NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: if you want to be involved TG me. otherwise, dont post here or i will :mp5: you

IC:

Men amassed at the Errikan Embassy, armed with rifles and rocked. They threw rocks through the wrought-iron gate that stood between them and those filthy Errikans. The crowd was mainly Muslim, although among the masses were the occasional Jew.

"Fair treatment!" They screamed. "Errikland is hell! Give us equality! Make the tax burden not rest on us!"

"Wait..." A Jewish man, an accountant to strengthen the American stereotype, added this. "There is no income tax in Errikland, I've done their taxes before!"

"Shut up, man! That's not the point!" They chucked a rock over the wall, a clunk was heard. If it hit an Errikan, that would've been funny. If only Jaredcohenia's Funniest Injuries could get the tape.

Bullets were fired into the air from guys who had possessed AK103s, standard military issue. They had the standard bullets in 'em, too. But it was a Jaredcohenian Soviet bullet, which is much better.

"I don't like this . . ."

The Ambassador watched on the security screen what was going on outside of the embassy. It was utter chaos.

"So, Commander, what would you say we do?"

"We just need to stay in lockdown for now," the Commander of the Security for the Embassy said, "And you need to get on the phone with some Jaredcohenian leaders and get this mess sorted out."

The Ambassador had noticed that he had not adressed his position, as was standard procedure, but he did not care for now. This was a problem.
These people clearly did not understand the situation in Errikland. There was no ban on Islam; there was freedom of religion, provided said religion didn't mean breaking Errikan law (so no Aztecs cutting people's hearts out while they are still alive). Sure, they were not exempt from property taxes, as Jews and Christians were, and they had limited political rights, but any legislator trying to change that would be chased out of Sadet by an angry mob one hundred times the size of the one currently at his doorstep. Besides, why would Jaredcohenian Muslims care about the conditions in Errikland, where none of them lived?

And why would any Jews be rioting? They had always been treated as full Errikans, more than any other group on Earth could boast, and were included in the lack of application of property tax.

Of course, the way that the Errikan tax system worked, the Muslims shouldn't even be rioting. There was no income tax (it was illegal under national law), though there was a universal sales tax (on all sales) and the property tax (on everyone except Jews and Christians), but both were weak enough that no one should care. There was also the tariff system, but that was another story entirely.

The Ambassador shook his head. Now he had drifted off into another subject. There was work to be done.

"Get me on the phone with the Jaredcohenian tyrant, if possible," he said to his secretary upon entering his office.


OOC: I realize that this is a modified version of my original post.

"For the last time, damn it, I'm not a tyrant." Aaron screamed as he hung up on the Errikans. "The nerve of those people. Calling me a tyrant, who do they think they are?"

"I don't know sir."

"Why don't you know? You're fired."
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Men with Jeeps drove up to where the gate stated, the men obviously clearing the way. One of them had a megaphone. "We will not leave until the property tax on us is taken away!"

The men in the crowd cheered and fired their rifled in the air.

"We will not leave until we increase in numbers in Errikland! We will not leave until fairness for all men is achieved! Hell, we won't leave even if you tell us to!"

"Fairness for all! Equality for all!"

"For the last time, damn it, I'm not a tyrant." Aaron screamed as he hung up on the Errikans. "The nerve of those people. Calling me a tyrant, who do they think they are?"

"I don't know sir."

"Why don't you know? You're fired."
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Men with Jeeps drove up to where the gate stated, the men obviously clearing the way. One of them had a megaphone. "We will not leave until the property tax on us is taken away!"

The men in the crowd cheered and fired their rifled in the air.

"We will not leave until we increase in numbers in Errikland! We will not leave until fairness for all men is achieved! Hell, we won't leave even if you tell us to!"

"Fairness for all! Equality for all!"

"These don't sound like Muslims," one guard commented.

"They don't even sound like rioters!" another said.

"Don't underestimate them," the Captain of the Guard said, "I have a bad feeling about this." He had had bad feelings like this before, back in the army. And he had turned out to be right that time. He reached for a microphone.

"Let's follow standard procedure when dealing with riotous civilians," he said, taking the mike and turning to the men, "Ready the miniguns."

***

"Well that was less than productive," Ambassador Taylor said, setting the phone back in the reciever. He had been surprised at the behavior of the Ty - leader of the Jaredcohenians. How did he like to be addressed now days? Tyrant had been good before. But he was an emotional man.

"Reconnect me with the leadership in a moment. I have to compose a message to the Emperor first, explaining the situation."

It was then that he looked over the demands of the rioters. They were ridiculous, to say the least. How was he supposed to control the birthrate of Muslims in Errikland, much less change the tax code?

***

"Attention, rioters!" the loudspeakers rang out, "Kindly discontinue your violent and unproductive course of action and refrain from violating Errikan territory, or we may be forced to defend ourselves with lethal to sub-lethal force."

"Kill those who do not meet our demands! Orchestrate death to all who do not support us! Kill the Errikan swine!" Muslims were never treated fairly in Errikland, they're one of the lowest minorities and are treated the most unfair. "Kill the Errikan swine! They wish to kill us! If they didn't want to kill us, we'd be taxed and looked at on the street oddly, and raped by the Errikan swine!"

It was then that some sort of peaceful protest turned violent. Men cleared from behind the Jeep as the Jeep backed up, then speeding forward into the iron gates. "Kill them all until equality for Muslims is given in Errikland!"

There were no Jaredcohenian police on the scene. Well, there were. In the mob were policemen and soldiers, hell everyone in the crowd was trained with a rifle in secondary school.

"They will kill us until we kill them! Disarm the swine until equality is reached!" The Jeep was ramming the iron gate. It was unclear if doing this would be more of an ornamental cause or if they would knock the gate down. If anything, someone was going to be hurt, either Errikan or Jaredcohenian...

"Kill those who do not meet our demands! Orchestrate death to all who do not support us! Kill the Errikan swine!" Muslims were never treated fairly in Errikland, they're one of the lowest minorities and are treated the most unfair. "Kill the Errikan swine! They wish to kill us! If they didn't want to kill us, we'd be taxed and looked at on the street oddly, and raped by the Errikan swine!"

It was then that some sort of peaceful protest turned violent. Men cleared from behind the Jeep as the Jeep backed up, then speeding forward into the iron gates. "Kill them all until equality for Muslims is given in Errikland!"

There were no Jaredcohenian police on the scene. Well, there were. In the mob were policemen and soldiers, hell everyone in the crowd was trained with a rifle in secondary school.

"They will kill us until we kill them! Disarm the swine until equality is reached!" The Jeep was ramming the iron gate. It was unclear if doing this would be more of an ornamental cause or if they would knock the gate down. If anything, someone was going to be hurt, either Errikan or Jaredcohenian...

"Dammit," the Captain muttered. It seems that these people really were crazy. "Ready the GAUs. Do not fire on anyone outside of Errikan territory, but the moment they cross the threshold they are fair game. Am I understood?"

"Yes sir," the two guards on the roof said, readying their weapons. They were two heavy, high quality gattling guns, mounted to the roof(they could be removed and stored, as they had been). The Captain had hoped that it wouldn't come to this, but the gate was near breaking, and they had forced his hand.

Now it was up to either the Diplomats to solve this peacefully or the bullets to solve it properly.

Where were the Jaredcohenian police?

The police were there, they were in the mob. Firing their AK towards the skies.
Men in the crowd had seen that soldiers were on the roof, of course the ones with AK103s at the soldiers on the roof. A little statement that had been taught during training. If they can see you, you can see them. Always was true. Cept of course if you were in space firing, then they really couldn't see you...but anyways, besides the point.

The car kept ramming at the gate until the rivets from where the hinges were connected bursted out. The car swirved going high speed and crashed somewhere in the confines of the embassorical plot.

The Errikan Embassy had officially been stormed.

OOC: Errik, I hope you know that just because it's your embassy doesn't mean that it's your land.

The police were there, they were in the mob. Firing their AK towards the skies.
Men in the crowd had seen that soldiers were on the roof, of course the ones with AK103s at the soldiers on the roof. A little statement that had been taught during training. If they can see you, you can see them. Always was true. Cept of course if you were in space firing, then they really couldn't see you...but anyways, besides the point.

The car kept ramming at the gate until the rivets from where the hinges were connected bursted out. The car swirved going high speed and crashed somewhere in the confines of the embassorical plot.

The Errikan Embassy had officially been stormed.

OOC: Errik, I hope you know that just because it's your embassy doesn't mean that it's your land.

As the shots echoed around them, the men almost chuckled. They sat on a roof, with panels around them protecting them. And generating solar power. But that was beside the point. They had been fired upon. And now enemy vehicles were barging into the compound.

They opened fire.

Their miniguns erupted in heavy fire, and they drew across the enemy again and again, initially focusing on the vehicles before turning to the men. The distance between the wall and the building provided no cover.
As carnage lay out before them, the remains of one truck, propelled at high speeds, crashed. It smashed into a reinforced concrete pillar, pulverizing its front and sending it spinning (on its side) into the front of the building, finally coming to rest with its rear jutting through the glass and the rest bursting into flame as gasoline poured out onto the ground in front of the embassy (OOC: Please tell me if this is godmodding; I assumed you wanted me to say what happened with the truck as it assentially became a projectile). Men within the building now began firing out of windows, though they had no where near the kind of cover that the men on the roof had and thus had to be far more conservative.

OOC: That's what an embassy is; it is your nation's land in another nation.

To: Aaron Cohen, Leader of Jaredcohenia
From: Emperor Christian I, Soveriegn of the Errikan Empire

I have recieved news of a siege of Errikan territory within your nation by Islamic rioters. I understand that the guards of the building are holding them off for the time being, though I do not know how long they can hold. Thus I politely request use of your airspace to transport reinforcements to aid in the defense of the Empire's Embassy.

We thank you for your cooperation.

OOC: embassy-a diplomatic building where ambassadors live or work

As the shots echoed around them, the men almost chuckled. They sat on a roof, with panels around them protecting them. And generating solar power.

Calling godmod on that. There is no breaking of solar panels and I never stated that they fired at "the solar panels" but at the men. If your dudes are being protected by a freaking piece of plastic, then RP the solar panels being destroyed by the bullet fire. And also, you stated "carnage", indicating that my men are dead in numbers. It is a godmod to say my dudes are dead. But anyways, if that's how you want to play...

IC: Molotov cocktails and various other explosives were being thrown on the roof as bullet fire hailed at the men with gattling guns. Even if they weren't hitting the men, then the power supply was being destroyed and eventually they would be consumed by the fire.

"I bet they have fire extinquisers up there..."

"If they can miss our bullet fire, who knows what else they got up there."

More Jeeps filled with even angrier Muslims poured into the complex. "We got RPGs in here!"

"Where the hell did you get RPGs?!"

"There was some guy in Leafanistan selling them...decided why not." There were around 20 rocket propelled grenade launchers stocked in the Jeep, men armed themselves and fired at the building. Bullets kept raining on the roof at a steady fire.

"This is Alexius Zykra, I am assuming to be the leader of this riot. We advise you to surrender yourself to us or feel the full anger of us."

To: Aaron Cohen, Leader of Jaredcohenia
From: Emperor Christian I, Soveriegn of the Errikan Empire

I have recieved news of a siege of Errikan territory within your nation by Islamic rioters. I understand that the guards of the building are holding them off for the time being, though I do not know how long they can hold. Thus I politely request use of your airspace to transport reinforcements to aid in the defense of the Empire's Embassy.

We thank you for your cooperation.

To: Empress Christina, Queen of all Errikland

Do you not know my freakin' title? Until you get it right, no. You know what? I didn't even read the damn telegram. If you send anything to my nation, it will be regarded as hostilities and probably war.

And it can't be that bad, hell, it's probably just a protest you're taking into the extremes.

~Premier Aaron Cohen

OOC: embassy-a diplomatic building where ambassadors live or work

Calling godmod on that. There is no breaking of solar panels and I never stated that they fired at "the solar panels" but at the men. If your dudes are being protected by a freaking piece of plastic, then RP the solar panels being destroyed by the bullet fire. And also, you stated "carnage", indicating that my men are dead in numbers. It is a godmod to say my dudes are dead. But anyways, if that's how you want to play...

IC: Molotov cocktails and various other explosives were being thrown on the roof as bullet fire hailed at the men with gattling guns. Even if they weren't hitting the men, then the power supply was being destroyed and eventually they would be consumed by the fire.

"I bet they have fire extinquisers up there..."

"If they can miss our bullet fire, who knows what else they got up there."

More Jeeps filled with even angrier Muslims poured into the complex. "We got RPGs in here!"

"Where the hell did you get RPGs?!"

"There was some guy in Leafanistan selling them...decided why not." There were around 20 rocket propelled grenade launchers stocked in the Jeep, men armed themselves and fired at the building. Bullets kept raining on the roof at a steady fire.

"This is Alexius Zykra, I am assuming to be the leader of this riot. We advise you to surrender yourself to us or feel the full anger of us."

OOC: This is true, but embassies are, as a rule, on land that belongs to the nation that owns the embassy.

Um . . . sure. Assume that the solar panels (which would be on harder panels made of something a little more durable than plastic) were being blown apart (along with said material).

When I said "carnage" I thought I was being vague enough to not be godmodding. "Carnage" is often in the eye of the beholder. One man getting his foot blown off can be carnage. A dozen random sewer rats storming out of storm drains and getting caught in the cross fire can be carnage. Of course, if either of these things were to be the only thing that happened from the machinegun fire, it would be amazingly unrealistic.

IC:
"What are you still doing up there?" the Captain asked, "I can control those from down here if you just leave them alone. Get back down here, there is no need for you to be exposing yourselves to fire unnecessarily."

As the two men left the guns and scurried for the door, moltov cocktails, thrown five stories into the air, smashed onto the roof. There was nothing to burn up there, but the naure of a moltov cocktail, namely, that it is filled with highly flamable alcohol, allowed fire to survive and, aided by the explosives, spread.

"Damn," the Captain muttered before issuing orders, "All armed personell, prepare for full lockdown and assault. Send word to Ambassador Taylor to lock himself in the safety of his inner office. You two, man the miniguns from there. I shall open a direct wire with Sadet, so they can get a full record of all goings on today."

Just then, explosions reverbiated across the compound as RPGs struck the building.

"What the hell was that?!"

"Missles of some sort, sir. Smaller power, most likely rocket propelled grenades."

"Damn them to hell! How did they get military grade explosive delivery systems?"

The man opened his mouth to answer, but was cut off by another sound. One man reached for a nob, turning it slowly. As he did, the voice of one of the rioters, clearly a man of some importance in the terms of the riot, came through.

"Play that back," the Captain said, and the order was quickly followed. He thought for a moment, finally reaching a conclusion.

***

"Why is it that you rioters have resorted to attacking us, Mr. Zykra?"

To: Empress Christina, Queen of all Errikland

Do you not know my freakin' title? Until you get it right, no. You know what? I didn't even read the damn telegram. If you send anything to my nation, it will be regarded as hostilities and probably war.

And it can't be that bad, hell, it's probably just a protest you're taking into the extremes.

~Premier Aaron Cohen

To: Aaron Cohen, Premier of Jaredcohenia
From: Emperor Christian I, Soveriegn of the Errikan Empire

Why has my adress to you, which was quite polite, drawn out such a response? First you directly insult me, and then you express immense anger that I adressed you as "Leader" rather than "Premier"?

And, yes, I assure you that it is in fact "that bad." I am in possession of video(including audio) records, which clearly illustrate that many armed and riotous Jaredcohenians have assaulted Errikan territory!

All I request, Premier Cohen, is that you allow me to reinforce my men, who are currently in a dire position. Surely you, as a national leader, can understand that.

OOC-Just as a side not, embassies in Zukariaa are not foreign territory, either. Zukariaans are too greedy to give up land in the Fatherland without a fight. XD

OOC: Just so you know, there is a limit of two floors on an embassy. All embassies are designed the same for a certain reason -_-
IC:
"Stop the attack." Zykra spoke to the rioters, they stopped. "We will be willing to negotiate some sort of agreement, but knowing you filthy Errikans you got a sniper right now on my head. Why are you asking us? Hell, we got a shitload more RPGs and a shitload more assault rifles that we will use to destroy you fucking Muslim haters. All we want is a little respect in Errikland, and we won't be getting that for anytime soon. We'll just strike fear into you guys until you fear us enough to respect that we're not a group to be fucked with." As Zkyra stopped speaking, the crowd cheered as bullets were fired into the air. "Go ahead, kill me, you damn Bible fuckers. It will make me a martyr, and my death will be avenged."

To: Christian, Errikan Leader

You may not send any men to my nation with the intent of killing any of mine. You will then send me a response stating that it will be just for defense, like how your tanks pulverized those natives in Arterus. Just for defense. Right.

~Premier Aaron Cohen

OOC: Just so you know, there is a limit of two floors on an embassy. All embassies are designed the same for a certain reason -_-
IC:
"Stop the attack." Zykra spoke to the rioters, they stopped. "We will be willing to negotiate some sort of agreement, but knowing you filthy Errikans you got a sniper right now on my head. Why are you asking us? Hell, we got a shitload more RPGs and a shitload more assault rifles that we will use to destroy you fucking Muslim haters. All we want is a little respect in Errikland, and we won't be getting that for anytime soon. We'll just strike fear into you guys until you fear us enough to respect that we're not a group to be fucked with." As Zkyra stopped speaking, the crowd cheered as bullets were fired into the air. "Go ahead, kill me, you damn Bible fuckers. It will make me a martyr, and my death will be avenged."

To: Christian, Errikan Leader

You may not send any men to my nation with the intent of killing any of mine. You will then send me a response stating that it will be just for defense, like how your tanks pulverized those natives in Arterus. Just for defense. Right.

~Premier Aaron Cohen
OOC: We have already been over this, I built my own embassy

"It seems you have a rather dim view of us, Mr. Zykra. And yet, at the same time that you accuse us of being terrible, hatred laced barbarians, your own speech is laced with classless, profane hatred. This is exactly the sort of manner concerning your people that drives my people's aversion to them.

"As for the respect that you so desire, Mr. Zykra: within a civilized society, respect is earned through noble works, works which demonstrate such positive traits as intelligence, bravery, and loyalty, not the traits of vulgar barbarity and cowardice which this attack demonstrates. So, please, get your people to leave the grounds immediately, and, if you still desire change in a land which is utterly unrelated to you, petition us through words."

***

To: Aaron Cohen, Premier of Jaredcohenia
From: Emperor Christian I, Soveriegn of the Errikan Empire

Were I one of your staff, I would advise you not to associate yourself with the riotous and bloodthirsty invaders. If they are anything less than criminals to you, than this attack may just be an act of war.

And yes, they would be for the defense of my territory.

You bring up the Arterusian stuggles once more? I had thought this subject to be long dead and buried. As I have said in the past, repeatedly, in fact, my armies were sent against savages who had been raiding my border, killing my people and stealing their property. To do anything less than give my upmost efforts in ending this threat and avenging its destruction would be treason on my part.

OOC: We have already been over this, I built my own embassy

OOC: YOU DID NOT BUILD YOUR OWN FUCKING EMBASSY. OKAY? E_E How many times must I stretch this issue? It is there so one nation will not get envious of another and build bigger and better than the standard size.

IC:

"Actions speak louder than words, swine. It doesn't matter if the land isn't related to us, the people which you treat poorly are related to us. Why should our relatives have to suffer, Errikans? Why must they be treated unequally? And who are you, foreigners to our land, to tell us that we're the Barbarians? Everyone here is treated fairly, no matter what religion. We can tolerate everyone, yet your men have a hatred towards our brothers in Errikland. How dare you say that we are barbarians and uncivillized. And now you're trying to tell us that every single Errikan Christian is well behaved, prim and proper? Bull-fucking-shit, swine. Bullshit. We started a protest which you men ignored. How else were you going to listen to us? What, is there only one hundred of us in your homeland that you neglect to listen to? We are their voice. We are their actions. We are each other."

The entire crowd was silent, one by one they started to clap. The clapping stopped as a Jeep drove up. "Hey everybody, we got more RPGs! Oh...wait...nevermind."

"So what have you got to say, Errikans?" Alexius queried. "Are we the barbarians you're calling us?"
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To: Christian, Soveriegn of Errikland

You may not send one single troop to my homeland. Doing so would anger the crowd even more. Give them time, they will stop.

And if they don't, well, sucks to be them.

~Premier Aaron Cohen

OOC: YOU DID NOT BUILD YOUR OWN FUCKING EMBASSY. OKAY? E_E How many times must I stretch this issue? It is there so one nation will not get envious of another and build bigger and better than the standard size.

IC:

"Actions speak louder than words, swine. It doesn't matter if the land isn't related to us, the people which you treat poorly are related to us. Why should our relatives have to suffer, Errikans? Why must they be treated unequally? And who are you, foreigners to our land, to tell us that we're the Barbarians? Everyone here is treated fairly, no matter what religion. We can tolerate everyone, yet your men have a hatred towards our brothers in Errikland. How dare you say that we are barbarians and uncivillized. And now you're trying to tell us that every single Errikan Christian is well behaved, prim and proper? Bull-fucking-shit, swine. Bullshit. We started a protest which you men ignored. How else were you going to listen to us? What, is there only one hundred of us in your homeland that you neglect to listen to? We are their voice. We are their actions. We are each other."

The entire crowd was silent, one by one they started to clap. The clapping stopped as a Jeep drove up. "Hey everybody, we got more RPGs! Oh...wait...nevermind."

"So what have you got to say, Errikans?" Alexius queried. "Are we the barbarians you're calling us?"
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To: Christian, Soveriegn of Errikland

You may not send one single troop to my homeland. Doing so would anger the crowd even more. Give them time, they will stop.

And if they don't, well, sucks to be them.

~Premier Aaron Cohen

OOC: Repeat: When I asked on IM, you said whatever, then led into another subject. Thus I built the embassy with five stories. That is not particularly tall, but that is the way that I built it.

Also, I note the irony that this he says that everyone is treated fairly, regardless of religion, while you are commiting genocide on Christians. Nice touch (not sarcasm, I actually do like well placed irony).

"You continue to be derrogatory and profane. I can guarantee you that, were you a law abiding foreigner legally in Errikland, you would be treated far better than this.

"I contend that they do not suffer. They face three disadvantages, one political and notable, one economic and minor, and one civil and hardly mentionable. Other than that, they have the protections that all Errikan citizens have.

"It is not I who make you barbarians. It is your actions. It is you who violently attack a peaceful center of representation over grievences which it holds no power to influence. And it is you who come forth and insult us in a vulgar manner.

"So, I ask politely yet again, abandon this destructive and foolhardy invasion of our property and move on to seek change in a civilized manner."

***

To: Aaron Cohen, Premier of Jaredcohenia
From: Emperor Christian I, Soveriegn of the Errikan Empire

Why do you ignore my argument? I merely seek to reinforce my own men, who are, as I have said previously, in desperate straights.

However, the end of your statement proves promising: If this riot were to continue, would you intervene against the rioters?

OOC:snip
Also, I note the irony that this he says that everyone is treated fairly, regardless of religion, while you are commiting genocide on Christians. Nice touch (not sarcasm, I actually do like well placed irony).

'Twas kept hush-hush by the government, not everyone knows that they all got killed. And I do not remember saying whatever, I remember stating that it was premanufactured. END OF DISCUSSION.

"We tried being diplomatic, but you just can't accept it. We will make an example that Muslims should have full rights no matter what the ideal. Fire at will, men." And with that, the RPGs went off towards the TWO STORY building. The cocktails flew and bullets fired.
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To: Chris

They have the right to protest. And by you reinforcing your men, it will become worse a scene and I'm not in the mood to segregate my armies. They will eventually give up, your men I mean.

~You know who.

'Twas kept hush-hush by the government, not everyone knows that they all got killed. And I do not remember saying whatever, I remember stating that it was premanufactured. END OF DISCUSSION.

"We tried being diplomatic, but you just can't accept it. We will make an example that Muslims should have full rights no matter what the ideal. Fire at will, men." And with that, the RPGs went off towards the TWO STORY building. The cocktails flew and bullets fired.
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To: Chris

They have the right to protest. And by you reinforcing your men, it will become worse a scene and I'm not in the mood to segregate my armies. They will eventually give up, your men I mean.

~You know who.

To: Aaron Cohen
From: Emperor Christian I, Sovereign of the Errikan Empire

Treacherous rat bastard! I have sought continually to solve this situation civilly, and you continue to spit in my face, to delay and to cost the lives of my men. And you have made it clear that you shall not allow this to happen. First you insult me, then you delay me, and now you assure me that you shall never allow me do my duty and assure me that your vile savages will not be stopped.

This, you sordid rodent, is an act of war.

I assure you that there will be justice upon you and your house for this travesty. The rivers of Jaredcohenian blood shall be so great as to wash away the memory of your perfidious actions.


To: Captain Richard Smith, Captain of Security in the Embassy in Jaredcohenia
From: Your Sovereign Emperor Christian I

The bravery of you and your men to this point has been noble to say the least. I fear, however, that, due to the inanity of the Jaredcohenians, your Empire cannot reinforce your position.

I encourage you, however, to fight on to the last. Fight for your honor and your empire, and know that I shall see to it that all of you are granted the Silver Cross. And, most of all, I assure you that every drop of blood spilt by these rodents shall be avenged one hundred fold, or one hundred thousand fold.

Godspeed.


To: The International Community
From: Emperor Christian I, Sovereign of the Errikan Empire

I come to you in a time of distress. My embassy in Jaredcohenia, with all of her staff, has fallen under siege by a barbarous mob of rioters, who seem intent to kill all inside. The Jaredcohenian Dictator refuses to allow me to aid my people, and vows that their destruction is inevitable. I fear that, due to his action, this may be true.

And thus I appeal to you to help me enact justice. If it is too late to save my people, then it is the state of war between myself and the corrupt nation at fault shall be the perpetrator of justice.
*included with this message is an up to date video/audio record of the goings on around the embassy, as well as all previous communiqués between the Errikan Emperor and the Jaredcohenian Premier concerning this subject (i.e.: on the riots with the Embassy thread)*

OOC: Saying “end of discussion” does not an effective counter argument make. Regardless of if you conveniently forgot it, you said it. However, it is basically moot at this point.

“Diplomatic?!” the Captain scoffed briefly before the attack continued.

Most of the RPGs struck the building, and the resulting explosions rocked the structure. The captain fell momentarily on his microphone (after switching the intercom off) and turned to one guard.

“Maim him.”

Immediately following the explosions, all who were able returned fire. Several of the guards focused their fire on Alexis Zykra, aiming at his limbs and lower torso. The sheer volume of fire directed at him would ensure that he did not come off in good shape.
The guards and miniguns fired accurately and in great capacity, ensuring that no infantry short of Kraven Saudaukar or vehicles short of tanks could cross the courtyard without falling in droves.

Still, the Captain did not like his chances, as there were so many of these rioters who seemed willing to die with such futility . . . unless they received reinforcements, they would likely be overrun. He then saw the message.

All at once, he was flooded with emotions. Though he was saddened by the assured doom for him and his men, as well as the thought of never again seeing his family or friends, far greater were his feelings of pride that the Emperor himself had addressed him, and that he was to receive the Silver Cross, as well as his sense of duty that he had received such a final order, and his satisfaction in knowing that he and his men would be avenged, not just in the next life, but in this one.

For a moment the generator crossed his mind, but he decided that it was too soon for such measures.

“Soldiers!” he ordered, standing and pressing a button to allow him to address them all, “Our Emperor sends his orders! We fight these cowardly scum to the death!”

Without delay, a unanimous cheer rang out. It seemed the men had the same conclusion he had.

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JC, please respond to my message in this thread, not my war one.

"Kill every last one of them. Make sure no Errikan survives this shit, and kill every last fucking Errikan that lives in Jaredcohenia. Nuke those fuckers in Errikland to shit."

To: Christian the worlds largest FAGGOT LOLZ

You had the intent to kill my men over something they thought was wrong in your nation, and are thus declaring war on my entire nation over the group of one hundred some odd angry kids?

You, my friend, are the traitor, not I. I was defending my own men because they thought your religious persecution of them was wrong. If it is a war you want, then it is something you will get. I hope you enjoy things up your anus, Chrissy. 'Cuz I got an entire stockade of missiles that can hold one gigaton nukes. Or something like that.

I will see to it that you are executed by my nation's blade. Goodbye.

~Premier Aaron Cohen

The rounding up of Errikans began as an airstrike of the Embassy began. They had dropped SFWs on the embassy, a bomb that can destroy one squadren of tanks easily. The embassy would be gone along with every damn filthy Errikan in it.