NationStates Jolt Archive

Kravania

Thoughout Kravania, there were the Xeroxium factories. The factories were the pillar of Father's rule over Kravania and the glue that held the Humanist State and the Great Humanist Revolution together. For Xeroxium was the drug which by law, every citizen of Kravania had to take at the selected intervals in order to destroy human emotion and the ability of individuals to both feel and to think as single beings. Xeroxium eliminated a mans individuality, his ability to think outside of the thoughts and edicts of Father and his sexuality, in short Xeroxium destroyed what made man he is, by his very nature.

It would be most disturbing to Father, nay most threatening to Father, if the capacity of the State to produce Xeroxium was altered or brought to a stop. Just 30 hours without a Xeroxium dosage would be enough for the effects of it to wear off on a individual. And Father knows that such a development would be the end of his Humanist utopia, for a man free of Xeroxium would look around himself and see his fellow man enslaved to Father, zombie like under the power of Xeroxium and he would thus rebel.

When the New Humanist Movement (NHM), led by Father took power in the revolution in 2041, all major cities of the former Kravanian Empire were destroyed in a nationwide nuclear attack that Father ordered in his takeover off Kravania.

Platonika was built in under 5 years with slave labour and other new cities were built in the design as laid down by Father. The old cities were abandoned ruins, now ghost towns which are strictly off limits to the people of Kravania.

However, men and women and children in their thousands now populate the ruins of the old pre-Father era cities. These outlaws who live the lives of squatters and in feral communities, outside the view and the eyes of the State system of CCTVs and the powers of the secret police, the military and the Guardians of Humanity; They now form the nucleas of a resistance to the totalitarian reign of Father. They are able to feel and to have emotion, they have sexual relations and they create and enjoy art, music, entertainment and culture, all pastimes that have been banned for the rest of Kravania. These people are Emocriminals, if one is to use the Newspeak language of Father's Kravania.

So far they have lived their outlaw lives trying to make ends meat and to evade the control and oppression of the Humanist State and Father.

However, they also have an array of small arms; Assault rilfes, SMGs, sniper rifles, pistols, RPGs, grenades, explosives, detonators, molotov cocktails and a few trucks and cars. The more politically minded of the outlaws knew that their existence would never be secure as long as their fellow Kravanians were slaves and emotionless widgets to Father. They knew that a fight for freedom was the only way out for everyone concerned.

Whats more, they had contacts inside the newly built cities of Humanist Kravania and most importantly some supporters inside the Xeroxium factories, among the factories workforce.

Thus Kravania's first rebel/terrorist group was born, the Libertarian Alliance (LA).

Soon, the first strikes would commence against Father's totalitarian dystopia.

Platonika, capital city of Kravania

At 4:20 AM three bombs went off. Three Xeroxium factories were levelled to the ground, Unit 13, Unit 29 and Unit 61. The factories never shut, so the death toll was high.

130 Factory workers DEAD

74 Security Guards DEAD

462 Factory workers INJURED

119 Security Guards INJURED

Platonika, capital city of Kravania

Inside the Great Palace of the Humanist State, the 12 Councillors of the High Council of Eternal Wisdom, Kravania's government, sat along a huge, black rectangular table, all of them facing a huge Telescreen on the wall to the north of the room.

Then, Father's face appeared on the screen. Father was himself wholly displeased with the news of the attacks and the potential threat they represented to all of his life's work and his power. Father lectured the 12 Councillors for well over three hours, giving them instructions, edicts and details of his upmost desire to wage an all out campaign of extermination against the LA rebels. None of the subversives would either be spared, imprisoned, pardoned, interrogated or even given the right to a state execution at the Palace of Extermination. The security forces, a combined operation of the Kravanian Police, the Kravanian Army and the elite Guardians of Humanity were to carry out sweeps and strike out at the old ruined cities and destroy on site ALL individuals, be they children, women, the elderly and men, who fail to show their ID cards and who show the slightest signs of failing to take their Xeroxium dosage and thus show signs of emocrime.

With his orders handed out, a bloodbath the likes Kravania has not seen in it's entire history was soon to come into being.

Platonika, capital city of Kravania

First off, Father wished to see all subversives and suspected subversives exterminated inside Platonika.

Many thousands of people, of whom well over 80% of whom were totally innocent of any crimes and were not in any way subversive towards the Humanist State, were rounded up and processed for execution. As a show of force, a show to instill the logic of self preservation into Kravania's population, for instilling fear was an impossible feat in a society that had banned emotion, all executions were to be filmed live and shown live on the telescreens and it was compulsory for all Kravanians to watch these shows of execution.

A list of a wide range of inidivuals was drawn up for a range of different crimes.

Condemned Criminal EC-1763

Name: Johnathan Hartley Jnr.
Age: 9
City: residence: Platonika
Crime: Emocrime. Was found crying by himself in school due to his mother's execution 15 months ago. Crying is a capital offence due to Emocrime status.

Condemned Criminal SC-5683

Name: David Fisher
Age: 37
City residence: Platonika
Crime: Sex Crime. Was found kissing and mastubating another man in his own residence. Kissing, masturbation and sex are capital offences due to Sex Crime status.

Condemned Criminal EC-8901

Name: Adam Bush
Age: 9 months
City residence: Platonika
Crime: Emocrime. Was found with his biological parents in their residence playing with toys. Toys and entertainment are banned under Emocrime edict. Parents were destroyed on site and toys processed for destruction at the Palace of Extermination.

Condemned Criminal EC-12387

Name: Steven Williams
Age: 17
City residence: Platonika
Crime: Emocrime and Sex Crime. Was found listening to music, which is illegal under Emocrime edict. Was also guilty of sexual relations with a woman. Said woman resisted arrest and was destroyed on site.

Condemned Criminal EC-4777

Name: Betty Harris
Age: 87
City residence: Platonika
Crime: Emocrime. Was guilty of owning a pet puppy. Puppies are illegal contraband and a threat to social cohesion. Said puppy was destroyed on site.

All of these condemned individuals meet their end via electronic cruxifiction, whereby they were tied to a metal cross and were electrocuted to death. Throughout Kravania, everyone could see these executions on the telescreens and groups of school children were taken by their teachers and escorted by NHM party members to watch the executions live as a lesson in total obedience to Father and the Humanist State. The executions were also sent out on a live feed on the internet to the whole world, to show other would be enemy nations that Father does not tolerate nor forgive those who oppose him.

DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Ministry of Foreign Affairs

The Government of Kahanistan supports the resistance to the repressive Kravanian regime. The destruction of human emotion is equivalent to the destruction of humanity, and cannot be tolerated in a civilized world.

Furthermore, we condemn the regime of Kravania for holding infants and children liable to the death penalty. These children have no way of knowing what is expected of them in Kravanian or any other society.

Signed,
Margaret Delray,
Minister of Foreign Affairs

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Al-Qamar, Kahanistan

A fleet of aircraft were being prepared to aid the Libertarian Alliance. It consisted of one wing of twenty B-2 stealth bombers, one wing of MiG-39 fighters, one wing of KC-10 Extenders, and three wings of C-5 Galaxy cargo transports. These transports were loaded down with TAR-21 (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Tavor) assault rifles, M-249 SAW's, M-203 grenade launchers, M89SR sniper rifles, RPG-7V2 rocket launchers, and other arms intended for the Libertarian Alliance.

The warplanes were busy being fueled for their long trip to Kravania. It was essential that the Kravanians did not know where the arms bound for the resistance were coming from, nor who was going to destroy the rest of the Xeroxium facilities. Therefore, a carrier fleet was out of the question until the Humanist State of Kravania discovered where the aircraft was coming from. The aircraft would have to refuel in the air to return home.

On the runway, the 120 aircraft sat on the runways, their engines heating up until they got the green light to go.

ooc;More in the morning

Shilohton, Vandaland, Findan

Directoor of the Imperial Intellegence Agency (IIA) Phillp Mongumery was awaken by his phone ringing. In a sleepy voice he said, "Hello?"

"Sir,.umm...i don't know how to say this but you need to get to the office now."

"What!, Kozolowski, its three-o'-clock in the morning!"

"I know, sir but there has been a terrorist attack in Kravonia."
"Ok I'll be there in the hour."

During the conversation his wife of many years had not stirred. He went into the bathroom and began to shower. Today was going to be a long day.

The red phone rang; President Friedman picked up; "Hello?" he said.

"Sam; its 5am; can't it wait?" he continued

"Kravania! Ok I'll be right there", the president said and got dressed leaving for the war room.

Half hour later the president was several hundred meters underground in the secured war room; the long briefing table had several people flanking it; namely the Joint Chiefs of the military, the Vice president, the director of intelligence and the presidents chief advisor were all sat at the table waiting.

"Sir; the situation you asked us to monitor in Kravania just started to heat up; at 4:20AM Kravania time; our spy satellites picked up three large explosions" Sam fisher the head of intelligence spoke in his usual almost gruff monotone as he passed the president an off yellow file.

As the president opened the file to look over the satellite photos; the explosions were clearly visible and circled; "according to our on site intelligence embedded in Kravania the three factories were producing a drug called Xeroxium; its what keeps the populous so 'happy.' We've tried getting a sample of the drug through third parties for lab testing but thus far failed" Fisher continued.

"Currently no-one outside of its producers know if the drug is addictive or if its effects are reversible," he said continuing the briefing. "The explosions are believed to be caused by a Kravania splinter group who want to fight for there humanity back; three hours after the bombings Father ordered mass executions" Fisher added. He pressed a button on a remote control aiming it at a Plasma TV screen mounted on the wall; as the screen came to life the room darkened.

The picture on the screen showed a man; in his 30's chained to a metal cross; a moment later the man convulses as electricity sparks all around and over him. The cross-had been electrified and the man was being tortured to death as the current kept flowing; some arcs fired away from the victim to earth as the blood curdling screams filled the room. The man eventually caught fire and still screamed until his last breath the tape showed the mans charred remains loosely hanging from the cross.

"What on earth did he do to deserve that?" the president said shocked.

"He was gay," Fisher replied

"What?" the President asked, sadness giving way to anger.

"He was…" Fisher paused for a moment to look at his file; "caught masturbating and kissing another man" Fisher finished.

"My gods…"

"It gets worse sir" Fisher said as the tape continued; showing a boy around nine years old suffering the same fate as the previous man, followed by a boy in his late teens and that was followed by an elderly woman. The worst however was definitely last as a nine month old child was also electrocuted.

There was only dumfounded silence as the speeches of father overlaid the child's bloodcurdling screams of pain warning all whom opposed them the fate they would suffer.

"Who is this Father?" finally someone broke the uneasy silence that had covered the room like a thick blanket.

"No one knows; no name; no id, no address just a face; one of our best deep cover agents; Martha Davis was getting close to something but we lost contact with her 2 months ago. We believe she's either been captured or killed for 'thought crime' we doubt her cover was blown"; Fisher stated; "and it gets worse"

Pressing another button; the plasma TV showed the intimidating figure of a Capitol Police solider standing over a fallen body; holding a Kraven rifle. "This is the Capitol Police; Kravania has made an alliance with the Kraven Corporation, if we go to all our war with Kravania its likely Father will call them for help. They are the most feared soldier on the battlefield genetically engineered from birth to fight, trained to kill with frightening efficiency they have no feelings, no mercy and no remorse however they also have no desire or drive to live which is there one weakness."

"Options?" President Friedman asked.

"Sir, I recommend a four part black bag operation; first covert insertion to rescue agent Davis if she's alive or retrieve the information she gathered on father if she's dead. Second would be to infiltrate one of the Kravania communication centres; from there we could run a back trace on the raw signal and locate father. Thirdly we need to contact the rebels they should be able to help us get a sample of the Xeroxium and provide us with critical intelligence on key installations " Fished said outlining his plan.

"What do we know about the rebels?" Friedman asked.

"They're currently under armed and out manned by Fathers forces but they're doing what they can, once we know the effects of Xeroxium and the key installations I'd recommend a massive bombing campaign against Xeroxium factories

"Very well gentleman; make it happen", the president ordered.

(OOC: Kravania if I could have some basic info about your defences and stuff just to make my military briefing look credible, I'm going to try a HALO drop from modified F-117's so the team isn't going to be that big)

Secret IC:

The B-2's held something in their bomb bays that weren't bombs. In each of them, fifty members of Kahanistan's Special Combat Service (SCS), Mukhabarat (Intelligence) and Military Intelligence were crammed in like sardines, unable even to stretch for hours. They were armed with the Tavor assault rifles used by the Kahanistan infantry, and wearing body armor which would have been suffocatingly hot if not for the fact that things get very cold at 15,000 meters above sea level. They were clad in the black uniforms of Kahanistanian Military Intelligence, and wearing oxygen masks. The bomb bays had been specially pressurized, but the soldiers were told to conserve oxygen for the 12-hour flight to Kravania.

The wing of twenty stealth bombers had the ability to covertly insert 1,000 agents into Xeroxium facilities and rebel camps. Normally the Air Force would simply destroy the Xeroxium facilities in the first raid, but Intelligence strongly believed that civilians worked there. Even accidental deaths of civilians had been known to ruin a commander's career, even if the officer was not found criminally responsible and sent to prison for the next 10 years.

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The bombers took off at high altitude, the MiG's at medium altitude, and supply planes at low altitude to avoid radar. The fighters had to be able to assist either the bombers or supply planes if they were engaged by hostile forces.

They were now 500 km from Kravanian airspace...

[OOC: Equilibrium :) ]

''After many plees for assıstance from the LA, The Republıc of Groznyj has decıded to become ınvolved ın the escalatıng conflıct. The branches of the Mılıtary have stepped up traınıng to pre-war levels and we can assume that war plans are beıng drawn as we speak....Thıs just ın, the Presıdent has ıssued a formal statement to the Father of Kravanıa! He ıs about to announce ıt lıve at a press conference. Thıs ıs Jenna Lemmıngs, GNN''

The room flashes as Presıdent Urmev enters the hall, the Natıonal Seal on the wall behınd hım. On the fınely gılded cherry and greenwood podıum ıs a set of papers...the wrong papers. These papers were supposed to be read at a presıdentıal banquet welcomıng the leader of the Imperıal Unıon of Communıstıc Governments. Urmev remınded hımself to fıre that ıdıot who was ıncharge of the papers. He turned them over and wetted hıs lıps, ıt wouldn't be a problem rememberıng hıs speach, he wrote ıt the nıght before whıle lıstenıng to Beethovan's 9th.

Presıdent Urmev:

''Groznyj ıs a natıon of free people. It ıs a democratıc natıon full of dıverse culture and dıalects. We cherısh our freedom and have the power to defend ıt and aıd those who dont have such power. However we are not a natıon to readıly be ınvolved ın the busıness of others and we are not concerned about spreadıng our ıdeology. We are not a polıce force. But have beıng wıtness to such horrıfıc persecutıon and oppresıon prıor to our foundıng, before the War for Freedom, we cannot watch ıdly by after receıvıng plees for aıd from oppressed peoples ın your natıon Father. Or rather, ın your psychotıc experıment. After observıng your ınhumane ''Humanıstıc Government'' and a formal delegatıon from your rebel peoples pleadıng wıth me to ıntervene, I have come to a decısıon.....''

If the room was quıet before, not a heartbeat could be heard ın apprehensıon of Pres. Urmev's next words. Urmev swallowed, knowıng full well what he was gettıng hıs country ınvloved ın.

''... Father of Kravannıa, I hereby declare, that ıf you do not cease thıs dısgustıng experıment at once, The Republıc of Groznyj wıll have no choıce, but to lıberate your oppressed cıtızens and grant them soverıegnty to govern themselves as they wısh....''

For an ınstant, no one watchıng a televısıon tuned ınto the natıonal broadcast, anywhere ın Groznyj speaked. If Kravannıa refused Pres. Urmevs ultımatum, war would be ınevıtable. Thıs was the most ımportant polıtıcal decısıon ın the hıstory of the young natıon. A natıon whıch few knew ın the ınternatıonal communıty, all of a sudden steppıng up for the rıghts of an oppressed people, agaınst a tyrant of one of the most powerful natıons known.

''... The Republıc of Groznyj recognızes Kravannıa, and moreover ıts Father, as an enemy to the free world. Our terms are as follows:
End subjugatıon of the people of Kravannıa.
Cease productıon of Xeroxium
End hostılıtıes wıth the Rebel Peoples
If the above terms are not met, and no agreement can be acheıved...Then I am sorry to say that my natıon wıll have no choıce but to become...heavıly ınvolved.''

At once came a flurry of flashes and questıons. Urmev sımply left the room and proceeded to hıs table to thınk thıngs over for a lıttle whıle. 20 mınutes later he called hıs cabınet and generals to a secret meetıng ın the Presıdentıal Palace, located at the center of Farbantı, the Capıtal of Groznyj.

There was dıscussed the state of Groznyj's mılıtary servıces: Army, Marınes, Aırfoce, Navy, and the newly commıssıoned Aırforce SpaceCommand, stıll a part of the Aırforce. The army was at the moment 8 mıllıon strong but could easıly grow to over 17 wıth the use of propaganda and servıce agreements. Asıde from talk on war plans by the varıos top-brass and the combat effectıveness and strategıc placement of the armed forces, were two top secret projects unkown to the populous. The Orbıtal Defence Statıon Farbantı, and, most secret of all gov't doıngs, plans for the RNS Lıberty. A shıp of such experımental power and magnıtude, ıt could turn the tıde of any conflıct and reportedly destroy an entıre naval fleet wıth a sıngle salvo.

The ODS was only about 17% complete and wouldnt be operatıonal for another 7 years even wıth wartıme prıorıty. More probably ıt would become an operatıonal platform and be fıtted wıth cameras and other equıpment to act as a multı-bıllıon krıssark spysatellıte. No doubt ıt was too vulnerable especıally at thıs stage to nuclear attacks. Means of keepıng ıt hıdden and defendıng ıt were later dıscussed.

Hıghest on the mınds of all of the brass, most of all Urmev..... was the experımental monster. The fırst and possıbly most powerful SuperDreadnaught ever to be conceıved by the human mınd. At thıs poınt ıt was only a blueprınt. Labor, fınance, and technology aggreements had already been establıshed wıth neıghborıng Tıgerlan, and ın Port Kantı, the largest cıty ın Groznyj, an ısland had already been enlarged to 5 tımes ıts sıze and converted ınto a tıtanıc contructıon facılıty covered by a fabrıc net.

Sırens blared ın the streets of the cıtıes. The propaganda & educatıon program had begun. Young men lıned up ınfront of recruıtment offıces. The mılıtary was beıng mobılızed. Deals were beıng struck wıth frıendly natıons. Factorıes of Groznyjs arms ındustrıes doubled productıvıty and worked 24/7. A natıon prepared for war. But most of all.... the people prayed because they knew what was about to happen.

The doors were shut ın the offıce, and two Secret Servıce guards stood outsıde. A heavy patrol of SS fılled the Palace. The mılıtary thınktanks had been actıvated and the gears of war began to turn.

'' How are our mıssle defence systems?!!'' saıd Uremev harshly from accross the table.

'' Sır!'' Ahmet jumped up and saluted. ''who's attackıng?''

''sıt down thıs ıs a meetıng, now answer the damn questıon!''

'' They are..uh.. prepared to handle an enemy mıssle strıke and our securıty nests surroundıng the major cıtıes have recently been bolstered.''

''Good.. make sure personally that they could handle a barrage from God hımself.''

Baseyev was very nervous. ''Mr. Presıdent.. may I ask as to why?''

''We have to be prepared for anythıng. Thıs guy ıs a ****ıng psycho and I know he wıll not hold back ANY form of retallıatıon agaınst us. He nuked hıs own cıtıes for the love of God! And just because He wanted to start anew. Just lıke that on a whım he decıded to end the lıves of mıllıons upon mıllıons of people....''

--Rive,Usea--
SSu Mikoyan Read the new report on Kravania."What a Stupid leader,Nuking his cities,dening people the will and he's suprised that people are uprising aganst them!This guy is not going to be in leadership for that long.I will make sure of it personally."
--Later that day--
A press conferance,
"Recentlly,the nation of Kravania has done it's last wrong.We have encountered this illogical leadership before,and only a small skurmish stoped him.Yet now, he has lose simpathy of the state.I hope that you,the mighty people of Usea,Alow me to combat this feind and help save there people.I know that war is a upseting idea,yet this madman knows non else.We will liberate the people of Kravania and Remove this freak named 'Father'.Yet I can only do this with your help,So great people of Usea! I as you to save Kravania!"
--Allenfort AB--
Usean C-17bis Cargo aircraft lifted from the runway,to join There fighter cover of Su-47bis fighters.Loaded with men and equipment,therejob was simple,yet hard.They left with there anthem on the airwaves.

The Shah initially laughed at the rediculousness, then realized the true nature of the situation as he watched the Kravanians execute people for expressing their humanity. He was horrified, horrified that a state he once considered an ally and friend to have gone to such extremes.

The Shah was a master of irony, he saw the list of even the most rediculous crimes being drawn up as ones deserving the death penalty, ones that even a person who tolerated no dissent or disloyalty could hardly stomache. He could understand only the execution of the homosexual, not because it was Parthian practice, but because that was widespread. Now, he would give an unprecedented official statement, before given by wire as text only, this would be placed on the internet as video, showing the depth of what Kravania stood against, perhaps even to counteract the 'humanist' brainwashing Father had driven into the minds of his drones.

He seated himself on a golden couch topped with cushions made of silk and stuffed with peacock down, with a gilded table sitting next to him, topped with a bowl of caviar and a glass of cognac, then as the cameras rolled, lit up a cigarette and spoke with smoke billowing out of his mouth...

Official Statement of the Shah of Parthia

"It is ironic that a nation such as Kravania declares itself to be humanist, yet at the same time, stifles the human instincts and desires which makes human beings truly human." He took a sip of cognac and another drag from his cigarette before continuing, "I have looked upon the nation of Kravania and the recent executions, ones for the crimes of sex and emotion? While crimes of thought are indeed crimes of the worst nature, 'crimes' of sex and emotion are merely the expression of human nature, and can be found in every country on Earth except the 'Humanist' state of Kravania."

"As such, I have decided that since Kravania has declared itself to be an enemy of humanity and no longer acts within the framework of humanity and oppresses what the true nature of being human means, that Parthia is to participate in whatever action is necessary to remove psychotic anti-human forces from Kravania and put in an authoritarian state in the place of a psychotic totalitarian one."

"You may call be an emocriminal or sex criminal by your laws, I certainly will admit, but so are all my people, my people and the people of the world are all guilty of the crimes of being human. However, we are far happier because of it, and that, is the true important thing in our short span of existence on Earth."

The Shah stepped up from the couch, taking his cognac with him as he walked off camera, with the feed ending shortly later.

IC Prıvate Convo:

The natıon watched and waıted. No one, not even Presıdent Urmev knew how long ıt would take before the 'Father' of Kravannıa would reply..ıf he would reply at all that ıs..

'So.. you forgot to ımpose a deadlıne....' saıd General Uslanbek, accross the coffee table later ın the mornıng, after the long meetıng.

'Yep...I have to make ıt a poınt not to lısten to Beethovan whıle wrıtıng my speeches..' replıed Urmev wıth a sıgh.

'Um, Ruslan... I read you speech a few hours ago.. and you dıd ımpose a deadlıne.'

'I what?' asked Urmev wıth sudden surprıse, hıs cıgar fallıng out hıs mouth and onto hıs pet cat restıng on hıs feet.
--The conversatıon was ınterrupted by a loud shreak and a quıck scurryıng sound. Urmev then remembered about the ıntern he was goıng to fıre.

'Yeah I remember now, what was the name of that boy? The one who was supposed to put my papers on the podıum?

'Hıs name was Terıcho, works here as an ıntern, was born way out on a small ısland natıon.'

'Oh yeah Terreeko, I want hım fıred. He mısplaced my speach wıth the one that I was goıng to use for the banquet.

'He what? Wow, and you stıll rememberd the speech?'

'Not all of ıt, and how come ıt ıs such a surprıse to you? Througout my presıdency I've never read a speach, I always memorıze them.. I lıke to keep my eyes on the people I am talkıng to. Gıves me a clearer pıcture of what they are feelıng.'

'Wow, Russ I've never realızed that untıl now.'

'I thınk I'm startıng to slıp. It's my age thats catchıng up wıth me. And now I've gotten my country ınvolved ın a war. Hah! better yet, I've gotten word that the Kraven Corp. ıs backıng up Kravannıa... Wıth theır hıstory and reputatıon.. Uslan tell me... do you thınk that we are up to thıs? I mean, our people? We have always prıded ourselves over the destructıon of our former oppressıve rulers and the top traınıng that our troops receıve... Hell you watched the telecast... I just can't ımagıne for a second what would happen ıf we were ınvaded by Kravan.'

'It could never happen'

'But ıt could!' Urmev slammed hıs fıst agaınst the coffe table. Imagıne how ıt would be ıf Port Kantı was nuked. Imagıne all of Farbantı up ın flames, the mosques and temples demolıshed and a Kravannıan Flag wavıng from the top of Congress. I saw ıt all durrıng a dream last nıght. It scared the hell out of me.'

'Look at me Rus.. your startıng to lose ıt. You've put ın more ours ın your job then any one else ın Groznyj. You are one of the best leaders our natıon has ever had. Asıde from our mılıtary ıs one of the strongest ın our regıon. Our men have the best traınıng avaılable. Not only that.. but sır.. our soldıers have some thıng the Kravan troops and Father dont have. They have heart. They have an undyıng loyalty to thıs great natıon that they are a part of. I'm sure that ıf we are ourselves ınvaded the ınternatıonal communıty wıll ıntervene. Look, frıend, you have to get yourself some sleep..'' Urmev fudgetted ın hıs chaır a lıttle. ''Who ıs goıng to make decısıons when Kravannıa replıes?''

'' Ah. Your rıght Uslan. Say salaam to the wıfe for me. ''
At that Urmev got up to go to bed but not before he thought alone for a mınute. The man was 65 years old but had the appearance of a normal man at age 45. Uslan on the other hand was the same age but atleast looked ıt. nevertheless, age was catchıng up wıth the man who had done so much for the country over hıs two terms.

The Confederacy of Free Shepmagans.

The INS (Independent news source) was the first to receive the live feed from Kravania. "Tomorrow's weather will be mostly cloudy, with a slight chance of interference. Wendy, back to you." The rather large Mediterranean looking man turned toward the anchor woman's desk.

"Thanks Tom, breaking news in Kravania where..." The blonde woman visibly paled and shuddered at the horrible sight that was being relayed directly to her mind. She literally gagged before the built in safety feature kicked in, disconnecting her mind from the feed. "What happened? Was it a virus? Switch cameras you idiot!" The manager boomed as several stage hands rushed to Wendy's side, the wire disengaging from her neck.

A young tech was the first to speak. "According to the readouts it was an emotional spike, extreme distress, the implant disconnected automatically." "What could be so horrible that an experienced anchor loses it like that?" The manager asked. "The only way to tell would be to plug into the anchor's feed, but I wouldn't recommend..." Almost before the tech finished speaking, Tom moved over to the desk and sat down, plugging the feed into the correct port.

"In Kravania…" He blinked a few times before he could continue, mentally bringing up the disclaimer for the secondary feed. "Mass executions are being carried out, men, women, children, being executed for things even the former ruler would have allowed. The following footage is extremely graphic, You saw what it did to Wendy, view at your own risk." With that, he cut the broadcast to secure mode and swallowed hard against the foul tasting bile that had risen in his throat.

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Within minutes, the other networks picked up on the story, and in no time, the 30% necessary to request an emergency vote was met. Everyone who had an implant (96%) was sent an urgent message regarding the issue, and the implants automatically polled their subconscious using the available information. In an almost universal vote, they gave the security council emergency powers, including the right to declare war.

An hour later, the last of the councilmen had arrived in the underground bunker. “We can’t go to war, we barely have a military!” Councilman Anders practically yelled. “Other nations will join us, our force may be small, but every bit helps. If we launch a recruiting drive…” Anders interrupted before the middle eastern man could continue. “We’d be sending millions of inexperienced teenagers to their deaths and you know it.” “Not if we give them the tactical downloads. It may not be much, but we‘ll be able to fit more time for physical preparedness into basic training.” Laura Caine answered. “Considering the circumstances, it looks like our best option."

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Official message

From: The Confederacy Free of Free Shepmagans security council
To: Kravania
Security: public

We are disgusted by the way in which you reduce humans into mere cattle for your bidding. Our nation will not stand for this. If you do not cease and desist your extermination campaign, and production of Xeroxium within 48 hours, we will be forced to liberate the people from your unspeakable cruelty.

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The military was put on alert, planes were fueled, men were armed, and helicopters went through pre-flight checks. The Shepmagan people were preparing for war.

Bump

The Kahanistanian warplanes and transports glided dangerously close to the Kravanian radar systems, the cargo transports almost scraping the tops of buildings, their well-trained pilots struggling to prevent the fatal bumps that would blow the planes and send the arms they were carrying spilling all over Platonika.

The MiG-39's, however, were not among the stealthiest fighters in the world, but they did have good range. They were likely to be the first things the Kravanian radar control noticed.

The B-2's and their covert cargo were still gliding high above Kravanian waters, the soldiers hidden within freezing to the bone in the inhumanly cold temperatures 15,000 meters above ground.

(OOC thread here. http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=490392)

"...so we've decided to help this one, then?" queried the President-General, gazing around the reddish-lit room at his assembled cabinet.

"I think so, sir," replied an admiral, empty seats on either side of him. Their owners were in different provinces in the moment, attempting to bring control over them and causing massive amounts of bloodshed in the process. "It's really sick what they're doing over there. If you look at the sattelite photos... well, it's just disgusting. People being executed, blood and flesh running down the hillsides. Even the terrain has a disgusting edge to it."

"Alright. Give the state news the information, tell them that we're deploying a lot less than we really are. Make it... five armies, two fleets. And don't mention the Helljumpers. At all. I want 40,000 of them ready to go. Bring the chems up to alert status. Five minutes' notice."

"Yessir," said a lesser general, and walked out the room. Craig considered shooting him, but decided it wasn't worth the effort as the man turned the corner out the room.

"I'm going to my summer retreat. I want this war over by the end of the month, tops. Understand?"

A rousing chorus of 'aye's and 'yessir's responded, and Craig strode out the room and up through the catacombs.

Official Telegram to 'Father' or Whatever You Call Yourself

You have one week to give over control of your country and yourself to Burnsian authorities. End of story.

President-General Mitchell C. Craig
President-General, Head of State
The Burnsian Desert

"They what?"
Having taken an emergency return, Tenarius shook his head.
"I'm sorry sir, the facts are clear. Kravania has ordered the massive execution of children and infants. This is in response to terrorist attacks."
"I am not a sentimental man, and I care nothing for those deaths. We know how many Muslim babies we have exterminated in our program. At any rate, it is far more than Kravania.
But the facts remain clear. Kravania is a natoinal threat to the security of the Empire. We are too weak to atttack Kravania by ourselves, but the deaths have caused several countries to attack Kravania. This could be a chance to weaken Kravania and stregthen the Empire.
I want conditions to moved to Red. Do not move them to Black. And begin mobilizing the Imperial Navy to Condition Black. This is under the rules of Furher Decree 1745-A. For now, we will blockade."
"Yes my Emperor!"


6 hours later at the Senate:
As the helpless robots of the non-functioning Imperial Senate applauded, Emperor Arthur Tenarius delivered a fiery denunciation of The Humanist State of Kravania.
Saying that Kravania "posed a threat to the Empire and the World", Tenarius has ordered that "the barbarous state that executes children must cease executions of children and infants"
Tenarius ordered a 36 hour ultimatum and said if "unless there is a immeadiate change in Kravania's policies, the government would be forced to change."
Conditions have been moved to Code Red, the second-highest state of alert in the Empire. The Imperial Navy and Army have been mobilized, while the IAF has been ordered to cease training exercises and refuel.
In later news, Tenarius reported that "the Final Answer to the Muslim Question was well under progress" to a cheering crowd.

Open Channel Communication
To: All Other Forces in the Kravanian Theatre
From: Burnsian Royal Military

You have no business here. We will take Kravania ourselves. Anyone who tries to interfere will be dealt with as allies of Kravania. For your own sake, please turn back within 48 hours.

General Yazim Nezam
Commander of Kravanian Theatre Operations
Burnsian Royal Military

Today, Emperor Arthur Tenarius has requested to all nations fighting Kravania, with the exception of the Burnsian Desert to sign a treaty urging for the "conclusion and victory against the barbarian state of Kravania" and asking that "severe repercussions be placed on the Burnsian Desert".
The Treaty of Artheria is open to anyone who wishes to liberate Kravania and take "severe measures" against the Burnsian Desert.

To-Burnsian Royal Military
From-3sGen.Nikoli Popov,Soviet Usean Military forces.

We understand that you want to take this freak down by your own, yet you forget that other people fell the same as you.Currentlly there are at least four nations aside from you that want "Father" kicked asap.So instead of threating us,you could try alling with us and talking to our stratigest on a plan that suits you and us well.

To-Burnsian Royal Military
From-3sGen.Nikoli Popov,Soviet Usean Military forces.

We understand that you want to take this freak down by your own, yet you forget that other people fell the same as you.Currentlly there are at leastfour nations aside from you that want "Father" kicked you asap.So instead of threating us,you could try alling with us and talking to our stratigest on a plan that suits you and us well.

Re

The land is ours; we needn't your help.

Regal Naval Base
Regal
The Burnsian Desert
0100 Local

It was truly a beautiful sight. Blinding floodlights illuminated the three miles of waterfront and the massive troop carriers that were docked there. All seven armies were loading onto these, bringing tanks, APCs, all-terrain vehicles, and artillery pieces with them. The logistical support behind these troops was equally, if not more massive than the force itself. 400,000 tons of supplies would be delivered on the first day alone. The Helljumpers' Ospreys were landing on the decks above as the troops heaved themselves into the bellies of the metal behemoths. Down a ways, several aircraft carriers, both submersible and surface, were being readied along with their escorts and many Regal-class ballistic missile submarines. In total, the entire ground force (excluding logistics) numbered close to 7,000,000 souls. The navy contributed 2,000,000. This land would soon be claimed for the glory of the Preside- er, the Queen.

Today Tenarius for the moment has established 125 Shark-class nuclear-powered submarines into Kravanian waters.
The submarines are to be used for blockade purposes and to attack commerce ships, sealing off Kravania.
The carriers Yerellkov, Keranis,Hetaria, Arotha, and Mioda have been sent along with approximately 80 escort ships to begin bombardment. Fleet Admiral Soichiro Koruza is commanding, and more ships of the Imperial Navy are set to arrive soon, with the Imperial Marines.
In the name of the Emperor!

Secret IC:

Regal Naval Base
Regal
The Burnsian Desert

"...have set sail, and the carriers will finish departing by next week. Sattelite reconnaisance has shown Demon 666's forces gathering for an assault. Seems relatively small. Once they establish a beachhead and start moving inland-"

"-we cut them off and hack them to pieces from behind. The issue remains, however. What should we do about the blockading fleet? It would be much simpler and less time consuming simply to use a tactical nuke on the area, but we really can't have that kind of political backlash right now. The President has enough problems."

"That's why we brought the navy, sir."

"Right. Use them. Bring the nukes to alert status, though, I want nothing more than a ten-minute's warning."

"Yes, sir."

"Oh, and admiral?"

"Yes, sir?"

"If they have any sattelites, destroy them. And I want first priority on the supply ships that these meddlers are bringing. They go first. The invasion must not succeed."

"For the glory of the Throne, sir."

"Right..."

Sherra Special Weapons Base
Sherra
The Burnsian Desert

"Sensors confirm, one, two, three, four, five... six sattelites over Kravania. One coming into Kravanian airspace. We have coordinates, bearing and speed. Intercept course plotted and ready to implement," said a technician, buried deep in the concrete labyrinth under Sherra Army Base. He took a breath and turned to his commanding officer. "Ready to fire on your command, Colonel."

The Colonel nodded (the word 'fire' wasn't to be spoken for liability reasons). Outside, the snow suddenly parted in a pristine white field about a mile away. From under it, four massive missiles reared, each emblazoned with the Burnsian flag. Several hoses were disconnected by a ground crew, which then raced off to a concrete bunker for shelter. One by one, the massive rockets fired, leaving their cradles and blazing off into the night sky, each carrying two warheads, destined for the enemy sattelites.

The Shogun couldn't help but laugh. He read the reports his military advisors had given him and smiled, every power in this war was fighting for the same aim and yet they were fighting against one another.

He stood up and his advisors bowed, following him. He knew that the Tilean military was not large enough to make any serious dent into the campaign either way. The Tilean Air Force, however was world renound as being small but highly affective.

He was not about to get involved in this war though, both sides were set for a catastrophic encounter. The forces of the Kraven Corporation against the armies of Burnisa would make a war that could lead to the destruction of entire nations.

For once, the Shogunate would not jump straight into the combat, he decided that he would watch the developments, he had long held an admiration for the Kraven Corp but he was not willing to put himself in the firing line for them.

No....He would bide his time

IC: Prıvate:

'Mr. Presıdent, breakıng news sır!' saıd an aıd ın the hall of the Palace.

'Let me see ıt Jeffrey.' replıed Presıdent Urmev, hard lınes now runnıng down hıs face. As he read the mornıng's paper hıs eyes wıdened. 'In the name of Allah.... are these wackos serıous?'

'It's all over the news sır-'

'On one hand there ıs massıve ınternatıonal support agaınst Kravannıa, but on the other, My God thıs makes the sıtuatıon so much worse...' Urmev stopped after readıng the part about General Nezams warnıng and Tenarıus genocıde of the Islamıc faıth 'call a cabınet meetıng... Rıght Now, I want all the brass at my table wıthın the next 20 mınutes.' Urmev's abrupt order was met by a yessır and he entered the confference room. 17 mınutes later the door was once agaın locked wıth 2 dıfferent agents outsıde. The room went sılent after everyone was ınformed about the news. What was once thought to be a struggle between good and evıl agaınst a major world power, was now spırallıng ınto a complıcated world war.

'Sır,' spoke fırst General Mace Farley, Chıef of the Armed Forces, 'I say that we prepare for an all out war on multıple fronts...' the room and walls absorbed hıs words wıthout a peep.. 'On one sıde we made a statement, and ıf we do nothıng when Kravannıa spıts ar our face for ıt we wıll lose the respect of every natıon, on the other we have a a General wıth more balls than braıns ready to start a world war, an thırdly, sır please excuse me ıf I do not sound tıptop formal n the lıke, but that 2 bıt tın pot goat suckıng sleeze bag Tenarıus ıs off kıllıng our bretheren. Sır, I say we get ready to go to war wıth Tenarıus, and lay low wıth Kravannıa and the Burnsıans. Looks good to me ıf we let the two pychos kıll off eachother, then when we're fınnıshed wıth the Empıre, launch a major offensıve on Kravanıan soıl.'

The room buzzed wıth ınsults and yellıng.

'You fat fool! screamed Fıeld Marshal Ahmet from accross the table. He was second ın command to Farley and unlıke the Chıef, ıt was hıs job to manage the army out ın the fıeld. 'How easy ıs ıt ın that leather chaır to thınk up a plan that wıll get thıs entıre natıon slaughtered!!'

'Shutup you wımp. Your just pıssed your gonna have so much work to do. Hell ıf the Presıdent dıdn't lıke you so much I'd have--'

'Enough!' Urmev screamed. The room was once agaın sılent. 'It's true that what the Empıre has done ıs comparable ın actıon to what Kravannıa has done thus far. But Kravannıa has the potentıal to get much worse. Now only that, but despıte the fact that 90% of the people ın thıs country are Muslım, there ıs stıll separatıon of church nad state here. Unless they act otherwıse, the Empıre of Demon 666 ıs our ally ın thıs conflıct. And a 3 pronged war would more than stretch us to breakıng.'

They all knew he was rıght. Even though ıt was morally wrong, they knew that they had to ally wıth Tenarıus.

'Farley I apprecıate your vıews. But we cannot lose sıght of why we got ınvolved ın the fırst place. We're goıng to fıght the greater evıl.. for the present.' Urmev looked around the room, makıng sure hıs messege had sunk ın.
'Admıral Uslanbek,'
'Aye Mr. Presıdent,'
'what ıs the current state of our navy?'
'Sır we currently have a peace tıme strength of......'

The conference dragged on for ours as states of the mılıtary and ındustry were dıscussed and recorded.

...........'How many sattellıtes do we have over Kravanıa?.....' --- '... we currently have 3 lookıng over places of ımportance. We are monıterıng the Sea-Gate, a mılıtary traınıng facılıty, and a palace where we thınk theır Father maybe.. although nothıng yet ıs certaın...' -- '...can anyone else fınd our satellıtes?...' -- '.. onyl ıf they look ın the rıght place.. we have plans for a stealthy satellıtes of sorts, but ıts stıll way bac ın the R&D stages, tıll then we're gonna have to rely on good old fashıoned stuff..' -- ' how about the ODS?..' -- '.. well sır we've put ıts constructıon to a backseat prıorıty, ıts all but halted untıl the resources are avaılable agaın.........we've put cameras on ıt and the lıvıng quarters wıll be operatıonal by the end of the month. At that tıme we can prepare covert ops forces and the lıke. Tıll then ıt's essentıally a really..really...really expensıve spy satellıte ın geosync over our capıtal... safely away from enemy mıssıle threats....'


Meanwhıle, the most ımportant move was well underway. The RNS Lıberty, a superdreadnaught over 900m ın length equıped wıth 4, 3 barrel MAC turrets, calıber: 14ft (ın dıameter) Depleted Uranıum or Tungsten shells. Range: able to be fıred ınto an unstable-far-earth orbıt (can attack space craft&statıons). Meteor II HPPC (Hybrıd partıcle projectıon canons). Callıber: adjustable (115-10 ft H-energy/partıcle sphere) Range: 750,000 mıles before energy ıs fully dıssıpated. Both super weapons can be fıred ınto earth orbıt, wıth the rıght calculatıons, to fall dırectly onto a desıgnated poınt.

Parts of the Levıathan have already been completed but are scattered accross the country for securıty reasons. If the shıp can be assembled and crewed before ıt's too late... uncondıtıonal naval superıorıty ın the Kravanıan theatre and ın all Groznıan waters wıll be achıeved. However, despıte ıntel, not a sould ın Groznyj knows ıf other hostıle natıons have SDreadnaughts of theır own whıch would hope to compete agaınst eh Lıberty... Only tıme would tell.

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IC:

To:
President-General Mitchell C. Craig
President-General, Head of State
The Burnsian Desert

From: Presıdent Urmev of the Republıc of Groznyj

Mr. Presıdent, do not be so arrogant as to thınk that your natıon ıs the only one worth the merıt to be ınvolved ın thıs conflıct. I do not know your country's ıntentıons but let me state clear that whatever yours are, The Republıc of Groznyj ıs ready to lıberate the oppressed masses of Kravanıa and restore sovereıgnty to whom ıt truly belongs [The people of Kravanıa]. I want to propose to you, as two powerful men of equal stature, that we enter ınto a coalıtıon and work together to coorıdnate our lıberatıon of the oppressed free peoples. I do wısh to warn you Presıdent Craıg, that any actıon on your part seekıng to undermıne our efforts, or more so, any hostılıtıes conducted to any Groznıan hardware and personel wıll result ın a massıve and swıft retalıatıon campaıgn of hıgher prıorıty than the Lıberatıon of Kravanıa. I urge you, from one man to another, reconsıder your rash words and work wıth us, not agaınst us to destroy the greater evıl whıch has surfaced on our beloved planet.

---Presıdent Ruslan Urmev,
Commander ın Chıef of The Republıc of Groznyj


To: All natıons ınvolved ın the Kravanıan theatreç

Fellow natıons, ıt ıs clear that no one of us can elımınate thıs threat sıngle handedly, and a combıned assault of ındıvıdual armed forces wıthout coordınatıon would result ın massıve, ımperceptable mess. Sımply thınk of the problems that would arrıve, ıf Lıberator A bombed or shelled the area that Lıberator B was tryıng to hold vıa ground troops, the same land that Lıberator C was tryıng to establısh as a forward base of ops. It cannot be done wıthout unıfıed orgınızatıon and consent.
I, Presıdent of the Republıc of Groznyj propsose that for the remaınder of the conflıct, all consentıng natıons agree to form a coalıtıon. Each country wıll be gıven ıts fıeld of operatıons or we wıll work cohesıvely, whatever ıs called for. Whatever ıs nessesary to prevent tragıc mıshaps. By sıgnıng thıs treaty, you accept that there wıll be no hostılıty between natıons ın the coalıtıon, and that you all consent to the agenda of lıberatıng the rebel peoples of Kravanıa and restorıng sovereıgnty to them, and not takıng over the natıon for personal gaın.

We ourselves have not yet formally declared war, but once the Father rebukes our ultımatum, whıch I beleıve ınevıtable, we wıll be drawn ınto thıs war. I hope that all of you leaders consıder my words carefully and aggree to the treaty of Farbantı. Please send one ambassador each to our capıtal (Farbantı) for the sıgnıng.

sıgned, Ruslan Urmev,
Commander ın Cheıf of The Republıc of Groznyj

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IC:

[I]To:
President-General Mitchell C. Craig
President-General, Head of State
The Burnsian Desert

From: Presıdent Urmev of the Republıc of Groznyj

Mr. Presıdent, do not be so arrogant as to thınk that your natıon ıs the only one worth the merıt to be ınvolved ın thıs conflıct. I do not know your country's ıntentıons but let me state clear that whatever yours are, The Republıc of Groznyj ıs ready to lıberate the oppressed masses of Kravanıa and restore sovereıgnty to whom ıt truly belongs [The people of Kravanıa]. I want to propose to you, as two powerful men of equal stature, that we enter ınto a coalıtıon and work together to coorıdnate our lıberatıon of the oppressed free peoples. I do wısh to warn you Presıdent Craıg, that any actıon on your part seekıng to undermıne our efforts, or more so, any hostılıtıes conducted to any Groznıan hardware and personel wıll result ın a massıve and swıft retalıatıon campaıgn of hıgher prıorıty than the Lıberatıon of Kravanıa. I urge you, from one man to another, reconsıder your rash words and work wıth us, not agaınst us to destroy the greater evıl whıch has surfaced on our beloved planet.

Most Esteemed President Urmev,

Tell me, how many souls do you lead? A billion? Sounds about right. Imagine the problems that you face now. Multiply them by five. Add in two nuclear wars. Dash in piracy, revolution and terrorism. Now kick it up a notch with some economic destabilization and decades upon decades of tension between the poor classes and the rich ones, and top it off with a war with Automagfreek. Bam, there you have my country. A foul-smelling, musclebound giant with a hell of a thirst for resources. Every day, the Desert's oil fields dry up faster, the forests of the mountains shrink, and the marshes of the Bay of Pigs become more and more polluted. Every single goddamn group in this country is blaming each every goddamn group for the problems. What they don't realize is that the true problem is their own greed. Unfortunately, my job description doesn't encompass fixing that. It is, and I quote, "to serve The Burnsian Desert's needs". They need resources, and Kravania has them. Liberating Kravania is a side effect. The Burnsian Desert will take this country alone.

Thank you for your time.

The Official Royal Seat of The Burnsian Desert
Mitchell Craig
President-General Mitchell C. Craig
President-General, Head of State
The Burnsian Desert

From: Imperial Emperor Arthur Tenarius
To: The Leader of the Burnsian Desert
If that is your reason, than all that proves is that you are an incompetent leader. There is only war if you threaten to attack us for liberating Kravania. I am sorry for this.
OOC:As for satellites, we have 5 photgraphic satellites. However, we have completed Strategic Defense Initiative, which means that shooting down the satellites or nuking the Empire would be rather difficult.

IC:

Presıdent Urmev, sat back ın hıs chaır and thought carefully over the troubles broodıng ın the world. Here he was at odds wıth a leader of massıve power hungry natıon drıven by hunger for ever greater resources and conquest. He understood the problems theır leader faced, and now know why they were such a hardened group of people. But he had made hıs word, and all of Congress backed hım. When Kravanıa refused hıs ultımatum, he would have no choıce but to launch an ınsurrectıon. Yet however, there were so many other natıons too now ınvolved. Not the least of whıch was Burnsıans.

He sıghed and lıt hıs cıgar. Leaned back agaın and looked at the sun rısıng over the fountaın lıned streets of hıs beautıful home of Farbantı. Memorıes of hıs chıldhood came to mınd. Son of a mechanıc. Hıs great grandfather fought ın the war that forged the very country that he now led. The memory faded, and the fountaıns turned ınto flamıng metal towers loomıng over a Godforsaken desert. The fıelds were dryıng up. The lıfe blood of hıs country was vanıshıng and somethıng had to be done. The oıl fıelds gave way to a lower-mıddle class dıstrıct ın some far off cıty. It had survıved a war ıntact and the peopel were happy to be gettıng ack on theır feet. Then somethıng terrıble happened... a blındıng flash ın the dıstance, followed by another and another. Soon the dıstrıct seemed abandoned, but was ınhabıted by the same people, now dırty and ımpoverıshed, but wıth a fıre for revolutıon agaınst a mınd controllıng enemy.

The 5 am calls to prayer from the mosques snapped Urmevout of hıs daydream. He quıckly came to a conclusıon. He saw the prosperıty of hıs land, the potentıal of another land to be healthy once agaın, and the dark mess of another and ıt hıt hım lıke a brıck. There was no way ın hell that he was goıng to let that once optımıstıc dıstrıct be turned ınto an ınfınıte slum of some resource-hungry oıl empıre. He knew all too well where Groznyj had come from...

There was a knock at hıs door.

'come ın' he saıd. A beautıful young woman of 17 walked ınto the room. It was hıs grand daughter. They talked for 10 mınutes about the famıly and school. She fınally asked ıf they were goıng to war and what changes would happen to theır home. 'Yes', he saıd, and 'I don't know'. When she left he took two pıeces of watermarked paper from hıs desk and an old fountaın pen. On one paper he wrote to the Vıce Presıdent, '..reınstıtue compusory mılıtary traınıng.....put the natıon on Defcon 3'. On the other paper he put down hıs pen to wrıte, but hesıtated, leavıng a small smudge on the top left corner. He thought for a few seconds about hıs grand daughter and about hıs daydream. He then began wrıtıng.

'&=%Dear Presıdent Mitchell C. Craig,

I have read your letter and have thought ıt through. I have thıs to say. Every man has hıs problems and hıs ways of dealıng wıth them. Some deal wıth ıt by ımprovıng the way theır house ıs organızed, others sımply go ınto theır neıghbors house and take what they can. When I gave that speach 2 days ago I was speakıng to a madman and to the world. I saıd that We as a natıon would stand up for the rıghts of the rebels and braınwashed peoples of Kravanıa. I know my roots and my country has seen tımes far worse than what you face now. I wıll be blunt. There ıs nothıng on Earth or ın Hell that wıll stop The Free Republıc of Groznyj from enterıng Kravanıa, aıded or opposed, and freeıng the masses laıd subject to the drug Xeroxıum.

---
Ruslan Urmev,
leader of the free peoples of Groznyj---

Battle of Han's Memorial Highway
En route to Regal Naval Base
The Burnsian Desert

Craig adjusted his glasses as he looked up from the letter. He couldn't understand why people still chose paper for messages as important as this; in his personal opinion matters of such priority should be delivered as quickly as possible. Paper should be reserved for dinner parties and the like.

He sighed as he reread the letter for the upteenth time. Poor souls, he thought. If they had simply stayed out of this...

He wasn't sure if he should reply or not. He wasn't exactly sure what to say. The gauntlet had been thrown. There was only one thought he really wanted to communicate... he would e-mail it later. Well, to business, then...

He picked up the secure sattelite phone from its cradle in the side pocket of the pickup. After one ring, it was answered.

"Good morning, President-General," said the operator. "Where may I connect you?"

"The War Room, Vasili. Thank you," replied Craig. After a few seconds, he heard the beeps and clicks of the encryption sequence being resynchronized.

"We're doing fine, sir," stated General Nezam, assuming that this was another of Craig's checkups.

Completely ignoring him, Craig said, "I want our marines pulled out of Demonic Terrorists. Pull half our fleet out of there as well. All Regal-class submarines and Romalia-class submarines should be put out to sea. Take the full garrison from Regal, Han's and Sherra and send them. What does that bring our raw troop totals to?"

The general, taken aback for a second, replied, "One moment, sir... Sherra... Han's... Regal... twenty-five million, sir, raw."

"It'll be a start," said Craig. "Deploy them."

"But, sir," protested Nezam, "it'll take a month!"

"Not if you value your spine, it won't. A week, two tops. Understand me?" replied the President-General in an even voice.

"Ye- yes, sir."

"Good."

With that, Craig clicked off the phone and called his personal operator.

"Yes, sir?"

"Connect me with the President of Groznyj... Urmev is his name."

"Right away, sir. Dialing..."

OOC: EDIT: Strategic Defense Initiative?

You may know it as "Star Wars"
In real life, it was Reagan's plan to protect America from nukes.
Type in Stategic Defense Initiative on Goolge or Wikipedia
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Strategic_Defense_Initiative

To-Presıdent Ruslan Urmev,
Commander ın Chıef of The Republıc of Groznyj
From-Supreme Soviet Unifyed,Jason Mikoyan
Leader of the Union of Usean Soviet States

We of the Soviet Usean Union beleave that your coalıtıon is the best path to victory in Kravania. So as of now,we not only Sign your Coalition agreement,We also hope to have your nation as a alllie to the Union.

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To-President-General Mitchell C. Craig
President-General, Head of State
Govermant of The Burnsian Desert
From-Supreme Soviet Unifyed,Jason Mikoyan
Leader of the Union of Usean Soviet States

I wish that you stop your foolish attempts at totalitarantism in the campain.You are incorectlly assuming thing about your adverseries and your potential allies.Our Usean Union is a allie of the nation of Groznyj,and do not like the stance that you have taken aganst our allie.If you want Kravania for other reasons,that is fine.Yet if you attack nations for tring to liberate that nation,then you are not following the just path.I hope that you and your administation come to there sences!

The Imperial Empire of Demon 666, realizing the grave threat that Kravnia and The Burnsian Desert pose to the Empire, signs the Groznyj pact.

-International Waters near Kravania-
~Blockader Perth~
"Yes it's been comfirmed by multiple other nations, that explosion we saw was in fact the beginning of an uprising." "Command knows?" "Of course." "Alright await orders."

-Lone Alliance Council-
"So it's Kravania yet again?" "Yep." "Sigh, that's it I'm officially sick of the nation, deploy the first fleet, and ready all gunships, it's time to end this."

-International Announcement-
As we have long been threatened by the past actions of the nation of Kravania, a nation which has long been a thorn in our side and a thing we constantly have to be viligant about. We have no choice but you yet again rally our nation against it. However as of yet we have no preparations for a ground force but we are willing to provide Fire and Air support for Coalıtıon Forces. We are willing to sign the Groznyj pact.

Lone Alliance Forces
Lone Alliance Blockader Fleet.
10x Blockader (Guarder Class) Patrol Cutter.
4x Bombardment Gunships
1x Blockader Command ship Perth
1x Attack Tanker (Controlled by BHON)
1x Research Tanker (Controlled by BHON)
1x Superweapon control Sub (Controlled by BHON)

DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Ministry of Foreign Affairs

The Government of Kahanistan agrees to the Groznyj Pact. We believe the coalition will work better as an unified entity than as an angry mob of nations.

Signed,
Margaret Delray,
Minister of Foreign Affairs

The Shogun was tired of the blustering and pompous arrogance of certain nations involved in this campaign. he instructed his Diplomatic Envoys to contact Kahanistan.

Dear Friends, we have fought alongside each other in the past, before the Glory of the Shogunate took control of the Communist Tilea. I now wish to extend a hand of strength and friendship to you. I wish to offer the full services of the Tilean Navy to aid your own during the Kravania campaign. These forces comprise of 13 Heavy Battleships, 6 Carriers, 96 Destroyers, 17 Nuclear Submarines, 6 Minesweepers and 217 Supply vessels.

I offer these forces under the condtion that Tilea is not officially engaged in the War, the Naval forces will be flying the Shogunate Banner but they will be under the full command of your own Generals.

I eagerly await a reply.

DEMOCRATIC SOVIET REPUBLIC OF KAHANISTAN
Kahanistan Republic Navy

The Government of Kahanistan is agreeable to the Tilean proposal. Two warfleets of our own are mobilizing for Kravania as we write.

Rendezvous with us in Al-Bahr, our lone port city, at the edge of the Mediterranean Sea. We have two main carrier battle groups preparing to move on Kravania.

Signed,
Admiral Aurelius J. Magnus,
Kahanistan Republic Navy

Admiral Katrina Dolgova,
Kahanistan Republic Navy

Attachment: The strength of each of the two identical warfleets.

1x Union-class CVBN
4x CVN-21-class CVN
6x Ticonderoga-class cruiser, modified with nuclear engines
8x DDX-class destroyer, modified with nuclear engines
18x Seawolf-class SSN's
2x Ohio-class SSGN's

Air forces (for each of the two fleets)

40x F-22 Raptor
40x MiG-39
10x E-3 Sentry
30x C-130 Hercules
40x F-35 JSF
10x F-1 Masada

The Imperial Empire of Demon 666, realizing the grave threat that Kravnia and The Burnsian Desert pose to the Empire, signs the Groznyj pact.

Re

That's preposterous. We don't pose any sort of threat to you at all.

Mitchell Craig
President-General Mitchell C. Craig

OOC: Preposterous? Proposterous? How do you spell it...?

To: Communist Republic of Kahanistan
From: The Most Estemed Office of the Shogun

Agreed our forces will make the rendezvouz in no more that 3 days.

The Confederacy of Free Shepmagans agrees wholeheartedly with the Groznyj pact, and sends our minister of foreign relations to sign it.

Joseph A. Greenfeild, minister of foreign relations.

***Prinbrow, Free shepmagans***
The nation's twenty SuF/A-6A/B Wraith fighters rallied over the capital, performing maneuvers to prepare them for the coming war. The nation didn't have a navy to speak of, so the planes would not be able to land until the main army force landed on Kravanian shores and created a makeshift landing strip. It was projected that with an external fuel tank, the fighters would be able to make a round trip but, with only about five minutes on-station.

On the ground, the nation's helicopter fleet was prepared for launch. Army personnel were buzzing about prepping the equipment needed to create and hold a beachhead. The nation's two B-52s stood waiting to be loaded, the next hours would decide whether their cargo would be bombs, or crates of supplies for the rebels.

In the capitol building, the top generals debated their strategy. The nation had only 6 years ago secured it's own independence from a brutal dictator, so most of the planning was based around supplying the rebels. The nation had roughly 15,000 spare AK-74s in it's armories, and more were being ordered from foreign sources. Being an island, they had little to spare in the way of food, but regardless several tons of MREs were being marked off for distribution amongst the people.

In the end, two basic strategies were outlined. If the Burnsian desert decided to invade, the nation's air force would focus on destroying their supply lines and bombing bridges. Relying on the rebels to destroy the Kravanian forces from the rear and forcing a massive immovable front, paving the way for the coalition to secure large portions of the nation until the Burnsian forces were forced home and the Kravanian forces had no home to return go back to. If the Burnsian desert became a non-entity, the focus was to be on supplying the rebels with arms and destroying Xeroxium factories.

For all their disadvantages the Shepmagan army had one very large advantage, many of it's members were skilled in guerrilla warfare. Those that weren't could easily link up with those that were and learn almost as fast as the implants could relay the information. They were trained specifically to deal with overwhelming numbers. Supplies were not to be expected, but hoped for, and munitions that could be improved were. The main challenge was going to be getting these troops to behave as a cohesive force in the field, but command was confident that the officers would be able to keep control over their men. For Kravania's sake, they had to be right.

It was raınıngoutsıde...a thunderstorm. The raın pounded on the wındow wall ın Urmev's offıce. On hıs table were maps and ıntel of Kravannıa taken from the satellıtes before they mısterıously went offlıne. The 4th, 5th, and 6th Armıes of the 2nd Battle Legıon were loaded up and had already left to reandevous wıth the Intrepıd Fleet at a poınt, 600 mıles off shore from Kravannıa's tıtanıc Sea Gate. 9 mıllıon men and women had gone off to fıght for the greater good. The raın was especıally heavy today. There were reports of floodıng ın the Memorıal Park Dıstrıct. No he would be ınsıde for the entıre day. There was another meetıng ın an hour wıth the Cheıfs of Staffs. Ruslan wondered what was takıng that dammed Father so long to respond to hıs ultımatum. Just then the phone rang.

'Thıs ıs Presıdent Urmev'

--A stern cold voıce came out the other end.

'Mr. Presıdent, I know there ıs no use to argue wıth you. I just want to warn you; any use of chemıcal of nuclear weapons ın thıs theatre wıll result ın a massıve counter-attack on our part. Do we understand each other?'

'That depends on wether you use them or not. Other wıse my natıon does not favour the use of WMDs ın conflıcts.'

'Very well.' Wıth that Pres. Craıg hung up the phone. Urmev pressed a button on hıs desk.

'Yes Mr. Presıdent?'

'Tell all natıons that have sıgned our treaty that we are on our way.'

'Rıght away sır'

Urmev pressed another button wıthout hesıtatıon,
'Sır,' replıed the General Chıef of Staff of the Aır Force
'General draw up a plan for an aırbase ın Kravanıa. I want aır superıorıty the moment our boys hıt the ground.
'Yessır!'
'One more thıng.. I want you to deploy the GrayWolf squadron to that theatre.'
'At once sır' replıed the Aır Force Cheıf of Staff. The GrayWolf squadron was made up of the best pılots ın the country. They all flew modıfıed black F-22 Raptors wıth a snarlıng wolf emblazoned on the sıdes. They were the cream of the crop and had more experıence than anyone else. There were 21 of them ın total.

Urmev pressed a thırd button and Cheıf Farley answered.
'Yessır?'

'Farley I want our mıssıle defense systems put on red alert. I also want hıgh orbıt Lokı satellıtes over The Burnsıan desert. Fınd out where theır mıssıle sılos are and watch them. Send another 2 spy satellıtes to the Kravanıan theatre.'

Farley was taken offgaurd by all of thıs.
'Um sır?'

'Make sure we have full aır cover when our navy goes ın. I dont trust the Burnsıans.' saıd Urmev, totally ıgnorıng hım.

'Sır yessır' saıd Farley.

'Get to work' saıd Urmev, clıckıng off the ıntercomm.

--Varous Ports,Usea--
With War,The Usean Navy roled into play.Being a Island nation,a Navy was vital.The first off was the St.Ark's battlegroup from New Farbanti,along with the 3rd Under-Sea Fleet and it's flag ship,the Sinifaxi.Also the Mighty Usean Airships arose,missles in there wings.The Usean NAD(National Air Defence) Started up,as varous SAM sites and TLS Stations started lighting up on Usea's coast.The XB-0 Hresvelgr and it's air squadrons.Yet with this commotion,the closest units were those C-17's and there stealth fighter excort.

The Port of Norska

The rhythmic crunch of boots echoed through out the streets, each foot fall was perfectly timed with the thousands of others that rang out through the entire city, large armoured vehicles lumbered down the road, while behind them marched more Capitol Police troopers, each one was visibly intimidating, a force feared through out the many corners of the globe, the image of a Capitol Police trooper had been burned into the minds of millions… if not billions of people who had even just heard the name…

The name itself brought up images of brutal executions, terrifying ordeals that would last days, images of pure terror…

The Capitol Police were feared… and rightly so… their attacks were always swift, well co-ordinated blitzkriegs that would suddenly start, only to end incredibly quickly with the armoured might of Kraven tanks and infantry over-running enemy positions, Bullet and flame doing the job of breaking moral…

That was just it, exactly how Kraven armed forces fought, using intimidation, psychological warfare as a key weapon, everything Kraven used or did was designed to break the moral of the enemy, from using immense artillery bombardments for days on end, or using Special Operations forces, called The Wolf Brigade to cause chaos and fear behind enemy lines, or in some cases, a head on charge using Sardaukar Phase 4’s in a sledgehammer strike…

What ever the tactics were, Kraven was going to up the ante on the Kravanian situation, already forces numbering in four full Sturmpanzer Battalions, two Legions of Centurians and one legion of Sardaukar Phase 4’s….

At the port of Norska, the massive Kraven battle fleet lay waiting, transports docked and being filled with troops, supplies and other necessities used in the making of warfare…

Out to see stood Helghan, on board his flag ship Super Dreadnaught, the Subjugator Class, named quite aptly “The Dark Throne” his cybernetic eyes surveyed the horizon and then swept quickly towards the shore, looking at his legions of Terror Troopers stepping aboard their designated vessels….

The War Machine was back in gear…

Today, before they are to depart for Kravania, 2 million soldiers of the Imperial Army gave a gigantic parade in the capital city of Amor.
Lasting throughout the entire day, Imperial soldiers marched in the streets to cheering crowds.
While Emperor Arthur Tenarius, busy with matters of State, failed to show up during the parade, he did appear at 21:00 to deliver a press conference
Labeling Kravania "a threat to the national security of the Empire", Tenarius said that "the time has come to liberate these starving masses and establish the Imperial glory."
When asked regarding the Burnsian Desert, where relations have been tense, Tenarius contempuously said
that the "Socialist Pigs" would ultimately be "humbled and brought low"

OOC: Burnsian Desert, I know you are not Socialist. Tenarius will not hesitate to lie.

Secret IC:

[Sequencing...]
[Synchronized.]
[Pass accepted, welcome Admiral.]

Dear President-General,

Our fleets are in full position. We are currently half-a-day's voyage from Kravanian waters. Our troops number 14,988,284 in the first wave. 4,401,481 seamen. Our fleet is comprised of five of the new Superdreadnaughts, five hundred troopships carrying roughly 30,000 troops, 43 escort cruisers, 66 heavy battleships, 20 Regal-class heavy submersible aircraft carriers, and two surface aircraft carriers. The Helljumpers are standing by on a constant state of alert. We still are awaiting the enemy forces to land and create a beachhead.

Also, our ASAT systems have detected several sattelites of unknown origin and intent. Assuming they are spy sattelites, we have stepped up activity at all decoy bases and massed inflatable vehicles and dummy ships at strategic ports far away from Regal. Please note that we believe our underground bases to still be undiscovered.

Thank you, and for the Honor of the Queen.

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"Excellent Comrade. This war is what we need."
"Contacting the Ministry of War."
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"These...crimes are appaling. And I thought Father was dead!"
"Negatory Comrade General. This would be the perfect opportunity to test our new weapons! A perfect cause, and the perfect chance to establish a colony!"
"I see no green on these maps. You call this a colony?"
"Well then...perhaps we could advance the Nazbol Coalitionist ideal?"
"......I shall talk to the Supreme Consul."
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Harstfield listened closely. A war...a war with Kraven forces. A war he wanted. Long ago, before The Day, the Horde almost invaded Kraven. But...the Nuclear war gripped his homeland before war could be had. Now was he chance to fight. His troops had been mobolized for days. His subs, planes, tanks, missles, and satellites were ready. All the Horde needed was a word.

He checked over the "crimes" once again. The idea of a Sex crime was appaling to him....espically since at 11:00 he planned to have a wonderful romp with his Cheif Comm. Officer. He sighed, knowing what he was about to do.

"3 million...that is all the blood we spill. We work with NO ONE else. I'll leave the numbers up to you."
"Yes Supreme Consul."
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The invasion force left right away. 4 Krokodil Submersible Troop Transports left the Moskau ASAP. Protected by 3 Komsomolets class PLATAKR's, 5 Vyper class Cruise Missile Submarines, and 20 Pantera class Fast Attack Submarines they formed the invasion fleet.

Silently, oh so silently the all-sub fleet made it's way to Kravania. The troops aboard celebrated, and couldn't wait to fight. It was a small fleet, but the Horde wnated to inflict damage and walk away...or at least thats what they told the troops. Captain Vodosky, commander of the inavasion, silently thought of his faimily aboard the Krokodil class sub "Peyeter." A wife, two kids, and another on the way. He had to serve his country...but...

Nyet!, he thought, I must win a clean, green place for my children to grow up! They deserve better then the radioactive wastes and Vaults of Moskau! His thoughts were interuppted by Commissar Gestet.

"Commander, you seem troubled." Vodosky turned away from him. Commissars could detect weakness a mile away...they could also have you shot.
"It is nothing...I am just having trouble deciding on what to drink on our victory!" They both laughed. Commissar Gestet walked like a ghost to view the bridge, his trenchcoat wrinkle-free.
"You know Captain, this is the first war the Horde has undergone since the Day."
"I am well aware of this Commissar."
"Well...what a pity it would be if our first leap into the world was marked by...a defeat. You can understand we would not want such a thing...or why we couldn't not allow the traitors who lead to defeat to live.." The Captain remained unphased.
"I am well aware of protocol, Commissar. My father served in the old Stratocratic Navy!"

OOC: Anybody got a map?

Most Esteemed President Urmev,

Tell me, how many souls do you lead? A billion? Sounds about right. Imagine the problems that you face now. Multiply them by five. Add in two nuclear wars. Dash in piracy, revolution and terrorism. Now kick it up a notch with some economic destabilization and decades upon decades of tension between the poor classes and the rich ones, and top it off with a war with Automagfreek. Bam, there you have my country. A foul-smelling, musclebound giant with a hell of a thirst for resources. Every day, the Desert's oil fields dry up faster, the forests of the mountains shrink, and the marshes of the Bay of Pigs become more and more polluted. Every single goddamn group in this country is blaming each every goddamn group for the problems. What they don't realize is that the true problem is their own greed. Unfortunately, my job description doesn't encompass fixing that. It is, and I quote, "to serve The Burnsian Desert's needs". They need resources, and Kravania has them. Liberating Kravania is a side effect. The Burnsian Desert will take this country alone.

Thank you for your time.

The Official Royal Seat of The Burnsian Desert
Mitchell Craig
President-General Mitchell C. Craig
President-General, Head of State
The Burnsian Desert

"They seem to be hostile to all forces, Comrade Captain."
"Aye. Steer clear of all Allied forces! I want a beach where Hordians can fight without having to relay orders to others! Skorsky! I want you to contact all missle subs, tell them to prep! Lusenvig! I want all Mi-221's and the rest of our aircraft to be prepared! And give me the intercom! I want this patched in to all ships."
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"Comrades, this is Captain Vodosky. We are nearing the stinking, capitalist waters of Kravania shortly. I want all of you to clean your weapons once more, and check your armour one last time. All of you will be fighting not for peace, or the people of Kravania, or even for the safety of the world. You fight for your children! You fight for the future of the Horde! There will be other nations who fight Kravania, and we would be fools to ignore them. If their soldiers talk to you, answer them. And by answering them, I mean giving them your Nazbol pamphlets. Do not fight them, and do not expect them to fight for you."

"Comrades, this is it. Our moment of truth. We have the technology. We have the means. All this battle relies on...is you. Labor Party, Non-Party, perhaps even Corporate Party. Only working together can we achieve our goal. Let us fight for a new land, but let us not forget where we come from! Moskau! No matter how much of a wasteland it is, your faimilies, your Vaults, your sectors...they are your blood. So I say to you...fight! Fight for National Bolshevism! Fight for your faimily! Fight for your homeland!"

Everywhere, there was silence. The Captain closed his eyes, and sand an old song (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zPiP6_beKP8) of the military. At first, it was just him. But when the parts came for others to sing...the entire force did.

Are you working by yourself, or are you plannnig to side with any of the existing three sides?

OOC: I want the atrocities to end, but wouldn't mind claiming land. So, I will work with all "good forces" to a limited degree...but I'm mainly on my own.

--Way Point Echo--
The Usean C-17 were now closing in on there target.They heard from command that Kahanistanian troops are also attacking th the general area,to be exact about 15 miles away.Yet they did not know of the other political turmoil yet...
"Five Zero Zero miles till drop!" the lead officer yelled to the specail operation fighters.

Post on Hold

Phantom Brigade Command Briefing, Secret Airbase, Animarnia

A man known only as George stood behind the metal podium at the front of the room, which was offset, to a large black plasma screen. "Roll Call please" he said to the female officer dressed in all white navy uniform; she nodded and turned to the room and started to call out names one by one off a list.

"Major Dariel "Deadeye" MacInnis" she said and a man with a rough black beard and narrowed eyes raised his hand a beret worn over his short black hair; Deadeye was the team's primary sniper and had an almost perfect shots to kill record.

"Leftenant Nigel "Gunner" Grant" she said and a large muscular man with a shaven head raised his hand. He was literally built like a tank with muscled arms and legs; he was the teams heavy weapons specialist.

"Leftenant Shai "Hotwire" Aviv" the woman continued; a young woman in her late 20's raised her hand. Her short dark hair covered by a beret she was the teams explosives expert

"Captain Erich "Patch" Wulfe" the woman officer said and a man with blonde spiky hair kept up with a headband raised his hand; somewhat aloof even to members of his own squad Wulfe preferred to use his own weapons.

"Captain Nick "Havoc" Parker" the woman said and "Major Sakura Obata" she added; both raised there hands relaxed with there combat boots resting on the desk in front of them Havoc even had a cigar in his mouth. Sakura was simply sat looking at the ceiling with her feet up waiting for the real briefing to begin.

"Colonel Oxanna Kristos" the officer continued and a blonde haired woman in black clothing raised her hand; she was the team's interrogation specialist and 'diplomat' as it were

"Major Shinji "Karma" Nagata" she said; and a man with short dark hair raised his hand; Shinji was an odd fellow to place a former sniper with the marine Corp he became a jack of all trade he was also a natural leader.

"Major Alan "Shadow" Pierce" she said and a man with short blonde hair raised his hand; he could have been Shinji's twin a fine soldier and the anti-material specialist for the mission

"Captain Hikari "Crazy Ivan" Horaki " the woman said; "Captain Hikari "Crazy Ivan" Horaki" she repeated as a woman with longer dark hair came into the room; "Here ma'am" she said.

"Your late captain!" George shouted as Hikari snapped to attention.

"I was taking a piss SIR!" she replied.

"Sit down captain", George said gesturing an empty seat.

"SSA Abbygayle "Abby" Sciuto" the woman continued and a woman with dark hair in pigtails and glasses raised her hand. Abby was the computer expert for the mission which equates to hacker

"SSA Kayla "Kiva" Henderson" the women said and a woman next to Abby with shortish red hair raised her hand; a SSA field agent and splinter cell it was her job to keep Abby alive.

"AIA Special Agent Carmen" she said; the shorthaired woman raised her hand; she was there newest team member only been assigned to the squad five days prior to the operation.

"Colonel Roger Burton" the woman said and a chiselled man who looked a lot like Havoc only with short spiked blonde hair raised his hand.

"All team members present and correct sir" the woman noted as she sat back down.

"Thank you" George nodded; "now to begin your briefing," he added as the woman in white uniform handed out several off yellow folders to everyone and pressed a button on a remote control. The Room lights darkened leaving desk lamps so the team could read the folders and a plasma screen flickered to life.

"Gentleman Welcome to operation Storm runner; this is Kravania" he said as a satellite image of the country appeared and quickly changed to show the same footage the president was shown only a few hours earlier of the mass executions and information on the rebels and the missing Agent.

"This is a multi objective mission; first after deployment you will head to Agent Davis' safe house and retrieve her if she's still on site and any Intel she may have stored there on Father and Kravania operations. Second objective is to contact the rebels; they'll have valuable Intel on Xeroxium itself and location of Xeroxium Factories; we need a sample of the drug so that our eggheads can analyse it and its effects. Thirdly we need to infiltrate a Kravania communications node Agent Sciuto will be responsible for hacking the node and backtracking the signal to pinpoint Fathers exact location, this has to be done on site and cannot be done remotely" George said to the men and woman gathered before him.

"Sir, how are we inserting?" Sakura spoke up.

"We're waiting 5 days for a tropical storm predicted to become a hurricane in the west to hit Kravania; we'll use the storm as cover for a high altitude low opening deployment via EB-180 Hypersonic stealth bomber", George replied.

"We're dropping in through a hurricane, this will be one for the history books" Sakura replied.

"According to chatter several nations are getting ready for a massive invasion of Kravania; so the army should be too occupied with that to notice us too much; mission profile says we should get in and use the chaos as cover for our operation" George nodded.

"We deploy in five days; I suggest you plan well, chances of survival are slim but you are the phantom brigade I have faith all of you will come back alive" George said in closing.

40 missles

"Approaching target Comrade!" The NCO glanced nervously towards his officer. The officer, without hesitation grabbed hold of the intercom.
"Comrade Captain, approching target. Waiting for further orders."

The Captain glanced out at his bridge. All of his soldiers were young men...none had faced a war. But, the party had the best training in the world, and he was sure of their capabilities. He signaled his weapons officer, and a message was sent out.

"All Vyper's, all Vyper's. Prepare to launch 8 missles each." This would bring the missle count to 40. The missles were prepped and the crews awaited the order. The weapons officer glanced towards the captain, waiting for the signal. For several moments the Captain did nothing. Then, he gave the thumbs up sign, and the weapons officer called out the order.

"Fire."

20 of the missles were napalm, 20 of them conventional explosives. The screamed towards the shores of Kravania. Of course Kravania would have some sort of defense...perhaps. But the subs would have been undetectable, and were still several miles away. The Hordian force would land near a coastal city, storming the undefended beach and reeking havoc on the inhabitants. The conventional missles were first aimed at any defensive targets along the shore, and going about 5 miles in. If all the defensive targets had been targeted, the remaining missles would hit high population density areas. The napalm was alomost exclusivly used on civillian targets, although if there were any soldiers along the shore or 5 miles in, the napalm was directed towards them.

All 3 PLATAKR's (Submersible Carrier), surfaced for a moment, and let loose their planes. Each PLATAKR carried 72 Yak-244 Firedancer VSTOL Fighters, 36 Mi-221 Firefly Attack VTOL Aircraft, 36 Yak-228 "Minstrel" ASW / Utility VTOL Aircraft, and 8 Yak-228 "Minstrel" Radar VTOL Aircraft. The radar aircraft left first, and would check the beach and inland areas for targets. Anything really dangerous was noted. They would return, and then it would begin.

All 216 Firedancers were up in the air, complemented by all 108 Firefly's. The Fireflys attacked any aircraft ruthlessly. With a max speed of 644.9 mph, they could easily dodge any civil air patrols about, and gun down anything opposing Nazbol will. The Firedancers dropped Daisy-cutters upon anything looking alive, and strafed the beach with thier Forward Mounted Pulse Laser.

The subs now kicked into high gear, racing towards the shore.

Kaenor Army Base
Andorian Mtn Range--Groznyj

Colonel Grays looked closer at the digital wall map. There was major activity all across The Burnsian Desert.

"Have we found any yet Lieutenant?"

"No sir, we haven't been able to locate any silos yet. The Burnsians seem to have them well hidden." replied 1st Lt. Brickham.

"What do we know about their military activity?"

"Sir...it seems that they have the entire nation buzzing with troops. The amount of armor and troops in these photos.. here and here.." Brickham slid his finger over the wall, bringing new images into view, "their numbers are astounding."

Col. Grays thought for moment. Officer training at the academy had taught him alot about deception tactics a nation under the microscope may employ. Then again, an possible invasion was far more likely than a nuclear strike in his eyes. For one Groznyj had invested heavily in its anti-missile defenses and 90% of its naval force was abroad.

"I want L.S. one and two watching areas of the most activity and their military ports. I want number three continuing the search. We aren't stupid enough to group our silos near our bases and I'm sure they aren't either. Set priority to mountanous terrain, let's see how alike our enemy is to us."

"Right away sir!" the Lt was gone in an instant.

Grays looked back at the wall. Why doesn't this seem right to me...

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Meanwhile, off the coast of Kravania....
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Dudeyev Fleet Flagship, RNS Lancer

Ensign Roy Robinson was sitting by the the radio, waiting for any important updates from the Hawkeys in the air. The day had gone by with a buzz of activity as planes flew scouting missions, radioing in aa and coastal defenses. His job kept him on duty for 13 hours a day and it was exhausting. It was 6:34 am and Robinson began to doze off. Eagle-eye 2 was due for its update in 4 minutes. He shook his head and pulled a packet out of his pocket. Caffeine gum, just 1 piece is the equivilent of 2 cups of coffee. He threw two into his mouth. He had learned to like the bitter taste, somehow reminded him of his old dorm roomate who used to have an espresso machine. -In the middle of his reverie Hawkeye-2 radioed in.

"**control do you read me? This is Hawkeye-2**"
Roy jumped at the transmitter.
"I read you Hawkeye, your early what's your status?"

"We have minor radar signatures of a number of aircraft heading toward Kravania." The plane dipped below the clouds to get a visual. "We'll be getting a visual on the Kahanistanian fleet anytime now.

"Roger that Hawkeye-2, keep me posted" Robinson could feel the excitement in his bones. I had to eat two pieces at a time like this?

A minute later a radio transmission came in from the Kahanistanian fleet.
"We are commencing shore bombardment and beginning our attack. Feel free to join us." The woman on the other side sounded amused with her last words.

Just then Hawkeye-2 radioed in.

"This is Hawkeye-2. We have a visual. The Kahanistanians are firing at the sea-wall. They've also radioed us to let us know that the signatures we saw were their fighters."

"Thank you Hawkeye-2. Out."

Robinson reached for the bridge phone. He picked it up but dropped it. He reached down and picked it up.

----Bridge of the RNS Lancer------

Admiral Briggs was looking over some maps taken by the satellites. Most impressive to him was the amount of men gaurding that wall. He looked over to the windows when a crewmember walked up to him.

"Admiral."

"At ease son, what do you have?"

"Sir the Kahanistanians have begun their attack on Kravania. They've also invited us to join in aswell."

A smile grew across Briggs' well-shaven face. "Tell them we'll provide them with support if they are attacked but we have orders not to begin the assault without Presidential permission."

"Aye aye Admiral."

The battle wasn't far off. The Navy had been training for an incident like this for decades. Admiral Briggs couldn't wait to unleash his force on the tinpot Kravanians.

"Ready all weapons! I want every ship's guns pointed at that wall and brought to high-alert! Air-Boss get those planes ready for sorties. I want aircover for our Kahanishtantian buddies incase their fighters are forced to retreat."

Admiral Briggs walked into his quarters. He picked up the phone.

"Yes Admiral?"

"Connect me with the President."
He could hear the clicks of the encryption proccess.
Still can't shut that anoying clicking the hell up. Thought Briggs.

OOC: Um, didn't Kravania ask for no more IC posts until he came back? Im sure advancing the story like me n tbd are doing is fine with him, bu come on, hes under attack and not even here. We dont even have info on his geography and defenses and some of us are attacking?

Also, Animarnia, lol Im sorry but that was one of the longest and most boring RP posts Ive ever read, though all roll-calls are boring so, no offence.

OOC: Um, didn't Kravania ask for no more IC posts until he came back? Im sure advancing the story like me n tbd are doing is fine with him, bu come on, hes under attack and not even here. We dont even have info on his geography and defenses and some of us are attacking?

Also, Animarnia, lol Im sorry but that was one of the longest and most boring RP posts Ive ever read, though all roll-calls are boring so, no offence.

None taken; aye I know I just had to introduce the chars and make it a belivable military briefing >>; I won't do much IC until Kravania replies

Just wanted to get my orders out.

POST ON HOLD(OOC: Animarnia the irony of my next post will be unbelievable)
-Assault Tanker, International Waters nearing Kravania-
"Alright settle down people." The officer on duty. "I don't know how you guys do it around Slavik, but around here we have rules and we follow them, got that?" The Dozen people just stared at him, some with blank looks, some with defiant looks, and some with smug looks showing that they didn't give a damn." The commander just paused a second. "Okay then, you all know why you're here." "Yeah, you have some dirty work to do and you don't want to scar your troops for life." Said a bearded man wearing a beret in the back.

"No, you all know of Kravania." The smirks in the room turned to looks of anger. "Yeah we know of them," the man from before said. "Well it looks like their downfall is finally at hand, but we need you to go in there and take something away from them forever first." "Here is the mission," The officer said putting up a slideshow.

"The plan is to infltrate Kravania by Droppod." "Upon landing you are to secure a safe zone and head overland towards the capital," "On foot?" one piped up. "You are expected to capture vehicles for this mission." The commander said.

"Leave that to us." Two Arabic looking men in the background said.

"Correct." "You are to locate the Xeroxium facilities and divide into two groups." "Group one will inflitrate the factory and get a sample of Xeroxium, Group two will provide covering fire and destroy the Factories after Group one suceeds." "After this you will attempt to find and assassinate High Father." "There is no extraction until Lone Alliance forces arrive, you are not to make contact with any other regular forces." "I will now assign you according to group."

"Group one, Infltration"
Major, Carlos "Bezerker" Mendoza. The Bereted man looked up, cracking his knuckles.

Lieutenant, Melin "Stealth" Jien. A small dark skinned Asian woman nodded.

"Warrant Officer, Dr. Elena "Tox" Petrova," A young woman wearing a shabby civilian outfit looked up.

Jarmen "Stealth" Kell, One of the shifty Arabic men looked up and muttered.

Jacob "Anyone" Brackov" A man wearing a suit matching the officer in charge smirked.

"and lastly, "Charles "TickTock" Cooper," tall darked haired guy with glasses looked up.

"Group Two, Distraction"

"Sahr 'Carjack' Kell," The other arabic man looked up.

"Joseph 'Flak' Koasad," A huge soldier in a russian uniform looked up.

"Jeffery "Boom" Melcoy" A large bald man wearing a vest full of rockets looked up.

"One?" The officer looked up. A huge hulking figure in full body armor stood in the back and Raised it's arm.
"Alright then,"

"David "Scopes" Jones," A man holding a long rifle and wearing an old German style helmet as well as a flak vest looked up.

and

"Tom "Torch" Brettin" A man wearing heavy body armor and a gas mask looks up.

"Alright now this plan is only at Orange it may be called off, but stay prepared."

ooc: Lmao I swear if I read another roll call.... :headbang:

edit: srry should I have kept that in the OOC thread?

(OOC)

Can you all retract your IC posts about bombing my nation or sending people into my nation or aircraft into my airspace.

I told you all NOT to make any new IC posts until I was ready.

Otherwise I will close this IC event/thread and kick the lot of you out!

Mep. I haven;t done that.
Still planning.
IC:
It had been a long day for Tenarius. Those damn teachers. How dare they ask for a pay raise. Ungrateful hounds, they should be grateful they have a job. Whatever.
Finishing his cup of Earl Gray, he lit a Havanan cigar.
He had called this meeting with Field Marshalls Yerellkov, Montgardieu, Morihume, Bradley, and Richardson to ascertain the situation.
"So how fucked up has the situation become now?"
"Sir, this has become a three-way war, and it could become a four-way war. As you know, there is us, the members of the Groznyj Pact."
"So they all ignored the Treaty of Artheria? Bastards.
Moreover, let me get something straight."
Taking a puff, Tenarius said with a voice of disbelief:
"You are telling me I am working with filthy Muslims?"
"It's not just a Muslim society, it's a liberal democracy. As you know, it's becau-"
"Yes, yes, I know. It's just hard for me to swallow."
"To continue, there are those Kraven bastards. OUr agreed-upon strategy is simple- take out that drug. We don't need it- our Empire is too great to resort to drugs- but the Kravens do.
To deal with Kravania, we plan to send carrier group Wolf, with Flagship Yerellkov to initially to destroy the wall. Then we will invade and destroy all stocks of Xeroium. The Kraven populace will then aid us, and the War will be easy.
However, we do have to worry about those Burnsian fools. We can't beat them as easily, and they may be even worse. Unfortunately, we'll have to work with our allies to beatn this menace.
And finally, there is the Horde of Doom. We don't know what they're doing, except they are against Kravania. Whether they work with us, Burnsian, or by themselves remains to be seen."
"Have conditions been moved to Black level?"
"No sir, just Red."
"All right. Move them to Black. But don't begin the invasion yet."
"Yes sir"

It was 2 in the morning and raining on the brightly lit Kanti docks. The presence of the navy in the harbor was almost non existent except for small patrol boats and other negligible vessels. With practically the whole navy a thousand miles west, there was little interest from the public in what went on in the naval base. Exactly what-now Admiral-Uslanbek needed. He looked at his watch and then out the window; the train was due to arrive any minute. The 7 Ohio class boomers were waiting in sub-pens to be refitted and armed with the new weapons.

2:07, Uslanbeck put on his long black coat and stepped out into the rain. Directly infront of him were men and equipment and his gaurd-profile. A few moments later the train could be heard in the distance. It came like a far-off scream then louder until the brakes were heard. The train was only iluminated by the light-poles, its lights turned off to give a lower profile. The train rushed passed the lined up men wind and rain lashing their faces, Uslanbeck's face was grim and he didn't blink once. The train halted and the car sides opened up to reveal their deadly contents, the missiles were loaded onto trucks which drove into the submarine pens. Uslanbeck followed in his BMW.

2:14, Inside the massive pen, 7 Ohio-class submarines floated with there missile bays opened. The payloads inserted into place with the greatest care and precision. 3 to a ship. These boomers would operate alongside their bretheren a few days later off the coast of Kravania. No one, not even other Republic Navy ships would know the true reason why these 7 returned for "late-maintenance". Only top COs would know. Briggs was to be informed the moment these boomers left the harbor.

A week earlier, the leadership of Groznyj faced a dilema. Kravania had allies... powerful allies, and The Burnsian Desert was too much of a loose cannon for Command to not take precautions. A secret presidential order was signed purchasing 21 trident-II class nuclear missiles from an international arms corporation. The cost was tremendoes but ever since the Liberty project was yet again put on hold money was more available to the Republic.

Chief Admiral Uslanbeck now oversaw the installation of the missiles. Three to a ship, the rest is just conventional. thought Uslanbeck to himself. If the Burnsians nuke us, their forces and oil fields will have hell to pay.- he was interrupted as the captain of one of the boomers walked up the steps to the balcony he was standing on. They looked at eachother for a second and both understood well the importance, no, the necessity that no one find out that Groznyj has a nuclear arsenal in Kravanian waters.

3:21 am, the 7 boomers left their pens for Kravanian waters. The RNS Yallow, Iridium, Braker, Forgiveness, Hellraiser, Taurus, and Nijinidar left under the cover of the storm. The storm was an offshoot of a heavy hurricane expected to hit the army's landing point. The seven boomers sneaked off into the night, unnoticed by a soul outside.

(OOC)

Can you all retract your IC posts about bombing my nation or sending people into my nation or aircraft into my airspace.

I told you all NOT to make any new IC posts until I was ready.

Otherwise I will close this IC event/thread and kick the lot of you out!
OOC: Yes Commissar! But I can keep my appproach posts right?

(ooc-I took my attack back,only an approch is left.Sorry)

(OOC)

Can you all retract your IC posts about bombing my nation or sending people into my nation or aircraft into my airspace.

I told you all NOT to make any new IC posts until I was ready.

Otherwise I will close this IC event/thread and kick the lot of you out!

mine was just a planning/intro thread, nothing actually moved yet;