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(This is the IC thread. Keep all OOC posts in the OOC thread, which I'll make in a sec. This first post is just a placeholder for now).

OOC thread: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=505455

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Scythis looked over the charts on his desk. Everything looked about right, so he began to draw small diagrams.

"Alright, here's the thing. We have twelve million footsoldiers in France on the verge of invading Spain. There are over four hundred Dephirian ships approximately two hundred miles from Hataria's southern coasts. Transylvania shall assist in both invasions. Did I miss anything, General Skragg?"

The one that Scythis directed stood up. He had a gaping scar on his face that gave him a menacing look.

"Our airforce is departing Chitzeland as we speek. With that, over three thousand various aircraft will be available."

Scythis nodded, then sent his regards to his ally, the Count of Transylvania.

"My friend, everything is now set for the invasion of Hataria. As we speak, two hundred of my ships are surfacing and will fire upon the Hatarian Mainland with Electro-Magnetic Pulse Rounds. I thank you for granting my troops safe and swift passage through much of Europe. Now they are about to lay waste to Hatarian Spain. Amongst them are twenty thousand HellKnights, one million DeathKnights, five thousand Apocalypse Tanks, thirty thousand IFVs, and tons of other classified armour that you may find quite pleasing to see in the battlefield.

Hataria should of thought about this before conducting nuclear weapons experiments, or attacking nations much weaker than his own."

The Emperor laughed rather hauntingly.

"Those fools will all be destroyed! Har Har!"

Two Hundred Miles off the Hatarian Mainland's Southern Coast:

Two hundred ships slowly surfaced one at a time. They each aimed at the coast, and at the cities much farther in. Then, they unleashed a volley of Stonehenge Electro-Magnetic Pulse rounds.

Afterwords, the ships dived deep into the water, and became nearly invisible. This was especially well done due to the Radar disrupting power of several of the ships....

Unfortunately for the two hundred, their locations had been well known for weeks-- thanks to the radar aerostat at high altitude over the region, combined with the Hatarian submarines scattered about the region lying doggo, Hatarian and Axis Novan forces had had coverage of everything that moved in the region for almost 1800 kilometers in every direction.

Worse for the fleet, an Axis Novan Lark recon UAV had been loitering over their position-- the fleet had been easy to pick up on the Magnetic Anomaly Detector, and from that point, the stealthy aircraft had been able to follow it wherever it went, being relieved by another when fuel became low..

As a result, when the fleet begins to surface, a signal immediately goes to the orbiting airship fleet around 100 miles away, and missile and bomb bays snap open.

A few seconds later, a hail of cruise ASROCs and antiship missiles jet away from the fleet, the cruise ASROCs deploying their 80cm torpedoes into the water about 10 kilometers from the fleet, wherein they immediately engage their active homing measures and close on the nearest hostile targets.

Several thousand high-speed antiship missiles streak in as well, a number of decoys and jamming birds mixed in, creating numerous false radar signatures as their high-output jammers strobe and pulse. The ASMs, along with the decoys and jamming birds, begin automatically executing random evasive maneuvers to throw off the enemy countermeasures.

The airship fleet immediately starts up it's long range point defenses, accurately targeting and picking off as many of the shells as possible with it's long range Ra Kai lasers before they pass over the horizon, the job being handed over to Vertigo HT-1 units as they come within line of sight of the shore. While the cloud of shells takes massive losses, a few plunk down and detonate over several random beaches in any case--- however, after the EMP detonations, there is no immediately obvious effect.

As if a switch somewhere had been closed, a powerful cyberattack suddenly begins hitting the Dephiran military computer networks, backed up by the massive power of the Axis Novan intelligence service's RSQL black box supercomputers.

Massive numbers of brute force attacks, attempts to subvert systems and insert control worms begin to strike every single Dephiran military computer and satellite connected to telephone networks, the Internet, or utilizing a radio system.

Official Communication from the Dominion

At this time, there is a State of War between the Dominion Commonwealth and the Hatarian Empire for it use of random testing nuclear weapons, in which a nuke test was in France that killed many innocent lives, and for the fact that they tried to invade a nation that was smaller then them in size. They tried to invade a nation of millions for god know what and the Hatarian Empire is in the billions. The evil leaders of that nation ordered all of these actions.

As of now, there have been reports of the Hatarian Empire running from their colonies and leaving them without leadership or food. These colonies have gone into chaos as the Hatarians ran back to their mainland. The Hatarian Empire is a disgrace to the other empire of this world called Earth. It makes me sick!

Today under my orders and blesses, Lord Governor Vega had his forces launch an attack on the Hatarian mainland. This is the first strike of many until the evil government of the falls to its knees and begs for their lives.

The Dominion and her Commonwealth state will only attack military targets and government targets. He will only use the tactics of real men in this battle. No weapons of mass destructions will be used by the forces of the Dominion and the Dominion Commonwealth forces. You have my word!

The forces of the Dominion will move into the former colonies of the Hatarian Empire and aid the people left to defend for themselves. We will rebuilt things that the Hatarian Empire destroy. We will give food and water to those people. We will save the people of Cuba, Brazil, the Bouvet Island, Algeria, China, Hong Kong, Spain, and Japan.

At this time, I will place bounties on the heads of the Hatarian Empire and high ranking officers of their armed forces.

The bounty on the head of Empress Nehernia The Conqueror is 150 million USD alive and 50 million USD dead.

The bounty on the head of Grand Shogun Nadia Le Havere is 100 million USD alive and 50 million USD dead.

The bounty on the head of the Crown Princess Galaxia is 75 million USD alive and 25 million USD dead.

The bounty on the head of the Prince Skulltor is 55 million USD alive and 15 million USD dead.

Every high ranking officers of their armed forces have bounties of 5 million USD alive and 750,000 USD dead.

Hatarians, raise up and look at your own government. Look at their hateful ways. Look at their dumb actions of the past. The House of Del Lunaria has caused many wars for Hataria in the past, wars that should have not been started. But they were started for foolish actions by the House of Del Lunaria.

Live long!

Signed,
Count JWolf
The God-Emperor of the Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth

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With the message send all around the world, the Count ordered his army to get ready to move into Spain. They were an army of safety and hope for the Spanish people, they would bring water and food with them. This army would be send as protectors of their land, or that is what the Count hoped for.

Dominion satellites have watched the former Hatarian colonies as the Hatarian overlords call their soldiers back home. They watched as the colonies were emptied of Hatarian soldiers.

The Count got a message to Lord Governor Vega about the Dephiran soldiers in his land.

TO: Lord Governor Vega
FROM: Your Lord Marshall

Your soldiers will be need in the Hatarian mainland, I will held the control of the former colonies of the evil Hatarian Empire. Ready these soldiers after the Hatarian Empire’s air force falls to our hands.

Ready your bombers to attack their mainland, aim for military targets because we are not the animals.

I will ready my bombers to aid in the attacks.

Live long!

Signed,
Count JWolf
The God-Emperor of the Dominion
The Lord Marshall of the Dominion Commonwealth

With that message send, the Count began to order the Spanish Freedom Army, as it was codename, to move to the boats and prepared themselves to go to Spain. They were ready to help these people to up their feet under them again.

A message was send as the transport boats, a total of ten Ivan Rogov class large landing ships with four Sovremenny class destroyers as escorts, moved across the water.

“People of Spain, we are friends. We will make your lands into a temporary colony of the Dominion until you can get your feet under you again. After your feet are under you, we will offer your nation a membership to the Dominion Commonwealth. We only want what is good for your people. Don’t fire on our ships, they are there for help to your nation.”

The Dominion naval ships, flying the Dominion flag, moved across the Mediterranean Sea. Knowing nothing that they would meet on their trip. The soldiers not knowing anything about what they would see on those lands.

While the speech was indeed impressive, due to Hatarian forces having demolished or cannibalized most radio stations, TV stations, and telephone exchanges before leaving, unfortunately, not many people would hear them except on portable radios and pirate radio stations.

OOC:
I must ask as to how you are able to hack into a closed network system...

As the Dominion naval ships were not even close to half way to Spain, something weird as they had not got a message from Spain back. What had the Hatarians done in Spain? Did they kill the people of Spain before they ran with their tails between their legs? Or maybe they locked the people of Spain in their homes or large warehouses?

Those were the questions asked through the minds of the soldiers and naval men on the ships. What could they come unto as they near the coast. Would be a sea of blood hitting their gray hulled ships? Would they find rotten bodies in the cities of Spain?

A message was send back to the Dominion Navy Command about not getting a message from Spain. So, they did the next best thing. They got in touch with the Count and told him the best news. The Count on the other hand knew what to do.

So…he send an order to the Dominion Air Force Command to put some speaker birds in the air and fly them over the skies of Spain. A speaker bird was a UH-1D 'Huey' with a large amount of speakers on it. They were used as flying radios for times of long war. These birds were unarmed because they were for peace and not war.

The DAFC order two Huey speaker birds to enter the air and head toward Spain, the two speaker birds were stationed on a Nimitz-class aircraft carrier with the Ligurian Sea Fleet. But the fleet was not in the Ligurian Sea, it was in the Mediterranean Sea between of Corsica and Spain. What the fleet, which was the carrier and two Hydra class frigates, doing in that area was patrolling the sea for pirates or something.

The speaker birds moved towards Spain, preparing their message as they crossed into the water surrounding Spain. The pilots keep an eye open as they move closer to the coast. Moving close to the city of Valencia.

As the speaker birds near the city and began to play the message again thorough the speakers, but add some things to it.

“People of Spain, we are friends. We will make your lands into a temporary colony of the Dominion until you can get your feet under you again. After your feet are under you, we will offer your nation a membership to the Dominion Commonwealth. We only want what is good for your people. Don’t fire on our ships or these helicopters, they are there for help to your nation. Show yourselves to us and everything will be alright. We are friends not foes.”

The message was played over and over until it was answered.

OOC:
Also, Axis Nova...the position of those ships would be more related to OOC knowledge, considering that I spoke about it with you in presence.

The people who see the helicopters react in various ways; some of them watch the helicopters, some run to hide in their homes and escape the chopper's view, and some fire at the choppers with old hunting rifles and shotguns. No real organization seems to be apparent.

It seems the Spanish people are rather blase about the latest in a long line of conquerors...

The helicopters being high enough that they were not hit by the fire by some the people of Spain. The two helicopters continued on their paths around the city. Their co-pilot keep an eye on the surround area.

The message back again and again.

“People of Spain, we are friends. We will make your lands into a temporary colony of the Dominion until you can get your feet under you again. After your feet are under you, we will offer your nation a membership to the Dominion Commonwealth. We only want what is good for your people. Don’t fire on our ships or these helicopters, they are there for help to your nation. Show yourselves to us and everything will be alright. We are friends not foes.”

As the choppers near the TV station, they saw the damage to the roof and other area. So, they reported back to their carrier.

As the helicopter flew back towards the docks, they got a message from the carrier. Telling to land one bird on the dock and to find somebody to talk to him.

So, one speaker bird moved towards the dock as the other keep a watchful eye. The co-pilot got out rights the bird touched the dock. As the door shut and the co-pilot moved out of the way, the bird entered the air.

In the man’s hand was a white flag, he walked towards the city. The two birds turned back towards their carrier.

As the man walked, he had no idea what was going to happen. All he had was Burning Fox pistol (9mm) and the white flag in his hand. He waved as he walked.

The Dominion would see what the Hatarian Empire did to these people and one Dominionite, the co-pilot, would be the first to see it.

The young brown haired, green eyed man was going to be the voice of the Dominion to the people of Spain.

"Fire the anti-missile gattling cannons!"

A wall of bullets sprayed forward in all directions of the missiles.

"Brace for impact!"

Several missiles impacted one of the Dephirian submarines. Alarms rang throughout. The men in the submarines scrambled.

"Surface! We need to surface!"

The submarine began to to rise rapidly, but it's progress began to decline.

"Damn it! We are taking in too much water! All hands, try to get to the escape pods!"

The sailors headed towards respected torpedo-shaped pods. These were used incase the sub was struck. One after the other, pods were launched. They began to rise rapidly to the surface where the men could deploy a life-raft.

Fourty rafts were on the surface of the water by the time the submarine had hit the bottom of the sea. This was the first of several others. Eventually, there were roughly two thousand rafts that floated on the surface, with roughly three to four men apiece.

All-in-all, a total of seventeen submarines were destoyed. Several others were damaged severely. Out of a force of two hundred cannon-bearing submarines, there were now one hundred fully operable.

Jane Romanov swore under her breath.

"Shiatora!"

Her sailors gasped.

"Oh hush. It's not like you haven't ever heard me say that before! Change our heading now, we must get out of this zone. Head back towards the Motherland. For now, we retreat and regroup. If those damn Hatarians dare follow, they can meet our defenses."

Sensing blood in the water, the Axis Novan airship fleet begins flying somewhat closer to the damaged Dephiran fleet. Utilizing the Lark UAV orbiting over the fleet for accurate targeting data, a further salvo of antiship missiles and cruise ASROCs spew forth from launchers and bays, targeting more ships and submarines.

This time, however, something new is deployed: the two carriers in the fleet each spew forth six Middleman (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=11100199&postcount=42) drones, each with six E-Bombs beneath the wings.

Quickly aligning on the correct courses to intercept their designated targets, the ridiculously powerful engines ignite as the unmanned drones scream off, quickly accelerating towards Mach 10 and beginning to close the distance between the Axis Nova fleet and the Dephiran one ridiculously quickly.

As the unmanned craft streak towards their kamikaze targets, they fire the loaded E-Bombs once within range, sending a rain of 60 electromagnetic pulse devices outwards across the Dephiran fleet.

At worst, it would cause a distraction; at best, it would disable large portions of the enemy surface fleet, though, unfortunately, the water would shield the subs from the EMPs.

Fortunately for the massive amount of ordnance being flung downrange towards the Dephiran fleet, Axis Novan computer technology is based on superconductors rather than semiconductors, and thus will not be affected to any serious degree by being caught in the EMPs.

"Ma'am, those enemy vessels aren't letting up. Surface ships...aren't responding."

Jane sat up straight, even with an additional one hundred miles in between them and the Axis-Nova fleet, the news was disturbing.

"Damn it. Must be EMP. Stupid Los Mexican idiots can't build proper ships."

Her sailors looked at her with awkward expressions.

"Los Mexican ships?"

Jane laughed.

"You honestly don't expect us to actually send in our real naval fleet in this conflict, do you? PAH! Power our additional engines, we have done our will. Total losses thus far, one hundred and thirty ships. All are Los Mexican grade."

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The surface fleet had slowed to a halt, engines near inopperable. Gattling fire still commenced all around, bullets flying everywhere.

"Brace for impact!"

An explosion shook one of the ships.

"Missiles! They are everywhere!"

Another explosion.

"Where is our defending fleet?"

"Sir, the Admiral of Dephire left!"

"WHAT?! OH SHIT!"

As the static from the EMP clears, a radio transmission in the clear comes from the Axis Novan airship fleet to the remaining surface ships.

"This is Admiral Rosenmain of the 9th Airborne Fleet. Cease offensive actions immediately, shut down your radars, and surrender. If you choose to surrender, you will be treated as prisoners of war and potentially restored to your home nations at a later date. If you do not, death is your only option. Your fleet lacks the power to stand up to this one-- you have ten minutes to decide."

A small fleet of transports and escort destroyers begins to make ready at one of the Hatarian ports.

The Count was getting tried of this war of words between himself and the Axis Novans or the Crown Princess. He was having fun, but he got some reports that the Dephire fleet was under attack by those cowards in their airship. The Dominion had already planned to move in and aid the Dephire fleet, but they moved in too early. They jumped the gun with their fleet’s attack, the Dominion was still getting their war fleet together.

Most of the war fleet was still in dock, but the big guns were already waiting to move out. The Dominion was going to use the naval fleet and air fleets to moved in on the mainland. The best of both worlds.

As of now, the flagship of the Dominion Navy, the DN The Bloody Death, the Dominion’s own Hood heavily armored battleship, waited like it was told to do fifteen miles from the Dominion’s water. Around it was a large number of ships; two Centurion class battleships, the DN Jorge's Vision & the DN The Enlightenment Inquisitor, four Haven class trimaran battleships, the DN The Doom of the Serpent & the DN The Evil Nightmare of the Seven Seas & the DN The Damned Raider of the East & the DN The Hateful Wolf, five Johnston-class AA destroyers, the DN Liberator Shark & the DN Infamous Sunrise & the DN Champion Sigil & the DN Serene Warrior & the DN Chaotic Bowman, twenty Tritus class trimarine frigates, fifteen Harius class submarines and countless numbers of support and supply ships. This fleet could be seen by anybody with a satellite.

Above of the fleet, there was a single airship fleet patrolling the skies of the naval fleet. The name of the air fleet was the 23rd Death Commando (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/DeathCommando.jpg). The full unit was in the skies above; twenty Hyperion class rigid airships, twenty Trojan class rigid aircraft carriers, twenty Trojan II class rigid airborne aircraft carriers, forty Mako class airship bombers, and forty Spartan fleet defense blimps.

These fleets were not the whole war fleet, only the first part of it. The second and last part was the transport ships and their fleets to guard them. The second part was send being load and other things.

So the order was giving, the Bloody Death and her fleet moved out on the path to the mian land. It was on like two rabbits in heat.

One of the sailors ran onto the deck of his ship and yelled out.

"We surrender! Just stop shooting at us!"

There were several sailors that joined in with him, each of them waving a white flag. Little did they know of the fifteen torpedos speeding towards them.

The explosions were immensive. Hundreds of sailors were scattered everywhere. The ship in which the surrendering sailors had begun to list at a rate that the ship would be fully submerged in less than five minutes. This attack, however, did not stop the others from surrendering. As one Los Mexican ship fully submitted to surrender, it was instantly destroyed by a far off submarine. Several did survive. This was all the distraction needed to get Admiral Jane Romanov and her small Dephirian submarine fleet to escape.

As the submarines began to head full-speed to friendlier waters, the Los Mexican fleet was engulfed in flames. Smoke collumns could be seen for miles around as the one hundred and fifty ships burned.

That left nearly one hundred and seventy ships to escape. Jane was proud to have gotten rid of the idiotic Los Mexicans. They were a rather...cumbersome group. Always lacking in true skill of battle. It was Jane who had seen Los Mexico's fall first-hand as her fleet annihlated theirs. Now the Los Mexican government is under full control of the Dephirians. They provide extremely cheap and beneficial labour.

Jane's fleet was nearing two hundred miles away from previous location, which meant four hundred miles away from Hatarian soil. This distance was close to the distance between the southern tip of Florida and the northern-most tip of Cuba.

The Admiral was trying to put as much distance as possible. She had no surface ships, but she did not need them. Before she left the naval battle, she staged a 'death'. Five hundred depth charges were to go off nearly thirty minutes after her departure. This would ensure that the Hataria-Axis Nova forces would think that she was dead.

Her submarine started up it's ninth and tenth engines. She should be back to the Motherland within two days tops.

French Front (Dephirian Troops):

"You know what? It's quite sad how we can not just do the world a favour and invade Spain. We have enough guns and men to do the job! Why is it that we can not just go in and beat those damn Hatarians?"

General Skragg overheard the drunk soldier. The Dephirian Front was located along the Pyrenees Mountains. Spain was to the southwest, a mere hop away. Every Dephirian soldier was tired, but this exhaustion would not get the best of them. A forced trek over much of the Middle East and through Europe can do that to an army of almost fourteen million.

Logistics was beginning to become a problem. The problem was solved due to a rather startling support of the Europeans, save Spain and Portugal. Ten thousand Apocalypse Tanks rolled in, and are amongst the front line of the Dephirian Armour.

Other armour includes their artillery, infantry fighting vehicles, anti-air, and other necessities. Also with them were enough supply vehicles to keep an army of fifty million soldiers working for years. Most of these supply vehicles were placed in heavily fortified underground bunkers for the duration of the French Front.

General Skragg walked over to the drunk soldier, die-katana sheathed at his side.

"We are not to attack Spain until orders are given to attack Spain. There are alot of innocent people in that country. They could prove useful to us in the initial invasion of Hataria."

The soldier stood up. His drunken stench clung to every part of him.

"Why should I even listen to you old man? Filthy fuggah!"

He spat on the ground in front of Skragg. Skragg, staying rather calm, slowly pulled out the die-katana. Die-Katanas are the universal weapon of a Godsend. Each are custom made to best fit the person. Skraggs was made for power and speed. It's devious blade made the drunk soldier turn ghostly white. He even fell on his ass while trying to back up. Skragg took two steps forward, and spoke with words that would send chills down anyone's spine.

"Never talk like that to your Superior Officer. Never. I should cut you and fling your pathetic body to those Hatarians over on the otherside of those mountains. In fact, I think I'll do that. You see, foolish one, I am General Cornealius Skragg. A Godsend. Scythis' second right-hand man and Supreme Commander of the Dephirian Army. You will show me respect."

The soldier tried to run away, but his efforts were forfeit. A flash glinted in the air. Nothing could stop it, and in a moments notice...the soldier fell to the ground in two pieces. Skragg bent over to examine his kill.

"Hmm. Seems like I need to sharpen my sword some more. Getting a bit rough on the edges."

He stood up and addressed the Dephirians inside the tent.

"Clean this up. Preserve his body. I might need it soon. Ah, to hell with it. Burn the body, then scatter the ashes on our shit piles."

The soldiers stood up and saluted the Godsend, whom saluted in return. They then got to work cleaning up the mess.

Skragg walked outside of the tent. It was getting chilly, so he pulled his black cloak closer to keep himself warm. The mountains seemed like small giants, much smaller in comparison to the ones at home. Cornealius walked through the massive camp towards his planning tent. It was large and spanned roughly ten square acres. Inside, he made way to a large table in the center. Upon the table were maps. These maps were strewn everywhere. As he searched through them, he began to speak aloud.

"We need to find away through these damn mountains, but where?"

That's when he found the map he was looking for.

"This looks somewhat promising, but I doubt it'll be effective."

One of his soldiers walked up towards him.

"What is that sir?"

Skragg looked at the soldier.

"Within the Pyrenees are rivers. We could attempt to utilize these rivers to possibly get through the mountains, or we could simply go around them."

The soldier looked confused.

"Around? How?"

Skragg smiled and laughed.

"By boat!"

The soldier looked even more confused, and Skragg explained.

"The Pyrenees are not as much of a set-back that we had stressed it to be. Compared to the Shetterdan Mountains back at home, these are ants. We could try to blast those mountains to pebbles, go litterally through the mountains by tunneling, try to trek over the mountains, find a safe passage, or try and go around the mountains. Not that hard really."

The soldier nodded and then left. Skragg returned to his maps.

Alexandria Square, Alexandria, Dephire:

A man wearing a black cloak that was worn over a black robe and black leather armour was walking down a street. He looked at the sign which read, 'First Street' in English and 'Forqua Teereas' for Dephirian. Something bothered him, as if someone were following him.

The cloaked man continued his journey through the city which was quite empty even for being the most populated and largest city in Dephire. This was unsettling for the cloaked man who still continued his way. He passed a sign that read, 'Market Square'. The man turned onto the street and headed for the square.

The Market Square was roughly twenty square acres. The center had a raised area for public speeches. No one was present today. Not even the birds were around. Odd. The man looked around, his nerves being extremely unsettled. His veins were pulsing, and his heart racing. He walked onto the dead center of the raised platform. Now his fears were to become confirmed.

A light pattering sound was behind him, but when the cloaked man turned...no one was there. As he turned around, he heard the patter again. This time, he unsheathed his die-katana, and swung while turning. The blade met that of another, and the loud 'crack' echoed through the square.

Alarmed, the cloaked man jumped back a few paces. He turned around, but there was a figure in his way. The figure was dressed in black, similar to the cloaked man..very similar. Three more figures appeared, each with their own die-katanas drawn. The cloaked figure looked around him, and there were now six. Eight. Ten. He was now surrounded by twenty armed figures dressed in black robes wearing black cloaks. All were hooded. Finally, the figure that had deflected the cloaked man's swing spoke.

"You are under arrest. Come peacefully, and you may yet live. However, if you come with hostilities, then I will regret having to decapitate you where you stand."

The cloaked man laughed as he spoke.

"Are you mad? Do you have any idea who I am?"

One of the figures answered.

"You sir are under arrest!"

The cloaked man lowered his hood.

"I am Ba'al, Scythis' brother! What mad man gave you the authority to arrest me?"

The figure that spoke first, the one that had deflected Ba'al's sword, spoke with a calm voice.

"Who else but Lord Scythis himself?"

Scythis swore under his breath.

"Well, I have a message for Scythis. How about, 'over my dead body'?"

The small slaughter was swift as Ba'al wasted the twenty men in one fluent strike. Twenty men equaled to fourty halves. They did not even get the chance to pull out their swords, save for the one. Ba'al departed the square, and made his way to the Tower to speak with his brother.

Tag

As the first part of the Dominion’s war fleet moved out, the second part was being ready to leave in a few more hours. This fleet will be the transport ships and their escorts. Loaded with the soldiers that would land on the mainland after the war fleet opened a hole in their defenses.

From the looks of it, there were going to be hundred Ivan Rogov class large landing ships to be used in this invasion fleet. Each one at some port of the Dominion’s European mainland. At the same time as the soldiers and their vehicles were being load, the transport fleet was being prepared and fitted with everything they need.

Already ten Iowa-class battleships have moved to the meeting point of the fleet, the same meeting point as the first part of the fleet. Yes, they are some up of dated battleships, but they still have some fight in them.

The rest of the escort fleet were twenty Hydra class frigates, forty Sovremenny class destroyers, twenty Wyth class monohull missile cruisers, twenty Harius class submarines and countless more support and supply ships.

Two more airship fleet would be with them as they travel the long way to the Hatarian mainland, these airship fleets were the 2nd Dragoon (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Dragoon.jpg) and the 24th König Wolf (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/KnigWolf.jpg). Each fleet was the same as the one travel in the first part of the war fleet.

It would be hours before this part of the war fleet moved out, so the first part, the hammer of the massive Dominion, would be hours ahead on them. But that is the way it needs to be.

Meanwhile on one of the full load Ivan Rogov, a meeting was happening in the hold of the ship. The men could feel the ship as it moved out towards the meeting point. This meeting will mean everything for the upcoming battle. There were five people already stay around a few tanks, which were painted black with the Dominion flag.

These men were wearing normal clothes, not in their Transylvanian body armor there was not need to be in it. They were all standing around in a circle.

There were some really tall men, Lieutenant General Andrei Stan & Lieutenant Colonel Ragnarok Eriksson & the Shadow Fox leader, Death. The other two were around six foot two or shorter.

The Viking soldier, Ragnarok, is the tallest one n the group, standing in at eight foot tall. He was wearing a maroon military looking uniform, his body look like a warehouse of just muscle. A person that you don’t want to mess with. He has long blonde hair that falls over his shoulders and a match long beard. His light blue looked down at the man next to him.

Ragnarok’s heave sniper, Ares, a forty year old man with short gray hair. He was six foot and nothing. A light weight sniper. He was wearing some black pants and white t-shirt.

On the other side was Lieutenant General Andrei Stan, an equal tall and muscled soldier like Ragnarok is. Only that Andrei, or also known as Diamondback, is six foot ten. He has shoulder length brown hair with a matching brown full beard, his eyes were a mix between a light green color and hazel color. Right now, he was wearing a light tan tank-top, brown combat pants and black combat boots. Andrei is one of the five founders of Tiger Force, a subunit of the 1st Blood Wolves. He looked over at the bald black man next to him.

The bald black man was a five inches shorter then Andrei, being six foot five. But he was still a muscled man like Andrei. He was one of the one of the five founders of Tiger Force, but he was now a Shadow Fox. He was Death and he was wearing black clothes and a skull was painted on his face.

The last one is Fang (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Fang.jpg), one of the five founders of Tiger Force. Being at five foot ten, he was the shortest one at the meeting.

“Looks like the Count is not messing around,” said Andrei. “All hundred members of Tiger Force, Death and his Grim Reapers. Plus, the numbers of our fighting forces that will be used. Blood Wolves, Raptors, Dragon Slayers, Shadow Foxes and the support soldiers of Mason’s Wolves.”

“Damn right, General.” came a voice behind him.

He looked back to see General Ronald Dawson (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Dawson.jpg), the Four Horseman named Death, on top of one of the tanks. Dawson is the leader of all of the soldiers in the 1st Blood Wolves. Next to him was Lieutenant General Jaeger McKnight (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/McKnight2.jpg), the Four Horseman named Famine, the leader of all of the 4th Raptors.

“This will be the war of ages, gentlemen. The Bloody Death will lead the way and we will follow.” said Dawson. He looked down at the five men, the men under his command as acting commander of all soldiers of the Hatarian Invasion. “The Count has only one thing for use to do, kill the Hataria scum. And one more thing, live long!”

At that time, the two horsemen, only known in private, hopped down and got to planning the upcoming invasion.

Meanwhile, the bombers of the Dominion will being armed and fueled at the many airbases within the Dominion. One by one the armed and fueled bombers entered the air. Soon the sky was filled with thousand of bombers, load with anti-armor bombs or napalm bombs. A mix of five hundred B-52 Stratofortress heavy bombers, two hundred Tu-160 Blackjack supersonic strategic bombers and the rest were B-1B Lancer multi-role long-range bombers. All ready to attack one thing, the Axis Novan airship fleet. They moved toward the sea as a black cloud of death and mayhem. It would be hours before they arrived at their target, but the crews were ready to unleashed hell.

When they got near their target, the planes from the airship fleet, with the first part of the war fleet, would launch and act as their escorts.

War was coming and the Dominion was pissed.

The helicopters being high enough that they were not hit by the fire by some the people of Spain. The two helicopters continued on their paths around the city. Their co-pilot keep an eye on the surround area.

The message back again and again.

“People of Spain, we are friends. We will make your lands into a temporary colony of the Dominion until you can get your feet under you again. After your feet are under you, we will offer your nation a membership to the Dominion Commonwealth. We only want what is good for your people. Don’t fire on our ships or these helicopters, they are there for help to your nation. Show yourselves to us and everything will be alright. We are friends not foes.”

As the choppers near the TV station, they saw the damage to the roof and other area. So, they reported back to their carrier.

As the helicopter flew back towards the docks, they got a message from the carrier. Telling to land one bird on the dock and to find somebody to talk to him.

So, one speaker bird moved towards the dock as the other keep a watchful eye. The co-pilot got out rights the bird touched the dock. As the door shut and the co-pilot moved out of the way, the bird entered the air.

In the man’s hand was a white flag, he walked towards the city. The two birds turned back towards their carrier.

As the man walked, he had no idea what was going to happen. All he had was Burning Fox pistol (9mm) and the white flag in his hand. He waved as he walked.

The Dominion would see what the Hatarian Empire did to these people and one Dominionite, the co-pilot, would be the first to see it.

The young brown haired, green eyed man was going to be the voice of the Dominion to the people of Spain.

The lone man moved down the dock still waving the white flag. Watching for somebody to greet him or something.

The Five-Star General was overlooking the new orders. They were extremely confusing, especially since the Army had just arrived in France just a few days ago. Now they were being ordered to ship out to a far off nation of Hataria.

"Impossible. We don't even have the damn ability to move that quickly."

He paced between his chair and the bookshelf as he tried to plan it out. A soldier rushed into the tent.

"Sir! The Dominion of Transylvania has begun to move their armada!"

Skragg looked at the soldier.

"That's good news. Any more would be most appreciated."

The soldier smiled and laughed.

"Our true Dephirian Fleet has arrived to pick us up. Not only that, but our Airforce is begining to head this way. Those bastards of Hataria will yet see the light of day once the massive Dominion Commonwealth War Machine is in motion!"

The General smiled.

"Continue with your duties. It will be some time before we head out.."

The lone man moved down the dock still waving the white flag. Watching for somebody to greet him or something.

One Fisherman saw the guy and said, "What do you want Dracula?"

OOC: Thanks to The Book and Movies, everyone in The Empire thinks everyone in Transylvania are Vampires.

OOC:
That's your fantastic post?

One Fisherman saw the guy and said, "What do you want Dracula?"

The lone pilot just smiled as he walked near him. With the white flag still in his hands, he said “I come in peace on be half of the Dominion.”. He spoke in damn good English.

“My name is Ivan Ferber of the Dominion Air Force,” he said offered his right hand to the man, “Can you show me to the nearest ‘leader’ of your land?”

As the Transylvanian fleet assembles, in space, an Axis Novan satellite watches, taking note.

Meanwhile, the Hatarian transport fleet reaches the seriously damaged Los Mexican fleet and begins boarding the ones still floating with marines and medical teams, taking the crews into custody, subduing resistance, and giving medical attention to the wounded. A few hours later, the transport fleet pulls away, loaded with prisoners. The Hatarian destroyers escorting it send a few torpedoes into each of the now-empty ships, sending them to the bottom of the ocean.

The 9th Airborne returns to base and rearms, soon reinforced by the 15th, 18th, and 29th. The fleets soon take to the air again, air superiority UAVs and Falcon recon UAVs patrolling in every direction.

No radar is active from the air fleet or it's subsidiary UAVs, as the radar aerostat is maintaining a datalink with them.

As the Transylvanian fleet assembles, in space, an Axis Novan satellite watches, taking note.

Meanwhile, the Hatarian transport fleet reaches the seriously damaged Los Mexican fleet and begins boarding the ones still floating with marines and medical teams, taking the crews into custody, subduing resistance, and giving medical attention to the wounded. A few hours later, the transport fleet pulls away, loaded with prisoners. The Hatarian destroyers escorting it send a few torpedoes into each of the now-empty ships, sending them to the bottom of the ocean.

The 9th Airborne returns to base and rearms, soon reinforced by the 15th, 18th, and 29th. The fleets soon take to the air again, air superiority UAVs and Falcon recon UAVs patrolling in every direction.

No radar is active from the air fleet or it's subsidiary UAVs, as the radar aerostat is maintaining a datalink with them.

Empress Neherenia decided to Make The Axis Novan Commander Grand General-Shogun of all Allied Forces against The Dominion/Dephire Invasion and Grand General Asuka his Second in Command.

He also sent a Messenge to The enemy Declareing that their Armies will be Bird food and their Fleets become Reefs and their Nations will Burn!

In short, a Normal Hatarian Threat of Defeat for The enemy.

On the assorted beaches and islands of southern Hataria and Western Hataria, there is plenty of bustle and work as hasty fortifications are poured from plascrete, gun emplacements erected and missile launchers rolled into position. As soon as each emplacement is complete, a roof covered with OLED camo is constructed above it to prevent satellites from getting a good view (in the case of the AA weapons, the roof is designed to be quickly removed).

Czech hedgehogs are also being produced in great number and ferried to the beaches, and tossed into the water and on the beaches as well, to trip up landing craft and impede tanks. The command-detonated minefields continue to be expanded outwards from beaches, laid on land as well along borders.

Fake emplacements are created as well, to fool the enemy-- little more than metal shells to get a return from radar.

Hatarian troops as well hurriedly prepare-- older tanks being upgraded using the purchased upgraded packages when possible, when not, shoving the old stuff aside as trash and hopping onboard the new ones. Soon, vast lots of hurriedly parked vehicles and warehouses full of discarded bolt-action rifles and AK-47s dot Hatarian bases as troops grab new weapons out of crates and have ammunition handed out to them, then hop aboard the new trucks to tear off towards assembly points.

Some snags with this hurried mobilization are already apparent: the Hatarians lack sufficient fuel resources to handle the sudden mushrooming in the number of vehicles in their military.

After some initial wrangling and problems, fuel dumps begin to be established in strategic locations, with fueling stations hastily knocked together by Hatarian and Axis Novan combat engineers. While the dumps are temporary for the moment, they serve well enough to alleviate the problem.

Another problem immediately apparent to all is the hideous vunerability of the impromptu Hatarian motorized infantry to air attack; with no armor to speak of and no anti-air weapons, a single run from a ground attack aircraft could render an entire battalion a field of burning wreckage.

Two solutions are found: a short-term one consisting of Tunguskas escorting the convoys, and a longer term one involving the construction of anti-aircraft emplacements at strategic locations along supply routes.

As the rushing and bustling continues, it soon becomes apparent that the Hatarian and Axis Novan forces are starting to coalesce into four major groupings: Army Group West, which is responsible for covering Western Hataria and the western shores of Hataria, Army Group Central, which covers the southwestern and southern areas of the Hatarian coast, Army Group East, which covers the southeastern beaches and approaches, and finally, Reserve Group, a massive group larger than all the others combined, intended to rush where neccesary to plug holes.

Hatarians were doing their Part, Building Tanks and Planes for The Militaries of Hataria and Axis Nova, Growing Victory Gardens, and Burning Dephire and Transylvanian Flags.

Empress Neherenia and Grand Shogun Nadia soon declared a Bounty on The Heads of Count JWolf and The Rulers of Dephire over over 2,000,000,000,000 Ruta ($100,000,000)

The enemy will pay

The bombers were called back after they left the Dominion’s European airspace. Why? Well, not because the Dominion calling off this war. No, never that. The main reason was the war fleet was a bloody week from their target. My God, that’s a long trip for anybody. Lets hope the Dominionites made sure they did not get lazy. Nope, that will never happen. They were the best of the best of the best of the best and so on.

The massive armada moved onwards and into the light. That is not even half of what the Dominion would bring to the party to win this war against evil empires. Hell, it is even a quarter of what they would bring to get the war over war criminals.

The Count was sickened after hearing about times of crimes against humanity were being done in Bretton. Forcing woman to kill their babies, if they have any weakness. The one race policy that the government uses turn their own people in one race of same colored. The Count would deal with them later, The evil and cruel Hatarian Empire was in his sights. They are lined up in his crosshairs and he was ready to fire.

Dominion satellites, in which have moved in on the mainland and area around that was done during the Hatarian Empire run for the homeland, locked on the enemy forces. Catching everything before most things just disappeared like they were never really there. What kind of magic is that? Are the Hatarians dealing with black magic?

Well, the operators did their job and marked everything the satellites picked up. The Dominion knew this was not going to be an easy fight, no fight is an easy one unless you are God, himself.

After receiving the message from the Hatarian Empire, the Count was laughing at what the enemy declared. You can’t count your eggs before they hatch. The Count knows that, the whole of the Dominion knows that, and any smart person knows that. The next message made it worst for the Hatarian Empire to be taken as a threat to the Dominion. The low bounty on the Count was dumb, a hundred million to take a man that would need a whole army to get him. Then last thing was the flag burning, what type of action is that?

So, the Lord Marshall, the one and only Count of the Dominion as he is the only person with the title Count in the whole Dominion. The reason for that is because the Count is a cool title and nobody else needs it. There are other titles out there for the nobles of the Dominion to use; Duke, Baron and Baroness, Lord and Ladies, and many more. The House of Wolf is not the only noble family in the Dominion.

Oh yeah, he was writing message to the world.

Official Communication from the Dominion

Greetings people of the world, Axis Novans, and Hatarians, I’m to answer the latest message I got from the Hatarian Empire. I find their threats laughable and childish. If the proud Axis Novan forces were not guarding them, would they still act this way? I say that they will because it is in their nature.

Now, the Hatarian Empire declared that my armies will be bird food and that my proud fleets become nothing but reefs. And here comes the funny part of it all. That the Dominion will burn! Funny! Don’t count your eggs before they hatch, that is a good lesson to learn. Time will tell what becomes of my armies and of my fleets, time will tell those things not for some head of an empire without colonies. An empire without its protectorates is like a snake without its body.

As of now, those colonies are in hands of the Nazis of the modern age. Do some reading about their nation and you will see their cruel and twisted policies.

And the last part is about that the Dominion will burn. I find that laughable because you are not doing anything that would be classified as an invasion on my lands. Your scare tactics will not work. Sorry, my people will not fear you, my soldiers will not fear you, I will not fear you.

And about your people burning flags of the Dominion, I bet your flag makers are making a lot of money. Those that do those acts are either one of two things, a childish person or a coward. I will go with the former on this matter because I must being fighting a nation of children.

Now, I see I have a hundred million dollar bounty on my head. That is just nice, but my people would not try anything for that amount of money. Hell, the vampire hunters would not move unless it was over five trillion because every hunter that have send at me…well, it was not pretty.

People of Hataria and the Axis Novan soldiers, the Dominion has the higher bounties. And the Dominion is coming to free your people from the hands of manic family.

Good luck and live long!

Scythis, formerly known as Jonathan Vega, stood on the balcony of the capitol building, The White Tower. Guards were everywhere, as a means to protect the Emperor. He tapped the microphone, and then spoke in Dephirian.

"Stora joilt ana phorpa! Ghostas rolulan weari queeat kama olradai Hataria yuo Axis Nova. Transylvania sheppa tiembo carnet hassta greiveas sharto sharto. Noven cirma poloara triem. Gholan stiempoar fora? PO! Wei scal op ainst Hataria yuo Axis Nova!"

~Translation~

"Hello my good people! There are minor threats from Hataria and Axis Nova. Transylvania shall be one of our greatest allies in this conflict. None will dare oppose us. Are we to fall to these fools? We shall fight against Hataria and Axis Nova!"

Scythis spoke in the Dephirian tongue, but it was butchered quite displeasingly. He began to spoke in English instead.

"This threat from Hataria is as worrisome as a splinter in a finger. They have no true power to fight against us! Why else would they run and hide behind their own borders? Their colonies are left unprotected! Algeria and Spain are close to Dominion control! Our navy has begun to ship our army in one of our largest invasions ever!

Fourteen million of your own brothers and sisters will be our first wave of attack against Hataria! The four hundred ships in Europe are going to combine with the armada from Transylvania. From there, our main battle fleet will join up with the already set Transylvania-Dephire Armada.

Transylvania is our ally in this war. He is attempting to rouse his massive armada in an attempt to aid our efforts against the fool in control of Hataria. This is the same fool that put a mere one hundred million on my head. Well I will tell you this, one hundred million may be a nice chunk of change, but what will it do? I will tell you what it will do. If I were assassinated, Dephire would be in outrage as a whole nation. Even I would not be surprised if the nation as a whole attempted to lash out against Hataria.

I laugh at Hataria's threats.

However, I must show respect to his ally, Axis Nova. Yes, they are an enemy to Dephire, but the better of the two. It is my impression that Hataria still has a fighting chance only because of his ally. Har har!

You, my people, are the fullfillers of my dreams. The strength in my arms! In this time of war, I have rebuilt our nation from the very ashes that had once been Dephire. Upholders of Crime will be destroyers. The flames of the decievers will be smoten! In this time of war, you, the people of Dephire, have given me the time to build our Pride!

Now I say this, standing upon this balcony, give me a victory that will be written in all of the history books. Give me a victory that will shake the world! Give me a victory that will destroy Hataria forever!"

The speech was finished. Scythis turned, and walked inside.

From Her Imperial Majsety, Empress Neherenia

The Reward for The Head one Scythis, Ruler of Dephire has been rised to $1,000,000,000,000 For The One who will bring The Head of Scythis on a Iron Plate, Also along with The Money, The One who Kills Scythis will have The Titles of Samurai of Hataria and Mayor, Governer of Hong Kong.


Long Live The Empire!

Official Message from the Dominion

Another great message from the Hatarian Empire. You have not claim over Hong Kong or any of your former colonies, you forfeited them when you ordered your soldiers to destroy things in those land and order them to return after they did.

Just give yourselves up and face your war crimes.

OOC:
He doesn't even have Algeria...nor Spain anymore for that matter.

Skragg stood aboard the bridge of his ship. Traveling through the Strait took several days, but the fleet eventually made it out. They met no resistance what so ever, which was good in alot of ways. Small black clouds roared in the distance. It was the Dephirian Airforce, which was soaring off to the distant horizon.

Four hundred ships were in the fleet.

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Err. I have to cut this short. Will continue in a few hours or so.

[--Continued--]

These four hundred ships had made it nearly one hundred miles from the far shores of Portugal. Their homeland was still far away in the distant oceans where the real-life world melted into the fantasy (made up) world. From there, five hundred true-Dephirian ships sped towards a rendezous point somewhere one-quarter of the way from Europe to Hataria.

These five hundred ships were of the very best, even including their five Capital-Ranked Flagships. Every ship was equipped with anti-air lasers. An Anti-Air laser is, of course, modern technology. They are capable of shooting down aircraft, missiles, rockets, and other 'air' objects from miles around. Anti-air lasers are almost instant, and have a focusing lense that can widen or narrow the laser beam. This makes it one of the best defenses available.

Also amongst the arsenal of the ships are the Stonehenge-Class Rail Cannons. These cannons are equipped to the Dephirian Battleships, Destroyers, DeathKnights, HellKnights, and Godsends. In addition to the SCRCs, there are some additional weapons such as one hundred and nintey millimeter cannons. Also, there are gattling cannons, miniguns, gattling minicannons (Oh boy!), Surface-to-air missiles, and more!

The aircraft carriers are equipped with smaller versions of the SCRC along with the equipment thus it be named, the aircraft. Each aircraft carrier holds several various aircraft including: F-14, F-15, F-16, F-22, F-35, A-10, SU-22, SU-27, SU-47, MiG 1.44, MIR 3000, and many other various aircraft such as Dephire's own special craft and Unmanned Air Vehicles.

Nine hundred ships alone is not the true count for there are the Army's transport ships to take into consideration as well. Three thousand of these could be detected at any given moment. All of which stayed well below the surface of the ocean at about three hundred feet. This is their new capability, for they crawl along the continental shelf straight up to the shore. From there, thousands of soldiers will be able to storm the shores of Hataria without so much as a blink. Each of these transports are equipped with a healthy arsenal of missiles and guns.

Of course, there may be wonder as to if there is enough fuel to power this massive armada. To be honest, the only ships needing fueling are the transports. Every other ship is fueled with fusion reactors, for they are rather large.

This was the Dephirian Armada, soon to be joined with the Transylvanian Armada in a matter of hours. Hataria will think twice before messing with super-powers of massive proportions.

Then, there was the thought of Axis Nova. He will be spared too many attacks. For Scythis wished it.

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The lone pilot just smiled as he walked near him. With the white flag still in his hands, he said “I come in peace on be half of the Dominion.”. He spoke in damn good English.

“My name is Ivan Ferber of the Dominion Air Force,” he said offered his right hand to the man, “Can you show me to the nearest ‘leader’ of your land?”

As Ivan talked with the Spanish fish man, the arrive of the Dominion ships, ten Ivan Rogov class large landing ships and four Sovremenny class destroyers, into the area was happening. They continued playing the message through everything they could. They knew they would not be fired on because the Hatarian took everything they could use and destroyed the rest. That why the helicopters were fired at by hunting rifles and shotguns.

The ships soon were nearing the docks, carrying a small number of soldiers to save guard the supplies aboard. The number of soldiers was two hundred and no number higher. The rest of the landing ships had supplies for the people of Spain, but not enough to for everybody. A small sample of what the Dominion can offer.

Ivan watched as one of the Ivan Rogov class large landing ships moved into the dock as the others waited to move in. Each one had the Dominion flag flying proudly in the wind. Near it was the former Spain flag before they had the Hatarian flag forced onto them. Both flags flew in the wind side-by-side.

Ivan and the fisherman would get to see the first of many trucks being unload off of the ship. At the same time, the soldiers would load from the ramp. The first of many M-939A2 5-TON trucks, load with can food and bottle of clean water, was unload from the hold of the ship unto the dock.

The soldiers, a total of twenty walked down the ramp with the helmets off. They were wearing dark faded red and white sets of Transylvanian body armor, the symbol of the 8th Murasame Ligers (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/8th.jpg) on their upper right arms. Their helmets in their left arms and their AMA63 assault rifles in their right arms pointing downwards. They were a mix of races in those twenty men, a mix of brown hair, blonde hair and red hair. They all walked down in the ramp in a straight line.

Close to six hours later, the Lear jet was nearing Cuba. The men aboard were ready for anything. Would the people from Bretton stay with the deal and not attack them? Or would the plane be shot down?

As the Lear jet moved into the edge of Cuba’s airspace, a message was radioed ahead to the Bretton forces. “This is the Dominion plane, we are here for peace. We hope you keep your side of the deal. We are heading towards Havana.”

Seeing as the plane did not get a message back from the Bretton, it moved into the air space and flew towards Havana. They picked Havana because it was the former capital before the Hatarian horde took over.

On board this Lear jet was Vincenzo Singleton, the Dominion’s best man for the job. Unknown to the world and most of the people on that plane, he was a member of the Crimson Fists, the Dominion version of the FBI, NSA and CIA as one. Nobody is known as a Crimson Fists unless you are another Crimson Fist.

Vincenzo (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Singleton.jpg) checked his tie in the mirror on the wall before talking his seat. As he took his seat, he looked over at his female aid. A young looking brown hair woman in a nicely and tight woman’s dress jacket and a black skirt that matches the jacket. Beside her was a briefcase with the Dominion’s deal.

“Maybe this will work like the Count wants.” he said to his aide. All she did was smile at him.

Soon, the plane was nearing Havana and their airport. Knowing that the airport’s radio could be out, but the pilot radioed the airport before moving downward.

“Havana Airport, this is the Dominion civilian plane DO0019, your skies are clear and I have a feeling you can’t read us. The plane is coming down, my co-pilot and I are keeping an eye on anything in the air.”

The plane moved downwards and toward the largest runway. Eyes were watching for anything that was in the way or near the area that would cause trouble to the plane. Both the pilot and co-pilot saw nothing. So, the plane got ready to land on the runway.

Soon, the plane was on the ground and stopped. The co-pilot opened the door and stepped down the ramp. He looked around for somebody to talk with as Vincenzo walked down the ramp/door. He stopped by the co-pilot.

“We wait now,” he said, “Let’s hope they are friendly because we don’t have any weapons but a pens to sing the treaty.”

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Meanwhile a lone fishing boat moved into the port of Algiers, Algeria, the Dominion has send somebody via a fishing boat to talk with the Algerians about becoming a temporary colonies of the Dominion. As the boat was tied off, a six foot man dress in black and white combat pant, a tight light gray shirt, and a black beret hopped on to the dock and looked around.

The man was Reaper (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/Reaper.jpg), a former soldier and close ally of the Count. He looked at the people on the dock, whom could see that he had two Wild Tiger commando knives (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/WildTigerCommandoKnife.jpg) on his back of his belt.

“Greetings,” he said with a smile, “I come in peace” He was trying to look friendly.

“Let’s not scare the people, Reaper.” said one man’s voice as he stepped onto the dock. It was from a well dressed man (http://i4.photobucket.com/albums/y101/CountJWolf/MasonDaniel.jpg) with a black leather briefcase.

The man walked up to the nearest man and spoke in Arabic. “Greetings, I’m Mason Daniel from the Dominion. May you show me to your leader?”

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Near the same time as everything else, in the second part of Dominion fleet and on one of the Ivan Rogov class large landing ships, a group of Vikings were checking out their armor. They looked at these armor, a set of armor that didn’t have to be made in a large size for them to, the armor was Authentic Kraven Battlesuits. They had everything from the GPMG to the Corporate Sidearm to the 18" Bayonet.

If the Hatarian force never saw what a Capitol Police look like, well they will get to see one thousand of them in person. But they will be flying Dominion flags and banners over the twin hammers of Kraven.

All of the Vikings use heavy weapons over assault rifles, so the GPMGs will not be trouble for them.

Finding out that the secondary fleet was roughly a few hundred miles behind Transylvania's fleet a day ago, they began to step up their speed. After several hours, they came upon a wonderous sight. Massive ships were dotting the horizon, almost the same size as the Dephirian's ships.

General Skragg picked up an intercom, and spoke in his Russian-accented Dephirian. Suddenly he realized that the naval officers aboard the distant ships would think that these men were mad, he began to speak the 'Universal Language of Tongues' which should be known to all players of Nationstates.

"Hallo far off ships! This is Godsend General Skragg of the Dephirian Army. I would like to ask if you are in-fact the Transylvanian Armada we are supposed to meet up with. Well, are you?

While the two fleets linking up is noted the next time a recon satellite passes over that area, it's not viewed as a major concern to the planners of Hataria's defense... not at the moment, at any rate.

The shuffling around of troops and vehicles and erection of fortifications continues, work on the five mainland beaches and 14 Western Hatarian beaches progressing on schedule. The assorted harbors, of course, due to already having some Hatarian defenses, are much quicker to improve and fortify.

In Hatarian cities near the coast, SAM batteries are erected on roofs, as are AA guns, and plans for civilian evacuation to shelters are checked and rechecked for problems. While the impromptu infusion of newer model things into the Hatarian military is still causing some logistical snafus, things are largely being ironed out.

The islands to the south of Hataria are given attention as well, and Transylvanian satellites detect furious amounts of labor, even, strangely enough, on the islands that have active volcanos. However, the work is very carefully camoflauged, so it's not possible to tell what, exactly, is being done.

Hatarian destroyers range up and down the coast, in regular geometric patterns, with some airships following similar patterns, expanding outwards from beaches. What exactly they're doing isn't immediately obvious from satellite footage, however.

Additional radar aerostats are launched as well, giving multiple redundancy to the entire region, and soon both the Hatarian and Axis Novan forces enter a state of EMCON, using only directional radios for communications and no radars-- the datalinks from the aerostats will provide all the information needed for both search and attack on air and surface targets, at least for the moment.

A large number of Hatarian nuclear submarines leave port, and submerge, disappearing from the view of satellites. Where they're going isn't apparent, though they all give the combined Transylvanian-Dephiran fleet a wide berth.

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Nice post.
{-Will finish later.-}

The Hatarians were soon starting a Draft though out Hataria and Western Hataria, all men between Ages 19-50 were to enter Military Surivce and fight for The Alliance of Hataria and Axis Nova.

In a Airfield 230 Miles from Tangalee, 34 Tanker Planes, the same used in fighting forest fires were being readied for The Defense.