NationStates Jolt Archive

11:45, Room 11, Bayside Hotel, Ferns Bay, Capital City Falconia:

Jonathon opens the laptop that is on his hotel room table. He signs in and make’s sure everything is in place. Using his computer he checks each device one after another. The alarm rings out midday sighing for what he is about to do he enters the command >>:activate:>> into the system it loads and chimes with the message “activated” flashing.

He breathes taking the time to relax and focus on what about he was about to do. The clock chimes again and he moves to the balcony and looks out across the bay towards the towering new cruise liner the Townsland as its known. that was about to be officially launched by the Parker International Travel Group and its C.E.O Henry Townsland recently accused of trafficking Nuclear Weapons. The ceremony was about to begin. Jonathon quickly checked his sniper rifle (AS50) again and his remote control just for his own mind set.

Then quickly taking place his position he waits for the targets arrival. Not long after the huge crowd breaks out into a wave of applause and Henry steps out onto the deck and up the stairs on to the stage. Jonathon awaits for him to stop and begin his speech. He breathes and awaits for the swaying to stop. The moment comes and Jonathon peacefully pulls the trigger. The shot meets the target Henry falls to the floor the crowd busts into screams and the security teams rush to their employer.

Jonathon waits taking the time to compose himself and then pushes the only button on his remote. 25 Explosive Devices in and around the vessel detonate causing mass destruction the ship begins to rock and sway suddenly a further 5 devices detonate the ship rolls and crashes down onto the crowd. The Laptop bleeps and begins to count down from 5 minutes. He quickly slings the bag over his back leave’s the room and takes the stairs to street and makes his way through the crazed streets and away from the destruction within the port. 5 minutes later in the hotel room the laptop bleeps continually and Detonates completely destroying what is left of the room and much of the building.

The Royale Group, plc. supports this terrorist organization, due to their elimination of a major competitor.

13:00, Command Centre Press Room, Falconia:

Spokesman Commander Taggart:

Good Afternoon everybody as you are aware at 12:00 midday the Armed Republic of Undead Falcons was attacked by an unknown foe. We would like to assure all citizens that we are doing everything we can to assist and find the culprits. At the moment we believe this is a domestic attack. However I must stress we cannot at this time rule out foreign involvement.

Thank you for your time and we will of course keep you updated.

Press Release from Royale Group Corporate Headquarters

Royale Air Force aircraft were scrambled in the general direction of Falconia. All aircraft that fly against the RAF fighters shall be shot down.

OOC: can i join this?

OCC: Anybody can join apologies if I am slow this is my first time at this. Any advice and comments will be greatly appreciated

13:30, Tactical Command Centre , Command Room 1, Falconia:

As the Emperor entered the Command room he couldn’t believe what he was hearing a large force of possibly hostile aircraft had been scrambled from a neighbouring nation and were inbound on the capital after a terrorist attack on a commercial event. Intelligence reported that the inbound force was well trained and well armed.

As the Emperor sat down his Chief of Staff began his briefing. Reporting that the RAF force was well trained, well armed and large in number. He reported that the force had been scrambled shortly after the initial statement from the government was released. The Emperor sat quietly in his seat listened and analysed the live radar feeds of his nation and media coverage of the initial terror attack.

The pictures showed the “Townsland” had been totally destroyed and an estimated 3,000 people aboard the ship and within the port had been killed or injured. The Chief of Staff finished with a question. A question everybody in room wanted to know. What was the response? The Emperor sat quietly and thought. “It just didn’t make sense” Knowing what he must do he ordered the raising of the country’s Defcon to Defcon 3. Furthermore the mobilization of the nation’s smaller air force on immediate air space patrols with authorization to fire in defence. Although the hostile force was larger it had to show no fear and hope the diplomats could sort it out

As his command staff made it happen the Emperor moved into his sound proof office lifted the phone and punched in a number. It rang an answered almost immediately the line was linked to Falconia’s only nuclear deterrent a Trident Submarine off the nation’s coast. The Emperor’s order was simple stand by and launch weapons against any hostile nation that attacked and destroy Falconia if she where to fall. The reply was simple “Yes Sir”

OOC: So far, you're doing pretty well.
IC:
Royale Group Transport Vessel
"Fuck! Would someone please tell me why the bloody hell we're going to this bloody nation?" screamed a soldier.
"Shut up, asshole. You're doing it because you're paid to do so," replied another.
"Both of you, silence, or you will never have a job for the rest of your life," stated a commander. This was a grave insult - not having a job made an individual condemned by the rest of society.

The ship continued to go forth through the waves.

As his command staff made it happen the Emperor moved into his sound proof office lifted the phone and punched in a number. It rang an answered almost immediately the line was linked to Falconia’s only nuclear deterrent a Trident Submarine off the nation’s coast. The Emperor’s order was simple stand by and launch weapons against any hostile nation that attacked and destroy Falconia if she where to fall. The reply was simple “Yes Sir"


OOC: Except for that. You're far too small of a nation to have nuclear weapons.

13:45 Emperors Speech, Command Centre Press Room, Falconia:

As the Emperor approached the stand in front of the flashes and cameras he was truly nervous. He knew the enemy was strong but he also knew he had the support of every man within his nation a support that did not rule out their life in defence of him this was a comfort. He reaches the stand and takes a deep breath

"Ladies and Gentlemen:

Today we where attacked by and unknown and cowardly enemy. Enemy that had to attack innocent civilian’s women and children in order to carry out its plans. As you are all aware forces from a foreign nation now mobilise and move towards for an unclear reason. I will be honest our military forces are outnumbered however the enemy must know that we have something they don’t. Strength in our hearts every man that defends this territory will do so with his life. I call upon the assistance of any nation that wishes to help.

Should they come, the battle will be long, bloody and their will be no surrender for we will not go quietly into the night, we will not vanish without a fight we will fight until the end.

Damn it we are The Armed Republic of The Undead Falcons.

Thank You"

The room stands in silence. The silence is broken by the applause of a journalist which is met by the wave of cheers from the rest of the crowd.

The Emperor feeling less nervous stands a second for the cameras then turns and exits the room and returns to the command room to control the situation secretly hoping the diplomats of his Foreign Office can stop a bloody war before it happens.

OOC: I'm going to claim responsibility for the attack.

Mr. James Batra, CEO of Royale, sat in his office, his brow furrowed.

Thousands of soldiers could die. All because I had to kill my competitor. Works for me. Less paychecks, he thought.

Two hours later

The transports reached the beachhead.

"Go, go, go!" cried thousands of soldiers as thousands of hatches opened on thousands of transports. A million troops were being used in this war effort - thousands more troops were on other beachheads.

Four hours later

The battle groups had met up after securing the beachhead, and began to march on Falconia.

OOC: Its getting hard now. Its alot of fun but very hard to maintain. Thanks for responding.

18:00, Almond Beach 20 miles from Falconia

As the first wave of troops landed on the beachhead the defence force was initially successful in repelling the invasion forces this was largely thanks to air support. How the sheer size of the force was overwhelming and the defence force was beginning to falter. According to the radio it was the same everywhere on the battlefield the enemy must have committed at least a million troops their campaign. As a result compared to the Falcon Defence Force of just 200,000 it was becoming hopeless. The undead falcons where just out manned and out gunned.

However just as the emperor had warned the enemy was not finding any falcon forces surrendering as a result they had to kill entire units in order to advance on its target.

18:55, Command Centre, Falconia

The enemy had now surrounded the capital what forces their where had retreated and taken up positions around the capital. Each man knowing he would gladly die for the Emperor. The Emperor himself was now in combat fatigues and armed with an M-16 he had rejected the idea of fleeing instead opting to fight and die with the troops. Knowing for well the Falcons where outgunned, out manned and generally out done by the enemy he knew many of his troops had died for him. He knew many more of the enemies had died as well. As the gun fights and shells began to get closer. He was ready and the enemy would truly understand the commitment and loyalty of the Armed Republic of The Undead Falcons.

"Shit! They're fighting!" shouted one of the generals in the High Command.
"What do you mean, fighting?" replied an admiral.
"I mean they're actually picking up fucking guns and shooting at our troops!"
"Oh."
"Exactly."
The CEO had been observing this banter, and he replied, "So? They're fucking puny. Tiny. I want them dead! I want their economy to be mine! I want the Royale Group to be the number one corporation on this planet, do I make myself throughly fucking clear!?"

High in the sky over the front
"This is Air Commodore Roberts, all units, prepare to strafe the enemy positions. I repeat, all units strafe enemy positions."

1800 hrs, Almond Beach

Artillery shells rained on the Royale troops, with three thousand dead within an hour.

It took awhile for the Royale rocket artillery to set up, but once they were ready, thousands of missiles showered on the enemy positions.

OOC: Falcons, so you know, I don't want to kill your leaders on anything, just to conquer every corporation in your nation