who stayed behind were the gunners, blazing away with their .50 cals. Sarge commed to his squads, "Kill the gunners first, quick and silent." Sarge took out his machete stood up and threw it into the closet gunner's head. Another solider went up and rammed his stilletto into that sweet spot right where the spinal cord enters the skull. Soon all the gunners were dead.

Sarge walked up to the technical and the corpse and tok out his machete and cleaned it off. Then he climber up and grabbed the .50 cal and squeezed the trigger.

6 minutes later

The Albatross Freedom landed on the Plateau. Saw all the destroyed vehicles but didn't comment. The refugees boarded the VTOL transport. Sarge walked up towards the cockpit as the pilot took off and said, "Signal command tell them we cannot hide our presence any more."