NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Police have had several clashes with protesting groups who have supposedly turned violent and began attacking government officials (I'll leave the assumption of who really started the fight to you). King Toad II released a statement saying that he wishes to end these confrontations peacefully, but will fight if necessary.

A little background on King Toad II:
King Toad II is a dictator whom insists he be called King, saying that he is the first of a new dynasty, to be lead by his children and grandchildren. Although he is considered slighty erradic and strange by almost all cycologists, it is believed he is not actually csycotic, just very extreme in his thinking. He believes in a modern nation, where modern science is traesured, but also believes in things like mandatory church attendance... King Toad is a extremist conservative in almost every aspect of his ideas. He however does have "another side" to him, which is shown when he passed the Compulsory Vegetarianism Law, the Higher Agricultural Standards Act (a act stating all foods must be organic and thouroughly 100% natural), and the Animal Rights Act (an act stating that animals have rights also, and any form of animal testing, animal hunting or animal abuse will not be tolerated, and the convicts who have commited any of these felonies will be taken away and brutally tortured). King Toad II is a amazing man whom considers his government a form of a "monarchial fascism", and wishes to one day be a grand world power...

The following are National World News broadcasts from the last week or so:
Toad World News:
Today, in the villages of Hillside Halls and Rolling Creek, hundreds marched screaming chants at King Toad II, protesting his rule. These people are all part of what seem to be different anti-government gruops, including the National Progressive Party, the Adfero Adsertoris Effusionis (the Forward Freedom Movement), and the Nationalist Party for Reform. As these people march in a peaceful manner of protest (as of yet), the government reminds all that things could go sour. King Toad II is in a peace meeting with Roger Sole, the leader of the NPP as we speak. Also, the government warns us all to stay indoors, as miliatry action may be necesary. The 2nd Homeland Guard Corps are being moved in to areas around the capital as a precautionary measure. I'm Sally Earera, with Toad News at Ten on Channel 84. Stay tune to find out what happens next after this commercial break, as this disaster unfolds.
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King Toad II has just made a statement saying that he will attempt to reach a suitable agreement between the present government and the reform organizations. However, he is prepared to fight if necessary. Join us tommorrow as the turmoil in the Toad States unfolds...



This is a list of King Toad's Forces (I know it's hard to read... sorry)
1st Light Infantry Army, about 100,000 men, see order from UE. = Field Marshal Z. Rayfalder
2nd Light Infantry Army, about 100,000 men, see order from UE. = General G. Yault
3rd Light Infantry Army, about 100,000 men, see order from UE. = General E. Hampton
4th Light Infantry Army, about 90,000 men, see order from UE. = General T. Werner
5th Armored Infantry Support Regiment, about 2,000 men, see order from UE. = (Ranking) Colonel A. Teel
6th Armored Infantry Support Regiment, about 2,000 men, see order from UE. =
Colonel K. Winchester
7th Armored Infantry Support Regiment, about 2,000 men, see order from UE. =
Colonel B. Daniel
8th Mechanized Infantry Division, about 15,000 men, see order from Bonstock = Lt. General N. Valence
9th Light Infantry Division, about 15,000 men, see order from Bonstock = Lt. General Y. Mitchum
10th Motorized Infantry Army, about 90,000 men, see order from Bonstock = General H. Frankfurt
11th Light Infantry Division, about 13,500 men, see order from Bonstock = Major General C. Sanders
12th Air Force Division, about 10,000 men, see order from Bonstock = Lt. General W. Roberts
{1st Fighter Wing
{2nd Airlift Wing
{3rd Bomber Squadron
{4th Air Control Squadron
{5th Special Operations Squadron
13th Marine Expeditionary Regiment, about 1,000 men, see order from Bonstock = Colonel T. Quincy

Please join the rebels side, or the loyalists side.

May I RP the rebels for you?

King Toad II began walking over to the door, the last barricade between him and his open and exposed stage. "Are you sure you want to do this sir?", asked his cheif advisor, whom had been saying all along that after the recent violence in the Allied States, it be best for the King to lay low for a while. "I have to... I've told you...", the King said in a proud voice, "You know as well as I do, it has been a tradition that every King, since the days of my grandfather's youth, give there yearly speech at the Tri-lands Square. And what kind of leader will I look like if I hide at the first sign of trouble? A coward, not put on this Earth to lead a great people. No, I must go. For the world, and most importantly... my people." His cheif advisor decided he wasn't going to argue any more. He, along with other advisors to the King, had spent the previous week warning him not to go. It was simply not worth the fight any longer. "Well sir, then I wish you luck", he said. "Thank you... I will most certainly need it", the King mumbled to himself.
The King opened the door, and proceeded past the rows of security men, carrying very large automatic weapons, and constantly speaking into walkie talkies. He walked onto the stage and took his seat at the head chair, the ceremonial King's chair. A thunderous applause broke out as the King sat. King Toad II looked around and saw strange men all around him, men wearing all black suits, each one obviously holding some sort of concealed weapon under there coat. He noticed there were much more of these men than usual. "Damn, I told Marvin to NOT put on extra security. That's the last time I put him on security detail. I don't need all these guys", said the King. At this time, the cheering of the crowd ceased and Quincy Roster, head of the Cheif Council, came up to the podium, located central stage. "Ladies and gentlemen", he began. The King looked around, seeing the usual faces. There were 10 of them assembled on stage. Five were the Heads of Parlaiment, three Council Cheifs, one the head of the representaive commune, and of course, the King. As Quincy talked, the words bounced off King Toad's head. He felt something wasn't right. Soemthing was out of place from last year. He thought and thought, but could not put his finger upon it. Finally, the King heard Quincy say, "and so here he is, the blessed King of the allied states, King Toad II!" A roar of cheers and applause arose from the crowd. The king rose and slowly made his way to the podium. He got up to the podium, and took out his speech. "Thank you ladies and gentlemen...", he said than paused, "I wish to tell you all of the courage you all have-" He stopped short. There it was, a metalicy object being produced from the man's pocket. The man directly three rows of seats in front of him had a gun. Indeed, he knew it was a gun. But how he asked,having everyone gone through rigourous security checks?
He had hardly any time to react. He ducked as the first shot was fired, but the second caught him on the way down. The words "GUN!" were screamed over every security personnels' walkie talkies. Immediatly, four men in dark suits jumped on top of the King to act as human sheilds. Eight others dashed for the other VIP's on stage. However, as soon as the first shot was fired, nine men, all in the third row, had also produced weapons from there pockets and each one fired at his or her preassigned target. Within ten seconds, four VIP's lay on the ground dead. The assasins fired repeatedly on there targets, once there target was dead, they moved onto the next. Men in black suits seized the King and created a human wall to let the King pass. The King was overwhlemed and hardly knew what was occuring as he was grabbed by three men and whisked away through the wall made by his bodyguards. He was dragged backstage, then downstairs, then into the underground passage built for just this sort of emergency. Within 40 seconds of the first shot, the King was in a bullet proof limo., complete with police and military escort en route to the town Green, where his private chopper and military escort choppers awaited. The VIP's were swamped with men in black suits, who dragged them off the stage while creating human sheilds from the constant inflow of bullets. Several bodyguards were already on the ground dead, and now men in camo fatigues were storming onto the stage. Police and bodyguards surrounded the entire Tri-lands Square, putting the area into complete lockdown. About twenty men in all black uniforms with green berets poured out of trucks parked outside of the Square, and rushes into it guns blazing. The spectators who were watching the King's speech were screaming and running around, some already were on the floor covered in blood. "EMERGANCY MEASURE NUMBER TWO! TAKE MEASURE TWO!", and similar orders, meaning nothing to outsiders, but making life and death decisions to the guards were yelled over the radios. Various armed government divisions ran into the square. Finally, 78 seconds after the first shot, the last VIP, a dead member of the representative commune, was dragged off the stage. This meant phase two could begin. Most citizen spectators by now had fled or were near the doors, trying to push there way through the exits. The ten gunmen were now perfect targets. The guards assembled on the stage fired upon them, and by now agents by the exits were firing upon them. Three of them were cought in the crossfire and were bludgoned in the face and upper body with large caliber rounds. The rest overturned tables as sheilds, and literaly crawled to the exit, a emergency exit which had not yet been opened. Just as they planned, the assasins made there way out the exit and into the open street. And also as planned, a van awaited them. The man in the van screamed for them to get in. They ran for it but stopped suddenly, as the lead assasin fell to the ground as bullets exploded all around him. The man in the van screamed for them to run. Not as planned however, was the reactions time of the government officials. A military special operations unit on stand by in the area had already arrived, and were opening fire on the back of the van. The remaining eight assasins ducked behind a dumpster as they watched there get away driver get helplessly mowed down by bullets. Blood was smeared all along the windsheild, when finaly a rocket smashed into the van. The van burst into flame. The assasins ran as another rocket hit near the dumpster. RPG's were flying all over. One of the assains was hit, but the ohters managed to run. Four ran up the street, while the other three ran down the side street. By now, realizing the assasins escaped, the guards and police inside the square were rushing outside and chasing the assasins on foot. The four assasins had almost reached the end of the block, when a hummvee with a mounted 50 caliber machine gun swung around the corner. The four turned around and ran the other way, but were hit with several bullets to the back each. The other three ran until they found themselves out in a open road. They looked behind them to find over 80 armed men running after them. The persuers opened up and hit one assasin in the back of the head. One ran towards a shop and attempted to open the door. Instead he was hit with a sub machine gun burst, sending him soaring through the shops glass window. The other two ran for the sidewalk, where much cover was. The persuers all fired at once, and continued to attempt to pick them off. The two men, seeing they were dead meat, spun around and fired back, shouting things like "May the false ruler die!" and "long live the the new nation order!". One man was hit with a bullet to the neck. He fell into unconciousness, was rushed to a hospital, but died on the way. The other got hit in the leg, which caused him to fall and land on a firehydrant, splitting his head. He then rolled off the hydrant, smashing into the sidewalk. He fell into unconciousness and suffered a sever concussion. Within 962 seconds of the first shot, the last assasin, the only surviving one, was captured, thrown into a large black van, labeled ALLIED STATES LAW ENFORCEMENT, and brought to a undisclosed location. It wasn't until they were in the limo. when the King realized blood was dripping from his chest...

May I RP the rebels for you?
Sure. Less work for me :)
Just make sure they do realistic stuff. Remember, the rebels goals are to overthrow the King, put in there own "supposedly" more democratic sytem, and lose as little people as possible in doing so, since weapons and men are scarce. Most of the rebels (bsides the real die hard ones) are just regular people, who support the rebels. Therefore, they wouldn't necessarily go on suicide campaigns and such, for they have lives to carry on after the war to.
Thank you for the use of your rping skills.

Sure. Less work for me :)
Just make sure they do realistic stuff. Remember, the rebels goals are to overthrow the King, put in there own "supposedly" more democratic sytem, and lose as little people as possible in doing so, since weapons and men are scarce. Most of the rebels (bsides the real die hard ones) are just regular people, who support the rebels. Therefore, they wouldn't necessarily go on suicide campaigns and such, for they have lives to carry on after the war to.
Thank you for the use of your rping skills.

(OOC: Not a problem mate :)

I was thinking of a guerilla campaign anyway. Could you give me rough numbers with which I have to work with? Also, would you like me to make you a map, as to make the RP flow much smoother?

If so, just tell me what your country is like, what its cities are named, etc

(OOC: Not a problem mate :)

I was thinking of a guerilla campaign anyway. Could you give me rough numbers with which I have to work with? Also, would you like me to make you a map, as to make the RP flow much smoother?

If so, just tell me what your country is like, what its cities are named, etc
Guerilla campagin sounds along the right lines... rough numbers eh? Hmmm... I have a pop. of 406 million as of yet. Sooooo... we'll say that... only 20-40% are in the rebelion. Really whatever numbers you thinkare right and realistic. A map would be great, thank you. The country is a peninsula, with a island chain off the coast of variable sized islands. The climate is moderate and the nations had rivers, mountains, plateaus, but mostly flat land. City names are... hmmmm... how about a capital of Blempk City, other cities are Endriech, Cirfore, North Coorin, Sin Feou, Lakeside, Entransa Heights, and Port Krig Soarm. That wasn't so bad for spur of the moment thinking...

Ok, this is what I've got after about ten minutes of work.

http://img95.imageshack.us/img95/7196/kingtoaday0.png

OCC: Sorry to but it, but Wander I need a Map, Myspace me.
Anyway, Ill probaly end up sending some Marines in soon.

We support any moves in establishing a Socialist Democratic state in our neighbour. However, we support the rebels in encouragement only (and maybe empty out some of our armouries to arm rebel militias). We, however, will open our border to any refugees that may begin to leave during this revolution.
Power to the Worker! Down with Fascism

Comrade Keating
Chief Comrade of the Keating Australis Politburo

:sniper:

"Sir..."

Prime Minister Raslin sat at his desk, reviewing plans for a very large and expensive stadium in midgar, which would primarially be used for airsoft tournaments, airsoft being the national sport of Chellis.

"Yes, Zachary?"

"Sir, there is a large rebellion movement in the nation of Toad..."

"Get to the point, please."

"Well, they are a dictatorship and somewhat of a theocracy, and I believe if we supported a rebellion, we could end up having quite good relations with them."

"Getting involved in a rebel movement? We just moved out of isolation, do we really want somebody to blab, and have that bad PR on our hands?"

"I think we can do it quite clandestine. We had extensive practice in the past, and the ideas have been passed down for a long time..."

"I suppose. Look, try to open communications with some of the leaders of the rebellion faction, if possible. Tell them that if they can manage to gain control of a port city, or at least a dock of some kind, we are willing to send a few privateer boats, chellian mercenaries, and supplies for the movement. Ask the council, on my behalf, to hide the funds for helping this movement."

The aide walked out, eager to get his job done. Raslin just sighed. Powerplaying was done so often in chellian history, he didn't want to become like the monsters that were the Prechene.

OOC: King Toad II, lets assume that my men are trying to get that message to the rebels. You can decide if they get it, though I would prefer if you didn't intercept it,

OOC: I'm RPing the Rebels so send it to me as Rebel Leader, as I've not got a name for him yet ;).

OOC: I'm RPing the Rebels so send it to me as Rebel Leader, as I've not got a name for him yet ;).

OOC: Lets just assume you got the message then?

OOC: Lets just assume you got the message then?

OOC: Works for me mate

Memo to Kilani High Command

TOP SECRET

FOR YOUR EYES ONLY

Comrades, it has come to our attention that a small, developing nation is under the rule of a brutal, counter-revolutionary dictator. He is not the kind of man we would like to see in power. Enclosed in this document you will find photographs and other inteligence reports on the situation. The people are rising in revolt. It is our duty to intervene on their behalf and free them from their brutal dictator.

However, to become involved in a conventional war at this point would be both unwise and detrimental to our standing in the international community. As such, I ahve put forth a plan wherein several Spetznaz teams will be inserted via submarine and assist the rebels whereever possible. In addition to providing weapons and training, they will also do their best to destroy counter-revolutionary forces with the weapons at their disposal.

The operation, code-name "Trojan" wil begin within the week. Troops are already being prepared. That is all.

"Sir, in King Toad's nation a rebellion is uprising!" the PM's aide told him.

"Great... We need to help those rebels. We do not tolerate dictators of this type (ooc: I'm fine with most dictators, but one that forces people to be vegan...and giving animals complete human rights...). But we have to do this secretly. Toad may declare war on us if he finds out."

3 hours later...

4 Oslean sniper assasins were boarding a flight to King Toad II, via business class flight. Their equipment and weapons would be dropped off to them in a forest by Alpha Squadron (A 5-plane team consisting of F/A 35 Talons).

Their mission? Find King Toad II and assasinate him.

(Ooc: If he's still alive. You never told us if that blood was just a sign of injury or near death.)

To: King Toad II
From: Cyrus Lainer

My dear fellow,
I have a business proposition for you. It seems that rebellion has broken out in your humble nation. This seems to be a quick path to civil war. Civil wars are rarely good for public opinions on a current regime, especially when your men are dying in such a cause.

May I suggest hiring mercenaries? My men are trained rigorously for eight years. Their training includes combat training in all climates and terrains, including urban, intense training in martial arts and close quarters combat. Soldiers of my nation have been known to take on multiple enemies in unarmed combat, and come out victorious. On the other side of the stick, squads of my soldiers have been known to dominate against squads of other nations.

My soldiers can operate as you see fit. I will leave prices up for negotiation, as I know that in times of such turmoil securing proper funding can become difficult.

Cyrus Lanier
Commandant
The Mercenary State of Nation of Fortune

Ok, this is what I've got after about ten minutes of work.

http://img95.imageshack.us/img95/7196/kingtoaday0.png
Sorry friend, but my browser won't let me view it...

We support any moves in establishing a Socialist Democratic state in our neighbour. However, we support the rebels in encouragement only (and maybe empty out some of our armouries to arm rebel militias). We, however, will open our border to any refugees that may begin to leave during this revolution.
Power to the Worker! Down with Fascism

Comrade Keating
Chief Comrade of the Keating Australis Politburo

:sniper:
The Allied States of King Toad II has released this statement to the Chief Comrade:
The Allied States looks down upon you. You fools wish to support the rebel cause, and yet not risk sending your own men? The Allied States considers you a nation of cowards! However, we are a civilized people, and therefore appreciate your offer to accept refugees. We feel we cannot force people to stay here, and will let them leave if they so desire. However, if you do begin to send any form of help to the rebel scum, we will be forced to take durastic measures!
From,
Dr. Fredrick Ericson
Head of the Allied States Representative Commune
Temporary Spokeperson of the Allied States

To: King Toad II
From: Cyrus Lainer

My dear fellow,
I have a business proposition for you. It seems that rebellion has broken out in your humble nation. This seems to be a quick path to civil war. Civil wars are rarely good for public opinions on a current regime, especially when your men are dying in such a cause.

May I suggest hiring mercenaries? My men are trained rigorously for eight years. Their training includes combat training in all climates and terrains, including urban, intense training in martial arts and close quarters combat. Soldiers of my nation have been known to take on multiple enemies in unarmed combat, and come out victorious. On the other side of the stick, squads of my soldiers have been known to dominate against squads of other nations.

My soldiers can operate as you see fit. I will leave prices up for negotiation, as I know that in times of such turmoil securing proper funding can become difficult.

Cyrus Lanier
Commandant
The Mercenary State of Nation of Fortune
Dear Cyrus Lanier,
We appreciate your offer, however we are a nation of morales! We will never accept your offer to hire "mercanaries" or any of the like!
Signed,
Dr. Fredrick Ericson
Head of the Representative Commune
Temporary Spokesperson of the Allied States
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Secret telegram to Cyrus Lanier:
Dear Mr. Lanier,
Although you have been denied, those are the thoughts of the Representative Commune, and do not reflect the thoughts of the Allied Council in any regard. We have secretly sent you this telegram to let you know that we support and accept your offer, and wish to talk buisiness. Right now the Allied States may wish to deny you on account of morales, however they will soon see that morales have no place in war. We thank you.
Sincerely,
-CENSORED- -CLASSIFIED- -CENSORED-
Head of -CENSORED-
-CENSORED- director to King Toad's cabinet.

"Sir..."

Prime Minister Raslin sat at his desk, reviewing plans for a very large and expensive stadium in midgar, which would primarially be used for airsoft tournaments, airsoft being the national sport of Chellis.

"Yes, Zachary?"

"Sir, there is a large rebellion movement in the nation of Toad..."

"Get to the point, please."

"Well, they are a dictatorship and somewhat of a theocracy, and I believe if we supported a rebellion, we could end up having quite good relations with them."

"Getting involved in a rebel movement? We just moved out of isolation, do we really want somebody to blab, and have that bad PR on our hands?"

"I think we can do it quite clandestine. We had extensive practice in the past, and the ideas have been passed down for a long time..."

"I suppose. Look, try to open communications with some of the leaders of the rebellion faction, if possible. Tell them that if they can manage to gain control of a port city, or at least a dock of some kind, we are willing to send a few privateer boats, chellian mercenaries, and supplies for the movement. Ask the council, on my behalf, to hide the funds for helping this movement."

The aide walked out, eager to get his job done. Raslin just sighed. Powerplaying was done so often in chellian history, he didn't want to become like the monsters that were the Prechene.

OOC: King Toad II, lets assume that my men are trying to get that message to the rebels. You can decide if they get it, though I would prefer if you didn't intercept it,
OOC: We'll say it didn't get intercepted then, and the rebel leaders received it.

The latest World News Broadcast:
Yesturday, at approximately 5:08 pm, an assasination attempt on the King of the Allied States took place at the ceremonial Tri-lands yearly speech. The King was confirmed wounded, and was carried away to a undisclosed location. Ten men opened up on the ten most powerful political leaders of the Allied States government. Four of them are cofirmed dead, another two have died within the last few hours due to there wounds, and another is in critical care. The assasins seemed to have a completely succesful mission, except for the primary target, the King, whom is still believed to be alive. The assasins however were also all killed in the aftermath of the shooting... that is except for one... who was seen being driven off in a government van... and has now seemed to have... dissapeared. Many rebel groups have claimed responsibility for the attempt on the King's life, and intelligence reports that it may have been the work of a coalition of rebel groups. Reports of revolts all over the nation are being more and more common. The Allied States military is frantic in trying to quell the rebellion. All over, villages are being vandalized and left lawless after the revolts. And a... what's that... we have just received reports of a rebel march on the Toad capital! Ladies and gentlemen living in the Toad States, we believe it is best to stay indoors. We recommend that if you are not in the middle of the chaos, you gather up all your belongings and head to the safest place avilable...

OOC:
Wanderjar, if you do not wish to march on the capital as I mentioned that's fine. I just wanted to show that there is chaos everywhere, that's all.

"Sir, in King Toad's nation a rebellion is uprising!" the PM's aide told him.

"Great... We need to help those rebels. We do not tolerate dictators of this type (ooc: I'm fine with most dictators, but one that forces people to be vegan...and giving animals complete human rights...). But we have to do this secretly. Toad may declare war on us if he finds out."

3 hours later...

4 Oslean sniper assasins were boarding a flight to King Toad II, via business class flight. Their equipment and weapons would be dropped off to them in a forest by Alpha Squadron (A 5-plane team consisting of F/A 35 Talons).

Their mission? Find King Toad II and assasinate him.

(Ooc: If he's still alive. You never told us if that blood was just a sign of injury or near death.)
he's alive, just hiding in some god for saken safe house. Continue with your assasination. :)

Honoring the terms of the Jelly Bean Alliance, the constitutional Monarchy of the United Ed States formally declares war on the rebels trying to kill King Toad II. Within 12 hours, a squadron of support aircraft will be brought to a secure airfield, to help the loyalist force. Soon, men will be on there way.

Ok, this is what I've got after about ten minutes of work.

http://img95.imageshack.us/img95/7196/kingtoaday0.png
OOC: Kk, got it working. It looks good. Howabout we make it a Vietnem deal (atleast for a while). Flights and attacks are launched out of secure cities, "safe zones", into gurilla infested area. Then, guerillas attack us in our safe zone. It would be non-stop violence (maybe resulting in Saigon II... that's a scary thought...).

To: Dr. Fredrick Ericson
From: Cyrus Lainer

That is most regretable. We would be interested in seeing how long these morals last when your nation is caught in a bloody civil war.

Cyrus Lanier
Commandant
The Mercenary State of Nation of Fortune

****Secret IC****
To:????
From:MSoNoF

We are very gracious for your support. As a token of good will we will send someone to assist in the interrogation of the captured individual who attempted to assassinate your leader. We certainly hope you are not above such means as torture to extract information out of such scum. The agent I am sending goes by the name Ernine Esras.

We will discuss particulars about payment and how many troops to send as soon as you are ready for such particulars.

To: Dr. Fredrick Ericson
From: Cyrus Lainer

That is most regretable. We would be interested in seeing how long these morals last when your nation is caught in a bloody civil war.

Cyrus Lanier
Commandant
The Mercenary State of Nation of Fortune

****Secret IC****
To:????
From:MSoNoF

We are very gracious for your support. As a token of good will we will send someone to assist in the interrogation of the captured individual who attempted to assassinate your leader. We certainly hope you are not above such means as torture to extract information out of such scum. The agent I am sending goes by the name Ernine Esras.

We will discuss particulars about payment and how many troops to send as soon as you are ready for such particulars.
We thank you MSoNoF. This Esras fellow will hopefully have more luck than us with the interrogation. We ask that you begin sending men immediatly, and as for the people whom object to the use of mercanaries, most of them will probably be assasinated or kidnapped by rebels by the time your men arrive. And those who've survived that long will probably agree that we need your help. Please give a starting price. Also, make sure the first men to arrive are professional military trainers, for we wish to convert our lowly local loyalist militias into fierce anti-guerilla warriors.

Wanderjar, I'm afriad your absence of posts have lead me to believe that you no longer wish to rp as my rebels any longer. This is fine with me, but if you'd like to hold onto your position, make the rebels do something. Attack me for god's sake! Bomb a market! Free the animals at the zoo! Just do something! If I hear nothing from you within a few days of today, I will take over for the rebels.

OOC: I'll take the rebel position if he's going to drop it. I've got a bit of experience in these sort of things. Of course, some of my people will mysteriously appear in-country, along with the usual shipments of arms.

It'll be an entertaining distraction...

'Revolution is the cornerstone of change'

-Original Mercenary Soldiers National Motto

OOC: I'll take the rebel position if he's going to drop it. I've got a bit of experience in these sort of things. Of course, some of my people will mysteriously appear in-country, along with the usual shipments of arms.

It'll be an entertaining distraction...

'Revolution is the cornerstone of change'

-Original Mercenary Soldiers National Motto
OOC: Sounds good. If Wanderjar doesn't post within 24 hours of this post, go ahead and start rping as the rebels. King Toad's loyalist armies will respond to whatever attack you make, and hopefully we'll get this thread moving.

((OOC:Grumble grumble grumble, had a really nice and long post all made out, and then I had to go and be an idiot and accidently delete it all....))

A small airplane came into King Toad II's airspace. It was a fast transport airplane, and wasn't much to look at, but it got the job done. A petite woman was aboard, she had shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, and cold blue eyes. Her name was Ernine Esras, a name which roughly translated into "The Iron Maiden." Beside her sat a tall man with a bald head, his name was Adair Monroe, and military training was his specialty. Around them sat eight students of Monroe, all of which were fully capable of passing on their knowledge to those willing to accept it.

"This is Nofian aircraft x3fi, we are requesting permission to land for official business."

******
Several hundered miles away rested the island nation of Flaming Ninja Death, nothing more than a naval puppet for the Mercenary State of Nation of Fortune. It launched ten TSV-1X's each loaded with five hundered battle ready soldiers. The ships would be there within five days.

Message To: King Toad II
Message From: Confederacy of Khorvania
Subject: Rebellion

The Confederacy of Khorvania will stand by its ally King Toad II. We are preparing Army Group Toad to embark for your nation to help put down this rebellion. Hail King Toad II!

Army Group Toad consisted of the 5th Light, 1st and 2nd Heavy, and 1st Artillery Divisions, as well as the 4th and 5 Combat Engineer Brigades, 2nd and 3rd Medical Brigades, and 1st Special Forces Brigade. Army Group Toad would be delivered to its destination by the 1st Amphibious Battlegroup, escorted by the 1st Carrier Battlegroup, which would also provide air support once the army arrived. The carrier carried the elite 1st Fighter Wing, which had played a key role in repelling the Kombran invasion. Army Group Toad would be under the command of General Louis Reinheart.

ORBATs for divisions can be found in my signature.

The four assassins got off their flight. They looked like businessmen at first glance, being well dressed with their suits and briefcases.

A security guard, apparently bored, struck up a conversation with one of the assassins.

"So what brings you to King Toad's glorious country?"

"Uh....business ventures."

"Really? What company?"

"Uh..." He made one up. "CalCorp Paints."

"Hmm... Well then have a great time here."

The assassins called a cab to take them to a nearby forest, when one of the assassins got a text message.

FROM: Mr. X
cant bring in water guns. 2 many mil units defending da sky. planes will fall down.


He quickly deleted the text message and told the cab to just take them to the nearest restaurant. They all got out of the cab, when the assassin broke the news.

"We'll have to find our own "water guns". Old folks back at home can't fly our supplies here.. We'll have to steal them from a military base...."

((OOC:Grumble grumble grumble, had a really nice and long post all made out, and then I had to go and be an idiot and accidently delete it all....))

A small airplane came into King Toad II's airspace. It was a fast transport airplane, and wasn't much to look at, but it got the job done. A petite woman was aboard, she had shoulder length strawberry blonde hair, and cold blue eyes. Her name was Ernine Esras, a name which roughly translated into "The Iron Maiden." Beside her sat a tall man with a bald head, his name was Adair Monroe, and military training was his specialty. Around them sat eight students of Monroe, all of which were fully capable of passing on their knowledge to those willing to accept it.

"This is Nofian aircraft x3fi, we are requesting permission to land for official business."

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Several hundered miles away rested the island nation of Flaming Ninja Death, nothing more than a naval puppet for the Mercenary State of Nation of Fortune. It launched ten TSV-1X's each loaded with five hundered battle ready soldiers. The ships would be there within five days.
A muffled voice answered over the radio, "Copy that, Cherokee Nofian X 3 Fi. Please hold-" The man flicked the switch on his control tower panel to "intercom 2". "Sir, your aircraft is here", said the control tower man. "Roger that, thank you for the good news. Clear them into the military airway. We'll have men to meet them once they touch down," said a large man in a all khaki outfit. "Yes sir," responded the control tower officer. "Cherokee Nofian X 3 Fi, you are cleared for landing. Please set coordinates for military airfield runway 32, we'll guide you in once you get close. Unless you want to get hit by a stray RPG, fly high and around major cities. Approch from the south as from almost every other direction we are facing...", he trailed off as he looked to the north, seeing smoke and hearing the occasional explosion. The skyline was almost non-existant, and the few remaining buildings were riddled with shell holes. "Just approach from the north, and follow our instructions. Thank you." He switched his intercom back to 2 and began to radio in the present situation.

The planes of the 1st Transport Wing roared over King Toad II's skies. These would carry an advance force, the 1st Airborne Division, to the battle scene. Since they were not embarking in a hostile environmental, they let their planes land them rather than jump and parachute out. The planes touched down one by one at the airport. The paratroopers decided that it was a good change of pace to be landing gently rather than jumping.

Once all the paratroopers had landed, they began to survey the area for potential threats. Once they concluded that there were none, they radioed King Toad's palace, informing them that they were ready for action and that he need only tell them where to go.

The four assassins got off their flight. They looked like businessmen at first glance, being well dressed with their suits and briefcases.

A security guard, apparently bored, struck up a conversation with one of the assassins.

"So what brings you to King Toad's glorious country?"

"Uh....business ventures."

"Really? What company?"

"Uh..." He made one up. "CalCorp Paints."

"Hmm... Well then have a great time here."

The assassins called a cab to take them to a nearby forest, when one of the assassins got a text message.

FROM: Mr. X
cant bring in water guns. 2 many mil units defending da sky. planes will fall down.


He quickly deleted the text message and told the cab to just take them to the nearest restaurant. They all got out of the cab, when the assassin broke the news.

"We'll have to find our own "water guns". Old folks back at home can't fly our supplies here.. We'll have to steal them from a military base...."
OOC: Breaking into a military base won't be hard considering mahem and chaos and anarchy is now becoming rampid and military bases are falling left and right. As soon as the rebels post (whoever winds up getting control of them) then I'll post which bases are "up for grabs".

The planes of the 1st Transport Wing roared over King Toad II's skies. These would carry an advance force, the 1st Airborne Division, to the battle scene. Since they were not embarking in a hostile environmental, they let their planes land them rather than jump and parachute out. The planes touched down one by one at the airport. The paratroopers decided that it was a good change of pace to be landing gently rather than jumping.

Once all the paratroopers had landed, they began to survey the area for potential threats. Once they concluded that there were none, they radioed King Toad's palace, informing them that they were ready for action and that he need only tell them where to go.
OOC: Can we just say they landed at a airport located within Blempk City? That's right near the action and I hope to make that the allied stronghold.
IC: Several men in Khaki uniforms holding AK-74's and RPK's drove up to the Khorvanian soldeirs. A man with two bars on his collar got out of the vehicle, and along with two bodyguards, jogged over to one of the Khorvanian soldeirs. "Who's in charge of this outfit, soldeir?", asked the man. Before letting him answer, the officer continued, "and whoever he is, bring me to him, I got a message from the Toad command, ordered to be hand delivered by me."

A World News report within the past hour:
"Today, Toad government has announced a state of emergency, as hundreds of citezins have raised arms in open revolt against the Toad regime. Khorvania has arrived on the scene, it is rumored that foreign assasin gruops have arrived in the allied states, it is believed mercanaries from an unkown nation are on there way, and King Toad has now officialy gone into hiding. Loyalist militias are the only thing left to prevent there towns and villages from plunging into anarchy, and often into rebel control. The professional Toad military is most certainly overwhelmed with the chaos. They promise the local militias to keep fighting, and that help will arrive soon, but it has yet to some. A leader of the rebel groups has yet to reveal himself, but it is quite evident that atleast to some point, these assaults on government facilities are organized and undoubtably under controol and being commanded by one gruop. The seige on Blempk city rages, as the north side of the city is most certainly a uncontrolled area. Government forces are getting pushed farther na dfarther back, as rebels take control of more and more... check in soon as updates continue on the turmoil in the allied states. In other news, a baby was born with three heads today..."

Major General Louis Rheinhart was driven to the scene in an armored car. Stepping out of the vehicle, he saw the Toad officer, and asked to see the message.

Meanwhile, the division's 100 88mm and 105mm air-droppable artillery pieces opened fire on rebel positions on the north side of the city. After this light bombardment, the paratroopers, led by MTV-Serio I light tanks, began to advance against the rebel troops.

One of the assassins disguised as businessmen reacted calmly, as if he actually was a businessman. "We're businessmen on a company retreat. Dang airline messed up the delivery of our luggage, so we just decided to hike in our suits." The assassin hoped his quickly concocted reply would work on him.

"We find this place quite charming. Now, what's with the gun? Trying to find a criminal 'round here? You're the first bunch of people we've seen in a while.."

OOC: Sorry, I edited the original post instead of making a new one. Whatever.

IC: "Oh, if that's it, what company do you work for, and may I see your business card?" asked Dessler.

"We...uh...our business cards were in our luggage." A lousy reply by the assassin, but It would have to do. "We work for Snackums Corp. You know, the company that make Choco Pellets."

(Dang! The Oslean International Intelligence Agency forgot to assign us fake business cards!) one of the assassins thought to himself.

"Well. Seems unusual that a business leave would be taken to a country going through a civil war," said Dessler, making the slightest motion with his head. Privates Miller and Jamison saw the motion and circled around behind the men.

"Yeah. We wanted another country, but they said this was cheapest. Cheap Company President..."

A live radio microphone cleverly placed in each of the assassin's ties kept the OIIA up to date with their condition.

"Sounds like they're in trouble. Keep tabs on the situation and tell me if they get out of this alive... We'll probably have to fight this with brute force if they perish..." The man in charge at the OIIA told the woman monitoring the radio feed.

"Well, maybe you should come back with us to HQ. We could get you some regular clothes and maybe even talk to you about your cheap president," said Dessler. Miller and Jamison prodded them ever so slightly with their bayonets to encourage them.

OOC: I'll probably be gone for 20 minutes to 9 hours, don't be surprised if i don't answer.

"Well, maybe you should come back with us to HQ. We could get you some regular clothes and maybe even talk to you about your cheap president," said Dessler. Miller and Jamison prodded them ever so slightly with their bayonets to encourage them.

OOC: Might as well do one last reply.

IC:

"Ow!" The assassins disguised as businessmen obliged and went along with the squad of soldiers to HQ.

The soldiers blindfolded the "businessmen" and led them back to division HQ. They were then sent to intelligence HQ. Military intelligence had long been known as contradiction in terms, but Khorvania's military intelligence was known for its efficiency. The men had their blindfolds removed and were told to strip down completely. They were then given replacement clothes (prison fatigues from the military police section) and locked in a cell in a local jail and placed under guard. The analysists found the microphones in their neckties and removed them.

The cell door was opened and their interrogator strode in. Guards with rifles at the ready were ready to respond to an escape attempt. "We found bugs in your neckties," said the interrogator. This man was big and broad, standing nearly seven feet tall. He had an intense, intimidating face. "You've been lying to us," he said, leaning in closer. "And I don't like liars. You are going to tell me who you really are and who you work for," he said, "or there will be some serious trouble." The interrogator cracked his knuckles and was handed a sparking electric cattle prod by one of the guards. "Is that understood?"

Oh yeah, this is my alternate file that I RP with in Earth II. Used it by accident.

Major General Louis Rheinhart was driven to the scene in an armored car. Stepping out of the vehicle, he saw the Toad officer, and asked to see the message.

Meanwhile, the division's 100 88mm and 105mm air-droppable artillery pieces opened fire on rebel positions on the north side of the city. After this light bombardment, the paratroopers, led by MTV-Serio I light tanks, began to advance against the rebel troops.
The message given to the Khorvanian officer read:
Welcome to our little war. Hope you experienced little resistance if any coming in. Here are our allied priorities:
1. Establish a allied HQ to which we may defend from if necessary.
2. Use artillary to bombard all rebel locations for all allied personnel, but please do it sparingly in the western edge of the city, the residential area. You may bombard all you want in the Northern area of the city, however, for this is the industrial section, and all workers should have been evacuated by now. Also, allied forces have yet to reach the far north reaches.
3. HOLD THE AIRFEILDS! The military airfield and the Blempk City International Airport next to it are primary targets for the rebels. Both may and are being used as government support centers, flying in reinforcements and launching airstrikes into the rebel positions. Without the airfields, our cause is as good as lost.

...Meanwhile, the division's 100 88mm and 105mm air-droppable artillery pieces opened fire on rebel positions on the north side of the city. After this light bombardment, the paratroopers, led by MTV-Serio I light tanks, began to advance against the rebel troops.
OOC: Sorry to whoever I said can rp as the rebels. You still can, but let me just rp as them for this one post... to get the "ball rolling" and such.
IC: Rebel forces withdrew to the far northern reaches of the city after the intense bombardement and advance. The 2nd Loyalist Militia and 1st Guards Battalion advanced behind the Khorvanian paratroopers as there light tanks moved in. However, as the tanks moved up, they faced block by block battles. Frequently, a RPG would fly out of a window, explode a light tank into flames, and then the shooter would disappear. Sniper attacks were frequent. Finally, the rebels covered their slow retreat with home made mines, trip wires, blockades in the streets to prevent the tanks pursuit of them, and the occasional rigged building, set to detonate at the click of a button from miles away.

OOC: If every active nation in this war would every so often post there military whereabouts, that would be great, so we may know where eachother truly is.

King Toad's major cities:
Blempk City = State of anarchy (Northern section under rebel control, southern and central allied.)
Endriech = last loyalist transmission sent from Toad government forces inside Endreich was as follows: "Rebels destroyed last defence, we are destroying everthing, many already surrendured, fleeing to mountains, will try to contact you when safe."
Cirfore = State of anarchy all over. Outnumbered local police and soldeirs are attempting to take shelter within the bunkers. Rebels are held off for now but more are coming...
North Coorin (the northernmost city in the allied states) = Nothing but local militias holding it off. Last transmission read: "Reports indicate they are going to cut the transmission lines within the hour, and almost all wireless communication devices have been destroyed. We will have no other way to contact you. Our last helicopter we sent out was hit within a minute of take off by hand held SAM's and RPG's. We request immediate help. We are facing attack after attack and we're being constantly harrased by mortors.
Sin Feou = Fought off last major attack. Temporarily peaceful...
Lakeside = Under complete rebel control. They have recently destroyed the last of the loyalists.
Entransa Heights = The villages surrounding the city are being hit pretty hard... but the city remains intact as of yet...
Port Krig Soarm = Seige on the city from the west, as the north, south, and eastern part of the city is surrounded by ocean. The western half of the city has plunged into complete anarchy. The loyalist forces remain strong... but transport ships are waiting outside the city just on case...

King Toad's military:

1st Light Infantry Army consisting of about 100,000 men, under command of Field Marshal Z. Rayfalder is now in Port Krig Soarm. Casulties are very high.
2nd Light Infantry Army consisting of about 100,000 men, under the command of General G. Yault is in Blempk City, taking incredibly high casulties. They have recently began to fight alongside our Khorvanian allies.
3rd Light Infantry Army consisting of about 100,000 men, under the command of General E. Hampton are under seige from rebels in scattered villages surrounding Entransa Heights.
4th Light Infantry Army consisting of about 90,000 men, once under the command of General T. Werner, now under the command of General Daniel Topells after a sniper killed Werner, is taking heavy fire from there bunkers surrounding Cirfore.
5th Armored Infantry Support Regiment consisting of about 2,000 menunder the command of Colonel A. Teel, is providing cover and firing support for the allies fighting in and around Blempk City.
6th Armored Infantry Support Regiment consisting of about 2,000 men under the command of Colonel K. Winchester where abouts are unknown. They were in Endreich when it fell... almost all support equipment is presumed destroyed or captured, and the survivors of the regiment are probably fleeing the city to get to the mountains.
7th Armored Infantry Support Regiment consisting of about 2,000 men once under the command of the late Colonel B. Daniel, who was in a jeep when it was hit by a grenade and blown off a 20 story high bridge, now under Colonel U. Waters command, is fighting in Sin Feou, where they have already lost many men.
8th Mechanized Infantry Division consisting of about 15,000 menunder the command of Lt. General N. Valence is under heavy fire as they advance in Blempk City, fighting alongside their allies.
9th Light Infantry Division under the command of Lt. General Y. Mitchum is fighting in Sin Feou alongside the 7th Armored Infantry Support Regiment.
10th Motorized Infantry Army consisting of about 90,000 men under the command of General H. Frankfurt is split up all over the city of Port Krig Soarm after a massive attck upon the city left the high command baffled.
11th Light Infantry Division consisting of about 13,500 men under the command of Major General C. Sanders is somewhere between Port Krig Soarm and Blempk City. they were half way to Blempk City when they fell under attack from all directions. they are most likely besieged at the village of Rolling Hills... but it is not known if any of them are even alive and not captured.
12th Air Force Division consisting of about 10,000 men under the command of Lt. General W. Roberts is constantly flying missions out of Blempk City Military Airport. They are attempting to fly cover missions, transport troops, attack rebel strongholds, and fly reconissnace missions, but their resources are limited, and unfortuantley for them, there aren't that many of them.
{1st Fighter Wing (about 15 squadrons of F-16's and F-15's)
{2nd Airlift Wing (several C-17's and other varied aircraft)
{3rd Bomber Squadron (8 B-52 squadrons)
{4th Air Control Squadron (several AWACs aircraft, etc.)
{5th Special Operations Squadron (low altitude attack aircraft (A-10's ect.) and Blackhawks with Apache escorts)
13th Marine Expeditionary Regiment consisting of about 1,000 men under the command of Colonel T. Quincy is stationed in and working out of Blempk City. They are taking heavy casulties, and performing recon., attack and "sweep" missions all over the city.

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To all nations which have embassies within the Allied States: As the fighting in Blempk City continues, embassies become in a much more dangerous position. The Toad Government asks all nations to evacuate there embassies. They have become targets for rebels, as well as local gang leaders who have seized control during the anarchy. If you wish to not risk your diplomats lives' by evacuating your embassy on the ground, we suggest you send a air transport... and fast. We will attempt to assist you in your nation's evacuation of there embassy. Each embassy has been sent a emergency evacuation route, detailing the safest ways to get to the Int. Airport, a safe place, where they may find a way home. We thank you for your... patience.

The following units are being flown in now. They will all have arrived within about 10 hours.
18th Special Operations and Reconissance Company, 250 men
13th Marine Expeditionary Division, 1,400 men
16th Army- Light Infantry Detachement, 120,000 men

They will be flown in by C-17's and C-130's from the:
20th Air Wing Brigade containing 2,200 men
Who will then be permanantly stationed at the Blemk Airport, where we will establish a fort to defend from.

Also being flown over is
10 F-15 squadrons (90 planes) and 16 B-1b bombers (2 squadrons), and 100 Apache, 100 Blackhawk helicopters permanently deployed to the Blemk Airport

They will begin missions with the Khorvanian and Toad allies once flown in.

"Roger that, we will be making our descent shortly."

The pilot maneuvered the craft so it would come up on the south side of the airport. Within several minutes they had landed. The ten soldiers stepped of the aircraft, each of them wearing an identical uniform. Ernine made a gesture and they started walking towards the terminal, hoping to find someone to point them in the right direction.

To all nations which have embassies within the Allied States: As the fighting in Blempk City continues, embassies become in a much more dangerous position. The Toad Government asks all nations to evacuate there embassies. They have become targets for rebels, as well as local gang leaders who have seized control during the anarchy. If you wish to not risk your diplomats lives' by evacuating your embassy on the ground, we suggest you send a air transport... and fast. We will attempt to assist you in your nation's evacuation of there embassy. Each embassy has been sent a emergency evacuation route, detailing the safest ways to get to the Int. Airport, a safe place, where they may find a way home. We thank you for your... patience.
The Constitutional Monarchy of the United Ed States will send in our own people to air transport our diplomats. We also offer a flight to any other embassies within the Nation of Toad who wish to be safley air evacuated, assuming it goes smoothly. The nations most elite special forces unit will take care of the evacuation, and you therefore have nothing to worry about. (Khorvania, us having an alliance and the related, would you like me to evac. your embassy? This will probably turn into some sort of rp fun, otherwise the whole embassy thing probably wouldn't have come up.)

"Roger that, we will be making our descent shortly."

The pilot maneuvered the craft so it would come up on the south side of the airport. Within several minutes they had landed. The ten soldiers stepped of the aircraft, each of them wearing an identical uniform. Ernine made a gesture and they started walking towards the terminal, hoping to find someone to point them in the right direction.
A jeep, riddled with bullet holes, holding four men who didn't look much better than the jeep pulled up to the ten people from the plane. The jeep was followed by a large van, undoubtably sent to pick the foreigners up. The jeep stopped, and out strode a man in a very important looking uniform, wearing a officers' cap and a sidearm larger than the hubcap of the jeep. "Hello, and welcome to the Allied States!" he said cheerily as a bomb exploded in the distance. "Is a Mr. Ernine Esras here?" His driver whispered something into his left ear. "Oh... are you sure? Very well. Is a Ms.
Esras here?" He looked at the important looking female standing before him. "You may follow me," he said as he motioned to the transport vehicles. "We have much to discuss." The officer got into his truck and said, "we best be off right away. It's a long ride... after all, we have to drive around the minefeild and rebel snipers!", he half laughed as he spoke.
OOC: So many people on at this time. It's quite cool.

The 15th Elite Company Guards Division is being helicoptered into the Blemk Airport, where, at sunrise, they would begin to prepare for there rescue mission...

By now, the following units are in Blemk Airport. They have established a base:
The 15th Elite Company Guards Division, 10,000 men
18th Special Operations and Reconissance Company, 250 men
13th Marine Expeditionary Division, 1,400 men
16th Army- Light Infantry Detachement, 120,000 men
20th Air Wing Brigade containing 2,200 men, which includes 10 F-15e squadrons (90 planes) and 16 B-1b bombers (2 squadrons), and 100 Apache, 100 Blackhawk helicopters permanently deployed to the Blemk Airport.

Also, our 19th Naval Attack Brigade (about 2150 men), under the command of Comodore (Major General) J. Watson, containing 2 Kirov Class Battlecruisers, 4 Duke Class General Purpose Frigates and many transports holding the 1st Light Infantry Battalion (about 640 men), under the command of Lt. Colonel B. Jackson, is departing for Port Krig Sour within the hour. They will help the Toad men regain control of the city once there. It will however take about a week to get everyone there.

The rebels were fighting a stubborn rear-guard defense. Sixteen tanks had been destroyed or damaged enough to take them out of action by RPGs and mines. The elite paratroopers did well against the rebels in the streets but were harassed by snipers and RPGs from buildings. All of the snipers had been brought up to the front. Grenades were thrown through the windows of every building, and rocket launchers were used to shave off the tops. The light tanks fired at the buildings' bases to bring them down on the rebels. So far, the division had suffered around 600 casualties, with 117 confirmed fatalities.

One regiment had been pulled back along with twenty of the light tanks and the entire division's air defense artillery to defend the airports.

Meanwhile, the 1st Amphibious Assault Division approached the shores of Toad and began to split up. The 1st Heavy Division and 1st Special Forces Brigade landed at Cirfore to reinforce the besieged loyalists. The pilots of the 1st Fighter Wing flew strafing missions against exposed rebel positions but did not use their bombs so as not to cause any collateral damage.

Endreich, which had been occupied by enemy forces, came under the bombardment of Revion-class battleship KIS Nemesis, with support from the Kelis-class cruiser KIS Malevolent. Under the cover of their guns, the 2nd Heavy Division and 5th Combat Engineer Brigade landed to retake the island.

North Coorin, being overrun by rebels, was also a priority to assist. The Ticonderoga-class cruisers KIS Howler and KIS Tyrant, the Kelis-class cruiser KIS Specter, a pair of Arleigh Burke-class destroyers, and three Tritus-class frigates put the rebel positions under heavy bombardment, while the two Supply-class vessels brought in much needed food, fuel, and ammunition.

The 5th Light Division began a rapid march to reinforce Entransa Heights, and the 1st Artillery Division as well. The 4th Combat Engineer Brigade was sent towards the capital to assist in demolitions, mine removal, and the fortification of the airports. The 2nd Medical Brigade accompanied them to help wounded civilians and soldiers, while the 3rd Medical Brigade was sent to Sin Feou to help treat casualties.

Kreynoria;11776109']The soldiers blindfolded the "businessmen" and led them back to division HQ. They were then sent to intelligence HQ. Military intelligence had long been known as contradiction in terms, but Khorvania's military intelligence was known for its efficiency. The men had their blindfolds removed and were told to strip down completely. They were then given replacement clothes (prison fatigues from the military police section) and locked in a cell in a local jail and placed under guard. The analysists found the microphones in their neckties and removed them.

The cell door was opened and their interrogator strode in. Guards with rifles at the ready were ready to respond to an escape attempt. "We found bugs in your neckties," said the interrogator. This man was big and broad, standing nearly seven feet tall. He had an intense, intimidating face. "You've been lying to us," he said, leaning in closer. "And I don't like liars. You are going to tell me who you really are and who you work for," he said, "or there will be some serious trouble." The interrogator cracked his knuckles and was handed a sparking electric cattle prod by one of the guards. "Is that understood?"

One of the assassins, having trouble keeping his calm, shouted, "We told you! We're only businessmen! I swear I didn't even know those bugs were there!!! The President of the company must be spying on us or something!!"

Back at OIIA Headquarters...
"They found out. We lost contact of them sir. The bugs in the neckties have been removed, we don't even know if they're alive of dead," the woman that was listening to everything said on the microphone responded.

"I...I don't know what to do. We better contact the army on this, to try to get in there stealthily with a small task force..." the man in charge at the OIIA said.

The phone rang at the table. Someone picked it up. "Oslean Army. What is the situation?"

"We need your tactical teams to analyze their defences and conduct an offensive if it is possible."

"Yes sir. Do we have a contact at their country?"

"No. All four of them were captured. We'll send a UAV to check the situation. After we know what they have you will plan an offensive. Preferably stealthily."

"Yes sir. We await your reply."

The UAV was sent in an innocent looknig semi truck to King Toad II's nation, and stopped just outside the boreders to let the UAV out. It was only equipped with two Hellfire missiles and adapted to equip a KPV heavy machine gun.

"I told you to stop lying," screamed the interrogator, showering the man with spit. He grabbed him by the collar of his suit, lifted him three feet off the ground, and shoved the electrified rod to within one inch of his face. "Who are you!"

"I told you to stop lying," screamed the interrogator, showering the man with spit. He grabbed him by the collar of his suit, lifted him three feet off the ground, and shoved the electrified rod to within one inch of his face. "Who are you!"

The assassin stared squarely into the point of the electrified rod. Where was his cyanide pills when he needed them?

"I...I...I... Fine. I'm a secret agent. Sent to kill King Toad II."

The other three men just stared at him in horror.

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The UAV couldn't see anything. The operator then saw above him, a fighter jet, flying above.

"Fighter Jets confirmed. How many, I can't tell." The operator of the UAV reported.

"Try the airport. That's where most of the units should be stationed."

The UAV flew into King Toad II's nation, searching for a city with an airport. The operator kept a map of the nation beside him, for reference.

"Blempk City."

"You have enough fuel to fly there?"

"I'd assume, Yeah. Heading there right now."

"Alright, good luck. Don't get that thing shot down. I've heard there's lots of infantry and tanks n' stuff around. Make sure when you fly into the border, you don't encounter any border patrol."

The interrogator dropped the man in a heap on the floor. He turned to the next one in line. "Who sent you," he asked. For emphasis, he jabbed the third man in the groin with the cattle prod.

The man jabbed with the prod collapsed in pain and crumpled up on the ground. They needed an fake answer quick, or they'd be tormented with the cattle prod. They couldn't tell them that they were actually from Oslea.

"We're mercenaries. We were just hired by an anonymous client."

OOC: I assume we've hit the 24-hour mark?

Off the Coast of King Toad's kingdom

With a rush of water, a black silent shape appeared out of the water like an ancient behmoth. There was the faint hush of whispered voices and then a faint splash as several rubber boats were lowered into the water. Dark figures scrambled into them and the boats began making their way to shore. Twenty minutes later the boats had made landfall and the soldeirs on board were fanning out and securing a perimeter, while others began deflating the boats and burying them.

Kilani Spetznaz had finally arrived.

Okay, so first of all, tell us where they are landing on a map. Secondly, what is landing? How many troops? What kind of ship? And WTF is a Spetznatz? Sounds like some kind of candy that comes out of those dispensers with cartoon heads.

OOC: I assume we've hit the 24-hour mark?
But of course.
:)

OOC: You're lucky I'm busy... otherwise... *shakes fist*

A short man with a scar goin down his jaw and his young driver, each of them in a citizen issue green spraypainted humvee pulled up to the entrance of the large guard gate in front of the military airport within Blempk City. The two men each looked to the guard who appeared out of the tallbox. The guard, knowing that many men who had joined the military since the rebellion began had not been issued security picture ID cards, decided they looked honest as you get. He looked at the patches on there arms, and saw they were from a Government Elite Guards Unit, and decided that's as best identification as he's going to get. "Pass", he muttered to the men. The short man motioned to the driver, and they continued through the gate. They saw the sign pointing to the airport HQ, but didn't follow the indicated road. They drove through an empty wharehouse that once held the emergency weapons, which have now all been carried off for use by the Toad army. They continued driving for about fifteen minutes. Finally the driver came to a large seemingly abandoned bunker. The driver stopped and looked to the short officer for advice. The officer motioned onto the dirt road that continued straight into the underground part of the bunker. They drove and adventully found themselves in a concrete parking lot, with few and sparatic cars scattered here and there. The two men got out and walked over to a unoccupied booth. The man said something into a unoccupied microphone, with the "on" light in the off position. "Sir, it's off...," said the driver. The officer smiled. He looked over to a split in the concrete wall. It opened up and revealed another room. They strolled nervously over to the opening and walked up a flight of stairs. They approached a man at a desk. As if he knew why they were here, the man at the desk showed them to a room, past many armed guards. Each room they passed on the way was filled with several argueing high ranking Toad officers over battleplans and tactics. When they finaaly arrived at a room with a large blast door and no windows, they entered and looked around. At a table sat several generals of the Toad army, and at the end of the table, sat King Toad II. He had a large bandage around his torso and from what they could see, even a sprint on his leg. "Gentlemen, I trust you've brought the reconnisance papers?," stated King Toad II. "Yes my King, here they are my lord," said the officer as he motioned to his driver to stay where he was. He handed the papers he produced out of a pocket to King Toad, and to the generals and cabinet officials. "No need for the title, son, it's just us here after all," remarked the King about the use of the words "King" and "Lord". The officer gave a fake smile. "Gentlemen", King Toad read to the men at the table, "intelligence and our reconnissance done by the 13th Marine Expeditionary Regiment indicate the possibitlity of a rebel encirclement of the capital. As you know, the fighting is getting pretty bad in some spots, so bad the capitol building had to be evacuated... And if the rebels encircle this city, we'll have to rely on air transportation to get supplies. We must not let the rebels get around this city. We must keep them back to the north of the city, so they don't have the chance to encircle us!" The generals glanced around, most shaking there heads in agreement. "Get me the front," the King told a passing secretary. "the FRONT, sir?," she asked surprised. "Yes Ms. Carly! The war honey! Where the fighting is!," Toad said. "Right... errrrrr... right away sir!," she obliged.

Renewed casulty report:
2nd Light Infantry Army consisting of about 100,000 men, under the command of General G. Yault in Blempk City:
About 1,000 men have fallen dead or are wounded due to snipers and fast attacks. Many died in a battle today which resulted in close hand to hand combat. Morale is non-existent.
5th Armored Infantry Support Regiment consisting of about 2,000 men under the command of Colonel A. Teel who's fighting in and around Blempk City. Over 300 men are dead or wounded.
8th Mechanized Infantry Division consisting of about 15,000 men under the command of Lt. General N. Valence in Blempk City. About 200 are dead or wounded.
12th Air Force Division consisting of about 10,000 men under the command of Lt. General W. Roberts in Blempk City Military Airport:
Today, 2 Apaches were downed in downtown Blempk City. Another Blackhawk, sent to rescue the Apache's crew, were downed right near the Apache crash site. Finally, after several bombing runs from F-15 and F-16 fighters left the rebel AA guns nuetralized, another two Blackhawks rescued the survivors of the 3 downed aircrafts, although most downed pilots and crew were killed before rescue arrived. This leaves 6 dead and 3 wounded.

OOC: You're lucky I'm busy... otherwise... *shakes fist*
Come on! Busy or not, join the fun... and killing... and all sorts of enjoyable turmoil.
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Kreynoria;11784799']Okay, so first of all, tell us where they are landing on a map. Secondly, what is landing? How many troops? What kind of ship? And WTF is a Spetznatz? Sounds like some kind of candy that comes out of those dispensers with cartoon heads.
lol

Several men in a three car caravan pulled up before the Khorvanian sector of the airport. One man got out of his vehicle and ran into the building designated Khorvanian HQ. He located the man in charge, and handed him this letter:
OFFICIAL TRANSMISSION TO BE DELIVERED TO KHORVANIAN HQ,
TO COMMANDING OFFICER OF KHORVANIAN FORCES.
Dear Sir,
We have recently heard reports of a capture and interrogation of several infiltrators, sent here to assasinate our great leader. If you wish to continue interrogation, you may by all means continue. However, if you wish to turn him over to us, we will definately accept. If your interrogation goes unsuccesful, we would like to try our hand at the interrogation detail. However, if your interrogation is succesful, and they are confirmed assasins and spies, we wish they to be turned over to us, so we may treat them as such. They will be executed immediatly because of the dirty pieces of scum and filth which they are!
We thank you for your cooperation.
Sincerely,
King Toad II
King of the Great Nation of the Allied States

SEALED: May the Toad Empire and it's mighty allies live in prosperity forever!

The sun began to set. Within a half hour, all you could see were flashes of light from gunfire in the distance. Occasionaly a racing technical would soar past the outer road outside the United Ed States Embassy. Most rebels wouldn't bother with the embassy, but within the day two had. Only 15 armed guards were stationed at the Ed States Embassy, and there firepower consisted of 15 M-4 carbines and a few grenades. So far, although they've been shot at, no people inside the embassy were hurt. But things got bad last night. A group of rebels set on taking out the embassy came and fired several RPG's into the outer wall. Several blew cracks in the wall, but none really penetrated. Then they gave up on the RPG's and brought in ladders. They attempted to scale the walls with makeshift ladders. but every time one of them would make it up to the top of the 20ft wall, they would be shot back down by guards stationed on the roof and in windows of the main complex building. The embassy staff knew they would be back tonight.
The telephone lines had been cut, and know the only form of communication was a low tech. radio. So far, 80 diplomats and embassy staff, 45 diplomats within the the nation of Toad who fled to the embassy and 85 ed states refugees were taking shelter in the compound. They were told tonight they would be rescued. It was a race against time to save them.
All neccassary precautions were taken. The top secret information packets were burned, and the computers smashed. The Ed States government access codes were destroyed and the confidential documents were shredded. Now, all there was to do was wait...

Major Koffman looked at his watch. It was 10:02 pm. They were right on time. He blew a whistle and 250 men piled into several Black hawk helicoptors. Two F-15's with several hundred pound bombs were to fly around the embassy, to destroy it once all people were evacuated. Five Apache helicopters with hellfire missiles and gatling gun rounds took off to escort the Black hawks. The Major looked at his watch again. 10:08 pm. "We're 1 minute behind schedule, HUSSLE LADIES!," screamed the Major. Before long they were off and en route to the Ed States embassy...

At 10:24 pm, several rebels outside of the Ed States embassy, awaiting for orders to attack, heard rotors. They picked up there AK-47's, AK-74's and RPK's and looked for the target. Several helicopters came towards them. They opened fire. The Apaches raced towards the men and opened up with there gattleing guns. The twenty or thirty rebels were mowed down. The few survivors ran for one of the cars and drove down the street. A rocket smashed into the vehicle and burst into flame. The 18th Special Operations and Reconissance Company with 250 men came pouring out of the Black hawks as they came down two by two on the roof of the embassy. Within 20 minutes, all 250 men were out and covering the area. The Apaches circled as the Black hawks loaded up. They calculated it would take about 3 trips to take everyone. The Black hawks took off once more, loaded with refugees. Major Koffman looked at his watch. It was 10:49 pm. "Not too bad...," he said to himself. Just then a bullet wizzed by his head. Screams came over the Special Ops. radio. "WE'VE GOT SNIPERS ON THE ROOFS!" Koffman looked up. A large office building in front of them had flames of various rounds shooting out of it. "TAKE UP POSITIONS!" yelled koffman. The refugees and diplomats remaining headed for the basement level, while the 18th Company took to the roofs. RPG's were fired at th roof of the embassy and grenades were chucked over the walls. Soon men started to pour over the walls. The 18th aimed there SAW's at the wall to suppress the men trying to get over. Bullets wizzed all around. It was at this point a bullet hit Koffman. He dragged himself over to the side. He would recieve a radio message within a hour stating: "REBEL FIRE TOO GREAT! RECALLING ALL APACHES - THEY ARE TAKING TOO MUCH FIRE. HOLD OUT THE NIGHT ATLEAST. WE'LL COME IN WITH MORE MEN SOON! TAKE COVER WHENEVER ABLE!"
Koffman knew he'd have to hold out with only 250 men against hundreds. These innocents' lives depended upon him. Soon, the F-15's would drop there bombs, get low on gas and leave. Then they'd be all alone... it's all up to him and his men...

((OOC: Sorry, my computer decided to go to hell in a hand basket, and I had to buy a new harddrive because my other one thought it would be funny to corrupt itself, and make itself entirely useless.))

All of the Nofians were as solid as stone, not a one of them was affected by the comments of the officer.

"I would be Ms. Esras, and I agree we should be on our way. It's been so long since I've got to torture someone," she smiled a wicked smile as she thought of torturing someone, "at least two weeks. LOAD UP MEN!"

The soldiers hustled past her, and into the vehicles. She walked behind them, making sure the soldiers under her recieved the better accommodations in the vehicles.

((OOC: Sorry, my computer decided to go to hell in a hand basket, and I had to buy a new harddrive because my other one thought it would be funny to corrupt itself, and make itself entirely useless.))

All of the Nofians were as solid as stone, not a one of them was affected by the comments of the officer.

"I would be Ms. Esras, and I agree we should be on our way. It's been so long since I've got to torture someone," she smiled a wicked smile as she thought of torturing someone, "at least two weeks. LOAD UP MEN!"

The soldiers hustled past her, and into the vehicles. She walked behind them, making sure the soldiers under her recieved the better accommodations in the vehicles.
((OOC: That's quite alright. You should attempt to keep that rebelious uncooperative little hard drive in line, though. Smack it around a bit. Maybe take it outside and hit it with a baseball bat a few times....))

The trucks containing Esras' team drove until it got to the main air complex building. Finally, they arrived at a backlot outside of a hanger. Attack helicopters and aircraft were taking off and landing, going about there normal routine of missions and the related. The trucks stopped and everyone disembarked. The whole lot walked over to a large door. Once inside, a Private showed them to a second floor gruop of rooms. Each member of the team were given a large room, with a bed, generous sized table, and the usual accomidations. Ms. Esras received a exceptionally large room, with a nice view of the Southern Blempk skyline. The Private handed her several notices explianing the technicalities of the Toad situation. "Ummmm.... mam, my superior wishes to tell you that they wish to meet with you and any executive members of your team in about one hour...", said the Private. He handed her a paper showing the basic outline of the complex and telling which room to go to to meet the Private's superiors. "They'll be waiting, ma'm...", said the Private before exiting.

((OOC:I'll say it met an unfortunate fate, and I recieved some knowledge on the internal workings of a harddrive.))

She did nothing but nod as she took the papers and studied them. After they had relinquished all of their usefull knowledge she looked around the room, and set her gear down. She stepped out into the hall and retrieved Adair Monroe.

"We have a meeting to attend. I know you just came here to play your sadistic games on wannabe soldiers, but we are in charge of our side of this war," she said to him.

"Hmph, you call me sadistic. At least I'm not the one who tortured someone for five days straight for calling me a dirty ****," his response seemed almost uninterested.

They arrived at the specified meeting place ten minutes early, and awaited further instruction.

Come on! Busy or not, join the fun... and killing... and all sorts of enjoyable turmoil.
;)

OOC: Turmoil's not how it goes for me... Annexation is what happens, and I assure you, it would...

ooc: I know this is open, but may I join?

ooc: I know this is open, but may I join?
Of course! Which side do you wish to support and/or join?

OOC: Turmoil's not how it goes for me... Annexation is what happens, and I assure you, it would...
Annexation? Of whom?

ooc:may I join you

((OOC:I'll say it met an unfortunate fate, and I recieved some knowledge on the internal workings of a harddrive.))

She did nothing but nod as she took the papers and studied them. After they had relinquished all of their usefull knowledge she looked around the room, and set her gear down. She stepped out into the hall and retrieved Adair Monroe.

"We have a meeting to attend. I know you just came here to play your sadistic games on wannabe soldiers, but we are in charge of our side of this war," she said to him.

"Hmph, you call me sadistic. At least I'm not the one who tortured someone for five days straight for calling me a dirty ****," his response seemed almost uninterested.

They arrived at the specified meeting place ten minutes early, and awaited further instruction.
Several men met Esras' team at the door of the predetermined room. "Welcome, and please take a seat", said one of the five men whom had come to meet them, undoubtably a high ranking general from his markings on his uniform. After they had all taken a seat, the general continued, "I am Field Marshal Franco Walters. These are my colleagues, General Baker, General Keltsin, Head General Smith, and Commander Donovin. They are all head staff of the United Toad Army." He glanced at his generals, and said, "we'll get right to the point. Most of our main cities are under complete anarchy and many under rebel control. Here, in Blempk, the fighting gets worse every day. Often, our men fall back repeatadly and losess are great. We believe the problem is not men and supplies, but training. You see, our military to begin with was... moderately... sizable... but in the beginning, when the lines were first drawn, we encountered many deserters and mutineers. And those who remained loyal to Toad were almost immediatly sent into combat... where many were killed... . We have many young men who are willing to give there lives for our mighty leader!... but training is hard to give them, for every man able to fight has been sent into combat. We proper training. We need to transform our small militias into feirce killing machines! That's where you come in," he smiled. "Also, we have need of your specialties in other areas... we have had many spies and espionage infiltrators that have come into the Allied States, each having there own agenda. We would like your help in...," there was a long pause as he found the right words. "In... detering these sort of people and... taking care of those that we find... finding out who they work for and... what they are here to do...", he ended. "Any questions?," he asked. He then went on to his next statement without even checking if there were questions, "We'll see you bright and early tommorrow morning then! Thank you for your time." The generals, four of which had not spoken a word, exited the room.

ooc:may I join you
Sure! Just post what your units or supplies thst sre going to be brought to the Allied States are, and join our coalition to fight the rebel scum!

The sun began to set. Within a half hour, all you could see were flashes of light from gunfire in the distance. Occasionaly a racing technical would soar past the outer road outside the United Ed States Embassy. Most rebels wouldn't bother with the embassy, but within the day two had. Only 15 armed guards were stationed at the Ed States Embassy, and there firepower consisted of 15 M-4 carbines and a few grenades. So far, although they've been shot at, no people inside the embassy were hurt. But things got bad last night. A group of rebels set on taking out the embassy came and fired several RPG's into the outer wall. Several blew cracks in the wall, but none really penetrated. Then they gave up on the RPG's and brought in ladders. They attempted to scale the walls with makeshift ladders. but every time one of them would make it up to the top of the 20ft wall, they would be shot back down by guards stationed on the roof and in windows of the main complex building. The embassy staff knew they would be back tonight.
The telephone lines had been cut, and know the only form of communication was a low tech. radio. So far, 80 diplomats and embassy staff, 45 diplomats within the the nation of Toad who fled to the embassy and 85 ed states refugees were taking shelter in the compound. They were told tonight they would be rescued. It was a race against time to save them.
All neccassary precautions were taken. The top secret information packets were burned, and the computers smashed. The Ed States government access codes were destroyed and the confidential documents were shredded. Now, all there was to do was wait...

Major Koffman looked at his watch. It was 10:02 pm. They were right on time. He blew a whistle and 250 men piled into several Black hawk helicoptors. Two F-15's with several hundred pound bombs were to fly around the embassy, to destroy it once all people were evacuated. Five Apache helicopters with hellfire missiles and gatling gun rounds took off to escort the Black hawks. The Major looked at his watch again. 10:08 pm. "We're 1 minute behind schedule, HUSSLE LADIES!," screamed the Major. Before long they were off and en route to the Ed States embassy...

At 10:24 pm, several rebels outside of the Ed States embassy, awaiting for orders to attack, heard rotors. They picked up there AK-47's, AK-74's and RPK's and looked for the target. Several helicopters came towards them. They opened fire. The Apaches raced towards the men and opened up with there gattleing guns. The twenty or thirty rebels were mowed down. The few survivors ran for one of the cars and drove down the street. A rocket smashed into the vehicle and burst into flame. The 18th Special Operations and Reconissance Company with 250 men came pouring out of the Black hawks as they came down two by two on the roof of the embassy. Within 20 minutes, all 250 men were out and covering the area. The Apaches circled as the Black hawks loaded up. They calculated it would take about 3 trips to take everyone. The Black hawks took off once more, loaded with refugees. Major Koffman looked at his watch. It was 10:49 pm. "Not too bad...," he said to himself. Just then a bullet wizzed by his head. Screams came over the Special Ops. radio. "WE'VE GOT SNIPERS ON THE ROOFS!" Koffman looked up. A large office building in front of them had flames of various rounds shooting out of it. "TAKE UP POSITIONS!" yelled koffman. The refugees and diplomats remaining headed for the basement level, while the 18th Company took to the roofs. RPG's were fired at th roof of the embassy and grenades were chucked over the walls. Soon men started to pour over the walls. The 18th aimed there SAW's at the wall to suppress the men trying to get over. Bullets wizzed all around. It was at this point a bullet hit Koffman. He dragged himself over to the side. He would recieve a radio message within a hour stating: "REBEL FIRE TOO GREAT! RECALLING ALL APACHES - THEY ARE TAKING TOO MUCH FIRE. HOLD OUT THE NIGHT ATLEAST. WE'LL COME IN WITH MORE MEN SOON! TAKE COVER WHENEVER ABLE!"
Koffman knew he'd have to hold out with only 250 men against hundreds. These innocents' lives depended upon him. Soon, the F-15's would drop there bombs, get low on gas and leave. Then they'd be all alone... it's all up to him and his men...
OOC: Sorry for my really late follow up post. Just pretend this is the following night.

IC: Koffman waited. It was sunrise now. The constant fire from the buildings across the street had suddenly stopped about one hour ago. You could now see about 80 rebel bodies surrounding the building's base and hanging from smashed bullet ridden windows. There were probably more that weren't visible. All night the 250 men of the 18th Special Operations and Reconissance Company had withstood repeated attacks and even occasional mortar fire. Even now though, many of the wounded that were out in the opencouldn't be retrieved, because of the constant threat of snipers in locations surrounding the embassies' buildings. Every few minutes a shot would go off, and either a near by peeking Ed States soldeir who had lifted his head a little too far would fall down covered in blood, or a previously unseen sniper would fall from a rooftop somewhere. The men of the 18th were constantly looking for targets, as were the snipers. The good news was the refugees and hostages were safe. They were hiding in the basement. But his men were decimated. He counted 22 of his men's bodies in his side of the building alone. The worst part, and the most damaging to oral was that everyone was stuck where they were. If they moved to much to one side or the other of whatever they were hiding behind, they would be picked off. The only thing keeping there hopes up were there personal radios, which each of these special ops troops were assigned. This way they could communicate, and help eachother take down snipers. Even still, the waiting for help was awful. Koffman wondered how long they would be stuck here, mostly seperated, including himself. When he ducked behind something when the fighting first occured, and slowly dragged himself behind where a tree and dumpster meet, he had watched as Lt. Quintire, his personal friend, was picked off throughout the night, along with his many other near by buddies. He then heard something over the radio. He listened harder. "Copy that Eagle three, stay to the left." Then, "yes sir! We got that sir! Koffman, do you copy? You hear that? Koffman, you there? Koffman? Do you read me man?" Koffman got very excited and replied, "Yessiree! I hear you! It's about time you boys showed up! What's the deal buddy?" "Koffman, we have your last report said something of snipers. How's the sniper situation?" "Well sir," said Koffman, "we'll put it this way. If any of us lean to far right or left, we'll be dead sooner than you can scream "help" sir!" "Copy that, we have three Spectre Gunships coming in. There gunships are flying way too high up for any of the AA stuff the rebel force has got. They are going to spray everthing down that's within a half mile radius of your position. Copy? During that time, you are to use that cover to form up and fall to the roof. Take all wounded. By the time you get your men and the refugees up there, we'll have several Chinooks up there. Of you do it fast enough, we can get everyone outta there in less than ten minutes! Do you copy?" Koffman responded and radioes his men on the plan. Soon a low buzzing noise was heard. The men looked around but saw nothing. Out of the sky thousands of rounds from mini guns and assorted cannons smashed into the sides of the surrounding buildings. Shrapmil and debris went flying off the building. Then he saw it, the first snipers began to reveal themselves in order to flee from the gaining guns. "GROUP ONE, OPEN UP!," screamed Koffman. All men already on the roofs of the embassy building fired at the fleeing rebels driven out by the Spectre Aircraft. Rebel men began to scream and fall as they were picked off by the 18th Company. Those who were hit by the Spectre were toen to shreds and reduced to half a body. All men on ground level grabbed the wounded and dragged them upstairs. The rotrs could hardly be heard over the guns, but they slowly made there way to the embassy. The refugees swarmed to the roof. After the diplomat saw Koffman running upstairs with a SAW in one arm and a wounded man in the other, he reported he did a count, and all refugees were now on the roof. The first Chinook touched down on the roof, and the refugees piled in. The people on the roof were taking virtually no fire, as the Spectres were shooting non-stop, tearing holes into the buildings, pausing only to turn around or position themselves. The first two Chinooks were now loaded. Things were going smoothly and all was going as planned, until finally, the first shell hit. It hit direclt in the courtyard, where everyone was already evacuated from. However, within a minute, a second hit the side of the building, slightly closer to the refugees and soldeirs on the roof. Immediatly air command was on it, screaming for all units in the area to stop all prior missions, and attempt to located the source of the fire. Another shell, closer this time, hit. Koffman flipped and screamed for the refugees to rush in. There was screaming now as another shell hit near them, and the dust from the explosion was so close, it smothered some of the refugees. Then, as the next Chinook landed on the roof, another shell hit, and literaly blew the floor out from under the helicopter. It hit the second floor, resulting in a collapse of the third, and ultimately the roof. Three refugees were blown to smithereens, and about four others were lying in the rubble covered in blood screaming. The helicoptor lowered as much as possible, and with help from the men of the 18th, pulled the people out and put them on the chopper. Because of the hole in the building, now only one helicopter would be able to land on the roof at once, which durastically slowed things down. Another shell hit, this time nearby, but almost a direct miss. Then the last helicoper filled with refugees took off. Now only two Chinooks remained. This would be almost the exact number of Chinooks than needed, as now only about 65 men remained. All of the wounded were gone, and it was down to these last men. As the first helicopter touched down, Koffman looked around. The Spectre's were still mercilessly attacking the buildings, but all the men were gone. Perhaps they were all mowed down. Then he saw it. A large group of rebels were moving along the sides of the street to the side of them. This was one flaw the high altitude aircraft had, there inability to see close up to the ground, as close support aircraft have. He screamed to the pilot in the aircraft to look to the side of him, but over all the noise on the intercom, the pilot had not heard him. He was positioning the helicopter so that the cockpit faced the the very side street the rebels were running up. He was doing this just as the other pilots had done, so the side side of the roof with all the rubble from the previous shell would not have to be walked over by the people entering the aircraft. However, as he turned, and as Koffamn screamed louder and louder, trying to warn the pilot, the unknowing pilot continued to turn. At the last second he saw the rebels, and hit hard right on the controls. But a flash of bullets from the rebels smashed through the cockpit window. The shots were taken from only a few yards away, and almost every shot hit. Once the cockpit window smashed into pieces, the controls, in the middle of making a turn, were let go of and the helicopter tipped. The men under Koffman had now all heard the Koffman's screaming about the rebels, and had began to ran away from the aircraft. It tipped more and more until it's rotors smashed into the building's roof, some snapping in half and were sent flying out into the street. The Chinook finally came to a stop, as it layed on it's side, half laying off the roof. The other Chinook immediatly flew high into the air, to get out of range of the rebels. The 65 men including Koffman stopped where they were, scattered all around the roof. Koffman immediatly ran over to the Chinook. With the help of a few other men, Koffman dropped himself inside the damaged helicopter, while the rest of his men took to the side of the roof to begin to fire at the advancing rebels. Koffman made his way over to the flight engineer, who was lying on his side, very much consience but covered in blood. He stumbled over to the pilot and co-pilot. The co-pilot was riddled with bullet holes and certainly dead, but the pilot was breathing and attampting to talk. Koffman and his men dragged out the pilot and flight engineer. Then, another shell hit the side of the building, but this time not collapsing the third floor, and instead just blowing a hole in the second floor. The rebel fire from the side road was getting worse. Koffman checked his radio and asked for all near by units to check in. The flight of Spectres, the circling Chinook, and to his surprise, a F-15e who was in the area checked in. "What do you see form the up there, son?," asked Koffman. "Well sir, we have rebels coming in, swamping the buildings. The only thing keeping them off your back is the Spectres. You have also got a group of about 50 men, coming from the north, about a block away. You've got two more smaller groups from the south and southwest road, about two blocks away," said the F-15e pilot, "Looks like the only way out is the front exit!" "No sir, this is the second time we left you boys down there under fire, and we're not leaving without you this time!," yelled the Chinook pilot. "Hold on boys!," screamed Koffman. The Chinook lowered itself slowly to the roof. Bullets hit the side of the aircraft. One of Koffman's men picked his head up too far from the roof's surface and a bullet whizzed through his head. The helicopter almost managed to land despite the wreckage of the other Chinook. "Listen, your not gonna be able to take us all anyway. We've got air support. Get outta' here and come back with a few more helicopters!," said Koffman, seeing the potential for disaster eith the rebels so close. "Alright, we'll be back soon!," said the pilot. They flew off and were flying over the courtyard when from the nrothern road, sveral RPG's were fired at the helicopter. Light arms and machine gun fire commenced on the aircraft. Koffman watched as the helicopter nearly dodged one RPG, scimmed another, but met the third square on. The thing blew the back rotor straight off, and blew a hole in the back of the aircraft. A mayday call went out from the aircraft just before it went out of control, and spun wildly. It smashed into the 15th story of a 18th story building across the street from the embassy and burst into flame. Within a minute, the entire building trembled, and collapsed, completely squishing the Chinook and definately leaving no survivors. More shells hit near by again. Bullets were htting all around, and even the Spectres couldn't seem to handle the present situatuion. "Alright, let's pack up! We're getting the hell out of here!" Without order from command, he told the Spectres to keep the rebels off them as long as it takes to get out of the area, and then leave, because they would be almost useless in extremely close air support. The F-15e radioed in that they would stay with them as long as possible, so HQ can have a location of the men at all times. Including Koffman, the rescued pilot and flight engineer, and three men who were moderatly recently wounded, they made up a total team of 66 men. He decided it would be better to take there chances in the streets of Blemk City than stay put and get killed trying to be rescued. They made there way to the garage, as fast as possible. There, they piled into every available vehicle. Most of the vehicles were armored humvees. There was one truck, which could hold up to twelve. They put the wounded in there. With a caravan of 12 vehicles, 6 humvees, 3 armored Cadillacs, 2 covered jeeps, and 1 12 person van, the group left the embassy. As the garage door opened, they pulled out one by one and headed west. The rebels were now busy crossing over the gate, so much of the caravan got by unoticed. Finally they were out on the road, and had a F-15e Eagle patrolling the area in front of them, attempting to get them through the anarchy of the city. The caravan was occasionaly shot at from windows and sidewalks, but the caravan had passed by most threats before the enemy had a chance to do any real damage. Now they were on there way, and ready to finally get out of the city.

OOC: Sorry for the ridiculous size and awful grammer of the previous post. I kept going back and adding a little more, and that's all the different add- ons smushed together. :)

OOC: Sorry for my really late follow up post. Just pretend this is the following night.

IC: Koffman waited. It was sunrise now. The constant fire from the buildings across the street had suddenly stopped about one hour ago. You could now see about 80 rebel bodies surrounding the building's base and hanging from smashed bullet ridden windows. There were probably more that weren't visible. All night the 250 men of the 18th Special Operations and Reconissance Company had withstood repeated attacks and even occasional mortar fire. Even now though, many of the wounded that were out in the opencouldn't be retrieved, because of the constant threat of snipers in locations surrounding the embassies' buildings. Every few minutes a shot would go off, and either a near by peeking Ed States soldeir who had lifted his head a little too far would fall down covered in blood, or a previously unseen sniper would fall from a rooftop somewhere. The men of the 18th were constantly looking for targets, as were the snipers. The good news was the refugees and hostages were safe. They were hiding in the basement. But his men were decimated. He counted 22 of his men's bodies in his side of the building alone. The worst part, and the most damaging to oral was that everyone was stuck where they were. If they moved to much to one side or the other of whatever they were hiding behind, they would be picked off. The only thing keeping there hopes up were there personal radios, which each of these special ops troops were assigned. This way they could communicate, and help eachother take down snipers. Even still, the waiting for help was awful. Koffman wondered how long they would be stuck here, mostly seperated, including himself. When he ducked behind something when the fighting first occured, and slowly dragged himself behind where a tree and dumpster meet, he had watched as Lt. Quintire, his personal friend, was picked off throughout the night, along with his many other near by buddies. He then heard something over the radio. He listened harder. "Copy that Eagle three, stay to the left." Then, "yes sir! We got that sir! Koffman, do you copy? You hear that? Koffman, you there? Koffman? Do you read me man?" Koffman got very excited and replied, "Yessiree! I hear you! It's about time you boys showed up! What's the deal buddy?" "Koffman, we have your last report said something of snipers. How's the sniper situation?" "Well sir," said Koffman, "we'll put it this way. If any of us lean to far right or left, we'll be dead sooner than you can scream "help" sir!" "Copy that, we have three Spectre Gunships coming in. There gunships are flying way too high up for any of the AA stuff the rebel force has got. They are going to spray everthing down that's within a half mile radius of your position. Copy? During that time, you are to use that cover to form up and fall to the roof. Take all wounded. By the time you get your men and the refugees up there, we'll have several Chinooks up there. Of you do it fast enough, we can get everyone outta there in less than ten minutes! Do you copy?" Koffman responded and radioes his men on the plan. Soon a low buzzing noise was heard. The men looked around but saw nothing. Out of the sky thousands of rounds from mini guns and assorted cannons smashed into the sides of the surrounding buildings. Shrapmil and debris went flying off the building. Then he saw it, the first snipers began to reveal themselves in order to flee from the gaining guns. "GROUP ONE, OPEN UP!," screamed Koffman. All men already on the roofs of the embassy building fired at the fleeing rebels driven out by the Spectre Aircraft. Rebel men began to scream and fall as they were picked off by the 18th Company. Those who were hit by the Spectre were toen to shreds and reduced to half a body. All men on ground level grabbed the wounded and dragged them upstairs. The rotrs could hardly be heard over the guns, but they slowly made there way to the embassy. The refugees swarmed to the roof. After the diplomat saw Koffman running upstairs with a SAW in one arm and a wounded man in the other, he reported he did a count, and all refugees were now on the roof. The first Chinook touched down on the roof, and the refugees piled in. The people on the roof were taking virtually no fire, as the Spectres were shooting non-stop, tearing holes into the buildings, pausing only to turn around or position themselves. The first two Chinooks were now loaded. Things were going smoothly and all was going as planned, until finally, the first shell hit. It hit direclt in the courtyard, where everyone was already evacuated from. However, within a minute, a second hit the side of the building, slightly closer to the refugees and soldeirs on the roof. Immediatly air command was on it, screaming for all units in the area to stop all prior missions, and attempt to located the source of the fire. Another shell, closer this time, hit. Koffman flipped and screamed for the refugees to rush in. There was screaming now as another shell hit near them, and the dust from the explosion was so close, it smothered some of the refugees. Then, as the next Chinook landed on the roof, another shell hit, and literaly blew the floor out from under the helicopter. It hit the second floor, resulting in a collapse of the third, and ultimately the roof. Three refugees were blown to smithereens, and about four others were lying in the rubble covered in blood screaming. The helicoptor lowered as much as possible, and with help from the men of the 18th, pulled the people out and put them on the chopper. Because of the hole in the building, now only one helicopter would be able to land on the roof at once, which durastically slowed things down. Another shell hit, this time nearby, but almost a direct miss. Then the last helicoper filled with refugees took off. Now only two Chinooks remained. This would be almost the exact number of Chinooks than needed, as now only about 65 men remained. All of the wounded were gone, and it was down to these last men. As the first helicopter touched down, Koffman looked around. The Spectre's were still mercilessly attacking the buildings, but all the men were gone. Perhaps they were all mowed down. Then he saw it. A large group of rebels were moving along the sides of the street to the side of them. This was one flaw the high altitude aircraft had, there inability to see close up to the ground, as close support aircraft have. He screamed to the pilot in the aircraft to look to the side of him, but over all the noise on the intercom, the pilot had not heard him. He was positioning the helicopter so that the cockpit faced the the very side street the rebels were running up. He was doing this just as the other pilots had done, so the side side of the roof with all the rubble from the previous shell would not have to be walked over by the people entering the aircraft. However, as he turned, and as Koffamn screamed louder and louder, trying to warn the pilot, the unknowing pilot continued to turn. At the last second he saw the rebels, and hit hard right on the controls. But a flash of bullets from the rebels smashed through the cockpit window. The shots were taken from only a few yards away, and almost every shot hit. Once the cockpit window smashed into pieces, the controls, in the middle of making a turn, were let go of and the helicopter tipped. The men under Koffman had now all heard the Koffman's screaming about the rebels, and had began to ran away from the aircraft. It tipped more and more until it's rotors smashed into the building's roof, some snapping in half and were sent flying out into the street. The Chinook finally came to a stop, as it layed on it's side, half laying off the roof. The other Chinook immediatly flew high into the air, to get out of range of the rebels. The 65 men including Koffman stopped where they were, scattered all around the roof. Koffman immediatly ran over to the Chinook. With the help of a few other men, Koffman dropped himself inside the damaged helicopter, while the rest of his men took to the side of the roof to begin to fire at the advancing rebels. Koffman made his way over to the flight engineer, who was lying on his side, very much consience but covered in blood. He stumbled over to the pilot and co-pilot. The co-pilot was riddled with bullet holes and certainly dead, but the pilot was breathing and attampting to talk. Koffman and his men dragged out the pilot and flight engineer. Then, another shell hit the side of the building, but this time not collapsing the third floor, and instead just blowing a hole in the second floor. The rebel fire from the side road was getting worse. Koffman checked his radio and asked for all near by units to check in. The flight of Spectres, the circling Chinook, and to his surprise, a F-15e who was in the area checked in. "What do you see form the up there, son?," asked Koffman. "Well sir, we have rebels coming in, swamping the buildings. The only thing keeping them off your back is the Spectres. You have also got a group of about 50 men, coming from the north, about a block away. You've got two more smaller groups from the south and southwest road, about two blocks away," said the F-15e pilot, "Looks like the only way out is the front exit!" "No sir, this is the second time we left you boys down there under fire, and we're not leaving without you this time!," yelled the Chinook pilot. "Hold on boys!," screamed Koffman. The Chinook lowered itself slowly to the roof. Bullets hit the side of the aircraft. One of Koffman's men picked his head up too far from the roof's surface and a bullet whizzed through his head. The helicopter almost managed to land despite the wreckage of the other Chinook. "Listen, your not gonna be able to take us all anyway. We've got air support. Get outta' here and come back with a few more helicopters!," said Koffman, seeing the potential for disaster eith the rebels so close. "Alright, we'll be back soon!," said the pilot. They flew off and were flying over the courtyard when from the nrothern road, sveral RPG's were fired at the helicopter. Light arms and machine gun fire commenced on the aircraft. Koffman watched as the helicopter nearly dodged one RPG, scimmed another, but met the third square on. The thing blew the back rotor straight off, and blew a hole in the back of the aircraft. A mayday call went out from the aircraft just before it went out of control, and spun wildly. It smashed into the 15th story of a 18th story building across the street from the embassy and burst into flame. Within a minute, the entire building trembled, and collapsed, completely squishing the Chinook and definately leaving no survivors. More shells hit near by again. Bullets were htting all around, and even the Spectres couldn't seem to handle the present situatuion. "Alright, let's pack up! We're getting the hell out of here!" Without order from command, he told the Spectres to keep the rebels off them as long as it takes to get out of the area, and then leave, because they would be almost useless in extremely close air support. The F-15e radioed in that they would stay with them as long as possible, so HQ can have a location of the men at all times. Including Koffman, the rescued pilot and flight engineer, and three men who were moderatly recently wounded, they made up a total team of 66 men. He decided it would be better to take there chances in the streets of Blemk City than stay put and get killed trying to be rescued. They made there way to the garage, as fast as possible. There, they piled into every available vehicle. Most of the vehicles were armored humvees. There was one truck, which could hold up to twelve. They put the wounded in there. With a caravan of 12 vehicles, 6 humvees, 3 armored Cadillacs, 2 covered jeeps, and 1 12 person van, the group left the embassy. As the garage door opened, they pulled out one by one and headed west. The rebels were now busy crossing over the gate, so much of the caravan got by unoticed. Finally they were out on the road, and had a F-15e Eagle patrolling the area in front of them, attempting to get them through the anarchy of the city. The caravan was occasionaly shot at from windows and sidewalks, but the caravan had passed by most threats before the enemy had a chance to do any real damage. Now they were on there way, and ready to finally get out of the city.
OOC:OMFG! THAT'S A LONG POST! We should definately see more of these baby!

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((OOC:Unfortunatly I'm going to have to withdraw from this, with less than a week before I have incredibly spotty internet access, and then two weeks before I leave for bootcamp, I just don't have the time.))
Happy Militaryizing! What are you going into (branch)? Well, whatever the case, enjoy!

((OOC:Unfortunatly I'm going to have to withdraw from this, with less than a week before I have incredibly spotty internet access, and then two weeks before I leave for bootcamp, I just don't have the time.))
That's a shame. Thanks for telling me though.

If no one posts within exactly 48 hours of the time of this post, I am going to create a post stating who has won the war, what happened, and how. I then will go on to phase two of the Allied States situation and start a whole new... thing... which is to be announced. So, POST WITHIN 48 HOURS!... if you wish to attempt to change history and your side of the war... otherwise i'll create it for you!
hint: if it comes down to me, you'll be saying Hail King Toad within 48 hours, so GET POSTING YOU REBELS!

Happy Militaryizing! What are you going into (branch)? Well, whatever the case, enjoy!

Marine Corps, and thanks

Marine Corps, and thanks
Ah, the marines... from the halls of montezuma to the shores of tripoli! americas' finest! semper fi! the first to fight! the best of the best! can be deployed anywhere in the world within 48 hours! for honor, right and freedom!... the marines!

Alright, it's been more than 24 hours since the "last post" post. So here ya are:

IC:
Welcome to World News Network!
We are live from downtown Blempk City, the recently declared Green Zone within the city. As you know, the rebel force has slowly been deteriorating within the past few days. Today, the last of the rebel forces in Blempk City surrendured. After the news of surrenduring rebel forces in Blempk City, seemingly the largest rebel force in the nation, rebels all over have been surrenduring. Western Port Krig Soarm has been liberated already. Rebels everywhere are deserting and surrenduring. All hope is lost for the rebel cause. King Toad II has already released statements saying that all rebels who surrendur will be searched, sent to prisoner camps, but will guaranteedly be back with there families within 4 months. All rebel officilas and officers will however no be so lucky. One general, guilty of war crimes, was just sentenced to death by firing squad. However, the Toad government says if you did nothing wrong (meaning you didn't commit any war crimes, kill innocents, etc.) than you have nothing to fear. Hundreds of Toad refugees have been fleeing across the border, where Toad officials are waiting to catch them. Most refugees are officers of the rebels and their families. Prisoners everywhere are being rounded up. It is expected that the last of the rebels will be collected and headed off to POW camps within 8-9 hours.
Today, Blempk City is a disaster zone, littered with unexploded bombs and rubble, as are other cities. We ask all Toad allies to let there soldeirs stay around atleast long enough to make the war torn cities livable once again... wait, what's that? We have just received word that the unnamed leader of the rebel forces, now known as Commanding General Yew Karleton, has just surrendured the last of his men near where the whole revolt started, Rolling Creek.
Now, although many experts have varied opinions on why the rebels lost, the most commonly accepted one seems to be that they were unorganized, out manned with all of Toad's allies, and undersupported themselves. Whatever the case, let it be known in history that today, at 4:08 pm, on October 23rd, 2006, the Toad Civil War came to a close. Stay tuned for more on the Toad conflict ending...

Vote for the new Toad II Prime Minister here at:
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=504396

As the stability of the nation increases, more and more Ed States troops leave... we will remain here until after the election however ;).

The situation in the Allied States seems stable, so all troops of the UES are now being withdrew.