NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is between me and my cousins new nation, The Allied States of National Unions(ASNU). This is closed, do not tag, use the subscribe button.

IC: Field Marshal Karski Nitovich stared out the window of the K-5 Fast Transport Plane, she looked back down at the latest reports of the 'Second Imperialist Invasion' as the goverment called it, or the 'War of Freedom' as the civilians secretly called it... because the civilians were AGAINST the goverment.

She was on her way to a new archipeligo nation called the 'Allied States of National Unions', or ASNU. She was there on behalf of the Red Tide Goverment... and so she, one of the best and most ruthless strategists in Red Tide, could seek refuge from the coalition invading Red Tide.

So there she sat, waiting to cross into the territory of the National Unions.

When suddenly, two F-35A joint strike fighters smoothly manuvered behind the foreign aircraft. "This is Red 5 to unknown aircraft, why are you flying in our nation's airspace?"

The pilot replied instantly, with the cold efficiency of the Red Tide Military.

"This is Red Tidean Flight-210, we are here on a diplomatic mission with your goverment."

"Red 5 to HQ we have an unexpected visitor, Field Marshal Karski Nitovich approaching our country's airspace. Permission for entry?"

"HQ to Red 5, guide the aircraft towards the Downey Airfield and patrol in regular pattern, Command Out."

"Roger, Red 5 to Flight-210 you have our goverment's temporary permission to land on our soil, but be warned we have an allegation to protect our country."

"Roger that." There was no emotion in the pilots voice, it was completely mechanical, completely monotonous.

47 minutes later, the K-5 landed on a runway at Downey Airfield, the ASNU's Presidents private airfield.

"Mr. President, sorry for disturbing you, but you should know you have an unscheduled meeting tonight." A secret service agent calmly informed.

"What the hell?" he groggily and angrily replied. "Who is so important to disturb the president at 3:58 in the damn morning?"

"A certian Red Tidean Field Marshall." The timid agent replied carefully.

"Are you joking me?" The threat of the larger, more powerful island nation quickly awakened the president of the small, non-agressive archopeligic nation. "Alright, I'll be conference room in a few minutes. Bring her to the conference room for a chat."

A black luxury sedan silently pulled up to the K-5 at the landing strip.

The side door to the K-5 slid open and out stepped a Current Gaurd Shocktrooper, two pulsating red goggles stared out from the mechanical mettalic battlesuit, the Current Gaurd quietly and emotionlessely walked all the way down the side door stairs, followed by a second one. The two stopped at the bottom of the stairs, scanned the area quietly. Then the two killing machines turned and snapped into a perfect salute. And out of the plane stepped a red headed, medium sized women with blueish-green eyes.

She was dressed in a Russian-looking uniform, with a crescent wave stapled on two her Field Marshal Cap, indicating her rank as Field Marshal. On the upper left of her body were a vareity of medals, including a 'Decoration of the Supeme Commander' medal, the highest award a person could recieve in Red Tide.

Field Marshal Karski Nitovich perfectly returned the salute of the two Current Gaurd Shocktroopers and began to head towards the sedan.

Once the car arrived at the president's domain, the field marshall was escorted out of the car by the secret service and into the conference room where the president of the ASNU resided.

"What is it that you wish to achieve here?" asked the president inquisitively. "We do not wish to participate in your war or be any part of any corrupt actions, and we only want to live in our peaceful nation."

"I know, I know, and of course." Karski replied with a all-too sweet voice in accented english, "We merely wish an exchange of embassies and for me too give a few pointers."

The voice she said that in was cute, to cute for what her profile undoubtly said about her personality. Her background was anything but 'cute', she had been responsible for personally executing several colonels who did nothing more then joked about the Supreme Commanders face. In one case, she had actually joined the firing sqaud that executed a colonel for a misleading report and in another had excrutiatingly tortured information out of some political prisoners.

The president replied, "You have my approval for establishing an embassy in our nation as long as you do not bring your foolish war with you. And, in other note I am afraid to tell you I disapprove of establishing an embassy in your unstable warring nation. For some reason that does not sound pleasant to me. Also, before we both decide to do this, I must know what you want from me and what you are willing to give to me in return. What exactly are your 'few pointers' anyway?"

Karski smiled, and proceeded to say. "The pointers are this, it is a big scary world you are about to get into. So we advise you not to charge headlong into problems you cannot hope too get out of. Particularly, do NOT piss off Automagfreek or the Kraven Corporation... but you should know that."

She went on, "We find it is best to keep out of most of the worlds problems. Even then, this did not completely help us as you have recently noticed."

"And finally, I have a little request..."

"Yes..." The president asked anticipatingly.

"It is quite obvious that Red Tide is going to lose the war, we can inflict as many casualties as possible, but we cannot win. The correlation of forces is not in our favor. Quite simply," there was a pause that seemed too be done for nothing more then dramatic purposes, "I wish to seek sancturuary and defect to your nation. Ill give you pointers on your military, help your tacticians, ANYTHING! But I do not want to go back to Red Tide."

Very suprised by the 'ruthless' field marshall's cry for help and shelter, the president agreed to a certain set of standards.

1) Any form of serious insubordination and incompetence will be dealt with punishingly.
2) Defection from my country will be punishable by death.
3) Limiting your command power and weaponry you can use.
4) Basically, nothing stupid or I'll deport you into Red Tide with charges of treasonous acts against your country.

"While living in our country you will be given the same responsibility as a citizen and will be under our indirect protection.
If you are to be discovered we had no knowledge at all of your presence, and will swifltly hand you over to the proper authority. Are these terms acceptable?"

"Fine, fine, fine, fine... now, all we have to worry about are those Current Gaurd Shocktroopers and that pilot." She said.

"What do you expect them to do once or if they are informed to your defection?" The president asked. "Like I said, you are under my indirect protection, so if you need any assistance..."

"They will try to kill me, and anyone who gets in their way." She said matter-of-factly, "The pilot will probably try to runaway and inform the rest of the command... we do not have the capability to conventionally attack you... expect bio and chemical agents to be launched."

Eying her thoughtfully, the president malicoulsy said,"We could lay down a trap when you arrive at the airplane. Our special forces could kill the shock troopers, and I'll dispatch two stealthed F-22As and 'let' your pilot take off. You need to specify every weakness and exploit it, we can protect this little secret."

"Fine by me, by the way, you'll want to use particularly heavy weapons to kill the shocktroopers." She said, standing up, "Now, I will let you get your rest. I will report to your military... command center, wherever that is, in the morning. Are there any hotels in this city?"

"You won't have to search for a hotel, but we'll give you shelter in our command barracks, if you'd like."

An APC awaited the special forces team who were getting briefed at the moment by an overly estatic Sargeant Major. "Okay, this is what we're goin' ta do," Chomping his previctory cigar in his mouth. "We only have ta kill two unsuspecting shocktroopers, but here comes the fun part, they're wearin' heavily armored battlesuits. So, ther's some sport in this hunt. Lieutenant Daley wants us to use Barret .50 cals on those suckers with incinderary antiarmor rounds." A murmur of cheers and happiness rose throughout the two lone commandos.

Sarge resumed his bombastic brief:"We are not ta shoot the pilot-sucks too, because that was ta be my job. But, instead our flyboys are goin' ta blast that ***** outta the sky."

Saddened by the dissapointment of insatisfactory operations, he prodded out of the room, nearly in tears.

The two shocktroopers were in their previous positions on either side of the stairs leading up to the planes side door. They were standing there, never slouching, standing straight, tall, and proud... and making themselves a mighty big target to anyone with the proper equipment.

The pilot, on the other hand, was in the cockpit... continiously scanning the instruments in such a way that anybody else would have been bored to death by then.

The two commandos were equipped with the typical stuff medic kits, hand grenades, multi-frequency radios, and of course the very typical Barett .50 cal. Eagerly they sat on the roof of a nearby building facing the oblivious shocktroopers. One commando had a cockney accent one you might imagine as a rock star or the Crocodile Hunter, and a little bit of a sassy attitude. Meanwhile, the other commando had a typical attitude of a regular spec ops. "Do you have verification of the targets?" Command asked critically.

Yeah, right, aye, whatever. Can we just go do our work because I'm getting a spot of boredom and its like eating tea and crumpets with my mum."

Command blatantly responded, "In ten seconds our perimiter guard will give you the ok, now sit down and shut up. Our F-22s are go, and the perimiter guard is now your cue and command. Bye, it was a pleasure" the commanding operative said sarcastically.

The commando did not respond very well being commanded by a mere Private First Class, and screamed quietly through the multi-frequency headset, "Hey, wat the bloody hell do you think you're doing?"

However the Private First Class on the other side was irritated by the commando's lack of respect and screamed through his headset, "Hey, I heard that you dumbass!"

Tragically, through the headset, the voice was loud enough to reach the shocktrooper's ears.

The shocktroopers did what they were 'trained' to do... that is, turn towards the source of the sound. At first, they did not see anything, so they switched their multi-purpose goggles to infrared mode. They were able to make out the form of the Commandos on the roof, but could not tell what the hell they were holding. So they said, in a VERY, VERY creepy mechanical voice due to the voice amplifier.

"ATTENTION! YOU THERE! STATE YOUR BUISNESS!"

The two commandos looked at the shocktroopers with absolute disbelief and comedically said,"Hi, this is Jack and I'm Rob. Nice meeting you!" Soon after that two loud gunshots followed.

The unhappy commando screamed into his microphone receptor,"I'll see to ya getting demoted!"

Soonafter, two F-22a fighters scrambled into the air waiting to intercept their target over the ocean.

"YOU HAVE TEN SECONDS TO-!" The shocktroopers never finished... as the projectiles went straight through the armor of both, popped both their heads like a melon, and went out the back, setting fire to the rest of the flesh on the way out.

The pilot could not miss the thunder-clap like gunshots the Barrets made, he twisted his head to see two Current Guard Shocktroopers fall to the ground. He did not panic, that was not in a Red Tidean soldiers nature, instead he rapidly ignited the engines and, without permission, taxied over to the runway. Then he went full power and screamed off the runway at .7 mach, trying to reach maximum speed of .9 mach.

Behind the coast and over the ocean two aircraft silently waited for the unsuspecting target to pass.

"Fox 2 to incoming bandit."

As the pilots released his finger off of the joystick, two AIMS-120C AMRAAM each streamlined through the sky at fifteen hundred miles per hour into the incoming target.

The satisfaction of the two missiles hitting the aircraft was so great that both pilots barrel rolled towards the ground and looped back, pulling off an Immelman manuver and started arguing about who killed the aircraft first, until mission command gave them a return to base and disabled their radios.

The pilot saw the contrails coming and tried to pull an evasive manuever. However, the K-5, despite being a very nimble and fast cargo airplane, was still a cargo airplane, and therefore by definition could not turn very fast. The pilots probably knew that the two AMRAAMs hit their target at the same time... they probably were arguing about it. However, the pilot of that target did not care, nor would he have cared if he had been alive. As both missiles slammed into the midsection, blowing the aircraft in half, which further broke up as they fell to Earth. The pilots body was never found, nobody really cared or would have cared.