NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Stemming from this: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=484705 some nations have declared an intent to invade us, other standing by our side... join this war if you will! This is for the standoff and war!

Jomaga:
http://img336.imageshack.us/img336/2301/jomaga1zu.jpg
Red dot is Jogo City - our capital.

As ViZion has stated before, we shall stand by Jomaga's side in this war, and, should any nation decide to invade, we shall use whatever force is determined needed to invade your land, destroy your military, oust your government, and take control of your nation until a new government can be installed. We have also activated the JVNDS (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=432817). Some of our allies, such as The Silver Sky and Jarridia, are ready to stand tall with us in defending this young and small nation.

"Sloan, draft this message to the nation of Jomaga"

"Yes sir, begin."

It has come to our attention that you lack basic military technology such as guidance systems, thermal devices, and basic electronics.

We also take note that you have massive iron deposits under your littoral seas, and we are also in need of a supply of salt.. We would be willing to set up some trade routes to exchange these items for techical training in electronics.. Also, take heed, this would then place you under our protective shield, as stated in the bylaws of our International Trading Doctrine 1232.11b

We also note that there are nations who do not like the way you have come into being, but we believe that through diplomacy, and will, things will work out. Please consider our offer.

Sloan is extremely surprised, "sir?? Are you aware they have already been threatened by other nations?"

"Young man, the nations that have threatened him seem to care about human rights, why, therefore would they attack a newly formed nation that has hurt no one? But, if you are worried, add this line

However, also note that if your nation initiates any offensive action against any other nation, you will no longer be seen as a friend of Dauberline and any and all trades will become null and void.

Hyst Departement of Foreign Relations external memo:

While the nation of Hyst understans your plight and can sympathize, it currently does not have the military infrastructure to send. When the restructuring is completed, Hyst will pledge a pair of taskforces and multiple naval auxilires to a defence. ntil then Hyst will offer it Seagees (marine engineers) to help to rebuild your airport and shiping facilities. We will also redirect defence and humanitarian equipement your way (all we can spare are our spare rear-echelon weapons [p90s], ammo, rations, trucks and engineers). In exchange for this pledge, our Departement For foreign Economic Relations is proposing a economic treaty for preferential treaty for future economic activity with your nation.

The Grand Duchy of Nattiana has been observing recent events with fast growing concern. Whilst the public beating of children is a despicable act, as are any forms of capital punishent, Nattiana understands the situation under which they took place.
The militant position adopted by so many nations has blown the event wildly out of proportion. Nattiana offers its services as a neutral intermediary between the two sides, and hopes fervently that blood-shed can be avoided.

We are more than willing to allow you do aid us. We also wish to know what this "proposition" of yours is.

Heavily Encrypted Satellite Burst Transmission
From: President Kara Maddox

Our proposition has two parts. First is an Economic Aid Package, $1,000,000,000,000 Universal Standard Dollars ($1 Trillion USD) to be paid back over Forty (40) Years, extensions on the payment are available. Also included in the Economic Aid Package is tariff free trade from all Corporations in The Silver Sky, most notably We Buy It Inc.

The Second Part is a bit trickier. We propose that you allow us to annex your nation, TEMPOARILY, as an 'Autonomous Province'. Such a move would hopefully garner more support for your side now that more of our allies would have a reason to fight. Also we hope it would deter enemy attacks as they are no longer fighting an 8 Million nation but a 2.65 Billion Superpower. Also it would have economic benifits for your nation.

Your nation 'our new territory' would be declared a 'Code Red Emergency Zone' and would be entitled to $658,008,023,625 Universal Standard Dollars in aid yearly. Also your troops would fall under jurasdiction of The Republican Military and receive free(for you) training and get their weapons free. Trade between our nations would be free and because offices and factories would be built on your soil it would help reduce unemployment and raise their GDP per capita. It would also help garner support for our involvement within our own populace.

Your nation would retain the right as an 'Autonomous Province' to set your own tax rates and retain a reasonable amount of freedom, you would be come 'Governer' of the 'Autonomous Province of Jomaga'. Plans for your becoming a sovreign nation are built into the agreement, once the invading and blockading forces are destroyed or repulsed and the threat to your nation is over, or once a peaceful resolution comes about you will be automatically given your sovreign rule back.

Should you refuse the Second Part of the agreement the first is still open to you as well as military advisors to train your troops (not as good and fast as if they were part of The Republican Military).

Please respond soon

End Transmission

Nattian government telegram:

Nattiana has noted that throughout many announcements of support for Jomaga, there has been no recent word or action from the would-be agressors. Nattiana advises Jomaga not to accept any radical measures to defend itself, until it is sure that defence will be necessary.

OOC:I meant to post this last night, but apparently I wasn't logged in. So it only posted like 5 mins ago, and I'll report here.

IC:
Official Imperial Decree:

Acting on the will of our allies and in their protection, any hostile action taken against the nation of Jomaga, Vizion, or Jarridia will be viewed as an act of war upon Borman Empire. We will invade you. We will rape and enslave you. Don't fuck with us.

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The silence of a dark night in an Imperial port was shattered as mens voices started ringing out everywhere. Ship creaking and groaning erupted as horns beat the air. Denizens of the port town were un-accustomed to this, a real night time mobilization had never taken place at night in thier lives before, besides the elders; the Empire had been at peace for so long. Only day time drills occured.

Naval forces were being mobilized, the only question was, how much?

Jenrakian SuperDreadnaught Ciranaar's Tear
Quiet, that was the moment of the army. The Sirens standing in their ranks, the soldiers looking about at each other as their soft chatter amounted to a roaring boom that was echoing loudly throughout the capital ship, waiting. Still, they stood, looking and wondering on what would happen, before a large golden clad man stood with his head in a tall, straight glance to the higher boughs of the ship, a black cloak upon his face and body, a thin arm rising almost like a skeletal sword from his cloak, an obsidian crown perched upon his head. He heard of the reports of the possible ‘friends’ to fight beside – the Vizionites, CorpSac, the Bormans. The Vizionites were a venerable fighting force, and could easily crush the Kravenites imitators threatening the invasion. CorpSac was a quite lethal force as well, though from observation they were not accustomed to war as his Jenrakian brothers were. Finally, the Bormans – they were a lethal threat against the invaders, but ego was their main weakness. Nevertheless, the day would hold nigh, but in case, a large Siren defensive fleet was launched to aid in Jomaga.

This still stood, lifting his bony hand, as the place quietened down. “A foreign in golden seas awaits. They await not doom, but salvation against doom. They await assistance. And we will bring a flag of cloven silver to aid them. And thus here in this ship, commands the mind of the fleet of Jenrak to aid.” He looked at them, pausing softly to catch his breath.

“To arms, my brothers! To arms! We will once more fight against scum of the earth, to clean it out and be ever more bring everlasting Aghrith upon this broken world. Evermore to Ackthal! Arkthary! And to Enkur!” He yelled once more, as the soldiers looked about, unmotivated.

“For every enemy you kill, your families will be paid tenfold. Tenfold! So I say, take no prisoners. Kill more than our friends! Kill them all.” He spoke with a tone of finality, as the soldiers looked about once more, stirred.

“There will be help from Vizion, from CorpSac, Jarridia, and possibly Borman. But it comes down to this – children of Jenrak, loyal Sirennehk, kill more than they wish to kill. Show both our friends and our enemies that we will go to whatever length to rid this world of scum, to show that small Jomaga has no fear for we exist! In our existence there is safety, there is stability, and there is almighty and everlasting prosperity. Go forth and show them Enkur!” He yelled, as the Sirens finally began to stir, crying and yelling in their freakish war cries, their voices booming with enthusiasm and excitement.

Nearly two million Sirens sailed from Jenrak, headed to Jomaga, hoping to have not a single Jomagan die.

The Silver Sky, at this time we must turn down your offer. If things get to the point where we are ready to fall, that may change, however.

We accept all trade and aid offers, however, and wish to thank all those noble nations willing to aid us from aggression. It seems they have fallen silent since realizing what they would be up against. They seem to have wised up, and are willing not to attack us in exchange for not being destroyed or taken over by the massive friendly forces that have accrewed on our side.

We thank you all, and welcome each and every nation who has come to our aid the chance for trade, as well an diplomacy and embassy exchanges.

Thank you again! We shall never forget your great deeds in defense of our small nation!

Official Demanci Message

After many hours of planning for action, Demanci has decided to go to war in support of Jomaga.

Demanci Army #1

100,000 Foot Soldiers armed with our new PE-80 Gauss Rifles
20,000 R8 Tanks

Signed,
King Christopher Mattox V

OOC: Ill start my rp tommorow

OOC: I might get in on this... depends/tag
IC:
ENCRYPTION LEVEL: ORANGE
TO: President Kara Maddox, TSS/ Jomaga
From: Chairman Henry Kars
Ms. Maddox, [Insert Jomagan President's name here]
If needed, Illior can commit naval and air forces to Jomagan defense if it is called for, but for now, I cannot escalate Illior's alert level, unless it is needed

[Signed] Henry Kars

We demand the offending nations to come forth and post their official stance. Will you attack, or do you agree not to attack? We demand your answers now!

What, do you have no honor? Do you have no respect? We demand an answer. Remaining silent shall only serve to make us more upset, and not countering our concerns of your offensive, then we have no reason to believe that you will not go on the offensive. If that is the case, it should not come as a suprise that certain nations will launch a pre-emptive strike on your nations.

Once again, we demand an answer from your nations. Refusing to answer will only make things worse for you.

OOC: Jomaga, if ya don't mind, a small map of your nation with citys, harbors and the airport labeled would be very appreciated in setting up defences. Also, your leaders name and title would be appreciated. :p :)

IC:

Heavily Encrypted Satellite Burst Transmission
To: Jomaga

Very well, remember the offer stays open until we say otherwise. Our first division of Rapid Reaction Forces shall be arriving within your airspace rather shortly. They are to be tasked with the rebuilding of the airport and setting up defensive positions. Their Commanding Officer is Brigader General Walt Eisner.

End Transmission
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5th and 6th Tactial Transport Group, 200km off Jomaga's Northern Coast

The large C-116 and C-115 Transport Planes of the Republican Army roared low and fast over the ocean. The sound could be heard for miles. Of course they were not without escort, two Tactical Air Superiority Fighter Groups, one consisting of 432 F-620 Xeon's and the other of an equal number of F-73A Aquila's. This formidable fighting force had traveled over 1000km to assist their new Jomaga allies in their defence.

Brigader General Eisner finished his inspection of his plane's Airborne Troops, his C-116 could carried 1040 fully equipped Airborne troops. However, because of the construction equipment carried on board only half of that number was actually loaded.

A Colonel approached him and saluted, Brig. Gen. Eisner saluted back. "Sir, we're just about 100km off the coast, should we contact them?" asked the rather young Colonel.

"Yes, I'll do it myself, just point me to the comm room." Responded Brig. Gen. Eisner.
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Encrypted Radio Burst Transmission
To: Jomagan Military/Government
From: Brigader General Walt Eisner, Silver Sky Republican Army, 3rd Theater Force, 5th Field Army, 11th Army Corp, 51st Airborne Division

Our force is currently 100km due north of your country, please send co-ordinates of suitable paradrop sites. It is imperative to get an airfield operational to provide a base for fighter protection and supply/troops to arrive, as soon as we hit the group we will be setting up a large airfield or repair the existing one depending where you have us drop.

Long Live Jomaga! Long Live the Republic! Long Live Democracy!

End Transmission

Kubra supports oyur actions, they needed to be done. You were right in executing the family. So, we will stand by oyu should anyone attack.

[COPY FROM OTHER THREAD]

Executive Order #7982-87.45

It has been declared that, in light of the growing crisis and irrationality of the opposing governments, Jarridia must fully mobilize its military in the event that a attack is necessary. Let it be written that the Jarridian military will make no exceptions and at the first sight of harm or danger, they are ordered to fight and obliterate.

This is not a formal declaration of war, and shall not be seen in such case. This mobilization can and will only be cancelled by the joint agreement of the Jarridian Congress and that of President Kasilyn J. Branam and her staff. The President has hereby ordered the following:

- All air traffic to and from Kravania shall cease at once.
- As soon as Jarridian military personnel arrive, all trade into and out of Kravania (dealing with any nation) will cease and a temporary embargo and blockade will be in effect until further notice.
- Any attack upon Jarridian craft will be seen as nothing short as an act of war and will be responded to immediately.
- Any attack on Jarridian allies and their military will be seen as an act of war and, in kind, will be responded to.

Having listed those few points, details of the Jarridian mobilization will follow. Thank you.

Jointly Declared,

Kasilyn J. Branam
Kimberly Shaffir

Esteemed Members of Congress

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Armed Forces:

Infantry: 3,577,000
Marines: 2,235,000
Modern Armor (5 ea): 598
Tanks (10 ea): 1,065
Radar Artillery: 15,458

Navy:

Carriers: 20
Battleships: 45
Cruisers: 90
Destroyers: 125
AEGIS Cruisers: 104
Submarines: 138


Air Force:

F-15: 4,657
F-16: 3,658
F-22: 5,869
F-117: 4,326
B-2: 565
Drones: 1,145

Strategic:

JVNDS

Cruise Missiles (250 ea): 2,654
Jarridian Lonestar Missile (500 ea): 6,584
Nuclear ICBM: [Ready Mode] 450

ViZion applauds Jarridia in this move, and wishes to follow them, mobilizing some of its own troops. ViZion is mobilizing one million infanty. ViZion also is prepping for a missile strike if required. All other mobilization information is currently classified.

IC:

As the tiny speck of land known as Jomagia crept into view, the giant levithanesque cargo vessel "H.P.Barnhart" slowly glided to a stop. 5km off shore, the pair of flanking loading/unloading vessels called the "Odessa" and "Clementine" prepared to deliver thier precious cargo. comming toward shore they stop just off shore and wait.

Hyst Departement for Foreign Relations external memo:

To the leader of the honerable Jomagia. As you are almost defently aware, our supercarrier H.P.Barnhart is ready to unload it's cargo of Seagees, mareriel and supplies. With your approvial we will begin the repairs on the airfiled and begin to equip and train your defence forces in the use of the p90s we will be providing you. Our unolding vesels are standing by to set up a seaborne shipping lanes, essentially large prefabricated roadbeds extending out to sea, onto your harbour to create a deepwater shipping method cappable of allowing our vessel, and all other friendly forces, a means to move materiel and heavy equipement to shore.

The Following Ships have been deployed for the blockade against Jomaga, anyone who attacks our ships or tries to get in there way, will be considered an enemy:

5 Superdreadnoughts
30 battleships
150 destroyers
50 submarines
10 aircraft carriers
160 assault crafts
100 frigates
10 Crusiers

In addition to the naval units, the following troops have been deployed to Jomoaga:

Zeilefrente (Army):

1st Infantry Battalion (1 Million Men)
1. 50,000 Jeeps
2. 75 B-3 Light Tanks
3. 20 A-14 Talons (Vietnamexican Equivalent to Apache)
4. 125 D-2 Doubledays (transport copter)

17th "Hermes" Brigade (100,000 Men)
1. 250 Jeeps
2. 1 A-14 Helicopter

4rd Mechanized Brigade (100,000 Men)

1. 10,000 B-3 Light Tanks
2. 6,000 A-1 Heavy Tanks
3. 200 Jeeps
4. 300 Half-Tracks

67th Airborne Regiment (10,000 Men)

1. 15 A-14 Attack Helicopters
2. 34 D-2 Doubleday Transport Helicopters
3. 10 Osprey VTOLs
4. 12 B-1 Huey Assault Helicopters

In order to help break the blockade, we will send the following to aid you.

1 Nimitz class nuclear carrier
1 Empire Class Carrier
2 Valkyrie Class Helicopter Assault Carrier
4 Hunter Class Submarine
4 Nautilus Class Submarine
2 Dolphin Class Submarine
8 Stingray Class Cruiser
7 Thunder Class Cruiser
4 Flank Class Destroyer
4 Search Class Detroyer
2 Lord Class Battleship
2 Orca Class Battleship
4 Chieftain Class Pocket Battleship
20 Los angeles submarines
5 Alvin class light cruisers
1 Principe De Austerius class aircraft carrier
1 CGN-38 Virginia class cruiser

Although, we will only use these if someone else leads the attack. As oy ucan see, this is quite a small naval force. We can't lead an attack, just support it.

Franberry will cast their support in favor of Jomagia

Although we disaprove of the killing, going to war over such a thing seems silly, espaceally against such a new and weak nation.

Franberry is able to mobilize naval assests to the region now, but cannot give substancial amounts of land or air forces due to massive, region-wide, combat excersies.

The following can be sent to the region:

Dreadnaughts:
(3) Estralo-Class Dreadnoughts (‘Prince of Wales’ DN)

Battleships:
(10) Tralando-Class Battleships

Fleet Carriers:
(10) ‘Geori’ CVCNs

Fleet (Covered) Carriers:
(8) ‘Vindicator’ CVCANs

VTOL carriers:
(8) ‘Flakisky’ CVNs

Escorts:
(120) 'Retail' class DDGNs
(150) ‘Campello’ class DDGNs
(58) 'River' class FFGNs


Othe supply and small support craft

(OCC: We're lacking in subs, someone is gonna have to take care of that)

DECLERATION OF WAR

With the countless ignoring of the warning given to the world concerning the nation of Jomaga, The corporate States has no choice but the following.

Due to the time it will take for a relief force to reach the the shores of Jomaga the corporate states will comence Tactical nuclear strikes on military targets within the following nation of Vietnamexico, naval ports and airbases within the soil of Vietnamexico will be selected targets for small scale tactical nuclear weapons, low yeld 5kt warheads shall be used.

Aswell as this the Corporate States will be deploying the 1st Corps, Section 6. the most elite Military unit within the Corporate states, to the shores of Jomaga for the defence of the nation.

The Corporate states is now at WAR with the nation of Vietnamexico, as such the 5th Carrier Fleet, 4th Battle Fleet and the 9th Carrier Groups will be dispactched to the shores of Vietnamexico. Along with the 2nd Corp's as the invasion force for the Vietnamexico lands.

We warned the world of our actions and no one took notice, now is the time to pay for there actions.

Vietnamexico has 12 hours to withdraw forces befor the first attacks start, there are no other warnings.

Vietnamexico: Desist Immediately

Despite earlier adopting a neutral stance in the Jomagan conflict, the aggressive actions of Vietnamexico has caused the Grand Duchy of Nattiana to grant its support to Jomaga. This is the final warning Vietnamexio or other aggressors will receive before Nattiana begins an embargo and considers troop mobilization.

It is still the hope of Nattiana that, having commited an act of war (blockade) Vietnamexio will discuss terms for its disengagement. A peaceful outcome is better for all.

The Nattian government would like to point out that, if the murder of several children is the reason for this aggression, far more are certain to die as a result of war.

Nattiana requests its new allies do not make the first move, and allow Vietnamexico the chance to negotiate and then disengage.

Long live Jomaga! Long live freedom!

In the hustle and bustle of the ViZionarian Military Headquarters located underground somewhere in ViZion, orders were made to strike down Vietnamexico immediately. They refused previous warnings, and staying true to our warnings previously, we would strike if they continued - no further warning would be issued.

Sixteen hundred NNICBM - for Non-Nuclear - were ordered to be launched from across ViZion, targetting the largest government and military locations within Vietnamexico. Six hundred of these NNICBM's housed chemical properties. (Could you please post a map of your nation?)

In addition, a classified number of naval forces were being ordered en route for an invasion and bombardment force against Vietnamexico. Vietnamexico would quickly realize what it meant to cross our warnings and demands.

What was known of the invasion force included at least 500,000 initial infanty in addition to 20,000 tanks of unknown classifications. At least 70 naval vessals - including a low-end estimate of over 30 aircraft carriers - would be arriving near Vietnamexico in a few short days, depending on where the various ships were located, rather ported in ViZion or allied ports, in the Pacific, or elsewhere.

Simply put, Vietnamexico would see the ViZionarian flag flying high in days above their capital city, their military bases ruinned, and their government replaced.

(OOC: More information will soon be coming per the invasion forces)

Secret IC


To: ViZion
From: Franberry

We have seen the preparations that you are making for the attack. Although we will defend Jomagia and nothing else, we still wish you luck on your endabour. We have sen that you have some 70-odd ships in your invasion fleet, and if these are capital ships, all would be well, but if these include destroyers and frigates and other suport craft, we suggest that you beef up the fleet.

Royal Adress to the People of Vietnamexico

The king stepped in front of the camera in the small room, with no windows. He was wearing a olive drab shirt, that had no ornaments, merely the name Pvt. Horando on it.
"Citizens of the Scarlet Kingdom, I, your king, have failed you. At this moment, enemies are marching toward our sacred lands. The nation of Corpsac has declared war upon us, and I fear that we may not be able to keep them out of our lands. Therefore, I ask you to prepare for war. Fortify your houses, and begin to build tunnels, prepare to fight a long hard fight agianst these invaders. Also, I ask the nationalities of our nation to bond together in a lasting freindship. Any minority group that does assist, will be rewarded with liberty once our kingdom is free of invaders. I as the Nubanta militia, who I have been against ever since I have taken this crown, to assist in the training of civilians in the use of guerilla tactics. Across Vietnamexico tonight, members of the Zielefrente will be driving to your cities, towns and hamlets, bringing to you, guns, ammunition, grenades, and other weapons of resistance. I also ask you to begin to stockpile household materials that can be used for the making of explosives, and posion gases. Only through determination and bloodshed will we defeat this nemisis. Glory to the Scarlet Kingdom! Long live Vietnamexico!"
The TV went blank.

-SNIP-
Secret IC:
We thank you. Our numbers are actually much greater, nearly 350 ships from the Atlantic, the Pacific, allied ports, and our own ports, are deporting and now en route for Vietnamexico. All shall be fine. We thank you, and wish you luck in defending Jomaga!

OOC: I gotta go for a few hours - study time... college finals, projects, and other crap. lol Vietnamexico - can't wait to see what my missiles do. :-p lol

OOC: I gotta go for a few hours - study time... college finals, projects, and other crap. lol Vietnamexico - can't wait to see what my missiles do. :-p lol

OOC: It is a good that my nation has a anti-missile defense system now ain't it.

The Jarridian fleet made is way, edging closer and closer to the nation that was currently called Kravania. There mission, or so it was labeled, was to end all contact with the outside world and to lock the nation down against its will; however, there was much more in store for Kravania, and the Jarridian nation was out to prove a solid point.

Back home, in Shelbin, transmissions had been recieved of the growing hostility put forth by the nation, Vietnamexico and about their mobilization which has stirred numerous threats and declarations of war. Finally, word passed of the missile launch ordered by ViZion and that a formal 'first-strike' had been made in the effort of saving Jomaga from these treacherous imperialists.

With this being done, President Branam had no choice but to follow her most loyal ally into battle. Within seconds of hearing the news of ViZion's attack, she ordered a full strike of both Kravania and Vietnamexico. More troops were to be ordered into Jomaga and aid should any sort of invasion occur by outside forces (this is if Jomaga would allow our forces inside their humble borders). Within moments of a simple phone call, launching sequences were initiated and soon thousands of Jarridian missiles filled the sky.

Closing in on Kravania were thousands of Cruise Missiles and Jarridian Lonestar Missiles. Their prime targets were the removal of any and all communications in coastal and nearby inland cities. Secondly, many were issued to remove any anti-aircraft sites and anti-missile batteries. With widespread explosions taking place, it would be expected that civilians could be injured, but in quick, sweeping strikes, casualties are a must, though they would be as limited as possible. As soon as word comes back on the strikes, Jarridian aircraft will be readied to make the next move into Kravania to, yet again, sweep out the coastal areas and prepare for a full-force military invasion.

In another theatre, Jarridian missiles would be used to support ViZion in their quest to end Vietnamexico's aggression towards Jomaga. Another, yet smaller, Jarridian fleet would be sent to rendezvous with ViZion and aid in keeping Vietnamexico locked up, while more Jarridian ships would head toward Jomaga to intercept any aggressors ships that managed to make it that far. All precautions would be taken to insure the safety of the Jomagian people and their fair nation.

Soon, an official declaration of war would be made, and an official list of troops sent to each destination would be added to the already issued 'Mobilization.'

The President of Vietnamexico stood infront of the camera, with ash on his jacket, in front of the blue curtain that was also full of ash.

"Citizens of Vietnamexico, today, May thirty, two thousand six. The nation of ViZion attacked our soverign borders with a missile attack. So far, twenty five million civilians have been killed in the attack, but all the dead and dying have not been accounted for. I ask that you take minimal time for mourning, and prepare yourselves, these enemies have no regard for human life, and will not feel giulty killing off helpless civilians, therefore, why remain helpless. I ask you to fight these evil men, with all your might. Good night, and good luck."

Official Declaration of War

We believe that the countless warnings given to the Vietnamexican Government have more then met the requirments for attempting a peaceful end to the conflict.

The increasingly aggressive stance of the Vietnamexican Goernment has shown they do not want peace, but only to force a sovreign nation under their will with military force.

The Armed Capitalist Republic of The Silver Sky will not stand for this! The Democratic States of Jomaga are a Sovreign and free nation and will not bend to the will of another nation.

The Silver Sky Republican Congress as voted 495-105 to allow me to deliver this message. We Declare a State of War with the nation of Vietnamexico. All Vietnamexican Assests in The Silver Sky will be frozen within the hour, no people of Vietnamexican nationality will be allowed in or out of the country, and they will be under strict police watch.

We thus pledge to defend Jomaga until our last breath. We will fight on the sea, we will fight on the beaches, we will fight in the streets. We will force the invading force back into the sea! And they then don't stand down we will bring to fight to their own nation!

Long Live The Democratic States! Long Live The Armed Capitalist Republic!

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Jomagan Airfield

The planes came in low and slow. Then the rear doors opened and hundreds of men started to jump out. They came in fast and at 1,000ft they opened their parachutes.

Thump-Thump-Thump. That was the main sound hear as they landed on the grounds of the airfield, they quickly removed their chute and rolled it up to make room for other troops. This went on for several dozen minutes.

The troops sprang into action and gathered their supplies. A few palattes of concrete mix and a few mixing/pouring barrels had been dropped and two dozers were dropped by a plane flying a few feet above the ground.

They quickly set about patching and filling holes in the runways, they also prepared any airfield control tent. The next wave of transports was only a few hours out.

Just off Jomaga's Northern & Western Shores

The 3rd Naval Armada had arrived off the shores of Jomaga with little difficulty. They had also been joined by the 6th Naval Fleet. The 3rd Naval Armada was under the command of Armada Admiral Maria Catylin while the 6th Naval Fleet was commanded by Fleet Admiral Joseph Krause. The 3rd Naval Armada was assigned to the protection of the Jomagan islands while the 6th Naval Fleet was assigned to escort convoys of troops and weapons to the islands.

Nearly 300 'Endeavour'-class Large Combat Transport Ship had assembled off shore. Hundreds of Landing Craft Air Cushioneds (LCACs) carried the troops and their heavy weapons to shore. They made dozens of trips to try to put the 1,018,000 men of the 3rd Theater Force on land before the enemy got within striking distance.

They hurriedly set up defensive positions and had even brought fifty dual 155mm (6.1 inch) and two triple 381mm (15 inch) Shore Gun Emplacements with them to set up around the major ports. Other troops began to set up SAM emplacements around the airfield and dug trenches and set up bunkers around the beaches.
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Heavily Encrypted Radio Burst Transmission
To: Jomagan Military

We believe it is imparative that we evactuate all civilians within 5km of the coast to allow for a better defensive line to resist a possibly landing. I'm General Marshall Goodman of the 3rd Theater Force, the Republican Army Unit assigned to your defence, I have with me 1,018,000 highly trained soldiers and their equippment. We are at your defence.

End Transmission
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Heavily Encrypted Satellite Burst Transmission
To: Allied Fleets

I am Armada Admiral Maria Catylin of the Silver Sky Republican Navy's 3rd Naval Armada. I am the senior officer in charge of the Skyian Defence of Jomaga, we believe that it is imperative for our fleets to link up and provide a solid defence line against the Vietnamexican Fleet. I am sending your rendezvous co-ordinates for what seems to be the best defensive position judging by the Vietnamexican Fleet's current heading and location. Please Respond ASAP.

End Transmission
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Hyper Encrypted Satellite Laser Burst Transmission
To: ViZionairan Fleet

I'm Armada Admiral Jesus Garcia of the Silver Sky Republican Navy's 4th Naval Armada. I'm the senior officer of The Silver Sky's Vietnamexican Invasion Force formed by the 4th and 5th Naval Armadas's. We left harbor earlier today and are already enroute to Vietnamexico. I suggest we rendezvous before we assault the Vietnamexican mainland. Please respond ASAP.

End Transmission.

Heavily Encrypted Satellite Burst Transmission
To: Allied Fleets

I am Armada Admiral Maria Catylin of the Silver Sky Republican Navy's 3rd Naval Armada. I am the senior officer in charge of the Skyian Defence of Jomaga, we believe that it is imperative for our fleets to link up and provide a solid defence line against the Vietnamexican Fleet. I am sending your rendezvous co-ordinates for what seems to be the best defensive position judging by the Vietnamexican Fleet's current heading and location. Please Respond ASAP.
Confirmed, we will mobilize the navy right away.

"Sir, they've attacked Vietnameixco"
"Who has?"
"ViZion"
"Ahhh, very well, and their 'blockade'?"
"We dont knwo yet, they have initiated defensive manuvers, but only on land. We know nothing about their fleet"
"Very well, keep the fleet defending Jogmania, at least for now"
"Yes Sir."

Once aain, the ships were mobilized. Since the naval battle on Felucan waters the navy had just came back. They had a little rest and a resupplying before they were onvce again sent out to sea. The men had had a taste of combat, at least they had a little experience. A number of Kubran military personnel have had little or no combat experience. In fact, many had not even fired their gun out of training. Well, luckily the navy had did some combat. It wasn't much but they did it.

Demanci soldiers embarked on a journy to the distant land were the wars were being fought. Apparently late during the war, the soldiers hurried across the great ocean. Once they reached the Jomaga island, they disembarked and set up a defensive position to wait for word of allied nations on an upcoming assult

Demanci Forces

100,000 Foot Soldiers

Reinforcements are coming.
I am on Jomaga's side

"Are you sure about this, I mean, that this is really what the King ordered?" asked Admiral Kenning, as he held the red phone to his ear.

"Yes, admiral, they said execute Plan R for Robert." replied the deep baritone on the other end of the line, "they have attacked the homeland, it is time to act."

"Yessir." said the Admiral, as he hung up the phone and picked up the loudspeaker.

"Attention sailors, the time has come, the enemy has attacked the homeland, it is time to execute Plan R. R for Romeo. This may be the last order I give you, so I ask for a final Hurrah! It has been my honor to be your leader boys!" The Admiral clicked down the loudspeaker as a massive nuclear rocket shot away, along with many other rockets from other ships toward the island of Jomaga.

OOC: I have a total of 50 nuclear missiles, I just launched 15 of them. Aimed at Jomaga's capital.

OOC: I'm assumign you're hitting Jomanga, but im moving my fleet out of there

IC:

"SIR!! NUKES INCOMING!!"
"WHAT?!?!"
"YES SIR!"
"GET THE FLEET OUT OF THE AREA"
"YES SIR!!!!!"

The fleet did an about face, away from Jomaga and towards Franberry, soon, they would be out of any fallout
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Some deep bunker in Franberry

"Sir! Nuclear Armaments have been launched!"
"By?"
"VIetnamexico"
"At?"
"Jomaga"
"Very well, start the anti-missile defenses, all of them are to be fully active, get airplanes up, and ready Sector 8 of the Mass Destruction Weapons"
"Yes Sir!"
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Sector 8 HQ

"How many are ready and primed?"
"2,000 Nuclear and Hydrogen warheads"
"All aimed at Vietnamexico?"
"Yes!"
"Well then, now.... We Wait"

OOC: I have 50,000 nuclear and hydrogen warheads in total, yeah, excessive, but I like it

OOC: I have 50,000 nuclear and hydrogen warheads in total, yeah, excessive, but I like it


OOC: Are you goinging to send all of those at me, cuz if so, please shoot down my nukes.

OOC: Are you goinging to send all of those at me, cuz if so, please shoot down my nukes.
OOC: No, It took time to amass that, theres a chance that im not even goning to use a singel WMD, after all, you are not targeting Franberrian assets, but Jomanga, and a may or may not retaliate on their behalf

As the troops of the The Silver Sky steadly worked on repairing the airfield a low rumble became audable. From the distance the outline of a large number of viechles could be seen. A strange mix of shapes, convoy slowly sook shape throught the hazy afternoon sun. Twenty large trucks (somewhere in the ballpark of 12-14 ton) three carrying bulldozers half carrying the rest carrying gear on laiden fifth wheels allong a mix of other support with cargo viechles slowly became clearly defined. As the convoy became to close in, the prominent desplay of the Hyst Nation Colors above the cabin of the lead truck. Pulling allong side the rementents of the old opperations center of the Airstrip, a solitary man jumped from the left-passenger side of the lead truck. Atired in sand-brown fatuiges with a p90 in a tatical sling hung around his neck. As the fair haired major approached the leader of The Silver Sky detachenent, he spoke susinctly and directly.

"We heard you guys approach on our way over here from our landing rampways, Major Timmothy Glavin Hyst 3 Seagee marine auxiliery, please to meet you. We thought you boys might want some help, we've got some dozers and some temperary bed for an airstrip. We could have concrete for pouring on our next trip out to the Barnheart, probably about three hours, until then we'd be happy to help."

"Sir, Veitnamexico just launched nukes!" Said a assistant

"Holy shit"

"Scramble th aa missles and put them to watch."

There was massive running and scrambling to get the AA guns up. Half of the soldiers were in disbelife.

"Send a message to Jomaga and their allies that Demanci has officialy gone war agenst veitnamexico!"
"Yes sir"

Military complex Alpha 2, 12 miles underground.

"its confirmed, Vietnamexico has fired Nuclear weapons." A Captain Reported.

"vary well...we have our orders, target the major Ports and military bases." the Major replyed, she looked up at the massive screen, a huge map of the vietnamexico lands. On it small satellites images seemed to be moving, the NOSAT system was at work. "why...why do people not learn to back down when in a cornor, we are human not beast." she muttered.


"NOSAT 1 though 15 in postion Mam, Fireing in 10..9..8..7..6..5..4..3..2..Fireing." a voice boomed across the control room.


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Low orbit

The metalic satellite seemed to driffed over the blue earth below, around it could be seen others just like it. all seemed to be moving in a certain way, each seemed to drop some form of device.

The warheads fell, pulled in by the gravity of the earth, pushed by the small thrusters as they fell to there targets. A Nuclear weapon that was harder to target then a missile by ABM systems, in the soundless void of space these weapons of death fell to there targets. Low yeild tactical warheads that would corse so much death....so much destruction.

As the fell to earth, the heat formed, friction as they entered the atmosphere, it would seem as if a metor shower was falling apon the nation of Vietnamexico, just under 60 balls of fire fell. fell to kill and fell to show the people of Vietnamexico that fighting wasnt an option, it was there leader that corsed this not the Corporate States. It wasnt like the Corporate States would claim this attack, there was no link to them, why should they claim such an attack. It could be worse, it could have been MT warheads.

The speed that they fell was incressing, faster and faster the warheads fell, faster then any missile, the force alone of these warheads hitting the ground would corse such damage, the nuclear warhead was for added fear, added death, added pain.

“And from heights of interlude, comes great hath of destruction.” Saerus said, scrolling the reeds down as he was wary, looking at the court. “As of now, two official declarations of war have been enacted against Vietnamexico. By this order, they are going to invade. We can invade, and take a portion of their land, if possible. Bring farther the city-states. However, there comes a dangerous proposition. I may only apply the Sadicistra in this war, so if you are all unwary or do not want to participate, I understand. This is a simple government extravagant. Thus so, I will deploy the children, the best of our brothers, the Vizi-Terrux.” Saerus replied, his eyes behind the helmet darting around the large velvet-clad room, the golden furnishings and the tall stone pillars standing like fingers of a perched, magnificent hand, godlike and omnipotent all the same. Saerus still watched, the fifty corporatists and Lords looking about as they babbled and squandered in their meandering power.

“Is there any support from this council?” He asked, as they looked at him with uncertain eyes. Lately Saerus has been stretching the offensive armies thin, though they would go languished without such tactical offensives. It was vital, yet still the horrors of war was uncertain.

“No support?” He asked, the council quiet. Saerus had no change in demeanour, not stature. He stood strong and tall still, powerful and looming, his stance unbroken and his force luminescent amongst the boring, crisp suits of the plain clad corporatists, and the erratic Lords looking about in their sneaky slithers, their sharp tongues snapping about at each other in contempt and discussion.

“Very well. Assemble the army.” He ordered still, the Lords and corporatists looking on in surprise, their eyes in odd wonder at the loud, booming master. The majority of supply ships were in Sentiauhk, supplying the small nation with Jenrakian products, another force was at Jomaga, assisting the defence against a possible offence, and another formidable force was in Krejeistan, fighting a brutal guerrilla warfare. Saerus’ best commanders – Authaulus, Ashili, Eraclius and Rashkta, were in a deadly campaign against the powerful Krejeistanians, and while it seems they are pushing quite quickly into the Krejeistan empire, it was a devastating and risky endeavour. A war on a fourth front was dangerous.

The Siren were fighting a dangerous war in the southern dunes, the Temsplace were exhausted in seemingly endless campaigns in far-off invasions, and the Aursauk are becoming hard-pressed to keep the childish pretences of war in one piece. Most of Jenrak’s offensive military was in foreign lands, pressed against foreign foes, and they were growing quickly in other tactics, yet it was still a long while before a military force like the one two years before could be launched. However, there were the last of the Jenrakians, the best – and the most dangerous to both sides.

The white-dressed Sadicistra, their tall, thin bodies showing the gruesome mutilations done to their thin, pale bodies, their speed and cunning unmatched by any the Jenrakians have ever faced nor created, their skill with the use of chemical weaponry unsound and disturbingly effective. A shiver went down Saerus’ gold-plated spine when he thought of them. Surely the normal Sadicistra in their robe of blades were enough to frighten him, their reputation of eating corpses to keep going unbelievably odd, but even worse were the tales of their more powerful, elite warriors, the Vizi-Terrux. The most dangerous of the Jenrakian military, the Vizi-Terrux were merciless, efficient, and unbelievably brutal, representing the pinnacle in Jenrakian technology and biological research – injected with every vaccination possible, resistant to enormous amounts of cold and hot extremities, and like their Sadicistra cousins, developed an affinity for human flesh.

It was final, it was ready, and it was simple providence. The Sadicistra were going to Vietnamexico.

Official Declaration of War
Do not think we hold negative thoughts of your nation. We hold negative thoughts of your leaders. There is no reason, no chivalrous excuse for our actions – we are going to simply fight your people to teach them the horrors of war all over. They will see fear in its greatest formation. My children are coming.
From King Saerus Annirak

The next hour, entire droves of Sadicistra were loaded up in cages, as they snarled in cargo trucks, placed upon ships, ready to fling at the naval workers, flagships and capital ships dreading with the flag of the Jenrakian navy, subs and lurkers amidst steel drones still glittering in the light. Thousands upon thousands of Sadicistra boarded onto hundreds of ships. Supply vessels loomed along with them, as well as supporting aircraft docking at the swift aircraft carriers that were coming along.

With that, from the top of the deck, along the largest of the ships, a Super-Dreadnaught named the Ackradhuun, the Vizi-Terrux Lord Aslydon stood with cold and calculating eyes. His teeth and his mouth wished for the soft, warm gush of blood from foreign flesh.

OOC: I might get in on this... depends/tag
IC:
ENCRYPTION LEVEL: ORANGE
TO: President Kara Maddox, TSS/ Jomaga
From: Chairman Henry Kars
Ms. Maddox, [Insert Jomagan President's name here]
If needed, Illior can commit naval and air forces to Jomagan defense if it is called for, but for now, I cannot escalate Illior's alert level, unless it is needed

[Signed] Henry Kars
OOC: Up that seeing as I got no response

OOC: Up that seeing as I got no response

OOC: He hasn't replied to the majority of us, man. Don't feel left out.

OOC: He hasn't replied to the majority of us, man. Don't feel left out.
OOC: I don't feel left out, but I just wanted to let TSS and jomaga see it again, specially cause of the nukes that have been launched

OOC: I don't feel left out, but I just wanted to let TSS and jomaga see it again, specially cause of the nukes that have been launched

OOC: Fine. Go ahead and crap all over my sympathy.

The ERINT system went into full alert, as the nuclear weapons from Corpsac flew toward Vietnamexico. The IR signals the rockets gave off made it very easy for the ERINT to intercept. About 70 missiles went off, just enough and then some to take out the Rods of God. As the missles flew, they hit there targets, all that is except for 13 of them.

OOC: Fine. Go ahead and crap all over my sympathy.
OOC: That's exactly what I'll do, but seriously, thanks for it even though I didn't need it... havn't exactly had the best of days today...

The ERINT system went into full alert, as the nuclear weapons from Corpsac flew toward Vietnamexico. The IR signals the rockets gave off made it very easy for the ERINT to intercept. About 70 missiles went off, just enough and then some to take out the Rods of God. As the missles flew, they hit there targets, all that is except for 13 of them

OOC:There's one thing about rods of god... they=massive flying bolts of tungsten, and that kinda means that all the missiles would do would dent them or slightly misdirect them.... I think...

but I'm sick and I'm doing hw at the moment so I'm not really coherent, so I can;t really say whether I'm right... I think.....

The ERINT system went into full alert, as the nuclear weapons from Corpsac flew toward Vietnamexico. The IR signals the rockets gave off made it very easy for the ERINT to intercept. About 70 missiles went off, just enough and then some to take out the Rods of God. As the missles flew, they hit there targets, all that is except for 13 of them.


OOC: there not missiles, there free falling warheads, the trusters are short burst to push them towards the earth, after that its Gravity. And if your system use's IR then you have a major problem.....ONE massive trail from the warheads what would confuss most IR systems. Not saying your wrong that you hit anything just wrong in saying there missiles and well.....you would hit with any effectiveness with an IR system. Plus there not flying towards your nation, there falling on top of it, vary fast (faster then any missile as i stated).

OOC: there not missiles, there free falling warheads, the trusters are short burst to push them towards the earth, after that its Gravity. And if your system use's IR then you have a major problem.....ONE massive trail from the warheads what would confuss most IR systems. Not saying your wrong that you hit anything just wrong in saying there missiles and well.....you would hit with any effectiveness with an IR system. Plus there not flying towards your nation, there falling on top of it, vary fast (faster then any missile as i stated).


OOC: Fine is this what you want
All the misles land, corpsac pwns vitnamexic!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG pwnage! ALLL THE NOOOKS LAND!!!!!!!!!! OMG IM LIKE, DEAD!!!!!!!!1!!!1!!!11111

OOC: Anymore replys should probably wait until Jomaga has responded. :)

Airfield, Jomaga

The troops had heard the convoy coming into the perimeter, the Hyst colors were easily recognized as friendly and the troops simply went about their work. They had nearly complete work on one runway and tarmac and were starting work on a second one.

Brig. Gen. Eisner had also heard the rumble and had walked out of his tent towards the stopping trucks.

"I'm Brigader General Walt Eisner of the 51st Airborne Division." Said the General as he shook Maj. Glavin's hand, "Nice to see some friendly faces around here, and yes, we were rather loud." Said the Brig. Gen. in a friendly almost joking tone.

"You can get to work on a third airstrip if you want, we didn't get any temp runway bed, but we need some help patching the existing ones, I don't have enough men and I keep getting more dozers and concrete then I need."

"Also we need to have at least one done by sundown and have some runway guidance lights up," he pointed towardslarge trailers equipped with lights, "because the rest of my division should be arriving within a few hours." Brig. Gen. Eisner smiled, glad to not be the only force on what he considered a god forsaken island.

All across the island

Hundreds of thousands of men worked on fortifications. Steel reinforced concrete was poured into bunkers and walls of small forts by some, others dug sophisticated trench systems while others set up the shore guns and SAM batteries.

The islands were being transformed into a fortress.

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Hyper Encrypted Satellite Laser Burst Transmission
To: Chairman Henry Kars
From: President Kara Maddox

Nice to see a great ally is still alive and kicking. As for Jomaga Air and Land Defence Forces would be greatly appreciated, just a few divisions. Naval Forces are not needed at the moment as we seem to have the situation under control for now, but you might as well keep them on their toes. Also, we have planned an invasion of Vietnamexico, you could help if you want.

End Transmission

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Missile Defence Headquarters, CI-ND-ER, Northeastern The Silver Sky

Warning systems went off as the Vietnamexican missiles were detected rising into the atmosphere. At once computers and men alike jumped into action.

But there was one differnce in their moves. The humans, or Operators reacted jumpily and irregulary and with much feeling. However, the computer systems reacted with swift steamlined performance, much more precise and effective then their flesh counterparts. But when it came down to it they were both required to help the other function.

One Warm and Confused, One Cold and Unnerved. One feeling, one without. They worked in tandem, one support the other to accomplish a common goal. But what would this goal do for the computers? Would it destroy them, or merely extend their lifespan?

And did it really matter, did they really care as they beamed messages at light speed to their counterparts, the "Brilliant Pebbles", a huge group missile defence missiles based in space. One computer sending their brothers to their deaths, something that some humans would refuse to do. But it did nothing to affect the computers, they did not care, not even about themselves.

The brilliant pebbles echoed no feelings of sorrow as they experience their 'deaths' by crashing into the Vietnamexican missiles. They saved millions of lives, but did they care? Even as a solitary missiles made it through the screen they did not care for anything, they only knew that they had complete the purpose they were designed for by their 'Creator'.

A single missile streaked from it's launcher towards the incoming Viet missile. They collided in a fantastic explosion, partly caused by the nuclear warhead, although the fallout and destruction cause by the explosion would be nil, but the beauty was enough to cause all to stop and watch.

Could computers appreciate beauty? Did they even have a word for it? Or were they unfeeling as always? Are they perfect machines devised by humans? Or did they have imperfections? That is an answer best left for another time, as humans are better off not knowing, because remember, humans have feelings, feelings of fear.

OOC: sorry guys I work so if I miss messages or don't reply earlier in the day, it's because of that...
IC:
ENCRYPTION LEVEL: ORANGE
TO: President Kara Maddox, TSS/ Jomaga
From: Chairman Henry Kars
Ms. Maddox, [Insert Jomagan President's name here]
If needed, Illior can commit naval and air forces to Jomagan defense if it is called for, but for now, I cannot escalate Illior's alert level, unless it is needed

[Signed] Henry Kars
Chairman Henry Kars, we thank you for your offer of assistance. It seems things are pretty well handled, however, the more defense for us, the better, when we are ill-equipped to fight a larger, much more advanced foe.

Thank you,

Larry Rolands, Temporary Leader

We cannot thank those of you coming to our aid enough! Saving us from a nuclear strike, fighting of what would have been a devistating blockade, and invading the enemy, putting them on the defense instead of the offense. I don't know how we can ever make it up to those of you such as CorpSac, ViZion, Jarridia, Jenrak, Borman, Silver Sky, and countless other nations! We feel as if we are in debt for the rest of our nations life, we do not know how to make this up!

To Vietnamexico, why would you dare attack us? You saw the warnings posted by the others. You brought this upon your self.

We cannot thank those of you coming to our aid enough! Saving us from a nuclear strike, fighting of what would have been a devistating blockade, and invading the enemy, putting them on the defense instead of the offense. I don't know how we can ever make it up to those of you such as CorpSac, ViZion, Jarridia, Jenrak, Borman, Silver Sky, and countless other nations! We feel as if we are in debt for the rest of our nations life, we do not know how to make this up!

To Vietnamexico, why would you dare attack us? You saw the warnings posted by the others. You brought this upon your self.
Jomaga, while we cannot speak for the others, we ask that you not repay us. We cannot simply stand here, watching a number of aggressors declare war and invade you for their own personal gains because they see you're weak at the moment and wish to take advantage of that.

We do, however, ask that you do not go and kill another family, or go into genocide as your previous leadership did. ViZion is highly against genocide, and should genocide take place, we shall act against the power committing that action. We are also willing to aid your nation in setting up a new government and helping build up your infrastructure and economy.

Vietnamexica - you can make this easy on yourself. Simply surrender and allow the allied forces to enter your nation peacefully, or you can make it hard on yourself - we assure you, it will be quite easy on us, not on you however - by trying to fight back. You will be crushed. You've seen what has happened thus far in this war.

Don't make this harder on yourself and your people. Be honorable, surrender your unrightful struggle against us.

La Gouvernement du
Son Plus Souverain Petit Indien Majesté
Ithilanor
Second du ça Nom
Por la Grace de Dieu, Roi du Aladhron, Grande Duc du Vis, Magnifique Prince du Ihayel, Haut Prêtre de la Basilique du San Pierre et San Paul, Defenseur de la Foi
Plus Remarquable Senior Grande de L'Ordre du San Pierre et San Paul; Souverain de L'Ordre du Merit; Commandre-Roi de L'Ordre du Le Royaume de Aladhron; Plus Senior Grande de L'Ordre de la Cuculle Blanc; Souverain de L'Ordre de L'Innocent; Commandre, Roi et Senior Grande de L'Ordre du Ithilanor
Haut Roi du Petit Indiens et Saint Empereur du Douze Petit Indes

Official Declaration of Neutrality

The High Kingdom of Little India expresses immediately it's neutral status in this conflict, and does not wish to become involved with the dispute on either side.

However, in the interests of co-operation with our neighbours and promoting peace in the aftermath of a recently-resolved long and bitter border dispute, the High Kingdom of Little India has granted refuge and protection to His Majesty, Horus, Scarlet King of Vietnamexico.

The Government of Ithilanor II, High King of All Little India, requests that no foreign forces step over the Vietnamexican border into Little India. We are a peaceful nation, with no self-defence forces, and do not have the capability of fighting a war.

Little India once again asserts its' neutrality, and that it is in no way, shape or form aiding the Vietnamexican forces or the forces of any other nation, and will not aid or abet any force in this dispute.

The Right and Elected Government of Little India requires the respect to honour this neutral status from all participants in this conflict, and that Little Indian Sovereign Territory will not be violated in any way by foreign armies.

By the Grace of God,

Ithilanor ER II

Ithilanor II, King of Aladhron, High King of the Little Indians and Holy Emperor of the Twelve Little Indias

La Gouvernement du
Son Plus Souverain Petit Indien Majesté
Ithilanor
Second du ça Nom
Por la Grace de Dieu, Roi du Aladhron, Grande Duc du Vis, Magnifique Prince du Ihayel, Haut Prêtre de la Basilique du San Pierre et San Paul, Defenseur de la Foi
Plus Remarquable Senior Grande de L'Ordre du San Pierre et San Paul; Souverain de L'Ordre du Merit; Commandre-Roi de L'Ordre du Le Royaume de Aladhron; Plus Senior Grande de L'Ordre de la Cuculle Blanc; Souverain de L'Ordre de L'Innocent; Commandre, Roi et Senior Grande de L'Ordre du Ithilanor
Haut Roi du Petit Indiens et Saint Empereur du Douze Petit Indes

Official Declaration of Neutrality

The High Kingdom of Little India expresses immediately it's neutral status in this conflict, and does not wish to become involved with the dispute on either side.

However, in the interests of co-operation with our neighbours and promoting peace in the aftermath of a recently-resolved long and bitter border dispute, the High Kingdom of Little India has granted refuge and protection to His Majesty, Horus, Scarlet King of Vietnamexico.

The Government of Ithilanor II, High King of All Little India, requests that no foreign forces step over the Vietnamexican border into Little India. We are a peaceful nation, with no self-defence forces, and do not have the capability of fighting a war.

Little India once again asserts its' neutrality, and that it is in no way, shape or form aiding the Vietnamexican forces or the forces of any other nation, and will not aid or abet any force in this dispute.

The Right and Elected Government of Little India requires the respect to honour this neutral status from all participants in this conflict, and that Little Indian Sovereign Territory will not be violated in any way by foreign armies.

By the Grace of God,

Ithilanor ER II

Ithilanor II, King of Aladhron, High King of the Little Indians and Holy Emperor of the Twelve Little Indias
Your nation has nothing to fear, and we are glad to see your nation is willing to accept what we suspect will be massive numbers of refugees fleeing their nation. We are even willing to allow you to send in un-armed peace keepers to extract civilians - particularly woman and children - who have done nothing wrong, but find them selves in this unfortunate situation.

However, be warned that if you dare to send in ARMED troops, or try to stop our allied forces from toppling their wreckless government, it will be viewed as an act of war, and action WILL be taken.

Thank you.

Aboard DSN-23 "Shrike" Skava-class nuclear hunter/seeker submarine, 150mi off Jomaga coastline.

"Captain Mirsa! We have a problem here..."

"Yes corporal, what is it?"

"It appears some nutball in Vietnamexico launched nuclear missiles towards Jomaga.. "

"WHAT?! Oh hell. Dive!@ DIVE!@ GET US TO 1500FT DEPTH NOW! full down on the bow planes, flank speed! GET US DOWN, and get us the hell out of here!"

'yes sir, but, what of the recon vessels in the area? they cannot handle depths enough to protect them from the radiation?"

"Oh my god. Send a message to HQ, use the one of the emergency release beacons, this requires action from the CEO"

Capital, Dauberline - Office of the President and CEO

Bill Lloydwright is currently in his office, reading the days morning briefings, when an assistant bursts in, hands him a piece of paper and leaves.

As President Lloydwright begins reading the paper a look of horror appears on his face.
"Oh my god, we have no way to get our people out of there.. Our soldiers will die. Draft a message to Vietnamexico."


To Vietnamexico: Dauberline notices you've sent nuclear weapons to Jomaga, our forces are there in small numbers, but nuetral status as a reconnaisance action. However, our neutrality will be affected if even one soldier dies as a result of your action. We -WILL- be forced to respond.

400mi away in an underground bunker-
"What? you mean we finally get to do some real work?"
"Thats right, we may finally get to break into Vietnamexico's banking system, and wreak havoc"
"Sweet dude!@"

An entire team of teenaged computer geeks begin probing the computers of Vietnamexico's central banking system for weaknesses.

OOC: told ya.. money baby.. thats the name of my game. :)

Videte, Capital District, Vietnaemexico
Through the tattered peices of glass and steel, parts of the once beautiful city of Videte, drove trucks. This pickup trucks were of peaceful orign, however, they were now laden with combatants. The combatants drove throughout the ruined city, firing of rounds of their weapons, calling for their fellow rebels to assemble.

Off the Coast of Jomaga, three hundred miles away from Videte

The light pink lips pressed against the loudspeaker, "My sailors, we have exausted all attempts to defeat the enemy, we even used our nuclear capabilities against them, but to no avail. Now ViZion Jarridia, and the Silver Sky, among others, have began to make their way toward our nations in their own vessels of war. I ask you, that I may command you one last time, in a last effort to save the king, country, and Vietnamexican way of life, that you will join me in our attack against this evil invaders. We may not make it home, but if we do not fight, we may not have a home. Therefore, I say to you, glory to the Kingdom, and let us fight for her! Huzzah!" The admiral click off the loudspeaker, the oppurtunity that he had been waiting for had finally presented itself. He finally had the oppurtunity to allow the leader of his beloved Communist Party of Vietnamexico to take control. He knew that the plan had been set in motion when he had called him and told him to execute Plan R. The time had come, soon equality would reign across Vietnamexico.

TO: ViZion, Jarridia, The Silver Sky, Corpsac and Jomaga
From: Horus Hornando

Subject: Nuclear Weapons

Body:

To whom it may concern
It has come to my attention that a barrage of about fifteen nuclear weapons that belonged to my nation's arsenal have been released onto Jomagian soil. This worrys me, because though I did not authorize them, and because I am the only one to do so, I ask that you give me some explaination for how these "nuclear weapons" could have possibly been launched.
Thank you,
Horus Horando,
Still, the King of Vietnamexico

I made an OOC thread at the request of Mac. Here is the linkage

here
maybe here
or is it here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=11064443#post11064443)

OOC: Fine is this what you want
All the misles land, corpsac pwns vitnamexic!!!!!!!!!!!! OMG pwnage! ALLL THE NOOOKS LAND!!!!!!!!!! OMG IM LIKE, DEAD!!!!!!!!1!!!1!!!11111

OOC: that was uncalled for, all i stated what that it wasnt missiles that i fired. I never stated that your were wrong in shoting any down.

Aboard FRBS Glory, a Nimitz class carrier, operating off the coast of Jomaga

"Admiral, High Command has recieved a plea for help from our ally of Vietnamexico. They have commanded us to deploy our battle group to Jomaga in support of the Bonstocknian interests in the region, to assess the situation and determine the need for further follow on forces. Estimated time of arrival is twelve hours from here."

"See to it that it is done, Lieutenant."

"Yes, sir."

The carrier, with its escorts and support ships, began turning towards the Vietnamexican task force, radioing them and identifying themselves as friendlies. Four F-14 Tomcats flew over in formation, as Bonstocknian crews readied an E-2 Hawkeye for takeoff on the smoky carrier deck. Meanwhile, back home, Bonstocknian National Command Authorities continued to debate what to do about the situation.

To: Horus Hornando
From: President Kara Maddox
Subject: RE: Nuclear Weapons

It is very sad that a leader of a country does not have control of his own nuclear arsenal. You are disgraceful, not only did you unnessecarily launcher nuclear weapons against a nation that has committed little or no wrong doing, but you attempt to cover your feeble ass but blame our nations and ask for an explanation as to why your OWN nuclear weapons were launched.

I Dub Thee Unforgiven---------

Off the Coast of Jomaga, 400 miles from the Vietnamexican Fleet

Armada Admiral Maria Catylin paled as she read over her newly received orders orders, they were marked 'URGENT CODE TRINITY' and came directly from President Maddox herself. She limply placed the orders in a shredder.

Many of the Officers watched her walk towards a lone console on the bridge. They watched in silent sadness as she unlocked the console with a key and typed in these words.

"I Am Become Death, The Shatterer of Worlds"


She pressed a red button the console and all at once, on every sship in the fleet, the words displayed on the screen. Some crew members jaws dropped open while other simply paled. But within a few seconds they were all over the shock and were targeting and aiming the missiles. A single solitary message was delievered to the Vietnamexican Fleet.

"May God Have Pity On Your Souls"

With that a single volley of 3400 RGM-101LR Fireblast Long Range Anti-Ship Missiles roared out of their Mark 144 Strategic VLS Cells and turned and rockted at Mach 3. They were each equipped with a 5kt Tactical Thermonuclear warhead. They were mainly targeted at the SDs, battleships and carriers of the fleet, at least 1400 were targeting the escorting ships.

90km East/Northeast/Southeast of the Vietnamexican Fleet

The order to attack had also reached a group of 40 Poseidon-class heavy attack submarines that had been ordered to intercept the Vietnamexican. The submariners loaded their Broadsword Ultra-Heavy Torpedos into their tubes and verticle launch cells, these 1 metre wide and 14.4 metre long torpedoes were the deadliest torpedoes that the navy possesed.

The order was given to fire and all 40 submarines launched eight tropedoes, four from their tubes and four from their vertical launch cells in two sucsessive waves. The first 160 torpedoes made straight from the enemy fleet's larger ships while the next 160 made for the escorts, they each carried a 250kt warhead, they would arrive after the wave of missiles had hit, hopefully taking out other any targets left.

The destruction would be magnificant.

SSBN Task Force Trinity, Skyian Waters

Fifty 'Relentless'-Class Ballistic Missiles Submarines had been assembled in the waters of the Comberth Gulf for retaliation against Vietnamexico. They surfaced and each fired off their 24 UGM-33-B 'Har Megido' Submarine Launched Ballistic Missiles a total of 1200 of them. Each of these missiles carried 10 250kt MIRVs into space and towards Vietnamexico for a total of . They were mainly targeted at the enemy's remaining ballistic missiles silos, most were targeted at large airfields, army bases and any naval docks in the country, not to mention ABM sites and any naval fleets within their waters. Civilian centers were rather safe from the attack, except those close to military bases. The capital was also spared from direct attack.

But four missiles had a special purpose, they were targeted not at the capital, but at the land around it, the 40 MIRVs would explode in a circle around the capital about 25 miles out. This was to scare the government into surrendering and to dig huge craters around the capital to cut it off from the rest of the country.

Boom baby boom!

"Sir, bad news." The 'bangin' blondy' secretary as the Emperor secretly called her laid down a sheaf of papers on his desk.

"What?"

"We have word Vietnamexico has some allies coming in."

"Warn them to get out. Same threats as usual."

"It's um...Bonstock."

"Oh. We used to be allies didn't we?"

"Yes sir."

"Let me draft a new response."

Official Imperial Communique:
To: Whom it may concern in the government of Bonstock
From: Chancellor Licinius

We have word that you are sending in naval support for the terrorist nation of Vietnamexico. It is sad to see an old ally of ours turn to these despicable ways. We must ask that you remove any support promised to the terrorist nation and deploy your naval forces elsewhere.

End Transmission

Official Imperial Statement:

Due to the escalation of hostilities in the theater we will be deploying three battle groups along with one army divided amongst the two. A battle group will go to defend Jomaga's shorelines, another with half an army to assist Jarridian operations towards Kravania, and the third with the other half of the army to Vietnamexico. This group will not enter soveriegn waters untill a decleration of war is issued. Any assault by any forces upon them will be constituted as a decleration of war. You've been warned.

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Each Battle group consists of:

(11) Borman Show Carrier
(3) Helldawg V-class Trimaran heavy carrier
(20) Maddox Class Battleship
(11) Trailblazer class cruiser
(4) Apostle Class Trimaran Large Cruiser
(8) Attila Class Destroyer
(8) Dominance class Trimaran AA destroyer
(6) Vercetti Class Frigate
(7) Conquest Class Trimaran ASW Frigate
(4) Legionaire-class command dreadnaught
(12) Imperivm-class invasion dreadnaught
Secret Sub Compliment:
(16) Prowler Class SSN
(8) Guardian-class SSBN/SSGN

In addition, to facilitate the troop transporting an additional 48 Imperivm-class invasion dreadnaught will be attached to the two fleets going to hostile areas.

OOC: Forgot to add this to the last post, about how far are your(Vietnamexico and Bonstock) fleets off the coast of Jomaga? Cause my fleet completely surrounds the island about 100 miles out.

"SIR! Boonstock has joined the war!"
"On Vietnameixcos side?"
"Yes sir! They're sailing a fleet towards the area. Also, Jomaga and Vietnamexico have been hit by nuclear weaponry"
"Hmm, And the fleet?"
"No damage, cleared the area quickly"
"Very well, have them position themselves in a manner were they are close to friendly ships, and Jomaga is inbetween them and the enemy"
"Yes sir!"
"And keep the nuclear forces on alert!"
"Sir!"

Aboard FRBS Trinity Falls, a Ticonderoga class cruiser operating with the Bonstocknian fleet

The dark room was lit only by the glow of the radar consoles. A few seamen were busy scanning the screens, searching for any signs of enemy action. Suddenly, one of the seamen squinted. Hundreds of little dots were appearing on his screen. "Holy shit!" he whispered. "Skipper, I think you'd better take a look at this," he said, turning to the captain in his white uniform.

"Yes, Seaman?" He looked over, and his faced turned pale. "My god. Alert the Glory at once."

"Yes, sir."

Aboard FRBS Glory

"Sir, we have a priority signal from the Trinity Falls. Thousands of missiles have been launched at us. We have reason to fear that they contain nuclear warheads."

"Take evasive action at once. Get me a line with the Joint Chiefs, and turn this task force around. We'll sort this out later."

Presidential Mansion, Port Yuko, Bonstock

President Sanchez was on his phone. "Yeah, yeah, I'll sign the bill," he was saying, and then saw a flashing light on his phone. "Wait a second while I take another call." He changed the line. "This is Sanchez," he said.

"Mr. President, this is Admiral Alex Peterson with the Joint Chiefs. We've recieved a signal from the carrier Glory, operating off the waters of Jomaga as in support of Vietnamexican operations there. However, we have encountered heavy resistance, including the possible use of nuclear weapons by potential adversaries. We recommend that we temporarily withdraw our forces until we have further assessed the situation."

"Order the Glory back. Secretary of State Choi has just told me that Borman Empire is asking us to back down. We shouldn't fight our allies."

"At once, Mr. President."

President Sanchez looked at his notes about Vietnamexico. "A Bonstocknian ally since ex-President Lord Harald Gustavsson married the daughter of the Vietnamexican king," he whispered, reading it. "I'm not sure if its worth it. Nuclear weapons?" He picked up the phone, and called Admiral Peterson.

"Sir," the Admiral answered.

"Alex," the President began, "tell our SDIs to engage strategic missiles bound for Vietnamexico."

"Yes, sir."

He put down the phone, and looked around for his list of national leaders' telephones, and placed a direct call to Chancellor Linicius of Borman Empire. After the Chancellor picked up, he began. "Chancellor, I am President Roberto Sanchez of Bonstock. Can you tell me what's been going on with Vietnamexico? We understand they're in a war with Jomaga, and they requested our help in this. What exactly are we fighting about, and is there any opportunity for a negotiated settlement?"

OOC: I really don't have time to post a long winded post, so basically I've got 5 fleets on the move, one to Jomaga, and four towards International waters off of Vietnamexico to just sit there... I'll get the actual numbers and IC posts later...

OOC: Oh for the love of...did you guys use nukes?

OOC: Oh for the love of...did you guys use nukes?
OOC: VM did, some of us responded, mine are on alert tho, unless someone shoots at me, then they'll be on "alert" in VM's capital

OOC: VM did, some of us responded, mine are on alert tho, unless someone shoots at me, then they'll be on "alert" in VM's capital OOC: I'm considering changing sides after the nuclear attack. If you're under attack then it's a good last resort but to use nukes without direct threat to your nation?

OOC: Oh for the love of...did you guys use nukes?
OOC: He tried to nuke Jomaga and my soldiers with 15 ICBMs. I shot them down (which no one seemed to notice btw), then as standard protocol in my military goes, strategic response for a strategic attack. He tries to nuke my troops in Jomaga, I responded

I nuked his military installations, air bases, silos, fleets, land forces, everything. It could have been worse, I could have nucked his cities as he tried to do to Jomaga. Also, I used relatively low yield (250kt) warheads, I could have used much larger ones.

"Hello President Roberto Sanchez, I'll get straight to buisness. Jomaga was under an oppressive government that routinely committed genocide on thier populace. They revolted and slaughtered the royal family, many nations were angered by the slaughter of the 'innocents' of the royal family and declared intentions to invade Jomaga, some admitting it was for personal gain as well. Once Vizion, Borman, Jarridia, Jenrak, CorpSac and others started declaring support for Jomaga many of the vocal enemies fell silent. Kravania and Vietnamexico continued with plans for invasion, but were themselves faced with multiple front invasion. Vietnamexico realized they were facing bad odds, and before a single enemy soldier landed on their soil they launched multiple nuclear warheads at enemy fleets and Jomaga. Then you showed up. We're currently deploying fleets to Jomaga, Vietnamexico, and Kravania."

Bonstocknian Airborne Laser systems took off, and began shooting down any strategic missiles heading for Vietnamexico. SDI satellites also joined the fray. Tracking satellites quickly revealed the four missiles heading for the area around the Vietnamexican capital. Bonstocknian anti-missile forces were directed to make those missiles their top priority. With a dozen ABLs and half a dozen satellites on hand, Bonstock started to engage the missiles.

Presidential Residence

The President's Chief of Staff entered the Presidential Office. "Mr. President, your conference call with the Joint Chiefs is ready."

"Thank you." President Sanchez walked into the conference room, where a large moniter hanged on the wall opposite the President. The Joint Chiefs in military uniforms, along with several civilian advisors in business suits, were sitting. They stood as the President entered, and he gave them an at ease. The monitor was flipped on.

An Air Force general was in view, in full dress uniform. He began, "Mr. President, I am General Mike Gard, commander of the Bonstocknian Strategic Forces Command. We have been currently engaging hostile missiles inbound on friendly nations."

"All right, Mike," the President said. "Put our offensive nuclear forces on DEFCON 2 at once."

"Yes, sir."

The screen blanked out. The President turned to his advisors. "I've assessed the situation, and I personally believe that offensively helping Vietnamexico is not worth it given the scale of escalation of the conflict."

National Security Advisor Frank Lee spoke next. "Mr. President, I do agree with you, it is certainly not worth getting Bonstock involved in a nuclear war, however we must do something to help our Vietnamexican allies. Perhaps sending some hospital ships and emergency relief in light of the disaster would be good."

"Yeah, Frank. Let's send an order to whatever hospital ships we have avaliable, and whatever C-17 cargo aircraft we have avaliable, and allow them to send in humanitarian aid. Warn the nations facing Vietnamexico that any attacks on this will constitute an act of war and will be dealt with accordingly." He turned to several of the military officers. "What such units do we have avaliable?"

"We have a flotilla of six hospital ships on standby in Port Yuko for such an event," a man in a naval uniform ventured. "They could set sail within two days, and be in Vietnamexico within a week."

An officer in an Air Force uniform spoke next. "We have two wings of C-17s, a total of 120 aircraft, on alert. They can be loaded and sent to Vietnamexico, and several more can be activated soon."

"Order them filled with aid and decontamination equipment and sent to Vietnamexico," President Sanchez said. "Then prepare a press release stating our position on the conflict."

"Yes, sir," the officers said in unison.

As the C-17s took off and hospital ships set sail, the Bonstocknian Department of State sent a communique to all nations involved.

The Federal Republic of Bonstock, honoring its longstanding alliance with Vietnamexico, is currently deploying hospital ships and cargo aircraft filled with humanitarian aid to Vietnamexico. Be it known that these ships and aircraft are carrying nothing but humanitarian aid and decontamination equipment to assist those made victims of the nuclear attacks against Vietnamexico. Although Bonstock in no way condones Vietnamexican actions against Jomaga, we strongly condemn the actions of the Silver Sky. Bonstock will continue to attempt to intercept missiles fired at its allies. Any attack on our nation's humanitarian ships and planes, or direct attacks against Vietnamexican civilians, will be considered an act of war against the Federal Republic of Bonstock, and will be accordingly dealt with.

Signed,

Roberto Sanchez
President of the Federal Republic of Bonstock

Sanchez then continued his converation with the Chancellor. "We do not approve of Vietnamexican actions, however we do wish that the situation be somehow defused. We think that a negotiated settlement is possible, and if any nations wanted to we would be willing to mediate the differences in Bonstock. We will continue to attempt to shoot down strategic nuclear missiles fired at Vietnamexican population centers, and we will also be sending humanitarian aid to the victims of the attacks."

A message was soon sent to King Horus of Vietnamexico from the Bonstocknian Embassy in Vietnamexico. "Bonstock will defend your country from invasion, but your nation must cease and dissist the use of weapons of mass destruction for the duration of the conflict. Bonstock will not send any combat troops or provide any other direct military support if the use of WMD continues in the conflict."

OOC: here is a map of Vietnamexico http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y147/BasqueSpain/vietmap.png

IC: SKBC Press Release

"Hello, I am Roger Hathaway, and just moments ago, the King issued a statement concerning the current war that is going on between Vietnamexico and Jomaga et al. These comments were made after the King was told about the nuclear attacks on the missile silo in Julika, which is belived to be the third worst attack on Vietnamexican soil, with one hundred killed in the blast and many others affected by the nuclear fallout. The first was the Rods of God Affair, in which the Corprate States dropped sixty Rods of God, of which three landed after an unknown seaman order a nuclear attack on Jomaga. Just under two million citizens lost their lives in the attack. The second begin the non nuclear attack by ViZion on military installments near Videte. This left a quarter of a million killed, and about 2 million homeless. But anyways, the following speech was issued by the King only minutes ago." The screen of the newsroom cuts away, to a spartan room in Little India, it is clean well kept, and bustling with well dressed men. In front of the camera, a man in a dress shirt, silver and red tie that had been loosed because of stress, looked apprehensivly at the camera.

Regardless of his rattled appearance, the words that he spoke felt strong and his tone was unwavering, "Citizens of Vietnamexico, I talk to you from the opulent palaces of our neighbor, Little India.However, in light of the recent events of terror in Julika, I feel that it is needed that I retake my throne, and that I do not stand on the sidleines, but fight. I ask that you all join me in this last stand for our Kingdom. Glory to freedom! Glory to Vietnamexico!

OOC: @Viet: What about my nuclear attack on your fleet?
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11065476&postcount=68

ooc: actually, my map is technically one in the Wysteria region and actually has no borders with you, VM, but I guess I could consider the area a colony or something. If need be I'll post my map later, god forbid it come to that.

second ooc: wait, is it King Horus in Little India? Whose in charge in VM?

ViZion once again wishes to make note that Vietnamexico has the chance to surrender before a single allied soldier lands on their soil. In surrendering, the current Vietnamexican government will be replaced by a temporary government of the allied forces until a new, more structured government of Vietnamexico can be setup.

Also, all Vietnamexican militants are to be disarmed completely, with every war aircraft, ship, and artillery handed over to allied forces. All Weapons of Mass Destruction will also be taken by allied forces, and all nuclear silos destroyed.

This will spare your many citizens - both military and civilian - who would otherwise die due to your own greed of not willing to give up your power.

Rather it was you or not who ordered the attempted nuclear strike against Jomaga or not, you DID order an attempted aggression against Jomaga, and between the two, your government have proven unfit, unstable, and untrustworthy to run a nation. It WILL be replaced, rather you wish to make it easy for yourself and, more importantly, your people, or rather you're going to make us force you out of power, and in turn, there will be unfortunate casualties that you could easily have avoided by taking our offer of surrender.

We also urge Bonstock to try to evacuate as many civilians as you can while there is still time. This is not going to be an easy fight for the nation of Vietnamexico if their government is so defiant that they would rather save their own power for an extra 48 hours, or save their people.

Also, while we welcome you to offer humanitarian aid to the civilians of Vietnaxmexico, any Bonstock forces who fire upon our troops will be viewed as a direct declaration of war upon us, which will not be tolerated.

Thank you.

"However much that would be nice, the government of Vietnamexico has proved itself to be a terrorist state not capable of being left in command, holding WMDs, or even possessing its military. I'm sure my allies will accept nothing less than complete surrender, in which case allied forces will take WMDs, and military supplies while disbanding military and taking out current government. An allied influenced government would then be put into effect to see that reconstruction goes succesfully in which case power will be turned over to a trustable Vietnamexican government. This will either happen by Vietnamexican will, or allied force. There is sadly no other way."

The Ackhradhuun
The soothing water waves rushed upon the pale side of the ship, his eyes blood red and his fist soaked in the dark, vicious essence of life, yet he persisted. He was wearing a large, armoured plate, a giant golden ‘T’ shaped insignia carved into his armour’s chest, his arms covered inch by inch by steel plating, fibres of thick power rippling through about as his red tingling muscles glamorously shone brightly, though it was covered when he strapped the black felt-like parts back on. Placing a hot, steamy chain mail over his body, this massive shadowy figure of a man stood atop the highest tower of the capital ship, it’s turrets and cannons glistening with the polished steel skin, the words painted heavily in Jenrakian aboard its side, the ship’s design sleek and efficient. It was shaped almost like a sword, it’s hull thin and wary, but strong and supportive, as the back ends carried immensely gargantuan missiles, soldiers and naval officers scattering about like drones as they did their jobs, worked their positions, the Sadicistra on the ship safely chained and kept in cages below the deck.

Still, he looked onwards, knowing that behind him a relatively moderate size fleet followed, capital ships and super-dreadnaughts all blowing with roaring commencement, helicopters and aircraft slashing through the sky, trails of smoke left as they patrolled and scouted, the submarines beneath the waves, smooth and swift, sped forth and calmly lurked beneath the waves that so violently shook. Dense clouds were held beyond the horizon, a wall of fuming smoke-like vapours, silver in tint but still showing the bloody red smear of a morning sunrise. It had been a whole day of travel, and he was sure that they were making good progress. Supplies were regularly rationed and ships always came through from Ouridna, supplying the forces effectively. He had his daily feast of flesh.- the blood dripping from Aslydon’s massive fingers were not his own.

A sword by his side, enormous in size, with a long handle and a twisted hilt, it was as large as the man itself, as wide as a Jenrakian sceptre. The ultimate in brute melee force, he carried it around with him at all times, a small dress of blades around his waist shown as a means of personal, closer fighting between foes. Still, he looked on, without worry, without pity, without any form of care for the outside world – save for this situation. Rumours and hearsay have been circulating that this conflict has gone nuclear, and he would have the lives lost if he had at any rate, cared. But in his career, better people suffer worse deaths, and in the end, nothing can be done in mourning. It was his logic that carried him above the others, other death – to kill, to feast and murder all in his wake. That was his duty, after all.

Still looking out, the metal cuirasses of the ship dangling around to signal, flares and communications sent atop the tall towers of the observation centers, railings straight still, the immense cannons placed on their decks, maintained and kept in one place, soldiers carrying large, long and thin missiles that were painted over crudely with a green ‘S’. Another equally crudely painted ‘3’ was beside it, and it was a wonder on what these missiles were. Of course, Aslydon knew exactly what it was – every conflict Saerus went into, his commanders brought along chemical weapons to make sure it would go much more smoothly than without them. For the Jenrakians were by natural selection a hardy people, strong willed and loyal, fanatical at the very least in their goals and their beliefs. Aslydon would have rather died in foreign lands than go home and face dishonour and judgement. This Vizi-Terrux did not fear death – he feared the wrath of the Gods that came in dishonourable death. Licking his warm, red fingers, Aslydon sighed softly as he sucked the blood off dry, as if it were some exotic sauce that he frequently indulged in. His teeth were stained and rotting, deposits of dirtied blood between the cracks, his tongue showing cuts that never healed. His mouth had a small lump of circular flesh on the inside, as if a wound had healed there recently, and his neck on the back showed signs of deliberate slashes.

His arms were beneath the armour he wore, smoke-grey and blue, but his fleshy arms rippled and were like monstrous beasts of their own, every sinew and every muscles seen having a body of its own. His clean, unscathed muscular arms went down to a pair of cut hands, red and worn but still usable, and quite lethal. His knuckles were like pearl-shaded slacks of adamant steel engraved into his hands – large and powerful, sharp and almost purposely turned into spike-like killing machines. His fingers showed crudely cut fingernails and dirtied fingers, the mud between the nails still showing on the vein-ridden hands. He was of massive, unquestionable physical strength, but his beauty was not by any means unquestionable. This man’s face was cut and torn at places, his flesh showing parts that have healed over, red slashes and wounds still prevalent, his eyes swollen at bits, his face more shaped like a square, his jaw large and even, but his head was a mess of flocking hair. The signs of baldness were inexistent, and his head was covered in a helmet, shaped like a giant crown, with knives pointing out at every angle like an urchin.

Standing there, he quietly pondered to himself, before his silence and his connection to the fawning natural beauties of the sea was broken. Behind him, a messenger stood with his arms behind his back, pompous and thin, but tall. He was young, he had a clean shaven and whole face – no scars, no wounds, no bruises or any form of physical malady. He was draped in a crisp suit with small number of badges pinned at his chest, which he held out proudly. A cap was worn on his head, identical every other cap worn by naval officers in the Jenrakian navy – dark, navy blue, possibly mistaken easily for black. Beneath his crisp suit showed a white shirt, and beneath his black cap a small visible mass of brown hair was seen. His eyes were a watery blue, as if he was about to cry, yet his expression was staunch and still. He looked childish, though he tried to look mature and strong. Still, his fear showed – Aslydon’s reputation as a dangerous cannibal and a master of the Sadicistra was spread throughout the navy, and this messenger was careful when he looked on at the giant mass of hungry, bloodthirsty muscle that stood there. For a small moment, he choked on words, and could not reply.

“Speak, boy, or I will take your tongue and speak for you.” Aslydon threatened, as the boy went into deeper territories of fear, yet he tried to stay still and calm. Aslydon looked on.

“A conference is being held in the communications balcony. You are requested to join, and under terms of King Annirak, you are under obligation to come.”

“Obligation?” Aslydon’s voice was masking a soft hunger now.

“You are by the word of King Annirak required by the heavens to come forth to this meeting.”

“And who sent you? Who had authority so to speak upon me? To almost command my movements?”

“I-I-Was…”

“Speak, boy, or I will do what I promised.” Aslydon said earnestly, putting his left hand on a small blade, and drawing it from his waist, holding it in his hand as he waited.

“I was told by Lord Katask through communications that the King demands your arrival at the council.”

“Katask? I could never trust him.” Aslydon said with apparent contempt. Katask was the last name of Viraranaar, the most powerful priest of the Krakkez church. Because Jenrak was a devout theocracy without any question, the church and the government were one. Affairs of the church were affairs of the government, and vice versa. Even the Temsplace armies, the elite Jenrakian holy warriors of clad steel, were part of the government and the church. Heresy was seen as treason, and treason was seen as heresy. The King, their King, was seen as the divine force and the will of Enkur, great Lord of Pain and Jenrakians.

Nodding, Aslydon got down from the stand, climbing down the ladder as the young officer moved out of the way, standing there even when Aslydon walked into the communications center’s tiny balcony. It was enough to fit four people quite nicely, though due to Aslydon’s immense size he could barely fit in it himself. Inside was six monitors in a single row, the one on the far right showing Aslydon himself, as a camera was perched right above it, pointing at the Vizi-Terrux’s location. Inside the room, cold as it was, was a table with a full cup of coffee, still steaming, and nothing else, save for the endless wires behind each monitor.

Each monitor was thin, sleek and silver in colour, small but enough to see everything in it, as faces began to appear in each monitor, each one seemingly looking at Aslydon. From the far left, the first monitor, was a man draped in black, his face covered in a black mask, his head wearing a crown of blades that were short, but it’s pinnacles and spikes were plunged straight up, a ribbon of silk running down the back of his mask and head, his shoulders seen on the screen as chains were wrapped around them, his green eyes the only visible part of his face through mask. When he spoke, he did not have any emotion in his tone, but he did keep it from becoming entirely boring.

“Aslydon.” He said in a smooth, but gruff voice. His tone was sleek, his speech went nicely, yet his voice caused inconvenience crackling in his pitch. He sounded almost like he was croaking his words in a musical tandem.

“Viraranaar.” Aslydon said back in recognition.

“Aslydon.” The second screen said, a woman of unbelievable and impeccable beauty – her skin was soft, pale throng, her eyes like crystals in a soft shade of amber glints, her hair silver and long and straight, the top of her head covered by a cap that was slung over the side, silver like her hair. She had fiery red lips, straight and thin, and her expression was of unimaginable seriousness. Her shoulders showed a blue, crisp uniform, a black band on her neck, her ears donning sparkling earrings that refracted light off posthumously.

“Rashkta.” Aslydon replied.

“Aslydon.” The third monitor retorted with equal seriousness to Rashkta, and it was apparent whom this was – his face was covered in a gold and obsidian helmet, not even his eyes shown, for they were hidden in the intense shadows cast, atop his head a crown of blades that were all golden in property, untarnished and forever beautiful. To his side, flaps of fabric beneath the helmet were visible in the soft red lighting that was behind him, and his shoulders sowed straps of silver chains and a large blade in the background. This was Saerus Annirak, the King of Jenrak – a tactical brilliance himself.

“My Lord Annirak.” Aslydon replied with courteous respect.

“Aslydon.” The fourth figure said, a ravishing woman, though not as beautiful as Rashkta, but still she was blessed with exotic features her own. Her nose was a thin slice of vivid vivaciousness, her lips long and thin, red with fiery passion, her eyes slightly wide, showing a red hue and her hair was a heap golden magnificence. She donned regular clothing – possibly a red t-shirt and a black gloves that only went to the middle of her fingers. She had a black band around her neck like Rashkta, and she had earrings as well, though hers were more extravagant. Two small bite marks were visible on her neck beneath the band, and she did not worry too much about their properties.

“Ashili.” Aslydon replied.

“Aslydon.” The final screen before his chalked up, from a man whose was covered in a helmet as well, though small sounds of explosions were apparent in the background, yelling and arguing, most of it muted out skilfully. This man was not seen like Saerus, his armour covering most and the shadows cast making it even harder. What was known was that he carried a large sword, possibly larger than the one carried by Aslydon, and a ‘T’ shaped insignia was carved above the eye-sight of his helmet, his armour in a green speckle. His shoulders were massive, one of them larger than the other showing an uneven distribution of armour, and many chains were carried throughout, and some metal wires as well.

“Authaulus.” Aslydon exclaimed with friendliness.

Saerus began to speak. “We are here to discuss your campaign in the lands of the foreigners. I have gathered all the tacticians here to talk, and hopefully we can come to a conclusive, and efficient way to stop them.”

“They are most likely crippled militaristically after the alleged nuclear attacks, so they will most likely wage a guerrilla warfare against us and the others in this war. Who are participating?”

Before Aslydon could say, Viraranaar already spoke. “Vizion, CorpSac, Borman and the Silver Sky to say the very least.”

“You seem to know a lot of my mission, Vira.” Aslydon chided.

“I do what I can, and I learn what I want, barbarian.”

“Let’s see you say that to my face, to my hands and my sword.”

“You dulls – “

“Enough!” Saerus commanded. “There is to be no barbarianism in this discussion. Now, the campaigns in Krejeistan are going swimmingly. Authaulus has news that he could pass on information from the guerrilla warfare tactics he has picked up there.”

“Yes. Aslydon, you are to use the Sadicistra, which will be easy enough. They are excellent at this campaign. I had to resort to my brothers, the Temsplace, and they are not good at fighting militia.”

“The Temsplace are good for fighting tank divisions and large battles.”

“I know my own brothers, Rashkta. You do not need to tell me what can and cannot be done.”

“Very well, continue.”

“They are fragile. Do not fight any civilians. Take in who you can, do not destroy what you see. Show mercy.”

“As your cousin did in Nakros Ithrimm?”

“Correct. You need to show them you are on their side. If this is effective, we could pull off city states in the foreign lands.”

“Ah, much like the ones in Jagada’s ancient lands.”

“Quite. I do not know enough about the Sadicistra, but I do know that they are self sufficient.”

“My brothers are independent warriors, not merely self sufficient vessels to be moved like toys.”

“Sorry for my wording then, Rashkta.”

“Indeed.”

“Quiet, we are here in discussion of the avenue of attack. What is the defensible commission that can be deployed?”

“I have enough ships in my possession to safely cover two kilometres.”

“That should be enough, though to gain a powerful position and have a base of attack. Though, you would need a base to be built. Have the supplies brought with you?”

“On the ship.”

“Very nice.”

“Aslydon, if possible, you should try and build on any captured parts. Use the Sadicistra to your advantage, in your attack. Do not attempt to cause destruction. Try to capture.”

“But some places will need to be destroyed to prevent any form of attack.”

“Have you researched their diseases and mortality rates?”

“I have. All my soldiers have been properly vaccinated by their disease that have any form of vaccination. I am intent on using my own.”

“Try not to kill – paralyse, or stun, or torture, but no kill.”

“An effective beachhead assault on a relatively undefended area with chemical weapons are effective. Use the lower level gasses so they don’t go rampant into the country. We want the civilians and the land intact.”

“Understandable.”

“How about the Vizi-Turrets? Have you brought any?”

“Two Vizi-Turrets, watched over by my Vizi-Terrux brethren on this ship.”

“I am urging caution on that. You know it’s power.”

“Yes, I do as well.”

“You may leave now, Aslydon.”

“I shall.”

Every single monitor was staggering with the words ‘Enkur be with you’ when Aslydon got up, repeated it himself, and walked out, the monitors turning off immediately.


Aslydon went outside, and waited. It would be a few days before Vietnamexico would be in visible sight, but in the meantime, he would have to review the strategies required to take any part of the country. A sizable Sadicistra force would be needed in the southern part to push up, and the eastern coastline must provide a diversion to allow any form of flanking against them. Numbers would not be good, as most likely the Jenrakians will be outnumbered, though the Sadicistra are always in this situation. Only military targets would be victims to the massive cannons of the Vizi-Turrets, and the navy’s bombardment to allow a position to be built by Hsac slaves will be vital.

“I will have to push up, and then west. This will be difficult. Slaughter of no civilians. Perhaps I have to make banners of peace now.” He said, before feeling his stomach gurgling. He needed flesh once again to feast upon, but he was not worried. There were many young officers to prey upon – their soft, supple bodies would prove to be a tasty treat to his hunger.

Off he went, searching for one foolish enough to be eaten, his rotting teeth sensing another festive gorging of human flesh.

President Sanchez's office

President Sanchez was in his office, talking on the telephone with the Secretary of State, who had just informed him about the terms of surrender the allies would enforce on Vietnamexico.

"This is unacceptable!" he said. "We cannot allow an ally of ours to face this humiliation... Counter-proposal?...I'm not sure right now, schedule another confrence in a half an hour in the situation room...Very good, Secretary."

He put the phone down, and slowly sat down onto his couch. He leaned his head back, tired and panting. His dark hair was a mess, and his ruddy brown skin unwashed and wrinkled. From under his moustache he panted sightly, and then took a deep breath. The door opened, and in entered his wife.

"Maria..." the President began, but he was cut off.

"Yes, dear. It's been rough on all of us."

"We have to honor our alliance. It would be un-Bonstocknian of us to refuse an ally, to allow him to be subjugated and humiliated by enemies. And yet the only way not to allow that would mean possible nuclear war."

"Why are we defending Vietnamexico, dear? Is it really because their king's daughter married ex-President Gustavsson? They were the ones used nuclear weapons."

"That is true, but they are our allies nevertheless."

"They were the ones who used nukes first... Perhaps it is best that they not be trusted with them."

"I am sure their enemies feel the same way."

"So, propose to their enemies that Vietnamexico give up WMD for a while, say we'll provide nuclear detterance. And offer in exchange that Vietnamexico's king remain on the throne. But whatever you do, let's not have our nation blown up. We have more responsibility to Bonstock then to Vietnamexico." She put her arm around him, and he smiled.

About an hour later, after a tense meeting of the Bonstocknian National Security Council, a press release was issued.

The Federal Republic of Bonstock is willing to mediate this conflict to a peaceful resolution in a way seen fit to both parties. We ask that all nations state whether or not they would agree to these terms. First of all, Vietnamexico will not be allowed to possess nuclear, chemical, or biological weapons for a period of one-hundred years. Bonstock will provide nuclear deterance for Vietnamexico in that time period. In addition, Vietnamexico will agree not to attack Jomaga, or any other nation for that matter without legitimate cause for national defense. Finally, the nations aligned against Vietnamexico will allow for the Vietnameixcan king to remain on the throne, and will recognize Vietnamexican sovreignty. If these principles can be agreed upon, then we believe there can be peace. Thank you.

President Sanchez's office

President Sanchez was in his office, talking on the telephone with the Secretary of State, who had just informed him about the terms of surrender the allies would enforce on Vietnamexico.

"This is unacceptable!" he said. "We cannot allow an ally of ours to face this humiliation... Counter-proposal?...I'm not sure right now, schedule another confrence in a half an hour in the situation room...Very good, Secretary."

He put the phone down, and slowly sat down onto his couch. He leaned his head back, tired and panting. His dark hair was a mess, and his ruddy brown skin unwashed and wrinkled. From under his moustache he panted sightly, and then took a deep breath. The door opened, and in entered his wife.

"Maria..." the President began, but he was cut off.

"Yes, dear. It's been rough on all of us."

"We have to honor our alliance. It would be un-Bonstocknian of us to refuse an ally, to allow him to be subjugated and humiliated by enemies. And yet the only way not to allow that would mean possible nuclear war."

"Why are we defending Vietnamexico, dear? Is it really because their king's daughter married ex-President Gustavsson? They were the ones used nuclear weapons."

"That is true, but they are our allies nevertheless."

"They were the ones who used nukes first... Perhaps it is best that they not be trusted with them."

"I am sure their enemies feel the same way."

"So, propose to their enemies that Vietnamexico give up WMD for a while, say we'll provide nuclear detterance. And offer in exchange that Vietnamexico's king remain on the throne. But whatever you do, let's not have our nation blown up. We have more responsibility to Bonstock then to Vietnamexico." She put her arm around him, and he smiled.

About an hour later, after a tense meeting of the Bonstocknian National Security Council, a press release was issued.

The Federal Republic of Bonstock is willing to mediate this conflict to a peaceful resolution in a way seen fit to both parties. We ask that all nations state whether or not they would agree to these terms. First of all, Vietnamexico will not be allowed to possess nuclear, chemical, or biological weapons for a period of one-hundred years. Bonstock will provide nuclear deterance for Vietnamexico in that time period. In addition, Vietnamexico will agree not to attack Jomaga, or any other nation for that matter without legitimate cause for national defense. Finally, the nations aligned against Vietnamexico will allow for the Vietnameixcan king to remain on the throne, and will recognize Vietnamexican sovreignty. If these principles can be agreed upon, then we believe there can be peace. Thank you.

President Sanchez's office

President Sanchez was in his office, talking on the telephone with the Secretary of State, who had just informed him about the terms of surrender the allies would enforce on Vietnamexico.

"This is unacceptable!" he said. "We cannot allow an ally of ours to face this humiliation... Counter-proposal?...I'm not sure right now, schedule another confrence in a half an hour in the situation room...Very good, Secretary."

He put the phone down, and slowly sat down onto his couch. He leaned his head back, tired and panting. His dark hair was a mess, and his ruddy brown skin unwashed and wrinkled. From under his moustache he panted sightly, and then took a deep breath. The door opened, and in entered his wife.

"Maria..." the President began, but he was cut off.

"Yes, dear. It's been rough on all of us."

"We have to honor our alliance. It would be un-Bonstocknian of us to refuse an ally, to allow him to be subjugated and humiliated by enemies. And yet the only way not to allow that would mean possible nuclear war."

"Why are we defending Vietnamexico, dear? Is it really because their king's daughter married ex-President Gustavsson? They were the ones used nuclear weapons."

"That is true, but they are our allies nevertheless."

"They were the ones who used nukes first... Perhaps it is best that they not be trusted with them."

"I am sure their enemies feel the same way."

"So, propose to their enemies that Vietnamexico give up WMD for a while, say we'll provide nuclear detterance. And offer in exchange that Vietnamexico's king remain on the throne. But whatever you do, let's not have our nation blown up. We have more responsibility to Bonstock then to Vietnamexico." She put her arm around him, and he smiled.

About an hour later, after a tense meeting of the Bonstocknian National Security Council, a press release was issued.

The Federal Republic of Bonstock is willing to mediate this conflict to a peaceful resolution in a way seen fit to both parties. We ask that all nations state whether or not they would agree to these terms. First of all, Vietnamexico will not be allowed to possess nuclear, chemical, or biological weapons for a period of one-hundred years. Bonstock will provide nuclear deterance for Vietnamexico in that time period. In addition, Vietnamexico will agree not to attack Jomaga, or any other nation for that matter without legitimate cause for national defense. Finally, the nations aligned against Vietnamexico will allow for the Vietnameixcan king to remain on the throne, and will recognize Vietnamexican sovreignty. If these principles can be agreed upon, then we believe there can be peace. Thank you.

[Hyper Encrypted Satellite Laser Transmission
To: Allied Fleets of the Borman Empire, ViZion, Jenrak, Jarridia
From: Armada Admiral Jesus Garcia, Fourth and Fifth Skyian Naval Armadas

We suggest that we combine and formulate a plan of attack on the enemy's mainland, we are currently located about 1200km southeast of Vietnamexico and about 200km southeast of the ViZionarian fleet. We suggest that our fleets meet up with the ViZionarian Fleet to begin attacks on the Vietnamexican Homeland.

We wish to present a possible landing and invasion operation and would like all commanders to be present for the discussion.

[End Transmission]

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1200km Southeast of Vietnamexico

The two massive Silver Skyian Naval Armada slipped through the calm ocean waves. At the center of two identical formations were 3 Hyperion-Class Assualt Dreadnaughts, the SSRS 'Agamemnon', 'Atlantia', and 'Aurora' of the 4th Naval Armada, and the SSRS 'Kingston', 'Knox' and 'Kidd' of the 5th Naval Armada. These 1,047 metre long ships were the largest in the Skyian Arsenal. Their combined fleets were made up of 1,214 combat ships, from the dreadnaughts to frigates, and 810 logistical and amphibious assault ships.

The forced carried over the entirety of the 4th through 7th Army Theater Forces and their equippment. Vietnamexico would fall.

Your nation has nothing to fear, and we are glad to see your nation is willing to accept what we suspect will be massive numbers of refugees fleeing their nation. We are even willing to allow you to send in un-armed peace keepers to extract civilians - particularly woman and children - who have done nothing wrong, but find them selves in this unfortunate situation.

However, be warned that if you dare to send in ARMED troops, or try to stop our allied forces from toppling their wreckless government, it will be viewed as an act of war, and action WILL be taken.

Thank you.

Official Sovereign Declaration

It is with the greatest respect to all nations and combatants in this conflict, that Little Indian peace-keepers are to be sent into Vietnamexico to extract as many women, children and other civilians as possible, so as to preserve the innocence and freedom of those who need not become embroiled in this war.

Little Indian Peace-Keeping forces are un-armed, per your instructions, and will move through Vietnamexico to offer shelter and safety to all Vietnamexican civilians in the Kingdoms of Protea, North Veruna and South Veruna, three of the twelve constituent Kingdoms of the Greater Little India.

My Government requests that my forces are not hindered in any respect, and that no fire is opened upon them - those brave men and women that are to assist in the evacuation of Vietnamexican civilians are not there to become involved in the war.

By the Grace Of God

Ithilanor ER II

Ithilanor, Second of that Name, King of Aladhron, High King of the Little Indians and Holy Emperor of the Twelve Little Indias.

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Encrypted Message to the Silver Sky
From Lord Aslydon,
My fleet is a few days from the Vietnamexican coastline. However, I do not know the exact location of yours or any other fleet. I will need co-ordinates to your location so I may arrive there myself. To prevent any possible casualties by a surprise attack, I will move only a portion of my fleet, and for mere conference purposes. The majority of my navy will stay on the regular course, so do not be discouraged if my arriving force seems minuscule. It is not the entire muscle I have brought.

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IC: SKBC Press Release

"Hello, I am Roger Hathaway, and just moments ago, the King issued a statement concerning the current war that is going on between Vietnamexico and Jomaga et al. These comments were made after the King was told about the nuclear attacks on the missile silo in Julika, which is belived to be the third worst attack on Vietnamexican soil, with one hundred killed in the blast and many others affected by the nuclear fallout. The first was the Rods of God Affair, in which the Corprate States dropped sixty Rods of God, of which three landed after an unknown seaman order a nuclear attack on Jomaga. Just under two million citizens lost their lives in the attack. The second begin the non nuclear attack by ViZion on military installments near Videte. This left a quarter of a million killed, and about 2 million homeless. But anyways, the following speech was issued by the King only minutes ago." The screen of the newsroom cuts away, to a spartan room in Little India, it is clean well kept, and bustling with well dressed men. In front of the camera, a man in a dress shirt, silver and red tie that had been loosed because of stress, looked apprehensivly at the camera.

Regardless of his rattled appearance, the words that he spoke felt strong and his tone was unwavering, "Citizens of Vietnamexico, I talk to you from the opulent palaces of our neighbor, Little India.However, in light of the recent events of terror in Julika, I feel that it is needed that I retake my throne, and that I do not stand on the sidleines, but fight. I ask that you all join me in this last stand for our Kingdom. Glory to freedom! Glory to Vietnamexico!

OOC: I DROPED FREE FALLING ORBITAL NUCLEAR WARHEADS AND YOU STATED 7 OF THEM MADE IT THOUGH. a little hint, READ YOUR OWN FRACKING POSTS AND OTHERS. Also i never claimed the attack, no way you know it was me unless somehow you know the Sets that droped the warheads where mine (unlikely but not impossible).

IC:-

The Massive naval port in Raven Island was alive with activity, Troops from the 1st Corps where bording ship's, Tanks and other weapons were also being loaded.

Marshal Kusanagi looked over the 1st Corps, the most elite unit within the Corproate isles, the only Corp's that was never connected to a Corporate Army. It was to say they were fair the best of the best, only ever sent in to deal with a threat that the Corporations didnt really want to deal with.

"This is our first combat campaign, shame really i was hoping i would retire without anymore blood sheed." Kusanagi said, her purple hair shot and under the black beret.

"Your not the only one Kusanagi, i just hope that the Vietnamexico people give up.....if we end up having to do what we did in the corporate wars....." she driffed off as he spoke, remembering the horrors and tactics they had to use. It still haunted his dreams at night.

"how long will it take us to get there?" Kusanagi asked looking at noriko, both were still in there 30s, both vary good looking but just as deadly as anyone of the men and women in the 1st.

"Well there under the impression that the 1st is going to defend Jomaga and the 2nd is going to invade, the fact is the 2nd is going to defend Jomaga and we're going to Vietnamexico. It will take about 3 days to get there." Noriko replyed.

"when did the 2nd Corps set off?" she asked.

"3 maby 4 days ago, the details are slightly...classifed." Noriko replyed pulling out a smoke.

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105 miles of the northen Coast of Jomaga

the 4th Battlefleet lead escort to the Transport group, the flag ship, CSNF Raven, a Invincible class Battleship, was the command ship of the fleet. Admiral Bashir was in command of the fleet of over 60 ships (OOC: ive not worked out my fleet units yet so the numbers will change...should warn you) it wasnt an easy job but someone had to do it.

"Sir we're coming to the The Silver Sky defence line." an Ensign reported.

"vary well contact the The Silver Sky fleet, inform them we are the Corporate States defence force for the Jomaga nation, that we wish to enter the Jomaga waters." Bashir replyed.

"yes sir"

OOC: sos for the shitty post...writers block plus my mate wants his machine back.

OOC: Forgot to add this to the last post, about how far are your(Vietnamexico and Bonstock) fleets off the coast of Jomaga? Cause my fleet completely surrounds the island about 100 miles out.

OOC: Well I don't have a fleet anymore, I won't be able to post anymore today, I am getting a dog for my girlfriend, and I am driving all around town right now

ooc: for reference, Bonstocknian combat ships turned about as soon as the nukes started flying... no sense yet getting us involved in a nuclear war...

ic:

Port Yuko, Bonstock

"Mr. President," National Security Advisor Frank Lee was saying, "Vietnamexico's enemies have not responed yet to our peace offer. Shall we send in troops?"

"No, Frank," the President responded, dismayed but clearheaded and steadfast. "We will deliver as many small arms and supplies as they want, along with other supplies, but direct involvement is out of the question. Keep our combat ships far away from Vietnamexico."

"Sir, several hardliners in the Senate and Joint Chiefs of Staff have pointed out that Bonstocknian intervention on a large scale could save Vietnamexico from invasion."

"For sure, yes, but at what cost? This is a nuclear war we are dealing with. The Joint Chiefs themselves have stated that if the conflict continues to be nuclear, it could cost millions of Bonstocknian lives, perhaps civilian as well as military. It's just not worth it."

"Even so, sir, this may temporarily cause a drop in your approval rating. Ex-President Harald just gave a speech saying we need to defend Vietnamexico."

"Millions of bodybags will be far worse than that."

Frank nodded in agreement. Bonstock, for now, would not participate in the conflict.

To the Federal Republic of Bonstock,
By Words of Aslydon the Twelfth, Vizi-Terrux of the Aslydon Church,
I have reviewed your offer of peace of the nation, and I have thought it carefully. The reason why I have been sailed with a navy at my heels is that I myself am a peaceful man - I love stability and prosperity, but it is certain that the Vietnamexicans will not see me as a peaceful negotiator. If I am intent on working on my Lord's wishes, I will have to sail with war behind my heels. Make no mistake - I will adhere to a peace, if the Vietnamexicans will adhere to mine. I am merely here to oust the one who has thought of launching the preposterous attack against innocent Jomaga, and the one incompetent enough to let it slip through. That would have to be finished, but yes, I would prefer my objectives be done without bloodshed.

The doors swung open after a meeting with the President, her advisors, and a number of military officials ended.

President Vickson went over to begin a reply to Bonstock, knowing exactly what she wanted to say in reply to their offer.

To: Government of Bonstock
From: President Kelly Vickson
Subject: RE: Peace Offering
President Sanchez, you seem to not understand what we want, and will have done, rather it be peacefully as we hope, or by force if we must. We will have their government dismantled, and will have a temporary government setup to keep the basic law and order in check until a new Vietnamexican government can be setup. The ONLY chance for peace is if this is done. If Vietnamexico refuses to accept a surrender including those terms, the allied forces will forcefully do so, along with the disarment of their military, and the complete removal of any and all weapons of mass destruction. Note, also, that terms will likely be FAR more strict on Vietnamexico's future if they refuse to accept peace.

Once again, the ONLY way peace will even be considered is if their government is completely replaced with a basic temporary government until a new Vietnamexican government can be put into power with more structure, stability, knowledge, and common-sense - something the current one doesn't just lack, but has absolutely none of.

While we appreciate your willingness to help set up peace - we'd far prefer peace over war - what their nation has done thus far as proven that their government has no business running anything, let alone a government. Their aggression towards Jomaga, their refusal to cease their actions, their nuclear strike - rather it was authorized by their government or not - are clear indicators that they must be replaced. They are no longer sovereign, not after their many actions they've taken.

We also do not understand why you stand by a nation that has so clearly violated other nations sovereignty, and why you continue to stand by them when they have proven time and time again they are not a trustful, nor a smart nation. They are slowly dragging you into a conflict that, I am sure, you would rather not be involved in. What will you get out of this? Nothing, except possibly many, many dead citizens of yours if you end up being fully dragged into this conflict by your so-called ally.

You should be working to help replace that government if you were a good ally of theirs, and a smart leader of yours. Your nation is a great one indeed, and has no place in fighting along side an unstable, evil regime that has proven its stupidity. Their people need a new government. The international community would be far better off with a new Vietnamexican government in place. There's no reason why you should stand by that government. Standing by their people - now, that is a horse of a different color.

Thank you, and I hope to hear from you soon.

President Kelly Vickson.

OOC: Well, I found it, anyways, this is the long overdue post about The Silver Sky's nuclear attack on my ships.

"Sir, there are anti-ship missles incoming on this direction, about 3400 have been counted, sir!" yelled the young sailor to Admiral Kenning, "What should we do, sir?"

The admiral pondered for a moment on what to do, and then he looked resolutely at the young sailor, "Order the submarines to dive," he signed and then finished, "and fire anything that you can at those missles, everything we have can go if nessecary, and order every ship full speed ahead, as fast as you can. We are gonna head right at 'em!"

As the allied navel forces were headed to meet in the location of the ViZionarian navy roughly 1,000 KM offshore of Vietnamexico, the naval forces of ViZion waded in the water after steaming ahead at full speed most of the way. It looks like Vietnamexico will get a little more time that expected to accept the offering. And if they don't? Well, then by God, this will be the equivilant of using a sledge hammer to squish an ant. Vietnamexico, of course, being the ant.

As the ViZionarian naval forces waded off shore, awaiting the allied forces to arrive, President Vickson once again ordered a third - and likely final - chance for Vietnamexico to surrender.

Save your people. Surrender now, and there will be no fighting. The terms are simple: Your government, replaced by a temporary allied forces government until a proper, far more stable Vietnamexican government can be formed. Your military, disbanned. Your Weapons of Mass Destruction, handed over to allied forces.

In return, your nations people will be spared what is an unnecessary conflict that you, AND ONLY YOU, can avoid by doing the first right thing we've yet to see you do.

Your government has only proven one thing: it is not worthy or smart enough to run a nation properly. Thus, surrender now. If you do not, it will be war. Your people, unfortunately, will be stuck in the middle of thus unless your allies are able to evacuate your civilians in time - and that, given your population, is unlikely. But we must act against you in order for the greater good. The good for your nations future, the good for the international community.

Surrender now, spare your nation the heartache of what you may would cause if you turn down this surrender. This is your third and final offer directly from us. You have no nation standing by you to fight, and rightly so. They're smart enough to know your government is simply not worth fighting for.

Surrender before it's to late. Surrender now!

Official Imperial Communique:

To: Whom it may concern in the government of The Silver Sky
From: Chancellor Licinius

Borman ships heading to Vietnamexico will rendevouz with allied ships according to yoru suggestion.

End Transmission

OOC: I might be able to get better post in tomorrow. Can't get on Saturday. Gotta run and work.

Live from Port Yuko, this is BSTV News with your host, Dan Jenkins

"Good evening," the grey-haired, wise-looking anchorman said. "As nuclear missiles continued to fly over Vietnamexico today, hardliners in the Senate led by ex-President Harald Gustavsson have been campaigning for direct Bonstocknian intervention in defense of Vietnamexico. President Sanchez, however, reaffirmed his desire not to get directly involved and laid out an attempt to try to reconcile both sides into a peaceful settlement. Our reporter, Sandra Roberts, is reporting from the Presidential Residence. Sandra?"

The image flipped to a young woman holding a microphone in front of the Bonstocknian Presidential Residence. "Thank you, Dan. Tonight, the debate continues among Senate officials, with the Sanchez administration currently standing by a course of non-action on the subject. In a press conference, Press Secretary John Burgundy reported that the Sanchez administration will not bow to Senate pressure, and would continue to pursue a policy of attempted peaceful resolution."

The image flipped to the Press Secretary adressing reporters from behind his podium. "We do not see it fit to deploy Bonstocknian troops in a conflict where the use of nuclear weapons could lead to significant Bonstocknian casualties."

The image flipped back to the reporter. "However, many hardline Senators continue to pressure Sanchez to act in Vietnamexico's defense."

The image flipped to the old President Gustavsson, now a Senator, speaking with his wife, Lanka, at his side. "Bonstock cannot allow its ally to be subjugated, and have its proper government remove. I call on President Sanchez to act in Vietnamexico's defense as soon as we possibly can."

At once the image was back to the reporter. "The President responded to Gustavsson's comments in a press release, saying that his comments were 'dangerous and detrimental' and saying that it was that kind of talk that 'produces nothing but Bonstocknian bodybags in this tumultuous and dangerous world.' Senator Gustavsson has not yet commented on this. Meanwhile, the President hinted at an attempt to peacefully defuse the situation by asking Vietnamexican King Horus to either abdicate or be relegated to a ceremonial role, while a new election brings in an elected parliament that would be more moderate. Back to you Dan."

President Sanchez flipped off the big plasma TV hung at the other end of the conference room. Sitting around him was a constellation of advisors and officials. An orderly walked in. "Mr. President," he said, "transmissions from Jenrak and Imported Vizion."

The President read them over quickly, and passed them around. "We still ought to reach a peaceful resolution on the matter. Any ideas?"

"Clearly," a man in a military officer's uniform said, "What we need to do is send troops to Vietnamexico. We need to ask ourselves, if these guys are really our allies, can we in good concience let them be overthrown by foreign invaders? I say no. We need to deploy at least six million troops to Vietnamexico, to form an army of volunteers to counter the threat of invasion, even if it does mean many will not come back. Acceptable losses, my friend."

"That is simply not acceptable," said an official in a business suit. "Vietnameico and its enemies are using nuclear weapons. Half of our boys sent over there will get killed. While this is the only way to preserve the Vietnamexican government in its current form, I say it just isn't worth it. We must take a course of non-action, even if it does mean leaving our ally stranded."

"There doesn't have to be an either or answer here," said a man in a trenchcoat, hat, and dark sunglasses, stepping out of the shadows. "The invaders have stated that their purpose is to remove the Vietnamexican government. If we did that for them, then our jobs would be a whole lot easier. Let's send a message to King Horus, asking for his abdication or his relegation to a ceremonial role. If he doesn't agree," he said, smiling, "We will terminate him... with extreme prejudice."

President Sanchez looked at the man in the trenchcoat, nodding his head slowly, looking somewhat skeptical but clearly intrigued. "Can this be done?"

"Yes."

"Then let's do what we can. Issue a press release asking for King Horus to abdicate and allow for free elections, and if he doesn't, we'll remove him from power ourselves."

"Yes, sir," the man said, and walked back into the shadows.

He thought for a second. "I have a bad feeling about this," he whispered, in earshot of several advisors.

Presidential Press Release:

It has come to our attention that the current power in Vietnamexico, King Horus, an ally of ours, has proven irresponsible with his use of nuclear weapons. In order to defuse the crisis, with a heavy heart, we must ask for the sake of world peace that he relinquish power, and that in exchange the powers aligned against Vietnamexico would not attack that nation. We recommend taht King Horus either abdicate out right, or be relegated to a ceremonial function, while a new general election supervised by Bonstock and others brings in a more moderate, democratically elected government. We believe if this is done there will be peace. We ask all nations to consider our offer.

Signed,

Roberto Sanchez, President of the Federal Republic of Bonstock

Retaliation from the Senate was, of course, swift and brutal. Former President Gustavsson, spoke again with his wife, Lanka, herself a member of the Vietnamexican royal family. "President Sanchez is making a fool and a traitor out of Bonstock," he said in a speech. It might only be the start.

As President Vickson read over the Press Release by Bonstock's government, she smiled. Good. Maybe we CAN have some peace instead of war.

She turned to her advisors standing around the large table, having just been called into Meeting Room Six in the Capital Building. "Now that Bonstock has asked King Horus of Vietnamexico to step down, and have a more democratically-elected leadership be put into power, we are now heading in the right direction. This is a HUGE step, HUGE. Get Mr. Sanchez on the phone with me." she said, then heading over to the N4 Confrence Room, preparing to speak directly with President Sanchez for her first time ever.

The call was placed to President Sanchez of Bonstock... *RRRRRING...*

As the allied navel forces were headed to meet in the location of the ViZionarian navy roughly 1,000 KM offshore of Vietnamexico, the naval forces of ViZion waded in the water after steaming ahead at full speed most of the way. It looks like Vietnamexico will get a little more time that expected to accept the offering. And if they don't? Well, then by God, this will be the equivilant of using a sledge hammer to squish an ant. Vietnamexico, of course, being the ant.

As the ViZionarian naval forces waded off shore, awaiting the allied forces to arrive, President Vickson once again ordered a third - and likely final - chance for Vietnamexico to surrender.

Save your people. Surrender now, and there will be no fighting. The terms are simple: Your government, replaced by a temporary allied forces government until a proper, far more stable Vietnamexican government can be formed. Your military, disbanned. Your Weapons of Mass Destruction, handed over to allied forces.

In return, your nations people will be spared what is an unnecessary conflict that you, AND ONLY YOU, can avoid by doing the first right thing we've yet to see you do.

Your government has only proven one thing: it is not worthy or smart enough to run a nation properly. Thus, surrender now. If you do not, it will be war. Your people, unfortunately, will be stuck in the middle of thus unless your allies are able to evacuate your civilians in time - and that, given your population, is unlikely. But we must act against you in order for the greater good. The good for your nations future, the good for the international community.

Surrender now, spare your nation the heartache of what you may would cause if you turn down this surrender. This is your third and final offer directly from us. You have no nation standing by you to fight, and rightly so. They're smart enough to know your government is simply not worth fighting for.

Surrender before it's to late. Surrender now!


The small video camera clicked on, and a man in an olive drab military uniform, with a look of sadness on his face stood in front of it. He looked sick, and ready to take a rest. He began to speak.

"Nations of the World, I, Horus Hornando, have decided that my people have had enough. It is time to end this conflict, and for the deaths of millions upon millions of Vietnamexican citizens to end. Therefore, I ask you to accept this surrender, as I am willing to offer my life, and liberty, to the rectification of these wrongs. Thus, I as you, to take my land, and take my throne, and take me as your prisoner. Please accept this surrender."
-screen goes black-
OOC: I would hardly say it is over, just entering a new stage. ;)

The small video camera clicked on, and a man in an olive drab military uniform, with a look of sadness on his face stood in front of it. He looked sick, and ready to take a rest. He began to speak.

"Nations of the World, I, Horus Hornando, have decided that my people have had enough. It is time to end this conflict, and for the deaths of millions upon millions of Vietnamexican citizens to end. Therefore, I ask you to accept this surrender, as I am willing to offer my life, and liberty, to the rectification of these wrongs. Thus, I as you, to take my land, and take my throne, and take me as your prisoner. Please accept this surrender."
-screen goes black-
OOC: I would hardly say it is over, just entering a new stage. ;)

As President Vickson read over the Press Release by Bonstock's government, she smiled. Good. Maybe we CAN have some peace instead of war.

She turned to her advisors standing around the large table, having just been called into Meeting Room Six in the Capital Building. "Now that Bonstock has asked King Horus of Vietnamexico to step down, and have a more democratically-elected leadership be put into power, we are now heading in the right direction. This is a HUGE step, HUGE. Get Mr. Sanchez on the phone with me." she said, then heading over to the N4 Conference Room, preparing to speak directly with President Sanchez for her first time ever.

The call was placed to President Sanchez of Bonstock... *RRRRRING...*
"KELLY!! KELLY!!" screamed one Jackie Tram, Kelly Vickson's closest advisor, as she burst into the conference room.

"They've accepted the surrender!! Come now, hurry!!" she yelled, ecstatically. Without even thinking, Kelly ran out of the room with Jackie, not even ending the call, as it continued to ring. One of her advisers hung up the phone after another two rings.

As they ran into the Viewing Room, filled with over a hundred people who were cheering. The video continued to play and replay. As the people saw Kelly entering the room, they all surrounded her, cheering, pushing her to the front of the room so she could watch the video.

As she got to the front of the room, the people began to hush. She watched it once. Twice. Three times. She was shocked. "Third times a charm..." she murmured, then bursting into celebration.

After a moment, she composed her self. "Get the allies on the phone now! Notify them of this breaking news! And I need to make a media statement!"

Nearly half an hour later, the Media Room was filled with over four hundred news crews from across ViZion and the world. As Kelly entered the room onto the stage, the room quickly became silent.

As she took her position at the massive black-finished oak podium baring the ViZionarian crest on the front and two small ViZionarian flags on each of the front corners, she wore a large smile, as large as had been seem from her in a good few months. Her eyes shone bright.

"People of the world! We can rejoice! Vietnamexico's King Horus has officially accepted the surrender offer after a third try! Today is a marvelous day indeed! There will be no fight! No unnecessary deaths! He has done one honorable thing - and that is to accept the surrender, saving him country from being devastated!

We, the allied forces, will begin moving in immediately to begin the process of setting up a temporary government, disarming their military, and extracting their weapons of mass destruction.

Tonight is a night to celebrate! They have surrendered!" she yelled, followed by the drone of cheering and clapping. She then began to shed some tears of happiness as she exited the stage.

As the ViZionarian forces outside of Vietnamexico's waters were notified of this, they began to prepare to land, although being warned to expect a surprise attack. They still have Vietnamexican government and military locations in their crosshairs, as well as the coastline and some of their major cities.

Aslydon sat down in the soft leather chair, his eyes tracing about for any oddities or signs of possible deception against them. His face was glancing with a covert stare, his expression one of intense grim and intense extremity. His fingers laid softly upon his chest, his mouth rotting and stinking of dried blood, his chin soaked in a red stain, still dripping slowly onto the carpet, the red blood staining it delicately. “Hmm.” He pondered out loud, looking still, as it turned off and he watched the black screen carefully.

“There is no more King to do anything.” Aslydon spoke to himself, pressing a small red button on the remote-shaped object nearby on the glass table, the sound deafening like a long, whirring pitch. Immediately, an officer ran into the room, small and cramped, but still the massive man sat comfortably in the empty space.

Turning around on the chair imperiously, Aslydon smiled, showing his grim teeth – the officer grimaced. He was a tall, thin boy, young and handsome, with staunch black hair cut straight showing though only a slight outbreak of acne on his forehead, his cap high over his head in a slight tilt, no badges on his chest, yet he still bore his uniform proudly.

“You called, Lord Aslydon?” He asked, showing no fear in the presence of the dangerous cannibal.

“Prepare the Hsacians. We are going onto the coastline.” He commanded. Vietnamexico had surrendered, and he was ready to begin his objective – expand the Jenrakian culture.

To All Fleets,
I am preparing a large fleet movement onto the coastline of Vietnamexico, though only a few are armed. This is merely to keep the peace as I will assist Vietnamexico in their economy. If such nations approve, I will begin the construction of two large, expansive cities, both of them being open to the Vietnamexican citizen. They will be built, however, in Jenrakian architectural style and manner, with Jenrakian Lords governing these two cities. If this proposition is alright with everybody hearing this, then I will go forward with this plan. This could benefit Vietnamexico’s economy greatly, as well as allow further Jenrakian assistance in any Vietnamexican civil strife or problems. Consider them as two large forced embassies, to say the least.

Do I have your permission?

Signed, Aslydon.

Behind closed doors, President Vickson and her top military advisors met, talking about how to deal with the post-surrender Vietnamexico.

"Kelly... we must be careful. We need to be prepared for ANYTHING. They could be trying to trick us into letting our guard down, then attacking us with their weapons of mass destruction and everything else they can once we get close." Jack said, a five-star General in his late 70's who had been in the military and off fighting since the age of 19.

"Jack, you know I know that. Which is why I want 500 nuclear ICBMs, 1500 chemical ICBMs, and 1500 biological ICBMs aimed directly at every target housing more than 500 people or that can do more damage to us that a small bee hive." Kelly said.

"You sure? What else?" he replied.

"Actually, no Jack, I'm not sure. I want you to double those numbers. And put twice that amount aiming at Bonstock. They could be in on this. Mobilize 80% of the military to go on full alert, and prepare for an invasion of either or both of those countries, depending on if either or both are trying to trick us. Notify all naval and air forces within 2,000 KM of their country that they are ORDERED to strike using nuclear, biological, and chemical weapons, as well as all other weapons they have, against those nations should they attack us." Kelly ordered with a demanding voice.

Jack was quite suprised. He had never seen this side of her before. "Yes, ma'am! It will be done. We will prepare to strike at either country with both weapons of mass destruction and non-weapons of mass destruction should they try to attack us. Confirm." Jack said.

"Orders confirmed. Now go, Jack, do this immediately!" she said.

He jumped up, and rushed out of the Situation Room, putting in the orders.

To All Fleets,
I am preparing a large fleet movement onto the coastline of Vietnamexico, though only a few are armed. This is merely to keep the peace as I will assist Vietnamexico in their economy. If such nations approve, I will begin the construction of two large, expansive cities, both of them being open to the Vietnamexican citizen. They will be built, however, in Jenrakian architectural style and manner, with Jenrakian Lords governing these two cities. If this proposition is alright with everybody hearing this, then I will go forward with this plan. This could benefit Vietnamexico’s economy greatly, as well as allow further Jenrakian assistance in any Vietnamexican civil strife or problems. Consider them as two large forced embassies, to say the least.

Do I have your permission?

Signed, Aslydon.
President Vickson sent off a reply after having thought about it.

We welcome you to do this, however we ask that this is done once the new government is put into power, as at that point, things should be secure. Things are still quite unstable, and everything is unknown as far as if they are trying to trick us, or what kind of numbers will be loyal to their old government. We also suggest you be ready for anything should they strike at us once we arrive.

President Vickson

The Silver Sky

All across the country billions of citizens went wild as the anoucement that Vietnamexico's Government had surrendered. Everyone poured into the streets and celebrated, plans were already going to to declare this day 'Victory of Vietnamexico Day' or VV Day. Military forces were preparing a parade in the streets of the capital, 'Silver City' while the navy was preparing a naval parade outside Comberth Harbor.

However, what would not be seen by the enemy was the strategic situation, it did not change much in the way of peace. SSBN forces were moved away from the country and closer to Vietnamexico to allow less time to SDI forces in the event of another strike. Any land and air forces not participating in the parade were mobilized for potential 'peace keeping operations'.

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Open Tranmission to Vietnamexican Government

Your surrender has been excepted. We will discuss terms with the other allied forces once we arrive in your capital. However, remember, any acts of agressions by guerilla's, or military forces will be met with equal force. Be sure your military will follow your surrender, or you will have your country in war again. Peace keeping forces will land soon

President Kara Maddox
The Armed Capitalist Republic of The Silver Sky

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Heavily Encrypted Satellite Transmission
To: Allied Fleet Commanders: Lord Aslydon of Jenrak, Chancellor Licinius of the Borman Empire, ViZion
From: Armada Admiral Jesus Garcia, Fourth and Fifth Skyian Naval Armadas

It seems as if our enemy has capulated without a fight. Congratulations are in order for everyone. I suggest we center our naval forces in the Bay of Yukania and land near and in the city of Porton and march into the capital to meet our adversary face to face to discuss surrender terms. Co-ordinates are included in this transmission if you would like to link up.

Congrats on a job well done. And to the Jenrak Fleet, it's up to the other allies, we have no problems.

End Transmission

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Transmission to CorpSac Fleet

Welcome to Jomaga my friends!

End Transmission

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The Silver Skyian Fourth and Fifth Naval Armada's, 500km of Vietnamexico shores, Bay of Yukania

The 1,600 ship fleet plowed through the relatively calm waters just off the Bay of Yukania. Assualt ships and landing craft were preparing to get the Skyian Marines and Army Forces onto shore. The landing would procced like any, but hopefully without firing.

Their objective was to blaze a path into the Capital, they were assigned to take the area just west of Porton and east of Colotown all the way to the capital. SeaZees, marine engineers were ordered to construct a huge Air, Army, and Naval base between Porton and Colotown to support further operations. At least three other bases were in planning stages.

Just over 2 million combat troops were carried by the fleet's transports. The 3rd Naval Armada, was ordered to take off another 1 million troops from Jomaga while the 6th Naval Fleet was ordered to take it's place in Jomagan waters.

This was one large occupation force.

President Vickson sent off a reply after having thought about it.

We welcome you to do this, however we ask that this is done once the new government is put into power, as at that point, things should be secure. Things are still quite unstable, and everything is unknown as far as if they are trying to trick us, or what kind of numbers will be loyal to their old government. We also suggest you be ready for anything should they strike at us once we arrive.

President Vickson

To President Vickson,
No worries. I have prepared myself against possible...unpleasentries.
Signed, Aslydon.

Colotown, Hornando Throne, Vietnamexico

SIC: Seven men stood on the pier, four of them bearing Kolechnocv rifles, the other three under the peir, working on some sort of large boxs of wires and dynamite sticks.

One of them, with a face full of soot, dirt and death, said in a strong Julik accent, "Grodo, are you sure that this is going to work. I mean, you have done this before haven't you, you were a Nubanta militiaman right, back when you fought for the Darians."

The one called Grodo replied, in deeply twanged Dienstadi, "I used to do this all the time when I was blowing the shit out of Muurites, trust me, it will work," He bonded two wires together with C4 and looked over to the other two under the pier, "Ok, lets get out of here, we will hide out in the apartment until the time comes to use it, then those ViZionarian bastards won't know what hit them.

Murria, Muur, Vietnamexico

Crash! The young Darian boy, named Vishna threw the molotov cocktail through the one story house window, only to hear the screams of the Muurite women inside. As he walked away from the house, firing his pistol-that was given to him by his uncle-in the air, he saw as other Darians-some wearing the gray collared shirts of the Nubanta Miltia, now splattered with red, drag Muurites from their homes, and help them to meet their end, by machete. Vishna's uncle had told him of the good news that the invasion would bring to the Darian people. It would allow them to seek their liberty, and finally enact, what his uncle called "The Great Purification". When he had said it, he did not know what it meant, but now that he saw what was happening this day, he understood what he meant.

Border between Little India and Vietnamexico

Ten men, mounted on horses, rode fast through the flat savannah that was the border between Little India and Vietnamexico. They were laiden with many things in thier packs, things both for the suvival of their journey, and things to help them blend in once they reached their final destination, via airplane. Jenrak.

President Sanchez was preparing for the worst. Political pressure was mounting. If only there was a way the crisis would end.

The telephone rang, and he picked it up.

"This is Sanchez... What?... Yes!..." He became ecstatic. "Thank you! A cause for celebration! Goodbye, thank god." He put the phone down, and breathed a deep sigh of relief.

Then the BSS called in. "Yes," the President responded, "Holy crap, at us?... I want twenty B-2s in the air, fully loaded, just in case, and keep nuclear forces on DEFCON-2, pending orders to go to DEFCON-1. Make sure that IV doesn't try anything."

But hopefully, that would come to pass.

ooc: Aite... bedtime, study for French final, do math hw... nite

"Surrender? Yessir. Of course sir, we shall be treating it as if we're still at war. Understood sir."

Admiral Raedarius hung up the phone and saw some of his men looking at him.

"That was Licnius. Vietnamexico surrendered, and we're been ordered to continue with out plan of beach landing, peace or war."

"Can we move in sir?"

"Go ahead."
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The 5th battle fleet began to move towards the Vietnamexican shoreline at full speed, not wanting to allow them any time to set up traps.

The ships sliced through the bay of Yukania, preparing to land on the beach southwest of Porton.

Beneath, in ships hulls, a floor of APG-14 transports were loaded and prepared to launch. Launch all transports and soldiers at once would be suicide, so less than a quarter of the military force was prepared, but still more than typically necessary.
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Official Encrypted Naval Transmission:
To: Armada Admiral Jesus Garcia
From: Admiral Raedarius

We would be willing to meet you and follow your plan, however our orders remain the same. We do not trust the Vietnamexican government, no one who nukes nations before being invaded surrenders that fast. We shall continue with previous plans for a beach landing southwest of Porton. Our ships will be in the bay of Yukania to provide naval assistance if necessary. Our soldiers can rendevouz after securing a beach head.

End Transmission
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Admiral Raedarius slid his right hand through his thinning graying hair before replacing it on the ships rail. His gaze was locked out to see, on the nooks and crannies of the Vietnamexican coastline.
"Things can look so peaceful, and hold dangerous monsters inside.
He began to comb the coastline, looking for anything out of the ordinary; but to no avail.

A petty officer ran up alongside him and threw up a salute.
"Yes son?"

"Landing craft is ready. We can move out when we get close enough."

"Excellent."

"I cannot belive that our own ally abandoned us." said the small balding Vietnamexican man, with a large cigar in his mouth, "The marriage of Harald Gustavvson and Lanka, Duchcess of Yukania was thought to be the establishment of a lasting alliance, not a fair weather friendship! Now we will never rid ourselves of the invaders in our homeland, and we will forever be banished to this land of Bonstock. Wouldn't you agree Tamu?"

The tall slender Tamu, who had been sipping a vintaged jagermiester, set it down. He cleared his throat of all obstructions before he spoke, "My red-faced friend, why do you always speak like a intellectual, yet never act upon your feelings. With the surrender of the Hornandos, the Vietnamexican hopes of conventional victory are lost. We need to look into the other methods of victory. Take for example, the assymetrical warfare used by Lehi against the Britons in Palestine. Before the acsent of Begin, they were weak, for they tried to wage a conventional war against the British, but their leader, the before mentioned Begin, did not have the assets of weapons or manpower to wage traditional war, or even attritional war. Therefore, the decided it was best to go into a different type of warfare, a warfare that was never fully explained until the publishing of the Mini-Manual by Carlos Marighela. That warfare was terrorism, the unlawful use of - or threatened use of - force or violence against individuals or property to coerce or intimidate governments or societies, often to achieve political, religious, or ideological objectives. That is why I have joined a group. A secret society of friends of the Vietnamexican cause for liberation. We are known soley as the Bonstock-Vietnamexican Alliance. The last remaining part of it. Would you join us? With your new pharmacutical job, you are just the man we need."

"I will join just if you tell me what we are going to do" Replied you shorter man.

"Lean in close, and I will tell you."

OOC: The definition of terrorism is from the US defence department. And yes, I already oked this with Bonstock.

The waves smacked against the hulls of the small APG-14 transports as they sped forwards towards the shore. A flood of them, almost 200 were flying in at full speed.

Master sergeant Paulie stood looking out at the looming land. Spray shot up into his face, yet he still stood motionless.
There’s something in the air. It just feels like…like…the Shooban rebellion; except that had about six people and failed miserably.

“Brace!”

Paulie slid his hand around a steel support bar built into the side, then tensed his legs up for the impact. The gunners and technicians all buckled in and held onto their own individual support.

Bam! The first line of transports slid across the water and collided with the coast. The fronts opened and RM-30EP-D tanks rolled out, covered by Borman dinosaurs. Around Paulie’s transport others began to slam into the ground as soldiers flooded out and began to ensure that the nearby area was free of civilians or hostiles.

(OOC)

To all RPers:

I have not had time to post recently and I am furious with the fact that certain users, Borman Empire and Jarrida in particular have taken actions against me without informing me and waiting for me to respond.

I have been busy with work and only just got back home from a trip in Hong Kong, I was actually going to back out and leave the Jomaga incident as when I last saw it it was turing into a dogpile against the invaders/enemies of Jomaga.

I am leaving any thread and IC event to do with Jomaga and will post an official IC ceasefire in a day or to.

I'm going to ignore ANY incoming invasion fleets or missiles heading to my nation.

(OOC)

To all RPers:

I have not had time to post recently and I am furious with the fact that certain users, Borman Empire and Jarrida in particular have taken actions against me without informing me and waiting for me to respond.

I have been busy with work and only just got back home from a trip in Hong Kong, I was actually going to back out and leave the Jomaga incident as when I last saw it it was turing into a dogpile against the invaders/enemies of Jomaga.

I am leaving any thread and IC event to do with Jomaga and will post an official IC ceasefire in a day or to.

I'm going to ignore ANY incoming invasion fleets or missiles heading to my nation. OOC: Well it was bound to dogpile either way. Still, I do agree that it wasn't in everyones best interests that they attacked you without waiting for a reply.

OOC: Well it was bound to dogpile either way. Still, I do agree that it wasn't in everyones best interests that they attacked you without waiting for a reply.

OOC: Well, not everybody attacked him.

OOC: i gave my warning befor he did anything to Jomaga, i never expected half of the world to jump on him..hence the me not posting that offten.

(OOC)

To all RPers:

I have not had time to post recently and I am furious with the fact that certain users, Borman Empire and Jarrida in particular have taken actions against me without informing me and waiting for me to respond.

I have been busy with work and only just got back home from a trip in Hong Kong, I was actually going to back out and leave the Jomaga incident as when I last saw it it was turing into a dogpile against the invaders/enemies of Jomaga.

I am leaving any thread and IC event to do with Jomaga and will post an official IC ceasefire in a day or to.

I'm going to ignore ANY incoming invasion fleets or missiles heading to my nation.
OOC: to my knowledge, they haven't taken any recent actions against your nation after not replying to their inital strikes/whatever against you. We actually just figured you'd been scared away anyway. lol But, ya, relax, take a deep breath... if you don't reply, their actions never actually happen, so no reason to get all heated about it.

OOC: i gave my warning befor he did anything to Jomaga, i never expected half of the world to jump on him..hence the me not posting that offten.
OOC: Like Jenrak said, only a couple people did more than warn/threaten Kravania... everyone, however, attacked who appears to be everyones new best enemy - Viet - once he continued his aggression.

OOC: Like Jenrak said, only a couple people did more than warn/threaten Kravania... everyone, however, attacked who appears to be everyones new best enemy - Viet - once he continued his aggression.

OOC: Well Kravania mobilised a fleet but by no means launched any form of attack. Vietnamexico actually did something, which is why I participated. I'm not sure if Kravania attacked, but I believed so.

OOC: Well Kravania mobilised a fleet but by no means launched any form of attack. Vietnamexico actually did something, which is why I participated. I'm not sure if Kravania attacked, but I believed so.

OOC: Did you do anything? I don't think you did.

The waves smacked against the hulls of the small APG-14 transports as they sped forwards towards the shore. A flood of them, almost 200 were flying in at full speed.

Master sergeant Paulie stood looking out at the looming land. Spray shot up into his face, yet he still stood motionless.
There’s something in the air. It just feels like…like…the Shooban rebellion; except that had about six people and failed miserably.

“Brace!”

Paulie slid his hand around a steel support bar built into the side, then tensed his legs up for the impact. The gunners and technicians all buckled in and held onto their own individual support.

Bam! The first line of transports slid across the water and collided with the coast. The fronts opened and RM-30EP-D tanks rolled out, covered by Borman dinosaurs. Around Paulie’s transport others began to slam into the ground as soldiers flooded out and began to ensure that the nearby area was free of civilians or hostiles.

Billob looked through the brush. Along the beach, thousands of soldiers walked around, as even more of them floated onto the beach. There was no way that the newly created National Brigaders could hold its own against the massive professional army that was on that beach. Billob ran as fast as he could, toward the National Army camp only one mile away. He reached the camp, and ran into the camp center. There was the Brigader's leaders eating a small egg, and a slice of toast.

"The armies are here, they are on the beach, there are thousands, if not millions." gasped the out of breath fourteen year old.

"Are you sure about this?"

"I saw it with my own eyes. They will be here soon."

The General blew his whistle, in an attempt to get the attention of the men,
"We have gotta get out of here boys. The invaders are coming in our direction. Listen, pack up as much as you can in one minute, and then we will set fire to the camp. Get moving!" Barked the former Zielefrente general. The flames that emitted from the burning camp were gigantic, large enough for the flames to start licking the tops of the dry trees and brush. Just as the a General had planned.

4th and 5th Naval Armadas, 30km off shore, West and South of Colotown

The two huge fleet had finally arrived at Vietnamexico. At the last minute the fleet's destination had been changed to avoid the possibility of Skyian Army Forces being bottled up between the two rivers if bridges were taken out. They had been rerouted further southwest.

The people of Colotown must have been surprised to see a massive fleet sitting within sight range when the sun rose, it must have been an awe inspiring site indeed. The twin Naval Armadas included 6 'Hyperion'-Class Assualt Dreadnaughts and 32 'Ravager'-Class Heavy Dreadnaughts along with nearly 1,800 other ships.

Just before noon hundreds of transports left the center of the armada and plowed through the seas towards shore. They were carrying the 7th and 8th Field Army's, the entirety of the 4th Theater Force, which were to be the initial occupation force. The 31st Army Corp of the 7th Field Army left the beaches as fast as possible, their objective was to surround Colotown to the west and north while the 32nd Army Corp began to land just east of Colotown, this was done to hopefully keep the city isolated from the rest of the mainland to keep potential rebels from occupying the city. Also forces were ordered to secure as many brigdes as possible over the river, but only if they were outside of the city.

However, the order was to surround the city, not occupy it, the forces stayed a few km from the outer edges of the city.

The 33rd, 34th, and 35th Army Corps were ordered to make a bee-line to the capital city and to capture as many brigdes as possible on the river on the way their. The 8th Field Army (36th-40th Army Corps) were to just expand the beachhead that had been secure, mainly to the west.

The occupation had begun in earnest.

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[Heavily Encrypted Satellite Transmission]
To: Admiral Raedarius
From: Armada Admiral Jesus Garcia

We also do not trust the Vietnamexican Government of the sincerity of their 'surrender'. Our landing orders have been changed to just west of Colotown instead of east to avoid being trapped if brigdes across the river were taken out. However, we have landed the 2nd Army Corp east of the city, if you would like to link up just a ways inland we are ready to do so.

We hope only the best for your forces.

[End Transmission]

OOC: Are you landing on my peirs, or not

OOC: Nope, outside the city. Although my commanders know you 'surrendered' they don't know if all of your troops are gonna follow that.

(OOC)

To all RPers:

I have not had time to post recently and I am furious with the fact that certain users, Borman Empire and Jarrida in particular have taken actions against me without informing me and waiting for me to respond.

I have been busy with work and only just got back home from a trip in Hong Kong, I was actually going to back out and leave the Jomaga incident as when I last saw it it was turing into a dogpile against the invaders/enemies of Jomaga.

I am leaving any thread and IC event to do with Jomaga and will post an official IC ceasefire in a day or to.

I'm going to ignore ANY incoming invasion fleets or missiles heading to my nation.

OOC:

Too bad I did nothing more than state that a fleet was going to be sent to Kravania. Oh no! It's the end of the world.

Read before you reply.

My font is bigger than yours.

[Heavily Encrypted Satellite Transmission]
To: Admiral Raedarius
From: Armada Admiral Jesus Garcia

We also do not trust the Vietnamexican Government of the sincerity of their 'surrender'. Our landing orders have been changed to just west of Colotown instead of east to avoid being trapped if brigdes across the river were taken out. However, we have landed the 2nd Army Corp east of the city, if you would like to link up just a ways inland we are ready to do so.

We hope only the best for your forces.

[End Transmission]

Official Encrypted Naval Transmission:
To:Armada Admiral Jesus Garcia
From: Admiral Raedarius

We believe there is a large rebel camp near us. Almost as soon as we landed flames started gushing out of an area 1-2 miles away. Logistical ships are battling the fires as I'm sending out soldiers to try and locate enemies. If need be, we will take no prisoners.

End Transmission

OOC: Cousin's over, I'm gonna watch SawII. Should make post battling fires soon.

OOC:

Too bad I did nothing more than state that a fleet was going to be sent to Kravania. Oh no! It's the end of the world.

Read before you reply.

My font is bigger than yours.

Very funny

[OOC: Vietnamexico, telegram.]

Soldiers were forming up into designated groups as their transports pulled off back to the ships. As they were checking equipment suddenly a smell assailed their nose. Realizing it as fire they turned towards the sea, expecting a ship to be going up in flames, yet none was. All they saw were marines and sailors looking off towards some forest a little south. Following their gaze they looked to see flames licking upwards as trees started to fall in from the devastating heat.

Admiral Raedarius ran up the capital ship scanning the coastline, and then he saw the flames.

“Send up logistical ships, make sure they have cover. I want them pumping the sea on that fire. A little luck it’ll be out in an hour or two.”

Back on shore groups of soldiers were flying off into the jungle, RM-30EP-D tanks leading the charge. The fire was fresh, and whoever started it couldn’t be far off.

OOC: Sorry for my mediocre post. Can't think.
On the shorelines of South-Eastern Vietnamexico, two massive camps were erected, large monuments and enormous castles churned up into the ground, placed upon large pedestals already built in pieces, latched together as taskmasters in silver armour and rifles looked about, their eyes emotionless as they cruelly watched the busied, and drone like Hsac slaves work about, talking and scattering about. In the distance, past the phase of the coastline, was erected a giant artificial island of stone, a castle standing atop its end like a giant crown. The first city was finished.

OOC: Consider this a bump, post to come soon

Encrypted Message to the Jomagian Alliance

Hello. I am Troy Winfrey, leader of the People's Army. It is time that the yoke of monarchy and the bourgios is thrown off of the Vietnamexican proletariat. I currently have an army that is only able to use guerilla tactics against the powerful Royal Gaurd, Zielfrente, and other, pro-bourgois militiaslike the National Brigade, Nubanta, The Calling, and H Company. Please help us, we are a small force, numbering only one thousand men, without enough guns to supply each militiaman. We are centered in Ciudade de Geralde, a area without much resistence, other than a small garrison of Royal Gaurdsmen. Please help us.

Sincerly,

Comrade Winfrey

bump, this hsen't died has it?

OOC: No, just that people, like me, are really busy at the moment.

OOC: I almost went on the Internation Student Leadership Conference. But then I lost application.

OOC: I almost went on the Internation Student Leadership Conference. But then I lost application.

Yeah, I wasn't gonna go, but then they said they would give me a scolarship, so I decided I would go

OOC: Listen, don't scream godmode, I have already went over this with Jenrak, and he approved of everything.

Siarduhn Rex stepped up to his podium, preparing to make a speech to a large gathering of Jenrakians, thanking the citizens of Rephalim for all their efforts in the Yearly Invasion Number Two, and remind them that it was not over. That much more work needed to be done before the troops could pull out.

Meanwhile, Willio Foara was under the stage, playing around with the wires on the microphone. No one thought that this was odd, for Willio had been working for them for months, fixing the audio and lights for Jenrakian officials in metro Rephalim. This time was different, he thought, as he pulled the wires out of the audio box,, this was his last job, and then it would be complete, he was here to make his father and mother proud, his father who had fought against the Darians in defense of Vietnamexico, and his mother who had lost a spouse to that war. His mother had always called him a Nancy boy, and told him he would amount to nothing. It was time to change all that, as he clicked the recorded message into the audio box, which would send the message to the five speakers on the stage.

“Citizens of the demonic country of Jenrak, the time has come when you recognize the evil you have done. The invasion of Vietnamexico was an abomination by your homeland, an abomination that you can change by taking to the streets and declaring that you cannot allow it to continue,” Athan look around the area, looking for who may be causing this, suddenly, he saw two feet sticking out of the curtain covering the underside of the stage, two feet, with sandals covering them. Their owner was the one who would save Athan and his family from the imminent starvation. Athan ran over to the stage and the two feet from under the stage, and pulled out his nightstick, beating the man into submission, but the message continued to play.

Defiantly, the young man looked Athan in the face and said to him, “You will never be able to stop the message of our people, and laughed, as the last wills for life were beaten out of him.

Yuri looked out the window of the hideout as Willio was beaten to death by the crazed Jenrakian security guard. He knew it was time for his part of the mission. From in the footlocker under the window, he pulled out a wooden box with a single switch on it. He flipped the red switch, and under it was a blue button, he pressed it, and down below, a blast resonated, as bodies flew into the air. The attack was a success.

Body Count:

Sixteen Dead
Fifty-three Wounded

“Kill the President, that is outrageous, how could we as Bonstockians live with ourselves after an attack such as this, it is simply preposterous!” burst a small, muscular man in a bright blue check. He, along with ten others were sitting around a collapable card table in a room with a concrete floor and no paneling on the walls. They each had a cup of coffee in front of them, as well as coaster to place it on, “The public outcry would hurt our current explosion in recruitment, overall it would kill the Alliance. It simply cannot be done.”

Tamu looked at the man, and sighed, “It is not an option, simply starting a bomb in a market is not enough, we need to attack the one that created this mess, it may be the only blood that must be spilt for the cause. It is simply a nessecity.”

A middle-aged man with well-groomed red hair challenged Tamu, “But sir, how will we get into his office without anyone noticing, it is surely heavily guarded. We can’t just waltz in there and—”

“Our…traditional minds are unable to think of a solution to this, that is why we must use unusual means to do this. We will send to him, a companion…of sorts, and she will, aid him in his work for a while, then when he is least expecting it, she will end his pleasure, with a silenced nine millimeter in the head. Do you understand?” The room nodded. “Then I will be on my way, and get this operation to begin.” Tamu walked out of the underground complex, and loosed his tie along the way. He pulled out his small Sony Ericsson flip phone and began to roll through his contacts list. He soon came to the name he was searching for, Annia Virra, a woman that Tamu had met when he first came to Bonstock when he was butler for Duchess Lanka, a time when Vietnamexican-Bonstockian affairs were at its best. She and Tamu had fallen in love, however, it was not to last, she had been to young for Tamu, and her youthful appetites were too much for the now fifty-three year old Tamu. The phone rang, as a young voice answered.

“Tamu, what did you call about, is it about the mission…or something else?” Annia asked him hopefully.

“The mission, it is time.”

“Yes, I understand.

From nearby in the temple of Irakhun, the large, lumbering Temsplace saw the explosion, the blossoming of fiery red and yellow in a smothering thicket of orange flame, as they began to show signs of worry, but their hearts and their minds were strong and unbreakable in their thoughts. Irakhun was a massive temple, like all Jenrakian structures of religion, enormous and lavishly decorated, a place of utopia for the populace away from the dangerous, corporatist side that Jenrak frequently portrayed itself as. As the holy warriors in their large, bluish armour and their gripping, powerful fists moved towards the front of the central stage, they found that bodies were strewn and laid about, arms missing, children crying, women and men running about in painstaking fright and terror, a blast of a car jettisoning fire in the air causing pandemonium. “Where are the Swords?” The Temsplace asked, as his fellow Temsplace merely shrugged his massive shoulders of muscle and fury. Looking coolly, he only sat down and watched the scene unfold.

From high above the area of dangerous riot, the people squirmed about as choppers, sleek and black, long and large, donning machine guns and snipers, riot police flinging down in ropes with swords latched upon their hilts, guns perched safely in their arms, their bodies covered in a thin felt-like suit, their arms and their chests slightly tattered in an armour skin, shields up in faces as people ran about.

“Form a unit, defensive grid 16.” One of them said, his eyes fiery and his voice deep, his skin a dark black tone as his ears were heavily pierced. From him, the others followed suit with perfect unity, almost as if this was an everyday occurrence to them. “Keep this force contained.” He said, getting out his lance as he impaled a running civilian on his painful weapon, the body squirming as jolts of electricity were running through it.

“Give me control of speakers 5, 7 and 12.” He said to his partner, as his partner nodded from his black mask and began to send a radio transmission. A small beeping noise appeared in the squad leader’s ear, his fingers turning about as they locked lances, their machines forming a temporary electrical fence as civilians ran into it blindly and were paralysed onto the ground, others trying to climb under, yet the sharp cleats on the bottom of the shoes merely made a bloody and gruesomely painful escapade destroyed.

From there, the squad leader spoke, his voice was booming throughout the speakers previously once broadcasting the terrorising message. His voice confident, his tone stern, he looked without uncertainty, he did not have a single tone of two possibilities – he was completely staunch in his stance. The speakers flung to life and mimicked his words. “Citizens of Jenrak, and Slaves of Ithrimm. If you continue your stature long enough you will be dealt with. This is the Jenrakian Way, and such you are under clause to be checked and rounded up in examination. Failure to comply or attempts at escape will result in retaliation. You – “ But before he could finish his warning, a makeshift wooden club smashed into his face, sending squad leader down, his face swollen as he stood up in anger. From his communiqué, he tried to reach his leader, the Matriarch Denise Territurari. His lips bloody from being smashed between his teeth and mask, he quickly said, “They’re breaking the grid, my lady!” He said held up his shield, blocking skilfully before taking out his sword and slashing a civilian across the chest, stabbing another quickly before taking up his riot lance once more, it’s tip crackling with electricity.

“They’re breaking through!” The squad assistant replied as the Sword Police were being hard pressed.

From the chopper, overlooking the city, Denise stood with her arms across her chest, her hat tipped across her long, golden-brown hair, her eyes shimmering with wonder as her fingers tapped impatiently, her hand fiddling with her marriage ring. Eventually she became bored, and replied. “Finish this riot immediately, Zakhros. Prepare your masks, I’m freezing the sector.” She lifted her fingers to her pilot, and then held up three fingers before panning it out above the riot safely in her chopper. The pilot nodded.

“Central C-1, this is Silver 2, you may begin freezing.” The pilot said as a nodding approval came from the other end.

“Very well, Silver 2.”

The squad leader Zakhros and his Swords Police lifted their fingers to each other, placing on their gas masks as they flickered on the beeping green lights, looking about as they lanced the civilians coldly, people running about in fear as they were frozen down upon the ground, twitching nervously, unable to move.

From past the thick clouds came large, powerful cargo planes, their hatches open as seemingly nothing came out, but from a close eye it could see a small ring of distortion around the air, slowly dropping onto the ground as the civilians broke through, but the carpet-bombing of gas made them quickly drop within their steps, their bodies falling onto the ground with massive thumps, their arms sprawled out, their fingers stiff and their limbs unmovable. They were like stone statues, fallen to the ground as they only twitched and shook slightly, but most of the time they kept a stone-like stance.

“Clean up the mess, I’m coming down.” Denise said, as she dropped a rope down and splashed down onto the ground, putting a napkin to her nose. “Ugh,” She said to Zakhros with disapproval, “are they going through the diarrhoea yet?”

“Not yet, my lady.”

“Convince Lady Rashkta to deploy the Sadicistra. We need to hunt down whoever started this and we will make sure their bloodline will never survive.” Rashkta said with anger.

“Indeed, my lady.” Zakhros submitted, before going off.

Whoever started this would dearly pay.

ooc: finals are over, summer starts now. I'll be on a lot more.

ic:

Port Yuko, Bonstock
1900 Hours

The President was working late. He was at his desk, planning out his speech for the next days Socialist Party rally. Then his Chief of Staff entered the room.

"Sir," he began, "I am extremely sorry."

"What is it?" the President asked.

"Your wife, her plane... we don't know what happened."

The President's eyes widened. He collapsed into his chair.

"I'm very sorry, Mr. President," the Chief of Staff said.

Sanchez went to bed. He tried to sleep, but he couldn't. He hadn't seen his wife in a week; in fact, he hadn't seen much of her in his entire presidency; and now she was gone for good. It was too much.

He got out of bed. Donning street clothes to blend in, he slipped out of the Presidential Residence and went over to his favorite bar downtown, La Casa Corona, to forget about his problems a bit...

ooc: bump for VM

ic: Sanchez walked into the bar, haggered and tired.

"Hey!" the big, jolly bartender said warmly and welcomingly. "Roberto, old buddy, you havn't been here in a while. My, you look terrible? What's happened?"

President Sanchez sat on a barstool. "Pablo, my wife just died in a plane crash."

The bartender suddenly changed his mood. "I'm sorry to hear that."

"She and I hadn't been seeing each other ever since I became President. Now she's gone."

"Don't worry, Roberto, old buddy, I'll get you hooked up with a girl..."

Sanchez cut him off, looking down. "No, I just want a drink for now."

"Don't worry, Roberto, we'll have you cheered up soon." He slipped Roberto his usual margarita, just as he liked it. "Cheer up, boy!" he said, "the night is young!"

Sanchez just looked down.......

ooc: VM, you can continue from here...

A young woman soon came up to the young handsome President, she looked into his eyes in a compassionate manner like Tamu had trained her to.

"Hello, what happened, you look so sad." She asked this, however she already knew the answer, Tamu had told her the plan months ago, back when the occupation had just begun.

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Office 1
1217 Government Way
Balkan City, 85546
Druid Province, Armed Holy Democratic Empire of Asgarnieu

FROM THE OFFICE OF THE PRESIDENT OF ASGARNIEU

TO: Jomaga
FROM: President Justin A. Herbert
SUBJECT: Asgarnian Aid


We apologize for recognizing the threat to your nation so late, but Asgarnieu is in its own turmoil. Never-the-less, Asgarnieu is prepared to send $200,000,000,000.00 USD in monitary aid, and is prepared and willing to send Battalions 1-4 of The Asgarnian Army, as well as the 2nd Marines of Asgarnieu. Any other assistance may be requested by your fine nations military commanders. We are also prepping W.M.D.'s if nessicary. We are also willing to "donate" 5 Maralinga Class Salted Nuclear Warheads. Thank you for considering our offer of assistance. Good luck, and God Speed.


Respectfully,

Justin A. Herbert
President of Asgarnieu