NationStates Jolt Archive

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Ok this is a possible World War III Senario, If you have an idea leave it and I'll get back to you on it.

This whole thing takes place just after several nations (you can make up a nation if you want, just don't go all godmody with it) declare war on each other (for reasons not currently known so you can make that up), creating World War III, sometime in the near distant future (like 2030 or something). No one has let fly with the nukes yet and nations are mobilizing troops everywhere. So send in ideas and lets have some RP fun (or not, it's really up to you).

P.S. No space/future/fantasy stuff! This is earth before interstelar space travel. Also that includes any aliens or alien encounter of any kind. Thanks.

It is the middle of summer. The year is 2034. A war has broken out between most of the world's countries. Currently there are few alliances, but new ones are being created quickly in preperation for the massive war that is beginning to form.

One of the main nations taking part is the Island Paradise of Bagwanda. As it's title implies, Bagwanda has always been against the idea of war, instead resorting to peaceful democratic measures to solve problems. This is not to say they aren't prepared for a war; they just prefer to keep things calm. But this time is different. Neo Geller, the leader of Bagwanda, has declared war on Spain, which has become an extreme dictatorship within the last three decades. Bagwanda is a small island located close to Spain, in the Mediterranean Sea. Recently, Spanish military have invaded Bagwanda's northern rainforests, killing nearly the entire population of natives in forest villages, as well as destroying thousands of the nation's wildlife and burning acres of forest. This huge loss of lives, both human and animal, was devastating to the entire country (especially because Bagwanda is known throughout the world for it's environmental policies, beautiful landscapes, and aboriginal rights).

And so it begins: Neo launched an official declaration of war against Spain. Both have a few allies, who have now become involved as well. The conflict is spreading throughout Europe and the world, and more countries are joining rapidly, either with Bagwanda or Spain, or in their own alliances. As arguments are intertwined, and leaders are pushed past their boiling points, the biggest war in the Earth's history will soon begin.

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Nice. I like it, you’re in.

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This new war that was forming seemed to be the perfect scapegoat. Nations at each other’s throats, a new arms race starting. The perfect chance for small-unnoticed nations to show their teeth and bite back at the oppressive nations that seemed to mock them with their very existence. A perfect time for war.

Summer 2034, it was actually more like winter, but it was always winter there. When the fighting broke out at 0545 on July 16th within minute’s nations were mobilizing. Although the war didn’t officially start until noon the next day that didn’t stop nations from taking advantage of it and getting their well deserved revenge on their neighbours. The Antarctican Republic saw this as an opportunity to grab some more livable land. Although the Antarctican Republic was newly formed, they built up an army fast. Only after Vinn Flar, the previous leader, was assassinated at a press conference regarding the recent military boom, and another more Fascist leader by the name of Malak Jah seized power and became dictator, did the Antarctican Republic become more interested in aggressive expansion. Malak ordered the Antarctican Republican army to attack South Africa, a country that had recently become politically unstable. He was successful in gaining a foothold and installing panic in not just the nation itself but the whole continent. Malak had formulated a plan to systematically take all of Africa and add it to the Antarctican Republic; for more living space, so to say. Before the day was done The Antarctican Republic was fully participating in the fast spreading global conflict not as a member of any alliance but as an alliance of its own.

The Red City, Capital of the Crimson Vaal Protectorate

Sergei Vega, newly named Kreich of the Protectorate, sunk into his leather chair. News had spread like wildfire about the extreme possiblity of worldwide war. Though the Protectorate, a large chain of islands in the Pacific, had good defences and it was thought that they were unbeatable. Vega chuckled mirklessly, 'unbeatable' was the general story given to the public, to keep them feeling safe and happy.

The defences had Vega worried, though his Royal Navy was powerful, it could not do much against the threat of nuclear war. Nuclear war was the most unsettling thought that ran through Vega's mind. His country was ill-equipped for war on that scale, as the people of Vaal had decommissioned their nukes and were in the process of making more.

His nation had been in relations with Bagwanda, but he had always found their descisions to be for comprimise, not real, tangible action. This fact aside, they had always proved to be an excellent neutral party, but to see them engulfed in war floored the Kreich. This new issue would send the world into total war, either on one side or the other, to be the third war of that scale. Vega picked up the inky black phone in his office.

"Yes, sir?" the soft tone of his secretary answered.

"Arrange a meeting for me with the Bagwandan embassy, with a translator," Vega ordered in his deep and heavily accented voice.

"When would you like it to happen, sir?"

"Fifteen minutes," Vega grabbed his gray coat and put on his red badge, with the symbol of his country, a crossed hammer and sickle, blazing a bright yellow. He walked swiftly outside and got into his car, he told the driver where to go, and started the gears of war.

Neo Geller paced his large, marble office. Inside he was very nervous, but he wouldn't let his citizens see it. A world war was about to take place. It had been nearly a hundered years since the last, and technology had greatly advanced - guns, vehicles, planes, defense. Neo hoped that his country was ready.

A buzz came through Neo's intercom.

"Sir, Mr. Vega from the Protectorate just called. He is heading to a meeting at the Bagwandian Embassy. You must contact our representatives there and explain your plans."

"Thank you, Neela. Could you please set up a video conference link with our Embassy in the Crimson Vaal. I would like to 'attend' that meeting myself. Please alert our Greek and Italian allies of the meeting as well."

"Of course, sir. I will set that up right away. It will be ready in the conference room in 10 minutes. I will inform your Chief Translator."

Ten minutes passed, and Neo sat down in a leather chair in full Bagwandian uniform, in front of a big video screen. The faces of Sergei Vega, Melanie Degornio (Italian President), and Kostas Mavrothalasitis (Greek President) suddenly appeared in split-screen format.

July 24th, 2034, 0235Z, Verostad Parliament, Québec , Verostad

Urgent State Office Meeting:

Outside the walls of the conference room of the Prime Minister the sounds of the great national party were echoing.Hundreds of thousands of people were cheering, drinking and smoking and in general having a bloody great time celebrating Verostad's St-Jean Day.However, inside the room the atmosphere was much more bleak.News had come in half an hour earlier that a small island country in the Mediterranean had been invaded by Spain.The whys and hows of this invasion were still unknown but a Declaration of War had been sent between the two countries and offensive actions had already taken place.If this crisis wasn't enough, another event had taken place earlier during the evening.The Antarctican Republic had started invading its neighboring country to the north and war was already raging between the two factions.

The Prime Minister had just been informed and while he finished his customary speech on the Plaines d'Abraham, his chief of staff assembled the different advisors and ministers for an emergency meeting in the State Office conference room.

- Good evening gents and happy St-Jean Day, said Prime Minister Lemieux.
- Well pardon me sir but with the news we have I'm not quite sure it will be such a great St-Jean Day.Mr.Lupin if you would proceed, that was PM Lemieux's Chief of Staff Mr.Jean Toulon.
- Mr.Lemieux I think I have some really bad news for you, starting this evening at 0800 local time the Republic of Antarctica militarily invaded its neighbour to the north South Africa.As you well know Antarctica has had a recent change of government.The new self-appointed dictator Malak Jah has cleary gone mad if he wasn't before, and decided to expand its territory north into South Africa.Because of the recent turmoil in this latter country he was able to establish a beachead and send the country amok.Most south african military units have been routed or were not in a position to deploy quickly enough and as we speak all estimates points to fast advance by the Antarctican forces.Probably this morning or tomorrow, the 25th, most of the country will be seized and the capital overrun.As of now no one interceded in that and no declaration of wars or anything were sent to South Africa.It is de facto a surprise attack sir, Mr.Lupin was the director of Verostad Global Intelligence Agency.
- Did we knew something about that conflict before it happened? asked PM Lemieux.
- No sir, when Antarctica changed governments you closed the embassy there and therefore our base of operation for intelligence collecting.Our paid assets informed us of nothing as of yet and anyway we didnt hear from them for a while now.
- Hmm... First General Miller what do we have as intelligence gathering assets in the region?
- Nothing sir.Most of our ELINT aircrafts are in Europe right now.Specifically in the UK undergoing military exercises.We do have a sub in the Indian Ocean but it will take at least 2 days for it to reach this region.
- I see, well First General send it there ASAP.
- Yes sir.
- What about HVMS Cartier and her battle group?
- They are undergoing sea replenishment off Dakar and most of the crew are rotating back to Verostad.
- Can I speak to the Admiral in charge?
- Yes sir! TECH patch up a coded link to HVMS Cartier!
- While we're waiting for that Mr.Lupin describe to me what's happening in the Mediterranean.
- Yes Mr.Lemieux this is just in from our embassy in Bagwanda.Seems Spain just rolled through the northern part of the country mowing everything in its path.Casualties are reported very high both for civils and military units.It's an ethnic cleansing sir.It seems Bagwanda was taken by surprise.They burned a whole lot of the northern rain forest and decimated the ones who were caught by Spain's units.Bagwandan army is fighting for now but it looks grim as Spain's allies seem ready to jump in the bandwagon.This is quickly escalating sir.It's already not regional anymore.
The prime minister let out a pissed off sigh and then spoke:
- Well there's no choice.First General put our forces to DEFCON 1 call back the reservists.Mr.Huot prepare me an economical briefing if we have to go in martial law and unlock the emergency war fund.Mr.Thibault once I'm finished here you will brief me on what the population will think of that and what they will be willing to do.TECH is the patch up yet?
- Give me 6 5 4 3 2 1 it's up sir!

OOC: Mind if I join in? By thgis time I'll be big enough to be a semi-superpower, at least in Africa.

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Ya sure you can join.

(OOC: Hope you dont mind that I joined in?BTW if you wonder, 0952Z means 9h52 AM local time.Verostad is in North America so there's a 5 hour gap between her and Bagwanda)

July 24th, 2034, 0952Z, off the Bagwandan coast, Atlantic Ocean.

A big Airbus A320 airliner was flying high above the glistening sea of the Atlantic Ocean.It had departed Heathrow IAP in London, 2 hours ago and was now heading south.To the untrained eye it was just another airliner full of passenger albeit with no airline markings whatsoever.To the trained eyes it was readily apparent this was not a normal airliner.Its formidable arrangement of antennas sprouting everywhere on the airframe gave it away.It had too much aerials to serve a normal airliner's passengers and a big hump on top of it a few feet behind the cockpit.No this was no normal airliner it was an electronic/signal intelligence gathering aircraft.It had been sent there to monitor the situation in Bagwanda.

Right now a half-circle of 600 km radius was being monitored on the left side of the aircraft.All communications and radio emissions from that area were being intercepted.Each one of them classified into encrypted, non-ecrypted, civilian and military ones.Those that were encrypted were singled out and deciphered by the 36 technicians on-board the Airbus.In turn those that were too well encrypted were sent back to GBIA headquarters to be decoded by the more potent central computers of the GBIA.All tidbit of information which was deemed interesting was also sent to GBIA HQ from the aircraft via crypted SATCOM.This massive input of electronic information was being analyzed in real-time by a team of 120 technicians inside GBIA Foreing Signal Office.

Moreover, in 20 minutes time an Echelon Mk.2A satellite would pass over the region and absorb the entire electronic traffic of Spain and Bagwanda during exactly 24 minutes 18 seconds.This and the data acquired by the A320 would be analysed and then interpreted and wrote into a SITREP of Bagwanda and Spain.The SITREP would include what had been learned by the Echelon satellite and A320 aircraft as well as information gathered from the Spanish and Bagwandan embassy, and then it would be presented to the State Office for the Prime Minister to temper.

The amount of intelligence data gathered was simply mindbuggling for it included every single non physically shielded electronic signal emitted during that timelapse, but aided by the central computers of GBIA Foreing Signal Office and its trained analysts the SITREP would be ready in under 2 hours.

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Somewhere in The Pacific...

Vivec stares out across the wide open window in his office.
"Sir?" His subjects ask uneasily.
"What!?" Answers Vivec, his voice unquestionably tainted with anger.
His tallest subject, the Minister of Foreign Affairs looks around at the other employees nearby.
"You do know that this is unavoidable, yes? And that if this continues, Maui will have to involve itself in this, um, situation." He spoke carefully as not to anger his master.
"Well, clearly, since you belligirent fools can't think elsewhere, we shall have to declare war on Spain and it's allies."
Maui was a large country in the pacific consisting of the Hawaiin Islands and of a recently made large island that had been formed out of Volcanic Rock. Half the city of Vivec, the capital of Maui, was located underground. Maui had a population density incredibly high, due it's vast underground network of towns and tunnelways. Maui hated Spain for it had betrayed the Mowie-Spaniard Alliance that had been formed years ago to benifit both nations economically. Spain had betrayed the alliance, taking down Mowian shipping. Now Maui was finally getting an oppurtunity to strike back...

The Bagwandian Embassy To Crimson Vaal, The Red City

Sergei Vega opened the door of his jet black limo and ambled through the park in front of the Embassy. He checked his clothing, everything had to be in perfect order when attending a meeting of this scale.

The attendant led him to a meeting room, where three men waited. Two were political officials, one from Italy, the other he did not reconize. The last was the man on security, but this was only a precaution. Vega also noticed that the Leader of Bagwanda, Neo Geller, appeared on a viewscreen. Vega took a seat.

"Tovarishch, Pozdravleni. I hope you are doing well?"

There was an uncomforatble but tolerable silence as the translator Vega had brought made the translation for Neo Geller. The Kreich took this time to load up his plans into the central computer, outlying possible combat scenarios and attack plans, all over a secure channel of course. The translator finished the discourse, and Vega awaited the response from the strangely cheerful Leader.

OOC: The words "Tovarishch, Pozdravleni" are part of my county's national language, Russian, but English is also used. It means literally: "Greetings, Comrade".

(OOC: There's been an inconsistency with the date. Hashi first stated the date as July 16th, and Verostad used June 24th. If I may, I'd like to make one official. And because the introduction states mid-summer, I'm gonna choose July. Sorry, Verostad, I hope that doesn't mess anything up.)

July 16th 2034, 0815, Bagwandian Conference Room

Neo looked at the diverse faces in front of him. It was amazing that people so different could so suddenly have such similar concerns. Sergei's heavily accented voice came through, immediately followed by a translation into Bagwandian. After listening to the translation, Neo responded.

"Hanu, Wes Vega. I am doing as well as is possible in a situation such as this. My people are in great distress. Something must be done soon if we are to stop this madness.....Sorry, just a moment, please."

A beep from Neo's computer alerted him of a sucessful download of Sergei's files. He looked them over intently. It was obvious the Crimson Vaal was very prepared for warfare. The plans and strategies were carefully detailed and seemed at first glance to be well though-out. He returned his eyes to the video screen.

"Thank you for your extremely quick response to the situation. My Chief-of-Defense will review your plans. What do you have to say about this situation? Do you really think this will turn global?" Neo asked to all three leaders. He sat and waited for the translated responses.

(OOC: Anyone can RP Greece and/or Italy. If no one does, I will, but feel free to...I have nothing really creative for them, or any attachment to them)

Meanwhile, at the Bagwandian Northern Front.

"Fire at will!" yelled Cheo Yerga, Bagwandian's Delta Squadron Officer.

There was an eruption of noise as guns and launchers of all types were shot at the invading Spanish army. The Bagwandian Minister of Defense had ordered more than half of the country's military to defend from any further advance from the Spaniards. Right now, defense was more important than offense, because at the rate that Spain was invading, there wouldn't be anything left of Bagwanda within a few days. There was word that some of the Italian army (one of Bagwanda's current allies) was on the way for reinforcement. Hopefully, thought Yerga, they will arrive very soon. We're holding them back for now, but for how long...

Inside The Embassy, The Red City, Crimson Vaal Protectorate

Vega eyed his translator, the question was an extremely simple one, but also exceedingly complex. He thought intensely for a moment, it was in all possiblity that the world would be engulfed in war, but it was equally likely that some of the world would call this a simple war that did not involve them. He pondered his response, and took in a breath.

"Herr Geller, I have reason to beleive that the possibility of global war is worryingly great. But the opposite is also true. I beleive that we should prepare for both possiblities, and I offer our best troops for defense of your nation.

"I should also point out that nuclear war must be avoided at all costs. We do not need some niechevo thinking that he should launch all of his nuclear armament. My only worry is that foreign Allied forces may arrive too late, or that another country will demolish our plans with dreams of domination and power."

The other two men nodded, and they eyed the Kreich carefully. Vega sat on the dark leather chair with a stern look on his face. He put his hand on the bright red badge pinned on his vest, and remebered the saying of his country, the Kreich muttered it under his breath.

"Who dares, wins."

(OOC: Well I changed the dates in my posts so...)

July 16th, 2034, 0405Z, Verostad Parliament, Québec , Verostad.

The Prime Minister had been in office since noon on the 15th so he had been effectively awake for 18 hours straight and the crisis developping wasn't helping at all.He would have to take a break soon if not his judgment would be blurred and of all the time this wasn't one to have a blurred mind.

He had read the SITREP regarding Bagwanda and based upon this he had made some decisions already.Verostad's armed forces would not intervene for now or at least for the coming days.The political situation in Verostad wasn't clear enough he would have to wait until the news hit the mainstream public since only late sleepers were aware of what was happening.In 48 hours time he would have a clear idea of what the people of Verostad thought of all this.For the time being, he would place the units in mainland Europe on stand by and if the people outcry was loud enough he would intervene.His diplomatic staff was now working hard trying to establish basing opportunities for any possible deployment of Verostad's armed forces.The United Kingdom was the most likely, with France and Italy coming close behind.ELINT/SIGINT aircraft would continue to monitor the region as well as the spy satellites.The embassy would remain open for now since it was his most direct way of getting information.

The situation in South Africa was more difficult.There were no intelligence gathering assets in there right now since South Africa was mostly peaceful during the last 20 years and Antarctica had just began to be beligerent.Still Lemieux had been busy too regarding this conflict.The Cartier battlegroup was now finishing replenishment it would soon be available to go take a peek in the region.The squadrons that needed rotating back to the homeland had stayed on the carrier dreadnought as well as all the crews of the many support ships comprising the flotilla.Estimates stated that in 8 hours time the Cartier battlegroup would head south towards South Africa given good seas it would reach this area in 16 hours.HVMS Montcalm a nuclear attack submarine in routine cruise in the Indian Ocean was now heading in that place too.However, it wouldn't be available before 2 days.So Lemieux's best bet was the Cartier battlegroup.It would provide a very credible deterrent in the area while being able to directly report on the situation there.It wasn't tasked with any offensive orders yet as with Bagwanda Lemieux was careful deploying troops in the conflict.

He reviewed all this in his head and then spoke to his support staff.
- Well gents it's been a very busy day and night for me and you all so I'll think I'll take a break in my room now.Lupin if anything big happens you wake me up and if you could be so kind as to warn my wife about my whereabouts.
- Understood sir good sleep.
- Yeah I'll try.

July 16th 2034, 0915 Antarctican Local Time

Malak sat in his windowless office of the parliamentary building in the Antarctican capital going over the initial invasion reports. The capital city, Cinti, was a city that was built completely underground for the obvious reason that the temperature above on the surface was too cold and the landscape too barren to support life. Malak had never liked the surface. It was too cold, too bright and the air hurt his lungs. That’s what happens when you live in an underground city for most of your life. Almost all the cities in the Antarctican Republic were underground. The exceptions were Daelin, which was a domed on the surface where all the embassies were located and the city code-named “Atlantis”. “Atlantis” had been kept secret from the world because it was a military staging area. Its existence was briefly uncovered and publicised by a British reporter around the time of the radical change in government. She felt that the world deserved to know about the first completely submerged city. Shortly after that the reporter went “missing” from the hotel she was staying at. To avoid an international incident the Antarctican government put the blame on a group of extremists known for kidnapping forign media personnel.

Malak continued to look at the reports when his intercom beeped.
“Sir,” said his secretary Nell Jissera, “were getting a communiqué from mobile command. It’s General McKay and he wants to speak to you and the council ministers.”
“Thank you Nell.” Said Malak. “Please inform the ministers that we will be meeting in the war room in five minutes. Also please tell General Mitchel to meet us too.”
“Yes sir.” Nell replied

Five minutes and three floors later Malak was standing in the war room with his council ministers looking at a screen with General McKay’s face on it via a satellite uplink.
“General were going to have to keep this short.” Said Malak. “There’s a storm brewing on the surface and it’s interfering with our uplink.”
“Yes sir.” Said General McKay. “I have an update that I would like to report myself.”
“Ah, please do continue.”
“I would like to inform you that we are currently engaged with the South African Capitals defences. We’re estimating that we will have breached the inner city by tomorrow morning.”
“That’s good news General.” Said Malak. “Now we have something for you.”
The General raised one eyebrow, obviously curious.
“Oh? Let’s hear it.”
“The latest Intel suggests that regions in your general location are starting to prepare for a large scale offensive. They haven’t shown any sign of moving out anytime soon but I’d watch your backs. Also it seems as though the Americas are going to sit this one out. It doesn’t look like the Americans are going to come to the rescue and the Canadians are pulling their peacekeepers out of Africa.”
“That’s good news for us.” Stated McKay.
“It most certainly is.” Said Malak. “The storm is getting bad, were going to have to cut the uplink. Cinti out.”
When the screen went black Malak turned around to his council to get their responses. When he got none he turned to General Zaela Mitchel and told her to mobilise the second invasion force and prep the defensive forces. They had to be ready for anything and Malak had a feeling that things were going to get very ugly very fast.

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Ya sure you can join in. We could use more people anyways.

(ooc - Hoping there's still room to join in)


New Lincolnia had been watching the build up of arms of various nations around the globe with some unease. Already walking a tightrope in the Med between Bagwanda and Spain the last thing wnated was an escalation, although some individuals in the War Office did believe it could turn out for New Lincolnia's benefit.

The prime Minister however, had not revealed his thought on the matter to them. In fact, he had just spent the last 3 hours on the phone with the Spanish president, and the Spaniard had not been happy.

Since hostilities started between Bagwanda and Spain, NL's mediterrean interests (namely, 2 large naval bases and an Air Force/Rapid Response Force) had been strategically placed between two countries. The Government of New Lincolnia had told each side in no uncertain terms that no armed vessels of either nation was allowed within 20 miles of any NL holdings. Furthermore, any forces within 50 miles of NL's holdings that engaged in battle with either side would find itself on the receiving end of the New Lincolnia Mediterraean Battle Group.

The turning point came, however, when the Spanish, annoyed at Bagwandan vessels using the nofire zones as havens for their vessels, attacked the New Lincolnia island of Bigraltar, citing their often told grievance that it was stolen from the Spanish 300 years ago. The Spanish planes destroyed the New Lincolnia vessels in dock and their marines established a beachhead and pushed towards the main town. Meanwhile the Spanish airforce, outnumbering the New Lincolnian planes within range by 2:1 gaurded their invasion fleet from reprisal. But New Lincolnia put great pride in its Air Force. Its planes and pilots were superior to those of the Spanish and after a bloody air fight, New Lincolnia had retaken the skies. In the aftermath that followed, only 2 Spanish vessels escaped, both heavily damaged, and their invasion force was first bo,barded, then forced to surrender as Lincolnian reinforcements took back the beaches leaving the invasion force surrounded and alone.

The European Union forced peace between the two countries the next day, as New lincolnia began retaliatory strikes against Spanish military bases.

Embarrassed the Spanish had accepted. Tactically (for they were now even more outnumbered than before until the 3rd fleet arrived to relieve the Mediterraean Battle Group, and because the Spanish offered significant reparations) so did the Lincolnians, to a large outcry at home.

But the Lincolnians decided that even if they werent at war, they could exact revenge, and began selling arms and satellite information to Bagwanda, and lending the poor country full Lincolnian diplomatic support on the International stage.

But New Lincolnia, at all levels, wanted to do more to help.

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New Lincolnia had been watching the build up of arms of various nations around the globe with some unease. Already walking a tightrope in the Med between Bagwanda and Spain the last thing wnated was an escalation, although some individuals in the War Office did believe it could turn out for New Lincolnia's benefit.

The prime Minister however, had not revealed his thought on the matter to them. In fact, he had just spent the last 3 hours on the phone with the Spanish president, and the Spaniard had not been happy.

Since hostilities started between Bagwanda and Spain, NL's mediterrean interests (namely, 2 large naval bases and an Air Force/Rapid Response Force base) had been strategically placed between two countries. The Government of New Lincolnia had told each side in no uncertain terms that no armed vessels of either nation was allowed within 20 miles of any NL holdings. Furthermore, any forces within 50 miles of NL's holdings that engaged in battle with either side would find itself on the receiving end of the New Lincolnia Mediterraean Battle Group.

The turning point came, however, when the Spanish, annoyed at Bagwandan vessels using the nofire zones as havens for their vessels, attacked the New Lincolnia island of Bigraltar, citing their often told grievance that it was stolen from the Spanish 300 years ago. The Spanish planes destroyed the New Lincolnia vessels in dock and their marines established a beachhead and pushed towards the main town. Meanwhile the Spanish airforce, outnumbering the New Lincolnian planes within range by 2:1 gaurded their invasion fleet from reprisal. But New Lincolnia put great pride in its Air Force. Its planes and pilots were superior to those of the Spanish and after a bloody air fight, New Lincolnia had retaken the skies. In the aftermath that followed, only 2 Spanish vessels escaped, both heavily damaged, and their invasion force was first bombarded, then forced to surrender as Lincolnian reinforcements took back the beaches leaving the invasion force surrounded and alone.

The European Union forced peace between the two countries the next day, as New lincolnia began retaliatory strikes against Spanish military bases.

Embarrassed the Spanish had accepted. Tactically (for they were now even more outnumbered than before until the 3rd fleet arrived to relieve the Mediterraean Battle Group, and because the Spanish offered significant reparations) so did the Lincolnians, to a large outcry at home.

But the Lincolnians decided that even if they werent at war, they could exact revenge, and began selling arms and satellite information to Bagwanda, and lending the poor country full Lincolnian diplomatic support on the International stage.

But New Lincolnia, at all levels, wanted to do more to help.

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(OOC: New Linconia, it would be appreciated if you can delete one of your double posts. Thanks :D)

...and lending the poor country full Lincolnian diplomatic support...
(OOC: Bagwanda isn't that poor. I'm not sure where that impression came from. It's not super-rich, but it's not poor either.
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July 17th 2034, 0500h, Prime Minister's Office, Bagwanda

Neo Geller slowly got up off the office's couch. The sun was just rising. He had managed to get a few hours sleep, albeit on his office's sofa. He quickly strode over to his computer, which told reported to him that he had 167 new emails. The top email consisted of a short subject line: "New Alliances", and was from Sergei Vega of the Protectorate. Quickly opening it, there was many columns showing who had joined the war during the previous night, and which side everyone was on...or appeared to be on. It was a sigh of relief to the Prime Minister that a handful of countries had decided to give support to Bagwanda, and help in the battle against the Alianza Española. New Linconia, both the Bosnian and Carribean Republics, and Egypt. The relief was quickly followed by dismay when he saw that the additions to the Spanish side were just as many. In bold letters in that column was the terrible addition of Russia, known as one of the world's most militaristic countries. This was definately not good.

Most other emails were of reports and satellite maps sent from allied nations. Neo was very glad to have some technologically-advanced countries on his side. A few of the emails gave grave reports of happenings in southern Africa. Some of the mounting threat of trade boycotting by members of the UNITA, the United Nations International Trade Agreement. Neo sunk into his chair. How could the world come to this so suddenly...? he thought.

Just then, the office door crashed open, and in rushed 15 huge men, cloaked and masked in deep red. All had guns and ammo belts. As quick as the blink of an eye, they had tied, gagged, and knocked out the Prime Minister, carrying him out the door, past the bloody mess of dead Bagwandian guards and ministers outside...

OOC: Verostad, you've given me a perfect oppertunity to go to war with you here.
IC
Paradia Naval Base
July 17, 0300 hours
The Verostad fleet was passing down to South Africa. While Pananab had gone into diplomatic recession over the last two decades, their military was still the best in the region. Unknown to the rest of the world, Pananab had developed a navy that could compete with the USA's and a small nuclear arsenal. Their intelligence agenices weren't too shabby, either.

But unwillingly, the Verostad fleet had come in too close to the waters near Paradia, well-known for being the site in which the Pudu fleet was pushed out of Pananab. Without asking questions, fighters were launched and missiles were fired on the fleet, which hadn't even been bothered to be identified yet. Pananab was on the brink of annexing the rest of the Atlantic-bordering African nations as it was after large numbers of terrorists made a series of attacks in Pananab. Pananab had made it clear in several press conferences that no non-Pananabian military ship or aircraft was to come even near the port. They saw no need to warn them. Of course, nobody cared buch for Pananab as it was, but their ignorance would be their price.

Ultimatum to the Spanish Government
The country of Maui demands the equivelant of 5, 000, 000 Mowian Gold Pieces and the following military supplies:

40 tanks
50 naval transports
500 heavy firearms
1,000 light firearms

If you do not meet to our demands, we will nuke the living heck out of you.
The Kingdom of Maui has no wish to negotiate with the filthy Spaniards. Answer to our demands, and we will spare your puny nation.

Love,

Akbar Akki-Akki
Military Advisor to His Majesty Vivec

OOC: Who's playing Spain? I will if nobody else is. Maui isn't that big anyway...

The Kreich Building, The Red City

Sergei Vega sat up in his chair as he completed his duties for the morning. He uploaded all the information his 'forgein intelligence officers' had sent him. The list of support for both sides was growing, and there had already been at least one threat of nuclear bombardment. The thought made Vega shiver, a nuclear attack was wasteful because it made the affected area uninhabitable for some time. There was a knock at the door and Vega, annoyed at the interruption, buzzed the newcomer in. The door opened to reveal his forgein minister, who appeared to be out of breath.

"Sir! I have just found out that Neo Geller has been kidnapped!"

"Damn it," Vega's face started to redden with rage.

"Do you want to--"

"Do it," he fumed between clenched teeth, "send out all of our agents and prepare a commando squad. I want him found. Those traitors will know how we negotiate with the dishonorable."

The man gave him a strange look, "yes, sir."

Twenty minutes later, a black van left the building and drove to the airfield. Fifteen minutes after arriving, four different planes lifted off and went their separate ways.

July 16th 2034, 2235 Antarctican Local Time

The invasion was going well. Malak had received another communiqué from General McKay stating that they had captured the South African Parliament buildings. General McKay had also informed them that during the skirmish the South African President and other key members of their parliament had been “accidentally” shot and killed. The Generals troops were now stationed just outside the city to deter any kind of hopeful rescue attempt by the South African forces. Now that the capital had been seized and the president killed, the remaining South Africans were starting to surrender. Enemy resistance was weakening and several platoons of South African soldiers surrendered as well as some villages and towns. Cape Town was a different story. Cape Town resistance was increasing because of it being one of the two remaining sub-capital cities. While the battle was being fought mainly on the ground, some South African planes had been able to lift off and some of their navy had been able to break harbour and had started to engage the Antarctican navy in the surrounding waters. Thanks to the surrender of the northern town some of the Antarctican troops could be redirected to either Cape Town, pockets of remaining South African resistance or the latest concern, the country of Lesotho.

Malak turned to look at the giant screen on the wall of the War Room. It showed real time placements and location of allied troops and enemy positions both in South Africa and globally. The latest Intel revealed that the Bagwandian President, a Neo Geller, had been kidnapped. Although this was interesting, it didn’t concern Malak all that much. Chakaraie Northerners. He though. He couldn’t care less about what those idiots up north did. What did concern him was this nation of Pananba. They launched an unprovoked attack against a Verostadian carrier group, which seemed to be headed to the South African coast. He guessed he owed them a ‘Thanks’, but he wasn’t going to say that publicly. Also a country called Maui had threatened a nuclear attack against Spain. Malak hoped nothing would come to that, nuclear warfare was so tedious. Just to be safe Malak ordered all anti-missile defences to be prepped and twenty-four hour surveillance be put on Maui.

Malak was lost in thought when he heard someone clear their throat behind him. He turned to see General Zeala Mitchel standing at attention.
“General, what can I do for you?” Malak asked.
“Sir, I would like to report that the secondary invasion force is prepped and awaiting deployment.” Said Zeala. “Also Atlantis reports that all amphibious units are ready for deployment on your orders.”
“Good,” replied Malak, “what about our submarine fleet?”
“All SSN’s are on standby, three of our SSK still have to be re-supplied, Atlantis dry-dock is taking care of that. All of our SSGN’s are on high alert just off our coast and Sealion is standing by.” Said the General.
“Ah, do we have plans on using Sealion?” Malak asked.
“No sir.” Zeala replied. “But it’s on standby just in case.”
Malak felt comfort in knowing that the submarine fleet was ready. Without it they would have no chance at defending against a naval attack. He wasn’t going to ask but he already knew that General Zeala would have already ordered the SAM batteries to be on alert.
“Good to know,” said Malak, “but we have more pressing to attend to. We’re certain that Lesotho will be waiting and prepared for an attack from the ground, correct?”
“Correct sir.” Replied Zeala with a hint of curiosity in her voice.
“What they won’t be prepared for is what I have in mind.” Said Malak.
Malak looked around the room at his ministers and tried to build suspense. He pulled a compact data card from his jacket and inserted it into a computer terminal. A moment later the screen changed from a global view to a complex chemical formula with a map with troop movements and missile targets.
“I call it Operation Clean Sweep. It involves several well placed missile strikes on key areas, troops ready to move at a moments notice and something I like to call Phycotropic Gas. When inhaled the gas causes an overload of auditory and sensory input rendering the victim unable to think, talk, walk, etc. It’s not a fatal gas, at least not when we tried it, but it does take a while to set in. After it’s released within an hour people will start to feel it’s effects, after two and a half-hours the gas takes its full effect. After about five hours the gas becomes inert and no longer causes a sensory overload but the people effected will stay that way for a good ten hours. Any, if at all, resistance encountered will be extremely minimal because most of the population will either unconscious or temporally brain-dead.”
Malak pushed a few buttons on the computer’s keyboard and the screen divided into two with Operation Clean Sweep on one side and the global map on the other. When he looked up he got a silent round of applause from the ministers and Zeala.
“Ok people,” Malak said in an authoritative tone, “lets get to work.”

The Capital Building, The Island Paradise of Bagwanda

The graying man, known only as "Cardinal" to his superiors and inferiors walked through the blood-drenched hallway with careful steps. The attack had been brutal, but short. The firefight lasted only about one to two minutes, but strangely the Leader, Neo Geller, had not heard it. The agent looked closely at the large doors to the Leader's office, and his question was answered. The room had been completely soundproofed. This was an inherent mistake, but Cardinal let it pass. He quickly left the building and went back indirectly to his rented apartment. He went to the phone and put his hardwire chip onto the old-style device. He picked up the reciever and waited. There was a telltale beep, meaning the connection was encrypted, and Cardinal dialed.

"This is advance agent three-one-five. Confirmed that BP has been taken, LDF was neutralized during the event, possiblity of extraction unknown, location of BP, unknown."

The agent put the phone back in it's reciever and replaced the encryption chip back into his jacket pocket. He took it off and went into the bathroom for a much needed shower.

OOC: OOOh!! i'd like to be Spain!!! Can i?

Can I be Iran?

(OOC)

Ya sure you guys can join, but your the last ones. After this, this forum is closed too all else who want to join. You should feel privilaged that you got in.

The Fifth Army base, on the outskirts of Madrid

Jose Balenja, captain of the 5th army of Spain, stood in his superior's office. His superior, general Fernando Laquan, was pacing furiously around the room.

"How could they do this to us..." he muttered in Spanish. "why do they always pick on us..."

"Europe wants peace, that's obvious, Genr'l" said Jose cautiously. "And the fact that we are out-numbered cannot be helped."

"Ofcourse it can!!" raged the Supreme General. He stormed over to Jose."All we need to do is recruit people, but the BLEEP*ing problem is that the BLEEP*ing nation doesn't want anything to do with the BLEEP*ing war. They're all BLEEP*ers!!

"We can't deny our government, sir" replied Jose, surprised at the sudden outburst. "They are saying the ordeal is over!"

"Damn right it ain't... we're gonna slit those mediterranean throats" muttered Fernando, who had calmed down a bit already. He sat down at his desk slowly. He bowed his head over some reports, reading them over and over. Jose just stood there. About a minute later, Fernando finally said, "leave, Jose... I've got some matters to... think about..."

With a sigh of releif, Jose turned around, and almost skipped out of the room, but he remembered he was still in Fernando's office, and so started walking normally again.

The Fifth Army base, on the outskirts of Madrid

To an ordinary passerby, Loma De Madre looked like a normal soldier in the third infantry division of the Fifth Army. He always carried a machine gun around, even after training, and never took off his army jacket. Furthermore, he always had the flag of Spain slung over his back. yes, you could say that Loma was really a nationalist. But if you knew him better, you'd also know that he was more than just a Spanish nationalist. He was also a terrorist, a bomb engineer, and had close ties with the supreme general of his army.

It was just after his captain, Jose Balenja, had left the office, that he had been called in. Now he was standing uncomfortably opposite his Supreme General.

"You called for me, Fernando..." he stated. He could feel Fernando was excited, yet calm.

"That's right, Loma." said the general, a slight smile on his lips. "I think i need your expertise. You know..." Loma knew very well what Fernando was saying.

"What is your problem sir?"

"You see, Loma, sometimes we want to get somewhere, but the bus driver is denying it..." Said the supreme general.

"You want me to blow up a bus??" asked Loma.

"No...no..." snickered the general. " I was just speaking figuratively. What i meant to say was that the place i want to get to is war with New Lincolnia and Maui, but the bus driver (the government) is denying it... do you get where i'm going here, Loma.... Loma nodded.

"You want me to blow up the government..." whispered Loma.

"Exactly!!!"

tag, so i can find this thread again

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