NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Please, bear with me through this.

IC: Let me spin you a tale of Irate Moas. They had every ingredient of a fascinating story.

A large tropical island, rich in iron and tobacco, and not much else. An opressive government, that outlawed any number of things. A small, fabulously wealthy upper class. A huge, dirt poor, working class. All the elements of a revolution. Only... one thing was missing.

A leader. Someone to speak revolutionary rhetoric with a fierce, charasmatic touch. Someone to whip the uneducated masses into a violent frenzy. Someone who truly believed in the revolution.

Johnny Iron had grown up in a steel working factory town. His father beat his mother, and then was killed by the secret police on suspicion of harboring revolutionary ideals when Johnny was four. His mother doted on him.

After his father's murder by the Secret Police, Johnny had to start work. He did odd jobs for the factory overseers, (the only ones with any money in the town) from a young age. The overseers frequently refused to pay him, and beat him when he demanded his wages.

Johnny's second life changing experience occured when he was thirteen. A man, carrying a copy of the book 'Protocols of the Revolution' written by a socialist revolutionary several decades earlier, pressed the book into his hands before being captured by the secret police. Johnny read the books, and became possessed with a revolutionary fervor. But, remembering his father and the man who had given him the books, he concealed it from everyone.

At the age of twenty, he met Max Thompson, who he fell in love with. Unfortunately for Johnny, homosexual relationships, among other things, were forbidden by the government. Max was siezed after a previous dalliance of his betrayed him under torture. Max, presumably, died before revealing Johnny, as Johnny was never siezed.

After that, Johnny threw caution to the wind- almost. He was careful never to get caught, but started gradually contacting like minded revolutionaries.

Finally, five months ago, he acted. The Popular Comitee for Glorious Revolution siezed the munitions producing town of Koalan, and armed themselves to the teeth. Following almost three months of clashes the Popular Comitee, a large portion of the military deserted, and, in a violent coup, routed the rest of the army. They then placed themselves under Johnny Iron's command. Within a week, Johnny was advancing on the capital.

There he was stalled. The Secret Police held the Popular Comitee at bay for two months. But Johnny Iron was not idle. He built up a huge armor and air force, finally storming into the capital by force.

And that's where our story truly begins.
***
Johnny Iron peered out the window. A sniper blew the beret off of his head. He jerked his head back in. "Sniper," he reported to the men with him. "Fairly good one too. Third window from the left, fifth story. Let Carl know."

The radio man nodded, and muttered something into his radio set. A few seconds later there was another shot, this one from three stories up, and two rooms to the left of Johnny.

The radio cackled, "Got him," reported Carl.

Johnny grinned. "Like I said, fairly good, but nothing like our Golden Boy. Let's move out."

As always, Johnny was the first out of the door, and the one who yelled "Down!" when the machine gun nests guarding the nearby barricade opened up. A moment later a tank rumbled up, the machine gun doing little against it's armor. As Johnny and the squad whooped, it demolished the nests one at a time. When the last one stopped firing, Johnny stood up.

"All right," he said, "That's the last barrier between us and the Big House. Let's show those bastards in government what we think of them!"

The squad howled agreement. Not that it was as easy as that, even with the tank clearing a path. Once they reached the Big House, as the seat of government was known, the Secret Police made a desperate last stand. Room to room they fought. In the reception area to the main office, a sandbagged machine gun nest had been set up, and all but Johnny and two others died.

And then the last of the Secret Police fell. Johnny kicked in the door to the main office, where the onetime president cowered behind his desk.

“‘Ello, mate.” Said Johnny calmly. “We’ve come to have a talk with you about your policies.”
***
Johnny stood in a small room, with a pistol in his hand, as the camera started rolling. “Ladies and gents of Irate Moas, and the world,” he said, “The following content may disturb some people. Viewer discretion is advised and that bullshit.”

He pointed to one of the men who knelt before him, arms and legs chained together. “This used to be the President of Irate Moas. Conservative estimates are that he killed over three million men, women, and children while he was in office. He’s been tried and convicted of crimes against humanity, and crimes against the Revolution. The sentence is death.” He fired, and the back of the President’s head exploded. The President fell forward, and Johnny continued to the next man.

“This man’s face is somewhat less well known, as he didn’t erect statues of himself and slap it on currency. He headed the Secret Police. He was the man responsible for making most of those three million deaths happen. For crimes against humanity and the Revolution, he has been sentenced to death.”

Another shot, and the head of the Secret Police fell forward.

“This man was the President’s head scientist. That means he was in charge of testing his new weapons. On live subjects.”

A third shot. And so it continued, every important member of the now fallen government, lined up and executed in front of the cameras.

“Now then,” said Johnny, “Now that that’s out of the way, we’ll be happy to exchange embassies with any suitably progressive nation.”

OOC: Tag...you have my attention.

President Moltke pressed the stop button on the digital video recorder on the television that played the transmission from Irate Moas and slammed the remote down on his desk, "Progressive my hide, they're nothing but psychotics!" He said with anger behind his voice, he turned to General Krist Von Mann, Chairman of the Joint Chiefs, "What can we do about this troublesome nation?"

"We could easily isolate them from the outside world, blockade their waters and airspace until they quiet down," Suggested the general as he took a seat in one of the leather chairs in the president's office, "Or we could conduct strike missions against their infrastructure, send them back to the bronze age."

Moltke nodded to the suggestions, "It may be best to conduct strike missions, as they are less expensive and time consuming than deploying forces for a blockade. What do we have in the area?"

Von Mann looked through a number of papers sitting in a manilla file folder before producing a page and reading from it, "The closest asset would be the Europa Carrier Battle Group, they could be diverted and in position within thirty six hours."

"All right, make it so," Said the president as he dismissed the general and returned to his desk work.

To: The Leader of the Rebels
From: King Andrew Nellis I

I wish to converse with you directly over the phone concerning the situtation. I am leading my way into this conflict as neutral, but I would like to speak with you. Please responsd a.s.a.p.

Official Communique By The Soviet Foreign Ministry Of The Iron Curtain Of The USSR Of The Pan-Soviet Union regarding revolution in Irate Moas:

I have been instructed by Soviet Premier Comrade Vladimir Kuschev of The Iron Curtain Of The USSR Of The Pan-Soviet Union to pass on The Iron Curtain Of The USSR Of The Pan-Soviet Union's congratulations to the people of Irate Moas on their revolution!

The Iron Curtain Of The USSR Of The Pan-Soviet Union officialy recognises this revolution and it's intention as a representation of the people of Irate Moas, and thus recognises any new government formed by the revolutionary peoples, and will be happy to start diplomatic relations in time.

In Solidarity,

Soviet Foreign Minister Tanya Pavlov,
Of
The Iron Curtain Of The USSR Of The Pan-Soviet Union


OOC: Aequatio, take it easy on Irate Moas, he is a new nation, and that is what NationStates needs.

I'm not saying you do it, but Superlymassivelyuber nations invading and annexing and destroying new nations of around 5 million is killing the game, and I think it's deterring new nations who could be skilled at creating and enjoyable RP from RPing.

Besides, Irate Moas made a good OP RP. You don't see that around often.

Johnny Iron strained, and, with the help of the other man, helped lift the beam off of the struggling woman. "Relax. You're in the hands of the Revolutionary Intern Government. Someone get this woman some medical attention!"

Two stretcherbearers took the woman away to the closest functioning hospital, as an aide ran up to Johnny Iron. "Sir, we've recieved two replies." He handed Iron the telegrams. Johnny quickly scanned them.
***
Official Reply from the Revolutionary Intern Government to the The Soviet Foreign Ministry Of The Iron Curtain Of The USSR Of The Pan-Soviet Union

We thank you heartily for your recognition. We will be happy to exchange embassies soon, however, at the moment, the capital is still in the process of being rebuilt. We will contact you as soon as embassies are available.
***
For the second reply, Iron returned to his new office. The luxurious armchair that the dead president had favored was gone, replaced, on Johnny's instructions with a plain metal folding chair. As soon as the necessary men weren't needed for the aid efforts in the city, he planned to get rid of the mahogany desk as well.

For now, it stayed, and his phone rested upon it. Johnny dialed, and then told the person on the other end, "This is Johnny Iron of the Irate Moas Revolutionary Intern Government. I'm told that someone wants a word with me."

OOC: Actually, I lost interest in invading him after I posted. Consider my previous post retracted.

Johnny Iron strained, and, with the help of the other man, helped lift the beam off of the struggling woman. "Relax. You're in the hands of the Revolutionary Intern Government. Someone get this woman some medical attention!"

Two stretcherbearers took the woman away to the closest functioning hospital, as an aide ran up to Johnny Iron. "Sir, we've recieved two replies." He handed Iron the telegrams. Johnny quickly scanned them.
***
Official Reply from the Revolutionary Intern Government to the The Soviet Foreign Ministry Of The Iron Curtain Of The USSR Of The Pan-Soviet Union

We thank you heartily for your recognition. We will be happy to exchange embassies soon, however, at the moment, the capital is still in the process of being rebuilt. We will contact you as soon as embassies are available.
***
For the second reply, Iron returned to his new office. The luxurious armchair that the dead president had favored was gone, replaced, on Johnny's instructions with a plain metal folding chair. As soon as the necessary men weren't needed for the aid efforts in the city, he planned to get rid of the mahogany desk as well.

For now, it stayed, and his phone rested upon it. Johnny dialed, and then told the person on the other end, "This is Johnny Iron of the Irate Moas Revolutionary Intern Government. I'm told that someone wants a word with me."

"Sire. Johnny Iron is on the phone." said King Nellis' secretary.

"Ah. Patch him through...Hello. This is King Andrew Nellis I. Thank you for calling me back. I had heard about your revolution and wanted to speak you concerning the future of your nation. What do you plan to do?"

"Sire. Johnny Iron is on the phone." said King Nellis' secretary.

"Ah. Patch him through...Hello. This is King Andrew Nellis I. Thank you for calling me back. I had heard about your revolution and wanted to speak you concerning the future of your nation. What do you plan to do?"

"At the moment we haven't got much of a plan," admitted Johnny. "We've set up an intern government, and we're working on cleaning up the mess we made of the capital going in. After that? We'll make sure everyone has food, and healthcare, and a place to live. That's why we're here after all."

"At the moment we haven't got much of a plan," admitted Johnny. "We've set up an intern government, and we're working on cleaning up the mess we made of the capital going in. After that? We'll make sure everyone has food, and healthcare, and a place to live. That's why we're here after all."

Well I am glad to hear that you will taking care of your population. Do you need anything? Food, building, blankets, etc...?

- King Nellis

Johnny sighed. He hated asking anyone for help. But... the people came first, before his pride. "Anything you can spare really. Food, mostly. Weather's always pretty mild here, so building isn't as much a priority as getting everyone fed. Medical supplies too."

Johnny sighed. He hated asking anyone for help. But... the people came first, before his pride. "Anything you can spare really. Food, mostly. Weather's always pretty mild here, so building isn't as much a priority as getting everyone fed. Medical supplies too."

I will be sending enough rations to feed the vast majority of your population and I continue sending shipments until your country has rebounded. I will send medical supplies as well as some five of my medical teams to assist. They should arrive in about 36 hours via Cargo planes. I would also like to discuss placing a real government into your nation. Have you given any thought to democracy. Allowing your people to have a real say in the government.

- King Nellis

***
Official Reply from the Revolutionary Intern Government to the The Soviet Foreign Ministry Of The Iron Curtain Of The USSR Of The Pan-Soviet Union

We thank you heartily for your recognition. We will be happy to exchange embassies soon, however, at the moment, the capital is still in the process of being rebuilt. We will contact you as soon as embassies are available.



Official Communique By The Soviet Foreign Ministry Of The Iron Curtain Of The USSR Of The Pan-Soviet Union to the Revolutionary Intern Government Of Irate Moas:

The Iron Curtain Of The USSR Of The Pan-Soviet Union understands, and congratulates your priority on reconstruction of lives and buildings.

Should you need Medical or other aid and supplies, we can provide it to you, Comrades.

In Solidarity,

Soviet Foreign Minister Tanya Pavlov,
Of
The Iron Curtain Of The USSR Of The Pan-Soviet Union



OOC: Actually, I lost interest in invading him after I posted. Consider my previous post retracted.

OOC: Okay, will do.

"Well, the irony of having democracy suggested to me by a monarch aside, yes, that is among the solutions that are being considered. Hold on for a moment please."

He read the telegram that the aid handed him, and rapidly scribbled down a response.
***
Official Reply from the Revolutionary Intern Government to the The Soviet Foreign Ministry Of The Iron Curtain Of The USSR Of The Pan-Soviet Union

Thank you for your offer. The nation of Nellisland has pledged to send food, but we are still short of medical supplies.

"Well, the irony of having democracy suggested to me by a monarch aside, yes, that is among the solutions that are being considered. Hold on for a moment please."

He read the telegram that the aid handed him, and rapidly scribbled down a response.
***
Official Reply from the Revolutionary Intern Government to the The Soviet Foreign Ministry Of The Iron Curtain Of The USSR Of The Pan-Soviet Union

Thank you for your offer. The nation of Nellisland has pledged to send food, but we are still short of medical supplies.

I actually have a system of democracy implemented in my nation. The people elect a President and council members based on where they live. I am the third addition to the checks system. All governmental decisions must have a yes vote by at least two of checks. Understand?

- King Nellis

I actually have a system of democracy implemented in my nation. The people elect a President and council members based on where they live. I am the third addition to the checks system All decision but have a yes vote by at two of checks. Understand?

- King Nellis

Johnny took his hand off the phone and put it back up to his ear. "Sorry, what was that?" He asked.

About then the shots outside the building started. "Sorry, king person, I'll call you back," he said, and hung up the phone. He picked his pistol up and glanced out the window. Several men in secret police uniforms had killed the two guards at the door and were in the process of forcing the hastily reinforced door open.

"It's gonna be one fo those days," he sighed, firing at one of them.

"...and so far we have had very little trouble on the streets following the curfew's announcement-"

A knock on the office door interrupted the Captain of the Revolutionary Militia in his report on gaining control of one of the southern districts of the Capital city. Kit Sharpe let his stare leave the Captain, much to the man's relief, and centre on the door as it opened.

The structure of government was still very tenuous. The only thing maintaining order with the new Status Quo was the Revolutionary Militia; semi-trained armed thugs who had made up the majority of the National Communist Party's membership base during the years planning up to the revolution. Now, alongside seceeding military units of the former Army, they were policing the streets, keeping the peace...and keeping the government running.

The person at the door was a young Private in the militia, who meekly entered the room under the gaze of his Supreme Commander. He approached the desk and stood stiffly to attention, saluting with a hand containing a sheet of paper in an absurd fashion. "Sir!" he barked.

Sharpe eyed the man for a few moments longer than the Private felt comfortable. "Yes?" the former Englishman eventually said.

The Private stepped forward, placing the message on the table and returning to stiff attention. "Sir! This typed report was transmitted to the Foreign Office regarding a televised revolution, shortly before we took the building."

Sharpe took up the paper and spent a few moments reading it. His mind ticked like a steel clockwork device. 'I wonder...'

He gave it back to the Private, and then began writing a response. He then gave that also to the young man and, unexpectedly, smiled. "Take these to the men at the Foreign Office and get them to transmit this in response."

The Private saluted sharply, and turned for the door. Sharpe's eyes watched the man's figure leaving the room with a slight smile on his face, and turned back to the Militia Captain.

"How are the dissident lists progressing?"

---

Official Message from the People's Republic of Rooshda

I personally congratulate Mr. Iron on his successful overthrowing of the bourgueosie elements of his country. We too have only just overthrown the shackles of an oppressive system and set the People free under a National Communist system.

I would like to request the possibility of a telephone conversation with you at a later time to discuss further relations between our two fledgling nations, so that we might grow in strength and standing together.

Kit Sharpe
Secretary-General of the National Communist Party, Supreme Commander of the Revolutionary Militia

OOC: I have to travel from work now, but if you would like to actually plan a proper meeting between our two national leaders or RP a telephone conversation later on, let me know.

OOC: That'd be great. Although my revolutionaries seem to be a little more sincer than yours.

"Er...ah...um...damn.

- King Nellis

To: Johnny Iron
From: King Nellis

What happened?

About half an hour later, Johnny picked up the phone and dialed again. When the phone was picked up he said, "I'm sorry about that. Assassination attempt. You know how it is. What were you saying about democracy?"

King Nellis, feeling that it would be unwise to ship supplies to Irate Moas without some sort of defense has changed the transportation to naval. Three large-grade supply ships will arrive in Irate Moas in 72 hours. They will be accompanied by five U.S.N. Battleships, that will also house the medical teams, one air craft carrier, and 1,000 Nellisland troops to make sure the supplies arrive properly.

- Statement Released to the Press

About half an hour later, Johnny picked up the phone and dialed again. When the phone was picked up he said, "I'm sorry about that. Assassination attempt. You know how it is. What were you saying about democracy?"

Well, I wouldn't know about assassination. I have a pretty peaceful nation, but I get what’s going on. As you may have heard I have changed the way supplies will be arriving and the like in order to better secure everything.

Back to Democracy, we have an usual system in Nellisland designed to please the old traditionalists as well as institute modern governmental policies. I would split your nation into Provinces, and setting up a House of Council of some sort. Then have them elect a President, Prime Minister, etc... That is a basic outline, but the decision is yours to make.

- King Nellis

"That's perfectly understandable, but I'm going to have to ask you to keep the majority of the troops on the boat. There's bad feeling towards any uniforms that aren't ours at the moment, and I don't want any of your men's deaths on my concious."

"That's perfectly understandable, but I'm going to have to ask you to keep the majority of the troops on the boat. There's bad feeling towards any uniforms that aren't ours at the moment, and I don't want any of your men's deaths on my concious."

The vast majority will, but if things do get out of hand they may be deployed in order to keep the calm. The most important thing is getting those supplies to the people who need them. Once your people see we are here to help there will be no problems.

So, how about Democracy?

- King Nellisland

"I can't make any promises for a timetable right now. The situation is too uneasy. It could blow up any time. Buy I'll keep you informed."

"I can't make any promises for a timetable right now. The situation is too uneasy. It could blow up any time. Buy I'll keep you informed."

Would you like a peacekeeping force? I can offer you that much.

- King Nellis

"No! We just threw off a government. The last thing this situation needs is a foreign government maintaining a heavy presence here. I'm sure your intentions were honorable, but that's just as likely to blow up the situation as it is to help."

"No! We just threw off a government. The last thing this situation needs is a foreign government maintaining a heavy presence here. I'm sure your intentions were honorable, but that's just as likely to blow up the situation as it is to help."

That is fine. I will not interfere with the soverignty of another nation. But the offer is there.

- King Nellis

"All right. Nice talking to you. I've got to go now. Work to do."

Johnny hung up. "God, I hate diplomacy," he said to no one in particular, and left to start help clearing rubble again.

"All right. Nice talking to you. I've got to go now. Work to do."

Johnny hung up. "God, I hate diplomacy," he said to no one in particular, and left to start help clearing rubble again.

Bye.

King Nellis hung up the phone and though, "There is something about that guy I don't quite like."

OOC: Is it okay if I fast forward to my shipments arriving?

Bye.

King Nellis hung up the phone and though, "There is something about that guy I don't quite like."

OOC: Is it okay if I fast forward to my shipments arriving?

OOC: Yeah.

Three days had past since King Nellis has issued the order to send supplies to the newly revolutionized nation of Irate Moas.

The ships deployed were:

Three Cargo Ships - Full of Ready to Eat Rations, Bottles of clean water, blankets, lamps, clothing (of several sizes), various basic medical supplies and batteries.

Five Battleships:

The USN William I
The USN William II
The USN Andrew I
The USN Michael IV
The USN Armor

Each battleship carried a medical team that would help if needed. As well as 200 soldiers each. All fully equiped and ready should the issue arise.

One top of all that twenty other agents had been assigned to the ships. There job was to blend in with the population and do some intel work. King Nellis wanted to make sure his supplies were being properly used.

The ships arrived and a telegram was sent:

To: The Leadership of Irate Moas
From: Admiral Harris of the USN Armor

We are carrying supplies and medical personal from the nation of Nellisland. Permission to dock, unload, and get to work.

"Permission is granted. Glad to have you here. We'll meet you at the docks."

Johnny Iron himself had come to the docks to meet the transports. He was a big man, about six foot six, and with the type of muscles that only came from a lifetime of hard work. He was wearing a workshirt and a pair of overalls, and waited on the docks with his arms crossed. A pistol, as always, hung by his side.

"It's a pleasure to meet you." said the Admiral as he stepped off his vessel. "I suppose I should get these supplies going. I am alerting you that we have 1,000 troops aboard the ships, but only 200 will be coming with for protection."

Iron stood for a moment, staring at the admiral. Finally he nodded. "I have trucks waiting. Do you need any help unloading?" He asked. "We haven't made any arrangement for the transport of your troops, though. Didn't know how many you'd be bringing."

"We have enough SUVs on board to carry our men and supplies. Just lead the way."

***
Official Reply from the Revolutionary Intern Government to the The Soviet Foreign Ministry Of The Iron Curtain Of The USSR Of The Pan-Soviet Union

Thank you for your offer. The nation of Nellisland has pledged to send food, but we are still short of medical supplies.

Secret IC to Irate Moas:

Official Communique from the desk of Soviet Premier Comrade Vladimir Kuschev of The Iron Curtain Of The USSR Of The Pan-Soviet Union:


Greetings Comrade,

Following a meeting of The Politburo here in The Kremlin, it has been universally agreed to send you medical supplies as soon as possible.

As you read this, 10 Medical supply ships equipped with medicine, blankets, beds and field hospitals for simple and serious medical procedures are being sent to you for your people's medical needs, to either be staffed by your own medical staff or that of The Red Navy, Air Force and Army.

Escorting this is a deployment of our Red Navy so as to see to it the shipment gets to you and your people safely.

A word of caution comrade, we get word a convoy of ships from Nellisland is heading your way offering help.

Remain on alert, their reasons may not be that of a good intention.

In Solidarity,

Comrade Kuschev

Supreme Soviet Premier Comrade V. Kuschev,
Of The Iron Curtain Of The USSR Of The Pan-Soviet Union.

Secret IC:

The Red Navy Deployment to Irate Moas was commanded by Soviet Rear Admiral Georgi Badanov, a jolly seadog of a comrade and veteran of the campaign to crush the capitalist rebels in The Marxist State, aboard his usual assigned vessel, The Red Navy Carrier Zhukov. The Red Navy Deployment in total consisted of:

10 Medical Supply Ships carrying medicine, blankets, beds, and field hospitals with operating theatres.

Protecting this as a precaution was 5 Dreadnaughts (Stalingrad, Leningrad, Kursk, Moscow, Kharkov) 8 carriers, sixteen guided missile cruisers, sixteen guided missile destroyers,
8 frigates, 16 attack submarines, and
8 combined ammunition, oiler, and supply ships.

OOC: Fast forward a bit.

Secret IC to Irate Moas

The Medical ships began to dock at the specified dock arranged at Irate Moas, although the Red Navy itself took turns to dock, rather than all dock, so a number of the deployment at any time was on the lookout for danger.

Soviet Rear Admiral Georgi Badanov was aboard his docked vessel, The Red Navy Carrier Zhukvov, taking in the scale of destruction created during the war by the people of Irate Moas against the repression that had oppressed them for so long.

A slope was launched onto the dock for him to walk down, and so he descended, a big man, 6ft 5 by conservative guesses, and a good weight he carried too, a formiddable looking character with his bushy and wildly tangled Black beard, but with it a friendly and easygoing personality whose passion for his fellow man and indeed beast knew no bounds.

He wore Black trousers and old boots, white socks, a Blue wolly pullover, and atop his head, his Soviet Rear Admiral's hat.

He stopped halfway down the slope, breathing in with old pleasure the smell of docks mixed in with the salty air that clung over the sea, and he now waited patiently and with courtesy, for him and the Red Navy Deployment under his command to receive permission to disembark and help.

Admiral Harris directed his men to unload the food unto the Irate Moas trucks, and about thirty of them follow on their own trucks. Other members where sent to make sure the area was secure and to unload the medical supplies. The medical teams awaited orders from the Irate Moas government.

OOC: Considering he labeled it secret IC, there's a pretty good chance that he didn't dock right next to you. I've got more than one port town, you know?

IC: "Pan Soviet ships, permission to dock and unload supplies. We've got some trucks waiting."
***
Johnny Iron explained to Harris, "The supplies will be taken to a central distribution unit, which we've set up in the capital, it being about the center of the country. A fair amount will remain in the capital, as it's the largest city, and was the hardest hit by the fighting. The rest will be distributed according to need throughout Irate Moas. I've been given to understand that you want someone to provide oversight, to ensure that the supplies are correctly administered, at least to begin with, yes?"

OOC: Considering he labeled it secret IC, there's a pretty good chance that he didn't dock right next to you. I've got more than one port town, you know?

IC: "Pan Soviet ships, permission to dock and unload supplies. We've got some trucks waiting."
***
Johnny Iron explained to Harris, "The supplies will be taken to a central distribution unit, which we've set up in the capital, it being about the center of the country. A fair amount will remain in the capital, as it's the largest city, and was the hardest hit by the fighting. The rest will be distributed according to need throughout Irate Moas. I've been given to understand that you want someone to provide oversight, to ensure that the supplies are correctly administered, at least to begin with, yes?"

"Yes. I've been ordered to maintain my presence here as long as we are sending supplies. King Nellis has also asked to send an ambassador to help you set up a new government within this nation. I am to request this personally"

"Yes. I've been ordered to maintain my presence here as long as we are sending supplies. King Nellis has also asked to send an ambassador to help you set up a new government within this nation. I am to request this personally"

"By your presence, do you mean you yourself, or that your men are going to remain on Irate Moasian soil? That latter being the case, I'm rather afraid that I'm going to have to ask you to stop sending supplies. As for your latter request, at this point I am sorry to inform you that I have to deny it. As I told you, the situation is still too voilatile to begin talks about setting up a permanant government. You will, however, be kept informed."

"By your presence, do you mean you yourself, or that your men are going to remain on Irate Moasian soil? That latter being the case, I'm rather afraid that I'm going to have to ask you to stop sending supplies. As for your latter request, at this point I am sorry to inform you that I have to deny it. As I told you, the situation is still too voilatile to begin talks about setting up a permanant government. You will, however, be kept informed."

We mean only a small amount of troops will remain with any supplies that we ship. The King does not want his resources mishandled. This request is not that unreasonable. Your people need supplies, we have supplies, and we are willing to give them but not without some small presence with them. It won't be more than 200 soldiers and they will be housed on the ships, fed on the ships, and will only leave when transporting supplies or protecting medical teams.

"No more than one hundred armed men off of the ships at any one time. That includes medical personnel, drivers, and soldiers. It's also non negotiable."

"No more than one hundred armed men off of the ships at any one time. That includes medical personnel, drivers, and soldiers. It's also non negotiable."

"The medical personal alone equal one hundred people. Listen, your people need medical attention and food. If you really care about your citizens then you will allow this small force in. We...er...I want to help you and your people, but we need to have the right personal to do it properly. It would be irresponsible to do otherwise. Prove to your people why you are a better leader than the ones you just overthrew."

"The medical personal alone equal one hundred people. Listen, your people need medical attention and food. If you really care about your citizens then you will allow this small force in. We...er...I want to help you and your people, but we need to have the right personal to do it properly. It would be irresponsible to do otherwise. Prove to your people why you are a better leader than the ones you just overthrew."

"My people know that I am a better leader than the desposts that I overthrew! If they did not know that, I would not be in power. The people put me in power. Don't delude yourself otherwise. In any case, as I said, one hundred armed people. What need is there for medical personnel to carry weapons?"

"My people know that I am a better leader than the desposts that I overthrew! If they did not know that, I would not be in power. The people put me in power. Don't delude yourself otherwise. In any case, as I said, one hundred armed people. What need is there for medical personnel to carry weapons?"

So I am allowed to have unarmed men and women come off. They will not count, am I correct?

So I am allowed to have unarmed men and women come off. They will not count, am I correct?

"Correct. Hell, they can even bring knives. But only one hundred armed personnel at any time. As I said in the beginning."

Johnny Iron wouldn't have lived through the revolution if he hadn't had trigger reflexes. So, as soon as he heard somewhat shout 'Die!' he tackled the Admiral to the ground, and the bullet whizzed above him. He drew his pistol and began firing at the source of the gunfire. But the sniper was gone.

"Sorry about that," he said, climbing to his feet and dusting himself off before offering a hand to the Admiral.

"Correct. Hell, they can even bring knives. But only one hundred armed personnel at any time. As I said in the beginning."

Johnny Iron wouldn't have lived through the revolution if he hadn't had trigger reflexes. So, as soon as he heard somewhat shout 'Die!' he tackled the Admiral to the ground, and the bullet whizzed above him. He drew his pistol and began firing at the source of the gunfire. But the sniper was gone.

"Sorry about that," he said, climbing to his feet and dusting himself off before offering a hand to the Admiral.

"Holy shit!" thought the Admiral as he crashed to the ground. "That could have been my head."

"Thank you for saving me. Good reflexes, but that is why we need to have more personal to protect those who have to come through. I will make a compromise, one hundred and fifty armed men, and they will not stay a minute later than they have to."

"Holy shit!" thought the Admiral as he crashed to the ground. "That could have been my head."

"Thank you for saving me. Good reflexes, but that is why we need to have more personal to protect those who have to come through. I will make a compromise, one hundred and fifty armed men, and they will not stay a minute later than they have to."

"What, that? Nah, don't worry about that. Your men shouldn't be in any danger. It's mostly my head they're gunning for, and the heroes of The Revolution. One hundred ten."

"What, that? Nah, don't worry about that. Your men shouldn't be in any danger. It's mostly my head they're gunning for, and the heroes of The Revolution. One hundred ten."

"I will contact my superiors and get back to you."

The Admiral walked up the ramp back unto his job, and dialed the number of the King...after what seemed to be a heated conversation the Admiral stepped back down and said:

"We are good to go, but the other troops will stay here on the ships. So lets get to work."

"I'm glad to hear it. I've got a car a little ways off. I'll lead you to the distribution hub."

"I'm glad to hear it. I've got a car a little ways off. I'll lead you to the distribution hub."

The Admiral nodded in agreement and motioned his men to come along. However, just as King Nellis had warned the Admiral, there was something about his guy he didn't like.

OOC: Fast forward to the distribution hub.

IC: Johnny Iron climbed out of his small car and nodded at the large granite building, which largely resembled a fortress.

"That was the main telecommunications center during the opressive regime. They destroyed a lot of the outgoing lines when they realized they weren't going to win, but enough of it is still intact to make it useful for processing requests. It's also sturdy enough to prevent what's left of the Secret Police from making raids on it."

OOC: Fast forward to the distribution hub.

IC: Johnny Iron climbed out of his small car and nodded at the large granite building, which largely resembled a fortress.

"That was the main telecommunications center during the opressive regime. They destroyed a lot of the outgoing lines when they realized they weren't going to win, but enough of it is still intact to make it useful for processing requests. It's also sturdy enough to prevent what's left of the Secret Police from making raids on it."

"Alright. Could you outline areas need help the most? Also, are there any areas without heating and light? Because we could have some personal try to set it back up."

"Alright. Could you outline areas need help the most? Also, are there any areas without heating and light? Because we could have some personal try to set it back up."

"Not many, besides the capital itself. This is where the fighting's been for the last couple months. As I said, what we mostly need is what we don't produce ourselves right now. And that's food and medicine." He strode up to the main door, which was essentially a slab of concrete on hinges. "Oy! Open up!" He called, and the door did. "The place that need's food the most would be the southern provinces. The secret police burned what fields there were when they pulled out. Matter of fact, it's the southern provinces that are putting the strain on the rest of us."

"Not many, besides the capital itself. This is where the fighting's been for the last couple months. As I said, what we mostly need is what we don't produce ourselves right now. And that's food and medicine." He strode up to the main door, which was essentially a slab of concrete on hinges. "Oy! Open up!" He called, and the door did. "The place that need's food the most would be the southern provinces. The secret police burned what fields there were when they pulled out. Matter of fact, it's the southern provinces that are putting the strain on the rest of us."

"Okay. You direct us and we will take it."

OOC: Hey, I thought of an idea where whats left of the Secret Police takes over the compound and Johnny and the Admiral are trapped inside trying to escape/re-take it.

OOC: Not a bad idea actually.

IC: Several hours ago:

Bob Smith glanced up. The trucks from the northern provinces were early. That made for a pleasant change. The code was transmitted, and Bob grabbed ahold of his handle and pulled. The concrete door slowly swung open.

The trucks drove through. Almost immediately Bob realized something was wrong. The trucks had been recently painted red. Painting was anything but a priority these days.

And from the back, where the supplies were supposed be, emerged instead men in the once feared uniform of the Secret Police. Bob drew his sidearm, but the Secret Police were already shooting. Bob was hit in the shoulder and the leg, and fell hard. The last of the Secret Police to emerge from the trucks strode over to Bob. As far as Bob could tell, he was the only one, besides the Secret Police, in the courtyard who had not died in the initial hail of bullets.

The man placed his foot on Bob's neck. Bob gasped for air. "I want a full sweep of the compound, neutralize any resistance, and do it quickly. Iron will be here in a few hours, and I want to be ready for him."

He glanced down at Bob, and then lifted his foot and slammed it down again.
***
Now: Johnny strode into the courtyard. As soon as the Admiral entered, the concrete door was pushed shut. Johnny swung around, raising his pistol. The Secret Police who had pushed the door shut went for their weapons, but Johnny was already firing. One, two, three, four, five, six. Johnny turned to the admiral.

"Fuck." He said, calmly, reloading his pistol.

The Admiral ordered his men to fire at will, and drew a pistol himself. It had been so long since he had seen real combat he questioned if he could handle this at all.

"They must have taken the compound." He yelled ducking behind a truck that had been flipped over. "How the hell did they get in here..."

His voice was cut off when bullet knocked his cap off his head.

"Fuckin' snipers. Johnny watch out! We need to find a way outta here!"

OOC: How many of your men are there here? Oh, and just for the record, they came in from the south.

Johnny grabbed an AK-47 from one of the dead Secret Police. "Yeah? Only problem is they've remote sealed the exit." He pointed to the heavy iron bolts, and then started firing at the sniper. "The control room is in the center of the complex. On the other hand, there's a small entrance on the west side of the complex."

OOC: About fifty to start equiped with MX8's and body armor. Ten drivers (I'll just say the died) and about 5 medical workers. Oh...do you want to make a map of the complex...I'll do it if you dont want to.

IC:

"Shit! We got to find that rem..." The Admiral rolled out of the way as another bullet nearly struck him. He fired his pistol and managed to hit the sniper in the arm. However the damage had been done, all of the drivers were dead as well thirty of his men. The medical team, which luckily none had died, was tending to ten wounded soldiers. Leaving only ten non-wounder or dead soldiers.

"Men find cover! Now!" The Admiral grapped his radio and hit the button, "This is Admiral Harris, we are under attack inside of the compound. If you can hear this send back up as soon as possible..." All Admiral heard has static. "Johnny, we need to find a way inside!

OOC: I'll have it done shortly.

OOC: I'll have it done shortly.

OOC: Sweet.

Okay. Black is the outer wall, green is the control room, red marks the boundry of the courtyard, yellow is the main enterance, blue the not main.

Onboard The USN Armor outside Irate Moas waters:

"Chhhh...This is...Chhhh...compound...BANG!...send...Chhhh...possible...

Sub-Admiral Frist played the tape back and forth hoping to figure out what the hell happened.

"Can we trace the signal?" said Frist.

"We can't get a lock on it. There is some sort of intereference. I'll keep trying though."

"Damn." Thought Frist. I would send troops but I don't have the authority. "Call the King. I need to report!"

Iron dove out from behind the truck and rolled as he hit the ground. The first shot missed him, and he came up firing, before sprinting to the door on the far side.

"Huh. Bastards didn't lock it!" He called, "Come on, what are you waiting for?"

The Admiral followed Iron's lead yelling, "Men! Stay back and defend the wounded and unarmed! We will get the remote."

Harris dove to dodge the bullets flying at him. He was glad his training was still with him. As he ran he grabbed two MX8s off the ground from two of his dead soldiers.

"Johnny! Take this!" he said as he tossed him one of the weapons.

Telegram for the Proud People Of Irate Moas

The Socialist Republic of Montegrande congratulates the people of Irate Moas and recognizes the revolution. The montegrandeans wishes to offer medical supplies, food and another kind of help for the reconstruction of the country. Also, is the nation wish to exchange embassies once the reconstruction task is complete.
Long live the revolution!

Pedro Riquelme, Minister of Foreign Affairs from the Socialist Republic of Montegrande

Johnny caught it. He then shoved open the door. Two Secret Police waited inside. Johnny hurridly gunned them down. "Well, that's just about my allotment of luck for the day," he said, picking up several grenades as he went. "Let's go." He took a few steps forward, and then stopped. "Bloody hell," he said, pointing to the wire strung across the coridoor, "Careful as you go." He stepped over it, and kept walking.

Johnny caught it. He then shoved open the door. Two Secret Police waited inside. Johnny hurridly gunned them down. "Well, that's just about my allotment of luck for the day," he said, picking up several grenades as he went. "Let's go." He took a few steps forward, and then stopped. "Bloody hell," he said, pointing to the wire strung across the coridoor, "Careful as you go." He stepped over it, and kept walking.

"Your the boss. Lead the way. A secret police agent kicked open the door behind them. The Admiral flipped around and shot him down. "Shit. I'm gonna close that door. Is there a lock?"

OOC: My nation acronym is now PRIM. ;p

IC: "Used to be. Looks like it got broken in the fighting though. Watch your step there." He pointed to another tripwire strung across the hallway and stepped over it. The hallway ended here.

"Guard point," sighed Johnny, checking his weapons. "There's one every so often in case of invasion. I have no clue how many Secret Police there are in here, so there may or may not be a garrison in there."

He opened the thick steel door a small bit, and then slammed it shut again as a machine gun opened up.

"Yep. At least one man manning the machine gun emplacement in there. Any suggestions."

"Well. You picked up those grenades didn't you? We could chuck one in there and hope that luck of ours keeps up."

Meanwhile:

Sub-Admiral Frist had been given the order to stay where they were. King Nellis didn't want to rush in without knowing what was going on.

Johnny shrugged. "Well, the only bit sticking out appeared to be the barrel. If I had to guess, I'd say they were watching us by camera. Although, I think one of these is a smoke grenade..."

He opened the door a crack, and tossed in the smoke grenade. He dove through the door, and fired into the machine gun groove with his AK-47. A moment later, his stuck his head through the door. "It's okay. We're good."

"Good. said Harris as he walked in backwards, making sure no one was behind them. "I'm going to give my radio a shot again'"

The Admiral picked it up and spoke into it saying "...Hello...this is Admiral Harris of the USN Armor. Can any one hear me?...

"...Admira...chhh...this is Frist...where..chhh....what...breaking..."

Admiral lost the signal, "Damn it! Well looks like we aren't getting any back up anytime soon. What are we...Get Down!"

Johnny threw himself to the ground as the Admiral yelled. "What?" He asked?

Bang, shot the Admirals gun at the man who burst through the door. The S.P. agents fell to the ground, but not without take a shot at the Admiral which struck him in the left arm.

"Shit!" Proclaimed the Admiral as he checked the wound. It only grazed him so he would be fine. "Nothing a little bandage won't fix." He reached into his pocket and cut himself a bandage wrap, covereing the wound.

"You alright, no broken bones?" asked the Admiral as he reached out his hand.

OOC: Considering he labeled it secret IC, there's a pretty good chance that he didn't dock right next to you. I've got more than one port town, you know?

OOC: Correct. Because of The Kremlin's mistrust of a nation headed by a King, it was decided The Red Navy Deployment would dock some way away from Nellisland, in case of spies.

Thus, we don't know about the warehouse gunbattle you and Nellisland are in, (unless you want me to know and help...perhaps a Red Air Force designated air strike on a troublesome target? A Red Navy Marine Deployment? I'm quite happy to let you two carry on alone if you are though.)

Just to let you and Nellisland know, I'm enjoying the Admiral-Johnny Iron partnership and gunbattle. Good stuff.


IC: "Pan Soviet ships, permission to dock and unload supplies. We've got some trucks waiting."
***

Soviet Rear Admiral Georgi Badanov roared heartily to his men aboard his ship The Red Navy Carrier Zhukov, and then onto the secure radio line through to the other ships in The Red Navy Deployment under his command:

"Alright Comrades! Comrade Badanov speaking! We have permission to dock and unload supplies! Our host comrades have trucks ready to load onto! Let us not waste time! Onwards, my glorious comrades!"

Some of the Red Navy Deployment had already docked, including Badanov's Zhukov, finding that as the docks were damaged by the war, docking itself was a ginger and technical operation indeed.

Other Red Navy ships of the deployment stayed out to sea, covering the docked ships from danger of attack.

The medical supplies were quickly now being offloaded and put on the trucks, thanks to the help of many hands making light work, and Soviet Rear Admiral Georgi Badanov was in the midst of it, taking his share of the work as hard as anyone else, if not harder, conversing in broken English with the Irate Moas Revolutionaries as he did so, such a friendly chap was he.

OOC: I am considering getting involved in this thread. I was wondering can I send troops and supplies to the Secret Police Resistance Forces?

OOC: Correct. Because of The Kremlin's mistrust of a nation headed by a King, it was decided The Red Navy Deployment would dock some way away from Nellisland, in case of spies.

Thus, we don't know about the warehouse gunbattle you and Nellisland are in, (unless you want me to know and help...perhaps a Red Air Force designated air strike on a troublesome target? A Red Navy Marine Deployment? I'm quite happy to let you two carry on alone if you are though.)

Just to let you and Nellisland know, I'm enjoying the Admiral-Johnny Iron partnership and gunbattle. Good stuff.



Soviet Rear Admiral Georgi Badanov roared heartily to his men aboard his ship The Red Navy Carrier Zhukov, and then onto the secure radio line through to the other ships in The Red Navy Deployment under his command:

"Alright Comrades! Comrade Badanov speaking! We have permission to dock and unload supplies! Our host comrades have trucks ready to load onto! Let us not waste time! Onwards, my glorious comrades!"

Some of the Red Navy Deployment had already docked, including Badanov's Zhukov, finding that as the docks were damaged by the war, docking itself was a ginger and technical operation indeed.

Other Red Navy ships of the deployment stayed out to sea, covering the docked ships from danger of attack.

The medical supplies were quickly now being offloaded and put on the trucks, thanks to the help of many hands making light work, and Soviet Rear Admiral Georgi Badanov was in the midst of it, taking his share of the work as hard as anyone else, if not harder, conversing in broken English with the Irate Moas Revolutionaries as he did so, such a friendly chap was he.

OOC: Thanks. I am glad you enjoy it!

OOC: I am considering getting involved in this thread. I was wondering can I send troops and supplies to the Secret Police Resistance Forces?

OOC: Well, you'd have to figure out some way to get in contact with them first, and some way to get supplies to them without being noticed, but those problems aside, go for it.

IC: Iron stood up, without the Admiral's help. "My bones don't break that easily, Admiral. I'd be more worried about that wound of yours. When we have time."

He walked to the opposite door. "One more coridor, and another security room, and then we're at the control-" He stopped. "Bloody hell. The door's locked. Check the other door."

So, how about Democracy?

- King Nellisland

From Consul Ushio, of Gunkoku
The Great State of Gunkoku offers support in anyway it can, however this matter of democracy is troubling. If I may, I would like to suggest a Consulate goverment which will I believe be better for your people. If you would like I could detail the system more fully.

OOC: Thanks. I am glad you enjoy it!

OOC: No problem! Keep it up.

From Consul Ushio, of Gunkoku
The Great State of Gunkoku offers support in anyway it can, however this matter of democracy is troubling. If I may, I would like to suggest a Consulate goverment which will I believe be better for your people. If you would like I could detail the system more fully.

Official Communique from The Foreign Affairs Office of the Revolutionary Intern Government of PRIM.

We are of course keeping an open mind, and would indeed like for you to detail the system more fully.

From Consul Ushio, of Gunkoku
The Great State of Gunkoku offers support in anyway it can, however this matter of democracy is troubling. If I may, I would like to suggest a Consulate goverment which will I believe be better for your people. If you would like I could detail the system more fully.

OOC: You wouldn't have been able to hear that. That would some sort of god-modding.

OOC: Oh...my lord...the forums have been quite bad to me this last two days...sorry.

"Alright." said the Admiral while he cautiously approached the door. "Damn. It's locked too. Check that guard and see if he has a key or something."

OOC: You wouldn't have been able to hear that. That would some sort of god-modding.

OOC: In theory, considering I'm still putting my nation together, he could, in theory, have tapped my end of the line.

A woman stuck her head into the King's office and said, "Sire. You have another call from the U.S.N. Armor. It is Sub-Admiral Frist. Do you want me to patch it threw."

"Go ahead Daine."

"Sire, it's Jessica."

"Oh. I'm sorry. I'll remember it next time, I promise."

"Sire, this is Sub-Admiral Frist of the U.S.N. Armor. I am calling you to report on the situation in P.R.I.M."

"Please tell me you have some good news?"

"Well, the city we are currently in has been quiet. No outbreak of violence or anything. The resistance seems to have a good lock-down on this area, but we still have trouble with Admiral Harris."

"Have you heard from him at all?"

"We recieved some broken up transmissions, but still couldn't make out anything except for gunfire. We have four senarios for what happened; one, they were attacked by Secret Police; two, the Secret Police stormed the compound; three, the Secret Police already had hold of the compound; or four, Johnny turned on us."

"I don't believe they turned us, thats for sure. But I am not ruling it out. The best bet is that they took the compound. I would order soldiers in, but I can not breach P.R.I.M.'s wishes. I can only hope for the best right now."

"So you just want us to wait while our men might be dying!?"

"I don't want to, but yes. However, if you haven't heard anything in two hours send a small fifty man squad to find them. Alright?"

"Yes, sire."

OOC: In theory, considering I'm still putting my nation together, he could, in theory, have tapped my end of the line.

OOC: Yeah but still...he wouldn't admit to that though...

Meanwhile, outside the complex:

Bullets rained down on what remained of the Nellisland military force. One medical worker, who had put on body armor and grabbed a gun, no drivers, and two soldiers were battling for their lives. The three of them had no idea how many Secret Police there was, but knew they were outnumbered.

"Where was the Admiral?" They all thought.

OOC: Yeah but still...he wouldn't admit to that though...

OOC: The other option is that he has agents in my country, and has picked up on the fact that one of the options we're considering is democracy, and the quote is just incidental. But whatever.

IC: Johnny shook his head. "They don't do keys here. The doors are locked from the control room by key code. Unless you've got some C-4 on you, we're going to have to wait for them to come to us. In the mean time..." he opened the door to the machine gun nest. "If you wouldn't mind?" He gestured, "That will at least give us an edge."

Meanwhile, outside the complex:

Bullets rained down on what remained of the Nellisland military force. One medical worker, who had put on body armor and grabbed a gun, no drivers, and two soldiers were battling for their lives. The three of them had no idea how many Secret Police there was, but knew they were outnumbered.

"Where was the Admiral?" They all thought.

"Attention foreigners," said a Secret Policeman, "Lay down your weapons and you will be left alive. We have no quarrel with you, we only want Iron. I repeat, lay down your weapons now, and you will be left alive." He repeated this in German, Russian, French, and Spanish.

OOC: I'm intrested in this. i may join as the situation continues.

"Attention foreigners," said a Secret Policeman, "Lay down your weapons and you will be left alive. We have no quarrel with you, we only want Iron. I repeat, lay down your weapons now, and you will be left alive." He repeated this in German, Russian, French, and Spanish.

"Screw this." Thought the reigning officer. He grabbed a grenade, threw it to where the voice came from, and shouted, "Choke on this!"

All the men followed suit, and threw grenades.

"Open fire men!"

OOC: The other option is that he has agents in my country, and has picked up on the fact that one of the options we're considering is democracy, and the quote is just incidental. But whatever.

IC: Johnny shook his head. "They don't do keys here. The doors are locked from the control room by key code. Unless you've got some C-4 on you, we're going to have to wait for them to come to us. In the mean time..." he opened the door to the machine gun nest. "If you wouldn't mind?" He gestured, "That will at least give us an edge."

"Damn, all I have are grenades and even if we combine them they won't crack open the door. But I wouldn't mind refilling my ammo here..."

The Admiral walked over to the nest and began refueling his stock.

"Sweet. I guess we will just have to wait. Why don't you cover that door and I'll cover the other."

OOC: Irate Moas!!! Where are you!!!

OOC: Sorry.

IC: Johnny nodded. "On the other hand, if you give me up, odds are they'll let you go, rather than risk a diplomatic incident with your admittedly more powerful nation."

He grinned, "What do you think about that?"

OOC: Sorry.

IC: Johnny nodded. "On the other hand, if you give me up, odds are they'll let you go, rather than risk a diplomatic incident with your admittedly more powerful nation."

He grinned, "What do you think about that?"

Harris shook his head. "Johnny, you are the only real hope for these people. I respect how much you are willing to lose for them. I don't know why you do it, but god damn it I like it. I am sticking with you until we get the hell out of here. Besides, they have killed my men and I'd call that an act of war. Wouldn't you?"

Transmission from the Glorious Republic of Leafanistan

We've heard of your Revolution, and would like to inform you that our second revolution is complete.

We wish to help you. Something is wrong with Nellisland. Did you know that his major political parties have threatened certain revolutionary parties. Only interference from other revolutionary allies have stopped them.

We want you to take their aid, and then leave them behind.

Accept our aid, we can provide over $10 billion US in food, medical and infrastructure aid.

Our storefront sells instant town, military bases, various other kits, that will help rebuild. We can even give you a 50% emergency discount.

Premier Sandra O'Toole
The Glorious Repulic of Leafanistan

[END\

Transmission from the Glorious Republic of Leafanistan

We've heard of your Revolution, and would like to inform you that our second revolution is complete.

We wish to help you. Something is wrong with Nellisland. Did you know that his major political parties have threatened certain revolutionary parties. Only interference from other revolutionary allies have stopped them.

We want you to take their aid, and then leave them behind.

Accept our aid, we can provide over $10 billion US in food, medical and infrastructure aid.

Our storefront sells instant town, military bases, various other kits, that will help rebuild. We can even give you a 50% emergency discount.

Premier Sandra O'Toole
The Glorious Repulic of Leafanistan

[END\

OOC: I'm going to RP that I have interecpted this cause I'm keeping close tabs on this nation since I got people in it.

IC:

The USN requests to know what Leafanistan is referring to?

OOC: Bump...for dramatic effect.

OOC: Sorry for the delay. School and all that.

IC: We thank Leafinistan for their kind words, but at this point, Nellisland has given us no reason to mistrust them. We would be happy to accept aid, as long as it does not carry the condition of refusing further aid from Nellisland.

OOC: Sorry for the delay. School and all that.

IC: We thank Leafinistan for their kind words, but at this point, Nellisland has given us no reason to mistrust them. We would be happy to accept aid, as long as it does not carry the condition of refusing further aid from Nellisland.

OOC:; I thought you'd left me...now to continue the drama!!!

Harris shook his head. "Johnny, you are the only real hope for these people. I respect how much you are willing to lose for them. I don't know why you do it, but god damn it I like it. I am sticking with you until we get the hell out of here. Besides, they have killed my men and I'd call that an act of war. Wouldn't you?"

"Not really. As you may have noticed, we haven't really advertised your presence. As far as they were concerned, they were opening fire on my men. That said, it's more than enough for you to start a war, but not really an act of war in itself. As for your question, it's really just a matter of what I like to call perpetual catastrophe curve. That is to say, I started this as a matter of revenge, and found myself in charge, and at the moment I'm moving from one near catastrophe to the next in more or less perpetual free fall. But this is a conversation for another time. There are at least five men approaching your door.

"Not really. As you may have noticed, we haven't really advertised your presence. As far as they were concerned, they were opening fire on my men. That said, it's more than enough for you to start a war, but not really an act of war in itself. As for your question, it's really just a matter of what I like to call perpetual catastrophe curve. That is to say, I started this as a matter of revenge, and found myself in charge, and at the moment I'm moving from one near catastrophe to the next in more or less perpetual free fall. But this is a conversation for another time. There are at least five men approaching your door.

"Well I'm not letting them take you." Harris said defiantly. He took his gun and made sure it was ready. "Lets get these bastards."

"Well I'm not letting them take you." Harris said defiantly. He took his gun and made sure it was ready. "Lets get these bastards."

Johnny shrugged and leveled his gun at the door. "You sure you don't want to man the machine gun now?" He asked, scavenging a fresh clip from the dead man who had previously been manning the selfsame gun.

Johnny shrugged and leveled his gun at the door. "You sure you don't want to man the machine gun now?" He asked, scavenging a fresh clip from the dead man who had previously been manning the selfsame gun.

Harris, who clearly wasn't thinking, walked over and manned the machine gun. He made sure it was okay, and felt really stupid.

Harris, who clearly wasn't thinking, walked over and manned the machine gun. He made sure it was okay, and felt really stupid.

Johnny smiled reassuringly, "Don't worry about it. Worry about the men coming to kill us, and getting through the door before they shut it again."

About that time the door swung open and Johnny started shooting.

Harris followed suit and fired his machine gun into the crowd of men.