NationStates Jolt Archive

On a Continent far, far away in an as of yet, somehow unexplored part of the world, Trouble was brewing. For centuries, Dogs and cats evolved, slowly, without the presence of man. Ages came, and ages went, and always, there were minor border skirmishes, but nothing like what was going to happen, though both sides were fully prepared for it.

Citadel of the Dogs, Ancient city of Woof...

People walked along corriders, children played. The occasional idiot would chase its own tail. However, in the private residense of The President, Lord Sabrewulf, a grand Cathedral Organ could be heard.

Inside, at the organ sat the president, His lineage was Wolf. He had silver fur, and one eye missing from a skirmish three years ago. That Skirmish left him scarred, physicly, with his eye missing, and a scar running over his eye socket, and mentally and emotionally, for in that sirmish, he lost his beloved wife and only child.

Before the skirmish, he was as friendly as a president and leader could be, but after he lost it all, he locked himself in his room 31 days, niether eating, nor drinking. When he came out, he never again showed any emotion. No outward sign of caring. Some said he was insane.

He sat at the Organ playing a Threnody.

"General Wolfen, is the long range Missle Ready?" Sabrewulf asked.

"Yes Lord excellency." Wolfen replied. Wolfen was also of wolf descent. He was older, and his hair was white. He usually killed anyone that approached him from his right side, so no one did, at least not without calling out first. This was because he was blind on that side. Wolfen wore an Olve Green uniform, decorated with several medals. his rank was displayed proudly on his right chest.

"We are, using the Golden Fang Missle, right?" Sabrewulf asked.

"Yes Sire." Wolfen said.

"Good. Dusk approaches. Let us see the cats off to bed properly. Any word the ships of the Human civilizations?" Sabrewulf asked.

"None Sire. After The Felines are Exterminated, they will be easy Prey to sneak attack." Wolfen said.

"Dismissed General." Sabrewulf said.

Wolfen walked out the door.

"They will all pay. First the Felines for taking her, then Human Civilization. If I have to be alone, then as The Creator as my witness, By damn the whole world shall be alone." Sabrewulf said.

As Dusk settled upon the continent A missle launched from the city. It flew over land, and struck The Feline Capital.

Sabrewulf played a Threnody in his private residental suite in the Citadel for his wife, for his daughter, for the fallen victims on both sides.


OOC:Missle actually a Tomahawk Cruise missle.
based upon OOC thread here:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=497476
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This is the Map we are using, as agreed upon by the two cats, and myself:

http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y211/Kazecistan/Anthro_Map.jpg

From the dawn of time feline society had been wary of the dogs, but in recent years tensions had been rising and a cold war developing. Fighting broke out sporadically along the boarder, yes, but those were matches in a land of ice. The war had been and would have continued cold for many years. The beginning of the Cold War Era was marked by feline militarization. They were a waring society, first and foremost. Each of their citizens worked, either providing for the military, in the military, or providing for the society's needs- ultimate allowing for the continuing of the military. Luxury was scarce, the cities were fortified, and drills permeated every day life. It was a socialist society, one massive bureaucracy bent on furthering and protecting itself, and all of life was designed to that end.

Radar picked up the missile with time to spare, but for all their drills they couldn't take it down in time. Sirens screamed throughout the land; officials and military scrambled to their posts while civilian's ran for shelters. It was clear that this was no drill by the sirens, which had a wailing hi-lo quality that seemed to last forever; in drills it was a quick series of sharp tones. A mammoth door struggled to open in the side of a cliff, it was well disguised from a distance but easily distinguishable from the rock face up close. Fighters exploded out from its mouth with lightning speed, breaking the sound barrier moments later. The crack-fighters raced to intercept the missile, arriving all too late to do anything but watch.

OOC: This is the first War, in which I don't control all sides that I've been in, so, forgive me if I've jumped the gun.

IC:

Lord Sabrewulf sent the following message to the Felines:

"Surrender now, Or I will be forced to destroy you. If you do not respond within 24 hours, I will destroy you anyway. We're watching you, so don't even think of launching a bomb at us. The 12 Naval Division will shoot it down."

Elsewhere....

A Dog and a Cat sat on a desert mountain, all anyone knew, was that they were camping. Their cities were not far from each other, and they were small cities, way out in the middle of nowhere, away from the hatred and suspicion of both sides. They were best friends, and little could change that.

"So, what's been goin on lately?" The Dog, spot, asked his friend.

OOC: Kazecistan, I thought of a way to end this in peace, which of course is my favorite ending. You control the cat of course, or Starnell can. These two start a movement, to unite the Dogs and cats in peace and brotherhood. As in real life, when a Dog and a Cat have lived with each other long enough, they get along and become friends. Why not do the same with two countries full of them. Otherwise, they can die in a fight, or be a backround secondary storyline.

OOC: I like that idea, I am willing to play the cat. I want him to have some fighting, but eventually realize that it is stupid, and try to bloodlessly as possible stop the war.

OOC: Well, until one of you posts something, my hands are tied.

ooc: Hey, sorry that post was cut short, I had a tragic scene planned where innocents would die a long bloody and painful death, but it got cut short by RL.

They'll make a good background story line, who's importance can be determined by the events of the RP. Mind you though, the main body of the cats are going to want lots of dog blood.

Oh, and the gun hasn't been jumped, it's your character's right to make such demands.

Ic:
The Dogs got their response, in far less than an hour too. The Dominion's time had come to dominate.

News bulletins were broadcast throughout the land, and all were aware of the situation. "The southerners have attacked, they hit the capital city with a missile killing numbers in the hundreds. We are going to war. All military personnel are required at their posts immediately. Our response will be swift and fierce. LONG LIVE THE FELINE RACE!"

the same hanger which had belched out the quick response fighters now sent fourth fifteen Cougar Strato-Bomber prides and their Black Leopard Fighter escorts, thirty prides of them. The massive air armada represented a huge amount of resources and ordinance. They shot high above the clouds at super sonic speed, which disrupted their stealth purpose but provided protection in its own.
"Where are we going again?" Hawk (or so his code name read) asked.
"We're hitting target 2, read your friggin HUD." eagle replied.
"I know, and our flight plan has been ingrained in us since we joined, I just like to mess with you. I do wonder however, why we aren't hitting the capitol."
"That's not our job. Our flight is only one of a few."
"It says here that the other two flights are hitting targets 3 and 4, no mention of the capitol."
A third voice jumped in to the conversation, it was that of Pride Leader. "The capitol is too heavily fortified for a first strike, they expect us there. Now it's time to rumble, so follow the cougar's in. Save your ordinance for defence." With that the bombers fell from their immense height to just barely below cloud level, having already dropped speed to stealth at the boarder. Targets in the city were quickly established by the electronics systems and coordinated between the planes. Smart bombs fell toward specific installations showered in decoys designed to confuse guidance systems. Communication, defence, government, or just really big, they hit hard. The city's infrastructure would wait, they only had ordinance for priority targets. One of the cougars in each pride carried a special load, the MOAB. Its ten tons of high explosives would decimate an area miles around if it made land in one piece. No effort was spared in the initial bombardment, their finest were sent out with their best to spill as much blood as possible.

ooc: Again I have to go, I'd like to have more in the post but I'll have to settle. This covers the important stuff.

The three targets attacked were cities, they've numbered them all starting at the boarder with one and ending at the far south east end with 8.

OOC: After some brief research on various military vehicles, I shall return with an appropriate response to your attack. Mainly because I don't think offering to share my delicious chewy bones with the cats will work.:D

ooc: I'll have you know (in this RP) I steal all of my weapons and systems ideas form reality, (watch a little too much military channel, I do), though seeing as it's NFT I enhance the effectiveness of the systems somewhat. It's all legit, though- I strive for that.

The chewy bones wouldn't do it, no. But bowing down might....