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Aw Hellz Naw. :eek:

1600 Assorted heavy bombers set off, on thier mission, for Blackhelms capital city.

TO: Hataria, Tocrowkia, Borman, Wanderjar

We have a heavy bombing raid coming in on, please provide fighters, as we move in for escort. Naval bombardment might throw them off, as well.

OOC: Hi there. Undershi has been ill recently - what the heck has been happening? Most importantly, has my neutrality been acknowledged yet?!? (Although, I am still giving Blackhelm some moral support and I'm still trading with him...)

RE TO NEW AUSHA:


Indeed. Give us the signal, and 100 F/A-18s will provide cover.

From: Office of the Joint Chiefs
To: Office of the President
Classification: Top Secret/President's Eyes Only
Regarding: Operation Undermine

Mr. President,

At this time, it appears the nation of Dephire is no longer actively participating in hostilities against the Blackhelm Confederacy. For this reason, it is the position of the Joint Chiefs that Phase II of Operation Undermine not be implemented at this time. Instead, we recommend preparations continue until such time as the situation changes.

Regarding Dephire... It seems as though Dephire is among the few proponents of peace. We consider a peace agreement to be a de facto win for our cause. Given that, it does not seem prudent to incite civil war in that nation. However, I should mention that a civil war in Dephire might result in GASN troops being diverted from other theatres to restore peace.

The Joint Chiefs are the process of planning two more operations:

- An operation against Tocrowkia similar in nature to Operation Undermine
- Submarine raids on Anti-CA Coalition supply ships

Details of these operations will be submitted to your office within the next 24 hours for approval.

OOC:
I have a civil war in my nation?! :eek: Wow. I didn't even know that!

OOC:
I have a civil war in my nation?! :eek: Wow. I didn't even know that!

OOC: Nah. I was just RP'n my country's leaders debating whether they should try to use covert operations and propaganda encourage your citizens to rebel. Should I ever try, I would expect you to determine the outcome of my efforts.

OOC: Nah. I was just RP'n my country's leaders debating whether they should try to use covert operations and propaganda encourage your citizens to rebel. Should I ever try, I would expect you to determine the outcome of my efforts.

OOC:
My citizens would never rebel. They are a free peoples now. So why would they?

OOC:
My citizens would never rebel. They are a free peoples now. So why would they?

OOC: Your dossier says your civil rights are "rare" and that your people are "suspicious" in nature, and I saw you had a civil war recently. Essentially, the plan is to do something naughty and pass the blame on to your government. :D Maybe your people won't rebel, but my government thinks it is worth a try.

OOC: Your dossier says your civil rights are "rare" and that your people are "suspicious" in nature, and I saw you had a civil war recently. Essentially, the plan is to do something naughty and pass the blame on to your government. :D Maybe your people won't rebel, but my government thinks it is worth a try.

OOC:
Do whatever. I care not anymore about war.

Undershi was no longer neutral. That much had been deicded by the new Leader, Aleksander Miller. They would now fight for their allies in the Confederacy.
The first troops for the fighting were already en-route - three Divisions of IIS infantry, and one IIS tank division. These numbers seemed insignificant before the assorted millions of men sent into the fray by the various powers... but they were True Undershis, and IIS True Undershis at that... and they wouldn't be the last to come.
Already, the Undershi Fleet of the Pacifics was massing - hundreds of ships, ready to fight for Blackhelm and the CA... they would soon sail, and when they did... wherever they hit would know it had been hurt.

OOC: 30,000 IIS soldiers and a full IIS armoured division are en-route to the Blackhelm Confederacy in four heavy transports, protected by the full might of Carrier Group Descartes - a full strength carrier group, consisting of the carrier Descartes, twelve cruisers, thirty destroyers, six AA support ships and a full support fleet.

Admiral Robert Uller watched from the the observation window of his office as a flight of Thunderer fighter-bombers flew by, flying escort for the landing craft that even now carried the military might of the Undershi war machine towards their Landing Zone in Blackhelm.
It was an awe-inspiring sight to one who took the time to consider it - here were 40,000 odd True Undershis, coming to the aid of their allies. The CA would not be defeated - that he knew as a certainty. The CA could not be defeated, because that would mean that Undershi would have to be defeated... and that could never happen - every Undershi school child knew that that could never happen. Undershi could not be defeated, for it was their Destiny to rule over all the nations of the earth... or so said The Undershi Empire, that old book that every Undershi knew by heart, that old book written by the first scientist-dictators of the Empire... back before the High Command and later the IIS.
The Undershis were coming to the aid of their allies, and no one was going to stop them.

OOC: Well, that was one reeeealy glorified BUMP... basically, my troops are landing and reinforcing Blackhelm.

OOC:
Will this still mess with our political ties, Undershi?

Tocrowkia, Ausha and Scandinvans, whats the matter, pissed yourselves and ran off when you thought you might lose?

Crown Prince Olaf in the main Scandinvan fleet sent out a large flight of fighters to assist his comrades in the fight in the against all the heathen forces that stood against the will of God.

He now ordered for the Priests to begin to chant prayers for the fallen here today, even as the battle waged, so that the nation of Blackhelm may be converted to the Immaculate Heart of Mary and thus millions will be saved and the sins of Griffincrest will be mended. If not the Crusaders of Scandinvan shall have to spill blood in order for the repetition of Blachlem and all those who sided with Griffincrest in this war.

Yet, as the battle waged a few more cruisers were sunk along with quite a number of destroyers and frigates. Despite this their sacrifice would not be in vain as the first wave had landed on the beaches of the Blackhelm Confederacy and were now launching a great attack to break their costal defenses and forces to allow in a flood of Crusader soldiers.OOC: Might I remind that you are the one who has not responded to me?

OOC: Might I remind that you are the one who has not responded to me?

I'm waiting for you to respond to Zukariaa's gas attack on you.

The Count was tried of this nonsense, so he send in Timber Wolf Inc. cargo planes to pick up his soldiers and others at his New Atlanta land.

They send out message as they entered into the Blackhelm’s air space, “Civilians airplanes from the Dominion, going to pick up Dominionites from the God-Emepror’s New Atlanta land. Any attack on these planes will be classified as an act of war.”

The planes, flying under the banner of civilians, began to land at New Atlanta International airport. The Black Wolves, a total of five hundred soldiers, and the staff at the Count’s palace began to load onto the planes.

Hours went by at the soldiers load their vehicles and other thing into the cargo planes. They were preparing to leave the nation before New Atlanta was attacked.

The planes, after being fully load, started back into the air. They played the message, “Civilians airplanes from the Dominion, any attack on these planes will be classified as an act of war.”

The Count’s New Atlanta land was empty of Dominionites and valuable things, all that was there was some useless desk and bed. No firearms, no vehicles, nothing but desks and beds. No computers, no PDAs, only some useless paper and pens. If New Atlanta survived, maybe the Count would come back and retake what was his.

OOC: For those who want to know, http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11648453&postcount=14

OOC: I didn't get a reply last time, or I missed it.

The Revolutionary Government of the Glorious Republic of Leafanistan

We are neutral in this war, but, we also have a vested interest in perserving the lives of all the innocent civilians caught up in this war.

We wish to evacuate all those that will switch their citizenship to Leafanistan, and any foreign citizens on Confederate Soil. However, we will need a safe landing area.

We have the capacity to evacuate and house around 1 million evacuees. If another nation or the Blackhelm Confederacy would help us secure a landing zone and remind people this involves Leafanistani citizenship (unless they are foreign), and double citizenship is allowed.

They will be taken to a now economically depressed city in Saharistan, that is in need of an influx of citizens. That is our agenda.

[END]

Paradise City Airport was opened up for the Leafanistani planes to land. Thousands of people were clamouring to get aboard the jets all around the runway. The first group was allowed through the gates and onto the runway.

Secret IC:

Among these people, was an older looking gentlemen, wearing ragged clothes and walking with a stick. Under these rags, was Claudius Griffincrest himself. After the first news of evacuation came, he quickly left his island and headed for the capitol. His daughter, however, refused to leave everything she had on the island, and remained, surrounded by thousands of mercenaries, on the private Coporate Island.

Tocrowkia, Ausha and Scandinvans, whats the matter, pissed yourselves and ran off when you thought you might lose?

You mean kinda like how you pissed yourself, when Me, Borman, and Hataria destroyed your fleet attacking me, and you wouldnt post? What a waste of a perfectly good pair of pants. :(

Anyway, im pretty tired of being ignored in this thread. Not even my allies will respond too me... Anyway, BC look in the the closed thread you made. Ill post my moves in that.

Zukariaa;11741670']The reports rushed in on Admiral Kauffmann. He reacted quickly. His fleet began to move out. 1000 heavy bombers and 1000 fighter-bombers launched from the Blackhelm airport and now buzzed around the fleet. The huge capital ship, a gigantic superdreadnought, was surrounded by dozens of destroyers, battleships, cruisers, and two carriers. 30 submarines swum under it, two of which were armed with tactical nuclear weapons if the situation got too bad.

They were coming to aid the losing Blackhelm fleet, and as they came, the 30 submarines opened up on the enemy fleets, mainly the Scandinvan one. Torpedoes swam through the sea at them, soon to hit them. As the fleet got close to the Blackhelm fleet, a message was sent over.

We're here to help you. We advise your men put on gasmasks.

For the capital ship and several battleships, special shells that weren't 100% tested were loaded and fired on the Scandinvan fleet. At the tip of each one was a compartment of Soman gas, one of the most toxic gasses known to man. There would be know way that the Scandinvans would be expecting such a thing, and for safety everyone on in the Zukariaan fleet wore put on their gasmasks as the guns fired.

Once the damage was done, the bombers and naval guns would open up on the fleet, whose crews would be dieing by then from the gasses.

Soon after the message to the Blackhelm fleet was sent, another was sent to the homeland. The enemies had very large fleets. 100 ships would not be enough. 300 more ships were being readied, although they would not be ready and launched for quite some time..

OOC-Soman gas is real, and is one of the most toxic gasses known to man. It is so fast acting and toxic that within minutes of contact through breath or to the eyes, people will begin to feel the symptoms. A single breath can cause death at times. Wikipedia it. There should be links to symptoms.OOC: The capital ship the Prince is 100 miles out at sea and you are only attacking the capital ship of this sub fleet and to make it clear the Prince will not be allowed to be killed in this rp as I have plans for him in the future. As well, I do not accept larger scale gas or nuclear attacks as I myself do not use them, though I use smoke causing missiles and napalm. Also, due to former experience with gas attacks from Griffincrest gas attacks and thus are ready for a chemical or gas attack on the ships and soldiers on the beachhead.

IC: The large Imperial ships reacted to gas attack relatively calm by sealing off the air tight doors to the area after evacuating the people who had suffered some gas explosions as the Imperial gas detectors on the ships raised the alarm further and began to vent the gas into high pressure rooms.

In the air the Scandinvan fleet launched a massive missile barrage of heat seeking missiles at the oncoming force against the oncoming force of which they began to prepare another barrage. Behind the heat seekers behind came a massive fight wing from the Scandinvan main fleet which number 2700 fight craft which then launched a barrage of their lighter missiles.

At the enemy fleet the Scandinvan fleet launched a large attack of heavy missiles at in the hopes of driving back the enemy fleet.

Paradise City Airport was opened up for the Leafanistani planes to land. Thousands of people were clamouring to get aboard the jets all around the runway. The first group was allowed through the gates and onto the runway.

Secret IC:

Among these people, was an older looking gentlemen, wearing ragged clothes and walking with a stick. Under these rags, was Claudius Griffincrest himself. After the first news of evacuation came, he quickly left his island and headed for the capitol. His daughter, however, refused to leave everything she had on the island, and remained, surrounded by thousands of mercenaries, on the private Coporate Island.

The Ilyushin Il-96 aircraft were lined up. Ladders extended as Tactical Solutions Inc. Guards kept people from flooding in and flight attendents counted off 300 passengers at a time and told to carry their luggage onto the plane. A sign noted that only pretzels and drinks would be served.

A flight attendent who was secretly under the employ of ONI picked up the obviously fake passport Griffencrest was carrying, and returned a raggedy Leafanistani passport, an authentic one. She smiled and handed him a water bottle and pretzels that all the other passengers were given.

The plane were leaving as fast as possible, and over in Bayside Airport hundreds of People's Guards units with local Naval Units were creating temporary processing areas and thousands of computers were being hauled in for the task.

Everyone who could lift was hired off the street and the economy boomed for the first time in 20 years in the town.

The national airline LeafAreoflot had exhausted all 16 of their Il-96 aircraft. Once half of them were in the air and flying toward Saharistan. The military activated all of its Il-76 Candids (all 60 of them), configured for 150 passengers each. Tankers circled the skies and refilled each other to keep the airliners flying.

Oceanic Airlines had been contracted and was flying 5 747s configured for 500 passengers to fly 10 trips. Pilots were being paid an extra $50,000 for the job and for a year's salary, they were happy to fly 10 trips. They also had 2 DC-10s ready for 6 trips for 350 passengers.

The government was spending millions to get people out. Another depressed Saharistani city in the Leafanistani sector was expressing interest, and they had mobilized their People's Guard's units to activate and volunteered to take 750,000 people. 4 more cities, 1 in Saharistan and 3 in Wasser also expressed interest.

The economic boom after the Civil War infused the mainland with money, but not the colonies. An additional 3 million could be housed, and perhaps more if more refugee camps could be opened.

OOC-Just because you don't do something doesn't mean you can tell me I can't use them. It's not like I'm hitting your homeland. <_<

Ships were damaged very badly, and several actually began to sink, but the 1000 fighters and another 1000 that launched from a carrier in the fleet came up to fight the enemy planes. They launched a huge barrage of missiles at them, while below, the fleet sent out a massive barrage shells, including more Soman and Chlorociprin, a gas that could get through filtering systems and cause vomiting, which would in turn force them to take off their gasmasks.

The 1000 bombers came in on the fleet, dropping hundreds of bombs onto the ships below. Behind them were 50 specially made jets carrying napalm, which dropped onto the largest ships.

In Seseer, the major fleet prepared earlier went out for the Confederacy to join up with the smaller one. It was a very major deployment for what the government considered a top priority.

The planes landed in Saharistan, and thousands of passengers milled around, being moved to 30 person rooms for processing. Many were singled out and removed, including criminals, people who looked like criminals, military people, and most importantly, a certain raggedy old man named Claudius Griffencrest.

He was grabbed by guards like many other people and taken to individual rooms.

He was plopped down into a seat and his passport thrown onto the cold steel table in front of him.

"Welcome to the Leafanistani Sector of Saharistan, specifically Bayside Airport, Temp Building C3, G Wing, Room 145"

He picked up the passport and read it.

"Ret. Colonel Gerald Schumacher, that is a nice new title, very believable, the cover story was that you were in the Blackhelm Confederacy to make a deal to import microwave ovens. That story will hold, the real Schumacher was actually there to import microwave ovens, though that was also his cover story, turns out he was working for a foreign power's corporation to infiltrate government contracts within General Resources. We eliminated him around the time that the war started breaking out. He had made an illegal flight into Leafanistan via a cargo plane and is now sitting in a hibernation chamber for a 2,000 year treason sentence. A simple picture switch and viola."

He threw back the passport and a set of new clothes, nicely tailored ones.

"You ran a mail-order company via email correspondence with a woman named Eliza Filbert, and did major contracts for General Resources. Also remember that name, there is a dossier on your military activity, boring and nothing interesting, easy to remember."

He then threw him a wallet, 200 LNR in cash, and a debit card. He then slid a module you would commonly see in a supermarket for signature confirmation for plastic transactions.

"Sign this and the bank's computer will recognize this new signature, remember your new name."

He then slid a briefcase and a set of car keys.

"There is 20 grand on the card for you, he had a nice apartment so it won't be too bad. Just work hard for the first month, and you'll recieve a major break in General Resources and become a major executive. The car outside is a pretty good car, a GR-M Imperium or something, with a GPS navigation system. The rest will be clear soon."

He gestured to a small room to the left side.

"Changing room in there, and welcome to Saharistan, Gerald."

Claudius was still kind of in shock as he walked into the changing rooms. He came out a new man, his silver hair slicked back and looking much like the evil corporate genius he was. "Gerald Schumaker eh?" he said to the man who slid him all of his belongings. "Well, this shouldn't be too difficult. I like the way you dealt with him. Two thousand years! Haha!"

Claudius than picked up all of the things on the table and began fitting them into various pockets. Then he grabbed the suitcase. "Thank you, sir" he said, taking out 50$ and putting it in the army mans breast pocket. "Now, would you mind having someone take me home? I haven't driven myself in years"

Claudius was still kind of in shock as he walked into the changing rooms. He came out a new man, his silver hair slicked back and looking much like the evil corporate genius he was. "Gerald Schumaker eh?" he said to the man who slid him all of his belongings. "Well, this shouldn't be too difficult. I like the way you dealt with him. Two thousand years! Haha!"

Claudius than picked up all of the things on the table and began fitting them into various pockets. Then he grabbed the suitcase. "Thank you, sir" he said, taking out 50$ and putting it in the army mans breast pocket. "Now, would you mind having someone take me home? I haven't driven myself in years"

"We kinda locked the driver in their with your photograph with a crack in the window. He is fully armed and trained. I'll keep the 50 though. The keys are a formality. For a man of your stature, we expected nothing less. Besides, we couldn't trust the keys with anybody but you. An Imperium is the nicest limo on the Leafanistani market, minibar, minigun in the trunk, fully armoured against 14.5mm rounds, 0 to 60 in 6 seconds, six wheel drive, and nitrous oxide."

"Get out of here before you look suspicious."

the Shell game it is then...
Hurtian Embassy, Blackhelm Confederacy
The mess was picked up, blood found, lot of blood, but no bodies.

The men were thouroghly convinced that Griffencrest had just ran into the gaping mouth of the wolf in sheep's clothing. As they didn't even seem concerned enough to look for any bodies, or the reletives of Griffencrest, they simply assumed they had all died 'in some terrible accident'.

A number of document where not recovered, and presumed stolen, these pertained to Hurtian defense strategy.

It was declared that, since no word had come from Griffencrest since Wanderjar's contact (you can see a helicopter land from a satalite), it was De Facto assumed that Griffencrest died around that time.

Headlines from the HNN were therefore thus:

Hurtian Embassy in Blackhelm ransacked
Foul play suspected

Serial killer on the loose in Blackhelm, killing taxi driver among others in gruesome deaths, only one body found

Claudius Griffencrest missing and presumed lost
Hurtian attempt to escort Griffencrest to safety a failure

the Shell game it is then...

Evacuation Zone

A man woke up in the cargo hold of a plane, he had no memory, and looked down at himself, he felt ill, extremely ill. He felt weak, like he couldn't breathe, and felt achey. He looked in the mirror and was horrified. That wasn't the depressed hobo he was, it looked like a man familiar. It looked like Claudius Griffencrest!

He was horrified, it had to be a dream. He noticed a gun near him, and a Confederate Passport listing him as Claudius Griffencrest. He found a wallet full of cash, and cards belonging to Griffencrest, and a concealed pistol.

He was confused, and he saw the planes. Maybe they knew what to do.

He walked over to the guards and they turned around.

"Hey you, get off the tarmac..wait, its Claude!"

"Jesus Tapdancing Christ!"

"SIR GET DOWN, SURRENDER NOW!"

The guards raised their M8 rifles and people in the line screamed and several pointed and jeered at the hobo.

He was terrified, he wasn't Griffencrest, but the rifles scared him, he feared authority. He raised his pistol and pulled the trigger. The crowd around scattered as the guards ducked and went into a defensive stance. They fired a burst near him and he felt the tiring coming. The world was turning black, he raised the pistol and fired again, and hit the guard, and the guard nearly exploded.

The other guards ran for cover as people were cleared away from the area.

He felt the world turning black but he got back up, he took out a submachine gun, and began firing, another guard went down, a similar jet of flame shooting up from his body. "Explosive rounds", were the last thoughts of the poor man when a thermobaric round fired by a RPG-7 wielding security contractor detonated on a crate full of pretzels near him. He tried to run but suddenly he felt hot jets of flame shoot through him.

The guards had regrouped and were firing their M8s in concentrated bursts through his chests. Finally a downed guard raised his M1911 and put a .45 through his face sending half of it splattering to the floor. The guards gathered around the corpse and radioed the commander.

Bounty Collection Anouncement from Tactical Solutions Inc.

Blood tests confirm it, this is Claudius Griffencrest of the Griffencrest Corporation, he is dead, he tried to sneak onto a plane and attempted to force his way on, while we took 3 casualties with no deaths, we were able to terminate the man.

However the corpse is heavily burned, a lot of damage to the chest and extremities, along with nearly half the face removed via a .45. For an old corporate geezer, he put up quite a fight, explosive rounds sent our guards firing.

We'll hand over the corpse and the related paraphenlia that was found with the man, in return for a bounty.

[Attached Documents: Blood Test Results, IDs found, Wallet, Clothes, Pictures of Corpse]

[END]

Given that Hataria seems to have stopped, should I continue with defeating Hataria or what?

Given that Hataria seems to have stopped, should I continue with defeating Hataria or what?

OOC: Sorry, I have been busy. I am going shopping soon so I will post Tonight

The Undershi IIS units have assumed defensive positions on the Corporate Island - they appear intent on defending it from any hostile forces. The Undershi government has commented to the Grifencrest Corporation - something about "favors" no longer being owed... or soon to no longer be owed...