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It started innocently enough, with the Lady Freya. A small sailing boat, of all things, worked by a modest crew, of the Sailers of New Aeson Society, got caught in a storm. After three days, during which they lost a fair amount of the crew, and all of their long range communication equipment, they landed on Nuk.

They were there for three days, during which they encountered no one, before setting out again. Eventually they returned to New Aeson, where they told their story in the first bar they could find. Almost immediately, rumors started spreading, and Johnny Hawk (a notorious member of the 'import/export business') set out with a crew of ruffians to see the sights.

Navigating based on the star patterns observed by the crew during their stay, the Loki Gunnarson landed on the southern tip of the isle of Coonta. There they encountered a small village. Johnny Hawk, who had had a very good year, had supplied his crew with the latest in trickle down military technology.

The villagers were armed with much less effective weaponry. Johnny Hawk, fancying himself a brave conqueror and explorer, quickly severed the village's contact with the outside world, and declared himself ruler, with only a few casualties among his men. Meanwhile, the rumors kept spreading...
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Hawk laughed. Life was good. The Nuk, as they called themselves, didn't dare refuse him anything, and he and his men were living off the fat of the land, and the toil of the natives.

The natives themselves were dusky in skin, dark in hair, and slender in build. The women were quite a sight. The latest fashion seemed to be the miniskirt, to the lasting regret of more than one woman who had caught a crewman's eye.

There was a commotion from outside the manor house Hawk had comandeered. Hawk drew a pistol from his boot, and went outside. A large truck, belching fumes, had stopped at one of the roadblocks, and natives were gathering about, urging them to flee and bring help.

Hawk fired a shot into the air, immediately silencing everybody. He gestured the driver to get out of the truck. He complied, and Hawk smiled, reassuringly. The driver was a big man, with a gun on his hip. Johnny glanced about and sighted Gunn. Gunn had a flair for languages, and was the best translator Johnny had.

"Tell him to put the gun on the ground."

Gunn relayed the message, and the big man complied. Johnny nodded. "Ask him who he is. That looks like some sort of uniform."

The jabbered in the clicking sounding language for a moment, and Gunn said, "He says he's the tribute collector."

Johnny laughed out loud. "Well tell him that I'm the only one collecting tribute here, now. Also tell him that he's my guest for the duration."

Gunn relayed the message again. Johnny, still chuckling, went back to his room.

OOC: All OOC here please (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=503726).

OOC: Is this the thread we were talking about? If so, tag.

OOC: Is this the thread we were talking about? If so, tag.

OOC: Yup. Link coming on first page.

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OOC: Cool. Can we get involved now?

OOC: Cool. Can we get involved now?

OOC: Yup. I'm also going to ask you to direct all further OOC to the OOC thread. Thanks.

The small Maldorian convoy made up of 3 frigates and 1 supply ship were sent to Galmiria in order to relieve a little pressure in the ocean waters and pick up and wounded Maldorians. That was until they were hit by a storm. Heavy gusts and harsh rain caused the fleet to stop at the closest area.
"Men, we're landing over there," yelled an Officer over the roars of thunder. Forced to land, the Maldorains sped towards the "uninhabited" island and waited out the storm.

As rumors began to spread, the Errikan lusts for land and resources took over. Errikan merchants hungered for new products and markets, Errikan Industrialists hungered for new resources and labor, Errikan Missionaries hungered for new converts, and the Errikan Military hungered for a chance to flex its muscles once more.

And here was a feast.

A Jaredcohenian whaling vessel, the Blue Skate, was hit by a storm enroute to Jaredcohenian Arterus.

The men were armed, lightly. A couple of AKs and a few pistols, if you can call that lightly...they were incase a whale went crazy, or in case there was a rebellion in Jaredcohenian Arterus. There was always a rebellion or two in Jaredcohenian Arterus. Honestly, who would've thought that natives would reject to military bases on their homeland?

"Mayday, mayday...this is the Blue Skate, does anyone read?" The captain of the vessel said

"Dude, it's not May Day...it's like November." noted the first mate, the captain eyed him.

"Maybe that's Arterus..." The boat saw an island.

"I see no military control or anything remotely similar to a skyscraper..."

"Maybe we're in South Arterus..."

"If we were, then, Captain, we'd be contacting someone on the radio."

"Shut up, damnit!"

The boat landed on the island, the southern tip of the island they were unclear was Mefeka. They would be the first of the numerous Jaredcohenians to settle on this island.

Unbeknownst to them, to the north were hoards of natives.

It would take some hours for the Blue Skate's radio to finally work. They picked up the signal of a shrimping boat, dubbed the Jenny. The Jenny would contact the Bureau of Marine Life, who would send out ships towards the southern tip of Mefeka.

And so the birth of the trading colony of Baskinsgrand occured.

The Blue Skate's captain looked at the land, a deep forest. "Ya think anyone lives here?"

"In the middle of nowhere I say..."

(OOC: just to let you know, I plan on having natives attack the city in a little bit >_> just starting my initial settling.

and errik, remember what happened last time you decided to settle an area? big brother's watching you ;) )

The 600 enlisted men and 60 officers poured out of the 3 frigates and stumbled onto land. Little they did know that natives inhabited the island.

"Alright men. Go on patrolling parties to look for any sight of habitation . You 5 men check the radio and try to contact any boat or station.

"Sir, yes, sir!" came the reply.

Each patrol, made up of 10 men and one jeep were off in different directions. Some would come back with amazing news, others wouldn't return...

"It has been too long since we had a large scale operation," Colonel Roberts said from the command deck of the battleship, "The Empire is at last acting like an empire again."

"Sir," a voice cracked out a com.

"Yes, Commander?"

"Our forces have landed without resistance, and have proceeded to comb the region."

"Excellent. Tell them to be on the lookout, and not to engage unless necessary. We would like to start off on good terms with some of the natives this time."

"Yes, sir."

The Colonel stepped out of the command deck into the open air, where he was greeted by landing officials.

"I shall be landing as soon as possible," he said, "I prefer a hands on approach. We need to stabilize our area fairly quickly, as I can only resist the pressure from missionaries and settlers for so long."

@Maldorians: Lilala was out for a stroll along the beach when she saw the ships land. Curiously, but also somewhat cautiously, she approached. Seeing a group of men in what resembled uniforms, she approached somewhat more boldly. After all, what had she to fear from the government.

(OOC: Please note, the following is in Nukian, and as such, you wouldn't be able to understand it.)

"Can I help you, sirs?" She asked, noting for the first time that the men looked strange. Perhaps they were Coontans.

The GM-3 sattelite glided through space, its big lenses snapping pictures here and there, just doing its job, which was to search for new lands. Eventually it passed over a continent, an recently undiscovered continent. The analysts looking at the photo's noted the lack of REAL civilization and thought, 'How the hell did we miss that?'

A few days later, the 15th Dreadnought Group escorting ten transport flotilla's left port. Two of those transport flotilla's had Mechanized-Infantry Divisions onboard(one division per flotilla), another three had 60,000 Tech-Com Corporation Personnel onboard, the finaly five carried building supplies, food stores, drilling equipment, and all sorts of other things nessecary to establish a colony.

They were heading out into the unknown, for the Supreme Commander, for the people, for the Corporate Dictatorship!

"Uhh, sir? I think we have a small problem," muttered a soldier as he saw a girl walking towards their landing area.

"What is it, private," came the stern voice of a Corporal.

"who do you think this could possibly be?"

The girl then began speaking in a whole different language.

"Awww,geezzz we don't have any translators. Give her food, and somehow tell her to shoo."

"Got it, sir!"

The soldier then put down food in front of her and awaited the reply...

Lilala blinked for a moment. They had to be Coontans. Nobody else could possibly act so strangely. But they appeared to be here in some official capacity, and since they didn't want help...

She shrugged, smiled, and turned away. On an impulse she decided to go for a swim, pulled her shirt off, and dove into the water.

Let's see what the Coontans make of that, she thought. From everything she had heard, Coontans were, among their other oddities, particularly prudish.

The landing area had been secured, but now scouting forces headed inland. They were looking primarily for a good base of inland operations, but they would also be on the lookout for locals. Perhaps they could establish stable, peaceful relations with some this time.

Lilala blinked for a moment. They had to be Coontans. Nobody else could possibly act so strangely. But they appeared to be here in some official capacity, and since they didn't want help...

She shrugged, smiled, and turned away. On an impulse she decided to go for a swim, pulled her shirt off, and dove into the water.

Let's see what the Coontans make of that, she thought. From everything she had heard, Coontans were, among their other oddities, particularly prudish.

The 5 soldiers that were operating the radio dropped their mouths. They then rushed towards her waving their arms fantically. "What are you doing!!!"
"Get your shirt on!"

Once the 5 men reached her they were panting from sprinting so fast. "Listen girl. Ssshhooww uuss wwhheerree yyoouu lliivvee."

ooc:I did it like they do it slowww.

Lilala laughed at their obvious consternation. Yes, she decided, these were definitely Coontans. And as such, and as they were acting stupid, she decided to mock them. She also flailed her arms and said "Listen girrrrl. Ssshhooww uuss wwhheerree yyoouu lliivvee"

OOC: Using fluid time to speed things up.
IC: The ships had steamed into plain sight just south of a rather medium-sized, none-military, port town. The Hovercrafts disembarked from the transports, carrying an entire mechanized regiment ashore on a 5 kilometer strip of beach. The ramps fell open and the soldiers, tanks, and APCs rolled ashore.

OOC: Using fluid time to speed things up.

Also, if your wondering what my foot soldiers look like, here is a picture: http://i69.photobucket.com/albums/i47/ObssesedNuker/Phase-5s.jpg

IC: The ships had steamed into plain sight just south of a rather medium-sized, none-military, port town. The Hovercrafts disembarked from the transports, carrying an entire mechanized regiment ashore on a 5 kilometer strip of beach. The ramps fell open and the soldiers, tanks, and APCs rolled ashore.

OOC2: Since these people have just pre-WW1 Technology, they have probably never seen a armored fighting soldier or a gas mask.

ooc:gas masks were used in WWI



IC: The 5 radio operators were pissed. "LITTLE GIRL SHOW US WHERE YOU LIVE," said one soldier trying to keep his cool.
Anoth soldier had a retarded idea. He would take the girls' shirt and then run off with it. Being embarrassed, she would go home so the soldiers could follow. Thinking it was a great plan, the soldier snatched her shirt and ran...

A delegation, many of them armed with hunting rifles, quickly hurried to confront the new landers. The mayor spoke, saying, (OOC: In Nukian) "Who are these demons who tread on our shore?"

The hunters raised their rifles. They might not be able to recognize these strangers, but they recognized the weapons they carried as guns, if not any type they had seen before.

The Peoples Freedom had soon learned about the new island, and noting the native's level of techonlogy, new large amounts of resources were to be found. With that, Major General Gregory Hickam commander of the 5th Marine Reaction Force, started out to sea with a navy flotilla, intent on establishing a presence there. They would try to be friends with the locals, but could conquer if needed.

Lilala watched as the radio operator ran away with her shirt and laughed. They might be Coontans, but they were funny. On an urge she wrapped her arms around the nearest radio operator, kissing him on the mouth. She broke away after an instant, laughing and saying again, "Lit-tle Lis-ten girrrrl. Ssshhooww uuss wwhheerree yyoouu lliivvee

OOC: Yes, but this is BEFORE WW1. Anyways, last post for awhile...

IC: The average Red Tidean Soldier was also known as a 'Meatpuppet'. This was primarily due to the way they mindlessely follow orders and because there were so many of them.

The troopers, however, did not respond. They had their orders and would follow them. The regiments Colonel was informed, however, and began to walk towards the mayor, a friendly smile on his face. He took a small white flag and approached his delegation waving it.

OCC: Since nothing major would probaly happen, i'll speed up time.

After a month's journey or so, the Marines arrived at the island. They quickly unloaded and set up a defensive perimeter on the beach. After securing their landing zone, a patrol of Marines set out to find the closest native village, while a few planes flew overhead trying to do the same.

The village elder was confused. Demons with a flag of truce? Men in some sort of costumes?

He spoke again. "Who are you, who sets foot on our shore?"

Lilala watched as the radio operator ran away with her shirt and laughed. They might be Coontans, but they were funny. On an urge she wrapped her arms around the nearest radio operator, kissing him on the mouth. She broke away after an instant, laughing and saying again, "Lit-tle Lis-ten girrrrl. Ssshhooww uuss wwhheerree yyoouu lliivvee

The man kissed was, unfortunately gay. "O man, my husband will kill me." The other 3 soldiers gave chase after the girl and the soldier with her shirt. They began reaching the woods and then became fed up with the girl...

Meanwhile, back at the base, a senior officer got back and found his radio operators gone. In their place he saw one operator crying.

"what's the matter, soldier?"
"A girl kissed me and then the others chased her, but my husband said not to kiss anyone."
"O gawd. Get out of here."

ooc:sorry, I couldn't help the gay part.

A map of the entire region came in full view of the High Leader, Aimless von Strangaild. he and the council looked at it, interested in the new land that lay before them. A paticular part caught his eye. The desert region. It looked alot like what Zackaroth was. After a brief disscussion the council decided to take the land as it own.

After about 2 days of preping up the ships left Zackaroth in sail for Nuka. After a day or so the battleships arrived at the the desert region of Nuka. 300 hundred ZAckarothian soilders made land fall of the sandy beaches. Behind came manu suppliers it would take to surive this unforgiving sand filled land. They set up a small base of operations on the beach to keep incontact with the boats out at sea. Half the men spilt up into groups of twenty to explore this land.

General Thomas Miranda looked through his binoculars seeing nothing but a sea of sand as he ride with his twenty man group. It had been awhile since he was out on the field. " Nothing but more godamn sand out here. It's just like home just more empty. If anyone sees anything, no matter how unlikley it we will see something in this godamn sandbox, report it in. There's a city just North from the landing zone. It might take awhile but I want Squad A and B to check it out. Squad C and D explore the west while F and D explore the west. I am leading Squad A and B. If you find nothing after 24 hours head bnack to the landing zone. Over and out" he said putting the radio down.

He looked at the driver and said "TRy not to fall asleep. I feel like we are in for a boring ride" sitting back down in chair and relaxing a bit adjust his hat to keep the sun out of face.

The girl, stood, confused, as the men combed the woods from her, and laughed at the crying Coontan. She shrugged and dove back into the water to continue her swim.

"Our position on the beach is quite secure," the Commander assured Colonel Roberts as they walked down one rampart, "Our current position in this fortification, though unfinished, will surely be enough to hold back anything that can hit us at this point, and it will be finished soon enough. This location is ideal, and will probably serve as a great port once the migration kicks in."

"Have we any word from our scouts?"

"Not yet, sir."

The man kissed was, unfortunately gay. "O man, my husband will kill me." The other 3 soldiers gave chase after the girl and the soldier with her shirt. They began reaching the woods and then became fed up with the girl...

Meanwhile, back at the base, a senior officer got back and found his radio operators gone. In their place he saw one operator crying.

"what's the matter, soldier?"
"A girl kissed me and then the others chased her, but my husband said not to kiss anyone."
"O gawd. Get out of here."

ooc:sorry, I couldn't help the gay part.

OOC: You let them marry? AND you let them in your military?

The village elder was confused. Demons with a flag of truce? Men in some sort of costumes?

He spoke again. "Who are you, who sets foot on our shore?"

is this directed to me?

is this directed to me?

Red Tide.

TPF: A deer ran out in front of the Marines. Two men followed it, creeping through the underbrush, until they saw the marines, at which point they stood up, and waved. One stared up at the planes overhead. They had planes here, but none so gleaming.

Errikland: A small military manuver stumbled across the Errikland sight. Three squads of marines stared at the shiny equipment like none they had. They also studied the men.

OOC: You let them marry? AND you let them in your military?

ooc: i couldnt help it..:D


IC: Maldorian Patrol Alpha soured through the forest until they found a small city-like area. The Commander, named Fason A'Dea, told his soldiers to fire into the sky to see if this place with inhabited.

The 4 Operators came back empty-handed and tired. They told the Senior Officer their story and the officer had a look of discust. He was not a kind as the operators.
"You four soldiers will forcefully grab her and then throw her in the back of a jeep and then bring her to Squad Alpha's location in the newly found "city"."

The 4 men began to walk towards her, hoping she wouldn't know their plan.


At the Maldorian Homeland, Maldorians left and right got in landers to try and start a new life without hearing wars or military regims(spelling?)

TPF: A deer ran out in front of the Marines. Two men followed it, creeping through the underbrush, until they saw the marines, at which point they stood up, and waved. One stared up at the planes overhead. They had planes here, but none so gleaming.

Errikland: A small military manuver stumbled across the Errikland sight. Three squads of marines stared at the shiny equipment like none they had. They also studied the men.

The Faust Troopers, seeing that the men were armed, quickly dropped into preferable, though not too aggressive looking, positions.

The commander of the squad quickly realized that, to someone who had never seen something like a Faust Trooper before, they would not appear human. He relayed orders to the rest of the squad to cover him before setting his AE5 down beside him and removing his helmet (which includes facial armor and filters which would have made him look less than human). He then raised his hands, the international sign of look-I'm-not-holding-a-big-weapon and slowly approached the natives.

The gunshots didn't bring much of a reaction, as hunting was common at this time of year. However, several young men and women did see the soldiers, and walk towards them. They spoke friendily enough, but in Nukian.

One of them drifted off to go look for Lilala and ask her if she had met the strange soldiers yet.
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Lilala meanwhile watched the four operators approaching. Again, on an impulse, and as much to discomfort the rather rude Coontans as anything else, she leapt into the arms of the nearest, putting her arms around his neck and beaming at him.

The men grinned. One stuck out his hand. "I am Jun." He said in Nukian. "And who are you, strangers?"

The gunshots didn't bring much of a reaction, as hunting was common at this time of year. However, several young men and women did see the soldiers, and walk towards them. They spoke friendily enough, but in Nukian.

One of them drifted off to go look for Lilala and ask her if she had met the strange soldiers yet.
***
Lilala meanwhile watched the four operators approaching. Again, on an impulse, and as much to discomfort the rather rude Coontans as anything else, she leapt into the arms of the nearest, putting her arms around his neck and beaming at him.

"Listen people of whatever city you are from. We come in peace. Would you like friendly relations?" asked one of the patrolmen. The man gleefully shook the man's hand.
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The soldier with Lilala on his neck schreeched until the other 3 managed to contain her. With each soldier grabbing a limb they stuffed her in a jeep and began to put the key in the ignition...

"What the hell is wrong with you people?" Asked Lilala indignantly as she was stuffed in the jeep. "Are you all fucking sla (Nukian for gay) or something? Jeez, you'd think I was a monster or something!"
***
The Nukians looked at each other. "Sun touched," said one. The others nodded, and one hurried away, returning with a pitcher of lemonade and several glasses. Another brought a card table. In short order, they were distributing lemonade among the strangers.

The men grinned. One stuck out his hand. "I am Jun." He said in Nukian. "And who are you, strangers?"

OOC: I'm assuming that is to me

IC: The commander could not understand what the man had said, but had definately heard the emphasis on the John sounding part. Jun. He had to assume that the man was trying to introduce himself, and that was his name.

"Hello, Jun," he said in English, clearly enunciating, "I am Captain Mark Berge." He took the man's hand, shaking it.

"What the hell is wrong with you people?" Asked Lilala indignantly as she was stuffed in the jeep. "Are you all fucking sla (Nukian for gay) or something? Jeez, you'd think I was a monster or something!"
***
The Nukians looked at each other. "Sun touched," said one. The others nodded, and one hurried away, returning with a pitcher of lemonade and several glasses. Another brought a card table. In short order, they were distributing lemonade among the strangers.

"O my f'ing god. Who the hell are you? First you speak gibberish now you speack English. what the hell?" inquired a Maldorian. Focusing on their job, the soldiers began to drive the jeep towards the woods.
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"Thank you for the lemonade. I'm not thiristy. You soldiers can have some." With that they devoured the drinks.
"So what is your name? And where are we?" asked the captain of the patrol as he looked around at the scenery.

Michael von Strangaild looked at the map of Nuka like a child in a candy store. " Yes...yes..this island up here!" he said pointing at Cootana. He smiled as he looked at his military advisors. " I want it. Go to the island and either kill or enslave every one on there if there is anyone. We can build a rather large base there...send some prisoners...set up a testing center...yes. Take a group of 200 men and invade that island make it mine!" he said looking at one of his advisor. Lord General Jacob Hutler. One of the cruelest and best generals in Von Strangaild.


A two days later Hutler smiled as he and 50 of his best men went out. He left the other behind on standby. He had orders to kill or capture anyone he saw. As his boat landed on the the shores of Petolli he got a radio message. " We have reports of Zackarothian ships in the area. Be on your guard. We know alot of them are away from your region but a couple might have landed elsewhere. If you see them kill on sight" said the operator on the other side. Hutler frowned and got on to the Eastern beach of Cootna looking into the woodlands.

" How...underused. We shall make good use of this island" he said smiling as his men unloaded the supplies behind him.

EDIT: OOC: I made it Cootna instead of Petolli. Sorry about that.

Michael von Strangaild looked at the map of Nuka like a child in a candy store. " Yes...yes..this island up here!" he said pointing at Petolli. He smiled as he looked at his military advisors. " I want it. Go to the island and either kill or enslave every one on there if there is anyone. We can build a small base there...send some prisoners...set up a testing center...yes. Take a group of 200 men and invade that island make it mine!" he said looking at one of his advisor. Lord General Jacob Hutler. One of the cruelest and best generals in Von Strangaild.


A two days later Hutler smiled as he and 50 of his best men went out. He left the other behind on standby. He had orders to kill or capture anyone he saw. As his boat landed on the the shores of Petolli he got a radio message. " We have reports of Zackarothian ships in the area. Be on your guard. We know alot of them are away from your region but a couple might have landed elsewhere. If you see them kill on sight" said the operator on the other side. Hutler frowned and got on to the sandy beach looking around.

" How...underused. We shall make good use of this island" he said smiling as his men unloaded the supplies behind him.

OOC: I already claimed that (I know I should keep OOC shtuff to the OOC thread, but this is just a little note)

TPF: A deer ran out in front of the Marines. Two men followed it, creeping through the underbrush, until they saw the marines, at which point they stood up, and waved. One stared up at the planes overhead. They had planes here, but none so gleaming.

Errikland: A small military manuver stumbled across the Errikland sight. Three squads of marines stared at the shiny equipment like none they had. They also studied the men.

The Marines at the base camp were so startled that they nearly fired thier weapons at the intrusive native. But they held back. One of the Squad's Sergeants radioed HQ, and then put his weapon down. Walking slowly towards the natives, he waved and then picked out a MRE candy bar. He was unsure if the natives had coco beans here, and if they hadn't, the hershey bar would melt their taste buds.

The village elder was confused. Demons with a flag of truce? Men in some sort of costumes?

He spoke again. "Who are you, who sets foot on our shore?"

OOC: Im sorry for not making this clear, Red Tidean Colonels wear Russian Officer Uniforms.

IC: The Colonel didnt understand what the man said, so he pointed to himself and said, "I am Colonel Dimitri Roskossosvky." He said in loud and clear English.

OOC: Im sorry for not making this clear, Red Tidean Colonels wear Russian Officer Uniforms.

IC: The Colonel didnt understand what the man said, so he pointed to himself and said, "I am Colonel Dimitri Roskossosvky." He said in loud and clear English.

OOC: Well, he was talking about the masks, so...

IC: "Colonel Dimitrie Roskossosvky." Repeated the mayor, and pointed to himself. "Mithoa Halio Nekrethoth." He stared for a moment, decided that these people obviously didn't speak any civilized nation, and decided to mime. He pointed at his own head, and then at the gas masks of the Meat Puppets, and shrugged his shoulders in question.
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The hunter glanced at the offering, shrugged, and took it. He deftly unwrapped, split it in half, and handed half to his comrade. They gobbled it down, and then the hunter reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small plastic bag. He opened it and produced a piece of jerky, which he presented to the sergeant.

Roskossovsky pondered for a moment as to how to respond, then he turned and yelled, in Russian, "Lieutenant-14428!"

One of the Meatpuppets froze, turned, and walked up to the Colonel, then snapped into a perfect military salute.

"At ease, remove your mask and helmet." The Colonel said.

The meatpuppet responded instantly, although his voice was a bit muffled by the gas mask.

"Yes sir."

The meatpuppet took off his helmet and then the gas mask, revealing a perfectly normal human face.

"An Army Group is being dispatched our sector under my direct command," Colonel Roberts reported to his officers upon entering the meeting thirty seconds late.

"Apparently the Emperor believes this sector to be very important," Christina Kisburg, who was actually a civilian, said.

"You can ask him when he arrives," Roberts responded, taking his seat.

"The Emperor is coming here?" asked one officer, voice filled with apprehension.

"Yes, and he is quite pleased with our apparent progress. Still, I would like to have more to show than this half finished fortification by the sea."

"We shall double our efforts!"

"That's what I like to hear," Roberts smiled, getting to his feet, "And this is by far the shortest meeting I have attended. You are all dismissed, and please inform everyone of our new found enthusiasm."

(OOC: Glorified Bump)

The mayor sighed in reliefs. He turned to his township and said, calmly. "Masks."

He turned back to the strangers, and made eating motions, followed by another questioning shrug, attempting to see if the men he now labeled in his mind as guests were hungry.

OOC: Errikland: You allow an Army Group to be put in command of a Major? Thats pretty twisted... unless your military system is organised differently.

Anyways, I do like the Star Wars: Episode 6 referrence.

IC: The Colonel shook his head a 'no', then, as if it was an afterthought, he turned to the Meatpuppet standing next to him, "Don your gear and return to work, Lieutenant."

"Yes, sir." The Meatpuppet put back on the gas mask and helmet and walked away. Anyone who got a good look at his face, however, would have noticed something. The face wore no expression, which was scary enough, but the eye's were blank, almost as if zoned out.

No sooner did the Lieutenant leave then did a Lieutenant-Colonel race up with a radio phone in his hands, quickly he handed it to the Colonel.

"Da?" The Colonel said into it.

"Comrade Colonel..." The voice of Field Marshal Militov Steponavich Murmansk was clear and crisp. The Colonel nearly gagged, Marshal Murmansk was the overall commander of the colonisation.

Holding up his pointer finger to the Mayor, indicating 'One Moment Please', the Colonel began to talk into his phone.

"Comrade Marshal... I am currently attempting communications with the areas settlements leader. What can I do for you."

"I am coming ashore, Colonel. I presume you have a spot for my helicopter to land?" The Marshal said.

"Yes sir." The colonel replied. A few moments more discussion, then he hung up.

Then the Colonel decided to try something new... sign language. He had learned it as his mother was dead. With his hands, he communicated:

'Can you understand this?'

OOC: Well, he was talking about the masks, so...

IC: "Colonel Dimitrie Roskossosvky." Repeated the mayor, and pointed to himself. "Mithoa Halio Nekrethoth." He stared for a moment, decided that these people obviously didn't speak any civilized nation, and decided to mime. He pointed at his own head, and then at the gas masks of the Meat Puppets, and shrugged his shoulders in question.
***
The hunter glanced at the offering, shrugged, and took it. He deftly unwrapped, split it in half, and handed half to his comrade. They gobbled it down, and then the hunter reached into his pocket, and pulled out a small plastic bag. He opened it and produced a piece of jerky, which he presented to the sergeant.

The Sergeant grinned at the offering, and the enjoyment the natives at the candy bar. He was a little scared to take the jerkey, thinking that it could be some sort of animal that had bacteria that could kill him. However, the natives had done the same. He bit into the jerkey, and thouge a bit tangy, he enjoyed it. Then he said " Do you speak english?"

Hutler and his men trudge threw the woods looking for any signs of life beside wild life. Meanwhile small non-combat scouting planes flew over head attempting to see anything from the sky. The group of five suddenly spotted a city in the west of the landing area. " This Hawk 1 reporting to ground base. We have found a city not far from your location. It doesn't look like it be much of a fight. It should take you about 3-4 hours to get there over" the pliot said to the ground forces.

" Understood. Ok men! We have about a four hour walk till we get some action. Try to keep up or you will find yourself feterlizer for this forest" he said starting to walk again his men following behind him cloesly knowing the man would keep his word.

EDIT: OOc: This is where Hutler is marchiny for refernce

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" Shit. Are you sure? Postive? Ok then inform the home country. Don't do anything unless they make a move against us. Is that clear? Ok then. Over and out" General Miranda said sighing as he clicked off the radio. His group had set down a small camp to rest for awhile. Only A and B squads where left as all the rest found really nothing in this waste land of sand. All Miranda was that Von Strangaild was in the region somewhere and that the only city in miles was near.

He sat down by the gtroup of men talking and laughing. He took a sip of his water wondering what to do next. Of course the High Leader would claim this as his own land and small towns begin to pop up but for now this place was just so...boring. No natives, no hostiles. Just sand.

The four Dartan class Frigates plowed through the waves towards the island. At 1/2 km from the beach the inflatable boats were sent with the first 300 soldiers to claim an area of the island.
Walter Harris was the leader of the 300 marineslanded on the shores of the western side of the island to find the area deserted. He called for more to disembark and he sent the 300 soldiers to sweep the area.
"This will make an excellent base camp for the colony. Yes, and we detected oil out about 4 kilometers off shore. Perfect."

The four Dartan class Frigates plowed through the waves towards the island. At 1/2 km from the beach the inflatable boats were sent with the first 300 soldiers to claim an area of the island.
Walter Harris was the leader of the 300 marineslanded on the shores of the western side of the island to find the area deserted. He called for more to disembark and he sent the 300 soldiers to sweep the area.
"This will make an excellent base camp for the colony. Yes, and we detected oil out about 4 kilometers off shore. Perfect."

ooc:where are you?

"O my f'ing god. Who the hell are you? First you speak gibberish now you speack English. what the hell?" inquired a Maldorian. Focusing on their job, the soldiers began to drive the jeep towards the woods.

OOC: She wasn't. That was in Nukian. I didn't think I needed to point that out every time.

"Thank you for the lemonade. I'm not thiristy. You soldiers can have some." With that they devoured the drinks.
"So what is your name? And where are we?" asked the captain of the patrol as he looked around at the scenery.

The villagers glanced at each other. In Nukian (since apparentally you need me to spell that out for you every time) one whispered "Heat stroke. Their delusional. Let's get them into the shade."
***
Red Tide2:

The mayor nodded and waited patiently, but looked quizically at the phone. It must be some sort of radio, he decided, as it had no cord. But it certainly was an odd looking one.
***
"Mark Berge," said Jun. Then, he pointed at Berge, made speaking motions with his hand, and then pointed at himself.
***

OOC: She wasn't. That was in Nukian. I didn't think I needed to point that out every time.



The villagers glanced at each other. In Nukian (since apparentally you need me to spell that out for you every time) one whispered "Heat stroke. Their delusional. Let's get them into the shade."
***
Red Tide2:

The mayor nodded and waited patiently, but looked quizically at the phone. It must be some sort of radio, he decided, as it had no cord. But it certainly was an odd looking one.
***
"Mark Berge," said Jun. Then, he pointed at Berge, made speaking motions with his hand, and then pointed at himself.
***

The officer of the patrol was about to take out his translator when orders buzzed into his comlink. There is a forest near 2 cities. Capture the 2 cities. Try not to kill anyone. With that, the soldiers marched past the men and began setting up the Maldorian Flag.

ooc:sorry about that language thing. Ill assume for now on.

OOC: Hey Aeson you want me to rp the battle/maybe masscare of the Cootain city or are you going to do it? Once i get answer I'll replace this with an IC post.

OOC: Hey Aeson you want me to rp the battle/maybe masscare of the Cootain city or are you going to do it? Once i get answer I'll replace this with an IC post.

OOC: You can.

Red Tide2:

The mayor nodded and waited patiently, but looked quizically at the phone. It must be some sort of radio, he decided, as it had no cord. But it certainly was an odd looking one.

The Colonel sighed in relief, and then communicated in sign language:

'My superior officer is coming ashore. He'll be here soon.'

Simultaneously, a small dot lifted off the RAVEN-Class Super-Dreadnought sitting out on the sea. It quickly became larger, and larger, until it was quite apparent what it was... a TC-2B Transport Helicopter.

The officer of the patrol was about to take out his translator when orders buzzed into his comlink. There is a forest near 2 cities. Capture the 2 cities. Try not to kill anyone. With that, the soldiers marched past the men and began setting up the Maldorian Flag.

ooc:sorry about that language thing. Ill assume for now on.

The days before the Nukian unification were not so far gone that the people had forgotten what that meant. Add that to the suddenly audible cries of Lilala, and the fact that these were hardened fronteir citizens, if hospitible, and you had the recipe for a horrible misunderstanding.

Guns appeared in the hands of the Nukians suddenly, and they were all pointed at the Maldorians setting up the flag.

"Put your hands on your heads, all of you," said the leader of them calmly, in tones that could not be misunderstood. Just to be certain, one of the few unarmed Nukians mimed doing so, and then pointed at the Maldorians.

OOC: Aeson, please continue the "conversation" between my people and teh natives

EDIT: Oh, sorry, didn't see that

The Colonel sighed in relief, and then communicated in sign language:

'My superior officer is coming ashore. He'll be here soon.'

Simultaneously, a small dot lifted off the RAVEN-Class Super-Dreadnought sitting out on the sea. It quickly became larger, and larger, until it was quite apparent what it was... a TC-2B Transport Helicopter.

OOC: That was nodding that he was to wait a minute, not that he understood the sign language.

IC: The mayor looked up in awe. As a college student, he had seen wild speculation that a machine like this might one day be built, but here was the thing itself. Like a plane, in that it flew, but in few other ways. Truly, there were more to these costumed individuals than met the eye.

OOC: Aeson, please continue the "conversation" between my people and teh natives

OOC: Already done. Under my response to the Maldorians on the previous page.

The days before the Nukian unification were not so far gone that the people had forgotten what that meant. Add that to the suddenly audible cries of Lilala, and the fact that these were hardened fronteir citizens, if hospitible, and you had the recipe for a horrible misunderstanding.

Guns appeared in the hands of the Nukians suddenly, and they were all pointed at the Maldorians setting up the flag.

"Put your hands on your heads, all of you," said the leader of them calmly, in tones that could not be misunderstood. Just to be certain, one of the few unarmed Nukians mimed doing so, and then pointed at the Maldorians.

"Ok, men listen to the man, I'll get another patrol here," whispered the officer of the group as he forcefully put his hands to his head.This is Alpha Group in the northern city. We are being held hostage. Get backup,now.was the comlink distress signal to any patrol in the area. Fortunately, group 1 and 3 got the signal and began honing in on the city position expecting the worst:a firefight with the natives.

ooc:where are you?

ooc: my apologies, i didn't realize that this was a private thread. But if it isn't then I must apologize again, I assume that i am considered to have signed up late. Sorry on that part. But since the sign up was still open, I assumed that I was still allowed to join in. If the western grasslands are claimed by someone i will gladly edit my post to make my people land elsewhere but i assumed that this area was unclaimed so i believed that I could land here. Pardon if I landed in someone else's territory.

"Mark Berge," said Jun. Then, he pointed at Berge, made speaking motions with his hand, and then pointed at himself.

Though the commander had no idea what the man was trying to say, he was relieved that he understood that he was trying to communicate.

"Ease up," he said to his men, "And do we have any food for these people? Not Ration Bars, I mean something with taste."

One soldier advanced slowly and cautiously, handing the commander a pack of salted nuts. He opened it up, taking some out and eating them, then holding the open container out to Jun.

"Food?"

OOC: That was nodding that he was to wait a minute, not that he understood the sign language.

IC: The mayor looked up in awe. As a college student, he had seen wild speculation that a machine like this might one day be built, but here was the thing itself. Like a plane, in that it flew, but in few other ways. Truly, there were more to these costumed individuals than met the eye.

The helicopter touched down on a pre-marked area, the Colonel lead the mayor over to it as the engine shut off. Clearly visible, slung under the small-stubby wings were 15.5mm heavy machine guns, there were also two gun ports with 15.5mm heavy machine guns sticking out of the sides of the helicopter. As the mayor passed each Meatpuppet, he would notice that they had M-100 Assualt Rifles strapped to their backs, a few of them even had them in their hands. The Mayor also would notice the Red Tidean Flag painted on the side of the helicopter.

A side door to the helicopter slid open and Field Marshal Murmansk stepped out. The Field Marshal did not wear a costume that different from a Colonel, but he was loaded down with medals.

Colonel Roskossovsky walked up to the Field Marshal and saluted.

"Field Marshal Murmansk," The Colonel said in Russian, "This is Mayor..." A pause as the Colonel recalled the Nukians name, "Mithoa Halio Nekrethoth."

The Field Marshal wore a serious expression, but offered his hand up for a handshake.

OOC: Scaveutland you're fine. I'll reply to all IC posts tomorrow, probably.

ooc: Thanks

IC: Harris had called all but 900 of the personel to the base camp, which already had the tents, the radio post and the outer defences readied. With the machine gun nests along the perimeter and the pre-built watchtowers at the corners. So, after a day's work Harris went into the command tent and went to bed, ready to lead the exploration parties deeper into the uncharted island.

sort of SIC:

This day at the Errikan base of operations seemed to be little different. The climate was the same as it was every day, pleasantly warm early, and the natural din of nature echoing in the background remained the same as every morning. But something was very different this morning. The Grand Sovereign of the Errikan Empire was arriving.

The officers and garrison were lined in diciplined military order on the beach, watching the massive EIS Imperator, dwarfing much of the rest of the fleet that the Emperor had brought with him.

"Greetings, Colonel," Emperor Christian said warmly, returning the Colonel's salute, "I am relieved to be on land again, and far more relieved to be on the front lines once more."

"We are honored to have you, Imperator."

***

"Here."

A large map of the region lit the screen, and the Emperor now indicated the large island in the Errikan claimed area.

"I believe it is now time for some old-fashioned Errikan Diplomacy."

SIC:
The waters of the Nukan Sea were calm and warm this day, the gentle breezes that blew across them refreshing those that were fortunate enough to be swimming in these waters carefreely. Of course, some who were so fortunate would find themselves less than fortunate.

While the Errikan military operations on the mainland sought to secure some native relations, as in more than the relation between Joshua and the Canaanites, there was no such change in Errikan colonial tactics on the isle of Petolli.
After an initial bombardment by the Errikan fleet, the landing began. The strategies and tactics that had been perfected on the natives of Arterus would yet again find use, this time on the people of Petolli.

The advance inland was to be aided by shock tactics, heavy artillery and air bombardments, the Errikan heavy tanks, plus general overwhelming force, and would be reminiscent of General Sherman's march in the opposite direction in terms of sheer brutality.

"It truly is beautiful, isn't it?" the Emperor, standing at the forward command post and watching the bloody advance in the distance, commented to a commanding officer.

"What is, sir?"

"Natural Selection," he laughed, "Or, if you prefer, the destruction of weaker pagan peoples, wiping the slate clean for the settlement of stronger, civilized Christians. The expansion of our Empire to yet another corner of the world. This is beauty."

OOC: If this borders too much on godmodding, please tell me.

bump for Aeson

bump for Aeson

Aeson, you there?

OOC: Sorry, school, and this kind of slipped my mind.

IC: The natives were pushed back from the shore, and melted into the woods. It was also about this time that the Nukan artillery started answering. Meanwhile, several lumbering tanks, along with a large division of infantry were called to make the Errikan advance harder.

OOC: Sorry, school, and this kind of slipped my mind.

IC: The natives were pushed back from the shore, and melted into the woods. It was also about this time that the Nukan artillery started answering. Meanwhile, several lumbering tanks, along with a large division of infantry were called to make the Errikan advance harder.

OOC: I completely understand you there

IC:

The artillery caught initially caught the Errikans by surprise, blasting quite a few Trottles into oblivion and injuring several Faust troopers. However, their advanced and very, very heavy artillery quickly responded, targeting the sources of enemy fire and firing hundreds of rounds at the positions.

At the same time, Errikan infantry divisions ran into the advancing enemy forces.

"Open fire," came the order, which was quickly followed. Two legions of Trottles formed a wall before staging a frontal attack on the enemy as tank divisions were drawn up. Helicopters, armed with heavy machine guns (not dissimilar to GAUs) and rockets were the first to bear down on the native tanks, while many Faust troopers, who had taken up aggressive but defendable positions, aimed down on the enemies with their AE5s, which use copper coated depleted uranium bullets, and K3s, which can be used to disable modern tanks and completely destroy other armored vehicles.

The rest of the army continued its advance before hearing of the battle. They began to sweep forward and towards the battle, moving to enclose what remained of the enemy force. They would not arrive for a while, but when they did there would be rivers of native blood.

(OOC: What size is this force, and where on the island is it?)

Though the commander had no idea what the man was trying to say, he was relieved that he understood that he was trying to communicate.

"Ease up," he said to his men, "And do we have any food for these people? Not Ration Bars, I mean something with taste."

One soldier advanced slowly and cautiously, handing the commander a pack of salted nuts. He opened it up, taking some out and eating them, then holding the open container out to Jun.

"Food?"

That exchange continued, but Errikan forces elsewhere on the mainland continued to search for native correspondence.

One group of Faust Troopers found their way through the forest to a small river, which they followed. It wound through the forest before, together with another river which it met at the spot, it fell off a cliff to form a twenty foot water fall into a large, pristine pool below. The soldiers approached the edge, looking down upon the movement below.

(OOC: Just opening an opportunity for more native contact)

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