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New Reichsburg, Tinsuvilia

New Reichsburg. Home to nearly twenty million souls, of which a mere percentage prospered. Such was the case in all of Tinsuvilia in these harsh times. The empire was crumbling, it's power washed away in conflicts long forgotten by all but the eldest. Empress Looj, who had marched across the globe, her armies terrifying victims into submission, now lies ill, her fool of a son left to manage the country as her once loyal generals plotted against him.

The cities had fallen into disarray, and now covered the entire continent in a polluted haze, slums stretching endlessly from one city to another. Those who chose to travel above ground met the Riders, a vicious gang long overlooked by a corrupted police force. Below ground, miles of subterranean trains carried the empire's nearly five billion citizens around their dismal days, anxious for the comfort of their homes, often little more than four walls and a tin roof.

It was in this state that the empire now stood, a shadow of it's once grand self, as it's leaders struggled for power in the vacuum that would soon open...

Imperial Palace, New Reichsburg, Tinsuvilia

The brown oak of the palace floors could not have contrasted more starkly with the man's crisp white boots as he walked briskly down the long corridor toward a guarded double-doored entry way. Awaiting him there were two guards, dressed in the traditional white of the Imperial Watchmen. As the man approached, both saluted and stepped aside, opening the doors as he went. The scene behind was dim and dank, acrid air wafted out of the open doorway as the man, soon to be emperor, stepped inward.

Lying atop a magnificent four-poster bed lay Empress Looj, weak and dying, as though she had never accounted for the deaths of millions of men, women, and children.

"Mother," came the man's voice, a melodic hum of youthfulness.

"She is not well, as you know...," came a voice, cracked with age and distracting, from the dark corner to the man's left.

"Aiden," the man acknowledged, not allowing his voice to betray his hateful feelings toward the elderly women. "You were the one who sent for me, I presume?"

"Indeed I was," came the reply, with a slight smile. "I felt that if you are so keen to dispose of her, you should at least witness her end."

"You are a spiteful women, Aiden. I had nothing to do with mother's death, and you know this."

"I know the truth, as do you. But that is of little importance now. Your mother shall soon pass, leaving the 'empire' to you."

The man looked back toward his sickly mother, her wispy white hair moving softly with her raspy breaths. And all of a sudden, the hair was still.

The empire now had an emperor. Jevas, son of Looj.

Otnorot, Irkutsk, Hockey Canada

The crimson square that was Hockey Canada's government stood silent as a crisp October snow had begun to fall. Guards stood motionless with their rifles as beurocrats milled silently just outside the massive array of buildings. The snow falling on the red bricks would remind people of a bloodstained accident, but this was no longer a time for civil strife or confusion. This was the work of a Communist nation's attempt at order.

In her office, the Dictator who carried the title "Prime Minister" Di Lorenzi peered through her glasses out a window high up overlooking the square. Dressed in a professional suit, she held her arms behind her with poise and grace. The young dictator had just withdrawn from the Strategic Defense League and was eager to get a hand in the next big conflict. After all; the Hockey Canadian Armed Forces were only increasing and increasing. There was a dire need to test this new force and equipment.

Her office almost resembled a villain's from a novel. Some black leather couches and seats, a long table where meetings would be held with Hockey Canada's finest, some chrome supports, paintings adorned a few walls, 3 televisions with satellite feeds for all and a polished desk with the finest in computer software perched atop it.

A buzzer rang on the phone on her desk as she picked it up with haste.

"What is it?" she snapped.

"This is General Kharlamov, Prime Minister. We have recieved word that there has been a shift in power in a neighbouring country." a raspy voice replied.

Di Lorenzi's heart jumped. This was the perfect time to land a blow on a weaker nation and test the might of Hockey Canada.

"What nation is this? I don't want to get in a situation we can't just wipe out entirely." she asked.

"Tinsuvilia ma'am. The Empress Looj has passed away leaving her son as the Emperor." he retorted.

"Word on this new leader?"

"The empire is a wreck and the man won't retain power much longer. They're more likely to revolt than have order restored. He isn't as powerful a leader." the General snorted.

"Send a gift to the new Emperor. Something nice like a yacht to congratulate him on his new power and cope with the loss of his mother. I want the yacht monitored at all times though. Begin recon procedures over Tinsuvilia immediately. This place needs to be exploited and order restored. We're doing this to help them, not hurt them." she said in a calm tone.

"It will be done." he said before hanging up.

Di Lorenzi hung up and turned to look out the window looking out at the frost-covered window.

"Show time." she whispered.

Prologue

The empire was in shock, when the death of their empress was announced. For decades, she had lead the stormtroops across many countries, and her name had grown to immortal status. Now, it was her eventual mortality that took her away from her people. Jevas, her son, had announced her death as soon as he emerged from her dying chamber. His claim to the throne was swiftly following, and he adorned the black robes of the emperor barely fifteen minutes into Looj's absence. He now sits in counsel with his generals, speaking of the future of the empire.

Imperial Palace, New Reichsburg, Tinsuvilia

The room stood as a contrast to the world outside, it's elegance unendingly excessive. The people occupying it, too, were of a different sort than the commoners, who sat far below in the slums, desperate for any chance at survival, or the Riders, who created their own chances, across the lines of the law.

Jevas, obviously the most powerful figure in the room, clothed in black and gold, the colors of the emperor, stood comtemplatively near a window. He had received many gifts from the world, as condolences for his mother's passing, yet he was not one to mourn. He had, after all, been the key orchestrator behind her contracting of the plague, something that ran wild in the slums. But no one needed to know that particular piece of information.

"It is time, council. Please be seated," he stated, his voice ringing the vaulted ceiling with it's ranges. He turned slowly away from his view of the slums, his mind elsewhere. "I appreciate that you all arrived so promptly, it is a time of great need for the empire, and I thank you."

A general murmer escaped from the generals, their crisp white uniforms contrasting with Jevas' white. They had all come, Kaldor of the air corp, Haras of the army, Levo of the navy, even Aiden of the stormtroopers, who's hatred ran deep for Jevas.

"In this time of decline, our armies march no more on foreign soil, they struggle to combat these scum 'Riders' that plague our own streets. Our people have been forced below ground for their commute, only emerging above to work and live. I asked you here to solve this problem, these 'Riders' must be overcome."

"I believe," came Aiden's cracked voice, "that the best solution would be to recruit these Riders to our own forces. Their loyalty to their leaders is fierce, and if we could sway their leaders to our cause, our problems would be solved."

"No, no... Even then," Haras spoke, "even then our people would be far too accustomed to the Riders to emerge above ground. The legions have more important matters than foolish scum!"

"No," came Aiden's hushed reply, "this is of the utmost importance. We can bolster the numbers of the legions, and reduce the Riders. I will speak to them myself, if you are willing, Emperor?"

Jevas thought about her offer, then nodded. "We need all the men we can get, I agree,"

Citadel, Tinsuvilia

Aiden sighed as she emerged from the subways. All around her, slums hummed with activity, and the streets ran with things that she would rather not step in. Around her, she knew, hundred of thousands of people lived in poverty. Most of them would take her life if they knew who she was.

And she was walking towards the most dangerous of them all, Antor, leader of the Riders. This man had killed nearly as many men as he ever met, and it was unlikely that Aiden would be any different. But she had to try. This might be her only way of creating enough support for her purpose.

After walking for several minutes, Aiden came to her destination, a squat building, run down with age. Inside, her meeting awaited. Inside, the destiny of the empire might lie. Stepping in, Aiden was immediately blocked by two large guards with cheap weaponry, but weaponry that would kill a man just as well as a $2,000 assault rifle.

"She's here to see me, let her pass," came a low rumble from the darkness of the one roomed building, and as Aiden stepped forward, she was surprised to be called by name, "Aiden, General of Looj's stormtroopers. How nice of you to drop in..."

"Antor, how did you know my name?"

"The slums belong to me, old woman. I have been watching you since the instant you stepped out of that tunnel. Now, what is it that you want, I assume you aren't here for tea..."

"No, not quite," came her reply, getting to business. "I come to ask for your aid. With Looj's death, Jevas has claimed the throne, and I cannot allow this. He had a hand in his mother's death, I know it, and I must avenge her. The stormtroops alone can handle him, but I need to be able to control any uprising by commoners. That is where you come in."

Antor grinned a monsterous grin, his teeth yellow with malnutrition.

"Well, sit then! We have much to discuss!"

Otnorot, Irkutsk, Hockey Canada

"This is almost too easy."

The murmur came from the Dictator Di Lorenzi, who sat at the head of the table in her office with 12 of her most trusted leaders. There was Tsygankov of the Army, Vasiliev of the Navy, Trobruk of the Air Force, Chernikov of Special Forces, and Markov of the Tactics front. Other leaders were present including some of the finest ever four-star generals in Hockey Canadian history.

"What our our numbers?" she asked in a low tone.

"65000 tanks, 27000 armoured cars, 17000 heavy guns and 17000 artillery. 28000 Assorted Armoured Transports." Tsygankov said in an emotionless response.

"And as for troops?" she asked.

"We don't know yet ma'am. But we do know it could increase to 4% of the population with this plan you have."

"4% Sounds like a good idea, but we won't need that much. Remember the situation Atlantian Oceania is in General. We cannot afford to leave ourselves defenseless. Have 15000 tanks, 5000 armoured cars, 3500 heavy guns and artillery each, with about 7000 armoured transports. That should be enough to simply overwhealm the scattered empire that is Tinsuvilia. Organize your men immediately." she snapped.

"It will be done Prime Minister." the General said as he marched out of the room.

"Vasiliev, the Navy is where you shine. Tell me what we have." Di Lorenzi said in a somewhat annoyed tone.

"220 Destroyers, 65 carriers, 575 submarines, 130 battleships and 60 patrol ships." Vasiliev replied.

"60 Destroyers... no, make it 65. 15 Carriers and 100 subs, they're expensive. 30 Battleships and, oh, 15 patrol boats. Are we clear?"

"Yes ma'am." he replied.

"Get on it now." she snapped. The General was off before she could begin her next plan.

"Give me some good reports Trobruk. We need our Air Force in top shape." Di Lorenzi said with the entire table focused on the small General in the corner of the table.

"25000 fighters, 17000 bombers, 14000 recon planes, and 650 unmanned kamikaze planes." The General answered.

"5000, 3500, 2000 and what the heck? Send all the kamikazes. It'll go well on 'Hockey Canada's Funniest Explosions'. Clear?" She said.

"Crystal Ma'am." he replied and scurried off.

"No need for your services Chernikov. We want our Special Forces for something that stands a threat. Markov?"

"Yes ma'am?"

"Begin organizing an invasion. Based on the recon photos we have their army is in disarray and shouldn't stand a chance against us even if they were organized. Do it swiftly."

"It will be done ma'am." He said as he hurried off.

"Oh Markov?" she hollered right as the General was at the door.

"Yes ma'am?"

"I want Tinsuvilia to be hit by midnight tomorrow. Make the preparations so deliberate it shows up on every news channel in the world. Get the other Generals to work now. I don't pay them to just increase numbers."

"It will be done ma'am." he responded as he left.

"Our losses have been projected to be 3% of this. So I don't get 2 days more vacation? Big deal." she said to what was left of her party of Hockey Canada's finest.

This was going to be an invasion to remember.

OOC: here is proof that I'm not godmoding this whole thing and have been stocking up for quite some time: http://www.3wideracing.com/forums/index.php?showtopic=955. We're going to allow news coverage on this from other countries and opinions, just no actual involvement.

Prologue

Several days after Looj's passing, the empire began once more to turn back to their run down lives, filled with the monotony of the arid and drab. Jevas sat excitedly for this interval, oblivious to Aiden's betrayal.

And then everything changed.

International news channels flashed brilliantly with bulletins following a military buildup in Hockey Canada, a nearby nation to the Empire. It was assumed that these troops would move forward within days, likely toward Tinsuvilia, as the only current power on par with Hockey Canada. It is to discuss this matter that the generals once again assemble, to speak with Jevas.

Imperial Palace, New Reichsburg, Tinsuvilia

Jevas stood contemplatively, overlooking the assembly before him. Once more, all of the generals had arrived promptly.

"Council, I am unfortunately sure that you need no briefing as to why I summoned you here today. War is upon us. The nation of Hockey Canada has been building forces along their border, and a strike is expected within days. I need suggestions now as to our defendability."

Levo was first to speak, for the naval forces. "The navy is undergunned, understaffed, and out matched. We will be unable to prevent any landings, if it comes to that..."

"Unfortunately," chimed in Kaldor. "The Air Corps does not have enough men either. I believe this war will be won and lost on the ground, Emperor."

Jevas looked silently toward Haras, and then Aiden. "Then tell me of our ground preparations."

"The beaches are fortified, of course, but their strength is not infinite... The Legions can hold them for a while, but it will be urban fighting, for the most part, Emperor," said Haras.

And at last, it was Aiden's turn. "Emperor, the Riders are suited to an urban war of attrition. Backed by the Stormtroops when necessary, they will be a force to be reckoned with."

"Indeed. Then make it happen. Thank you all."

OOC: LOL... I'm not accusing YOU of godmoding, and i deliberately said that my numbers would continue to grow, just slower than normal so I have something to fall back on while on the homefront. Good luck with the essay though.

OOC: Bump for edited post above to real post.

Coast of Tinsuvilia

The first Hockey Canadian wave had pummelled through Tinsuvilian opposition in the seas all around Tinsuvilia. Casualties were some, but that was expected with the force Hockey Canada was using and the time they gave Tinsuvilia to regroup. But this was just to minimize numbers early so there would be less of a threat later on.

Using sheer numbers instead of strategy, the fleet 30 knots at full bore towards the coast to hammer the Tinsuvilian opposition. RIM-116s were launched towards enemy strongholds on the beaches of Tinsuvilia from 40 Destroyers and 20 Battleships. 5 Aircraft carriers had unloaded their intended cargo and floated over the battlefield that used to be where the Hockey Canadians engaged the Tinsuvilians.

The coast now bombed relentlessly, the Hockey Canadian landing craft hurtled towards the shore packed with over 750,000 men. This wasn't including the airbourne troops that would drop once the infantry reached the beach. The invasion tactic was much more different from that of ones expected by such a fleet. A tank with able-bodied tank workers were positoned at the front of the landing craft to give the infantry a chance to take cover upon reaching the shore. The tanks also added a more accurate firepower. The landing boats also included 2 "Sea Sparrow" Missiles that were to be launched at an enemy bunker if needed.

Admiral Vasiliev watched all this unfold from the aircraft carrier Tretiak and stood motionless looking at the invasion unfold. The first wave of men had hit the beach with problems at a minimum. There was four sectors to the beach. Each sector had four colours, and each colour had four numbers. This would keep the men knowing where to remain and who to report to once the initial strike had ceased. The Admiral sat down as soon as the ominous clouds had come and the rain began to pour. The invasion had begun.

Hockey Canadian Casualties:

Destroyers:
Ysk
Ovnoportov
Orwell

Battleship:
Kapital

Men:
1,946 (including crew on ships)