NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: This is Open, Its not my offical Return, its my Gradual Return, I've been feeling the creative spark, and I just need to get into the swing of things, Sorry Zuk, you've been chosen at random to be the Sacrifical Lamb....


Corrol City, Zukariaa

The moon was full this night, its light cast a silvery glow across the forest, as the wind gently rustled the trees and the distant howl of a lone wolf permeated the air with a crisp and clear cry…

A jet black jackboot crashed down into a small puddle, the water rippled outwards from the boot, while the owner of this malicious item of oppression viewed the forest with distaste, this was Zukariaa, one of the former nations of the Supreme State, while The Corporation went into isolation, Zukariaa became a rogue nation, a free state, and now it was time to reel back in, what rightfully belonged to the Corporation and The High Command….

The Reichmarshal looked across the forest, it was cold, but his leather trench coat kept back the biting winds, behind him stood a squad of Capitol Police their red glowing eyes cast a feint red glow into the silver of the moon light that turned parts of the forest into a red scene of horror…

The Reichmarshal stepped forward, stepping over a log before coming to a halt, The Capitol of Zukariaa was below….

The Reichmarshal looked at the city with hatred, even while the Corporation had been in isolation, they could have remained loyal, but instead they’d chosen a path… not within the Corporations ideals…

The officer smiled, and nodded, one of the troopers behind muttered something into the commlink, and then a few seconds later, the night sky was illuminated by the flash of artillery fire….

Shells screamed overhead, the Reichmarshal laughed… it had begun…

The Artillery continued to hammer away, shell after shell screamed overhead, striking targets in the city at random, fireballs rose into the air, the city struck by a hand of some unseen enemy, the shells continued to rain down, levelling buildings, destroying roads, bridges, cars were flipped up into the air, as more fireballs rose into the air, the screams of women, children and men echoed through out as the peacefully sleeping city was awoken by this abrupt intrusion…

The Artillery ceased as soon as it had begun, the camouflage netting was thrown over the vehicles, Basilisk artillery units, that now slinked off away from the firing positions, retreating to another area of the forest where Zukariaan forces would find it extremely difficult to locate…



The Next morning,

The Capital city was a scene of devastation, the artillery strike had hit randomly across the city, with at least four of the city blocks completely levelled in one looked like a single salvo, while others were pock marked roads and buildings, thick black and pungent smoke rose into the air, blocking out the early morning sun, the clouds were black and filled with rain, as the usually beautiful morning of Zukariaa was displaced by the dark storm clouds of darkness…. Something was brewing… something big… something terrible… something evil……

Tag, I am busy with a Rebelion in Tibet so I am taging to watch this.

OOC: Welcome back Kraven, even tohugh I din't really know you much.

OCC: (plays death march for Zukariaa.)

OOC: Jaredcohenia appluases Kraven for his timing of the entrance.

Could this be coincidental of who is in Corrol City at the moment?

OOC: Happy dance! I'll get my revenge yet!

Hey Zuk, you want my to hold onto anything so it doesn't get destroyed here? Car keys, maybe?

OOC: Welcome back Kraven... Can't wait to read this and see who the new dark leader is...

OOC:
OOC: Welcome back Kraven, even tohugh I din't really know you much.

Yeah, that, as well as this:

OCC: (plays death march for Zukariaa.)

Just a question. How difficult would it be to smuggle the Jaredcohenians out, along with some random refugees?

OOC: Hey we both came back at nearly the same time. I think you knew my other nation better than this one (Soviet Arms Dealers). Once my civil war is over I'm sure we'll get acquainted...

Kraven, if this gets into a dogpile, the CA can always use this as its proving ground;)

**tempted to RP a nuke attack very well, and hope for the best**

hehe, welcome back mate.

I hope you continue to write as well as you have done previously

**tempted to RP a nuke attack very well, and hope for the best**

hehe, welcome back mate.

I hope you continue to write as well as you have done previously

OOC: Trust me when I say BAD PLAN!

OOC: Trust me when I say BAD PLAN!

OOC: The Aeson has a bit of experience with that

OOC: Kraven, next time you're on add me on MSN. >_>

Kraven, if this gets into a dogpile, the CA can always use this as its proving ground;)
OOC-Erm.. no? I've seen you muscle in on people and tell them to become part of Griffincrest or become slaves. It wont happen here. This isn't a "everyone grab his land while Kraven destroys him!" thread.

Now, no one is using n00kz at all. Not at the moment, anyways.

By the way, Kraven. I've decided that I no longer want to be a Slave State. I will be if I have no choice, of course, but I really don't want to be anymore. I have come to like being a free nation and such.

-=Secret IC=-
The bombardment had whiped out a block of town square, another block in the residential district, and several places all across the city. After close inspection, they found what it was: Kraven. Kraven had come back for them.

At least, that is what they had concluded. They would be coming for The High Commander, there was no doubt about that. Corrol had decided that he would be more use outside of Zukariaa if Zukariaa was invaded. He took a long elevator to the top of his tower, running inside.

As he entered his office, his father rolled towards him in his electric wheelchair,"What is going on here, boy?!" The man was technically 97, although in number of years, he was 175. Kept alive through similar technology as Corrol. His cat purred in his lap.

He walked up to the wall behind his large, oak desk, pressing a button. A large red light came on within the aquarium, and the wall within opened. The squid suddenly jetted through it, as if it had been trained to do so.

"Wait.. those shellings! If your sending Krak into the sea, then this must be.." his father began to mumble.

"Kraven." Corrol finished. He hit a mic on his desk,"I need a company of Imperial Infantrymen waiting in front of my tower immediatly."

"Yes, sir." came the reply from the other end.

"And get me my advisors down there, too." he said, before walking off towards the hall outside of his office.

"Arn't you taking any of this stuff?" his father said, trailing behind him.

"No time."

"Dammit, boy!"

"Just follow me."

Once again the elevator slid down the side of the 261 story building. The city could be seen as far as it extended, and the newly planted forests beyond it. After five minutes of dropping quickly, it came to a stop. It opened, letting the men out. Corrol's advisors, the men who knew most about Zukariaa's internal working, let forth a barrage of questions.

"Shut up. Follow me. Don't speak." Corrol said, walking quickly towards the car that had transported himself and the Jaredcohenians to the tower. He got in, while his father's wheelchair attached to where a front seat would normally be.

As they drove away, three trucks of soldiers followed behind, then another vehicle with the advisors.

"Arius. I'm sorry about this, we'll be taking you to the Ocean Sunfish while we move to a certain spot to be picked up. We're covering our tracks. As far as everyone else knows, Corrol is still in that tower." he informed the Tyrant. He told him of everything he needed to know. (which was over MSN XD)


OOC-Corrol get's out of Zukariaa. This isn't something that anyone is going to know about easily. Thank you.

600nm outside Zukariaan Territorial waters

The Kraven battle fleet was sat moving slowly through the waters, the only sound coming from the fleet was the gentle sound of thumping engines, the crews on board were quietly going about their business, knowing fully of the task that lay ahead…

The Bridge however was a different matter, officers too’d and fro’d around the deck, passing each other papers and generally working towards the great invasion that The High Command had tasked them with, one officer, a Captain no less was stood looking out to sea, with his hands held firmly behind his back, the jet black uniform was a stark contrast to the clean, drab, military grey walls of the inside of the bridge, his features had been disfigured badly, burn marks had twisted his face into something that could be considered less than human…

It was a piece of his history that no one dared ask about… a part of his dark past…

“Bring the fleet around, I want all head full, bring the fleet into weapons range..”

The ensigns quickly jumped to the orders, picking up telephones and radioing messages to the others vessels in the fleet…

Sirens blared out across the decks of each ships as the powerfull engines brought themselves up to speed, the steady, gentle thump replaced by a heavy pounding that echoed throughout the waters….

The Kraven battle fleet was on the move…

Zukarriaa, forested area near Corrol City


The officer, a Reichmarshal sat quietly, looking down at the destruction that had rained down upon the city, the black smoke gently rose into the air, that was carried away by the soft winds of the morning weather…

“Reichmarshal…” A Capitol Police trooper spoke, his voice was mechanical, sounding machine like through the vox caster that amplified his voice through the gas mask, the officer turned to look at the Trooper, the early morning light glinting off the peak of his officers cap…

“What is it?”

“The battle fleet is moving towards shore…”

“Excellent… hold positions, reinforcements will be on route… we can expect Zukariaan forces to start sniffing around here, so dig in, have your squad deploy along the brow of the hill, we sit it out until reinforcements arrive…”

The trooper brought his heels together in a sharp salute before performing a perfect about turn and returning to the rest of his squad….

OOC: Can we assume that this is set in 2051 or there abouts as dictated by Kraven's factfile/weapons?

14 jets flew through the sky looking for the artillery that had destoryed several parts of their city. They were ready to deploy their full loads if they must. At the same time, 30 men moved through the forest, searching for the positions that they believed were near the top of a hill. It would have been the perfect place for artillery to hit the city.

At the same time, these men weren't expected to live. They were to sniff out the Capitol Police, who were likely near the Artillery, and let the planes do their work..



-=Secret IC=-
Corrol sat waiting under cover of the forest on the moonlit beach nearly 30 miles from Zukariaa. It was a very random spot that had been picked out for the plan. In the distance was the city. The two enormous towers rose forever, it seemed. The lights let off by the city seemed almost poetic combined with the moonlit surface of the water.

But this wasn't a time for beauty. Corrol was waiting for something important. His father was near him in his wheelchair. It had been equipped to be able to move on nearly any terrain. On his other side were the advisors, being quiet for once.

Behind them was a company of soldiers. They were all waiting within the forests cover for what they knew would be there shortly.

Secret'd

Arius and his crew quickly got on to the Sunfish, they watched from the sea as Corrol City was being bombarded. Where they were going, it was unknown. All that was known was that they were heading east. "My god...it's like I am cursed."

"Sir!" A freshly conscripted recruit came up to him. "We are able to report Kraven battleships!"

"God damnit!..just...I don't know!"

"How does Errikland seem?

"Anything is better than this, so head out men!"

Yes sir! Katyusha-mounted panels emerged from the base of the boat, it was prepairing for any sort of fight neccesary. Anti-air rockets were loaded, and ships inside the middle of the boat's hull were being prepped for release. Naval mines were thrown off the boat, depth charges with prepped explosive times were chucked off.

[ Warning: long post. o.o' ]

+++It was late; Matthew was tired--Emily, the youngest of his three children, had been particularly energetic that day, and he was quite ready to crawl into bed and snuggle against his wife for the rest of the night--in fact, it was to his bedroom that he was headed to when an Executive Security agent appeared in his way.
+++"Sir," said the suit-clad agent, dipping her head in respect. A few locks of long, brown hair spilled over her neck as she did so, coming to rest unheeded against her bust.
+++An eyebrow cocked ever so slightly, while bright blue eyes flickered to the agent's face, attempting to make a connection. Finally, it was made, and Matthew nodded back, though less than the agent had.
+++Sasha. So that was it.
+++"What is it?" came the eventual reply. A slight stiffening of the spine--no one would bother him this late at night, unless it was dire. And indeed dire it was, as he was about to find out.
+++"Kraven's started hitting one of their territories," was the simple reply given--yet for all its simplicity, it still felt like a blow to the sternum.
+++Matthew did not belie his emotions--merely kept a straight face, eyes locked forward, suddenly frosty. "Where?" The question was curt, gruff, and angry. Sasha might have flinched at the venom, had she thought it was directed at her. However, she did not, as she knew where the hate lay.
+++"Zukariaa. One of their slave-states, I believe."
+++The name didn't register. But then again, it didn't really need to.
+++A small, grim smile. "You know what to do."

---

+++Messages were passed, papers exchanged, and voices raised into a din in the Command Room of the Octagon. Aides bustled by, never seeming to touch the ground. The nation of Gejigrad had, earlier, recognized the "nation" of Kraven to be a menace to the security of the world, and although random attacks were still out of the question, there was a law that had come out of that recognition, giving the People's President the authority to launch an attack on Kraven, should it aggress.
+++Which, inevitably, it had--even if it was against its own territory.

---

+++"Depth, two-six-oh meters--dive, dive, dive!"
+++"Aye, Sir! Ballast is blown, diving to two-ot-six meters!" Bubbles foamed up out of the tanks to the surface as the submersible carriers slipped beneath the waves.
+++The four submarines were the Legendary class, the lead ships for Gejigrad's SCGs. Virtually undetectable, and provided with approximately twenty-four knots of silent running underwater, they were arguably the most expensive ships in the People's Navy on a cost-per-tonne basis. They would be accompanied by sixteen Vixen-class attack submarines and thirty-two Grizzly-class guided-missile submarines. For the current mission, the carriers were loaded two platoons of powered armour troopers each, along with eleven F/A-31 Raven Advanced Tactical Fighters. The fighters would be armed with an air-to-air loadout of four AIM-9 Sidewinders and six AIM-120A AMRAAMs, while an additional squadron of B-4 Ghost stealth bombers made their way across the pitch-black sky toward Kraven-held Zukariaa. Each bomber would be flanked by eight F/A-31 Ravens, with the same armament as their compatriots aboard the submarines.
+++The aircraft would reach their targets in under an hour--if that--travelling at Mach 3.6. Their targets would be lightly- to moderately-defended, mostly focusing on supply depots and motorpools, as well as other support facilities. Troop camps were a secondary concern. While these bombers were making the trip, another wave was being prepared on various ambiguous international bases.

---

+++Back in Silvergrove, in the Executive Complex, Matthew was reviewing a nearly-completed speech to be presented as soon as possible. CNN was already reporting on Kraven moving their troops into the Almighty Empire, so Matthew had to act fast, before his planes hit.
+++Some minutes later, a stage was completed, having been under construction since he gave the order to launch the assault. News agencies, even at the late hour, were crowded about, along with a throng of locals who had come to see what had interrupted their slumber. With the final go-ahead, People's President Matthew Thompson, Deputy President Samantha Guian, the Joint Chiefs, and the Secretary of Defense, Jonathan Fletcher moved out onto the stage, taking their respective places--Matthew at the podium, Sam at his right, and the others to his left.
+++Matthew had brought out a stack of notecards--more of a prop than something actually useful--which he now proceeded to shuffle through at the podium, preparing himself. The din which had begun to rise when the administrators stepped into the sight of the cameras died down, and after a very long moment, the People's President began to speak into the bouquet of microphones.
+++"People of Gejigrad," he began, pausing ever so slightly. "It is a grim duty of mine that I follow through tonight. However, I am bound to the law, save for it change--which it has not. Earlier today, the paramilitary Kraven Corporation invaded the nation of Zukariaa." Shuffle-shuffle. A few cries from the back of the audience--some in fury, some in grief, though they likely had never been to the country. "And, as it has been recorded, the nation of Gejigrad is obligated to defend whatever nation Kraven decides to attack next...."
+++It was near that time when the bombs first began to fall. Thirty-six BLU-97/B Combined-Effects Bombs would fall from each of the twenty-four B-4s onto the supply facilities, troop encampments, motorpools, and generally anything else that they could get at. Five minutes before, the second wave had launched, and would bring a full eight squadrons in to further deteroriate the Kraven position in Zukariaa in a very short time. This would continue, without pause, for as long as it took to fully uproot every Kraven position, or at least throw them into enough chaos for the People's Army to move in.

Zukariaa']-=Secret IC=-
Corrol sat waiting under cover of the forest on the moonlit beach nearly 30 miles from Zukariaa. It was a very random spot that had been picked out for the plan. In the distance was the city. The two enormous towers rose forever, it seemed. The lights let off by the city seemed almost poetic combined with the moonlit surface of the water.

But this wasn't a time for beauty. Corrol was waiting for something important. His father was near him in his wheelchair. It had been equipped to be able to move on nearly any terrain. On his other side were the advisors, being quiet for once.

Behind them was a company of soldiers. They were all waiting within the forests cover for what they knew would be there shortly.

OOC: For the record, we said that he would be picked up on the coast opposite the Kraven-ites.

EIS Seasnake

The submarine moved swiftly through the deep underwater trench. This trench near Zukariaa had only been discovered recently, as the Errikan navy looked for a trading ship that had been sunk. To ensure absolute security, the sub was deeper than was technically safe, but this would not last long. Their job was to escourt the Zukariaan and Jaredcohenian leaders to safety, and they were nearly at the pickup.

"Send the orders for ascent," Captain Algren, commander of the vessle, said. This was done, and the sub climbed swiftly towards the surface. Algren sat down in his chair, overlooking the bridge. This was to be a quick, in and out mission.

After all, the last thing they wanted was a fight with Kraven.

And that was the last thing they had expected to have to deal with. It had been said that Kraven was dead. Few Errikan leaders had believed that, but most had hoped that, if and when they came back for Zukariaa, things would merely slide back into place. Hell, for being allys of Zukariaa, they would probably become allies with Kraven. They may not be the perfect ideaological match for the Empire, but they were powerful.

But now that had collapsed.

Still, they did not want a war with Kraven. Positive relations were still possible even if an alliance was not. That is why they had recieved orders not to attack anything unless the mission, and thus their lives, depended on it. This action was merely to save the lives of loyal allies, not to start a war.

Surface, just off the coast of Zukariaa

The sub surfaced, though you would hardly know that from looking. Only the very top of the tower actually went up and out of the water. If one noticed it at all, it would just seem like a rather large collection of seeweed or something of the sort.

It was then that the hatch opened, and the commandos got out. They also brought out their transportation through a larger hatch: a small boat, with a quiet engine and inflatable edges.

They silently reached the shore, and broke radio silence. It was a short range communication, no one outside the mile would hear it. But they knew that those they sought were much closer than that, and this was the signal to draw them out.

OOC-Gejigrad, we arn't occupied yet. They havn't even opened up into open war, yet. :\

-=Secret IC=-
Corrol waited to see exactly who it was before stepping through the brush and into the open.

"Come out. We need to move quickly." Corrol said. His father rolled forward and into the sand of the beach followed by several men and 20 soldiers. Corrol didn't wait. He stepped onto the boat while two soldiers lifted his father into the boat along with his wheelchair.

"Be careful, you idiots!" he growled before being in the boat.

In all, it took 9 trips for everyone to get to the sub, but once they were in, Corrol went along with his father to meet with the Captain as they moved out. As he walked through the compartments, he noticed his favorite pet swimming through the sea close enough to be seen..

[ They were shelling your capital, were they not?

Unless it was right on the border, or something.

In any case, I guess I can save the assault post until later. ]

Secret Communication with JC.

The Republic has plans to evacuate your officials with your permission and cooperation. Please respond.

Zukariaa']OOC-Gejigrad, we arn't occupied yet. They havn't even opened up into open war, yet. :\

-=Secret IC=-
Corrol waited to see exactly who it was before stepping through the brush and into the open.

"Come out. We need to move quickly." Corrol said. His father rolled forward and into the sand of the beach followed by several men and 20 soldiers. Corrol didn't wait. He stepped onto the boat while two soldiers lifted his father into the boat along with his wheelchair.

"Be careful, you idiots!" he growled before being in the boat.

In all, it took 9 trips for everyone to get to the sub, but once they were in, Corrol went along with his father to meet with the Captain as they moved out. As he walked through the compartments, he noticed his favorite pet swimming through the sea close enough to be seen..

The men saluted Corrol, and the Captain met him on the bridge shortly after giving the order to dive. The sub once again sank into the depths of the trench.

"Commander Corrol," the captain greeted him, saluting him before shaking his hand, "We are on course to Errikland, and should be there shortly."

Secret Transmission to Allies:

The Republic has squadrons 10 of A-20 Seahawk III, 100 aircraft all together, on stand-by to help escourt any vessles past the Kraven fleet.

Secret IC

Somewhere in the Baltic Sea

Transmission to Errikan Empire

To Whom It May Concern:

The JNV Ocean Sunfish is currently out at sea, and we wish to dock at a port city of yours. It is a desperate measure that must be taken, as Cohenianople is in flames and Kraven is to the west. We request a docking and asylum.

Arius Cohenius and Co.

"Checkmate, this is Iron Lead, inbound on the objective."
"Stand-by Iron Lead, squadron check-in."
"Iron Lead is go."
"Riley Lead, we are go."
"Storm go."
"Skull is go, Checkmate."
"Raptor is go for objective."
"Viper is go."
"Go for Ghost."
"Tiger Squadron is go for the mission."
"Checkmate, Cyclone lead, we are go."
"That's a 10-4 for Cobra."

"Copy that. What about my Resistance?
"Savior is go."
"Reaper is go."
"Nightmare is go for the objective."
"Lightning is go.
"Ram Squadron is go for the mission."

"10-4. Hold for my signal, let Echo get into position. How you doing over there Echo?"
"Echo Squadron is doing fine, we have the target area in site. Permission to release the package?"
"Stand-by Echo."

The next few moments were an antagonizing wait for the squadrons awaiting go for the mission. Then, crackling onto the radio came Checkmate.

"Echo Lead, this is Checkmate, you are go for delivering the package."
"10-4 Checkmate. Package is being delivered."

A few moments later 5 bombs were released from the B-13A Rancer aircraft that made up Echo Squadroon. In the next few moments, Echo Squadron scattered back to safe positions as the other squadrons moved in. Seconds later, the bombs exploded above the Kraven navy in the area. Cluster Bombs, hundereds of smaller explosions occured a few seconds later.

Above, the A-20 Seahawk III aircraft awaited the weapons free command.

Highly Encrypted Transmission to Zukariaa

Hello, you may or may not have heard of us, I believe an independent security company has called us one of the greatest threats to the free world, but that is mistaken. We are one of the greatest threats to anyone that crosses us, democracy, dictatorship, whatever.

We are the Leafanistani Red Mafia, and we have significant resources that can be easily used to your disposal. For the duration of this conflict we are prepared to offer you a 10% discount in our storefront, while this may seem to be petty capitalism, there is more to it.

We stock Kraven, that is right, authentic Kraven Capitol Police weapons and Battlesuits. Special Forces, Black Ops will find this terribly useful. We are also highly experienced in smuggling, though I think Kraven will not care for any cargo that slips into your waters so a 1% smuggling fee may be imposed.

We can also sell terribly cheap weapons and can easily begin shipping them in numbers exceeding millions. We can easily arm an insurgent army or a first world, first class army within days, something legitimate companies cannot do, all without leaving an annoying paper trail or dealing with legal issues.

Call us back if you want to live.

Signed,
Mr. 'Blue'
Leafanistani Red Mafia

[END]

OOC: Link in signature as 'Weapons Importers'

[ They were shelling your capital, were they not?

Unless it was right on the border, or something.

In any case, I guess I can save the assault post until later. ]
OOC-You can still go through with it. I was just saying that we are not occupied, and I don't think they moving much. The Temporary High Command (while the leader is gone) will definitely want your help against the fleet and such, though.

Throughout Zukariaa, troops began to move. Coastal defences were always ready, and men began to move into trenches and man coastal guns in case of invasion. SAM sites and anti-air sites began to pop up all over. Mines were planted on the beaches to await any landing craft. Two million men were brought in for the defense of Corrol City, besides the year round million.

The 30 men who had been sent into the forest were quickly called off, and the airforce commenced the bombardment of the entire ridge around Corrol city, save where the roads were.

Armoured and Mechanized divisions moved throughout the city. Jets flew through the sky. A battle fleet was called up to defend the coast. Several freighters, emptied of explosive substances (so they could not be used against the Zukariaans, which meant they weren't movable, either). were anchored in front of the city, basically to block naval guns for a short time if such an attack came.

A full force of 26 million soldiers were put into action throughout Zukariaa, along with 12 million reservists. The Empire began to gather up men and women, giving them weapons to defend themselves with, telling them that their duty was to their country and they had to fight for it.

Zuakriaa would either win or lose, but they would never give in to the War Machine again. An official message was sent out. Zukariaa wanted help.

Above the skies of the distressed nation, BAF aircraft were flying. The coast was being partolled by A-20 Seahawk III aircraft, as well as D-4A Resistance and F-213 Death Angels. The F-213 were guarding the airspace while the A-20 Seahawk III kept watch to launch an attack at any naval vessle at any time.

The BAF also had C-5, C-130, C-17, and C-23 (BAF designed transport slightly smaller than the C-5, but faster.) inbound to Zukariaa. Escourted by F-213, the transports were well guarded against any threat from the enemy.

[Tag: Kraven, I would be interested in having a 2051 (or your nations current time) version of Cruxium available for you to conquer and integrate into your Empire. Though I have yet to try it, I would very much like to RP a nation conquered by a far larger force.]

This is Alexander.

Yes, Dephire wishes to be involved.

I currently am not going to participate in any military support, unless it is needed.

The CA and GASN are allies/friends of mine.

Thank you.

Secret IC

Somewhere in the Baltic Sea

Transmission to Errikan Empire

To Whom It May Concern:

The JNV Ocean Sunfish is currently out at sea, and we wish to dock at a port city of yours. It is a desperate measure that must be taken, as Cohenianople is in flames and Kraven is to the west. We request a docking and asylum.

Arius Cohenius and Co.

The response was quick and brief. It told them that they would find friendly ports in Errikland and room and board in Sadet. It also incoraged them to hurry.

As the sub left Zukariaan waters and continued through international waters towards Errikland, a large and fast moving object was picked up by the sub's sensitive sensors.

The men were quickly readied, and the captain alerted Corrol that there may be a hostile force following behind.

Little did the captain know, as Corrol did, that the object was really the Supreme Commander's loyal pet.

"Stop. It's friendly." he said, pointing to a screen. A large squid like creature swam across it ahead of the sub,"Now. I would like to know, do you have any information on the current situation in Errikland? We are afraid that if we are tracked, Kraven may come for it as well. Does it have good defences? Is it ready to fight off Kraven..?"

Zukariaa']"Stop. It's friendly." he said, pointing to a screen. A large squid like creature swam across it ahead of the sub,"Now. I would like to know, do you have any information on the current situation in Errikland? We are afraid that if we are tracked, Kraven may come for it as well. Does it have good defences? Is it ready to fight off Kraven..?"

Though slightly taken aback by Corrol's pet, the captain answered.

"It is far too late for them to track us, Commander. However, you should know that the situation is very stable. Hell, it seems to be the only place in the world where the situation is calm," he adjusted a couple buttons and knobs and switches before continuing, "You, like the Jaredcohenians, shall be safe in Sadet. It is currenly out of reach of anyone, not that anyone would know that you are there. We shall travel upriver into central Errikland where we shall dock at a submarine bunker. From there, you shall be taken swiftly to the capital and meet the Emperor."

The sub continued its course, now far from the war in Zukariaa and drawing ever closer to Errikland.

"Then again, it is not as peaceful as this. The truest peace in the world is the desolate darkness of the deep ocean. When there is nothing around but you and the water. When everything is just you, the water, and God . . . " he took a breath, staring into the forward screen, "Still, one may find the light and life of Errikland more refreshing, though it is not as peaceful as the silent darkness of the abyss."

OOC; Ummm....could I send looters? Again?

"Yes, well, you can never be too sure. Coastal defences are extremely important when it comes to attacks from Kraven." Corrol spoke, watching the screen,"I'll be damned if Kraven takes Errikland with me in it."

He watched as, through the darkness, the squid could be seen ripping apart several fish at once and shoving them towards it's beak.

"We'd have to fall back on Arterus." he said. His face was as serious and intent as ever. His arms were folded at his chest. His cane leaned against his hip. Behind them, two Zukariaan soldiers could be heard conversing in GErman..

OOC; Ummm....could I send looters? Again?
OOC-Go ahead. I don't advise sending a bunch of unknowledgable Kubrans into a warzone that includes Kraven..

Some time later, the submarine docked underground deep within Errikland. The Zukariaans disembarked, and were quickly transported to the train, which was waiting for them. It sped the distance to the Errikan capital of Sadet, where the Zukariaans were unloaded again and taken to the Capitol Building.

At the Capitol, the Zukariaans, now likely worn out from the late escape and long journey, were greeted with hot food and warm beds. The Emperor would greet them once they were well rested.

Again, the Sunfish docked, a new port. A new country.

The men came off the boat in Stadet, guarded by marines/naval officers. "Where is Emperor Christia-" He took his coat off. "Damn Errikan weather." The three leaders stood waiting for the welcoming commitee.

Translunar Space

A magnificent starscape seemingly utterly empty save for a few rogue specks of ice and the odd errant TV satellite. The interplanetary medium an empty and cold in comparison with the hubub of the planet it surrounded, the world swinging endlessly about in there warm soup of energetic but still relatively thin solar ejecta gently but surely blasting millions of persons DNA into soup. Suddenly part of the view shimmers, blinks and something that had been distant is now visible. What appears to be the scattered remnants of man made detritus slowly spreading across the supposedly virgin starscape. Its starlight obscuring vaguely spherical form was made up of flecks of ash, scorched reforming droplets of a dozen metals and the glitter of advanced synthetics. Here and there the shining tumbling chunk of a supposedly smashed solar panel or a heat dissipation fin flashed. If one looked at the patterns of remains and had a sufficiently advanced extrapolation system one would find the slowly expanding of what looked like an abandoned station

The last module looked like it was burning as recessed cold gas jets shuddered into the endless night. A vanilla white cylindrical canister nearly 15 metres long and 6 wide tumbling end over end in the depths of trans lunar space, its surface pitted and stained, the stumpy slagged remains of conduits and cables strewn across its slowly rupturing skin obscuring a single massive slowly peeling corporate logo. On one end of this burning warped man made carbuncle in the sky a vast airlock door which had once been covered in a wasp like warning pattern gaped open, its massive doors blasted outwards by what appeared to be heavy direct energy weapons fire, still studded with needle rounds and old fashioned bullet holes its thick form was steadily beginning to open, intricate geometrically “smashed” door sections winding open to reveal the lenses within. As what appeared to be the pathetic remains of blackened hard EVA combat suits, their visors cracked with heat and there surfaces drifted about on tethers a single massive antennae began to unfurl, though one would not see it if one simply glanced, tethers tightened, drifting wreckage aligned as the downlinks established..

The modules interior was on the outside a cluttered mess, the scorched blackening metal panelling in places still glowing and drifting away in scorched black motes while swathes of stronger support columns still kept there silver shine, the heat damage however visibly causing them to sag. Wall lockers scorched and damged and actually containing simple low velocity fragmentory bombs dotted the outer entrances, tangled outwardly burnt hoses of synthetics on the floor carefully feeding the inert propellant to the venturi hidden in pockmarks on the hull. As tens of thousands of CCDs ate the photons the great lenses imbedded behind the carefully crafted armoured lens cap door an image was built up in detail that had and if nothing untoward happened would be able to decode ambient sound from reflections of ambient light on glass without the help of known lased light sources. In this case the photons were from the dancing waves around the steaming Kraven battle fleet, its vessels rough wakes making the delicate sonic conversion packages 8 ton processor and optics filled bulk useless and the unfortunate rising smoke and visible blasts from Corrol city and not too invisible heavy artillery movement making the situation quite clear. Data was correlated, filed and eventually flowed not downwards but to a dozen relays before finally finding its way into a dark air conditioned warren somewhere under the Fallbright mountain range before being converted into more meaningful reports and forwarded to where it could do some good.



Megacity One, Zone 8, Sector 83, 34 East central transit way between Acro Avenue and Willow Industrial Node, 18:28. Rush Hour.

A seemingly endless flow of traffic flowed in steady controlled multi levelled streams darting between the massive buildings like schools of fish in a coral reef there movements timed and controlled by a thousand separate computerised agents. Above them a cobweb like network of railways arced between the buildings on delicate spans occasionally vibrating to a darting train, standing on seemingly far too thin silvered supports, below them the huge concrete embankments of heavy cargo lines cut through the city like scratch marks, sharing the limited surface area not taken up with structures with a 12 lane motorway, smaller streets and walkways visible below it, seemingly skipping up the sides of buildings in crazy jumps till they reached to just below the height of the railways. Through it all a dancing myriad of advertisements broke the lines of structures. This multicoloured haze of advertising screens giving the sunset dominated horizon an odd multicoloured dapple, huge neon figures in the distance almost looking like Greek titans, be it titans selling everything from diapers to illicit experiences involving moose.

The seeming well ordered nature of things was shattered as a burgundy 39 Parkan “Whitewater” sports special slammed through the traffic, streamers of hot exhaust blasting out of its four tastelessly chromed exhaust’s which occasionally spit fire as its super charger gulps air, the car almost leaving a glowing con trail behind it as it smashed through the streaming traffic, the traffic control agents slamming the huge number of passengers under there care in sudden manoeuvres the drive trains on the standard cars were never built to handle. Then came a flurry of white and black darts surrounded by flashing blue and red, drone motorbikes, there remotely operated cameras flashing as they recorded possible witnesses followed by the screams of high torsion electric engines and the screech of tires as manned heavy pursuit vehicles followed, there truck like sides studded with retracted winches, net guns, smoke and gas grenade launchers and a half dozen other pacification tools while smaller two person standard police cars darted around them there M1PD insignia quick golden flashes in ordinary citizens eyes, their lights seemingly taking on the forms of smears of blue, the red being almost invisible against the setting sunset.

The words to describe this situation were “hot pursuit”. Its not a situation INT-SEC Inspector Sarvin Thompson was overly fond of at present, his coffee having died an ugly death on his lap after sitting precariously balanced between his knees some 8 minutes ago due to a close call with a 30 ton articulated lorry loaded with instant deep fried bananas. They ran, they always run he thought grimly banking his somewhat battered Mark.8 Ranger around the stuttering mass of an overloaded filthy green garbage collector.

It had been a fairly uneventful day most of it spent with a visit to take an interview from an insurance companies internal auditors wife. The woman had been as dreary as her husbands job sounded, her spouse however had embezzled a little over 80,000 rungs over a period of 4 years possibly to fund a foreign information gathering network for corporate espionage, a tough feat to do in a data agent saturated environment but not exactly a case Sarvin felt his talents were fully used by. He still felt better for doing the interview in person, for all that the gadgetry of emotional analysis he still had an unreasonable belief in his gut feelings, it had served him well enough in the past. He had finished his report and was eating the somewhat sad lettuce and onion sandwich which made up his dinner in Sector 4 from a Smarty Happy Mini Mart auto outlet when the Whitewater had darted past, his coffee rocking out of his grasp and giving him more than enough reason to assist with the chase. This little shindig had apparently from the disturbing cascade of reports sidling through his incoming data stream started in an apartment complex hub building in Sector 3. From the brief details the nice vehicle in fronts occupants had shot the hell out of the apartment complex supervisors residence with Wreath guns, a favourite of the dock gangs, the thick meshes of High explosive string they launched having turned it and the surrounding apartments into a charnel house. They had then driven what the analysis agent was giving a 93% of being a SCAPA industrial cutting tool through one of the unfortunates spinal cords. Multiple homicide was not something the M1PD tolerated with ease nor did it like heavy weapons fire in an uptown habitation district and so what should have been a metropolitan problem was now also Sarvins and Internal Securities. This however didn’t look like the work of a gang, it was the wrong part of the city and the wrong pattern, if one of the gangs wanted a hit they made a point of making it clean outside there territory. This Sarvin thought as he watched the Whitewater scraped past a school transport was definitely not “there” territory if it had been a city from an earlier period this would be suburbia and this rampant use of weapons was a far cry from the ordinary criminal world that the uptown areas of Megacity one tended to experience. Sarvin arced the Ranger through a Taxi put down ramp, his wake scattering trash from a poorly designed bin, the roar of the Rangers twin Verdion 300 horsepower wenkel rotary engines drowning out his radio as he kicked the car into high gear, reverberating across the lanes of traffic between the monolithic faces of the buildings like a demented pin ball as the police lights hidden behind the air intake flashed on.

The Whitewater was dancing, the heavily modified and tuned engines and foam tires making a mockery of the police’s units feeble attempts at caltrop deployment, its driver taking it closer and closer to lighter traffic, daring the police units to miss which with a harpoon set to stop the 3 tons of speeding Whitewater which would crumple a normal vehicle like a poorly made tin can. Suddenly they were out of the “sunny suburbs” the accommodation towers and the tiered levels dropping away nearly a kilometre straight down as they passed over sector wall and diving down and into the outright maze of an industrial sectors insane pipe work. A voice crackled over the com “This is control I have definite weapons going hot on suspect” the characteristic police drone pilot nasal twang identifying itself almost immediately. Sarvin blinked in disbelief, were they suicidal with police drones in pursuit? If push came to shove the police remote pilot could always frag the cycle and the whitewater. Suddenly there was a flat blast of noise as the Rangers sonic baffles struggled to dampen. Sarvin knew that noise, but it couldn’t be, as he rounded the bend though and saw the shattered glass on the roadway and the rising fireball it was quite evident to him at least what had just occurred, dancing hands on the wheel as he dodged the crater and the shrapnel imbedded into the road he caught sight of the close pursuit force, three of the drones was simply gone another was still tumbling with half its body missing towards a warehouse. Gang members rarely even had the weapons to scratch a police unit much less destroy it and only one rocket in Sarvins memory sounded like that. Mayhem broke out on the coms strings of swearing and the voices of controllers trying to calm the pursuers down. One scream above them all, the agonised sound of one of the officers who had been hit by shrapnel saying over and over again “SMECKIN VENDETTA” in reference to the 90mm compressed gas low infra red signature clip fed launcher system that had just belched a blast bomb tipped rocket into the middle of the road before it echoed away to nothing as the com controller squelched the signal. Something more important however was flashing on Sarvins com screen and as much as the chase always drew him he slowed, merged into the normal traffic and watched as the heavy pursuit vehicles trundled on into the distance.


It was a small derelict warehousing module decades disused, its windows smashed it lay on a brown field site in the midst of a vast sprawling heavy industry mess, to close to primary materials processing to be of any value in delicate modern manufacturing, too far from the massive freight lines and far too small to be converted for use. Its janitorial staff were long gone, the simple minded utility drones purchased as an interim solution had broken down, there ability to clean floors, glass and replace the odd light bulb showing its lack as whatever well of funds that had kept them in repair and window cleaner having dried up, there mechanical forms lay draped shabbily in a blue plastic tarpaulin in one corner. The stretches of illuminating neon strips were stained with filth and cobwebs there power long ago turned off, the pitiful amount of power generated by its ageing passive roofing fed into the grid. The warehouses only illumination was now from its narrow windows jagged lines of light giving eldritch form to the mundane items within. The stench of slowly rotting cardboard lay thick in the humid hot air emanating from a selection of leaking crates scattered across the floor the smell reminiscent of a thousand decomposing carpets. In one corner the only hot blooded inhabitant lay creeping along a ledge, its ears and whiskers bristling at the noise.

Four men brutishly shoved back the warehouse door, its ancient caster like wheels screeching along a metal shod groove in the floor long lacking in lubricant as the Ranger swung in. They wore tattered gang land enforcers clothes, a dozen garish insignia sewn into their scruffy stained puffy black jackets, the thermal insulation removed and replaced with kevlar. In this city the gangs had found sub contracting a cost effective method of keeping hired muscle. Power in the criminal hierarchy of the big meg didn’t depend on how big your stick was, merely how much damage it could do. A single illegally altered combat drone could take down a hundred street side thugs. This did not mean that sometimes the human touch wasn’t needed. This rare touch was provided by an almost organised guild of thugs. These however didn’t look right. The clothes looked wrong, out of place and ill fitting on well built well fed bodies that moved like predators, eyes constantly scanning their surrounds even as they bantered. These were a long cry from gang land enforcers and their banter revealed a disgust with the warehouse that on occasion gave them away. A real gang land enforcer would have immediately noticed the disused high bandwidth universal data port in one corner and wouldn’t have given a damn about the smell. Details too were wrong, the bulges beneath there jackets were incorrect in form, not the long bulk of a wreath gun but the thin neat forms of corporate needle guns. The sound of wheels on cracked plascrete paving as the Ranger came to a stop and Sarvin exited . The men spent a few moments moving yellow barrel sized canister and dragging it over to the centre of the warehouse. One of them a thickset bald mans head emerges from the van and screames at them to be careful as the barrel is almost dropped on his foot. Sarvin visibly winces. On his left ear wrapping itself around half of his faces contours the smooth black form of a real time high bandwidth com link sits like a flattened robotic crab, a slick corporate logo barely visible along one side. The screeching closing of the door once more dropped the warehouse into silence and Sarvin and the ranger disappear from site as the floor drops away on well greased hydraulic ramps.

The rat moved up to this new part of its homes landscape. Thin and sickly it was the last of its brood, the rest long gone or dead when the workers had left. New smells emanated from the canister, the stench of the men’s aftershave and anti persperant, the smells of meals on there breaths all now filled the warehouse and a new smell, the cold hard smell of ozone rolling out of the cylinder in waves as unbeknownst to the rodent xenon gas flooded the air. The rat moved closer its scurrying form brushing one of the cylinders bolts with its whiskers. It smelled something it had not smelled in years, something that it longed for, cooked meat. It didn’t have time to feel the pain as its body became engulfed in a blue white incandescent electrical flash as the warehouse’s interior was sterilised.

A few hours later Sarvin left the building in a similar way to how he had entered, on his passenger seat a wads of print outs and optic discs with neatly typed bar-coded inscriptions covered in dire warnings should the contents ever fall out of his hands. In one corner of a report lay, a paper clip attaching a dull photo filled with eyes, glowing red eyes.

Zukariaa']OOC-Go ahead. I don't advise sending a bunch of unknowledgable Kubrans into a warzone that includes Kraven.. OOC: I don't either, but it's jolly good fun.

IC: Once again, a rusty old freighter bobbed about through the waters of a familiar nation. Once again, poor Kubrans trying to escape a life of poverty ran from the nation, trying to gain riches from the misfortune of others. Leaky boats were thrown into the water, their holes covered with corks and tampons. Men in them ost ragged of clothes slide down ropes into thee boats and were off onto their journey.

OOC: I don't either, but it's jolly good fun.

IC: Once again, a rusty old freighter bobbed about through the waters of a familiar nation. Once again, poor Kubrans trying to escape a life of poverty ran from the nation, trying to gain riches from the misfortune of others. Leaky boats were thrown into the water, their holes covered with corks and tampons. Men in them ost ragged of clothes slide down ropes into thee boats and were off onto their journey.

OOC: Vivid description, tampons. Haha.

Again, the Sunfish docked, a new port. A new country.

The men came off the boat in Stadet, guarded by marines/naval officers. "Where is Emperor Christia-" He took his coat off. "Damn Errikan weather." The three leaders stood waiting for the welcoming commitee.

OOC: Where in Errikland did you dock?

OOC: Where in Errikland did you dock?
OOC: umm...where is a coastal city?

OOC: umm...where is a coastal city?

OOC: There is a horribly outdated map in my sig. It should be good, though.

OOC: There is a horribly outdated map in my sig. It should be good, though.

OOC: doesn't list cities, i guess ill dock at the most eastern place

OOC: doesn't list cities, i guess ill dock at the most eastern place

OOC: Okay.

They were greeted by a small group of Errikan officials. They told them that they would be escorted to a train, which would take them to Sadet.

They arrived at Stadet, all overly hot. The three men began to take off the layers of clothing they had on, while the soldiers that accompanied them were forced to stay clothed. Strenivus was wearing his wife-beater shirt and shorts, Brutavius a shirt and shorts, and Arius was just wearing a pair of shorts and a white shirt.

"Where do we go..." Arius asked.

They arrived at Stadet, all overly hot. The three men began to take off the layers of clothing they had on, while the soldiers that accompanied them were forced to stay clothed. Strenivus was wearing his wife-beater shirt and shorts, Brutavius a shirt and shorts, and Arius was just wearing a pair of shorts and a white shirt.

"Where do we go..." Arius asked.

By this time, quite a few of the citizens had gathered to see these mysterious foreigners. When they began stripping, there was a mixed effect. Errikland was very conservative, and this was not a common occurance.

"Right this way," a government official, unabated by the change in attire, said. He led them to a limo, escorted by an armed escort, which would take them to the Capital.

The men the leaders had brought marched behind the limo in military style (OOC: Think of marching Soviets. :P) until they reached the capital. "Crank up the aye-see, boy. What, is it ike 60 degrees here?"

The men the leaders had brought marched behind the limo in military style (OOC: Think of marching Soviets. :P) until they reached the capital. "Crank up the aye-see, boy. What, is it ike 60 degrees here?"

"75."

Strenivus spoke. "I want some ice cream, it is hot here." He made a sad face, while Arius smacked him.

"You'll get ice cream later. Now drive, driver."

Strenivus spoke. "I want some ice cream, it is hot here." He made a sad face, while Arius smacked him.

"You'll get ice cream later. Now drive, driver."

"Of course."

The driver drove the car to the Capital, where they began unloading.

"My God it is overly warm here." Arius said while running to the shade.

"Now what do we do?" Clay asked, what WERE they doing here?

"I want ice cream~" Strenivus happily said.

"You're not getting ice cream, damnit!"

Emperor Christian had arrived back from the Middle Eastern Campaign after the victories in Kuwait the previous week, and had little time with his family before hearing of the events in Zukariaa. Now he was in the capital to greet the fleeing leaders.

When Corrol arrived, Emperor Christian quickly moved to greet his ally.

"Hello, Commander Corrol. It is good to finally meet you," he said in a very polite and pleasant tone, reaching to shake his hand.

"My God it is overly warm here." Arius said while running to the shade.

"Now what do we do?" Clay asked, what WERE they doing here?

"I want ice cream~" Strenivus happily said.

"You're not getting ice cream, damnit!"

"We do have ice cream inside," their guide said, motioning for them to follow him inside.

The three men went inside, Strenivus wanting ice cream. "Damnit, I want ice cream! I was told there was ic-" Arius stabbed him with a tranquilizer.

"Trust me, he's better off like this." Arius spoke as the giant began to fall asleep. "So, do you have a room as to where my men and I can stay? And perhaps some clothes that fit the environment..."

The three men went inside, Strenivus wanting ice cream. "Damnit, I want ice cream! I was told there was ic-" Arius stabbed him with a tranquilizer.

"Trust me, he's better off like this." Arius spoke as the giant began to fall asleep. "So, do you have a room as to where my men and I can stay? And perhaps some clothes that fit the environment..."

"Of course," he slipped away, and a female official adressed them.

"Your quarters shall be this way, sirs."

Emperor Christian had arrived back from the Middle Eastern Campaign after the victories in Kuwait the previous week, and had little time with his family before hearing of the events in Zukariaa. Now he was in the capital to greet the fleeing leaders.

When Corrol arrived, Emperor Christian quickly moved to greet his ally.

"Hello, Commander Corrol. It is good to finally meet you," he said in a very polite and pleasant tone, reaching to shake his hand.
Corrol looked down at the extended hand for a moment, before slowly reaching for it and shaking it. He wasn't used to such a gesture.

"The feeling is mutual." he said. He didn't seem to make any effort to seem 'pleasant' or 'polite',"Let's move along.."

Zukariaa']Corrol looked down at the extended hand for a moment, before slowly reaching for it and shaking it. He wasn't used to such a gesture.

"The feeling is mutual." he said. He didn't seem to make any effort to seem 'pleasant' or 'polite',"Let's move along.."

"Of course," the Emperor said, leading the Supreme Commander to another room.

OOC: Okay, from now on, all this crap with the leaders in Errikland will take place here: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=11427312#post11427312

OOC: So hwo is the weather? Cold as a russion winter? As hot as a kitten in the microwave?

OOC: So hwo is the weather? Cold as a russion winter? As hot as a kitten in the microwave?
It has gotten warmer since the Civil War. 'Tis like in the -30's now.

Zukariaa']It has gotten warmer since the Civil War. 'Tis like in the -30's now. OOC: Better break out the sun-tan lotion (warning, may freeze in cold weather).

IC: The boats had got as far ad the ice, then the fellows disembarked from their boats. The ice was thin, men had to crawl over the ice in order to stay alive. Even then it chilled them to their bones. They didn't know whether or not they had reached the shore, it was too snowy to make out the ground. Still, the looters continued forwards in hopes of a better life.

Of course, the first thing they would meet was a,"What the hell do you think your doing?!"

Up on the top of a hill was a machine gun emplacement inside a trench. The machine gun stuck out through a pile of sandbags. The soldier manning it stood up, waving for them to come forward.
Again, it looks as if a war thread will become about Kubrans in Zukariaa.. what happened to the other ones? The war ended before they did anything. XD

OOC: Nothing? What happened?

Zukariaa']Of course, the first thing they would meet was a,"What the hell do you think your doing?!"

Up on the top of a hill was a machine gun emplacement inside a trench. The machine gun stuck out through a pile of sandbags. The soldier manning it stood up, waving for them to come forward.
Again, it looks as if a war thread will become about Kubrans in Zukariaa.. what happened to the other ones? The war ended before they did anything. XD OOC: Uh, let's say they found a roll of cash in the snow and took a boat home and got jobs as crime scene investigators. Yea, let's go with that.

IC: The blood quickly drained form the faces of the men, having just been caught. However, one of them conconcted a simple lie. "It was horrible", a strangely short man exclaimed, running forward. He had melted snow in his eyes to resemble tears. "Our ship was on it's way carrying valuable cargo, but we hit an icebeg", he said as dramatically as he could. " We only just escaped from the ship, but so many valued men were lost", thne he faked sobs.

OOC; this man has never taken an acting class, let alone acted.