Whyatica
08-08-2006, 04:42
OOC:This is sort of a 'what if?' scenario. If MT Whyatica and PMT Whyatica ever went to war, who would win? PMT Whyatica being the Kraven Slave State with all of the resources available to Kraven Whyatica. This RP is alternate-universe, so it's not going to be an actual event in the history of MT Whyatica or Kraven Whyatica. Enjoy. -Why
Latest Kraven Whyatica Invasion Victim
Squadrons of Capitol Police marched down the main street of this latest victim to the Corporation, their jackboot heels clicking against thet old paved road. Massive Leman Russ tanks rolled throughout the suburbs, destroying 'targets of opportunity. The military had by-and-large surrendered to the invaders, except one area; the foreign embassies. While Kriegsmarines rushed across the urban and suburban areas of this city, obtaining 'strategic resources' to fuel the war machine, such as women, a Company of Kriegsmarine soldiers marched in formation to the foreign embassy district. There were dozens of embassies from nations that largely didn't matter for the purposes of this roleplay, except one; Whyatica.
The embassorial guards of these nations were separated by many things; language, cultural, racial, and other such things, but at the moment they were all united by one thing - the desire to survive. They made their last stand in the Whyatican embassy, which was the largest of any of the embassy buildings, and it even had a few light tanks for it's defense. The Kriegsmarines marched up to the front gates of the embassy district, and the Reichsmarshal said over his megaphone, "You will lay down your weapons and surrender to the Kraven Corporation immediately. Whyatican Kriegsmarines have this area surrounded. There will be no escape for you if you do not surrender. You have three minutes."
After hearing this, the Whyatican soldiers were taken slightly aback. Sergeant Major Harold Eggerston said, "What the fuck are they talking about? Our government would never side with the damn Kraven barbarians. They're trying to mess with our heads, fellows, and we won't let it get to us. Right?!"
The soldiers screamed "Right!" and set to their positions, the tank commanders entering their tanks and bracing the sights for the Kriegsmarines just outside the gate. The marines split into fireteams of 5, and one Marine read off the embassies off the main listing.
"Bigtopia, Aralonia...Whyatica? What?" he said.
"Must be a mistake, soldier. Read it again."
"Bigtopia, Aralonia, Whyatica."
"It must have been left over from when before the Assimilation. No matter. They will fall to our forces today. Call in a Leman, and begin the attack."
The marine saluted, and moved with his fireteam away from the gate, which was currently being prepared by a sapper team with lots of explosives. The marines signalled that they were done, and moved away from the gate as the reinforcements rolled up - 30 Capitol Police soldiers and a Leman Russ main battle tank.
A blast went off, sending a shockwave through the air, deafening any unprotected ears. As soon as the smoke cleared, dozens of Kriegsmarines rushed through the now-opened gate, shooting at anything available with their assault rifles. They would find, however, that the majority of their shots were deflected by the makeshift barricades, and their life would be made significantly shorter by their new friends, a pair of Whyatican light tanks. Tank rounds gutted marines as the tanks laid down covering fire for the guards, which held their triggers ready for the main attack. The Kraven Whyatica main attack soon came, as the massive Leman Russ main battle tank crashed through the remains of the gate, bracketing a Whyatican light tank with it's main gun. A shot rang out from the light tank, penetrating the armour but doing no damage to the innards of the Leman Russ. It fired back, penetrating all the layers of the light tank armour and killing the crew inside. A second light tank shot destroyed the Leman Russ, and machine-gun fire quickly mopped up any infantry survivors.
The Whyatican guards got up, searching for ID tags or anything like that on the Kriegsmarines. A man picked up a dogtag from a marine, and it said, "##19245F, Aziz Al-Qareen. Kraven Whyatica, Kriegsmarine Regiment 91."
He said, "Sarge, come and look at this."
The sergeant major looked at the dogtag intently, and other soldiers were finding similar things. He said, "Soldier. Get this to the High Command right now. We have to figure out what, exactly, Kraven Whyatica is.."
The soldier saluted, and rushed into the main embassatorial building, hoping to his $deity that the backup transmitters still worked.
And work they did. A fast transmission managed to escape the Kraven Whyatica net, before being jammed by a large radio jammer. The source was determined to be a threat by the Command in this area, and the source was to be destroyed by a bombing run as soon as possible.
The soldier ran back out into the fortified area and said, "Sarge, I think I got the transmission off, but I can't send or recieve anything anymore. The Kraven bastards have jammed us."
"That's fine, soldier. I think we have other things to worry about.." Sergeant Major Eggerston said as he saw the massive strategic bomber hovering overhead. Those would be the last words of his life as numerous thousand-pound bombs rained overhead, annihilating the last vestiges of the resistence in this nation.
That was the beginning of the Whyatican-Kraven Whyatica war.
Latest Kraven Whyatica Invasion Victim
Squadrons of Capitol Police marched down the main street of this latest victim to the Corporation, their jackboot heels clicking against thet old paved road. Massive Leman Russ tanks rolled throughout the suburbs, destroying 'targets of opportunity. The military had by-and-large surrendered to the invaders, except one area; the foreign embassies. While Kriegsmarines rushed across the urban and suburban areas of this city, obtaining 'strategic resources' to fuel the war machine, such as women, a Company of Kriegsmarine soldiers marched in formation to the foreign embassy district. There were dozens of embassies from nations that largely didn't matter for the purposes of this roleplay, except one; Whyatica.
The embassorial guards of these nations were separated by many things; language, cultural, racial, and other such things, but at the moment they were all united by one thing - the desire to survive. They made their last stand in the Whyatican embassy, which was the largest of any of the embassy buildings, and it even had a few light tanks for it's defense. The Kriegsmarines marched up to the front gates of the embassy district, and the Reichsmarshal said over his megaphone, "You will lay down your weapons and surrender to the Kraven Corporation immediately. Whyatican Kriegsmarines have this area surrounded. There will be no escape for you if you do not surrender. You have three minutes."
After hearing this, the Whyatican soldiers were taken slightly aback. Sergeant Major Harold Eggerston said, "What the fuck are they talking about? Our government would never side with the damn Kraven barbarians. They're trying to mess with our heads, fellows, and we won't let it get to us. Right?!"
The soldiers screamed "Right!" and set to their positions, the tank commanders entering their tanks and bracing the sights for the Kriegsmarines just outside the gate. The marines split into fireteams of 5, and one Marine read off the embassies off the main listing.
"Bigtopia, Aralonia...Whyatica? What?" he said.
"Must be a mistake, soldier. Read it again."
"Bigtopia, Aralonia, Whyatica."
"It must have been left over from when before the Assimilation. No matter. They will fall to our forces today. Call in a Leman, and begin the attack."
The marine saluted, and moved with his fireteam away from the gate, which was currently being prepared by a sapper team with lots of explosives. The marines signalled that they were done, and moved away from the gate as the reinforcements rolled up - 30 Capitol Police soldiers and a Leman Russ main battle tank.
A blast went off, sending a shockwave through the air, deafening any unprotected ears. As soon as the smoke cleared, dozens of Kriegsmarines rushed through the now-opened gate, shooting at anything available with their assault rifles. They would find, however, that the majority of their shots were deflected by the makeshift barricades, and their life would be made significantly shorter by their new friends, a pair of Whyatican light tanks. Tank rounds gutted marines as the tanks laid down covering fire for the guards, which held their triggers ready for the main attack. The Kraven Whyatica main attack soon came, as the massive Leman Russ main battle tank crashed through the remains of the gate, bracketing a Whyatican light tank with it's main gun. A shot rang out from the light tank, penetrating the armour but doing no damage to the innards of the Leman Russ. It fired back, penetrating all the layers of the light tank armour and killing the crew inside. A second light tank shot destroyed the Leman Russ, and machine-gun fire quickly mopped up any infantry survivors.
The Whyatican guards got up, searching for ID tags or anything like that on the Kriegsmarines. A man picked up a dogtag from a marine, and it said, "##19245F, Aziz Al-Qareen. Kraven Whyatica, Kriegsmarine Regiment 91."
He said, "Sarge, come and look at this."
The sergeant major looked at the dogtag intently, and other soldiers were finding similar things. He said, "Soldier. Get this to the High Command right now. We have to figure out what, exactly, Kraven Whyatica is.."
The soldier saluted, and rushed into the main embassatorial building, hoping to his $deity that the backup transmitters still worked.
And work they did. A fast transmission managed to escape the Kraven Whyatica net, before being jammed by a large radio jammer. The source was determined to be a threat by the Command in this area, and the source was to be destroyed by a bombing run as soon as possible.
The soldier ran back out into the fortified area and said, "Sarge, I think I got the transmission off, but I can't send or recieve anything anymore. The Kraven bastards have jammed us."
"That's fine, soldier. I think we have other things to worry about.." Sergeant Major Eggerston said as he saw the massive strategic bomber hovering overhead. Those would be the last words of his life as numerous thousand-pound bombs rained overhead, annihilating the last vestiges of the resistence in this nation.
That was the beginning of the Whyatican-Kraven Whyatica war.