NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Well, this is a thread for all the five nations in LMGS, as the title.
Ihis has been made as toms request to liven up the region, so I hope everyone takes part.
We need something to start this thread, ok, since I'm the creator I'll make something happen first. im gonna make a future dated civil revolution, the classic around here.

IC: Your regional leader(s) recieve a transmision, it looks to be about 3 days old and compiled hurridly in the middle of a warzone. A tall, well-built man with black hair and silver eyes stands in the center, looking at the screen. at a quick glance he would suggest he's human, but the bright silver skales around his neck and arm deny that identity.

"This is Rilrek Hierf, leader of RIlkan knowledge, I am in a very difficult situation. Aproxamately one half of the population has tunred on me, they have somehow gained access to the firewall, denying us half of our power supply! The war is tearing the nation appart, please! I emplore you! Help us put an end to it! I would prefere if they were detained unharmed but..." a bomb falls very close by as the screen rattles and static starts to appear, "They dont seem to want to detain us unharmed. We have the north and west of the nation and have kept the capital, but they have all our most advanced research stations. we only have about five fighter pods left and I'm the only one here with the training! We need help! Come qu....." there is a lowd rumble, part ofthe roof colapses and the transmission cuts.

a few minutes later your email box is filled with soam. "support the revolution!" and "death to the dictator!" are the typical names, they all feature obviously false propaganda against Rilrek, but none-the-less, they ask you for help.

DAY 1

(OOC: well, that was fun to type, please ignore any gramatical errors. any who respond roleplay your nations leaders and send transmission to the respective faction you wicsh to support. if rilrek wins then i keep to my current policy of civil freedoms are better than political freedoms. if the rebelion wins, then i will reverse my policy, so no more civil rights, but you can choose who to suffer under.:sniper:
since my map is a rather big file i'll just email it to all of you )

"this is papu papu II, im in the short evil genius (SEG) HQ of military and air defence, ive received your message and im willing to lend troups and air support to support your predicament. how can i help?"

a new transmission flicks on, the same tall man with silver eyes appears on screen, but the surroundings are entirely different. the buildings enterior looks freshly built and ornate, many soliders can be seen patroling in the background

"glad for your fast response papu, i was barely able to get that transmission out. you can help by offering military aid, we have neough supplys to last us a few generations, unfortunately so do they.
"there are a few obsticles though, around my nation is a network of four solar satalights, on the NE, SE, SW and NW corners, each connected by a grid of smaller atalights, all in geometric orbit. the rebels have got control of this and have activated the prototype firewall around are nation, so they have blocked all people from getting in or out, and cut off are best power supply. nothing can get past the firewall, except objects with no mass. only teleports can get you in or out. i have some working ones in our best preserved city, but they can only bring in about 1000 person sized objects a week. if you are willing to help, send your best troops on the very center of the western edge, and i can teleport you in. but i worn you, theres no way out until the firewall goes down.
"if your wondering if we can fly over it, they link thatway aswell."
the video transmission cuts but a live link is left on your computer for further transmissions.

" when you say 1000 people will that be large enought for any aircraft"

a passing solider sees the remark on the transmission, and replys simply. "depends how big the aircraft" thinking this not to be suitable he continues; "your old harrier jump jet would be about the size of five men, while your battlefortress plane would be about 1500, we can transport about one aircraft carryer sized object or 1000 people sized objests, your choice

Hello, neighbourinos! Jagged Lines here. Tom Brierley, at your service. What would you like? Tea? Coffee? Champagne to celebrate the demise of a nation every five seconds?
Anyhoo, have some sympathy tea. I might as well note that I'm practically roleplaying all the time I do this thread. I am my region leader, no fiction here, no sir!
And Rilrek Hierf? What kind of a name is that? We should discuss that over some tea. But, anyway, it's your own darned fault for letting the population run loose! My motto- Treat em mean and keep em clean. Military parades once every week should do it. Oh, and I have no troops to spare, they're all on, er, campaign.

Well, see you later! *Transmission ends with Tom waving a glass of wine to the camera*

rilrek returns to the screen, looking vaguely angry and very fustrated.

"ah, Mister Briely, i see you spared some of your time to aleast adress this issue. you, seeing as it is a time of war , i will ignore that last comment." his eye twitches. "Now, knowing you as a powerfull and aged nation, you have atleast a decent millitary, i will respectfully request your aid. now, if you might be so inclined, i need some air support or those damn rebels will get through the entire way. i have little information on the leader, but i know two things, he preferes a democratic government to my "tyranny", and he doesnt plan to stop at rilkan knowledge, he will continue to spread, he is quite the tactical genious, but so am i."

A tactical genius? If you were a tactical genius, you would have flattened this rebellion in two seconds flat. No, my dear Rilrek, you are but one thing: a simple minded fool. These rebels are a sign of progression, of independance! Jagged Lines was founded on the foundation of war- war is power! These rebel's will accept our aid- they have, in fact, no choice in the matter. If they do not accept, I will simply blow your nation to fairy dust with space artillery.

Your loyalists are obviously weak and untrained. A simple invasion force, with the combined arms of my army and the rebels, will overcome your defences and take control of the remaining defences.

Through valiant death comes life!

(ooc: two words! FIRE WALL! any thing traveling through that thing will vapourize! it covers all sides, from ground to sky! do you really think a shell or laser will get through that?)

IC: more distressed and frustrated than ever, rilrek cuts the link to jagged lines, and curses loudly, turnoing to another screen with the gathers leaders/leader of dimmimar on screen, he begins to speak.
"dimmimar! i was the tactial cheif and general of the old nation that helps you re establish your government, your nation is that of age and power, surely you can help the predicament and help return the favour?" turning back to papu. "papu, you are a very kind man, i will see fit to reward you when possible. thank you for your support."

A portly young man, a certain Gaius von Gaustanicz; the Foreign Affairs minister, appears on the screen. Looking somewhat bemused, he begins to speak; his suit twidling around as he does so.

"The Dimmimaran Parliament has just passed a motion to war with the Rebels. We fully support the government and will help them in any way possible. Any nation that supports the rebels - will be annihalated."

rilrek leaned back in his seat, smiling at the support of his allies and friends. he never trusted those lot from jagged lines, and now was his reason, loud and clear, he was gonna support the rebels and leadd to his own demise.

"thank you dimmimar, you ahve my highest thanks"=, but dont you think it would be fun to not let jaggeed line know about are agreement, let him dig his own grave? none of the rebels no anything about this yet, so lets use it to are advantage, i need your armies to be ready in one week, lined up at the exact center of our western border, remember, only you 1000 best troops and items. and remember, you cant get out till we have that firewall back in our hands." a red alarm blazes in the backgorund. "****, ive ogtta go, the rebels have launched a fresh wave, i dont know where they get theese troops from." with that, he leaves. the transmission stays active.

In the military camps of Annuminatar; the capital of Dimmimar, troops were gathering. Instead of the millions strong armies that usually would rally in a mass of military pomp and pageantry; it was a relatively small force that were rallying. Not just any army comprised of rank and file grunts though. No, these were the Imperial Legion; the nine hundred and ninenty nine bodyguards of the reigning Emperor; Gaius Serpentius. Armed with the best weapons that the Federation could produce; they stood as some of the best soldiers and combatants that the massive nation of Dimmimar could provide. They were veterans of many wars and conflicts; some of the most battle scared warriors of their age. They were truly the elite of the elite.

Not content to stay on the back lines, the leader of Dimmimar would be taking his position amongst his men; leading the army of Dimmimar. He would take his men into hell, and back.

"Rilrek, you must understand my decisions here. They are tactical- nay, necessary. If I join with you, who has few troops and an armour division, I risk popularity within my own nation, since I have been forced to enact democracy, thus shortening my own military strength. My people say that the rebellion against you is a symbol of hope amidst chaos, and is an act of freedom. Even if I

did help you, what could I do? The firewall is up, as you said.

My forces are mustering to help the rebels. Try and persuade me otherwise.
I note that my Space Artillery (invested in by myself) is one of a kind; a stroke of genius. It hasd three firing modes; an EMP shelling, the effects of which I think you are familiar with; an Ion Cannon, and simply Big Mutha Truckin Shells.

Signing off."

OOC: Oh, and some additional information for my nation:

Leader: Kahn Jaden IV (Title handed down since the start of Jagged Lines. Tom Brierley now holds the title, yet prefers to be called by name.)

Government- Previously a dictatorship, now a democracy.

Military Strength High. The government mainly debates over defence, but Jagged Lines has been known for 'liberating' nearby provinces for financial gain.

Leader bio: Cunning, witty and backstabbing, Tom Brierley pulls out all the stops to keep his position in power. He is never too trusting of one person, and his political cabinet changes weekly to keep his power safely in his grasp. He is polite, yet underneath the smiles is an untrusting, shrewd individual.

IC: A very frail looking old man shuffles past the screen at the time toms message plays, he looks towards the screen, listens intently and rplays other transmission too and from that nation, and composes a reply himself.

"hello, I am a learned old man rilrek found on a park bench one morning before apointion me public relations adviser. I may be speaking out of place jagged lines and dont take my word as that of my nation, but that is the most bull**** ive heard in my life! your letting the public control you! you do that ither nations will see you as weak, as moldable!they will not consider you anything like a good leader! your people say a rebelion against a functional society is a symbol of hope? its a symbol of madness and pressure! they are permanently damaging the nation! i hope you see reason and stay out of this completely it would be the logical and tactical thing to do."
the transmission cuts

Firstly, why am I listening to an old man? Secondly, you can hardly talk; you're in a fucking civil war!

OOC: Sorry about knowing Dimmimar was attacking me :S

by now a small crowd has gathered around the screen, discussing about the argument in the back ground, the old man, now very annoyed but trying to keep calm, speaks;

" there is always an exception to th rule, and this just proves we have a bad case of it. not everything can be solved with words and generocity, just like not everything can be resolved with war. your attitude just shows how much of a bad leader you are (:upyours:) . just take my advice and say out of this"
he promptly turns off the transmission once again. the crowd disperses. the old man, who on his name tag says "phil" turns to other screens and asks " right, any questions that need answering?"

"rilrek, ive been massing my forces and have amassed 7 squadrons of cyber bunnies ready with their heavy jets and 3 squads of light jet crews. I have ground support of three cloaked tanks and 5 heavy artillery rocket launchers. I have allocated all my troops and vehicles on a cargo ship which is on route to your western flank waiting for teleportation. Along with that (which takes up the space of 800 people) I will be sending a bomber squadron which will be fully stocked of nukes and h bombs and my personal favourite a large stock (not on the bombers but on several special stealth bombers ) hellfire missiles.” “This will take up my allocated 1000 man space”

personal bio of leader: Short of course, moustache like Hitler wears combat uniform or suit short military hair cut.

Place of transmission: dark corridor of a sub, computers line the walls with technicians at the keys. A nuke head can be seen in the background. Bathed in green neon light.

a tall, uniformed man examins the information given, then suddenly his usually blue scales glow a red-ish tint.
"useless! do you have any idea of tactics! tanks mean nothing! not here, or now! the aircrafts have no room for elevation, the only good thing there are the cyber bunnies and the bombers! and there is no way you are gonna drop a nukle on this nation! not only are nuclear weapons banned and incinerated upon entry to rilkan knowledge, but if i told the UN about this you would be very quikly kicked out of them! the first order of military we are striking involves foot soliders, the more the better, on tight corridoors, and you want to send nukes and tanks?!" he walks off muttering about how your insane.

:upyours: " yes, well thanx for letting everyone know of the problems and your tactics and what you intend to do. your pushing it army pants man. im helping you as a favor and i can redeem that every so quickly. watch it ass-hole i told you i have very little troups and like jagged line i also have space wepons and i have been developing military and SEG air force's vehical's for the last twenty years, im not just suddenly going to train all my pilots to become imfantry for a cause i think will fail" walks off muttering curses and the word ass-hole repeatedly.:upyours:

Gaius flashed up on the screen again.

"Dimmimar will support you to the end, no matter what."

a breif message flashes on the screen
"Ass licker 101"

In response, a large bold message flashes up on the screen:

"One more message like that; and the terraforming of your land into a radioactice wasteland will occur."

"rilrek, i sugget that advisor keep out of me and my men's way or u will find him dead. im not joking, neither will my sniper. ill send some extra bomers instead of 2 squardens they will be in reserve till we need them, ill bring some non nuke bombs with me though 100% nuke free squads i canot guarentee. we sould be on the west of the firewall in the next 24 hours, be ready for teleportation. i will not lend any troups i have alredy explain my reasons and if that is tough then ask dimmer iam sure he'll supply. i will have some light landcraft accompianing the fleets" walks away

(still on sub)

rilrek returns to the screen, looking tired, annoyed and covered with what looks to be bits of amchinary attached to his skin with oil.

"sorry, i was trying to upgrade on of the gravships and got carried away. whats my general done now? please do forgive him, he was one of our early experiments on genetic enhancement, some side effects occured, but the benefits mostly out way them.
but i ahve to agree with him on one point, there will be no nuclear explosions on my land, and no fallout, it doesnt help that this antion has many nuclear fission and fusion plants dotted around it. tanks? yeah we might need them, but still, you surely have an infantry? i once rememebr the mention of mamoth ninja cyborg bunnies with ak-47's... though ive never heard of that gun model i think it may be effective if it truely is an old submashine gun.
you say that you specialise in airforce and plane production? you might be able to help another way. if i send you the design for our grav ships, will you be able to produce them?" he leaves the question to linger, allowing anyone to answer.

Gaius replies slowly, analsysing the situation. "If you provide artillery and the like, I can send in the Imperial Legion."

"that wasnt my question, but yes, we have artilary and the armoured devision, they have the cloning and production facilities, they ahve large amounts of infanftry and tanks are worthless in enclosed hallways." by now he has finished picking off all the bits of machinary, but he still looks very similar to a blue penguin. many people behind him sttarted to laugh.
"anyway, all support is greatly apreciated, but i really need those gravships, are you gonna make them or not? they are probably the only thing capable of cutting throguh that firewall and getting us in the satalight."

OOC: Try being nicer to some people, Ben, then they might, JUST MIGHT, support you more! HINT HINT! :headbang:

IC: "Oh god, they've got Cyber Bunnies. All right, I give in. I'm going to adjust my artillery to fire from your side. My troops are going to circle around the city, and meet up with Dimmimar's on the other side of the firewall. Look, I'm sorry about supporting the rebels- but you have a stick so far up your ass it's unbelievable. I'd better be rewarded well for this."

*The line flickers, and a tall, geeky looking man appears on the screen*

"Ah, yes. Hello, Mr Rilrek. I am Dr Emerett Steiner, head of Jagged Lines Space Core. I need you to tell me when to fire. I can probably end this war with minimum losses, for our side at least! Just give us the word when you want us to fire. Steiner out." *End of transmission*

Having now just turned the transmission back on to jagged lines and finished wiping all the oil off of his clothes and scales, rilrek sighs in frustration. an mutters under his breath
"you leave a transmission running for about 10 minutes and you advisors almost start an international war, im gonna have to switch theese off when i leave." he speaks out loud once more. "erm, well it is currently impossible for any of your 'space artilery' to breach the firewall, but the troops are greatly aprecieated. !'m not going to have any high magnitude bombs dropped on my nation, especially with all the power plants and such.
"this may be out of line, but i adres this question to the leader of jagged lines as one person to another, authority disregarded. what on earth happened to you to piss you off so much? was it the military advisor again? i KNEW i should have assigned him to the front lines...
"no one seems to have answered my question so im just gonna asume that no one has the right materials to build my gravships." he sighs. "Ahh well, thanks for all your support."

OOC: note, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU TOM! YOUR SWITCHING SIDES ALL THE TIME! choose one and stick to it. i at least need one supporter oif the rebels or this is gonna be boring. your lucky im not asking you to delete that message to on the grounds you couldn't send it. oh, rilrek means no offence by the 'what pissed you off today' remark, he's stated hes saying it as one man to another, not one leader to another.

i think its time i gave some specks to my nation, everyone else has

government: kind dictatorship. rilrek rules everything with a soft teddybear rather than an iron fist. he gives everyone good rights and freedoms but not the ability to get him out of power.

rilrek: founder of rilkan knowledge and an age old leader, he cant age.he is an onomality to rilkans, as he is the only one with silver scales and eyes. he seems to be a hive receptor for the link and has contributed much to rilkan knowledges technology and knowledge with an alias of kerte. no one knows this though. he is about 6'2" and is well built with obsidian black hair. he leades the first wave of fighters into battle always, being one of the best swordsmen in the nation.

old man: nme says it all

chiped: military advisor, short temper, ability to change into 8foot tall beast when angry.

sard: probably the only scarn in the nation, rilreks right hand person, he/she keeps in the shadows, not even rilrek has seen it for its real self. very good combatist, probably as good as rilrek.

rebels: a cruel democracy
rebel leader: heirtu nyad, hated his parents for such a crap name and holds that resentment against all of his race, he keeps himself into the shadows, oen thing everyone knows is that he's not human or rilkan.

everyone in the rebel army has a gravsuit. this is standered military armermnt, it can hover to a limited degree, it has one rist mounted "skong" gun that fires a blast of sonic and oversharged slow moving light that hit at second intervals. they also have palm mounted energy projecters, that can form and materialize into any bladed weapon with a monomolecular edge.
rilreks army has similar suits but they have stronger grav packs and so can fly faster and longer.
the firewall is literally imune to everything but once activated there is no way out of the nation. not even an emp can gring it down.
grav ships are small aircraft made of reflective materials, at the nose they have a monomolecular point and the structure is a basic square based piramid. at the end they are 2m tall, 3m wide and the overall length is 5m. the agnles are small enoutgh that most, if not all, projectiles will bounce off of them, harmlessly. only five of these remain.

OOC: note, WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU TOM! YOUR SWITCHING SIDES ALL THE TIME!

OOC: You kept on trying to persuade me otherwise when I sided to the rebels, obviously because you wanted your side to win (well, duh.). So I've switched sides because I don't want this thread packed constantly with an old man telling me to 'stay out of it'.
I've sided with you to make you stop whining because I joined the rebels. Happy?

*This message is sent by an email, from Dr Steiner*

IC: "Sorry, it's me again. I'm taking strategic command of the nation while Mr Brierley deals with other matters of great importance within his nation."
"I assure you, Mr Rilrek, that we will aim specifically away from most buildings of civil importance, such as hospitals, schools and the like, as we know that we should be aware of the after-shock of the war. We will aim for the mass of rebels and do as many casualties as we can."
"I am sorry for over-looking the matter beforehand, but yes, we do not have the technology to build grav-suits. However, if you could somehow get us materials and the information, we could start on it right away."

Yours sincerely,

Dr Steiner, Advisor to the Throne, Chief of the Space Core and Chief of Military Command.

OOC again: How can you have a 'cruel democracy'? Democracies are one of the kindest governments you can have... and I lol'd at ruling with 'a soft teddybear' :D

ooc:a cruel democracy is a democratic order of government where everyone in it is a right B******. i was asking about grav ships, not grav suits, because we currently have no need for gravsuits... yet.

IC: looking very releived and grateful, rilrek sighs once more and smiles. "thankyou, but we need to get two satalights before we can turn off the shield covering there land entirely, so expect to have to wait a long time. it took alot of dimmimars resources to get that thing in place, im not destroying them.we wont be able to PROVIDE the materials, nothing can get out of the firewall, our teleports dont work that way. I can send you information but you must swear not to abuse it. i dont want any of my own inventions used for the wrong perposes."

*By email again*

I swear by the 12 Dread gods of Jagged Lines that I shall use the information provided for the benefit of your nation, and our region, as a whole.

a technician from one of the computers looks up and taps the screen "um hellooooo. um im Triton im one of papu's technicial crew on this sub he has asked me to imform a rilrik... no rilick... no rilreck... oh fuck it!. the big important man with the big teddy bear. we have the capability of making your grav ships and could provide several battilions of cyber bunnies with ak's at your service. you just have to send us your plans via email or transmission. we dont know how long it will take to make the grav ships and we would like you to send us a detail report of the ships so we can speed up the process. we will be massing on the western flank and should have the grav ships ready soon. this is Trition to big important bloke with a large teddy bear signing off" the screen goes blank.

*end of transmission*

(papu) at sub's bridge "ah im glad to see that jagged lines has got its senses back, and that if you need another 2 sata-lights i could provide them i dont know if we could some how merge the sofware but it would be worth a try. and also like jagged lines i have a space wepons program which we could use against the rebel's. also one question your ruling with a teddy bear?"

"Oi! for your information its name is merena and its a tressym, and its alive!" he holds up a very much alive, mewing and cute winged housecat with dark chocolate brown fur, it quickly flys out of his hand and perches on his head. rilrek strokes it, then starts typing something on the keybored. a small datafile pops up on your computer. "here are the files for producing gravships, all the info you need, the metal is quite rare. reflescyedroct i believe its called."

OOC: everyone who accepts building them will get a file over msn detailing its design and such

"as i have said i will make 1.8 million of the grav ships which should take around 12-14 days. by which time i hope you have the fire wall down, i dont think you have a large enough teleporter to teleport them all in at one time. i dont have the pilots (human ones) but i do have cyber bunnies. 0.8 million will be piloted by my bunnies and 1 million by your men. ill fly them in once ready. also i have taken all of my beloved nukes of my bombers and replaced them with lower grade bombs (of power) papu papu II signing off"

*Via Transmission, to Papu Papu II*

Dr Steiner, hearing this news, adjusts his glasses nervously.

"Mr Papu Papu, how the hell can you make 1.8 million Grav Ships? IN 12 DAYS? It is virtually inconceivable. And also, Rilrek cannot spare any men as he only has five fighter pods. Take this into consideration." :eek: :eek:

joining into the conversation, a shadowy figure steps out from behind rilreks shadow, its voice flat and unwavering, this being gives no clue as to its identity. even as it steps out of the shape shadows still dance around it, concealing all but its glowing turquois eyes (imagine xylons beast from the order of the stick except without the pink "hello kitty" umbrella, and much cooler).
"respectfully speaking for mr. rilrek, i say it is possible and greatly needed. fighter pods are the one thing we might get that they dont have, therefore, are current and only hope for an advantage made of our own. it is possible, but only if he halts production of alkl other vehicles and airbound transports, putting all his manpower into the construction. are troops are specially trained to pilot theese, amn power is out of the question, just get them here soon"
it turns to rilrek, sighing, and asks: "Mr. rilrek, may i speak out of line?" rilrek, with a vaguely apathetic look nods, he looks ready to fall asleep. this has porbably got something to do with the fact its 3am and he hasnt slept in 4 days.
it turns back to the screen. "i dont much like your use of our technology papu papu. these were designed specifically for the perpous of transport and access, yet i have heard reports and radio traffic that the ones your "bunnies" will be using are twice the size, have all sorts of weapons mounted on tham and once youve even pondered adding jet thruster! i repsectully ask you to reconsider our actions:headbang: ."

rilrek starts snoring ludly. he is poked in the side by the shadowy figure, he wakes up with a start. "sorry, i need to get some sleep, my right hand thing will answer your questions" with that he walks off. the shadowy figure sits down and soon starts to look bored.

DAY 4:

Tom is back on the line.

"Well, shoot. If he thinks he can build these things, in that number, he can do that. But I don't have faith that he can."

"My main troops have mobilized outside your side of the firewall, Rilrek, and are ready for action."

Troop Stats- I'm being more realistic with numbers of soldiers, unlike some ADAM COUGH ADAM

Foot Soldier (10,000 of em) armed with M4 Carbines, basic med kits, 3 frag grenades, and a one-shot EMP Pulse launcher (like a flare gun but with EMP!)

Snipers (1000) armed with standard Sniper Rifles, 2 grenades and 5 Claymore mines.

Heavy Foot Soldiers- (5000) armed with Ion Rifles, EMP Pulse Rifles, and several ammo packs for reloading them both.

Mobile Divisions- 1000 tanks, 2000 transport vehicles (basically Humvees), 750 APC's and 50 Space Artillery Cannons, primed and ready.

the shadowy figure looks over the information, now too feeling tired in the seat. IT seems to nod in aproval, but its eyes narrow when it looks over space artillary.

"this all seems good, but I'm sure Mr. Hierf doesnt want any heavy bombs or shells landing anywhere on his land. i will ask him about this in the morning. i wish to know more about how your emp works. to my knowledge it wipes the programming, therefore rendering computerized machines useless, however our technology uses hardly any computerchips and programing, they would be more effective if you could make them... i don't know... fry the brain?"

Dr Steiner adjusts his necktie nervously.

"Well, I suppose... it's just that frying brains is a bit...you know... inhumane. If you want troops killed, we can use our grunt troopers. If you want heavy destruction done, we can send in our heavy troopers. Oh, and let's put it this way; we will repay (due to our massive economy) all damage done by the Space Artillery shells. Everybody wins! Apart from the rebels, of course."

the shadow figure laughs darkly, keeping it's cold glare on him.
"Inhumane you say? do you know the extents of in humane? I'll tell you whats inhumane, whatching your family getting taken by those SKUM!" she gestured with a shadowed hand towards what you can only assume is south east. "I had to watch from afar is i saw my friends, family, everyone be taken by them! If you know your history, You'll know of the second wolrd war and its concentration camps, what ive sen is far worse, ive seen people had there skin taken off, intestines, stomach, anything that can be removed without killing spilled on the floor and eaten by animals, still attatched the the body! ive seen those very same people burned alive! frying there brains is alot more humane than those 'freedom fighters' methods of excecution! at least frying there brains is relatively painless! all of our technology is mechanic, emp wont effect it! redesighn the frequency's so it can damage a living body!" by now, everyone in the background is cowering in the barely visible corners of the room. the creatures shadow has risen like fire from its skin, still revealing nothing but creating a dark aura around its body.:mad: :mad: :mad:

techinician again "erm helloooo, erm yes its me again, Triton ermmmm ive been told to enform someone called Mr Brieley the big cheese of jagged lines that the order of the ships were given to us not us giving the amount. anyway well make as many as possible"

Transmission to Rilrek: "That Triton guy annoys me."

the small screen flicks on in rilreks personal quarters. the light from the screen casts a ghastly glow over the room, rilrek is seen sprawled out on the bed, in full clothing, clutching an object in his left hand, it looks like a katana, but you cant be sure. Merena is curled up on his chest, purring. He shifts away from the screen, nocking merena off of him. he mumbles something vaguely sounding like "not now mother, im almost done" and starts snoring again. merena once again curls up next to him, its head resting on its paw and its wings neatly folded back.

OOC : well you did say you were sending it to rilrek.
tom, before you think of it, nothing like that happened, he fell asleep in the middle of training and his tressym dragged him to bed with the help of an assistant

techinician again "erm helloooo, erm yes its me again, Triton ha im getting the hang of this te he he!! erm i will be doing the transmissions for a while as papu is dealing with the ships and the bunnies erm yes. and while he is in your territory i will be reporting back about any developments here. when you do come in contact with the rebels we will continue manufactering grav ships but not at the scale we are now and be sending them in via cargo ship. ermmmm yes one thing you may or not know this but SEG has a large amout of kfc outlets and we have one on our main ship, we were woundering if any of you would like to place an order?" the background of him is replace from the subs deck to a place that looks like canary wharf at night but with big kfc logo's everywhere. "to da loo!!! te hee hee"

bio of Triton: kinda short but not a midget 5ft 9, never seen without a lab coat with a blue checked shirt underneath which always has a faulty pen sticking out of it. jeans (blue) and combat shoes. has a bit of a slur of his s's and has a lisp.

back at the main conference room the shadowy figure has calmed down. but a soon as the word kfc is said it begins to look a bit scared. just about five seconds after triton finished sending the message a loud cat-like screach is heard. two seconds after that a loud thunk resounds through the room as merena slams into the screen, all limbs spread out comically like a bird that crashed into glass in a cartoon.
merena extracts herself ffrm the screen and starts clinging onto the shadowy figures shoulder, mewing loudly. the shadow figure nods, still looking petrified.
"mistress merena would like five family buckets, two large max pepsi's, a bucket of special sauce and 3 triple layer chicken and bacon burgers." it says in a shaky voice. merena's claws dig into the shadow fiures shoulder, and mews once more. the shadowy figure screems. "AAHHH!! ANYTHING BUT THAT!! *pant* merena also wants four kids meals and a friend."

"do you want fries with that?" in a cheesey american voice. (Triton) holding a note book.

the cat turns to the screen increduiously. "MOEW!!! MOEW MOEW MOEW!!!!!"
the shadowyfigure translates for you. "in her exact words mistress merena says;' what, are you insane?! fries are horrible! if i wanted them i would have said'"

"okely dokely, your order will be ready when we arrive, any orders from jagged lines? helloooooo te he he"

the tressym seems to smile happily and Licks the screen, you get a nice close up of its tongue

Steiner wrinkles his nose.

"I HATE cats. I'm allergic. Er, no offense, Ms. Merena."

OOC: timeskip, its now day 8. all agreements settled, all armies in rilreks agreement are in rilreks land gathering for what will mostliklty be a long battle.

IC: rilrek double checks his suit of armour and his customized gravship. the shadowfigure was doing a similar procedure to its own ship and armour.
"is everyone ready to take the transports? soon we will launch our strike at the north west firewall."

Tom dons the traditional elaborate battle helmet (handed down from ancient times), and cries out loud to his soldiers:

"Let's rock and roll!" The roar from the Jaagged Lines military is deafening. Guns are fired into the air, turrets are mounted hurriedly and engines revved. Tom begins his battle speech.

"For some of you, this will be your first fight... but I know, deep down, it will not be your last! Fight with pride, honour and a blood lust for the enemies of our empire! Long live Jagged Lines, bless the people of our Nation! Destroy the enemies of our strong treaty, and destroy all infidels who dare rise up against our allies! Let the cull begin, my friends!" Tom fires a flare high into the sky for all to see. He then picks up an M4 Carbine and fires a few shots.

"Let us wipe our enemies off the map." he cries, and revs up his Humvee....

Waiting for the cry’s to die down, Rilrek jumped upon the largest transport. The cat and the shadowy figure follow suit, the cat in its own little combat armour. “Ahem… I’m not that great with speeches but here goes…” he mutters to himself. He points towards the gathered troops, not all of them from rilkan knowledge. “Soldiers, pilots, warriors, leaders, all of you! I know not all of you wish to be here at the time, I understand some of you didn’t even wish to be cloned into life, but consider this. Where would you nation’s be without you?! This war, we have a chance to stop it early! We have a chance to avoid the spread of a plague! You will get out of this battle what you put into it! Cower and you will be despised! Fight, and you will be honoured! Die… and you will be remembered! ALL of you… are in my… eternal debt. I can see no way to repay you, but you will all be rewarded. Now… we will fight! And we will win!” with that he ignites his katana like energy blade and points it skyward, towards the satellite looming above them, the reddish purple firewall behind him making him look incredibly heroic. All of the Rilkan army follow suit, their respective energy blades pointed skywards, all issuing the battle cry: “death to the scum!”

OOC: right, rilrek explained this in the time jump. you have 2000 troops, we storm the north westurn station with the transports, we'll all make it there unharmed, then we shut down the elevators, rilrek, the shadowy figure and dimmimars leader have agreed to try and storm the control room, being the most heavily guarded room in the place and also ahving knowledge of how to work it, any volenteers?
oncfe thats done we shut down the westurn wall, allowing your full trength army to pop in and help (or all your willing to spare) and then we spread through the firewall, pop out behind them, work our way to the capital and force them towards the center of the nation, where your space artilary can get them, sinse nothing of value lies there

*3 minuites before the battle manouvers begins, a messenger hawk appeares carrying a message that reads:*
This is Hunt Leader Raziel Silverfang, I am horrifeid to discover that you have gone to war with-out assistance from my nation. We wish to assist you but unfortunatly our army is relatively small. Thus we can only send 100 troops, luckily our army is rigorously trained and out natural claws and fangs give us an advantage over most in close combat. Also, our camouflage skills are unparralelled so we will be able to attack any point that you require with all the efficiency of any of your 2000 strong forces because they will not find us.... until it is too late, of this I am sure.
If you can rig up your teleporter to bring us straight into the edge of the city, in some area that can enable us to flank the point you wish to assult, we shall be happy to assist you.
Hunt Leader signing off,
fairest regards
R. Silverfang.

OOC: everyone with an army here has to amke a speech from there leading commander here.

Rilrek, disregarding whoevers speaking, reads the letter, pulls a new peice of paper out of his pocket, and writes a reply in pencil.

"i am sorry to have upset you sir silverfang, put we didnt have any time, a new wave of troops was reported to be heading to the front lines in three days.
"your offer of the troops is greatly appreciated and nesasery(sp?). once we have the firewall down we can bring your troops to our capital. were you will meet up with my elite warriors. they should be able to help and ayugment your troops as they are the special ops, and i will be joining them. thank you

"rilrek"
he hands the hawk the letter and, having telepathically comuned the perpous of the letter to the hawk, watched it fly off.

Dimmimar, if you EVER threaten Jagged Lines again you will wake up to find that you have earned the contempt of the earth. My people have an alliance with nature and so it will defend us and our allies as we defend it. You can not even begin to comprehend the magnitude of this threat, imadgion trying to eat when crops turn venomous and even the most domestic of animals attacks anything that comes near (and becomes poisenous to consume). This is your final warning...
R. Silverfang.


OOC. I should realy give you guys an idea of my land, so here it is:

Terrain: Almost totaly forest, but with a few clearings. Forest will alter around enemies to confuse and disorintate them.

Leader (war): Raziel Silverfang. A great warrior with much experience in urban and country fighting.

Leader (peace): Aalia Leafcloaked. A great diplomat who is, and for many years has been, a pacifist and healer.

Army: Small, elite force with many years training compulsory before ever allowed into the field.

the transport hawk, having just flown through two nations three times in under a few minutes, falls to the floor, unconsious and exhusted.

"Pretty sweet. Once we've stormed the wall, we'll mount our Humvees back up and storm the city, and giver Gaius and Raziel some back-up at the control centre."

"What are we waiting for? Let's kick some rebellious ass."

"we are waiting for two things, one, fuel for the transporters, and two, the other military leaders to make their inspiring speaches" rilrek replies, having just nursed the hawk back to health.

ooc: ben dont you mean two nations? this transmission is to rilek via a nearby soldier. im gessing u have access to a t.v.? if not just listen forget the discription.

ic: papu speaking with Triton behind him on the deck of a supersized aircraft carrier (it's a ship, with a deck which planes land on tom :) ) you can see several large cargo ships taking off, with one remaining in the background. he turns around and the camera pans around to see him facing several orderly assembled rows of men, and a rather intricate cyber bunny. "right men, lets go and kick some rebel ass!!!, for the good of the region!!, kill as many as you can, make all your bullets count and never give up, so come on and lets draw blood out of these rebel scum bags, work together and fight well, i hope to see all of you at the end of this campain, fly well and stick it up em!!!!!!!" a colective roar could be heard after the statement, the cyber bunny does a sort of dance, hopping and moving at the same time. he dons the special brestplate, that is handed to him from Triton. and walks off to his special heavy fighter with Triton at the guns (who also put on some old ww2 goggles) the men file of to the cargo ship, and as it takes off you can see rows of cyber bunnies near the door hung up against the walls. (anyone that has seen cronical's of riddick, there hung up like those people who have needles sticking out of there necks, waiting to turn into a necromunger)

ooc: the cargo ships hold my planes and tanks for this battle. i can provide sea support as well, if need be.

"sea based support would be apreciated, but we cant get it untill we get the firewall down! why does everyone forget that great big shimmering redy purple laswer wall exists! its right bloody behind me!"

You can not even begin to comprehend the magnitude of this threat, imadgion trying to eat when crops turn venomous and even the most domestic of animals attacks anything that comes near (and becomes poisenous to consume).



OOC: im sure that this is no problem for the people of dimmimar, farmers would become unemployed but i think most of the population has food replicators, cool threat though.

OOC- sorry for being offline for the past few days. Damn my Dad having to work at home and hog the internet!

IC: "Come on guys, if Rilrek can make an inspiring speech, you can too!"

walking up to Tom and looking slightly offended but shaking it off, rilrek ask him "how about we just get this attack under way and leave dimmimar a few transports for when he wakes up from this stupor? half of his troops have fallen asleep."

OOC: you know it took about a very long time of arguing with adam for him to put something up more than "lets kick some rebel ass"? adam really doesnt like speeches. (changed to adams requests by adam's requesting(i know that makes no sense but its true))

Gaius stood on the platform, an octopus attached to his head. Why this was so, nobody knew. Indeed, all of the Dimmimaran troops has octopuses attached to their heads.

"U sibr kkt kujw aowwxgwa. Aim kwra jukk rgw wbwnt!"

A great cry echoed and the troops began...

A rousing speech is only required if your men are frightened or need some encoragement. The people of my land have allways fought with-out hesitation and I trust them to do so still. That is all the speech I need make, for the Forest!
*Even from behind the firewall, you hear the sound of 100 voices raised in a single howl*

Ben you knob-jockey, I CHANGED messenger hawks after every trip. So basically all you did was mollest a perfectly healthy bird, causing much mental scarring to the animal and a strike of messenger birds to me

:confused: my message was posted 3 times, odd

OOC: im sorry but you didnt STATE you sued different hawks, so i assumed you were suing the same one, its life for you. you need to be specific.
josh will now be rping all the rebels, their leader and their troops. have fun

OOC: AHA! ive decifered joshes speech: "i dont rly like speaches. so lets kill the enemy!"
...... well if your pulling out its inspiring enough.

ooc: what r we waiting 4 now?

OOC: i was waiting to see if anyone else had anything to say first, but apparently not, so i'll start.

IC: rilrek, his tressym, the shadowy figure and all his troops borded a large elaborate craft. the craft is shaed like a flatened sphere, make completely out of reflective metals. it has a small camera on the top, presumably for the pilot. once all the troops have marched in, the hatch closes, and the ship silently starts to leave the ground, slowly at first but it gains speed. it basses into the firewall unharmed and ridses the energy stream upwards at a steady rate.
around your area there are more transports, each capable of holding your limited armies.

my army and ships are loaded on and are waiting departure. papu papu looks out at ur frozen armies and shakes his head.

ooc: ben write more stuff

To Ben (others you should read this it's probably going to be forwarded to you by Rilk but I wrote this from an "in city observer" point of veiw): As the others armies begin to advance, you notice a very strange thing. There is a high force earthquake beginning on the side of your firewall closest to my land, then just as you watch the words "prodgectors destroyed, firewall breached" appear on your screen. Just after a short video-message comes, it apears to have been filmed during heavy combat: The person speaking appears to be Raziel, "Tell Rilk that his "impeneterable" fire-wall has just been penatrated, Claw packs 1 to 7 have already taken one of your power-stations. Also 8 to 10th pack are coming under heavy fire, I am leading 10th pack. We would recormend any allies of your cause should attack this point with full force."
After this message there is a period of white-out lasting exactly 1 minuite 19 seconds. After this there is a short period in which large amounts of laser and hard shot travell toward the camera, then, after 9 seconds of this, a strange, golden skinned man appears onscreen, he is naked and has blank eyes. He speaks "Hello little soul, I am Cheurbaul" There is a scream, prosumably from the recorder of the picture and it blanks out.

One or maby even two of you might wonder were a country that has outlawed industry might aquire technoligy. This is how; on the outskirts of our main forest there is a city called Hive Primaris. This city is our technology HQ, because it has no competition and unlimited funding its technology is fantasticly advanced.
Oh yeah, a character I'm going to introduce called Gidion Ravenor will come from here, he is a latent psycher with much training, has no claws or fangs and is an expert on demons and the Imarterium (more commently known as The Warp).

OOC: ok, for one thing, controling nature is god modding, i say if you cant think it up in this age yourself, then it cant exist, if you have some sort of shockwave design then fine, but an earth quake wont breach a firewall, the energy would seep into the crack and into the presumable tunnel you made. two, the projectors are sheilded by the same energy as in the firewall, kept their by forces that you can only guess. if you want to shoot it you will make it more powerful, its an energy absorber, not deflecter. three, if you expect not to have heavy casualties, your wrong, you havew the entire cloning facilities inside the powerplants, capable fo growing on fully grown man per second and giving him arms the next. four, camaflage means nothing to people who can sense your mind. five, rilrek is now very angry with you
]IC: all of the troops now grumble in sadness as they see the transmission. things were not going to plan, rilrek appears to be seathing. "i told him to wait untill we've got the firewall, but no!! he goes and does something drastic.
OOC: since josh isnt here at present and i wish to hurry things along, im just gonna take this portion of the firewall.
IC: the northwestern firewall projector falls into an apparent radiosilence, the transmission of the yellow and disturbing man is seen inside the controll room, with rilrek sitting in the control chair, surrounded by controle pannels. "is that a deamon or is this all some sort of dream?"

papu papu and rilrek are standing infront of their armies, rilrek proceeding to relay the information he just told papu to the soliders of both their armies. " ahem. this room is the porter room, now we have a chance to inflict much damage to the entire firewall system, we are going to split into three armies, with me and papu heading to the south-east station with our best troops, the rest will be divided equally into two groups, group one hewading to the north east, group two heading south west. once we have the station you are on, head to the control room, send a message of radio silence to the rebels, then cut all transmission to the surface. we will keep the element of surpise then. once done, all of you proceed to the south east station and meet up with me. we will deploy behind there lines, taking them by surprise. now rest up, we have one day before we start giving assignments."

ooc: erm, you might have guessed but this is the next day to ben's speach.

ic: papu walks down a slanted ramp as he exits his main battleship, Triton following. below him on the ground are all his men and the leader of his robots (thats the ornate one if you ready my other posts carfully) grouped in three parties. the men bow there heads as he passes between the ranks, carfully inspecting there armour and wepons. As he gets to the end of the second group he draws a man out, he is older than many of the other men papu speaks to him quietly, the man looks elated after papu has spoke and grim after he added another word or two. he escorts the man to the front of the second group by the sruff of the neck. "this man, will lead you, he will decide who is his second and third in command" he drops the man and walks to the next group and repeats the process with another man, the robot leader records everything while doing so. after he has finished he adresses the second and third groups, "you will take orders from rilek's comanders, make short and evil proud!, and dont be made to do petty or suicidal missions by rilek's men, you are as important as any of his!!!! now make me and your families names proud to be SHORT AND EVIL !!!!!!!" a massive roar emmits from the groups. he turns to the first group and says "i will lead you, dont take orders from anyone but me or Triton, am i understood!" "yes sir!" shouted back by the men. papu turns back to his main ship and climbs the ramp.
inside he sends a transmission to rilek, saying he would like grav suits for him and Triton.

OOC: i assume group one is heading with you and rilrek into the southeast station? and two and three split go after the other two respectively.

IC: rilreks voice projects into your head, as he deams this quicker than a video transmission(its less of a voice more a burts of information). looking around to were this could possibly come from you see there is a rilkan within your craft about two feet away from you, bowing his head respectfully. as you filter through this info, you find the reply you wanted, there is rilreks aproval for your request, asking how you wish it to be customized, asking when your ship will rejoin with the station, and also saying he is slightly offended from your speach. he knew what you said through the rilkan near you, and explains rilkans would rather put themselves in dangour rather than friendas or ally's. the only suicide mission here is the one in which us to are embarking on, but we have decent chances.