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From his office, Andrellus MacMillian announces to the world in his second speech, that war has been declared upon United Socialist States of Delinquent Faith.

"Ladies and Gentleman, I would like to announce that The Empire of Bellum Perfero's population is on the rise rapidly and we need more moving space. At the same time this was brought to my attention, another issue was brought upon my desk. Capitalism in the USSDF. Capitalism, in my book, is another form of terrorism. Like I said in my previous speech, terrorism must be eliminated! Due to the fact that the USSDF's defenses are near non-existant, I was able to send 1,000 troops to the USSDF Parliament building in the nation's capital, Moskau City. The building is in the process of being detonated with a large amount of explosives. More troops will be sent to the area if needed. I am gaining control of this particular nation and will be freeing the people from their capitalist leader. I will then pursue to install the security program Operation VIEWER, that was announced in my previous speech. I hope all the nation's appreciate what I've done as my people approve of this. That will be all."

Speech over, regular broadcasting airs.

OOC: Did USSDF agree to this, or have you godmodded into his capital?

OOC: yes we've planned out a short war to take place, he's agreed to it.

OOC: And what is the USSDF's response to this hostile action? Is there a call for help by either side? What would be the benifits of aiding either one of these factions?

From: Allied Union of Velkya Grand Senate
To: Bellum Perfero

We laugh at your startling hypocrisy, and pity your inherent stupidity.
Yet other mindless communist thug, preaching freedom and damning those he considers terrorists, while occupying a sovereign nation and destroying its government in order to install his own puppet government.

We shall not stand for this, we assure you.

We demand you withdrawal all armed combat forces and related supporting from the United Socialist States within two standard weeks in an orderly fashion, and pay reparations appropriate to the damage caused to the USSDF by Perferoian (?) forces, or face the consequences of your actions by our hand.

You have been warned.

V.S.S. Markham, Carrier Battle Group Angeles, Atlantic Ocean

"Admiral, emergency transmission from Central!"

The captain, standing at the head of the bridge, turned to the young ensign, and spoke. "Patch it through, Lieutenant." Soon, the communications officer turned a radio message on through the secure military data link stretching from the fleet to the AUNDF Headquarters.

Attention, CBG Angeles, incoming orders...

...CBG #23...PROCEED TO POINT X-RAY...FULL STEAM...COMBAT ALERT YELLOW...PREPARE FOR MILITARY ACTION WITHIN 24 hours...

The commander listened to radio message, and then turned to the helmsmen. "Helms take her down, communications; radio the fleet, full steam, destination Point X-Ray, Alert Yellow." The officers acknowledged these orders, beginning to carry them out. The dozen ships and submarines the Battle Group began to move in unison, a course set for the embattled USSDF. Overhead, UCAV drones stood solemn watch over the fleet, as photographic recon and targeting satellites scanned the target area for hours on end. Back home, light elements of airborne infantry were also being called up, should the ultimatum not be followed, they would jump on the USSDF, as well as heavy bomber squadrons and other naval units.

Soon, the Markham and her crew would be at war once again.

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The television camera fades into the scene at the Parliament building in the capital city of the United Socialist States of Tethlon.

“I’m here live, as we are moments away from hearing His Most High, the Honorable President Simon Kalis of the United Socialist States of Delinquent Faith deliver and impromptu speech here in the USST.”

Reporter Karla Robertson from the state-run television station TBC in the United Socialist States of Tethlon says, fixing her attire and looking back momentarily to see if the two leaders have arrived to their respective podiums.

Along each side of the red carpeted hallway leading towards the Prime Minister of the USSTs office are the two nation’s flags, with the fine artistic paintings of artists past hanging along the corridor in-between each respective nation’s flags.

“It was not long ago that the United Socialist States of Delinquent Faith was attacked, as troops from the invading nation, The Empire of Bellum Perfero has begun an expansion it seems of said Empire, and gone directly into USSDF land. Of course, many political and military analysts have already suggested that the defeat of the USSDF could be quick, and many speculate the announcement today to be capitulation to The EBP.”

She turns around once more as the camera man signals to her that the President of the USSDF is now making his way towards the podium, alone however.”

“The President is now arriving, however it seems the Prime Minister is no where to be seen. The only way, with such a weak military it would seem that the USSDF would need to garner aid from her many allies in Vet Land, the region it represents in the United Nations… Oh, it seems he is about to speak.”

The camera now turns, to focus upon President Kalis. It becomes ever apparent by his facial expression he is quite distressed as his hands shake whilst placing a few documents before him on the podium. He takes a few moments to look them over as the press takes numerous snapshots. He clears his throat, and somberly stares back at the press.

“I, uh… Ahem.” he softly coughs, shutting his eyes for a moment whilst taking a deep breath, obviously overwhelmed by the sudden surprise attack upon his nation.

“I would like to first, and foremost thank you all for coming here so abruptly. It was not my intention to speak to the press for a few more days as I came here to meet with my good friend Prime Minister Scott, of the United Socialist States of Tethlon. However it would seem, unfortunately, that circumstances have forced me to not only come before you so quickly, but also forced my hand in this matter. It would seem that a terrorist, fascist and malicious regime has so chosen fit to launch an immediate war, a cowardly surprise attack upon my people. My people, whom I hold very dear to me. My people, whom know it would never be my intention to put them in such a situation. Many know, that my nation has been struggling economically for the past few years and it has been my truest, most honest attempt in the past weeks to bring my nation from the depths of poverty up into the world and upon the world’s stage. Now firstly, I know I have the full support of my brother and sister nations of Vet Land. We, as always stand together in a united front for the peaceful way of life. However, The Empire of Bellum Perfero has mistaken our peaceful stance for weakness. This is not the case at all.”

Photographs continued to be snapped as the flashes from the snapshots light up the sweat which is obviously trickling down the nervous face of President Kalis.

“My friend, Prime Minister Scott has already begun mobilizing his troops and they are, as we speak being sent into my nation from the north heading south towards the capital in the State of Kalidonia. My military advisors have also informed me that we have lost three states to the control of The EBP. However, as long as one State of our great nation stands we shall never give up, nor shall we ever surrender to terrorist nations such as this. For a nation to proclaim it stands for peace and at the same time launch a pre-emptive strike on another is not only hypocritical to say the least, but very cowardly. While proclaiming to be a peaceful nation, their name states they are The Empire of War and Suffering. Oh yes, I’ve studied Latin. So, I would like to cut this short. We have put under way the mandatory military service of our people in times of war. As I speak to you hear, my order of ten million Automativ Kalishnokov 47’s is arriving from The Kingdom of Lord Bizzles, as well as other… Certain, special weapons and bombs. I would like to simply say to this aggressor, para bellum. Para bellum. We will not falter in our resolve, for you have attacked one of us- it is just as good as attacking the entire Vet Land. United we stand, for the glory of Vet Land.”

The President offers a salute, with a look of remorse and sorrow for the war ahead he immediately turns away and makes his leave to continue speaking with his top military officials as they plan counter-attack, and the retrieval of their lost states.

OOC: Daaamn didnt think this'd be long, but when you're bored and got a good 20 minutes to spare... well, yeah. lol. I haven't written a short story in so long, mostly been focusing on my poetry and other things. Feels good to flex the story writing muscle, but I'm a tad rusty. Oh and yeah, I agreed to this.

(OOC: DF, Double post.)

OOC: yeah my internet connection is kinda messed up so I asked PErfero to post it for me sine i wasnt sure if it got posted. My bad.

Televisions across the world interrupt normal programming to broadcast a recorded speech from Andrellus MacMillian to the world from a secluded area:

"It has come to my attention that the Allied Union of Velkya Grand Senate has demanded the removal of my troops. I am shocked that such a nation would accuse me of invading another nation with the intent to pursue control and to carry out communism. My main goal, as been said many times, is to remove all terrorists. Terrorism is a huge problem in the world. With that said, I have NOT removed ANY troops from completing the goal..to remove capitalism from the USSDF."

Speech is over.

Parliament Building, Moskau City
The troops of Bellum Perfero proceed to control Moskau City. Dozens of troops have wired the building with explosives. Three officials from the Elite Squad of Bellum Perfero have reached Vice President Robinson of the USSDF. He was hiding in an underground storage room. The three officials then proceed to tie VP Robinson with rope. They then carry him out of the building and into an advanced technologically protected black truck and drive off. The rest of the squad and troops then proceed to enter their vehicles and exit the city. Due to the fact that the nation is defenseless, the Bellum Perfero troops were able to escape with no conflict ahead. The troops were sent to the base, by Andrellus MacMillian and his social officers. The Elite Squad proceed to a secluded area near Barbanks which is the capital of Bellum Perfero. The area is similar to a military base. The Elite Squad proceed to the center and appears a latch. One Elite Squad agent opens the latch and a ladder is under the door. The area underground is a house. Andrellus MacMillian looks up and sees the agents come down with the VP of the USSDF.

"Hello there Mr. Robinson," says MacMillian with a gentle chuckle.
"I've been expecting you. Now see, the problem is...I don't know what to do with you. I mean, I could just shoot you right now, and you'd be dead, but that's not what I'm going to do. I'm going to order the government of the USSDF to surrender. If not, well....there will be damage." Mr. MacMillian leans closer to VP Robinson's face and whispers, "I am sure your citizens would not want that."

VP Robinson is pushed on to a couch. Andrellus MacMillian looks at one of his Elite Squad agents.

"Hand it to me."

William Cordson, Chief Executive of the Elite Squad Operations, proceeds to open a shelf against a wall. He pulls out a .45 caliber Amberson pistol. He hands it to Andrellus MacMillian.

"Is it loaded?" asks MacMillian.

"Yes, sir." replies Cordson.

MacMillian cocks the gun and points it at VP Robinson's face.

"I didn't think it'd go this far."

MacMillian is interrupted by a loud ring. It's his enhanced cellular phone capable of receiving service anywhere on the planet.

He answers, "Hello? What the hell do you want? I am busy right now!".

He looks at VP Robinson.

"No, not yet. Why?"

MacMillian listens to a troop on the other line and replies.

"Alright. Thank you."

MacMillian hands the gun back to Cordson and looks at Robinson.

"You're not going to die just yet."

The capital of USSDF, Piru in the state of Doja
The Bellum Perfero troops that were sent to this area by Andrellus MacMillian are kidnapping and executing all the citizens because of a sudden uproar between the fiercle patriotic citizens and the Bellum Perfero troops.
Some troops in the higher rankings proceed to spray anthrax through a V.150 Ultra Magnum Neurological system. The citizens run for cover, gasping for air.
Dozens of trucks pass through the city, shooting any civilian they see.

The city is full of thousands among thousands of dead bodies, blown to bits or gassed up from the Anthrax.

The secluded area in Bellum Perfero
Andrellus MacMillian finishes a memo he is typing to the Allied Union of Velkya Grand Senate.

The memo reads:

"This is very serious conduct. I urge your nation to remain calm and watch the war from the sidelines. I mean business. I have enough advanced technological ammunition that will leave your nation burned...alive. I urge you once again, to surrender your role in this war.

In Regards,
Andrellus MacMillian"

MacMillian prints then faxes the memo.

William Condsor walks towards MacMillian.

"What about our nation sir? What will we tell the people? We need a representative to let them know a little of what's going on."

MacMillian nods his head, "Yes, contact the Chief Executive of the Bellum Perfero Social Offices."

Condsor replies, "Dr. John Milford, sir?"

MacMillian nods his head and Condsor proceeds to make the call.

OOC: Anthrax is not an insta-kill weapon. The people will probably take a few days of the incubation period before dieing a nearly 100% mortality rate of inhalation anthrax. Even a powerful verison obtained through genetic engineering would need at least 2 days for incubation or else it'll spread too fast and not be contagious enough.

Moral Republic of Wasser

High Chancellor Adam Sutler makes his speech from the Parliament building tonight.

"Tonight, we have a grave threat to the moral people of the world. A terrorist nation called Bellum Perfero has declared war upon the USSDF, a peace-loving socialist nation. They infiltrated the nation and then proceeded to massacre the people of that nation and use anthrax on the people. "

The room fades to black and a video shows a team bursting into a church, spraying Anthrax and bullets.

"Tonight I ask you for your support as we go out and protect those hurt by these madmen. We shall hit first for the USSDF, and show them what the moral people of the world will do when immoral, wretched, communists attack peace-loving people."

[END TRANSMISSION]

A missile train stopped as its top opened and a ballistic missile appeared. A submunition warhead was fixed to the missile and it was launched. After about 15 minutes of cleanup, the train continued on its way, meeting with a reloading train in a tunnel.

The ballistic missile arched upward, cleaving through the air with its target being Andrellus MacMillian's office. Inside the missile there were 600 C12 (300g) bomblets that would wreck havok with cars and slaughter people with shrapnel and overall be like a rain of explosive hail. It then finished its boost stage and the warhead began its desent, soon becoming superheated in the atmosphere, reaching a speed of Mach 6 and leaving a plasma trail.

The meagre fleet of the Moral Republic set out to USSDF as a show of support and possibly to back a ground operation. It consisted of the unusual EM/EW Warfare ships that somehow defeated the more powerful Greater Chinese Region ships without firing a single shot from its dual 155mm guns. It also had a few other support ships and a single escort carrier.

3 x EM/EW Warfare Ships
4 x North Sea-class Frigates
3 x Charlie-class Destroyers
2 x Aurora-class Battlecruisers
1 x Indestructable-class Carrier

The list of ships and an ultimadium to pull out and accept a terms of surrender from the Moral Republic and Velkya were also transmitted.

Message to Velkya

We have been thinking of a terms of surrender for Bellum Perfero and we've drafted a preliminary one.

1. Leave the USSDF
2. Reduce your military to 1% of the population total
3. No more than 2 supercarriers or superdreadnaughts
4. Formal apology to all parties involved
5. $5 billion in restitution to USSDF
6. $100 million for Velkya and the Moral Republic
7. Disbandment of the current government
8. Reformation into a democratic nation

We can talk about this more as we force Bellum Perfero to pay for its vile deeds.

[END]

to all nation: all nations who are not the attackers or the attacked. please stay out of this war. there nations are evenly balenced and it would not be really fair to the other for all nations to pile aginst them.

to all nation: all nations who are not the attackers or the attacked. please stay out of this war. there nations are evenly balenced and it would not be really fair to the other for all nations to pile aginst them.

OOC: The Moral Republic is a rebellious territory, it has a population of about 350 million, which is rather small. I won't be much of a bother. I'm sure Velkya can limit his forces too.

OOC: The anthrax caused the people to be defenseless. Practically dead. lol.Sorry about the mistake, my fault. anyways lets continue..

IC:

From the secluded area, Andrellus MacMillian prints and faxes a memo to the Moral Republic of Wasser:

"I completely resent the accusations of terrorism upon the USSDF. Their government is slowly becoming a capitalist police state and my intent is to stop them. I am asking the Moral Republic of Wasser to remain calm and neutral as I assume more conflict is no longer needed. We have everything under control. That will be all for now.

Thank you,
Andrellus MacMillian"

William Cordson asks MacMillian a question:

"What shall we do? We've hidden the body, our citizens are in a panic frenzy. Nations are aiding the USSDF. We've been labeled terrorists!!"

MacMillian responds in an uproar, "The world is run by fascist corrupt terrorists! They will do anything to aid the USSDF! We must stop them!"

OOC: The anthrax caused the people to be defenseless. Practically dead. lol.Sorry about the mistake, my fault. anyways lets continue..

IC:

From the secluded area, Andrellus MacMillian prints and faxes a memo to the Moral Republic of Wasser:

"I completely resent the accusations of terrorism upon the USSDF. Their government is slowly becoming a capitalist police state and my intent is to stop them. I am asking the Moral Republic of Wasser to remain calm and neutral as I assume more conflict is no longer needed. We have everything under control. That will be all for now.

Thank you,
Andrellus MacMillian"

OOC: Respond to my Ballistic Missile Attack. I dropped a cluster munition on your capital building. It won't cause much damage to anything larger than a city bus, it'll kill a bunch of people but overall it is just a very dangerous light show.

Response from the Moral Republic's Foreign Office

Odd. Lets see, terrorism means using unconventional warfare to terrorize the populace to gain something. You are using biological warfare on innocent civilians to gain their land. You have already overrun the area, was it necessary to spray something that would stay in the ground for decades to come?

We have already made our statement. Your control will be overturned, we'll be seeing you, very closely Andrellus MacMillian.

[END]

From the Bellum Perfero capital Barbanks, Windsor

National broadcast is interrupted in Bellum Perfero as news coverage begins.
Newswoman Vivica Martian speaks:
"There apparently has been an attack on the Social Offices here in Barbank. Trucks and trucks of police and firefighters have come to the rescue, but there are a lot of injured and diceased civilians. Andrellus MacMillian is no where to be seen and neither are his Elite Squad agents, but memos have been sent out to at least two nations threatening war upon Bellum Perfero."

She is standing in front of the building, but not very close. People are running all over the place demanding peace. War protestors are very angry.

From the secluded area
William Condsor is yelling at someone on the phone. Mr. MacMillian asks, "Who are you speaking to?"
Condsor hangs up and responds, "I got off the phone with some employees at the Social Offices, there has been an attack."

Mr. MacMillian gasps angrily and yells.
"AN ATTACK?! HOW THE HELL DID THIS HAPPEN?! How did they get passed out advanced security?!"

Condsor replies, "We only secured the airports and borders. The train tracks are not secured. They came through a security hole. We're in trouble."

Mr. MacMillian says, "I warned them. Hopefully they will listen."

OOC: It was a Topol-W missile, a gift from Red Tide, it comes with a radio jammer, countermeasures and dodging ability. You probably never saw that missile come in.

50km off Bellum Perfero Coastline

With no attempt to stop them despite a transmission informing them of their fleet's approach the fleet parked themselves in place. It was time to hammer the point home. A rather small cargo ship was nearby and the EM warfare ship turned its dual 155mm guns toward it and fired 5 shells, the first few were just warnings, only one was meant to impact.

Soon a blanket of GPS jamming and civilian radio transmissions took place from one of the EM/EW ships. Then a transmission on all general frequencies with enough power to silence a massive radio antenna array sounded.

"This is the fleet of the Moral Republic of Wasser. We have just attacked one of your cargo ships. We can and will enforce an embargo and will conduct shore disruption missions until you pull out of USSDF and accept the terms of surrender we will transmit. That is all."

Then jamming on all frequencies began annoying millions as their news and favorite programs were suddenly replaced with a loud staticy gospel music. GPS equipment flustered as they tried to interpret the strange signals and just displayed an annoyed "Lost satellite feed" notice.

An Aurora-class Battlecruiser with 12" ETC guns turned a dual turret toward land and aimed for a warehouse. It let loose with two incidenary shells meant to set fire to the warehouse.

The Moral Republic wanted to make a point.

From the secluded area
William Condsor and the entire Elite Squad gather around Andrellus MacMillian.

"What's the problem?" MacMillian asks worried.

"We've been attacked. A cargo ship has been attacked. I would recommend we pull out of the USSDF. We still have troops in Piru, Doja eliminating any left civilians. They are also bombing buildings and houses." Secondary Leutenant Mark Daniels replies.

"Call Sergeant Dave Collins and tell him to remove ALL military personnel from the USSDF." MacMillian demands.

Condsor asks, "Are we surrending?"

Mr. Collins holds his hand up, "Mr. MacMillian is aware of what he is doing. We're not surrendering. We're going to figure things out."

From Piru, Doja in the USSDF
The troops proceed to leave on their military trucks. They've managed to destroy tons of buildings and houses along with taking the lives of civilians. They leave the nation unnoticed.

From the secluded area
William Condsor and the entire Elite Squad gather around Andrellus MacMillian.

"What's the problem?" MacMillian asks worried.

"We've been attacked. A cargo ship has been attacked. I would recommend we pull out of the USSDF. We still have troops in Piru, Doja eliminating any left civilians. They are also bombing buildings and houses." Secondary Leutenant Mark Daniels replies.

"Call Sergeant Dave Collins and tell him to remove ALL military personnel from the USSDF." MacMillian demands.

Condsor asks, "Are we surrending?"

Mr. Collins holds his hand up, "Mr. MacMillian is aware of what he is doing. We're not surrendering. We're going to figure things out."

The capital of the USSDF Piru, Doja
The troops proceed to leave on their military trucks. They've managed to destroy tons of buildings and houses along with taking the lives of civilians. They leave the nation unnoticed.

'Dark Room 42' McKagan Mountain Range, Wasser

The heavily reinforced bunker was getting a live satellite feed of USSDF territory and focused on the cities. The live-thermal feed showed a sudden exodus of hundreds of personnel, an intel report was sent to Wasser FleetCOM and the message was relayed to the fleet.

Wasser Fleet, 50km from the coastline

The radio jamming continued through the night and sudddenly a message was heard, "Your corrupt raping forces have left Piru, Doja in the USSDF, we are taking note and will launch a humanitarian mission there.

Another warehouse was targetted and this time two high-explosive shells were fired from an Aurora to bash through the warehouse and level it like its neighbor.

A DMG-made F-44 interceptor was readied with only 2 AA-10 Adder missiles and took off to do a Mach 3 flyby of the capital and wake up everybody with its powerful sonic boom.

From the secluded area

"Look, this is what we're going to do. We've pulled out all of our troops from the USSDF, but the Moral Republic of Wasser seem to not care. They've continued to attack us like terrorists. I am forced to call upon my biochemists to lend me 3 biochemical explosives." says Andrellus MacMillian

"I'll let the Moral Republic of Wasser know that we'll use biochemical hazardous weapons to advance our plans if they do not surrender. We've removed all the troops from the USSDF, but we should send some back over there so that we can maintain control." William Condsor notes.

"Hold all the troops. For right now I'll send a memo." Mr. MacMillian states.

MacMillian then proceeds to type, print and fax a memo to the Moral Republic of Wasser:

"The amount of damage your troops have done is uncalled for. We removed our troops and you attack our warehouses. I will send military personnel to the coastlines of Bellum Perfero if you continue to destroy our property. We are going to carry out our goal. Live with it.

Hope you listen,
Andrellus MacMillian"

"The amount of damage your troops have done is uncalled for. We removed our troops and you attack our warehouses. I will send military personnel to the coastlines of Bellum Perfero if you continue to destroy our property. We are going to carry out our goal. Live with it.

Hope you listen,
Andrellus MacMillian"

OOC: Respond to the Sonic Boomer.

Response from the Foreign Office

Your goals are the conquering of an innocent nation which has done nothing, and the needless slaughter of innocents with conventional and biological weapons. This is nothing short of sodomy of an innocent people and we intend to persecute you as such offenders.

We shall not let such a perverse action occur. We will send troops into USSDF and secure the area, and we shall ensure that the USSDF is aided to recovery and given military aid.

If you even begin to imagine in your darkest dreams of attacking us you'll find that before we broke off from Leafanistan, the motherland left a massive defensive and offensive arsenal. Needless to say they also gave us the capability to build these things too.

[END]

The Aurora battlecruisers turned all their 12" guns (12) and their 5" guns toward the coastline (12) and opened fire, aiming at destroying a docking structure.

The shelling continued for 15 minutes. Then it ended. Underwater, a special operations Virginia had arrived on the scene and began severing underwater communications lines and began searching for more.

From the secluded area
"The memo doesn't say whether or not they've left." Replies Andrellus MacMillian.

"The coastguard arrive at the coastline and said that damage has been done, but there are no enemies in site and that the frequencies have been messed with." Condsor notes.

"What I want you to do, is to order ALL military personnel to aid any civilian in Bellum Perfero. All law enforcement officers are to help as well as emergency aid specialists. Hopefully Wasser will remain neutral right now." MacMillian demands.

William Condsor proceeds to do as told and also told the national media what is currently going on.

From the secluded area
"Good God. Our capital has been hit with a sonic boom. Thousands of people in Barbanks have been killed." cries Condsor.

"The memo doesn't say whether or not they've left." Replies Andrellus MacMillian.

"The coastguard arrive at the coastline and said that damage has been done, but there are no enemies in site and that the frequencies have been messed with." Condsor notes.

"What I want you to do, is to order ALL military personnel to aid any civilian in Bellum Perfero. All law enforcement officers are to help as well as emergency aid specialists. Hopefully Wasser will remain neutral right now." MacMillian demands.

William Condsor proceeds to do as told and also told the national media what is currently going on.

OOC: Ok, delete or edit this. A sonic boom is nothing dangerous unless my aircraft was skimming the ground. It did this to remind everybody that the Moral Republic was there, the worst I can do is shatter a couple of windows and irritate more people which cause them to protest more.

OOC: edited, lets continue.

Message from the Foreign Office

Now that you have seen our resolve we ask you to comply with these regulations.

1. Discontinue military operations in the USSDF
2. Begin reconstruction activities
3. Pay reperations of $5 billion to the USSDF
4. Pay the Moral Republic of Wasser $100 million
5. Formal apology for all that has happened

If you agree we can sign a formal treaty.

[END]

OOC: Why don't you attack my fleet?

Message courtesy of Kurbanai messaging service.

Bellum Perfero,

We've been watching this event unfold on the sidelines, now we feel it is time to act. You're leaders are disgraces to humanity who kill innocent people witohut shame or even a good reason. And for what, so your citizens can spread out? There are better ways but oyu refuse to see them. YOu just attack people and use accusations of terrorism as an excuse. Therefore, Kubra is sending military. Along with 500 aid workers to be sent to USSDF, we may soon launch an actual attack on Bellum Perferon (or is it something different, like bellum Perferonian? Tell me please.) land. You've commit crimes must heinious and you must be punished.

Message courtesy of Kurbanai messaging service.

Bellum Perfero,

We've been watching this event unfold on the sidelines, now we feel it is time to act. You're leaders are disgraces to humanity who kill innocent people witohut shame or even a good reason. And for what, so your citizens can spread out? There are better ways but oyu refuse to see them. YOu just attack people and use accusations of terrorism as an excuse. Therefore, Kubra is sending military. Along with 500 aid workers to be sent to USSDF, we may soon launch an actual attack on Bellum Perferon (or is it something different, like bellum Perferonian? Tell me please.) land. You've commit crimes must heinious and you must be punished.

Message from the Moral Republican Fleet

You have our sword in supporting reconstruction activities in the USSDF.

[END]

Message from the Moral Republican Fleet

You have our sword in supporting reconstruction activities in the USSDF.

[END] Wouldthis be literal? Our prime minister is considering starting a weapon collection. Although, this is besides the point. We will work to the best of our abilities to help the poor people who suffered because of the evil of someone else.

Unknown, U.S.S.T- “Operation Bigfoot”

“I’m not sure if we can go through with this, General.” President Kalis stutters as he says these words, looking up across the room at another man decked out in a decorated army uniform.

“Mr. President, with all due respect you very well knew the intelligence reports that the intelligence community was supplying you concerning this threat. We knew there was a looming threat, from where we were not sure.” the General somberly replies, trying to reassure the President of whatever plan he is speaking of.

“Yes, I know. However you should also know how ill-equipped we are to deal with such a devastating war. I am just incredibly glad we have found allies in the form of the Moral Republic of Wasser and the Allied Union of Velkya Grand Senate. I do not know how we will ever repay their kindness, Richard.” the President says, sighing with deep sorrow at how quickly this war has escalated into a massacre.

“I repeat, with all due respect Mr. President, right now, while we all surely appreciate the tremendous aid from these two nations we have to worry about what we are going to do. There will be time enough after this is all over to sit down with them and show our appreciation any way we can, however now we cannot allow other nations to help us forever, we must stand on our own and rise up. Our people are facing a murderous genocide, Mr. President. I assure you, this is the only course of action we can take. With your previous acquisitions of a hefty amount of money, we can pull this off and put an abrupt end to this war.” the General smoothly declares.

“Yes, but Operation Bigfoot is going to leave the blood of the innocent on my hands. I.. I am not an evil man, Richard. I never wanted to see these things transpire. With Robinson now kidnapped and possibly dead, I’m a lone man here. You must understand with each passing second, and every single death of a Faithian citizen, a Velkyan and Wasser soldier these deaths Richard, are on my hands.” the President leans his head back on the recliner he now sits, shaking, on and closes his eyes as tears roll down his cheek.

The General rises up and slams his foot down on the ground.

“Simon! Their blood is on the hands of Andrellus MacMillian and the Bellum Perfero nation. Not yours! This is the only way to force the capitulation of these terrorists. It is obvious they’ve got heart, Simon. It is obvious that they need to be taught a very, very severe lesson in conduct!” he yells, snapping President Kalis out of his sorrowful daze. The General slams a quite thick document on the table in front of the President, whom leans in and picks up the pen, his hand shaking as he opens it to the end.

“And this, you think, will end the war? Do you truly think acquiring and using these weapons on a city will get it done?” asks the President.

“Simon, you’ve known me a very long time. I swear not only my honor, but post and my very life to you- that Operation Bigfoot will force their surrender, or wipe them off the face of the planet.” The General thus salutes the President, and the President signs the executive order for Operation Bigfoot to commence. He drops the pen, and rises up from his seat, saluting the General back.

“Then move the troops in from the Northwest, ready the Air Force F-1 bombers for Bellum Perfero. And this bomb, they call it Peace?” the President snickers at the name. “Well, either it will bring peace or leave them in pieces, huh?” he has a cold laugh of sarcasm, as the General nods to his orders.

“Mr. President, you will not regret this. We have troops coming in with us from right here in the USST. The Kingdom of Lord Bizzles has been working on Peace and her sister weapon, Love for the past few years. They will be enough, I assure you this.”

The President nods.

“And, Simon? You need to get somewhere safe.” the General mentions.

“No Richard, I think I’m going to grab my old uniform and go with the troops. I don’t even know if Robinson is alive. But my people are out there dying, and I am their leader. I am no coward. If they die, I die with them.”

The General looks on with a smirk on his face.

“It’s good to have you back, Simon.”

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OOC: I'll be back later with more, as far as responding to all the action and taking a course of my own. I just gotta go do some stuff. Take care

Message from the Moral Republican Fleet

We are now enforcing a No-Fly Zone over most of Bellum Perfero for Bellum Perfero aircraft. Any Bellum Perfero aircraft will be shot down without question, they have the next 6 hours to land before we take up positions.

[END]

At the end of those 6 hours several F-18EWs will take off from the carrier and fly in large figure eights to cover the skies and ensure nothing is taking off. If it does it'll meet the wrath of F-44s circling the fleet that can respond in just 15 minutes thanks to their Mach 3 engines.

From the secluded area
Andrellus MacMillian paces back and forth by himself.

From the military base
The Elite Squad is with part of the military personnel at the base. The troops can't be seen by any aircraft, but are loading up U.S.G.I. ANM2 .30 Belt Feed "C&R" rated machine guns. These guns are very powerful and were orginally intended for aircraft use, but then were used on the grounds. The warcraft personnel are latching up a SubGhost V.24 Biochemical Bomb that weighs 8,000lbs and is 10ft X 6ft. This is a very advanced technological weapon that can "smell" its target from miles away. The damage it causes is insurmountable. When the target is reached an explosion erupts that is big enough to destroy one or two states. It then releases a toxic nerve gas that can cause bleeding through every hole in the entire body.

The military troops finish uploading the USGI guns and then begin loading other guns such as the M-134 Mini Gun and the Frankford Arsenal/Olympic Arms M16. We have an almost unlimited supply of ammunition and weaponry(guns, grenades, knives).

The entire military base is filled with 100,000 of the 1 million troops of Bellum Perfero. The other 900,000 are at an underground military base located at Davidson Camp Base, Quasar.

Davidson Camp Base, Quasar
The camp base is very secured. Even the brightest human being couldn't fathom how to make it through without dying. The area looks similar to that of a desert. It is 60,000Sq ft. There are remote sensors that can detect movement, sound and smell. Cameras can be found almost every square foot of the area. They are as small as that of a shell. The entire area is gated in. There is one way into the area and signs all around point to the precise location. You will then be met with two guards loaded with 6 handguns on their belt. They are holding AK47s. You must say the password to them or be recognizable. You will then be given three numbers. You must recite what letters they represent and what the letters mean.

A latched door opens from the middle of the area. Leutenant Carl Wilson comes out. He sees from far, trucks and trucks with the 100,000 troops that were preparing at the other base. After completing the security requirement, the trucks proceed towards Carl Wilson.

"Alright gentleman. I want the troops to come with me and the Elite Squad can escort the bomb around the mountain. You will then place the bomb directly in the center of the marked zone. Within seconds the bomb will be placed underground where the troops can access it." Carl Wilson states.

The troops do as directed.

From the secluded area
Andrellus MacMillian grabs his phone and calls Carl Wilson.
"Hello? Yes, how are you? I'm quite desperate right now. I need you to detonate the suitcase nuclear bomb that the troops secretly planted in Moskau City. Thank you. Also, send the SubGhost towards Kubra. They've threatened to attack us. We'll be forced to rid them of the ignorance they possess. I've warned the nations, but they seem to not care. Justice...will...be served."

Andrellus MacMillian hangs up, grinning.

Davidson Camp Base, Quasar
Underground, the Nuclear Technology Agents of Bellum Perfero(NTABF) drive the SubGhost V.24 Biochemical Bomb through a door. The bomb enters a room and the driver gets out. The bomb is directly pointed at Kubra(Kurbania?). SubGhost will penetrate through the wall and will pierce through the ground as intended at a rate of 670MPH top speed.

"Area clear! Detonate!" an agent demands.

A latch is pulled and SubGhost V.24 Biochemical Bomb is detonated. It will take only 60 minutes before it reaches Kubra(Kurbania?).

Carl Wilson makes an announcement at the base.

"Attention troops and other personnel! I've detonated the suitcase nuclear bomb in Moskau City. Damage has been severely executed. The SubGhost I see has been detonated/activated so it will arrive in Kubra within 60 minutes."

The building erupts with laughter and applause.

From the secluded area
Andrellus MacMillian prints and faxes a memo to the USST Parliment building where USSDF President Simon Kalis is located:

"Hello Mr. Kalis,
I just wanted to let you know that a suitcase nuclear bomb has been detonated in Moskau City. I am deeply sorry that you've decided to continue your act of terrorism, but it has finally come to an end. I urge you to make the right decision and surrender. It will be best for your nation.

Thanks,
Andrellus MacMillian"

The 59 Citadel Fort, Roycedanikstan United Socialist States of Delinquent Faith- “Preperations.”

General Mehdi finishes reviewing the plan of action to be taken into The State of Doja and straight into Bellum Perfero land.

“So Lieutenant Mahkbar is it? Yes, this is a wonderful strike plan. We shall be moving out 40,000 troops into Piru, Doja to assess the damage done there. We’re also going to be prepping Love and Peace for launch as you make your way into their land. Now remember not to go near the capital Barbanks and the city of Manchester for when the time comes.” Now I need to ask you, intelligence reports there are no civilian survivors in the city… Is this verified as fact, Lt?” the General rises from his desk and approaches the fairly well decorated Lt. Ahmed Mahkbar, as it becomes obvious just how unique each State’s culture is in the Union of Delinquent Faith.

“Unfortunately, sir. Most are dead, or are on the brink of death. However we’ve gotten word that another nation, the Kurbanai are sending 500 aid workers as well as military to support what seems to be a growing coalition with the intent of offering us their support. God bless them.” Mahkbar closes his hands together, quickly saying a short prayer of thanks to the Allied forces that have come together to the aid of the USSDF.

“Yes, I’ve read the report. The Moral Republic also has initiated a no-fly zone. I’ve got our air traffic technicians trying to reach them as we speak as we prepare to launch our counter-attack. As it is, from here at the Fort we will be modifying our F-1 Bombers to hold the bombs, and we are adding Mach 2 engine upgrades we’ve received from our allies in Vet Land. This should allow our men the speed needed to get away from the blasts of the bomb before being destroyed with the cities. Which is also why we must contact our friends in the Moral Republic, to ensure their aircraft are out of the vicinity of these cities when we come in.” the General quips while moving towards the window of the bunker the two are in.

“Do the men know which cities to hit?” General Mehdi inquires.

“Yes, sir! They have the coordinates and know where to specifically drop the bombs.” the good Lt. replies.

“And what of our order of ANB-50’s from the Kingdom of Lord Bizzles? Have they arrived?” General Mehdi turns to Lieutenant Mahkbar now. Mahkbar smiles and nods, but still seems a bit confused.

“Yes they have, sir. All four million of them. However what are these weapons? It is to my understanding that The Kingdom has not even tested these weapons in true combat, and so we’ve been given a discount on them. Permission to speak freely sir?” the Lt. Mahkbar asks.

“Yes, go on.”

“I’m not sure yet what they do though, General. Can you please explain it to me?” he asks curiously.

“Well Mahkbar, they are ANB-50’s. Or Automatic Nuclear Bizzler 50’s. 50 because they hold 50 rounds in each clip. They are truly untested weapons, however it is sure that when loading the weapon and handling bullets and clips that you are safe from radiation. To my understanding, it is when the bullet is fired and the subsequent impact of whatever it hits is when the bullet in a sense explodes much like a nuclear weapon, however it is no where near the strength and size of one of course. However it will become very radioactive inside the body of the soldiers it hits, and if they do survive the firing they will most likely suffer greatly for the rest of their lives. We need to avoid friendly fire at all costs then, as you know with such a dangerous weapon.” The General informs him, thus obviously the ANB-50’s are a deadly weapon.

“Wow… Sir, that is remarkable. How did they ever infuse the enriched uranium into the bullets?” the curious Lt. Mahkbar asks.

“That, I do not know. But the time for talking is over, young soldier. Gather the troops, equip them with the ANB-50’s and make your march into Bellum Perfero. Kill all on sight, we are not taking prisoners of war.” the General orders the Lt., and thusly Mahkbar offers a salute of respect and nods. But, before he leaves…

“But, wait a minute sir. Sorry, but I must ask. What of civilians we encounter?” he asks.

“Then leave them be unless they also open fire with any weapons they have. We will not have our soldiers shooting civilians, however Peace and Love will still have to be utilized if we are to force them to surrender. It is unfortunate, but it must be done.” The General salutes Lieutenant Mahkbar back, and the Lieutenant leaves to prepare for the coming advancement.

And so it was, Chancellor Alexander pressed for war. Using his military powers, he ordered in the elite battle groups Alpha and Victor, pulling them out of the Arterus islands and here, to positions offshore Bellum Perfero. In cooperation with Leafanistan's no-fly zone, Admiral Grant ordered that the Royal Fleet stay out of their occupied waterways until their alliance message was recieved.

On board the ships, the 1st Royal Army, which had been poised to strike for months in the Arterus islands, was now being pumped up to hit the shoreline, given that the Leafanistan accepted alliance terms. Every company met with their Lieutenants, who were giving out the small-unit orders.

The men packed in extra magazines for their R-22's (standard issue Royal Army, .293 caliber), grenades, and MRE's. This army had been on standby for over 8 months, and now they were itching for a fight, all 1,900,000 of them.

Across the oceans, the supply convoys were running non stop in the supply buildup.

Back at home, Sky Marshal Dean ordered the 6th and 7th Air Forces to begin prep for a extensive bombing campaign.

The Allied States of the Royal Code was ready for war.

--secret transmission to Leafanistan--
-From Geneal Hayden, 1st Royal Army

Greetings honorable representatives of Leafanistan, on the behalf of the ASRC and the entire Royal Alliance, we request permission to ally with your great nation to further assist in the take down of the unfit Bellum Perfero regime. This alliance will be temporary througout the conflict, and will be set to 'neutral' with our victory. Do you accept?

Unknown, The State of Vetystan, USSDF- “President Kalis On The Final Stand.”

President Simon Kalis can now be seen standing in a dimly lit room in an underground bunker in the State of Vetystan decked out in his old 5 Star USSDF General Uniform, where he is now finishing up a telephone conversation.

“They did WHAT?!” Kalis exclaims in complete and utter shock.

“THEY NUKED MOSKAU!!?!?! NUKED IT?! ARE YOU CERTAIN?!” he screams down to the intelligence agent he is speaking to on the other end, learning of the destruction of the Capital of the USSDF.

“Okay. Okay General Mehdi. Yes. I understand very well what this means, do not patronize me….” he goes silent for a moment. “NO I AM CALM! I am VERY calm considering the circumstances we are in.” Kalis says as he sits back down at his desk in the bunker. A look around the room, and we can see two soldiers in all black armor and black masks and helmets holding the new ANB-50’s in hand guarding the door to the room.

“Okay… Operation Bigfoot. Do you have our nuclear weapons ready?” and now it becomes apparent exactly what Love and Peace are as the President nods smiling.

“Then begin Operation Bigfoot once we are sure the Moral Republic’s aircraft are a safe distance away.” he pauses… “Oh really? MacMillian offered us a chance to surrender? He would use anthrax on our people and call me a terrorist, and ask me to surrender my nation to his hands? I told you Mehdi, I will die before I let such a maniac overtake our great nation. He has already forced me to enact security measures I had hoped would never have to be done, and this damage will take years if not decades to rectify.” The President lets out a sigh, and nods as Mehdi continues speaking to him on the other line.

“The troops will get there by tomorrow morning? Good. I am sending an additional support unit of 500,000 troops to the borders between Doja and Bellum Perfero. I will also be making a State of Emergency address and enacting Martial Law over the States. Remember to place around 10,000 troops in the cities to ensure civil peace remains. We are getting further aid of food and medicine from the USST, and I know of Kubra sending us aid workers. Ensure that we have troops set aside to ensure their safety.” we can hear slight mumbled talking coming from the other line but nothing clear.

“Yes, I understand General. One more thing, I want you to make last minute adjustments to the atomic and hydrogen bombs. I want Love, the a-bomb to hit Barbanks. Not Peace. Our hydrogen bomb will strike Manchester instead, a slightly more populated city. I need to be clear, Love must hit the Capital, however with the troops I want MacMillian and his cabinet found, and I want them brought back to Vetystan for execution. Prepare a few companies of troops to do a search mission throughout the entire nation. I will move in an additional 2 million from the State of Amaru. In addition to FIA agents from the security agency.” President Kalis says and nods.

“I understand, however the United Nations has not even batted an eyelash to our troubles. NATO is no where to be seen, nor aid from the UN itself. I could care less of the rules of engagement right now. The Bellum Perfero and MacMillian have forced my hand here, Mehdi. Now listen to me…” it seems the President gets interrupted.

“No, I know. But listen to me. Change the timers on the bombs. Set them off, set them to go off upon impact of the Perferian cities. We are not detonating them two miles above ground, but strictly on the ground. I understand very well what this action will do, and if any organization would so chose to take me under arrest for this I will accept my responsibility. But ensure that MacMillian is captured, please do this. Do not let them escape. Do not let them commit suicide to escape their punishment.”

The President rises up and walks over to a map of the United Socialist States of Delinquent Faith, softly rubbing his hand against the states of Kalidonia and Doja while lowering his head.

“Another thing, send out an encoded message to any of the Perferian government whom will listen. We will offer them a last chance to surrender. Make sure all of our new allies have gotten a safe distance away from that entire nation if they do not capitulate. I have already made the appropriate calls, and we will unleash a fury of hydrogen bombs upon the entire nation via our Air Force. If the Bellum Perferian government does not surrender, there will be no other chance. Please be sure to let them know this. It is a one time offer, or destruction. They’ve pushed us to our limit, we cannot allow this war to continue. The cost is too great.” The President lets out a sigh, while moving back towards his desk.

“Yes. I know what that means. However history judges me, I will be saving my people from further war. That is my concern, General. Not them. For now it is my duty, my sworn oath from whence I became the President of this nation to defend my people. I will be doing my job.” there is a momentary pause…

“Well General Mehdi, this war has already gone nuclear.” the President nods, while moving towards a locker which he opens up. He undoes his uniform jacket and places on the bullet proof vest in it before placing his jacket back over it and grabbing a Desert Eagle handgun, placing it onto his side holster and grabbing an ANB-50 and slinging it over his shoulder.

“I am on my way to Piru, Doja to meet our troops. I will be leading them from there into the nation. I trust that they will surrender from the initial bombardment, and if they do not launch the rest on schedule. Whether I am out or not.” The President finishes buttoning him up his decorated jacket and moves towards the exit where the two guards stand to attention and offer a salute.

“I know this. And in the case we are successful but I am killed, be sure to re-open elections. The people deserve as much.” Kalis laughs at General Mehdi’s response to this order.

“Yes. May God have mercy on us all.” he hangs up his cell phone and places it back into his pocket, saluting the two guards and opening the door and making his way further into the complex whilst being escorted by the two guards.

OOC: You will also soon have the aid of two naval battle groups and 1,900,000 ground troops. ;)

From the secluded area
Andrellus MacMillian sends a recorded message to the international news for the world to view.

Regular broadcasting interrupted:

"Hello world,
It's me again, Andrellus MacMillian. I have decided to end the war. I want to prevent damage to my nation. All my life, I've grown up watching the world become bombarded with terrorists. It's such a gruesome site. I've always wanted to end terrorism and have a peaceful world, but as usual, terrorists like the USSDF decide to intervene. Why can't life be peaceful? I've decided to end the war, because the terrorists won't quit. In this war, we've seen who the real terrorists are.
Thank you and God bless the world."

Regular broadcasting re-airs.

Davidson Camp Base, Quasar
The troops, NTABF and the Elite Squad finish watching the broadcasted speech.

Carl Wilson and William Condsor proceed the discontinuation of all warfare engagements.

William Condsor types, prints and faxes a memo to Simon Kalis, president of the USSDF:

"Hello Mr. Kalis,
I wanted to let you know incase you have not been watching the news lately. Mr. MacMillian and the Bellum Perfero military personnel have ended the war. Once you acknowledge to Mr. MacMillian that the war is indeed over, then the Social Office of Bellum Perfero will discuss with your government the funding issues.

That will be all."

After watching the broadcast, General Hayden sat down at his desk onboard the RNS Gladiator, and wrote his telegram to Bellum Perfero:

"Though the govornment of Bellum Perfero may have declared peace, the Allied States of the Royal Code have not. The Royal Alliance has recognized the issue at hand, and has decided that Royal forces are to stay on-task. Though it is a great word to see that you do not wish to continue fighting, violation of international law cannot go unpunished. So therefore, here are our terms:

1. Pay war costs to The Allied States of the Royal Code, $1 Billion USD.
2. Pay war costs to Delinquent Faith $12 billion USD.
3. Limit the size of your military to < 1.2 million soldiers.
4. Give the Allied States of the Royal Code at least 90 square miles of Bellum Perfero shoreline territory.

If you refuse our bargain, then you can expect a extensive air campaign that will last for many long greuling weeks, if not months, and the entire 1st Royal Army at your front door. Keep in mind, this is only one of our armies. If need be, we could call upon the Royal Alliance and put an army dozens of times larger on your territory. Think carefully about the decisions you are about to make.

-With respect,
General Hayden, 1st Royal Army."

The telegram was taken away, and sent to Bellum Perfero immediately.

From the secluded area
Andrellus MacMillian types, prints and faxes a memo to the Allied States of the Royal Code:

"Alright. The telegram you've sent me has to be very ridiculous. I WILL NOT reduce the size of my military. I will not let some terrorist out me of billions of dollars.

I have drawn a proposal:

1. All nations to stop sending troops to my borders as they won't be able to enter my land due to the advanced technological security program Operation VIEWER.
2. I will pay $100 million towards the USSDF for compensation and $700 million for damages.
3. I will pay $5 million towards Velkya, Kubra, Leafhistan, and your nation the Allied States of the Royal Code.
4. I will resign...once I have been found.

Please accept this proposal. I don't want to send more SubGhost V.24 Biochemical Bombs to destroy your nation as I've done to part of Kubra.

Thanks,
Andrellus MacMillian"

From the secluded area
Andrellus MacMillian types, prints and faxes a memo to the Allied States of the Royal Code:

"Alright. The telegram you've sent me has to be very ridiculous. I WILL NOT reduce the size of my military. I will not let some terrorist out me of billions of dollars.

I have drawn a proposal:

1. All nations to stop sending troops to my borders as they won't be able to enter my land due to the advanced technological security program Operation VIEWER.
2. I will pay $100 million towards the USSDF for compensation and $700 million for damages.
3. I will pay $5 million towards Velkya, Kubra, Leafhistan, and your nation the Allied States of the Royal Code.
4. I will resign...once I have been found.

Please accept this proposal. I don't want to send more SubGhost V.24 Biochemical Bombs to destroy your nation as I've done to part of Kubra.

Thanks,
Andrellus MacMillian"OOC: IGNORED. Bastard.

A troop transport ship sailed across the ocean, cutting the water with ease. In it were aid workers and tons of supplies. They would be needed to help the poor people. They had also been shown pictures of what some other massacres looked like, so they wouldn't be too faint hearted when they got there. Some men were still hurling their brunch.

Unfortunately for anybody outside of close quarters trying to listen to MacMillian, the Wasser jamming was preventing any clean signals from leaving the country.

The Wasser Navy had moved up several ballistic missile submarines to the area along with a few attack submarines. Also a division of Marines were on board transport ships. They then again shelled the coastline, this time they included 2 Fuel-Air Bombs to clear away the debris from the warehouses and get rid of any soldiers hiding there.

The No-Fly zone was no longer being enforced by F-18EW aircraft but by special Naval drones which had been deployed at the outbreak of nuclear war.

Wasser has had enough of this bullshit and was preparing a retalitory strike.

The best way to hide something, especially something important is to hide it in plain sight but keep its construction secret. If this isn't possible then you must reinforce as heavily as possible because a strike is obvious. The heavy protection around the base made it an obvious target. Satellite images had thermals off the charts at some points and the live feed was a gold-mine for military movements.

And the fleet struck. A Bulava-0 missile roared out of the water, aimed straight at the opening, it would strike with a 1000kg high explosive charge. It would soon be followed by a series of airstrikes. Super Hornets of the Wasser Navy would follow up with the M-89 bomb with 2000kg of Red Tidean High Explosive doing their best to penetrate the area. Then another group will drop a series of 1000lb GATOR mine dispersal units, quickly covering the area in anti-personnel and anti-tank mines.

5 Super Hornets of the Wasser Navy are armed with 2 M-89s each
5 more Super Hornets will deliver the GATORs which are set to expire in 15 days and become inert. Though there was no way for anybody outside of the commanders in the aircraft carriers to know that.

"Alright. The telegram you've sent me has to be very ridiculous. I WILL NOT reduce the size of my military. I will not let some terrorist out me of billions of dollars.

I have drawn a proposal:

1. All nations to stop sending troops to my borders as they won't be able to enter my land due to the advanced technological security program Operation VIEWER.
2. I will pay $100 million towards the USSDF for compensation and $700 million for damages.
3. I will pay $5 million towards Velkya, Kubra, Leafhistan, and your nation the Allied States of the Royal Code.
4. I will resign...once I have been found.

Please accept this proposal. I don't want to send more SubGhost V.24 Biochemical Bombs to destroy your nation as I've done to part of Kubra.

Thanks,
Andrellus MacMillian"

Open Message

Terrorist? Us? I believe you are the one who best fits it. There is no reason for this invasion beyond your own selfish megalomanical needs. We will not stop sending troops until you surrender, and come forward and accept being tried for war crimes. However, we will promise not to give you the death penalty and ensure no one else can give you that if you surrender to our troops, furthermore:

1. Pay war costs to The Allied States of the Royal Code, Kubra, and the Moral Republic of Wasser, $15 Billion USD.
2. Pay war costs to Delinquent Faith $20 billion USD.
3. Limit the size of your military to 1% of your population
4. Cede at least 100 Square Miles to our governing authority along the coastline and allow us to limit your military.
5. Disband the government.

We have already shown our force with the destruction of one of your underground desert bases. Accept and you are accepting the best solution for yourself, and your people.

Also will you confirm you willingly sent a weapon of mass destruction to Kubra. We are itching to do much more to you.

[END]

A troop transport ship sailed across the ocean, cutting the water with ease. In it were aid workers and tons of supplies. They would be needed to help the poor people. They had also been shown pictures of what some other massacres looked like, so they wouldn't be too faint hearted when they got there. Some men were still hurling their brunch.

They were met by one of the Wasser Frigates enforcing an ever growing Blockade and Embargo of Bellum Perfero. On board the Wasser Frigate was a security contingent of Wasser Marines. Moral Republican Marines 3rd Company was assigned to protect the Kubran aid workers.

From the secluded area
Andrellus MacMillian paces back and forth by himself.

From the military base
The Elite Squad is with part of the military personnel at the base. The troops can't be seen by any aircraft, but are loading up U.S.G.I. ANM2 .30 Belt Feed "C&R" rated machine guns. These guns are very powerful and were orginally intended for aircraft use, but then were used on the grounds. The warcraft personnel are latching up a SubGhost V.24 Biochemical Bomb that weighs 8,000lbs and is 10ft X 6ft. This is a very advanced technological weapon that can "smell" its target from miles away. The damage it causes is insurmountable. When the target is reached an explosion erupts that is big enough to destroy one or two states. It then releases a toxic nerve gas that can cause bleeding through every hole in the entire body.

The military troops finish uploading the USGI guns and then begin loading other guns such as the M-134 Mini Gun and the Frankford Arsenal/Olympic Arms M16. We have an almost unlimited supply of ammunition and weaponry(guns, grenades, knives).

The entire military base is filled with 100,000 of the 1 million troops of Bellum Perfero. The other 900,000 are at an underground military base located at Davidson Camp Base, Quasar.

Davidson Camp Base, Quasar
The camp base is very secured. Even the brightest human being couldn't fathom how to make it through without dying. The area looks similar to that of a desert. It is 60,000Sq ft. There are remote sensors that can detect movement, sound and smell. Cameras can be found almost every square foot of the area. They are as small as that of a shell. The entire area is gated in. There is one way into the area and signs all around point to the precise location. You will then be met with two guards loaded with 6 handguns on their belt. They are holding AK47s. You must say the password to them or be recognizable. You will then be given three numbers. You must recite what letters they represent and what the letters mean.

A latched door opens from the middle of the area. Leutenant Carl Wilson comes out. He sees from far, trucks and trucks with the 100,000 troops that were preparing at the other base. After completing the security requirement, the trucks proceed towards Carl Wilson.

"Alright gentleman. I want the troops to come with me and the Elite Squad can escort the bomb around the mountain. You will then place the bomb directly in the center of the marked zone. Within seconds the bomb will be placed underground where the troops can access it." Carl Wilson states.

The troops do as directed.

From the secluded area
Andrellus MacMillian grabs his phone and calls Carl Wilson.
"Hello? Yes, how are you? I'm quite desperate right now. I need you to detonate the suitcase nuclear bomb that the troops secretly planted in Moskau City. Thank you. Also, send the SubGhost towards Kubra. They've threatened to attack us. We'll be forced to rid them of the ignorance they possess. I've warned the nations, but they seem to not care. Justice...will...be served."

Andrellus MacMillian hangs up, grinning.

Davidson Camp Base, Quasar
Underground, the Nuclear Technology Agents of Bellum Perfero(NTABF) drive the SubGhost V.24 Biochemical Bomb through a door. The bomb enters a room and the driver gets out. The bomb is directly pointed at Kubra(Kurbania?). SubGhost will penetrate through the wall and will pierce through the ground as intended at a rate of 670MPH top speed.

"Area clear! Detonate!" an agent demands.

A latch is pulled and SubGhost V.24 Biochemical Bomb is detonated. It will take only 60 minutes before it reaches Kubra(Kurbania?).

Carl Wilson makes an announcement at the base.

"Attention troops and other personnel! I've detonated the suitcase nuclear bomb in Moskau City. Damage has been severely executed. The SubGhost I see has been detonated/activated so it will arrive in Kubra within 60 minutes."

The building erupts with laughter and applause.

From the secluded area
Andrellus MacMillian prints and faxes a memo to the USST Parliment building where USSDF President Simon Kalis is located:

"Hello Mr. Kalis,
I just wanted to let you know that a suitcase nuclear bomb has been detonated in Moskau City. I am deeply sorry that you've decided to continue your act of terrorism, but it has finally come to an end. I urge you to make the right decision and surrender. It will be best for your nation.

Thanks,
Andrellus MacMillian" OOC: Whoops! I never spotted this. I take back my ignored.

IC: Home security was high. After all, Kubra was at war with a few other people. Although, gas masks were not issued. Still, there was at least some defense. Sea sparrow copies adapted for land use were booted up, waiting for the chemical weapons to enter their range. Citizens were sent into the subway system when the telephone call came in that biological weapons had been spotted on radar by isolated radar sites. The call was sent to the government and it was then sent to all Kubran tv and radio stations. It was hot news, so they did what the media always does. Talk about the hot stuff. Well, you can imagine the chaos.

They were met by one of the Wasser Frigates enforcing an ever growing Blockade and Embargo of Bellum Perfero. On board the Wasser Frigate was a security contingent of Wasser Marines. Moral Republican Marines 3rd Company was assigned to protect the Kubran aid workers. The aid wrokers had come lightly guarded, 100 guards and a few handguns scattered among the aid workers. The frigate seemed like a godsend. At least, that was only to the officers. The aid workers and guards were a bit more apathetic. Some aid workers stopped hurling long enough to wave weakly at the ship. Others waved energetically and cheerily, being more used to the gore now. They had been shown dissection videos too.

The aid wrokers had come lightly guarded, 100 guards and a few handguns scattered among the aid workers. The frigate seemed like a godsend. At least, that was only to the officers. The aid workers and guards were a bit more apathetic. Some aid workers stopped hurling long enough to wave weakly at the ship. Others waved energetically and cheerily, being more used to the gore now. They had been shown dissection videos too.

The Frigate's captain decided to have a bit of fun. 2 Platoons of Marines got out onto the side facing the Transport Ship. Within sight distance they picked up their KF2G rifles and began to spin them, then they caught them, removed the clip, reloaded the weapon, cocked it and fired one round into the air. Then 3 Mi-28 Havok helicopters flew over and dropped flares. Wasser wanted to look good and competent. In reality these soldiers despite their training had never seen actual combat beyond raids of sodomite hideouts where they encountered light resistance. Many of them were as nervous as the aid workers but they had a job to do.

"Some of these nations just never learn." Hayden spat.

With a look in his face that reflected pity, and with a sigh, he wrote his last letter to Bellum Perfero.

"Good sirs, the Parliament's patience is now at the breaking point. It is between placing my army, which is a third as big as your total population, on your ground, and forcibly removing the government. You can either abide by our terms, and surrender a little land, or we can come in, fix things, and then leave the hard way. It's your choice. Make peace, or be destroyed. This is your last warning. On the behalf of the entire Royal Alliance, I am terribly sorry it has had to come to this."

Hayden looked at his messenger boy. "Take this to the mail depot sir."
"Yes sir."

Hayden picked up his desk phone and punched a speed dial key.
"Admiral Grant, yes, its Hayden, i don't think they're going to accept. Be ready to move by dawn if they don't accept. Rodger that. Ha. Me too. Bye."

He hung up, looked down at his combination cover, with the lightning bill. All those years he toiled in the Army to earn that cover, and the stars he wore on his collar.

"One more for the road i guess." He said to himself as he got up, put his cover on, and left his office.

OOC: Bellum Perfero, being such a small nation, i'm really not seeing how you can afford to produce long range missile systems to attack kubra with. The money's just not there. After domestic affairs and various other bills, a missile project seems to extravegent for a fledgeling nation.

Secret IC to Leafanistan: So i'm assuming we have our alliance then? May Battle Groups Alpha and Victor enter the water's you occupy?

The Frigate's captain decided to have a bit of fun. 2 Platoons of Marines got out onto the side facing the Transport Ship. Within sight distance they picked up their KF2G rifles and began to spin them, then they caught them, removed the clip, reloaded the weapon, cocked it and fired one round into the air. Then 3 Mi-28 Havok helicopters flew over and dropped flares. Wasser wanted to look good and competent. In reality these soldiers despite their training had never seen actual combat beyond raids of sodomite hideouts where they encountered light resistance. Many of them were as nervous as the aid workers but they had a job to do. Most of the men cheered and laughed. However, one of them merely rolled his eyes and went below deck. His father was a pyrotechnic (fireworks maker), so this sort of thing bored him. Actually, he had taken the time to smuggle a few fireworks on board. His father dealed in heavy fireworks, the kind you see at new years. He had smuggled on board, just for a little fun. It was safely stowed away with the extra gasoline.

Encrypted Message to Allied Ships

Currently we are shelling a coastal warehouse district. We have cleared a nearly 3 kilometre beachhead at this location (--------). We have tried our best to preserve structures though beware of random pieces. We will continue shelling through the night along with increased jamming on their frequencies.

[END]

Encryped Telegram to Leafanistan from Sky Marshal Dean, Royal Air Force,

To assist the beachhead clearing, and to begin the first aerial assaults, the 6th and 7th Royal Air Forces need permission to acces and fly through the no-fly zone you have enforced. Hundreds of air craft are only a few short hours away from completely devestating Perferoian primary defenses and radar installations. Before any action can take place, we need permission to acces your skies. /message.

Encryped Telegram to Leafanistan from Sky Marshal Dean, Royal Air Force,

To assist the beachhead clearing, and to begin the first aerial assaults, the 6th and 7th Royal Air Forces need permission to acces and fly through the no-fly zone you have enforced. Hundreds of air craft are only a few short hours away from completely devestating Perferoian primary defenses and radar installations. Before any action can take place, we need permission to acces your skies. /message.

Encrypted Reply

We believe this isn't necessary and that a single supercarrier can do the job over several weeks. We don't want to risk too much equipment and we must minimalize civilian casualties as much as possible. We want to look like the good guys here, being the whole Moral Republic and all.

We will only allow 30 IFF signatures from you at a time to prevent a chance of even a few enemies getting by while our RADAR is crowded.

[END]

From: Carrier Battle Group Angeles
To: All Involved Parties

Attention, warmongers and murderers of the nation of Bellum Perfero.

You have been warned, time and time again to cease your acts of war, yet you continue your megalomanical threats to not only the USSDF, but to other nations around the globe who oppose your crazed agenda, even going to the point of deploying nuclear and biological weapons against civilians.

It is with this turn of events that the Grand Senate of the Allied Union has approved the following ultimetem. We demand the unconditional surrender of the nation of Bellum Perfero, effective within 24 hours, to the military forces of the Allied Union Defense Force and her allies.

Should you not comply to this simple demand, the military forces of Bellum Perfero will be unceasingly and utterly annihilated by combined strikes from the Allied Union, Wasser, Kubran, and Royal Code militaries.

-End Transmission-

Message to Leafanistan:

With the precision of our delivery systems, we can safely say that the civilian casualties will be marginally low. We understand your radar situation, and our fleets are going to move north. We propose your fleet take the southern half of the shoreline, and we'll take the upper half. As soon as our fleets are repositioned, our two naval air forces will practically double the size of the no-fly zone. / message.


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Back at home, with permission from Sky Marshal Dean, the 6th and 7th air forces were given permission to bypass the no fly zone via a northern entry into Bellum Perfero. 400 Attack fighters, 200 'bombers' and another 200 fighter interceptors took off within a mere two hours, and made their transoceanic flight. Their targets were radar stations, SAM sites (which they would attack in great force to attempt to overwhelm the systems), air fields, tank depots, and any armored vehicles that were spotted. Naval sorties were beiing sent inland to recon these positions. In space, satallites were moving into position to mark the targets for gps and laser guided bomb attack.

At sea, the long range 7" percision naval guns began rapid fire salvo's, each gun able to fire a shot every 1.5 seconds (similar to modern US navy cruisers if you've ever seen one).

On board the ships, the Army troopers were roused to the upper decks to prepare for the landing. When the order came, all hell would be broken loose. These veterans of three wars were ready once again to seek their victory.

OOC: Going to wait for a damage assesment before posting again.

OOC: I dont think I can post any big messages, so I'd like to let you know. Today was the day that The USSDF's Air Force dropped 2 Nuclear Bombs upon Bellum Perfero in a planned retaliation in the worst case scenario she had nuclear weapons used upon her. Thus in retaliation to the nuclear bomb being set off in Moskau City, Kalidonia- The USSDF's capital City and Capital State, she replied with two of her own, more sophisticated bombs.

It is a tactic to try and force the surrender of Bellum Perfero before the war escelates into anymore bloodshed than it already has. So I would like to add it'd be best if any other nations aiding the USSDF recognized the fact the Perforian capital, Barbanks in Windsor has been struck with a 70 kiloton nuclear atomic bomb, as well as Manchester, Pavilon which was struck with a much stronger, 80 kiloton hydrogen bomb. The USSDF acquired her new nuclear technology at a great discount from her regional allies, and remains with a further nuclear arsenal, which I will not be using even if this tactic fails. I will be back tomorrow to post exactly what happened whence my internet connection is fixed. Goodnight everyone.

OOC: I dont think I can post any big messages, so I'd like to let you know. Today was the day that The USSDF's Air Force dropped 2 Nuclear Bombs upon Bellum Perfero in a planned retaliation in the worst case scenario she had nuclear weapons used upon her. Thus in retaliation to the nuclear bomb being set off in Moskau City, Kalidonia- The USSDF's capital City and Capital State, she replied with two of her own, more sophisticated bombs.

It is a tactic to try and force the surrender of Bellum Perfero before the war escelates into anymore bloodshed than it already has. So I would like to add it'd be best if any other nations aiding the USSDF recognized the fact the Perforian capital, Barbanks in Windsor has been struck with a 70 kiloton nuclear atomic bomb, as well as Manchester, Pavilon which was struck with a much stronger, 80 kiloton hydrogen bomb. The USSDF acquired her new nuclear technology at a great discount from her regional allies, and remains with a further nuclear arsenal, which I will not be using even if this tactic fails. I will be back tomorrow to post exactly what happened whence my internet connection is fixed. Goodnight everyone. OOC: Uh sorry, but it's kind of a rule here that no nation under 1 month old can have nuclear weaponry. Sorry about that.

OOC: Uh sorry, but it's kind of a rule here that no nation under 1 month old can have nuclear weaponry. Sorry about that.

OOC: Okay, it's all good. My bad for breaking the rule, sorry. I'll re-write something tomorrow for my retaliation on a less devasting scale. But My bad again on that. I'm not sure if my unstable connection will be able to delete the post today, I've got techs coming in tomorrow from my ISP to deal with my signal problem. (hence the double post, didnt think the 1st message went through.) My bad again guys, sorry.

OOC: Okay, it's all good. My bad for breaking the rule, sorry. I'll re-write something tomorrow for my retaliation on a less devasting scale. But My bad again on that. I'm not sure if my unstable connection will be able to delete the post today, I've got techs coming in tomorrow from my ISP to deal with my signal problem. (hence the double post, didnt think the 1st message went through.) My bad again guys, sorry. OOC: How about biological weapons? I haven't see nany rules against them.

OOC: There is no rule, actually. It's just something that (unsucessully) the bigger nations impose on the new ones to keep them from going OMFG NUKE ATTK!

OOC: There is no rule, actually. It's just something that (unsucessully) the bigger nations impose on the new ones to keep them from going OMFG NUKE ATTK! OOC: It's in one of the threads in one of the stickies I think.

I've been unable to find such a rule in the stickies.

I've been unable to find such a rule in the stickies. OOC: Seriously? well then I'm probably wrong. Thank you for the correction.

OOC: Not a problem.

OOC: well in a sense they're right. Even a small/middle size nation like mine would have a tough time affording to develop and purchase nuclear weapons. Simply put, they are too expensive. I think that without at least 300 million people, tax support wouldnt be enough to fund a effective NS-sized nuclear program.

OOC: well in a sense they're right. Even a small/middle size nation like mine would have a tough time affording to develop and purchase nuclear weapons. Simply put, they are too expensive. I think that without at least 300 million people, tax support wouldnt be enough to fund a effective NS-sized nuclear program.

OOC: Yeah, I agree with you on that. What the reasoning was that other nations in my region whom have been doing uranium mining and such would provide me with just a handful of bombs, between 2-5 with me only using 2. That is what Perfero and I agreed upon to bring the war nuclear before one of us surrendered. We weren't expecting other nations to intervene although I had a feeling it just might happen, however I do like that it happened. It certainly made things very much more interesting

Piru, Doja USSDF- “Judgment Day”

President Simon Kalis can be seen walking across what was once a busy metropolis of hard working citizens, school children playing at the jungle gym, the elderly rocking in recliners on their porch and surveys the damage done. He looks around now at the street littered with dead bodies, some civilians having eventually died from the spraying of anthrax that has since blown away and others with bullets riddling their corpse. He holds his nose at the wretched stench of the bodies which can be seen everywhere you go, all over town.

“My god…” the President quietly says under his breath as he continues to make his way followed by armored vehicles and tanks which carefully drive through streets cleared of bodies, and instead piled up onto the sidewalks and in front of homes and businesses.

“Sir! Mr. President!” a young Private can be seen running up now to the President of the USSDF, whom stops and turns around to greet him.

The soldier stops and tries catching his breath while saluting the President.

“At ease, soldier. What’s going on?” the President asks.

“Sir! The Empire of Bellum Perfero has surrendered sir! They are capitulating! We’ve won!” the young soldier exclaims happily.

However the President turns around and continues to look at all the dead bodies strewn around the city square.

“We’ve already sent the message to the rest of the States and military bases, as well as the 59 Citadel Fort in Roycedanikstan to stand down.” the soldier informs the President.

“Go back, tell them to go ahead with Operation Bigfoot.” the President coldly replies…

“But, sir… We’ve won. We don’t need to bomb them now, they’re surrendering. We’ve won!” the soldier proclaims once more.

“Look around you Private. Do you call THIS victory? No. I don’t care if they are surrendering or not. They will not get away with setting off a nuclear weapon in our capital and then throwing up the white flag to avoid retaliation. Look around you Private. They will not go unpunished for the massacre of an entire city of innocent people.” the President turns to the soldier and looks him sternly in the eye.

“Now, go and inform General Mehdi to go ahead with Operation Bigfoot.”

The young private begins shaking his head, “But… sir… We’ll be killing millions, sir. With all due respect I” the President is quick to interrupt.

“You would actually disobey orders, Private? You won’t go far.” he says.

“But sir it’s not needed, it would be done out of pure spite and vengeance. We’d be no better than them!” the Private exclaims nervously.

“Son, are you done? Go inform General Mehdi to go ahead with the plan.” the President says turning around to continue walking forward.

However now the young private grabs his ANB-50 and points it toward the President, the weapon shaking profusely as he is obviously nervous in doing such an action. The President turns around, as the rest of the ground troops in the vicinity all point and cock their weapons at the young Private.

“I like that,” the President quips while smiling and walking forward. “You’ve made your point. I’m sorry for trying to make you do your job.” he says.

The Private sighs in relief and lowers his weapon. The President walks up to him, and offers him a hug. The Private, teary eyed hugs the President back. “It’s okay now, soldier.”

The President grabs his Desert Eagle from his holster quickly as the Private looks on stunned, as the President places the barrel against his forehead and fires a single shot into his head. The President’s eyes close, as he lowers his head while the young Private’s body collapses to the ground. The President is now covered in blood and fragments of skull and brain from the point blank blast of such a powerful handgun. He wipes it off his face, and calls another soldier over.

“Inform General Mehdi to go ahead with Operation Bigfoot, that’s an order soldier.” he says, while looking down at the fresh kill of one of his own men. The other soldier salutes, “Yes sir!” and makes a run to the back of the convoy. The President weeps momentarily, but wipes his tears and presses forward through the city.

The 59 Citadel Fort, Roycedanikstan USSDF- “Judgment Day Part 2”

“Are you certain these are the President’s orders?” General Mehdi inquires as he stands before a communications technician outside on the runway of the fort. “Yes, sir! He said go ahead with Operation Bigfoot, sir!”

The General nods and calls over the two pilots who have been given the mission of Peace & Love.

“Ahmed, Janidar. You must get back into the F-1 fighter jets immediately. We have a change of plans once more. By direct decree of the President of the United Socialist States of Delinquent Faith, we are to go forward with the bombardment of the Empire of Bellum Perfero.” the General says with his poker face, not yet showing how he feels about the situation.

“Are you sure, sir?” Ahmed asks, a little confused. “I’m positive. Now go.”

The two pilots then nod to each other and place their helmets back upon their heads, running up to their F-1’s. Each fitted with a nuclear bomb for Bellum Perfero.

“All systems are clear, we are ready for go Citadel.” Janidar says from his cockpit. “Everything’s clear here as well Citadel, we are ready to go.”

“You have a go! Gods speed gentlemen!” with a static transmission from mission control through, the pilots fire up the engines and begin rolling forward before each craft is now up in the air and jetting away at Mach 2 speeds, heading for Bellum Perfero only 200 miles away.

The General looks up as they fly past the borders of the State and into Doja and smiles. “You made the right choice Simon.”

Barbanks, Windsor The Empire of Bellum Perfero- “Judgment Day- The Finale.”

“Citadel, this is Jindar here. I am almost in range of the Perferian Parliament. Are the Wesser aircraft out of range? Over.” there is slight static from the transmission.

“Roger, we read you loud and clear. Yes they are. Once you’ve gotten into range simply drop the bomb, and for God’s sake get out of there. That’s a 70 kiloton nuclear bomb you’ve got. The blast will be incredible. Over.” mission control responds with.

However before Jindar can respond, two Bellum Perferian fighter jets that were returning to base see him and turn around to follow him and deliver communication. “Faithian aircraft, this is Perforian Air Force X44 Ultra Sensory Stealth Jet. Requesting you stand down, and turn back. We have surrendered, the war is over. We repeat, we have surrendered, the war is over. Over.” one of the Perforiam jets sends this transmission to the F-1 of Jandar.

“I am well aware of this Perforian. Over.” Jindar replies as he comes close to the target, and opens the locked button for the nuclear weapon Love. He begins saying a prayer as he arms the weapon.

“You are still flying deep into Perforian territory, Faithian aircraft. Please turn back. Over.” Jindar nods as he receives the transmission, and finishes his prayer. “I’m afraid that’s impossible. Over.” Jindar watches the radar in his cockpit as he is 5 seconds from the target point.

“You have 3 seconds to turn back Faithian aircraft or we will be forced to take you down, over.” however Jindar does not respond.

“2… 1…” and the Perferian jets launch their missiles straight towards the USSDF F-1 Bomber.

“For love…” Jindar presses the release for the bomb, as it begins spiraling down towards the Parliament of Bellum Perfero just before he is struck with four missiles, thus destroying his craft as it bursts into flames.

As the jets pass by the falling fireball that was the USSDF F-1 Bomber they both look down as the a-bomb Love makes impact onto the streets of Barbanks, Windsor and detonates sending a huge wave of incinerating heat in everything in its path as the mushroom cloud rises taking in the two Perforian jets.

Meanwhile, in Manchester, Pavilon

“May God forgive me, and allow me to rest in peace…” Ahmed says while launching the h-bomb Peace down towards the city and the scene is one of utter destruction. The heat from the initial blast leaves a crater where the booming metropolis once stood for a radius of 200 square miles as the heat wave moves even further as the mushroom cloud settles above the city, however even Ahmed’s F-1 bomber, with new Mach 2 engine was still not fast enough to avoid the rising heat as his F-1 bomber disappears into the mushroom cloud…

OOC: to be continued. I decided to repost this anyways, since this was the initial plan with Perfero before a surrender. In my next post is The Treaty of Doja.

OOC, but has to do with IC: Let's not forget about the hundreds of ASRC aircraft running sorties 24/7 on Bellum Perfer military targets.

IC:

"Send them in, let's get this show on the road." General Hayden ordered. Like dominoes, his ordered were relayed down the chain of command and finally, the landing parties were underway. 30,000 men would hit the beachhead, while another 10,000 were airlifted in. Round trip 1 hour, it wouldnt take long for the entire 1st Army to get underway, formed up, and on the move.

Hayden looked over at Admiral Grant, both impressed by their own branch of servicemen's work. Hayden said, "I'll show them how a real general fights a battle. Humph, nuclear weapons." he shook his head, a grin on his face.
"General you are something else, you know that." Grant replied.

They stood on the bridge and watched the invasion unfold.

Onboard one of the larger landing craft, 1st Lieutenant Jake was adressing his company. "First and second platoons are going to be sweeping left with Dog company, third and fourth platoons, yall are with me up the center. Move fast, clear the beachead and get into the woodline as quickly as you can. We arent expecting resistance on the beach, but once we get inland we may run into OP4. If they're going to try anything, it's gunna be now or never. Hooah."
"Hooah!!" the mean roared.

From the secluded area
In a recorded speech, Andrellus MacMillian address the nation.

Broadcast interrupts as news channel air a recorded message:

"Hello all,
The war is so devastating. So devasting, that I have announced through memos that the Bellum Perfero Military has ended the war. I am organizing a meeting with all leaders of the nations involved. The meeting will be held in Angle, Windsor at the Social Office. The Social Officers will meet with the gentlemen and discuss the issues. I will then acknowledge the proposals and discuss the issues as well. My military is currently residing at Davidson Camp Base, Quasar. It is severely recommended that NO nation attempt to visit that land as nucular missiles will destroy any visitors. The area is secured to the highest degree. Please accept this organized meeting and remove any troops heading towards my land. Thank you."

Regular broadcast re-airs.

From the Social Office in Angle, Windsor
The Social Officers wait inside the building in the interrogation room. Police officers are outside guarding the building.

Andrellus MacMillian is patiently waiting with the Police outside of the building.

Dear MacMillian. I would like to first and foremost ask, that you refer to me by my title and rank as His Most High, The Honorable President of the United Socialist States of Delinquent Faith- Simon Kalis. We find it most ignorant of you to suggest simply paying us a mere $800 Million for the genocide of my people and destruction of my home and nation is going to suffice. At this present time MacMillian, no amount of money will ever pay off the heartbreak not only I, but my entire Nation has suffered your tyrannical hands. It has become apparent that your offers for surrender are nothing short of an insult to the memory of my dead people. However now, you must be quite sure to have felt the shockwaves and received the reports of two of your major cities which subsequently no longer exist on the map, it needed to be done. We offer the Treaty of Doja, appropriately named as such for the innocent victims your troops massacred.


Your complete and utter surrender to NATO troops.
The surrender of control of your nation, The Empire of Bellum Perfero to the United Nations until such a time peace and order is fully restored, and the atmosphere is suitable enough to ensure your people a fair and free elections.
The surrender of 90 square miles of shoreline to the Allied States of The Royal Code, with additional increments of 90 square miles of shoreline to the Allied Union of Veklkya Grand Senate, The Moral Republic of Wasser and The Democratic Republic of Kubra.
The surrender of Davidson Camp Base, Quasar to the United Nations for complete lockdown and freeze of all activities.
The payment of $25 Billion USD, or $445 Billion Delinquo’s to the United Socialist States of Delinquent Faith.
Payment of the war costs of $15 Billion USD to each nation involved: The Allied States of The Royal Code, The Allied Union of Velkya Grand Senate, The Moral Republic of Wasser and The Democratic Republic of Kubra.
An additional $5 Billion USD allocated to The Democratic Republic of Kubra for damages incurred as a result of your biological weapons attack.
The reduction of your military size to cap off at 1.2 million soldiers, air force and navy personnel in total.
The complete disarming of all weapons of mass destruction possessed by your nation including but not limited to: nuclear weapons, biological weapons and all advanced military technology. With the latter to be held until a time so decided upon by United Nations Security Council for whence your nation may once again be trusted to handle such technology, if ever again.


I apologize for the use of nuclear technology acquired from my regional allies. However, The USSDF can no longer afford this war to continue. We are keen on focusing on the reconstruction of our capital, and the clean up of the genocidal massacre your troops left behind in Piru, Doja. However we hope you find this Treaty most suitable, and are quick to act. If you so chose to continue with your campaign, we will not engage. I repeat, The USSDF will not engage. However other nations will, undoubtebly continue their campaign into your nation for this.

Sincerely,
His Most High, The Honorable President of The United Socialist States of Delinquent Faith
Simon Kalis

"General Hayden sir, a telegram for you." the messenger said. Hayden took the notice, and read it.

"Whats the news General?" Admiral Grant asked.

"Seems that Bellum Perfero wants to host a peace conference..."

"Shall we send a-" Grant was cut off.

"No, no, I think i'll talk to their leaders once we get to the capital, the army that is. If they think we came here without missile interception systems, they were drastically mistaken. Rogue nations have tried to nuke us before, and look at them, now surfing in our orbit of colonial power. Frankly we don't have the funds to make this place another colony. Besides, with all the damage to this beuatiful shoreline, what privateer would want it now? Furthermore-" a low-flying squadren of R-F/A-18's flew overhead, their afterburners booming the fleet with a sonic boom. "Furthermore, I think we will decide when to attend a peace meeting."

Hayden looked at the beach, only 5 miles away. The Navy beachmasters were directing beach traffic expertly. 100,000 men underway thus far and making haste to set up a huge perimter.

"It's amazing," Hayden said, "what some nations are capable of. Look at us, I havent seen this kind of coordination since the seperatist movement."

"These are hard times General."

"When I return to the Arterus islands, I will be a much wealtheir man, and so will you Admiral."

U.S.S. Markham Briefing Room No. 5, Carrier Battle Group Angeles, 1800 hours

Alright, men, listen up. This mission is high priority.

The ten pilots casually sat in their chairs, listening to the air controller brief them on their up-coming mission. All from different backgrounds, different races, but all unified in their goal. In front of them sat a map of Bellum Perfero, with their current position and the position of their target, Davidson Camp Base, marked as Point Delta on the map. The stout air controller spoke up again, as he pointed to different areas of the map.

Bellum forces continue to make threats to the world, despite their obvious lack of reason and tactical skill. It is with this mindset that Fleet Command has authorized a strike against Bellum forces at massed at Point Delta, using standoff range submunitions dispensers. These will launch submunitions capable of homing on IR signals, destorying any enemy vehicles within a kilometer of release. Team A, consisting of four MR-4Bs armed with six SODs apiece, will penetrate at high speed and low altitude to avoid enemy RADAR coverage, while Team B, consisting of ISF-12Hs, will fly top cover and intercept any enemy aircraft threatening the success of the operation.

Upon successful completion of the mission, you are to return to base. A AUSDF satellite will make a flyover and report the results of the strike. Should the strike fail to knock out the base, another will be launched a short time later. The operation starts at 2000 hours, dismissed.

The pilots, shuffled out, and shortly afterwards, ten aircraft left the safety of their mother carrier, proceeding towards the mainland. Behind them, a RADAR airship of the fleet scanned for hundreds of miles in front of them, watching for any threats as they approached their target.

U.S.S. Markham Briefing Room No. 5, Carrier Battle Group Angeles, 1800 hours

Alright, men, listen up. This mission is high priority.

The ten pilots casually sat in their chairs, listening to the air controller brief them on their up-coming mission. All from different backgrounds, different races, but all unified in their goal. In front of them sat a map of Bellum Perfero, with their current position and the position of their target, Davidson Camp Base, marked as Point Delta on the map. The stout air controller spoke up again, as he pointed to different areas of the map.

Bellum forces continue to make threats to the world, despite their obvious lack of reason and tactical skill. It is with this mindset that Fleet Command has authorized a strike against Bellum forces at massed at Point Delta, using standoff range submunitions dispensers. These will launch submunitions capable of homing on IR signals, destorying any enemy vehicles within a kilometer of release. Team A, consisting of four MR-4Bs armed with six SODs apiece, will penetrate at high speed and low altitude to avoid enemy RADAR coverage, while Team B, consisting of ISF-12Hs, will fly top cover and intercept any enemy aircraft threatening the success of the operation.

Upon successful completion of the mission, you are to return to base. A AUSDF satellite will make a flyover and report the results of the strike. Should the strike fail to knock out the base, another will be launched a short time later. The operation starts at 2000 hours, dismissed.

The pilots, shuffled out, and shortly afterwards, ten aircraft left the safety of their mother carrier, proceeding towards the mainland. Behind them, a RADAR airship of the fleet scanned for hundreds of miles in front of them, watching for any threats as they approached their target.

Your approach should be pretty clear. The enemy should be mostly blind by now with thier lack of operational radar stations. You will have to take a southern approach because the two of us who have our fleets at shoreside have enforced a no-fly zone. Only by passing on either flank can you get in. The 6th and 7th Royal Air Forces are running sorties 24/7 on the northern side, which leaves only the southern flank as your entry.

From the Social Office in Angle, Windsor
Andrellus MacMillian reads a letter given by a Social Officer, sent from Simon Kalis, the President of the USSDF.

Andrellus is shocked.

"Wow, the amount of money they desire is a little too much in my opinion. I'll offer to discuss this further as they arrive. Speaking of which, they seem to be taking a little longer than expected. I surrendered, what more would they like?" MacMillian states.

Dave Fisher, secretary for the Social Office of Windsor notes, "Did you read about the military? If you surrender, you'll possibly be arrested meaning a new leader will come in place. I don't think removing the military would be safe for us. I mean, terrorism is indeed a huge factor in the world and you should make sure you do what is best for the nation."

"That is what I am doing, am I not? I am surrendering so the nation and innocent civilians don't get slaughtered. I can't believe Mr. Kalis accused me of slaughtering innocent civilians of his, they all FOUGHT BACK." Mr. MacMillian says as he begins to get upset.

He continues, "Our troops would not have done anything to the civilians unless they attacked the troops and they did so."

"Well, I believe we should pay what ever is possible, and you shall resign." Dave Fisher suggests.

"Yes, I will possibly have to." MacMillian agrees.

OOC: Where is your capital in reference to your shorline? Where have you positioned your military personnel. I'm not looking for a fight persay, but if you've surrendered, you wouldnt be hiding your military forces, and they should be easily spot-able by satallite or recon aircraft. What is the population of your capital city?

Approaching Bellum Coastline, 2133 hours

"Alright, we've reached Point Alpha. All strike units, descend to operational altitude."

The four sleek MR-4B naval strike fighters began to pitch down towards the sea, as their six Sturmfalke escorts remained in formation, their weapons prepared for release at any moment. Within minutes, they would be over Bellum territory, within striking distance of the base. RADAR coverage had reported no enemy bandits rising to contest the force, and intelligence from allied forces in the area supported the notion that there would be none to speak of for the remainder of the mission.

"All presant and accounted for sir," Lt. General Hines reported.

"Very good General, take em' to the capital." Hayden ordered.

"Yes sir." He saluted.

He walked over to his command tank and strapped on his COM equipment.
"All units, now here this: this is Lieutenant General Hines, by order of General Hayden, the 1st Royal Army is to move out and secure a perimeter around the capital city. All units...move out. Out."

Then he said, "Ok driver, let's go."

And just like that, the 1st Royal Army was underway. A skirmish line a hundred miles wide and moving as fast as the terriain allowed.

General Hayden, now on the hillsides overlooking the beach found his own command tank.

"Let's move boys." He ordered.
"Yes sir!" they replied as they scrambled to their stations.

OOC: The United Nations has no rules on the proliferation of Nuclear Weapons in this game. Also NATO here is the New Alliance Treaty Organization which doesn't really do anything but support each other. My storyline for this PMT world has the United States collapsing into various city-states and NATO falling thanks to a stagnant Europe.

Shelled Coastline of Bellum Perfero, 1 AM

The sound of fans roared through the night as hovercrafts began to land and deploy light armoured vehicles. BMP-3s and BTR-130s began to land. An entire battalion (1000) special operators were moving in. Infrared LASER beams moved around, the IR googles the spec ops were wearing allowed them to see the spots. Those who the spec ops spotted were told to get down and drop the weapon. If they didn't comply they would be shot. By the time that the special operators had secured a coastline the main invasion force consisting of 2 Divisions of Marine forces would land.

NATO arresting force

As the president talked Mi-28 Havok helicopters and Mi-2 Gunships and Mi-2 Hoplite Transports appeared on the horizon. A rapid response force consisting of the 4th Marine Brigade (4500 troops) was coming rapidly. Soon F-44 interceptors flew over and the helicopters began to land. The gunships remained in the air, their ATGMs and dumbfire missiles aimed at NATO forces. A Mi-171, a VIP transport helicopter landed and a man wearing a Gray Suit came out.

"You are to hand over the President, he is a hero to this nation and if we recall the UN has no real rules on nuclear proliferation. Besides, would NATO not respond with nuclear weapons if they were attacked with biological weapons?"

Diplomatic security forces, wearing extremely heavy armour carrying KF11 rifles with all the tactical equipment also descended. An IR feed of the president had detected a significant challenge. A LASER directional microphone helped to hear what was going on and a rapid response force which was making its way to contacting and supporting the president was given a new mission.

OOC: Oh okay, my bad. I'm still learning :(, I've read some FAQs but not all so my bad.

Moskau City, Kalidonia USSDF- "NATO Arrives"

As we come down to the scene we see around 1000 NATO troops have landed down on the outskirts of Moskau City, Kalidonia and are heading for the war ravaged city. From the distance we can see the destroyed Parliament building, and we can also see the wreckage and smoke billowing up from the ground near the vicinity of Bellum Perfero's nuclear suitcase bomb attack on the city.

Piru, Doja USSDF-"Weapons Confiscation"

The majority of NATO troops arrive at Piru, Doja. Around the city we can see USSDF troops and Kubra aid workers still trying to figure out how to deal with the massive amounts of dead bodies scattered across the city. At the Piruian Airport we can see where the United Nations airbus planes have come down and landed, and in close vicinity of this we see wehre USSDF soldiers whom aren't helping in the clean up effort are walking up to a pile of weapons one by one in orderly fashion and dumping their ANB-50 into the pile, as the advanced weapons are confiscated by the United Nations.

Back in the city, NATO troops begin to move out across the border and into the State of Pavilon, Bellum Perfero where they are met with President Simon Kalis as he prepares to board a convoy of military HumVee's heading for Angle, Windsor.

"President Simon Kalis," one member of the NATO task force yells as they approach the convoy, "you are under arrest for war crimes against humanity."

The NATO troops lift up their standard M-16 rifles and continue walking forward with all guns pointed towards the President, while the USSDF troops with The President raise their AK-47 rifles, having given up the more advanced ANB-50.

"I had a feeling this would happen. Was it the nukes?" President Kalis asks as he motions for his troops to put their weapons down as he walks forward, with his hands raised in the air.

"Yes. You know you illegally acquired those weapons and have broken the specific rules of the United Nations concerning nuclear weapons and their proliferation." the NATO commander responds.

President Kalis gets down on his knees as the NATO troops surround him, before lifting him back up and disarming him of the weapons he has on him.

"I did what I felt, and still feel was right." the President replies. He turns to his troops and raises three fingers, and they all nod at this and continue getting on with their convoy, but not before they all stand to attention, and salute President Kalis for possibly the final time.

"What did you tell them? Are you not pulling your troops back?" the NATO commander asks as he places President Kalis in cuffs.

"No, they are heading with Ambassador Mitchell to the Bellum Perfero and are going to finalize the Treaty of Doja for peace," he says, "I assume a NATO convoy will follow suit?" he finishes and inquires.

"Yes, of course."

President Kalis is taken back across the border a few feet away as the USSDF convoy bound for Angle, Windsor Bellum Perfero heads out.

OOC: I didn't finish reading Leaf's post, so I figured since he came in IC to help bail out The President of the USSDF, I'll repost this. Sorry for the confusion, it's late so yeah. lmao. I'm such a newwwwb. :rolleyes: (for now)

OOC: Velkya, butting into a pre-arranged RP to wave your e-peen around is really low.

Ruins of Moskau City, State of Kalidonia USSDF- “Not Done Yet.”

After having been in a sense, rescued by Leafanistan forces President Simon Kalis has finally returned to Moskau City, the war torn and nuclear suitcase bombed capital of his once up and coming nation. President Kalis steps out of the USSDF S-6 Blue Tiger Military Helicopter and is greeted by the 1000 USSDF troops in the city, with cheers and salutes. He smiles, saluting the soldiers back with a look of distinct pride on his face. He prepares himself for a small speech to be delivered.

“Soldiers, men, women, brothers and sisters, fathers and mothers. You all represent everything this great nation stands for. Stands for, yes! We are STILL standing!”

President Kalis looks on with continued pride as the soldiers cheer and clap.

“We stand here today, by choice. We stand here today because there is still GOOD in THIS world in the form of our aiding allies!” President Kalis begins clapping himself and nodding as do the troops, chanting their own “Hoorah!” for all the Allied Nations in this war effort.

“Now, I know… Our economy was poor at best, and while we all saw how fast it was growing unfortunately this war has set us back. The actions of another have set us back years. We do not have, the best trained army in the world. Nor do we have the best technology or weapons. But what we have and Bellum Perfero does NOT have… We have HONOR! We have national PRIDE! We have the LOVE of our neighbors, our family and our friends. We most importantly, have our LIVES! And we will NOT surrender until they’ve killed us all!” the President moves forward now closer to the troops, while gazing the damage of Moskau City.

“Moskau City may be ruins. She may be destroyed by the nuclear bomb placed in our nation by the cowardly Perferian troops. However, her memory will remain in our hearts. And New Moskau will be born from the ashes! Those lost in Piru, Doja WILL be remembered! We will rebuild, Piru will be strong again! IT WILL BE REBORN FROM THE ASHES! FOR WE ARE A PHEONIX NATION! KILLING OUR MEN, WOMEN AND CHILDREN WILL ONLY AWAKEN THE DORMANT BEAST THAT LAYS WITHIN EACH OF US ALL!!” President Kalis proclaims, breathing heavily as some of the soldiers begin shooting their AK-47 rifles in the air.

“Now, now… I know. I haven’t been the best leader in this conflict. I haven’t made the best decisions. In hindsight perhaps more military spending was needed, however we could not expect to be attacked so callously and unprovoked. We were a peace loving nation, but THEY mistook it for weakness! And now, we prepare our march into Bellum Perfero. I want ALL of you,” the President pauses for a moment calling over a troop to the front line whom has a small digital camera recording the President’s historical speech

“Yes! Send the video to all across our nation! I want you all to take tonight to pray with your loved ones, feast with your loved ones and make love all night until dawn with your spouses!” to which the loudest cheers can be heard from the troops, with the accompanying laughter of President Kalis.

“We are not out of this yet! God Bless The Disputed Territories of Leafanistan! God Bless The Moral Republic of Wasser! God Bless The Allied Union of Veklkya Grand Senate! God Bless The Democratic Republic of Kubra! AND GOD BLESS THE UNITED SOCIALIST STATES OF DELINQUENT FAITH!” President Simon Kalis screams, and finally the loudest and longest chorus of cheers and jubilation from the troops at ground zero of Moskau City. President Kalis points to the destroyed Parliament building, as one of the soldiers has finished climbing up, and places a new and fresh flag of the USSDF atop the ruins, before turning towards the President and giving a thumbs up. The President now gets into formation, standing tall and saluting the flag along with every other soldier, side by side his troops.

“Let the Nation know! I am not gone! And tomorrow, we send the first wave into Bellum Perfero!”

OOC: Velkya, butting into a pre-arranged RP to wave your e-peen around is really low.

OOC: Ah Perfero nor I minded any nations joining in at all. Plus we weren't specific as to whether it was open or not, so it's all good really. But I appreciate where you're coming from. Cheers.

OOC: Bellum Perfero still need some info here about the status of your military. Disbanded, decomed, still fighting, positioned where if they've layed down arms, what's the deal. And the location of your capital.

OOC: Aight royal code, read below, I'll explain for you.

IC:

While Andrellus MacMillian waits at the Social Office in Angle, Windsor, the 1 million troops are located at Davidson Camp Base, Quasar along with the NTABF. The Elite Squad is with the leader, Andrellus MacMillian.

The troops have obeyed MacMillian so far, in not launching attacks.

OOC: Capital is Barbanks, Windsor as stated before. Location is dead center of Bellum Perfero.

Angle, Windsor Bellum Perfero- “President Kalis Arrives.”

The USSDF S-6 Blue Tiger Military Helicopter carrying President Simon Kalis of The USSDF comes down upon the Helipad above the Social Offices of Bellum Perfero in Angle, Windsor. President Simon Kalis steps out from the back escorted by two BIA Agents wearing all black from head to toe with their AK-47 rifles in hand as they nod to Angle City police who escort them inside the building for the meeting with MacMillian.

From the Social Office in Angle, Windsor
Andrellus MacMillian and Simon Kalis shake hands.

"Hello, sir, nice to meet you." MacMillian says while grinning.

"I can't say the same," Mr. Kalis says. "you've killed my people...my economy...my nation."

Simon Kalis looks at several paintings. The two armed agents with Kalis move directly to the side as ordered by several Social Officers. Once they do so, Mr. MacMillian speaks.

"Well, sit down sir." MacMillian states.

Mr. Kalis nods and sits.

"I'm not going to talk to you about the proposal." Mr. MacMillian states.

Simon Kalis' eyebrow raises. "What are you saying?" he asks.

"My main goal throughout my life was to rid the world of terrorists. While I introduce and carry out Operation VIEWER for my people, you decide to intervene. Who seems to be the terrorist?" Mr. MacMillian asks with a slight frown.

The plain white walls in the room made it feel like the winter when Andrellus' father died from a car accident while bringing home the gift Andrellus has always wanted.

The room suddenly became silent and both men grew cold and stiff as if they were no longer breathing. The Social Officers looked at the BIA agents that are protecting Mr. Kalis.

"Open the door gentlemen." MacMillian orders two Social Officers who are directly positioned in front of a door painted intriguely well, you'd swear it was wooden.

The Social Officers open the door and in comes William Condsor with a HK 51 A3 308(very intense machine gun) and proceeds to shoot both BIA agents across the room into little pieces. Simon Kalis gets up, cold...shocked...afraid.

William Condsor reloads a clip and aims at Simon Kalis.

As Mr. Kalis looks at the gory bodies of two of his BIA agents he says, "You all are the REAL terrorists!"

Mr. MacMillian grins, "If so, then why are you going to die?"

Mr. Kalis quickly reaches into his holster and grabs his Magnum Research Desert Eagle XIX 44 Mag, 6 Inch, Titanium Gold, 8rd in almost half of a second and points it at Andrellus MacMillian.

"DROP THE WEAPON OR FACE THE CONSEQUENCE OF DEATH!!" Condsor demands angrily.

Mr. MacMillian uses a move he learned growing up, he grabs the wrist of Mr. Kalis and turns it right while using his left fist to punch Mr. Kalis in the left eye. The Desert Eagle drops, Mr. Kalis gets up.

The two men stare at each other, face to face, nose to nose, eye to eye as Mr. MacMillian points the weapon directly in the center of Mr. Kalis' forehead.

"I see your tactics Andrellus... But to paraphrase one of my idols... What are you waiting for, coward? Shoot!" Kalis smirks. "You're only killing a man!"

William Condsor lowers his head as the sound of a bullet and a body dropping doesn't quite go together with him very well.

"You just didn't listen."

OOC: Yeah, okay. You know man we WERE supposed to end the war after you got "n00ked". and I know you want to continue it so I let this happen, but really. There's no turning back now, and you've already spent a lot of money with that SubGhost stuff. And I'm pretty sure since you've assassinated the leader of my nation now that there will be no chance of peace, but both our militaries aren't realistically going to be able to keep this going forever and the costs alone to JUST to rebuild your 2 cities are going to be tremendous, not to mention the reperations you'll have to pay out to myself and the rest of the nations. lol, so we gotta think of how this is going to end realistically speaking.

Piru, Doja The USSDF- “Crimson Alert.”

General Mehdi can be seen nodding, as tears roll down his eyes as he speaks on his secure line telephone in the makeshift headquarters. Colonel Zuniga can be seen in the room as well as Brigadier General Jonathan Wilkes. “I understand…” General Mehdi sighs and hangs up the phone. He lowers his head, sobbing.

“Permission to speak, sir!” Colonel Zuniga requests.

“Yes… Yes, go ahead son.” Mehdi replies.

“What has happened General? What is the word of The President? Has the talks been successful, the treaty signed? Is the war over, General?” Colonel Zuniga asks.

General Mehdi turns around, his eyes red from the tears as he hiccups, wiping his face and lowering his head. “President Kalis has been assassinated. The President is dead… The hidden camera in the President’s medals which he wore on his old General’s uniform, they showed the slaughter of his armed guards that were sent with him. And then they showed Andrellus MacMillian turn The President’s own weapon on him. I’m sorry… General Wilkes, Colonel Zuniga… Our entire government has ceased to exist. Our people in this city slaughtered, our capital nuked... We are going to Crimson Military Alert, the highest possible past Red.” General Mehdi regretfully says as he walks over, very wobbly, to his desk and plops himself down and leaning his head back as tears continue to roll down his face.

“General, we will NOT give up!” Brig. General Wilkes says as he walks over to the 4 Star General Mehdi.

“We are leaderless. Our economy is on the brink of complete collapse, can we truly afford this? If we allow other nations to save us we will be in their debt for decades to come.” General Mehdi points out.

“Do you remember what The President said? We shall never give up!” Brig. General Wilkes yells triumphantly with confidence.

“I agree with General Wilkes, sir! We cannot give up! We must fight for Moskau! We must fight for those who perished here in Piru! And we must fight for our fallen President!” Colonel Zuniga says, before his eyes widen realizing he’s spoken out of turn.

General Mehdi’s eyes open once more, and he looks towards Brigadier General Wilkes.

“Then give me the status of our defense. How many soldiers do we have?” General Mehdi asks.

“Well sir, the report initially said most of our population was suited up however there were discrepancies in this. Our army size is a good 3% of our total population, so around 360,000 people. We’ve got a healthy 100,000 troops here in Piru, and another 160,000 at The 59 Citadel Fort which we can mobilize to reach Piru within 12 hours providing all goes well with the organization of the troops, considering the Fort is 100 miles from Piru. We have the final 100,000 troops scattered across the nation enforcing the Martial Law that has been put into place since the beginning of the war. However our reserves come into 120,000 additional troops. In total we have 320,000 troops we can send in to Bellum Perfero however you know we cannot send our entire army in.” Brig. General Wilkes informs Mehdi.

“I understand. And Colonel, what of the reports of rioting and protests in the State of Roflus?” asks General Mehdi.

“Well sir these reports just came in this morning. Overnight there were fire bombings using Molotov cocktails on businesses across the entire State of Roflus as a growing number of citizens there are calling for a secession from the Union. There were mass protests during the day yesterday as well around Doja as you know calling for the same, however unlike in Roflus the curfew here in Doja is being respected and the protests remain peaceful at this time.” says Colonel Zuniga, delivering his report on what seems to be growing discontent with the Union of Socialist States.

“Okay gentlemen. This nation is in trouble. We are breaking from the seams. We have to keep the population calm, we have to ask the people to hold their concerns until the war is over. Now Wilkes, I want you to gather the new Tiger Brigades 1 through 5 in this city. Take these 50,000 troops and lead them into Bellum Perfero. We are to take The State of Pavilon. I will call for an additional 70,000 troops from the Citadel Fort in Roycedanikstan.” General Mehdi begins.

“I suspect the majority of Bellum’s troops remain at the Davidson Camp Base in the State of Quasar. I’ve heard intelligent reports that almost all MacMillian’s army is there. I want you to call Air Force General Olen. Inform him to utilize the Phoenix Force and prepare 20% of our F-3 Phoenix Class Fighter Jets for war. Tell him to try and hurry with the autopilot systems for our older F-1 models, and prepare 20% of all available F-1’s for a special mission. Just tell him it is Operation Eagle, he will understand what I mean. We are defenseless at our seas considering our complete lack of any Navy; however our aiding nations have that covered. You’re a good speaker, Wilkes. Motivate the troops. How many people know The President is dead?” General Mehdi inquires.

“Only the top intelligence officials, and us sir. The word of his assassination has been kept tightly under wraps in fear of our troops losing their motivation from his speech just yesterday.” Brig. General Wilkes shakes his head.

“Okay. We will not lie to our people. We also do not want our troops walking into Bellum Perfero with murderous intentions upon innocent civilians. So we will not tell them yet, but we won’t tell them he lives.”

General Mehdi nods, and then he looks to Colonel Zuniga.

“All we have now is our AK-47’s?” he asks.

“Yes sir. We’ve also got Bridgeport Thompsons 1928A1’s however, they are very, very outdated and are kept stockpiled. I do not think we will need them.” he says.

“No, when we send in our second and third waves of troops we will equip them with it regardless. However we’re sending the first 5 brigades immediately. So get strapped up, Colonel. It’s time to show them what we’ve got.”

And so, The USSDF’s first 50,000 troops prepare to move into Bellum Perfero.

OOC: Military sizes are strictly limited to 5% of your total population bellum.

General Hayden asked, "How far to the capital?"

"20 miles sir." a soldier replied.

"Ok, 1st Division, you take to the capital while I take 2nd and 3rd divisions to Davidson Camp Base to 'negotiate' with their troops. Division commanders, you both have 48 hours. Let's get it done chaps."

"Yes sir!"
"Yes sir!"

Again, the army was moving, with navy and air force planes screaming overhead non-stop. Rather it be the Tornado attack fighters or the high flying R-5 bombers, the destrutive potential of the air and ground forces would be overwhelming.

Message courtesy of Kurbanai messaging service.

Bellum Pefero,
Kubra would be most pleased to send in an ambassador to discuss the terms of your ending of the war. We need only oyur authorization and we may send someone.

Message courtesy of Kurbanai messaging service.

Bellum Pefero,
Kubra would be most pleased to send in an ambassador to discuss the terms of your ending of the war. We need only oyur authorization and we may send someone.

OOC: I don't think that'd be a good idea lol. If you read Bellum's last post, he set it up and assassinated The President of the USSDF.

And OOC to Royal Code: That's why I limited my military size to 3% of my pop, plus another 1% of my pop for reserves.

OOC to DF: Yeah, that's why i told Bellum that. A 7 million pop nation can't have an army of 1 million lol.

OOC: I don't think that'd be a good idea lol. If you read Bellum's last post, he set it up and assassinated The President of the USSDF.

And OOC to Royal Code: That's why I limited my military size to 3% of my pop, plus another 1% of my pop for reserves. OOC: I know, but I have a special plan.

OOC: Velkya, butting into a pre-arranged RP to wave your e-peen around is really low.

OOC: Butting into a RP where I'm involved (at no contest to the others, mind you) is simply mean-spirited and shows that you want to simply make an ass out of me, and don't actually care about the RP. And besides, I've sent only a carrier battle group for a reason.

Edit: Oh yes, Bellum, is there any contest to the approaching airstrike?

OOC: I know, but I have a special plan.

OOC: Oh okay, sounds good then.

OOC: Oh okay, sounds good then. Not going to mention it, I wish it to be a suprise. Let's just say I don't intend for the ambassador to leave alive.

Unknown Small Town, Pavilon in the Empire of Bellum Perfero- “A Small Victory”

The local police force are out in force, as on the horizon a small convoy of USSDF troops comes speeding down the newly paved cement road through the very beautiful scenery, filled with lush and beautiful trees and plentiful of natural life from the south. The local police can be seen in the town square, of what seems like a town big enough for around 600 people, preparing their ammunitions, which seem to consist of nothing more than their regular police issue Berettas and a few shotguns.

Inside one of the military hummer’s, the Brigadier General Wilkes can be seen sitting in the passenger side, with a suspicious looking briefcase in front of him. 200 meters outside the city the convoy comes to a halt and Brig. General Wilkes hands the briefcase to the driver to keep secure. He steps out of the vehicle, as ahead in the small town square the police officers, left defenseless with the Bellum National Army elsewhere in the nation raises their weapons. From another H2 Hummer steps a young Private with a loud speakerphone, and hands it to the General.

“People of Bellum Perfero! This is Brigadier General Jonathan Wilkes of the United Socialist States of Delinquent Faith’s Armed Forces. Lay down your weapons into an pile in front of you, take a step 200 meters back with your hands raised and you will not be hurt. I repeat, lay down your weapons and put your hands up, you will not be harmed.” he says through the speakerphone, however one of the police officers opens fire and the two bullets that come shooting towards Wilkes merely hit the Hummer. Brigadier General ducks and jumps back into the armored vehicle, grabbing a secure communications telephone. The police force now run into the abandoned stores in the town square for cover, as the civilians have left to hide in their homes.

“This is Brigadier General Wilkes… Yes, send in the reinforcements.” he says calmly to the other person on the other end of the line.

Within moments, more armored vehicles and a few small tanks come rolling through from the East and West flanking the town, save from the North. However overheard we can hear the sound of numerous helicopters, as three USSDF S-7 Red Tiger Military Helicopters loom overhead, with gunners hanging out of the sides. They make their approach and begin to hover over the Northern entrance of the town, thus completely flanking the small town and leaving no route of escape.

General Wilkes smiles confidently as his convoy begins its move forward into the town coming at a stop 50 meters from the entrance. The two armored White Rhino USSDF tanks continue to move forward however, as they roll into the exact center of the small town. A few people in the small, Victorian style homes a few streets down look out their windows waving white flags to the soldiers inside the tanks. 5 soldiers from the East, West and South ends of the town come running in with their AK-47’s loaded and ready to fire. A few police officers begin firing upon the White Rhino tanks, however unsure if there are civilians in the building the tanks remain still as to ensure minimal damage and no collateral damage.

“Yes this is Long Tusk White Rhino 1 here, we’re taking some light fire over here. Are you guys just sleeping out there?” one of the soldiers in the tanks getting shot at says.

However as a small conversation between him and another soldier ensues as the 5 soldiers from the West get into one of the vacant buildings and head for the rooftop. They set up two teams of snipers quickly, and steadily aim their crosshairs into the store windows looking for any of the hostiles. Now 5 soldiers from the West do the same as more police officers from an Eastern building fire upon the tanks, trying as they might to damage however the armored White Rhino tanks remain practically unscathed by the barrage of bullets.

The Southern 5 move up to the sides of the buildings, splitting into two groups heading to the Eastern and Western buildings for cover. One of the soldiers grabs a smoke grenade and chucks it into the Western shop as it explodes open with a burst of choking smoke. We can hear the coughing and stumbling of some of the police officers inside that building, as four of them run out and begin trying to open fire at any soldiers in front of them. While the soldiers on the ground have no view of those four, the snipers on the roof however do.

“I got the fucker,” one troop says and fires a single shot into one of the police officers heads. “HELL YEAH!” the soldier laughs, in a sense disturbingly gleefully but understandable under what the USSDF has experienced from Bellum Perfero. The sniper next to him quickly follows suit, and another officer is taken out. The snipers on the other side also take a shot, and a third police officer quickly drops. However in the opposite building, a police officer with a shotgun runs out during the fray and fires up at the snipers haplessly. A soldier from the South steps and opens fire with his AK-47 mowing down the officer with a shotgun, but not before as the officer falls he lets off one last shot with his shotgun hitting the soldier in the arm.

The young Private collapses screaming holding his arm, as his comrades run to him. One soldier runs to grab him while 1 soldier on each Eastern and Western side offer cover by firing into the fledgling smoke taking out the final and fourth officer who ignorantly ran outside to escape the smoke.

Brigadier General Jonathan Wilkes merely stands outside once again taking in the fresh air of the countryside. “I told them to surrender…” he says, sighing.

As the soldiers were expecting the seemingly small police force of 30 men to continue fighting, after viewing what just happened, two white flags from the two stores the police officers ran into appear waving. Their weapons begin being thrown out amongst the five dead bodies of their fellow officers, and they step out with their hands up waving the white flags.

Brig. General Wilkes gets on the speakerphone once more.

“Thank you. As you can see it’s much safer not to resist. Men, put your weapons down. Escort these gentlemen to the police station and place them in the jail cells.” orders the General as he begins walking forward into town with a smile on his face. The convoy behind him moves forward for a few meters before taking their final formation, the armored Hummers surrounding the Southern entrance. The three helicopters overhead land just outside the Northern section of the town. One of the soldiers’ runs up to the very center of the town where a flag pole shows the waving flag of the Empire of Bellum Perfero and takes it down. He instead, replaces it with the flag of the USSDF and rises it up before saluting it as it waves effortlessly in the breeze. He takes the Bellum Perfero flag and pulls out a zippo lighter setting it ablaze and waving the burning flag before dropping it on the ground and watching it crumple in the fire, laughing joyfully at the easy victory.

Colonel Zuniga steps out of the convoy and approaches Brig. General Wilkes.

“Sir, are we really going to be seeing these kinds of defenses?” he inquires.

The General laughs, turning to him and nodding. “This is what happens when you keep your entire army in one place and have no idea how to strategize. The nation is defenseless. This small city is but a small victory in a grander scale. We’ll be moving out soon, leaving a small troupe of soldiers behind to oversee these people, make sure they’ve got clean water, power, food and what have you. They’ll be happy to be apart of a nation that doesn’t kill innocent people.” he smiles.

“So, you’re saying…”

“That is exactly what I’m saying.” the General replies, looking up at the flag of USSDF now in the town square and saluting.
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OOC: yeah Perfero agreed to me doing this, before anyone asks.

Destarny, The State of Roflus USSDF- “Civil War?”

A glimpse around what has thus far been a relatively protected part of The United Socialist States of Delinquent Faith in Destarny, Roflus seems to be erupting with violence from civilians. We can see inside the town’s city hall there is a small fire raging inside as crazed citizens throw Molotov cocktails through windows. A number of citizens have also apparently broken into an old military storage warehouse on the outskirts of town and stolen a number of out-dated rifles, the Bridgeport Thompsons 1928A1’s and are opening fire on the local police force as the protesting has quickly turned unto violence. 10,000 USSDF troops begin to march throughout the city to quell the violence. It remains to be seen if it will.

Vishiss, The State of Doja- “Civil Unrest?”

50,000 civilians march through downtown Vishiss holding up signs of protest and condemnation of the current war, as well as condemnation of how the President has handled it. Many of the signs are also showing support for the secession of Doja from the Union of Socialist States. Up until this point it’s remained peaceful, however another 10,000 USSDF troops have been dispatched to guard the city from violence as the weak police force cannot handle it. However, now we can see an argument breaking out in the crowd, and one of the two men pulls out his hunting knife and stabs the other. And within mere moments a giant brawl breaks out in the crowd as USSDF troops move into the crowd pepper spraying those who are acting with lewd careless violence, before one of the USSDF troops gets attacked and stabbed in the neck. Another troop sees this and opens fire upon three civilians with his AK-47 rifle, as protesters begin to scatter with the gunfire.

New Moskau, Kalidonia The USSDF- “The New Leader?”

“Yes, I’ve gotten the reports.” an electronically altered voice says. “I understand very well what this could mean. Announce the President’s death immediately. Interrupt all television stations’ regular programming with the secure government emergency transmission line. The result will either be the re-unification of the Nation or aid in it’s downfall. However I am going to safely bet on the former, rather than the latter. I do not deal in negatives.” he finishes as the transmission cuts.

*Emergency Broadcast Brought To You By The USSDF Government.*

“Good evening, ladies and gentlemen of these United Socialist States. As most of us know, our dear President, His Most High, The Honorable Simon Kalis had personally gone into Bellum Perfero to meet their leader, Mr. Andrellus MacMillian.” an unknown reporter begins. He is wearing a special golden lined, white colored Armani suit similar to the style the President himself wore.

“It is, with great sadness that we are forced to announce that the meeting for diplomatic talks was nothing more than a rouse to trap President Kalis. It is with deeper sadness, and extreme regret that was publicly announce to the world that President Simon Kalis was assassinated by Andrellus MacMillian, killed with a single gun shot wound to the skull.” the reporter sighs, lowering his head with sadness.

“It was via a hidden camera in one of the President’s prestigious war models from his service to this great nation as a soldier and eventually, General that the BIA(Bigfoot Intelligence Agency, aptly named after the USSDF’s national animal) had placed to have a birds eye view of the proceedings. It was within two standard hours that USSDF troops were mobilized and sent into Bellum Perfero, where it is reported that thus far two small towns in the State of Pavilon have come under USSDF control.”

“We urge everyone to remain calm, and as we further find out information we will be sure to tell our glorious public what we know as it comes in. God Bless you all, good night.”

OOC: My army has 600,000 troops then to comply with the rules, my fault. I'm too lazy to edit all my other posts lol. I will reply shortly to the storyline, I'm reading the posts now.

From the Social Office in Angle, Windsor

"Take me back to the secluded area for hiding. We need to re-strategize what we will do." says MacMillian.

"Pavilon is being taken over. We must initate up to 50,000 troops armed with our advanced weaponry to take care of the USSDF troops." Condsor notes.

"We will deal with that once we reach our destination point." MacMillian replies while nodding.

"Here sir, don't forget your watch." Martin Ramirez, a police officer, says as he hands over the custom fit platinum watch passed down from the father of MacMillian.

"Thank you sir." MacMillian says while smiling.

The entire Elite Squad which contains 500 agents, escort the leader to the secluded area. They stay with the leader to protect him.

The secluded area
The entire area is guarded by the Elite Squad. Andrellus MacMillian is on his phone.

"Send 10,000 troops to protect Pavilon. That's all we need to send. Our guns are enough to rid the USSDF troops from our land." states MacMillian.

As Andrellus hangs up grinning, there is a knock at the ceiling door which is the entry gate.

Andrellus' eyebrow raises as he signals for silence and William Condsor slowly makes his way towards the door.

400 of the 500 Elite Squad agents are at the back of the "house" holding their guns. Some have an M-134, some have an Inland M2 Carbine Para-trooper and the others hav a standard Ingram. The other one hundred are all lined up towards the front entrance with shotguns in their hands and pistols in their holsters. Andrellus MacMillian is holding a silenced 9MM pistol.

William Condsor opens the door slowly as he is climbing the ladder.

The Secluded Area, Bellum Perfero- “Checkmate”

The forested area outside the large mansion-like complex where Andrellus MacMillian has eluded the USSDF and Her Allies for so long comes into sight. There are about 100 BIA agents surrounding the entire house from all sides, hiding using the natural scene as their cover. They can be seen to us however, all wearing full body armor from head to toe, including bullet proof helmets. Their only weak point the face point, with their faces covered in black masks covering their mouths and noses. Their leader makes a hand motion to some of the agents. A group of them, 20 to be exact, approach the edge of their cover and lift up the rocket launchers hoisting them up on their shoulders. 20 more behind them help load the rocket launchers as they take aim to the 100 Elite Squad soldiers guarding the entrance of the house. They all fire in unison as a surprise attack ensues, blowing up the entire front entrance and taking out all 100 Elite Squad members without a hitch. They drop their rocket launchers and lay flat down on their stomach, watching carefully for any survivors to get up. The BIA Agents pull out their ANB-50’s, obviously having kept them from the weapons confiscation done to the regular soldiers.

The 400 more Elite Squad troops in the back begin trying to radio in their comrades from the front, and a 100 of these 400 split into two groups of 50 each and head on either side of the house for the entrance carefully, to see what has happened. The 40 BIA agents from the back look on cautiously as the Elite Squad observes the forest area for any signs of life. 50 of these remaining 300 head into the house to search for and protect MacMillian incase all else fails.

The other two groups of 50 making their way onto the sides of the house get flanked as the 10 BIA Agents throw three grenades to their feet and plug their ears a loud explosion rocks them.

On the Eastern side of the house only 10 of the Elite Squad are taken down from the grenades and the others begin opening fire into the forest before preparing to throw their own grenades into the forest. Thus the 10 BIA agents on the Eastern side roll out in front of them with their ANB-50’s loaded and open fire at them. Immediately 20 more get shot down, as an explosion in the forest from the grenades they threw cause a momentary distraction for the BIA agents, and 4 of the 10 get shot at their chests numerous times. The remaining 20 Elite Squad quickly dispatch the remaining 5, but 1 more rips off his bullet proof vest to reveal a bomb strapped to his chest, and as one of the Elite Squad fires upon his head he presses the detonator and blows himself, and 10 of the 20 remaining Elite Squad to hell. The remaining 10, 3 of which are severely injured as far as their limbs are concerned look around the bloody mess with disgust, as 20 of the BIA Agents from the entrance run out from the forest and open fire, mowing the remaining ones down.

Nearly the same occurs on the Western side, with the 10 BIA Agents rising up and opening fire instead, however all get shot and killed and only kill 10 of the 50 Elite Squad on that side, and injuring one. However the other 20 BIA Agents from the entrance slowly approach, as one loads up his rocket launcher. He turns the corner and catches the approaching 40 off guard, and as they remain closely together they get a single rocket fired and… Well, the scene isn’t nice to say the least.

All the while this is going on, 30 of the BIA agents in the back load up their rocket launchers with help from the 10 without and open fire on the remaining 250 there. The moment the rockets hit, they rise up and move forward firing at all the bodies to ensure everyone remains dead. At this point all remaining 80 BIA Agents get together and move in. The moment they walk in they’re faced with the 50 Elite Squad members who open fire with their Miniguns and m-134’s. The bodies begin to drop and a large cloud of dust rises up…

75 of the BIA Agents lay motionless on the ground, some of their limbs ripped off from the gunfire, some of their heads hit in the face… The Elite Squad members also lay motionless, however there remain 5 of the 50 laying on the floor, however the 5 remaining BIA agents each walk over their bodies and empty their ANB-50 clips into their chests. Who appears to be the leader looks at the other 4 and nods, as they kick down the door into the main hall of the house where Andrellus MacMillian stands, with his silenced 9mm pistol. MacMillian immediately opens fire, with such precise aim taking down 2 of the BIA Agents immediately in the face but within seconds the remaining 3 open fire and hit him with the few bullets left in their ANB-50’s. MacMillian drops to the floor, as they throw their guns to the floor and pull out the backup Mach 10’s. However the apparent leader walks forward to MacMillian, who is still alive, just barely as he coughs up blood. The BIA Agent looks down into MacMillians eyes, and takes off his helmet before taking off his mask.

“Wha…t… You?! I..” MacMillian continues to cough up more blood, holding onto his chest as the blood trickles from the bullet wounds.

“Did you honestly think I’d come to what was obviously a trap Andrellus? You obviously underestimated not only my nation, but me as well.” President Kalis says, with a smirk on his face. MacMillian attemps to grab his 9mm, but Kalis steps on his wrist and shakes his head, before reaching for his backup weapon, a Desert Eagle Mark XIX with Titanium plating. “That was a body double you killed, Andrellus. A shame, Ricky was a good man you know. I don’t appreciate you killing my friends.”

He smiles, as he places the barrel of the gun on MacMillian’s forehead.

“You just didn’t listen.” President Kalis says, as he fires one final shot into MacMillians forehead.

President Kalis clears his throat, and turns to the BIA agents left standing. They all look at MacMillian before President Kalis sighs in relief.

“The war… It’s over gentlemen.” President Kalis smiles.

“God Bless These United Socialist States of Delinquent Faith.”

OOC: Bellum, give me authorization to send an ambassador.

OOC: Oh yeah, didnt mention. I forgot to add it in the rp. Martin, the soldier who handed MacMillian his watch was actually a USSDF spy, whom had the watch bugged hence we were able to track him down and find the secluded area.

OOC: Bellum, give me authorization to send an ambassador.
OOC: u can but....read DF's latest IC post lol. MacMillian is gone.

From the Social Office in Angle, Windsor
Social Chief Executive Roger Jackson makes a live international speech:

"ATTENTION all nations! The Bellum Perfero government and military are in a state of emergency. We DEMAND that all nations cancel their plans to attack us. The war has almost officially ended, as I am sad to announce the death of Andrellus MacMillian. We cannot speak anymore upon his death until we are able to. As of right now, ALL military troops are to return to their families until we say otherwise. The nation of Kubra will be sending an ambassador shortly to meet with us. All nations may send an ambassador to meet with us as a peace treaty will be signed. Thank you all. God bless and our deepest apologies to those who suffered."

Speech over, regular broadcasting re-airs.

OOC: It won't be a set up I swear, so send someone if you wish, nations.

OOC: u can but....read DF's latest IC post lol. MacMillian is gone. OOC: Well, no point if he's passed away. Well, might as well share my plan. You see, nukes can be as small as pen lids. It won't be much of an explosion but it would be enough to take out MacMillian.

OOC: Well, no point if he's passed away. Well, might as well share my plan. You see, nukes can be as small as pen lids. It won't be much of an explosion but it would be enough to take out MacMillian.

OOC: Nice plan man, and read the post above you. It can still be worked out.

OOC: Nice plan man, and read the post above you. It can still be worked out.

OOC: lol I forgot to ask you on aim, how is this possible if MacMillian is already dead?

"There it is, send out our messenger." 2nd Division Commander ordered.

"Yes Colenel."

A dispatch on horseback was sent out towards a sighted sentry at Davidson Camp Base, on his person were surrender documents.

*OOC: You must reply with how you accept the dispatch*

Meanwhile, the 1st Division reached the capital, apporaching from the west. 900,000 men, 900 Behemoth II heavy battle tanks which can be seen here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=9572471&postcount=274), plus another 1,000 armored fighting vehicles of all sorts.

Not far behind were the 2nd, 3rd, 4th, and 5th Royal Army Air Forces (rotory) which sported Apache longbows and reconassiance little birds, plus blawk hawk for close air support.

In support of all this, the 6th and 7th Air Forces (fixed) were patrolling the skies over the city. Air support would be prime.

General Hayden was smack-dab in the middle of his huge force approaching the capital, this 'division' was one of the most battle-hardened in all of the Royal Army.

"Advance into the city, go strait to the capital building. Set up checkpoints, be weary of insurgents. Tanks work in pairs, infantry never more than 100 yards away from the armor."
His words quickly echoed down the CoC and everyone knew what was happening.

Hayden looked over at his XO. "If everything goes relatively ok, we'll get a convoy together once the capital building is secure, and we'll get to that meeting."

"Sounds like a plan to me. In the next few hours we shall see what these people plan to do about us."

"Yes, quite." Hayden said as he continued to look through his binoculars at the outskirts of the city.

*OOC: Is this a metropolitan New York kinda place, or a dingy- chicago type place? How many people live in this city, and how big is it? These are facts that my satallites and recon planes would have already known, i just need you to give me the numbers because I can't godmode your numbers.

Marine Landing Forces, Alpha-Beach

The Marines had met little resistance and had set up their camp as increasing numbers of troops poured into the area. They now forced their way into the country, toward the capital and to rendevous with Royal Code forces.

OOC: Me and Royal Code dropped some big bunker busters and mined Bellum Perfero's Camp Davidson thing in the desert from the air a while ago, yet I find no response. The justification for finding it is, 'Isn't a guardpost in the middle of a desert with dozens of trucks going to it suspicious? We better bomb it heavily."

Televisions across the world interrupt normal programming to broadcast a recorded speech from Andrellus MacMillian to the world from a secluded area:


Ya thats a godmod........

Ya thats a godmod........

OOC: And the fact I've been jamming since this war started.

Secret Message to Leafanistan forces IC:

(exact positions of Royal forces) -which is the capital city and davidson camp base, with the supply lines running between them and the naval support groups. Royal aircraft come in from the north, they bypass our no-fly zones.

Message to Bellum OOC:

What kind of resistance (if any) in your capital? If there isnt much, my armored cav and rapid infantry units should be at your capital by now. If there is resistance, i need to know how much to know what kind of a fight i'm having here.

Secret Message to Leafanistan forces IC:

(exact positions of Royal forces) -which is the capital city and davidson camp base, with the supply lines running between them and the naval support groups. Royal aircraft come in from the north, they bypass our no-fly zones.

Message to Bellum OOC:

What kind of resistance (if any) in your capital? If there isnt much, my armored cav and rapid infantry units should be at your capital by now. If there is resistance, i need to know how much to know what kind of a fight i'm having here.

Encrypted Message

Must appreciated, we'll get rapid response forces there and help surrounded the city and do a block by block clearing operation with air support from our Mi-28 Havok and Mi-2 Hoplite Gunships.

[END]

OOC: Same here Bellum

bump.

Ya thats a godmod........
OOC: yea then that is a gay rule, "godmods" happen all the time..news broadcasts get disrupted all the time get over it.

OOC: to those who asked,
Barbanks is secured by police force and Operation VIEWER is installed at the two airports in Barbanks. Main buildings are equipped with fingerprint identifying installment(correct name? lol)

General Hayden at last gave the order, "All forces, press the attack." He said it in a low tone, a voice that sent a chill down the soldier's backs. 1st Regiment would advance from the north, 2nd from the west, 3rd from the east, and 4th and 5th from the south.

The Behemoth II battle tanks, AFV's, and infantry swarmed into the city. Anything that resembled a hostile target got a 220mm shell from 1 of the Behemoth's II's 2 guns. 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Regiments were locked into a house by house clearing process. Any door that woudnt open, either recieved a shotgun to the lock, a burst from automatic heavy calibre cannon fire from an AFV, or a 220 mm shell. 4th and 5th regiments made haste to rush the capital building. 4th Regiment lagged behind to clear the buildings that the 5th regiment rushed by.

OOC: Will your police and/or militia forces be putting up a fight? And is the Davidson Camp Base garrison going to surrender to the 2nd Division, 1st Royal Army (900,000 men, plus tanks, artillery, and air support)?

From the Social Office in Angle, Windsor
Social Chief Executive Roger Jackson hangs up the phone.

"Well, it looks like the Royal army is still invading us even after MacMillian's death. The nation is in a state of emergency. The police force is going to fight off the Royal Army." Mr. Jackson says to Sergeant Dave Collins.

"Carl Wilson ordered the troops to continue firing missiles at any proceeding aircraft near Davidson. Tons of aircraft have attempted to invade the base, but they were instantly blown to bits. I suggest you send a memo to all the nations. Apparently, none of them were watching the news at the time your recorded broadcast was aired. Be sure to let them know the leaders of each participating nation are more than welcome to meet with you to discuss a treaty." Dave Collins suggests.

Roger Jackson nods, "I will do so momentarily. I have to inform the nation in a live speech. They have a right to know what is going on."

"Colonel," a staff member reported, "reports just came in we lost a few choppers over the davidson camp base."

"Well i guess that means they arent going to be surrendering." A small, one cheek smile crept onto his face. "Well thats it. I'll get us some logistics and we'll get this party started. Go inform the troops captain."

The Colonel walked over to his command post, inside he radioed Admiral Grant.

"Admiral, yes this is Colonel Bradford, 2nd Division. I have some targets for you..."

The Colonel also called Sky Marshall Dean and gave her the same targets.

A half hour passed. Battle Groups Alpha and Echo let loose a rolling barrage of cruise missile fire. Hundreds of laser and gps guided missiles were screaming towards the davison camp base. Tanks, masses of troops, bunkers, building, perimeter fences, pillboxes, everything was marked by the Royal ground forces with laser designators. After the first barrage of over 400 missiles hit, the fleet continued a rolling barrage, dozens at a time, for the next few hours.

Meanwhile, 120 ground based fighters, bombers, and electronic warfare aircraft were diverted south to attack the base. What the navy had missed, they would pick up the slack.

On the ground, the 618th, 512th, and 300th Royal Artillery Battallions, armed with the lastest Mongoose, Jackal, Hyperion, Atlas, and Apollo cannons, began a rolling barrage of over 700 guns in all (those 700 are just the Mongoose, Atlas, and Apollo guns). They opened up with a barrage sequence of 830,000 shells per hour. OOC: my artillery units can be found here. (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=479735&highlight=royal+arms+explosives)

The Royal Ground forces observed the enemy recieve the attack from hell. Missiles screamed in from over the horizon from both the navy and air force. The only planes the ground pounders saw were the close air support and helicopter gunships making straffing runs on tanks and infantry during the brief openings between missile barrages.

The collossal Behemoth II super-heavy battle tanks rolled within 3 miles of the perimeter, and began to blast away fixed defensive positions.

The thunder from this deadly barrage could be heard by Royal Troopers deep inside the capital city.

When Hayden heard the first 'boom' from the first naval missile strike, he actually stopped and turned towards the sound.

"My God," was all that he said.

Wasser gunships were visible all over major cities, they were firing upon anything designated by LASER by Royal Code ground forces. The radio jamming then lifted, perhaps it was to ease communications, the truth was a circuit board burned out and there were no replacements at sea.

About 3 divisions of Wasser Marines were on the ground and holding their 90 square miles of territory, the police forces were a pushover compared to a modern army, and their armoured vehicles patrolled the streets.

From Davidson Camp Base, Quasar
Leutenant Carl Wilson pulls the switch as another SubGhost is sent underground from the storage room.

"Like the first SubGhost we sent at Kubra, it'll take 60 minutes to land at the designated target zone!" yells Leutenant Wilson.

The entire 600,000 troops are loading up their weaponry. Missiles are being loaded up on the deck around the mountain where the missiles are launched.

"Don't worry soldiers. We are underground and the enemies will NOT harm us. They'll have to wait for us to emerge!" yells Leutenant Wilson.

The soldiers get into different military trucks as they make way towards the vehicle exit zone to emerge from underground.

"Radio 345 this is Private Dave Campbell, and we are on our way to Kubra's shoreline." Private Dave Campbell says on his walky talky to Social Chief Executive Roger Jackson.

"Roger that, no pun intended, haha." Mr. Jackson replies.

"Sergeants and Leutenants ride with me, we will head to our shorelines, then proceed onto the designated submarine while the troops proceed onto the cruise missile ships to launch the attacks." Leutenant Carl Wilson states.


OOC: Kubra, how far is your shoreline/coast from Quasar and do you have any protection? If so, what kind?

From outside of the Base

"Wait!!!!" Leutenant Carl Wilson orders all the troops as he along with the entire military are proceeding on their way towards Kubra's coastline.

All the vehicles stop.

"Roger Jackson ordered us to return to our families!! I've received the message late!! The SubGhost was already sent to Kubra, but we must act is if we never sent it. Lets all turn back and go home." Carl Wilson demands.

The military head back to the Base and proceed to unload. Once they are finished, they head home on personal military trucks. The troops are armed with M-134, Ingrams and M-4's incase of need.

OOC: Wait, wait wait. How in the hell are you invading Kubra? Not only do you have two very very powerful nations barraging the ever living hell out of your little base, but your capital is in our hands. If your men were underground the whole time, why didnt you say so. Our sattalies would have seen that, and the ground troops certainly would have noticed. And your underground bunkers are immune to bunker busting missiles and my Atlas cannons how? Are they like in the center of the mountain or something? Do you even realize the sheer volume of fire 700 artillery guns can put out? Do you realize how much firepower is packed on a single aircraft, or a Behemoth II HMBT? I'm confused about what exactly you're trying to do.

OOC: Wait, wait wait. How in the hell are you invading Kubra? Not only do you have two very very powerful nations barraging the ever living hell out of your little base, but your capital is in our hands. If your men were underground the whole time, why didnt you say so. Our sattalies would have seen that, and the ground troops certainly would have noticed. And your underground bunkers are immune to bunker busting missiles and my Atlas cannons how? Are they like in the center of the mountain or something? Do you even realize the sheer volume of fire 700 artillery guns can put out? Do you realize how much firepower is packed on a single aircraft, or a Behemoth II HMBT? I'm confused about what exactly you're trying to do.

OOC: Uh, not sure if read all the posts, but I described in like page 6 that the base looked like a desert. It's an underground military base, very similar to the kind the US army has(most ppl arent even aware they have those).
I'm confused cuz ya'll are mentioning that yall are hittin buildings, but u can't cuz it's an underground building and no it's not invincible you can destruct it, just like u could bombing an open field. I also explained the security it has an much more so check for that.

OOC: I guess we missed that post. Still need a damage assessment of the barrage, which is still going on. If your men are held up in underground chambers, there would surely be gaping holes in this desert my forces are barraging. Our satallites would have long since located the entrances, they would have been among the first targets to go.

Ok, now for IC:

The 4th Regiment had finally reached and secured a perimeter around the capital building. After the armor rolled up, and the infantry set up, the rangers were sent into the building to clear the way for the Royal Ambassador. They checked every room until they found the conference room, where the Bellum officials were waiting, weary of the shooting outside.

"Seirra one-one, this is Delta Four, we have the building secured. Send in the prize. Out." The Ranger commander reported after he took his look around the conference room.

The ambassador was escorted in a train of rangers to the room.

He entered the room and took a look around. He signaled for some more rangers and a few came in and stood by, just in case.

"I hope you all wont mind, my men have to search you for weapons." He gave a hand guesture to begin and the rangers began to approach the other officials.

From the Social Office in Angle, Windsor
Social Chief Roger Jackson raises his hand up.

"No. My men will not be searched. I'll tell you ourselves, we have weapons. We are armed, but will NOT attempt anymore destruction on civilians are other military personnel. I am trying my hardest to call peace as this nation is in a State of Emergency. We need to re-organize. I've called off elections.(OOC: that was an issue). I would like to discuss a possible treaty and maybe even ask for aid. Andrellus MacMillian is dead and the rest of the Bellum Perfero government should not be penalized for the acts of one the Andrellus MacMillian. Sit down sir." Roger Jackson says with a stern tone.

"Rangers," The Ambassador said. They stopped and looked at him. He shook his head, and gave a 'at ease' sort of guesture with his hand.

He signaled the commander over and whispered, "You better be on his ass boy. The second he tried to-"
"Got it boss."
"Good."

The Ambassador turned back to the table with a small grin on his face and seated himself.

"I am ambassador Williams, retired Royal Army Major. I understand your nation has seen some troubled times." Then the room rocked from the tremendously loud boom from a pair of Behemoth II cannons firing outside.

"And we have some talking to do. Your nation's regime is finished. As you can see, your nation is under the Control of the Royal Alliance now. From what General Hayden has told me, only one of your military outposts remians, encircled by an army 400,000 men larger than the force of your own. Tell me good sirs, why continue to fight? Take a look around you. You have coalition forces controlling your capital, and about to wipe out your only standing army. Please tell me why this pointless resistance must continue?"

Another Behemoth II let another shell loose, again, sending a thunderous roar into the room, rattling the windows.

From the Social Office in Angle, Windsor

"No. This war will not continue. My capital, Barbanks is already being destructed upon, along with other areas of this nation. I beg that you and all other military forces to please stop. Please stop. I've sent the troops home with their families. I've ordered my police officers to just give up. This is not worth it. What can we do for this war to end?" Roger Jackson pleads while trying to remain calm.

"Well we can't say we didnt give you fair warning. We sent you our demands, and you refused. I cannot garentee that the Chancellor will be as generous in his peace terms than he was before we had to spend millions of dollars to occupy this country."

He turned around in his seat, and told the Ranger commander, "Get ahold of the Chancellor and get me the demands."
"Yes sir." he began talking into his radio, relaying the commands.

OOC: If your soldiers tried to leave that underground base, they wouldnt have gotten far... either killed or captured, what with my million man army surrounding it. It's good that you made a decision like that, but my men simply wouldnt let them pass by. They would be POW's until my forces left.

"No, what you don't realize is that it was MacMillian when he was alive. He had the most power, when it came to war decisions. The Social Office was built to have the most power for everything else, but MacMillian wanted to make sure he had the power when it came to big decisions such as war. We didn't want war, but the Elite Squad which was completely killed off, kept nagging the leader to continue. MacMillian wanted what was best, but it didn't come off that way. I really want this to end." Mr. Jackson replies calmly.

OOC: Yea, I understand bout the troop thing, whatever you wanna do, POW, or kill them. There's 600,000 you'd kill or POW, whatever ur choice *sobs*

OOC: So everyone is clear, The State of Pavilon, Bellum Perfero is under USSDF control at this point with approximetaly(SP?) 100,000 troops within the State. i'll be posting something in a bit, got some stuff to do 1st though. My entire army size is 600,000 troops. I believe that isn't even 5% of my 20 million population.

The Colonel radioed in 'All units, cease fire."

"Sir?" one of his subordinates asked.
"Look, they're coming out."

"White flag sir."

"Ok," the colonel said "Get our men in there, lets get these men snagged. We're taking prisoners. Make sure the message gets across, they will be treated humainly, and with upmost respect."

"Yes sir."

Meanwhile at the capital, Ambassador Williams got his demands list.

Williams took the note, and read it aloud:

"From Supreme Chancellor Alexander. Under the demands of the Royal Alliance, to avoid complete annihilation, Bellum Perfero must abide by the following terms:

1.) Pay the Allied States of the Royal Code a war cost settlement of $2.45 billion USD.
2.) Pay USSDF $17 billion USD for war damages
3.) Pay a total of no less than $7 billion USD to other affiliated Allied nations.
4.) Surrender 190 square milies of shoreline to the ASRC.
5.) Surrender 100 square miles of shoreline to Leafanistan
6.) Limit the size of your military to 1% until this term is lifted by the Royal Code's senate.

That's it gentlemen." He placed the note on the table and slid it over.

"I advise you to take it." he stated.

"Alright. We will do whatever we can to end this mayhem. I'll sign." Mr. Jackson says as he grabs the pen.

He slides the note back to the Ambassador.

"Will the troops be removed now? Bellum Perfero's citizens would like peace now as we clean up the mess and proceed to start re-construction." Mr. Jackson asks.

"You have made the right choice my friends." Williams said. "Who or what is going to be left in charge of this nation now? This is still an issue at hand. As our foreign policy, as printed in the actual Royal Code itself, Royal Army engineer forces must stay behind to contribute to reconstruction."

General Hayden entered the room. "Sorry but i couldnt help but listen. I think the ambassador's just about done talking for now. Allow me to introduce myself, General Rae Hayden, head of Royal Army operations. As the ambassador was saying, the Royal Engineers will stay behind to assist in reconstruction. The Chancellor and I have already spoken about our aftermath gameplan and we have decided it best that we keep 50,000 security troops in country for the next two years, plus an additional 500,000 in the newly aqquired shoreline territory. As following suit, the USSDF will also have occupation privillages until the reconstruction has ended, then they too, must limit the number of troops they have in country. As a measure of international security, any and all uranium and/or plutonium you may posses is to be handed over to the USSDF immediately. You men have survived quite an incident," A harsh, stern look came onto his face. "but mark my words, don't make me come back to this place. You just need to remember who is watching out there. We could have come here and sacked this city in a day, and killed all who we saw, but instead we took the ground, and now we are going to be leaving.

The men at davidson camp base have had all weapons aprehended, and have been released. We are giving you help. Take it, and don't cause any more trouble."

He looked over at the rangers. "Ambassador, grab the document. Rangers, let's go."

All Royal Personnel left the capital building.

The 1st Division would remain in the capital for some time, and assist in the reconstruction, and until order was restored. General Hayden, however, was going back to the homeland to see his wife and children. He had seen enough of this country.

From the Social Offices in Angle, Windsor
All Social Officers from every Social Office in the entire nation, met and discussed the fines.

Quitely, they all do their part in making phone calls and faxes.

A voice can be heard by one officer requesting to raise taxes.

OOC: Uh, not sure if read all the posts, but I described in like page 6 that the base looked like a desert. It's an underground military base, very similar to the kind the US army has(most ppl arent even aware they have those).
I'm confused cuz ya'll are mentioning that yall are hittin buildings, but u can't cuz it's an underground building and no it's not invincible you can destruct it, just like u could bombing an open field. I also explained the security it has an much more so check for that.

Ok, like I said, I did a satellite scan and focused in on an outpost, guarding what appeared to be just a desert, and thermals revealed something beneath the ground. It was assumed that was a WMD bunker and I proceeded to bombard it with extremely heavy bombs then mine the entire area from the air. I'll post the exact posts later. Because think about it, sure we can't see it directly, but you put fucking security all around it. It is like an underground Area 51, you've instead made it more conspicious. You aren't going to make a guard post and heavy electronic surveillance for no reason. Clearly, something has to be there

The best way to hide something, especially something important is to hide it in plain sight but keep its construction secret. If this isn't possible then you must reinforce as heavily as possible because a strike is obvious. The heavy protection around the base made it an obvious target. Satellite images had thermals off the charts at some points and the live feed was a gold-mine for military movements.

And the fleet struck. A Bulava-0 missile roared out of the water, aimed straight at the opening, it would strike with a 1000kg high explosive charge. It would soon be followed by a series of airstrikes. Super Hornets of the Wasser Navy would follow up with the M-89 bomb with 2000kg of Red Tidean High Explosive doing their best to penetrate the area. Then another group will drop a series of 1000lb GATOR mine dispersal units, quickly covering the area in anti-personnel and anti-tank mines.

5 Super Hornets of the Wasser Navy are armed with 2 M-89s each
5 more Super Hornets will deliver the GATORs which are set to expire in 15 days and become inert. Though there was no way for anybody outside of the commanders in the aircraft carriers to know that.

Essentially I fired a ballistic missile carrying a massive bomb then followed up with even bigger weapons dropped on it, along with mining it. The Ballistic Missile was aimed at the guard post. If you want to say that didn't penetrate it, me and Royal Code will start bunker busting it. Hell I'm justified to drop a nuke on it.

1.) Pay the Allied States of the Royal Code a war cost settlement of $2.45 billion USD.
2.) Pay USSDF $17 billion USD for war damages
3.) Pay a total of no less than $7 billion USD to other affiliated Allied nations.
4.) Surrender 190 square milies of shoreline to the ASRC.
5.) Surrender 100 square miles of shoreline to Leafanistan
6.) Limit the size of your military to 1% until this term is lifted by the Royal Code's senate.


OOC: Kinda decided without me, I'm going to assume I've agreed to it at some point and I'm RPing the Moral Republic of Wasser not Leafanistan which is in civil war. Wasser is one of my renegade territories. I give my approval to this.

From Davidson Camp Base, Quasar
Leutenant Carl Wilson pulls the switch as another SubGhost is sent underground from the storage room.

"Like the first SubGhost we sent at Kubra, it'll take 60 minutes to land at the designated target zone!" yells Leutenant Wilson.

The entire 600,000 troops are loading up their weaponry. Missiles are being loaded up on the deck around the mountain where the missiles are launched.

"Don't worry soldiers. We are underground and the enemies will NOT harm us. They'll have to wait for us to emerge!" yells Leutenant Wilson.

The soldiers get into different military trucks as they make way towards the vehicle exit zone to emerge from underground.

"Radio 345 this is Private Dave Campbell, and we are on our way to Kubra's shoreline." Private Dave Campbell says on his walky talky to Social Chief Executive Roger Jackson.

"Roger that, no pun intended, haha." Mr. Jackson replies.

"Sergeants and Leutenants ride with me, we will head to our shorelines, then proceed onto the designated submarine while the troops proceed onto the cruise missile ships to launch the attacks." Leutenant Carl Wilson states.


OOC: Kubra, how far is your shoreline/coast from Quasar and do you have any protection? If so, what kind? OOC: Probably quite far away, only my coastal cities are guarded. The rest is malaria infested rainforests. That is, until you getm ore inland. Then it's quite nice.

OOC: If there's something you'd like changed, leafanistan, propose it.

OOC: If there's something you'd like changed, leafanistan, propose it.

OOC: I attacked first I should get another 3 billion for reperations. Soldier's bonuses don't come from nowhere.

OOc: Then take a representative to the capital and tell them. They would be foolish to refuse.

OOc: Then take a representative to the capital and tell them. They would be foolish to refuse.

A flight of helicopters lifted off, inside were 75 Marines on board with 10 private guard on a single Mi-171. The remaining troops were in Mi-2 Gunships/Transports. 5 Mi-28 Havoks accompanied them. They carried the 3 representatives of the Moral Republic: Rev. Arkady Vladimir, Cpt. Jonas Salke, and Major Alan Sanders. They were to negotiate a treaty with the Moral Republic, and ensure a bonus for every single one of their soldiers.

From the Social Office in Angle, Windsor

"Yes. Send the Royal Code $3 billion. That is correct. The USSDF is to receive $17 billion and we'll wait before sending money to the other nations involved." Roger Jackson says on the phone to the person on the other line.

Memos can be seen being faxed to other nations in regards to the proposals.

From the Social Office in Angle, Windsor

"Yes. Send the Royal Code $3 billion. That is correct. The USSDF is to receive $17 billion and we'll wait before sending money to the other nations involved." Roger Jackson says on the phone to the person on the other line.

Memos can be seen being faxed to other nations in regards to the proposals.

The helicopters were preceded by booming F-35s and they began to land, Marines poured out of the Mi-2s as the representatives came out with heavy security. One of the Marine guard walked up to the ambassador's guards and said,

"The representatives from the Moral Republic of Wasser are here, may we come in?"

From the Social Office in Angle, Windsor
Several police officers let the representatives in after patdowns.

"Welcome sir, lets discuss the treaty." Mr. Jackson says.

From the Social Office in Angle, Windsor
Several police officers let the representatives in after patdowns.

"Welcome sir, lets discuss the treaty." Mr. Jackson says.

"Our first order of business it to demand another $3 billion, we were the first in, the first to reveal the horrors that were your nation, and the first to aid the USSDF. We need that aid money to continue to assist USSDF, and to give our soldiers and sailors a well deserved reward."

"Yes. The Social Office of Bellum Perfero has stepped in to aid the city Social Offices for funding. Money has already been sent to the USSDF and Royal Code." Mr. Jackson replies with a stern tone.

Mr. Jackson signs a check given by a staff worker.

From the Social Office in Angle, Windsor
"Alright, seems like the money has been sent to all the nations. Of course this will strain my economy for a little bit, but we have our plans. Sorry to keep you waiting sir, you are free to leave. Hopefully this will be the last war. Elections are cancelled(OOC: was an issue few days back) because we will apoint a leader, then after a while, elections will come back and the people can vote." Mr. Jackson says to the Ambassador of Leafanistan.

"Please allow your military to leave the Empire of Bellum Perfero. We have started reconstruction and really would like to end any conflict." Mr. Jackson adds.

2 Social Officers walk towards the entrance door and open it, gesturing for the exit of the foreign men.

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Telegram message from New Moskau, USDF to Bellum Perfero

We would like to issue a message to your government, informing you that the United States troops will begin pulling out of your nation effective immediately.

Thank you.

From the Social Office in Angle, Windsor
"Alright, seems like the money has been sent to all the nations. Of course this will strain my economy for a little bit, but we have our plans. Sorry to keep you waiting sir, you are free to leave. Hopefully this will be the last war. Elections are cancelled(OOC: was an issue few days back) because we will apoint a leader, then after a while, elections will come back and the people can vote." Mr. Jackson says to the Ambassador of Leafanistan.

"Please allow your military to leave the Empire of Bellum Perfero. We have started reconstruction and really would like to end any conflict." Mr. Jackson adds.

2 Social Officers walk towards the entrance door and open it, gesturing for the exit of the foreign men.

OOC: We are the Moral Republic of Wasser, not Leafanistan

"Our military will stay in the capital to build an embassy and a small helicopter base, to ensure the safety of our ambassadors, we will also stay in the coastline you have given to us to appease us. We will build a Naval Base there and create a Free Economic Zone there too. It'll be a boost to ours, and your economy, trust us. Once we have settled things like gentlemen, we are perfectly willing to be kind."

From the Social Office in Angle, Windsor
As the Ambassador of the Moral Republic of Wasser finishes his statement, Mr. Jackson with a stern tone, replies.

"I want your troops to leave immediately. Only 500 square miles of the coastline is yours. There will be NO military bases created to employ your troops. This is my nation. If you disapprove, then I am sorry. I've tried my best to end conflict, it's up to you."

OOC: You are an occupied nation now, he'll leave when he wants, unless you want some cities destroyed, you should comply with what he says.

From the Social Office in Angle, Windsor
As the Ambassador of the Moral Republic of Wasser finishes his statement, Mr. Jackson with a stern tone, replies.

"I want your troops to leave immediately. Only 500 square miles of the coastline is yours. There will be NO military bases created to employ your troops. This is my nation. If you disapprove, then I am sorry. I've tried my best to end conflict, it's up to you."

"We have no plans to leave anytime soon, and we have no plans to expand. We shall only take 500 square miles of coastline, and station a naval base. We also want an embassy with a helipad in case things flare up again or you need protection."

"Our troops are staying to ensure the safety of Royal Code, Moral Republican, and Bellum Prefero interests in the Free Economic Zone. I'm sure you've heard of a Free Trade Zone. Well, we believe this Free Trade Zone will ensure thousands of new Bellum Prefero jobs and millions, even billions in taxed income. It is in your best interest to allow us to do what we are going to do. We are already clearing out the damage we've done to your coastline and are setting up piers, warehouses and a business area. We wish to begin employing Bellum Prefero employees to help us build this area. Besides, you really don't have a choice, we will enforce our dominance over our new Free Economic Zone."

OOC: Essentially I want to set up a business haven here and make a return on my investment. You can make a return too. We'll make a Free Trade Zone, and create a joint regulatory agency over it. You can raise an import and export tarriff and I'll sell/tax the land and services we offer. If anything, we can extend it further into Bellum Prefero but entirely under your control.

OOC: Hmm, alright go ahead.

IC:

"Alright. We can set up a a trade zone for goods and whatnot. This will bring in extra money needed for new materials. The Social Offices will assist in everything needed, as they are very intelligence in business and social practices." Mr. Jackson replies.

OOC: Hmm, alright go ahead.

IC:

"Alright. We can set up a a trade zone for goods and whatnot. This will bring in extra money needed for new materials. The Social Offices will assist in everything needed, as they are very intelligence in business and social practices." Mr. Jackson replies.

"That will be for your Free Trade Zone, we will set up our own Free Trade Zone, and will set up a joint authority with those who occupy the coastline that are now Moral Republic citizens. We shall require nothing else, thank you."

The representatives began to walk out, the helicopters outside began to hum.

From the Social Offices in Angle, Windsor
"How are the people?" Roger Jackson asks.

"The people are helping the construction workers clean up." replies Rasheed Tariq, a representative for the Empire of Bellum Perfero.

"Mr. Tariq, I've mentioned to the Social Office that you'd make a great leader." Mr. Jackson mentions to Mr. Tariq.

"Excuse me sir, with all do respect, aren't you the current leader?" Mr. Tariq replies.

"Interim. Now I'd like if you'd accept the offer to become leader of The Empire of Bellum Perfero." Mr. Jackson replies while nodding.

Rasheed Tariq grins while nodding.

Mr. Jackson gestures towards a door, "Bellum Perfero Social Office Officials are waiting in there for your meeting with them. They will discuss all terms and conditions of you becoming new leader. They've agreed to give you full control as they trust the leadership you've done with being a representative for this nation."

From the Social Offices in Angle, Windsor
"How are the people?" Roger Jackson asks.

"The people are helping the construction workers clean up." replies Rasheed Tariq, a representative for the Empire of Bellum Perfero.

"Mr. Tariq, I've mentioned to the Social Office that you'd make a great leader." Mr. Jackson mentions to Mr. Tariq.

"Excuse me sir, with all do respect, aren't you the current leader?" Mr. Tariq replies.

"Interim. Now I'd like if you'd accept the offer to become leader of The Empire of Bellum Perfero." Mr. Jackson replies while nodding.

Rasheed Tariq grins while nodding.

Mr. Jackson gestures towards a door, "Bellum Perfero Social Office Officials are waiting in there for your meeting with them. They will discuss all terms and conditions of you becoming new leader. They've agreed to give you full control as they trust the leadership you've done with being a representative for this nation."

OOC: I'm going to create a thread and begin marketing my Free Trade Zone for companies.

OOC: go right ahead, we will continue from there i take it.

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Allied State Royal Security forces have officially been widthdrawn. The ASRC have given back all Bellum Perferoian territory as a welcoming gift to the Royal Alliance.