NationStates Jolt Archive

Highfather
Central Desert Region
The Burnsian Desert

He watched as the man's flesh disintegrated before him. His eyes were forever seared, not by the heat from his weapon, but from that image... the skin falling off the man's bones, his eyes popping, literally, exploding, out of his head... it would haunt the young private for the rest of his life. The man's screams were drowned out by the sounds of gunfire. Suddenly, the private felt a hand on his shoulder. Startled, he spun and aimed his flamethrower... and met with the face of his commander.

"You're okay. You're okay. Keep going... that house isn't going to clear itself. Remember what you're doing this for."

"For what?!" screamed the private. "A fucking nineteen year old chick?! Did you see that guy?" he pointed at the charred, emaciated corpse on the ground. Its mouth was hanging open, and parts of it were still on fire. "I DID THAT, SIR! I torched that guy, under orders from a girl who's younger than I am. This isn't right. This can't be right. Look at him!"

The commander looked down the streets of Highfather, the Burnsian capital. He saw men with flamethrowers walking down the streets, torching buildings along the way. Overhead flew large transport aircraft, from which issued dozens of parachutes, dots against the overcast sky. Turning his head, he surveyed the Royal Palace, home of Burnsian leadership since the beginnings of the country. Parts of it were on fire, huge holes were torn in its walls.

"Listen, kid," the commander started, "I can't give you a reason right now. I'm being honest. But once this is all over, you will understand. You just have to trust me. This is the right thing to do. It's been long in coming. You have to trust me..."

Royal Palace
Highfather
Central Desert Region
The Burnsian Desert

Sylvia Katrina strolled down the decimated halls of the once-grand Royal Palace. She was dressed head-to-toe in black Nomex, with the exception of a pair of custom Oakley sunglasses, outfitted with an earpiece and microphone to communicate with the rest of her squad. Turning, she watched as one of her men attached a rather large charge to the massive doors of the Royal Quarters. They were quite beautiful, really. Two massive slabs of gold, intricately carved with ancient designs, inlaid with jewels and pearls. Of course, it was all a fallacy. The Burnsian Desert was only three-hundred years old.

The demo expert gave the thumbs up and started running away from the bomb. "Helljumpers, fall back, fall back to cover!" barked Katrina. She sprinted and jumped over a heavy slab of concrete two hundred yards down the hall. Seconds later, a superheated fireball belched through the hallway, disintegrating anything organic within seventy-five feet of the doors. Incredibly, as Katrina raised her head, the doors had been melted into the steel walls on either side of the doorframe. However, there was a large, gaping hole in the middle of the sixteen-foot-high slabs, offering a plain view of the Royal Quarters.

Katrina turned to her heavy weapons expert. "RPG, dead center. Aim for the bed."

The man ducked out from behind cover and raised his RPG-22. Making sure no one was behind him, he let the rocket fly. It screamed through the hole in the doors, and slammed into the wall behind, crumbling it. The whole buildling shook. Katrina ordered her Helljumpers forward, machine guns blazing. Katrina neared the room and tossed a white phosphorous granade in, towards the expensive Persian rug. Quickly, she unholstered her pistol and stole inside, checking the bed for her target. She smiled. In the four-poster lay the decapitated body of the former Burnsian leader, President-General Mitchell C. Craig. Leveling her pistol, she fired one shot into his heart. No blood issued. "You ain't coming back again now."

Turning to her squad, she waved her finger in a clockwise motion in the air. They retreated down the hall and up the stairs to the roof.

The guard had been changed again; Queen Sylvia Katrina had ascended to the throne.

Official Response of the Britannic Commonwealth

We congratulate Queen Sylvia Katrina on her new reign, and we request permission to enter the Burnsian Desert with a small contigent of troops to help wipe out the old government.

Signed,
The Right Honourable Kelsey Birhanu
Minister for Foreign and Commonwealth Affairs


OOC: I'm not going to be overthrowing your current government, I promise :p:

The Burnsian Desert High Military Command
Office of The Grand General

To: Kelsey Birhanu, Minister for Foreign and Commonwealth Affairs
From: Burnsian HMC

The offer for help is appreciated. We accept. However, your forces are not to enter the cities of Sherra or Regal.

Queen, indeed... somewhat of a surprise...

Ji-Lou Khan
Grand General Ji-Lou Khan
Grand General, Commander of Combined Universal Burnsian Forces
"World's Largest Manufacturer of Radioactive Plate Glass"

OOC: Lol, thanks. :)

OOC: More coming later, probably tonight...

SIC:

Prætorian Guard Headquarters, 1300 hrs.

Field Marshal Crompton read his orders with glee, a smile breaking out on his face.

He addressed the one hundred thousand men assembled before him.

"Ladies and gentlemen, this is our moment!" he cried. "We are going to the Burnsian Desert, and we can finally put our Skgorrian training to use! Under the guise of arresting political prisoners, we can spread our influence, and finally test-run a genocide! Now move out!"

Jonensberg, Kulikovia

Minister of Foreign Affairs Fyodor Gregov rushed down the hallways of the Prime Minister's House. He was tired, stressed, and overworked. Recently, events in Burnsian Desert came with great alarm. This was the top of his daily brief with Prime Minister Dantes and other cabinet members. A tall security guard stood next to the door, he swiftly opened the door as the aging Minister breexed through with a briefcase and the door closed quietly.
"Good Morning, Fyodor" Prime Minister Dantes said as he put down another file.
"Good morning, Prime Minister" he hastly replied with a weary smile and took his seat.
"Alright, we'll start with you Fyodor. What's new in the world?" Dantes asked as he scratched his bearded face. The other ministry heads sat at the table and shuffled through their own reports.
"Well, Sir. The city of Highfather has just fallen to forces loyal to Sylvia Katrina. Just hours ago the royal palace fell after brutal fighting where she proclaimed herself queen" Fyodor briefed, sliding a paper down the table.
"What of the royal family?" Dantes inquired, taking out his reading glasses.
"It's not known. What we do know is that casualties are high and we've gotten no responses from the nation."
"What should we do?" Dantes asked, then he fell into thought.
"Well..." Fyodor tried to think, he jotted down a few things earlier and tried to remember them "A military response may not be best...yet. Right now we should give a proclimation condemning the actions of Sylvia Katrina and impose trade sanctions, try to weaken her position and of course, fund her rivals."
"Well, we shouldn't act to hastily yet, we don't know the specifics of this coup and the reasons behind it. But I'm going to set up a meeting with the Joint Military Council and discuss our military options" Dantes concluded and the brief continued for an hour longer.

OOC: What are the circumstances of her taking power? Was the previous ruler bad or something?

OOC: Yeah, I probably should cover some background...

Craig was a mostly benevolent dictator, except in his early days, when he got us into a conflict with Automagfreek; that didn't end well. The population thought of him mostly as a military leader who somehow became president. He'd taken a backseat to politics for a while until he forcibly withdrew TBD from the EVIL alliance. That set Katrina off.

Katrina is a war hero who was born to fame during the days after the TROUSRS carpet nuking. (A while ago... Greenhome got their embassy bombed by Wexico, who was a puppet of TROUSRS, but I didn't know that. When I attacked Wexico, TROUSRS carpet-nuked me. A good thousand Burnsians survived.) She rose through the ranks of the emaciated Queen's Guards (all forty of them...) and ended up commanding Burnsian forces in several key wars after that. She eventually got relegated to heading up the Helljumpers, which are TBD's most elite special forces outfit. (Yes, it's a reference to Halo 2. I'm sorry, the guys just look badass.)

Anyways, the military will follow her in basically anything, being that she's led them in several key wars. So she got greedy, and is now Queen.

I regurgitated that from memory, so if it's a bit incoherent, I apologize.

To: Sylvia Katrina
From: Prime Minister Dantes

The Socialist nation of Kulikovia hereby condemns the actions undertaken in Highfather. The legitimate governing body was unjustly overthrown through brutal tactics, leaving unknown numbers of citizens injured or dead. This seizing of power due to a personal agenda will not go on any further. Therefore, Kulikovia shall impose trade sanctions on Burnsian Desert and will puruse military avenues.

Eastern Coast of The Burnsian Desert, near Veritas

Thirty thousand Prætorian Guard troops disembarked from their transports on to the beach, and marched towards Veritas.

The Armed State of The Burnsian Desert
Office of the Queen

To: Prime Minister Dantes of Kulikovia
From: Queen Sylvia Katrina

I simply don't know how we're going to get by without Kulikovian imports. Our entire economy is going to implode! Please, Prime Minister, find some mercy in your soul! We quiver before your threat of not exporting... uh... what do they sell us? Nothing? Ah. Okay. Oh, lemonade? Damn, I like that stuff. Oh, well, it's for the betterment of the nation.

Do your worst.

Sylvia Katrina
Her Higness, Queen Sylvia Katrina
Queen of The Burnsian Desert
"World's Largest Manufacturer of Radioactive Plate Glass"

--

Veritas Coast Guard Immigration Quarantine Center
Outside Veritas
The Burnsian Desert

A young leutenant surveyed the starry night sky from his watchtower. The small outpost was so far away from the city that he could see Orion's Belt easily. It was his favorite constellation; his father had once told him the story of Orion.

Suddenly, sixty high-power floodlights illuminated the beach. On it were easily thousands of men, bearing the flag of British Londinium. He cursed under his breath. Making a quick radio call to his superior, he scurried down to the beach, hand on his hip. Approaching a superior-looking man, he asked.
"So... you need directions, or...?"

"No, we have our orders to conduct sweeps of the cities to purge the traces of the previous government," the Field Marshal responded coldly. "This seems like a perrfect place to start. Lieutenant, I need you to seal off the city so that political dissidents can't escape. It would be a pity if they ran off, spreading their treasonous beliefs to other parts of the Burnsian Desert."

"Uh... what?" stammered the soldier. "Uh... I have to go check something with my CO... I don't think... shit."

At that moment, a convoy of three armoured Range Rovers, outfitted with machine guns poking out of the roofs, arrived on the beach. Stepping out of the center was Sylvia Katrina herself, wearing, for a change, a wool pantsuit. "Who's in charge here?" she barked, surveying the massive scene unfolding before her.

Fuck. It's that bitch again, thought the Field Marshal.

"I am," he declared, again coldly.

I can stand up to this whore, he thought.

"I, Field Marshal Elliot Crompton of the Londinian Prætorian Guard, am in charge of these troops," he said, gesturing at his columns.

"Pretty," she commented dryly. "Your superiors said a small contingent of troops. What are you planning to do, occupy Veritas or something?"

OOC: Off for a few hours...

"Thirty thousand men is large?" he asked, a smirk growing on his face. "Why, I wasn't aware. I'll send back twenty-three thousand of them."

The bulk of his forces made their way back to the transports.

Kulikovian News Network KNN

Political upheavel in the torn nation of Desert Burnistan today as forces loyal to Sylvia Katrina enter the city of Highfather and took control of the seat of government where she declared herself queen. There was a flood of international response both against and in favor of this coup. Prime Minister Dantes condemned this seizure today and vowed that the people of Desert Burnistan will be liberated from her tyrannical rule. The General Assembly met today and granted Rights of Command to the Prime Minister allowing him to activate the nations' military elements in preperation of military action. Grand Marshall Ulynesk has been charged with heading this military campaign. Elements of the 1st Vanguard and 6th Fleet have been put on high alert and will be dispatched within the next few days. The goal of the Kulikovian forces is to expell forces loyal to Katrina and oversee national elections. May our comrades be victorious...

Official Statement from SSRT
"The Socialist States condmens the vile, wretched, and corrupt regime of Kulikovia! While proclaiming to be communist, they are lies and do not represent a true goverment of the people! With the rightful head of Burnsian Desert, we would like to deploy a dreadnought battlegroup and a army corp to help defend them against the wretched hordes of fascist Kulikovia.
Signed, Premier Katerina Keranisov."
End Message

OOC: Just fyi, the Premier likes the idea of another female in as the Head of State in another nation.

"Thirty thousand men is large?" he asked, a smirk growing on his face. "Why, I wasn't aware. I'll send back twenty-three thousand of them."

The bulk of his forces made their way back to the transports.

OOC: Shit, I used the SIC post's numbers... I'll reply later tonight. Very busy...

Official Statement from Kroando

We applaud the overthrow of the corrupt dictator, and wish Ms... Queen Katrina the best of luck in taking the reigns. If any assistance is needed in smoothing over the transition, we shall aid in any way possible.

Scanning the days reports, Captain Craig Hill pulled one out of the stack when his eye caught something about the Burnsian Desert. "What the hell is going on there now", he thought. He read through it quickly and decided that the Emperor needed to see it immediately.

His Imperial Majesty, Alaric Tan'it, ruler of The Barbaric Empire of Xeraph, was practicing his swordsmanship when an aid came rushing into the training room with a message. "Your Majesty. A message from Capt. Hill. It's about TBD."

With a quick flick of the wrist, Alaric disarmed his opponent and gently tapped his chest with the razor-sharp Katana. "Very good, m'Lord. Your'e getting better. We'll continue this another time." Sethanis, King of Black Shadows and the Emperor's cousin, gave a mock bow to the Emperor. "I bow to the will of the Emperor." They both laughed at the formal tone of the conversation. The whole Empire knew of Alaric's disdain for ritual and formality. From the highest in the land to the lowest, he was just 'Alaric'...and that's the way he liked it.

Turning to the messenger, he said, "What crisis have we here, Paul?" He read through the note once and shouted to Sethanis. "Cousin, don't go anywhere just yet. An old aquaintance has surfaced once again, and we need to do something about her."

Seth raised an eyebrow. "Her?...don't you have enough problems with women right now?" He grinned and read the message. "Damn! We haven't heard from TBD in decades. Their embassy and military base are still in Xeraph, no?"

"Yes, they are. And I'm sure that they are aware of the situation in their homeland. Check in on them for me and assure them that whoever it is currently in charge of the government has my full support and backing. TBD is among our oldest and loyal allies. We'll be there for them."

Another messenger hurried up to the Emperor. "Alaric, another message concernng TBD." It seemed sides were already being taken. "OK, contact British Londinium. Inform them we'll be backing them up shortly. I don't recall who this Kulkovia is, but send an official message to them with the usual warnings: death, destruction, and so on if they seek to interfere with one of Xeraph's allies. Inform General Sandford that he is to mobilize the 10th, 55th, and 49th Legions for immediate deployment to TBD. Admiral Collins is to sail for the Burnsian waters with the 118th, 33rd, and 19th CBGs. Colonel Scott is to scramble a half-dozen squadrons of Rattlesnakes and Mambas along with a squadron of Python bombers and a squad of Comanche/Apache HCGSs. I want them there in 24 hours."

"Aye, Alaric." The messenger grinned. "The old days return, eh?"

Alaric returned the grin. "Yes, yes it is. TBD gets themselves in a fix, and Xeraph rushes to the rescue." He grew serious again. "Now get going. There's no time to waste. Contact the new Queen. Inform her that I will personally meet with her shortly."

"Aye, Alaric."

'TBD', he thought. 'Never a dull moment...'

OOC: You know me, Xer. :) Let me know where you want to have the meeting.

IC:

Veritas Coast Guard Immigration Quarantine Center
Outside Veritas
The Burnsian Desert

"Listen, I just got done overthrowing a country. Contrary to what you might think, you stuck-up prick, that's not exactly an easy manuver. If one day you wake up and happen to find a pair of stones hanging between your legs, you might want to try it. Until then, don't you dare talk to me in that condescending tone. Now, I expect that you will adhere to the agreement we had with your government: stay away from Regal and Sherra," she fumed, scowling at the man who was easily twenty years older and two feet taller than her. "Now if you excuse me, I have a meeting to get to. Have fun killing people."

--

The Burnsian Desert High Military Command
Office of the Final Offer

To: Kulikovian Armed Forces (Reroute accordingly)
From: Office of the Final Offer

You have one last chance to stand down your military forces. One. Last. Chance. Think about that for a moment. From here on out, there will be no mercy, no reprieve, no surrender. Every single one of your soldiers will be killed, whether they give up or not. When we finish washing your blood from our weapons, we will drive the attack back to your homeland. Every man, woman and child in your country will die. Die.

We await your response.

If you refuse, may your blood run cold.

Ji-Lou Khan
Grand General Ji-Lou Khan
Grand General, Commander of Combined Universal Burnsian Forces
"World's Largest Manufacturer of Radioactive Plate Glass"

--

The Burnsian Desert State Administration
Office of Military Relations

To: The Socialist States of Red Tide2
From: Burnsian State Administration

Although we appreciate the offer of help from Socialist bretheren, we regrettably cannot allow all these different nations to have entry with sizeable military forces. Thank you, again.

Taliman Craig
Taliman Craig
Director, Burnsian State Administration
"World's Largest Manufacturer of Radioactive Plate Glass"

OOC: And of course, I forget Kroando. Sorry.

IC:

The Burnsian Desert State Administration
Office of Military Relations

To: Kroando
From: Burnsian State Administration

Thank you, but considering that we are still in possession of a good number of IEF forces, we believe that we should be secure. We appreciate the offer and the pleasant comments.

Taliman Craig
Taliman Craig
Director, Burnsian State Administration
"World's Largest Manufacturer of Radioactive Plate Glass"

City of Veritas

"I want the city walls sealed," ordered the Field Marshal. "No body except government personnel and the Prætorian Guard can enter or leave this city. General! Start setting up the Special Action camps. All citizens are to be interned in there until further notice."

City of Veritas

"I want the city walls sealed," ordered the Field Marshal. "No body except government personnel and the Prætorian Guard can enter or leave this city. General! Start setting up the Special Action camps. All citizens are to be interned in there until further notice."

Veritas Inner City

"I don't understand. What's the point of this?" asked the child, as his father, one Mohammed White, held him.

"I don't know. All I know is that I'm never going to let them get you. I promise you," Mohammed replied. He held in his hand a M-4 Carbine, fully loaded, with a scope. Surveying the view from his apartment window, he spotted a convoy of British troops winding their way through the city towards a camp.

Mohammed had assembled a group of around one hundred men and women from around his section of the city. They held weapons that they had taken with them after discharge from the Burnsian Military. On the road had been set up a roadblock made of burning cars and tires. Three buildings on either side of the road had been rigged to fall down on the street by engineers from Burnsian General Automobile. White held the detonator. The convoy neared. He spoke into his radio... "Wait for my signal... wait..."

Convoy, 1900 hrs

The convoy proceeded down the road, and the bomb exploded as the group slowed to make the turn. A supply truck was blown off the road, killing eight.

"Shit, shit, shit!" screamed a soldier.

***
SIC:

Field Headquarters, 1930 hrs

"This is fucking ridiculous. I want building to building sweeps of the city. Anyone that resists should be shot on sight. Explain to these people that going to the internment facility is for their own benefit.

***
IC:

Veritas

Heavily armoured vehicles escorted by infantry troops patrolled the deserted streets of Veritas.

Now hear this, now hear this. We are here for your benefit, I emphasise, your benefit. Please cooperate for the benefit of yourselves and your families. This is a temporary measure to root out traitors and other individuals that pose a threat to your well-being.

1904 Hrs

"OPEN UP! OPEN THE FUCK UP!" screamed White into his radio, firing down into the transport trucks with his carbine. On cue, the buildings fell down into the street, flooding it with dust and debris. One side of the narrow street was sealed off completely, while the other was partially open. When White saw this, he swore under his breath. Changing his clip, he grabbed his son, who was still firing his pistol into the convoy. He slapped another man on the shoulder as he ran down into the parking garage under his apartment complex. This man walked calmly up to the window and fired his AT4 at the most intimidating-looking vehicle in the convoy, and followed Mohammed downstairs. They opened up a manhole cover and slipped into the sewers, on their way out of the city.

Veritas

People were surrendering to the British in droves. Others fought, and were cut down. Even fewer had heard of the attack in the Inner City, and had resolved to join the fight. These ones stayed inside their apartments and homes, waiting for the initial sweep to be over...

SIC:

Field HQ

"That's it. After thirty soldiers have died due to fucking insurgents, it's time to pull a Skgorria," bellowed the Field Marshal. "I want all non-Prætorian personnel and all non-government personnel shot if they are not found in an internment camp."

***

Veritas
IC:

"Go, go, go!" ordered a commander in the streets. The three hundred soldiers opened a manhole, and descended into the sewers, sweeping them out.

SIC:

Meanwhile, the bulk of the Prætorian soldiers went from building to building, executing any civilian who didn't immediately comply.

***

IC:

Communiqué to The Burnsian Desert

We request permission to bring in tanks and light artillery into Veritas to counter anti-government insurgents. We still remain mindful of our promise to not enter Regal or Sherra.

Signed,
Chloe Sinclair
Minister for Defence

Sewers

White was sweating. It smells like shit down here, he thought. Every few seconds, he looked over his shoulder, expecting to see a British soldier leveling his rifle at him and his son. They were only a hundred yards to the elimination duct. His friend, Hasim, kept pushing him forward. "C'mon, Mohammed, not much farther... we're almost out..." he urged.

They rounded a corner and came face to face with... monsters. Clad in black Nomex, the former Burnsian Helljumpers almost shot White and his companion at point blank range.

"Oh, shit," breathed White, his hand on his chest. "Thank God you're here. We need to leave. They're in the sewers. I have no idea how they got the idea to come down here... we have to get to the cars."

Nodding, the man replied, "We opened the cover out there. James is sitting out there waiting for you. We'll cover you for five minutes. We have another car, a black BGT-SUV. We'll meet you in Regal. Whatever you do, DON'T take Route 2. It's crawling with the Military. Use 54 or something."

White nodded, and patted the man on the shoulder. "I'm indebted to you forever."

"Don't worry," replied the Helljumper. "I'll see you in Regal."

White ran out of the sewer and jumped into the silver Hummer. The Helljumper motioned to his men to leave. As they left, he placed a large stick of C4 on the wall and set the time to thirty seconds. Hopefully, the charge would ignite the massive amount of methane in the sewer and destroy a copious amount of Veritas, not to mention a large contingent of British troops.

OOC: Veritas doesn't have a modern sewer system. It was built in the 1700s, so there isn't a way to vent much methane.

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Re

Armor may be used, but artillery must be limited to man-portable mortars. Veritas is an important manufacturing center for automobiles; we don't trust you to keep the factories out of harm's way.

Londinian High Command

"Minister, we have an incoming transmission from Field Marshal Crompton," reported a comm officer.

"Put it on screen," the MoD ordered.

"Minister for Defence, I have news from the front. Six hundred were killed in the explosion of the sewer system," Crompton reported.

"Darwin damn it!" the MoD yelled. "Go out there and kill people. Now, how many have died in your internment camps?"

"Eight thousand."

"Kill some more!"

***

Route 54

"Shit, there's a truck coming towards us, trying to exit."

"Military or government grade?"

"No, sir, it looks rather beat up."

"Then open fire on it, now!"

Five soldiers opened fire on the oncoming truck with their machine guns, and a Challenger II tank started to shell it.

OOC: I'm making this your insurgent's truck, if you don't mind.

***

SIC:

Detainment Camp A4151

"We need to step up the killing. Orders from the MoD."

"What more do they want? We're processing as fast as we can. Four thousand dead in the past week. I mean, we can't kill all of them. We can kill a chunk, but too many will gain the ire of the Burnsian government."

"Still, kill all the undesirables, quickly."

OOC2: How many people are in Veritas?

OOC: Around... 125 million, I want to say.

IC:

Route 54

The truck's suspension screamed in protest as James swung it in a 180-degree spin, in an attempt to protect the passenger section from damage. Mohammed punched through the sunroof, a Burnsian flag gripped in his bleeding hand, hoping that the soldiers would think he was government. He readied his old Helljumper ID with his other hand, and said a prayer.

OOC: Out for a while, maybe all night, but probably not...

OOC: Okay, thanks.
IC:

Route 54

"Sir, you're under arrest," one of the soldiers announced as she slapped handcuffs on the man.

"Wait, wait, Thatcher," said another soldier. "He's got a government ID."

"Lemme see that," the first replied, snatching the card. "Helljumpers, eh?...Wait a sec; it's expired."

"We can't take the risk of killing him."

"True, but we can't take the risk of letting him go."

"Sir, what is your rank and position in the Helljumpers?" another soldier asked. "What is your purpose in leaving Veritas?"

Sitting at an Intelligence console, Lt. David Hatch of the Intelligence Secretariat, sat idly back as the humdrum day went on...Suddenly data began scrolling across his monitor...Sitting upright, He began furiously typing on his keyboard...
As he typed he repeatedly glanced at the “Panic” button as it was called… Fearing the repercussions of hitting if this INTEL was minuscule…

Quickly he entered the data & then smacked the button, Which sent a signal to the “Old Man”…One Lt. Colonel Patrick Chan…The regional Adjutant for this Listening Post…
Brief moments later the callbox buzzed…David picked it up..

Sir… We got Movement & Signal Transmissions emanating from Xeraph Military Command…. Their Mobilizing Units for deployment to TBD… Cradling the phone in his shoulder…He began entering data…Which would put MP Command Units on “Ready FIVE”….

As the Data was entered…The appropriate Commands were Instantly notified to begin Mobilizing… Destination was an Old JMOB Naval Platform sitting approximately 75 miles offshore of TBD… An Ideal Jump off point… Affectionately known as FIREBASE: GLASS HOUSE… Nicknamed shortly after the Nuking of TBD years before… The base was originally VL property, But with their mass exodus to their Extra-Solar Colonies. The base fell into disuse…Until recently when MPCC (Mandalore Prime Central Command) began refurbishing most of the JMOB left behind & annexed by Mandalore Prime…

After entering the requested data…Lt. Hatch was instructed to send out coded communiqués to both Xeraph Central Command & TBD… Along with a short description of the units to be stationed at the JMOB… Which was a Fully Stocked & Armed Station...

45,000 tons of perishables… Food, Expendables… Fuel… Medical Units would arrive after confirmation from TBD Command…

187th CLONETROOPER MOBILE INFANTRY COMMAND COMPANY
160 Clonetroopers
17 Wheeled Troop Carrier
20 Speeder bikes

721st CLONETROOPER MECHANIZED INFANTRY REGIMENT
672 AT-PT Walkers
160 Veteran Clonetroopers - (depends on mission profile)
90 Speeder bikes
26 Mobile Artillery Platforms
26 AT-AA Walkers
12 AT-ST Walkers
5 Heavy Artillery Platforms
6 TR-MB
( Total of 1,160 Men )

Units permanently assigned to FB: Glass House

65 - LAAT/i – Infantry Carriers
30 - LAAT/c – Cargo/Vehicle Transporters

The sun rose over the ocean. The Kulikovian flag waved proudly over each ship of the 6th Fleet. Its' full might being brought against the pretender's forces in the Burnsian Desert. MIG-29's and 21's flew overhead, screeching past the destroyers, carriers, cruisers, frigates, and various transport ships. Grand Adrmiral Pallada expected enemy forces to meet them. They were still 100 miles off shore. Soldiers of the 1st Vanguard awaited in the heavily defended transports. They were the most battle-hardened of the Kulikovian Military. Highly trained and disciplined they were fabled for fighting to the last. Other Army and Revolutionary Guard elements were also mobilized.

Despite this show of force, some in the Senate and House of Deputies debated on whether or not a military option was the best. The circumstances of the overthrowing of the old regime were still hazy with conflicting reports. Many believed that Prime Minister Dantes was being pressured by his own party which was weakening to go ahead with the military avenue of approach. Regardless, each Kulikovian would do what he or she was tasked with which was "To defend the Motherland and her children".

Several Tu-160 Blackjacks flew in holding patterns far up in the sky. The Kulikovian forces were ordered by Field Marshall Nelesenk, the true commander of the expeditionary forces to hold their positions outside Burnsian territorial waters and airspace in hopes that negotiations would bear any fruit which seem unlikely.
"Radar Contacts?" asked the operation specialist aboard the stealth bomber
"Negative, all conditions are normal. Flight pattern Delta remains in position. Alpha's One thru Three are holding, continuing radio silence" a technician responded.

On airfields hundreds of miles away in friendly areas, a dozen or so Tu-95's waited on the airstrip, their huge turbines winding up and propellars buzzing. Flights of Su-24's also were being prepped and launched. Kulikovian Strategic Forces were on high alert. Commanders on the ground and at sea awaited for the deadline which was set at midnight. CG's and DDG's armed their missile systems. Troops checked their gear and cleaned their guns. Also recieving briefs from intelligence officers.

"Sir, it appears that Kulikovia is choosing to disregard our warning."

Admiral Collins scanned the report of the Kulikovian 6th fleet, now 100 miles off of the Burnsian coast. He also noted Mandalore Prime's mobilization. 'Good', he thought, 'MP behind them, Xeraph in front of them. We'll squeeze 'em like a pimple."

"Ensign, tell the General that it'd be a good time to deploy his troops and armor to TBD's mainland. Although BL is in the process of anti-insurgency procedures, we'll want to go in and occupy Highfather and surrounding areas. Protect the Queen at all costs.

As to the Kulikovian 6th, theyr'e scrambling their Migs....yes I said Migs. What the fuck they hope to accomplish with those relics is beyond me, but we have 12 BattleCarriers full of Rattlesnakes, Mambas, Cobras, and Copperheads. The subs are already in position around their foremost units. Missile destroyers at full alert capabilities. Fan out and stagger our CBGs across a 6-mile arc. Let's see what the Kulikovians can do against 72 of the Xeraphian Empire's ships-of-the-line."

"Aye, sir. Perhaps one last message to their HQ?"

Collins hesitated. He wanted nothing more than to obliterate these upstarts. But the history of Xeraph was one of mercy.....limited mercy, yes, but mercy if the opposition stood down. "Yes, ensign, send their commanders one last message. They have 1 hour to signal their intent to cease hostilities. Sixty minutes. Then we'll see to it that their precious 6th fleet becomes nothing but a memory. Advise Mandalorian commanders of the situation. And advise the General that it might be a good idea for him to suggest to the Emperor that if Kulikovia persists in this folly, that we make preparations to invade that nation."

"Aye sir."

Admiral Pallada, aboard the KSS Archangel, flagship of the 6th paced across the bridge. Multiple radar contacts were made a hundred nautical miles away. Spy planes discovered that it was the Auralinian fleet, a formidable foe to face at sea. Pallada was in his fifties and a veteran of his fair share of naval engagements. The men respected him for leading by example. He stroked his gray beard as technicians worked on the bridge. The actual CO of the carrier was a Captain Rhinehart, a sturdy man in his forties and a rough man to deal with. He was known for a fiery temper but sound judgement.
"Sir, we've just recieved a communication from the Aluralinian Fleet" an operation specialist said as he typed through the computer. Both the admiral and captain strode over to the screen.
"One hour to stand down?!" Rhinehart exclaimed. He couldn't believe the audacity of the message.
"Yes, we've been given one hour to stand down...bullshit" Pallada simply stated and walked away. The intentions of the Auralinians were clear. "Negotiations are breaking down, Rhinehart. Our deadline still stands but this one may put us in a compromising position."
"We'll ready our defences, sir" Rhinehart replied without hesitation.
"Order all ships, aircraft, and men to battle alarm" Pallada ordered. Rhinehart's body was shot with adrenaline as he carried out the order.
"Scramble the Mig-29K's and other aircraft. They will be set in holding patterns for fifty minutes then will attack the Auralinian Fleet. Hold the 4th air wing back for protection of the fleet. All cruisers and destroyers will charge their missile systems. All air defence systems will be put on high alert. Head five degrees north. 2nd Battle Group will break off but not too far. We will form an arrow head and they will stagger themselves in a zig zag to prevent ourselves from being taken by the sides. Today we will do battle!" He barked.

Admiral Collins was finishing up lunch in his quarters when his commscreen beeped. "Yes, Chief, what is it?"

Chief Petty Officer Hank Coyle had seen many nations come and go in his 54 years....mostly go when they had the balls to tangle with Alaric's armed forces. Not all that long ago....21 years to be exact....Xeraphian naval, air, and land forces almos singlehandedly turned the tide when the renegade nations of the Black and Grey Imperium almost over-ran the nations of Comatica, Shushii, and Ramissle. For the first and only time in Xeraph's history, Alaric had thrown over 80% of the Empire's forces against the BGI, some 260,000,000 armored troopers, jet pilots, sailors, and AI units. Six and a half million never returned home, but the Imperium never again raised it's rebellious head. He mused upon the notion that "the big guy" always had those who wanted to test his mettle. Kulikovia obviously thought they had what it took to take on the Empire.

"Admiral, the Kulikovian 6th fleet's answer is: Bullshit." Chief Coyle chuckled to himself. "What'll the Emperor say when he hears this?"

"Chief, he'll probably say something on the order of 'Bullshit, huh? Anything that comes out of the ass-end of an animal deserves to be ground into fertilizer.' So, let's say we inform Alaric of Kulikovian High Command's intentions and let him decide how much of his 'overwhelming force/utter destruction' war-creed he wants to send to the Kulikovian fleet. And my guess is that when he's through with the 6th fleet, he'll head directly to Kulikovia itself. THAT will be the REAL pisser. The name 'Kulikovia' will be added to the list of those nations who will remind people of the word 'wasteland'.

But enough chit-chat. Bring the missile-ships to bear on the enemy fleet. All subs to fire when in range. Battleships and destroyers to commence bombardment when enemy fleet is within 17-mile range. We have, what, approximately 720 aircraft, correct? Scramble six waves of 120 aircraft each wave, six minutes apart. Arm all aircraft with A/S missiles, and get a squadron of King Cobras aloft. And advise MP HQ to watch our backs. There might be some Kulikovian straggler hanging around. If so, I want 'em destroyed. That is all." Collins turned back to his dessert, then thought twice about it. 'Don't want to get sleepy before battle', he thought.....

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Alaric Tan'it, Emperor of Xeraph, laughed out loud when he read Kulikovia's answer. A warrior through and through, he liked a good fight. Seems Kulikovia was going to give him one. He tapped the commscreen. "Captain, have the 4th, 91st, 30th, and 32nd CBGs set sail for the coordinates just east of our fleet off of TBD. Have the 12th, 13th, 70th, 33rd, and 144th CBGs along with Vampire Carriers 2 and 3 deploy to the waters off of Kulikovia. Troopships and airdrops to deploy 3.2 million units over a 7-day period. Python and Anaconda bombers to carpet-bomb inland cities and manufacturing facilities.....on my orders, not before. Got it?"

"Got it, Alaric. What of your meeting with the new Queen?"

"Hmmm...yes. Tell her I'll be there in 48 hours. We'll need to speak privately for a few minutes, then we'll announce our decision."

"Decision?"

"Don't be so friggin' nosey, Captain. Yes, decision. We're gonna stop these people in their tracks....literally. They won't know what hit 'em."

"Yes, sir. I'm sure they won't."

Admiral Pallada moved across the bridge and picked up a headset. The technichians patched him in to the 1MC for the ship and across the fleet. He cleared his throat then turned it on.
"Comrades, today we sail into the jaws of war...we've sailed this periless sea many time before and lost many a brave sailor. Every man and woman from able seaman to admiral will do his duty. Kulikovia would expect nothing less than the best from it's servicemembers. Mother Kulikovia has sent her children out into harm's way. But we will not shutter nor turn and run! We have proven time and time again that the Kulikovian Navy in all its' glory will stand the testiment of time. Your children's children will look back into the history of our nation and remember this day, whatever the outcome may be I will say that I am proud to serve with each and everyone of you. Even though we may be outnumbered, possibly outgunned, they cannot match our spirit, our will to fight! May we be victorious, comrades!"
Cheering roared up through the engine compartments, gallies, and all compartments as the Kulikovian flag unfurled in the wind. The destroyers sailed forward, forming a screen around the fleet as the main body formed an arrow. Off to the northeast was the 2nd battle group which zig zagged, armed and ready to fight. The jets roared overhead as the stealth bombers flew overhead, high above. The subs lurked far below, away from the main battle group.

Six miles up, Commander Willard couldn't see a damn thing with his natural sight. But his console told him that the enemy was directly below him. Migs and some kind of antique stealth bomber.

"Commander....Scott here. Are they for real, sir? Migs? Those fuckin' things can't get out of their own way! I forget...what level Mach are they?"

Willard chuckled. "Mach negative, lieutenant. Top speed was 450 mph. When they were new. Sixty-five years ago."

Silence. "Sir, this isn't going to be a battle. It's going to be a slaughter. Not war.....murder."

"Now don't get so melodramatic, Lieutenant. We gave them ample opportunity to stand down...no loss of face. They want to suppress the new TBD government. The Emperor wants Kulikovians dead. Any guesses as to who's going to get what they want?"

"That's no guess, sir. That's a certainty. Kulikovo's toast."

Yes, Lieutenant, toast is a good word for it......burned beyond recognition. Whattya say we go kick some Kulikovian ass?"

"Ready when you are sir."

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The Xeraphians dove out of the sun at Mach .66, eight times the speed of their fastest Mig. The Rattlesnakes blew by the Kulikovians so quickly that it was nine seconds before they could react.

By then, it was too late. The Rattlesnakes were already loosing their Hawks at the enemy carriers. The Mambas had engaged the destroyers. The Asps were flying 4 feet above the waves, ready to drop their torps. And the Cobras were firing on the Kulikovian Migs. Copperheads were holding back for a minute or two. Whatever got away from the others would be fair game for them.

A half-dozen subs let go their torpedoes, eight to a vessal, and dove speedily. In just 22 seconds, the battleships and destroyers would open up with their 180-lb. titanium-tipped munitions.

But the greatest degree of devastation was to be wrought by the missile destroyers, whose Multi-VLS S/S would cut through the wedge of Kulikovian vessals at 90-degree right angles. In less than 360 seconds, all 2,615 missiles would be headed at sub-sonic speed towards the doomed Kulikovian ships. A projected 83% would find their target, and 64% of those would kill Kulikovians by the thousands, sinking their ships.

Admiral Collins stood on the bridge of his command ship, the HXMS JANUS. He was lost in the imagining of the battle just a few miles away. Several Kulikovian planes had tried to get through to the Xeraphian fleet. They were now on their way to the bottom of the ocean, their pilots, those who were yet alive, were frantically trying to swim away from the ever-closer-encircling Great Whites.....


(ooc: here's where we start posting our losses. and PLEASE, be realistic!)

Route 54

"Captain James Al-Kawan. Retired. I want to get out of there before my family gets mulched. Right now I work for the government as an 'advisor'," he said, winking at the British soldier. "Now, if you let me go on my way, I'm sure I can compensate you in some way..." he held out a fistful of 100-mark Burned Notes. "...or, if not, I can call an airstrike in on this position."

OOC: 1 Burned Note = $1.89 USD, so that's something like five thousand dollars he's offering the guy.

--

Re

The military of Mandalore Prime may station troops on the JMOB Naval Platform. However, Mandalorian troops may not enter Burnsian territory without the express permission of the Queen.

--

Spear Isle Homeland Defense Center
The Islandry
The Burnsian Desert

A technician leaned over a monitor, watching the radar contacts of the Xeraphian and Kulikovian fleets. Overhead, a sattelite feed showed the two masses of ships as they maneuvered. High General Ji-Lou Khan strode into the room. He was the only high-ranking Asian in the Burnsian military, but he didn't find the fact interesting or important. His job was to fight.

He walked over to the different monitors, checking statistics and data. Turning to a technician, he asked, "How many guns can we have trained on the Kulikovian fleet?"

"Five stations, two cannons each, so ten cannons, sir. Rate of fire is about two rounds per minute, so we can fire about-"

Khan cut him off. "Fire a ten-minute salvo. Target the logistics ships and the troop transports first; I don't want them establishing a beachhead."

OOC: Defense cannons electrically fire 6' titanium-cored steel rods within five inches of accuracy. I think I bought them from Intelligent Peoples or something... I'll try and dig up the link...

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Royal Palace
Highfather
The Burnsian Desert

Looks terrible, thought Sylvia, surveying the damage to the conference room. One wall was made up of builders' wrap. The carpet and expensive mohagany conference table had been burned in the attack. She sat in a folding chair next to a Formica pull-out table, waiting for Alaric to arrive.

SIC:

Detainment Camp A4151

"Sir, our purges are completed. Three point seven five million dead."

"Excellent. The governor was killed, correct?"

"Yes. He was 'found to be collaborating with the former government'. Muhahaha!"

"Perfect. Install a New Party governor. He needs to be loyal to the Queen, but to us above all."

"Understood. I have the perfect candidate."

"Good. Now rework this facility into a prison; make it look respectable if the Burnsian government inspects us suddenly."

Route 54

"Captain James Al-Kawan. Retired. I want to get out of there before my family gets mulched. Right now I work for the government as an 'advisor'," he said, winking at the British soldier. "Now, if you let me go on my way, I'm sure I can compensate you in some way..." he held out a fistful of 100-mark Burned Notes. "...or, if not, I can call an airstrike in on this position."

OOC: 1 Burned Note = $1.89 USD, so that's something like five thousand dollars he's offering the guy.


"Very well. You may pass through. Be careful, sir. I recommend you get to Regal or Sherra. Between you and me, it would not be wise to be in the path of the Guard," said a soldier, waving the man through the checkpoint.

OOC: Auralinia, perhaps you should be more realistic. I don't know what Mig jets you are thinking of but the ones I have are Mig-29's and their top speed is 1,520 MPH. Not 450 MPH like Korean War era Migs. Also, 2,615 missiles coming at my fleet? Another thing, your jets blew right over my ships like my fleet doesn't have radar and is just floating there with thumbs up their asses. And you say all of my jets that approached your lfeet are destroyed? Why not let me rp my end and I'll be realistic

OOC: TBD, what is the effective and/or max range of those cannons. My fleet is at least 100 miles off shore. Besides, the way Auralinia described it, my fleet is already DOOMED!!!

One more thing, is it night time in the rp? Just for the sake of knowledge

OOC: I think it was about 100 miles. I'll check, I'm sure it's in here.

OOC: Wouldn't matter anyways. My fleet has been DOOMED!!! GIVE ME BACK MY FLEET!!!

OOC: Good, because I can't find it. Time to press the attack back to the homeland... later tonight when I'm not working. :(

OOC: My fleet of rowboats and kites have been obliterated by the much more powerful fleet of Auralinia :(

OOC: Do you have a map of your country as well as the island where the cannons are?

OOC: He has maps in his Wiki article.

Start- Falcon Security Encryption Alpha/ Urgent Transmission To MoD British Londinium and Relavant Authority for Queen Katrina:

From: SIS Intelligence Commander Barrett (Approved by Republic Forigen Affairs)

Below are extracts from Falcon SIS Intel Reports. That where compiled at aproximatly 20:00 hours on the 20th December 2006 and another compiled at 21:30 tonight. It is a copy of an e-mail that SIS Counter Terrorism Team 001 intercepted while they monitoring a known Weapons Dealer currently within our borders. When we read it we filed and disreagared it as it was nothing to do with our operation however upon hearing your deployment Burnsian Desert. We immediately forward it to you so you may protect your troops on the ground within in your operation.

Security and Intelligence Service Report/ 26th December 2006/ 20:00/Team 001/ Operator: 3

While monitoring the target we intercepted this e-mail sent to an unkown sender at an unkown location:

Time: 18:45

Sender E-mail Address and Location- Unable to Trace
Reciver E-mail Address- Blocked out

Lewis thank you for the shipment it was warmly recieved by my superiors. The rest of your money has been wired into your account. We would like to thank you for the various Chemical Weapons you where able to supply at such short notice. If she goes mad we will be ready.I hope Falconia is all its cracked up to be.


Security and Intelligence Service Report/ 28th December 2006/ 21:30/Team 001/ Operator: 4

Time:19:30

Sender E-mail Address and Location- Unable to Trace
Reciver E-mail Address- Blocked out

Lewis this will be my last message to you. Watch the news tomorrow and watch your babies do their worst. Your Anthrax and in particular your Chemical 909. The launch mode is purely amazing who would of thought it.

Thank you for everything. Eric.

We are sorry we can not provide any further information regarding this subject SIS CTU only became aware of the Weapons Dealer within our borders on the 24th December 2006. I hope this intelligence will be useful to you in your current operations in Burnsian. We will of course forward any further Intel we get on this subject to you immediatly. We belive elements within Burnsian loyal to the previous Regime have Chemical Weapons and the ways and meand to deploy them against your forces.

Yours Security and Intelligence Service (SIS) Commander Barrett.

Falcon Security Encryption Alpha-End

OOC: Bump

OOC: Auralinia, perhaps you should be more realistic. I don't know what Mig jets you are thinking of but the ones I have are Mig-29's and their top speed is 1,520 MPH. Not 450 MPH like Korean War era Migs. Also, 2,615 missiles coming at my fleet? Another thing, your jets blew right over my ships like my fleet doesn't have radar and is just floating there with thumbs up their asses. And you say all of my jets that approached your lfeet are destroyed? Why not let me rp my end and I'll be realistic


ooc: first off, think Xeraph, not Auralinia. I'm using Auralinia until Jolt fixes it's link problem. I haven't been able to log Xeraph onto the forums for weeks.
Next, the reason I was thinking antique Migs is because of your RL age. Back when I started playing this game, we had to wait and build our forces in accordance with our pop/economy. We didn't just jump right into state-of-the-art weaponry, etc, until we were able to afford it. I realize that many nations (can you say 'noobs') ignore this. That's why I ignore them. I just assumed that you would not have this enhanced level of technology. As to the missiles, think stinger-type missiles: VLS (verticle launch systems) missiles are smaller than the SAMS, Tomahawks, etc. Less punch, perhaps, but more hits. As to your radar, my capabilities include the most sophisticated jammimg electronics known. You would never even know I was within 100 miles of you. And you would have also have automatically assumed that I had that technology if you had been aware of Xeraph's status instead of Auralinias. If you want me to back off a bit, OK. But all that I wrote about Xeraph stopping you in your tracks was not for my benefit, but yours. I tried to warn you away. TBD and Mandalore Prime have been around as long as I have. Ask them. Xeraph hasn't lost a war yet, and only a battle or two here and there.

ooc: sorry I'm late.
ic:

...Frantic footsteps echoed through the halls of the Presidential Palace...

..The tired feet came to an abrupt stop, their owner handing a stack of papers to the owner of another pair of feet, resting comfortably on the floor; it's buttocks firmly planted on a chair..

The secretary walked over to the presidential office. In a polite voice she spoke, "Mr. President?"

"Come in Lynda" came the reply. "What's this? Oh. Thank you very much." he said with a tired smile. The woman left the room and shut the door. The 62 year old man opened the folder and started reading what was inside. I can't beleive it.. that Son-of-a-Bitch is dead!

There was a knock on the door.

"Come in.."

In walked a tall man with short buzzed hair; dark brown and grayed at the roots. He held his hat in his hand as he came in, head up chest out; a model for every soldier. The man's eyes seemed to speak directly to the president's soul. This was the Cheif of the Air Force, Cheif General Khan Islam Dudayev.

"What's this about general?" asked the president.

"Sir..." Dudayev relaxed his stance and at once the room seemed to grow brighter, "I see the news has gotten to you before I have"

"Indeed it travels fast, what do you have for me?"

"Satellite recon photos of the cities of Highfather and Veritas sir. General Mitchel C. Craig is confirmed dead and has been succeeded by Queen Sylvia Katrina. From what we've been able to gather she's some war hero in her country and has led a coup against the government. That's all we have for now." he handed the folder to the president who took it and examined the contents.

"Have a seat Dudayev-" He motioned to the chair, "would you like some tea?"

"Yes thank you, one sugar please."
The president went on reading the report.
"Hmm, British Londinium. They're pretty new from what I see." he said to himself as he read the papers, "So there's been a coup, a big portion of Veritas destroyed by explosives and a naval battle ongoing.. Any idea between who?"

"No Mr. President, we're still looking into it."

"I see."

"How heavily do you want to get involved Mr. President?"

"For now, Khan, we don't know enough for any firm decisions. I want you to keep an eye on that region and keep me posted on any significant events. I understand full well that we are in some very dire times right now and I know how much work you are under. I will send a message to their leader, this Ms. Katrina".

At that the conversation about The Burnsian Desert came to a halt and matters of far greater importance came into discussion. Namely the state of civilians and forces in the dual island colony of Yeltsmin, now believed to be under possible threat of Kraven assault.

ooc: I won't get too involved although the Groznian gov't is strongly against genocide and is more or less a good guy nation. Btw, TBD, you don't mind me having 1 or 2 sats above your country do you?

OOC: Groznyj: No problem, I'm sure half the world has sattelites up there. :)

Undead Falcons: Are you saying that my insurgent (Mohammed White) has bought chemical weapons?

IC:

The Burnsian Desert High Military Command
Office of The Grand General

To: Field Marshal Elliot Crompton

Greetings.

Burnsian troops will be relieving your Praetorian troops in Veritas. The first 16,000 replacements will arrive in about three hours.

Ji-Lou Khan
Grand General Ji-Lou Khan
Grand General, Commander of Combined Universal Burnsian Forces
"World's Largest Manufacturer of Radioactive Plate Glass"

Communiqué to the Burnsian Desert High Command

Our troops will be leaving forthwith. Thank you for the notice.

Signed,

Elliot Crompton
Elliot Crompton
Minister for Defence
Supreme Commander, Londinian Expeditionary Force

OOC: I belive so. My counter-intel service has uncovered evidence to suggest your insergent has bought some form of chemical weapon.

IC:

Start Transmission/Start- Falcon Security Encryption Alpha/ Urgent Transmission To Burnsian Desert High Command.

From: SIS Intelligence Commander Barrett (Approved by Republic Forigen Affairs)

From the evidence from SIS CTU we indeed do belive your insergent element within your nation has purchased Chemical Weapons from a weapons dealer currently within republic territory. The dealer in question is Henry Bedford a target Republic SIS has taken into custody.

Im afraid at this time I am unable to show you further evidence as they are from sensitive secure sources. However I can tell you that a person of "Burnsian" orgin purchased a total of 2 Chemical Weapons namely Anthrax and a Weapon we only know as Chemical 909.

I have instructed my people to produce a report on Henrys Activities within the Burnsian Desert and any weapons of any nature he has supplied to any person or group within the Burnsian Desert for you which we will forward immediatly.

Yours Security and Intelligence Service (SIS) Commander Barrett.

Falcon Security Encryption Alpha-End

While Xeraphian air and sea forces were attacking Kulikovian units off of TBD, seven Royal Xeraphian Carrier Battle Groups were steaming towards the waters just outside Kulikovian international boundaries. Over one hundred-fifty ships would drop anchor in a line stretching 45 miles parallel to the Kulikovian coastline. Troop transports held 65,000 armored troopers and a division of MBTs, mainly the Beowulf heavy attack tanks.

Several nations allied to Xeraph had expressed interest in joining the invasion of Kulikovia. The Grey Legions, the Black Katanas, and the dreaded Warriors of Vhammpyr wanted a piece of the action. Alaric was considering their requests when a messenger handed him a report. It seemed the new Queen of TBD was awaiting him.....somewhat impatiently. He allowed himself a small smile.

"Colonel, get me an open line to the Queen."

"Aye, sir."

Alaric went back to studying his ally's requests. The Legions and the Katanas were too far away, which left Vhammpyr. Dedicated and loyal, the vampiric Warriors would do an excellent job of overcoming any resistence that the Kulikovians might put up. But they left such a bloody mess........body parts by the hundreds of thousands and blood-soaked ground for miles and miles. And they didn't care about the difference between combatants and non-combatants. He made his decision.

"Captain, inform Prince Teii that I have tentative plans to include 125,000 Vhammpyric Warriors in the invasion of Kulikovia. Have him have ready another 500,000 should I decide to completely destroy the Kulikovian civilization."

"Yessir."

It had been a long time since Xeraph had out-and-out conqured another nation. Most of the world forgot that Xeraph had a zero tolerence policy towards nations who screwed around with Xeraphian allies. A lesson needed to be taught, and Kulikovia was going to be the subject.........

OOC: Honestly, Veritas was just a training op. But I'll have another insurgent pick up that weapon. I don't want all that writing to go to waste. :)

IC:

4,000 Feet Above Veritas
The Burnsian Desert

The UH-60 Blackhawk soared above the city, buzzing rooftops as it tried to avoid gunfire. Inside was Lt. Commander Louis Khan, the son of High General Ji-Lou Khan. He was yelling over the din of rotors into his sattelite phone.

"We lost him. The Londinians report sighting him several times throughout the week, but they lost track of him when he fled the sewers. No, we haven't seen him outside the city. Yeah, they're still here, we're debriefing them. Yeah. Yeah. Okay, bye."

Louis made an entry into his field journal.


Mission Success
2Lt. White escaped, Londinian casualties 300+/-
$2bn damage to city

Route 2
Outside Regal

The truck stopped at the entrance to Regal Naval Base. The guard, seeing James's ID, waved them in. They drove for about ten minutes to a low-slung, administrative-looking building near the center of the complex. James, White, and the boy exited the truck and walked to the door. White told his son to wait in the lobby while he went upstairs.

He entered a conference room on the second floor and shook hands with his commanding officer. "Mission success, sir."

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Royal Palace
Highfather
The Burnsian Desert

The phone rang. Katrina immediately picked it up, and looked at the caller ID. About damn time, she thought.

"About damn time," she said into the mouthpiece. "It's been a while, Alaric. I'm sure you don't remember me; I was on the bodyguard detail for former Queen Romalia at your little suaree a few months ago."

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Han's
The Burnsian Desert

Gerard checked the contents of the wooden crate. Just as he had expected; two small canisters, one green, the other gray. He handed a large briefcase of money to the man standing opposite him in the warehouse. "This will do just fine," he said, motioning for one of his men to put the crate in the back of a van. "Pleasure doing business with you gentlemen."

Falconians are such nice people, he thought as he clambered into the passenger side of the van. Fifteen minutes later, they were en route to Highfather via Route 2.

Alaric laughed right out loud as he remembered the loud-mouthed body guard that had accomanied Romalia. "So, your Majesty, what gave you the idea that you could just waltz right into the former Queen's chambers and take over the government? Not that I give a rat's ass who rules The Desert, but aren't you taking quite a chance there?"

Sir…Were getting flash priority traffic on Xeraphian frequencies…
Seems theirs alotta COMMS…Passing back & forth between the Flag Group currently about 100 miles off Kulikovian Territorial Waters… Also showing Flash Traffic between said command & TBD Command

*Scratching his head…Lt. Colonel O’Neill… Stood there mulling over the ramifications of the COMMS Traffic..

Reaching over he grabbed the RED Line…a line specifically reserved for Direct Contact with Alejandro…

After a brief repeat of the traffic…O’Neill hangs up & turns to the COMMS Lt.

Per the Caesar’s direct order… The 5th Army Group is to prepare for Mobilization. (5 Legions to an Army Group)

He has also ordered 3 Additional Carrier Battle Groups to divert to that area for extended Operations. 1st & 23rd CBG are directed to take up Station in the Vicinity of the JMOB… With orders to support the Xeraphian Ships currently operationg in that region.
The 3rd Fleet is to Steam for Xeraphian Positions along the Kulikovian Interdiction Zone (KIZ) to bolster our Ally.

The 387th Support Legion is ordered to full Mobilization… Orders are to Make way to the JMOB… With Full Support Assets… Contact Xeraph High Command & Inform them that the JMOB is fully functional & prepared to AID the Allied Forces in the Area… Also Inform Them that the Caesar will be on the Flagship steaming for Alaric’s Position


3rd Fleet is Comprised of 4 CBG’s & 1 LATGF(Marine Amphibious Cohorts)(75,000 men)

387th is a Full Legion of MP’s, Medics Combat Engineers & other essential personnel

Standard Army Groups are Comprised of 5 Clonetrooper Legions.

CLONETROOPER LEGION
7,840 Clonetroopers
1,320 Speeder bikes
672 AT-PT Walkers
640 Veteran Clonetroopers
272 Wheeled Troop Carriers
104 AT-AA Walkers
104 Mobile Artillery Platforms
80 AT-ST Walkers
80 AT-AT Walkers
24 TR-MB
20 Heavy Artillery Platforms
( Total of 12,872 Men )

Typical Carrier Battle Group (CVBG)

2 Carrier (CV/CVN)
5 Cruisers (CG)
10 Destroyers (DD(G)
9 Frigates (FFG)
8 Attack submarines (SSN)
5 Fast Combat Support (AOE)

Carrier Air Wing (CVW) (each Carrier)

36 F/A-18 - Strike/Fighter
20 F-14 - Fighter/Strike
4 EA-6B - SEAD/Jamming
4 E-2C - Airborne warning & control
8 S-3B - Surface Warfare/Tanker
6 SH/HH-60 -- Undersea/Logistics/CSAR
2 C-2 - Carrier onboard delivery

Prime Minister Dantes sat in his office. The grandfather clock ticked and tocked at the opposite end of the office. A half empty bottle of brandy sat on his desk. A report sat on his desk, a disasterous one. Minister Tolmesk of the Defense Ministry cracked open the door.
"Excuse me, Gregor...it's urgent" he said in a solemn tone.
"Come in Alexsandr" he replied without looking up. He sat ther mulling, thinking of what happened.
"Sir, it's about the 6th Fleet-"
"I already know...the fleet is gone" he hanged his head down. "Do you have specifics?" he asked as Tolmesk took a seat opposite him.
"The northern battle group was the only one to make it out of the mayhem with enough ready for service ships. Captain Rhinehart is in command of the carrier, as well as several destroyers and cruisers. Many of the other ships in the fleet were either badly damaged and had to be abandoned or surrender or sunk. Several dozen aircraft were shot down...casualties unknown" Tolmesk read off the butcher's bill.

Off the coast of TBD

Captain Rhinehart paced around the deck, checking on all the commands of the carrier. The passage ways were filled with wounded, supplies, and people trying to get through. The battle was a disaster. The admiral was dead, the carrier was heavily damaged and only one flight of aircraft remained on the ship. The other ships weren't in great condition. Now, all they could do was sail away, hopeful that the enemy fleet would not follow. Despite the crushing loss, the Kulikovians fought bravely, both sides suffered losses. Several enemy ships were heavily damaged, a few even sunk. The battle in the sky was fierce. The initial barrage of missiles from the enemy was devestating. However, the Kulikovian fleet pressed onward through the fire's of hell. Every sailor did what was asked of him and thensome. They served their country.
"Are they following us?" Rhinehart asked.
"...Yes, sir" the operationalist responded. "Radar contacts are a positive, they're trying to encircle us" Rhinehart went over to the radar screen.
"All ahead full!" he ordered
"All ahead full, aye" the boatswain's mate at the helm replied.

Admiral Collins watched the screen as the encoded reports flowed by. The Empire's losses were a bit larger than expected. Of the 72 ships engaged by the enemy, 16 were damaged and unable to move under their own volition, another 9 were lying on the bottom of the sea, including a BattleCarrier. 'Scrappy little bastards, these Kulikovians', he thought.

They were retreating to open waters. Kulikovia's total losses were as yet unknown, but they were high. The Imperial navy was in pursuit, but not in a hurry. Perhaps the Kulikovian commanders didn't know that the Mandalorian navy was behind them. "Captain, what's the situation off the Kulikovian coast?" "Sir, our forces are in place, ready to invade. We're just waiting for the Emperor to signal the attack."

Collins mused over the situation. He was surprised that the Emperor hadn't intervened. History showed that the Emperor issued some sort of missive concerning the defeated enemy, but none had been forthcoming. Perhaps he really meant to make an example of Kulikovia. If so, he felt sorry for them. In a detached way, of course. They were the enemy, and had had the temerity to back the wrong player against a Xeraphian ally. Still.....

"Captain, get a message to the Palace and ask what it's intentions are here."

"Aye, sir."

Royal Palace
Highfather
The Burnsian Desert

"Voltaire," replied Sylvia. "Something about the people having the responsibility/right to overthrow a corrupt government. At least that's what I'm telling everyone."

RBSC Al-Kafad
Burnsian Territorial Waters
The Burnsian Desert

The submersible carrier Al-Kafad slid through the dark waters of the sea. Onboard, hundreds of ground crew rushed to prepare the Burnsian B-2N stealth bombers for takeoff. When the pilots finished their preflight briefing, they each said a short prayer and rushed off to their respective aircraft. Handshakes were exchanged as the missiles were loaded into the planes' bomb bays.

Above, six carriers crashed through the froth and turmoil that was the essence of the Burnsian seas. Immediately, the runway doors opened. Planes began pouring out of the hangars, almost one hundred and twenty in total. They screamed towards the Kulikovian fleet a mere sixty feet above the waves. When the Kulikovians were sighted on radar, they loosed 240 ASMs (Air to surface missiles) and broke formation, heading back toward the carriers, who had unleashed over 70 SSMs (surface to surface missiles) from their vertical launch tubes.

Suddenly, a message was sent out from a point about 800 kilometers South of the battlezone inbetween the Xeraphian Fleet and the Kulikovian Fleet.

Top Secret Message
To: Xeraphian Fleet
From: SSRT Naval Interdiction Temporary Task-Force 1

This is the 1st Red Tidean Naval Interdiction TTF... requesting enemy fleet positions. We have 634 aircraft armed and ready to go here. Over."
End Message

The message, sure enough, was coming from six hundred and thirty-one NIA-04 Naval Interdiction Aircraft, plus 3 E-300 Electronic Warfare Aircraft. A derivative of the Red Tidean SBO-4 Strategic Bomber, the NIA-04 was a long range Naval Interdiction Aircraft designed to carry either the LTSC-33 Long Range, Supercavitating Torepedo.

The E-300 was a combination of a jammer place and an AWACS. Its insanely powerful jammers could rip make the majority of the RADARs go mad.

Sitting in his seat…Alejandro watched out the window… As the LAAT skimmed over the waves… His command staff nearby…

Jostled out of his daydream… a fresh Clone Lt. Informed the passengers that they were approaching the Flagship… RMPS Eric Valtane… Mandalore Prime’s newest Ship of the line.

Alejandro smiled as the LAAT circled & began to descend onto a helo pad…
The Valtane Class Carrier was a marvel to look at…It’s sister ship which was due to leave dry-dock in a few days was to be christened RMPS Alaric… It was due to be rotated into a frontline CBG immediately.

With the slightest shimmy the LAAT touched down & Alejandro quickly disembarked
Assuming his staff would see to it that all luggage & pertinent equipment would be unloaded efficiently… Looking up Alejandro saw the remaining 2 LAAT’s begin landing procedures… Before quickly disappearing into a hatch & heading for the bridge… Snapping off salutes to all personnel he passed…

As he entered the bridge the relative quietness of the corridors was replaced by COMMS… both battle & Intel

Suddenly he heard “Admiral on the Bridge”… All non essential personnel stood at attention…Ordering them at ease…Alejandro made his way over to Rear Admiral Sean Deckard…Walking up behind him… He clasped hands with the younger man…

Ok Sean Lay it on me…What’s been happening…

With that the Command Staff of the Eric Valtane combined with the additional Intel crew which accompanied Alejandro…Began painting a grim picture…

Ok From our Intel we’ve pieced together that the Kulikovian Naval Forces have disengaged & are attempted a Breakthrough… They’ve taken a helluva beating & gave as good as they got… Which I’m sure is a Slap to Xeraph’s ego…

Alejandro grinned… Ahhhhh He was gonna exploit that little nibblet at the next State Poker Game…

Intel out of TBD is Spotty…Seems someone is attempting to Jam all transmissions… I got our best working on re-routing thru other means…
Last report was that TBD has just launched a Hellstorm of Missiles… Were unable to confirm the types as that jamming field went up almost immediately…

Grimacing Alejandro… Gritted his teeth…

Ok…Order the Twenty-Third Battlegroup to break off Two Cruiser Squadrons an attempt an end rush flank… As long as they can slow them down…They’ll have done their duty.
Order the remaining Ships to Press forward… Fire only if fired upon…

Contact the First Battlegroup to take up defensive positions near the JMOB.

Turning to an Aide… Has the JMOB been fortified & completely stocked… That base will be permanently garrisoned…

Aide: YES SIR…JMOB 67-902A-78 has been refurbished & is now receiving it’s garrison force… Due to the size of the garrison… Quartermaster Corp has pulled 6 more JMOB Units outta mothballs…and is currently steaming them to the area…Where upon they’ll
be mated up… Effectively tripling it’s size..

Suddenly, a message was sent out from a point about 800 kilometers South of the battlezone inbetween the Xeraphian Fleet and the Kulikovian Fleet.

Top Secret Message
To: Xeraphian Fleet
From: SSRT Naval Interdiction Temporary Task-Force 1

This is the 1st Red Tidean Naval Interdiction TTF... requesting enemy fleet positions. We have 634 aircraft armed and ready to go here. Over."
End Message

The message, sure enough, was coming from six hundred and thirty-one NIA-04 Naval Interdiction Aircraft, plus 3 E-300 Electronic Warfare Aircraft. A derivative of the Red Tidean SBO-4 Strategic Bomber, the NIA-04 was a long range Naval Interdiction Aircraft designed to carry either the LTSC-33 Long Range, Supercavitating Torepedo.

The E-300 was a combination of a jammer place and an AWACS. Its insanely powerful jammers could rip make the majority of the RADARs go mad.


"Yes, ensign, I see the message. Relay info that Kulikovian fleet is approximately 166 miles outbound from TBD coastline NNE. Let them know we're 45 miles behind 'em."

"Aye sir."

ooc: WTF is a Supercavitating torpedo?

OOC: Supercavitation: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Supercavitation#Current_applications

IC: The reply was short and sweet: "Affirmative..."

The interdiction aircraft flew in low, as required to release torepedo's, and rather spread out so as too prevent cluttering their torepedo's together. The LTSC-33 had a range of 150 kilometers. With three torepedo's per craft and 631 aircraft, it would total 1,893 torepedo's... assuming that the enemy did not attempt to shoot some of the aircraft while they were making their run.

"Yes, ensign, I see the message. Relay info that Kulikovian fleet is approximately 166 miles outbound from TBD coastline NNE. Let them know we're 45 miles behind 'em."

"Aye sir."

ooc: WTF is a Supercavitating torpedo?

ooc: In 1997, the Navy tested a supercavitating projectile that reached 5,082 feet per second, becoming the first underwater projectile to exceed Mach 1.

The super fast torpedo could be outfitted with conventional explosive warheads, nuclear tips or nothing at all—a 5,000-pound, 230-mph missile could do enough damage on its own

Drawback: Supercavitation also produces an incredible amount of noise, which alerts the target to both the torpedo and the location of the launching sub.

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Ensign 1st Class Sandborn was cleaning up the galley when he heard the "all hands report" klaxon sound. He listened for the location, and headed directly to the forward deck of the Royal Xeraphian BattleCarrier WARRIOR III. The WARRIOR III was the Admiral's flagship currently anchored 27 miles off of the coast of Kulikovia. It and ninety-five other Xeraphian warships were awaiting orders directly from the Emperor as to when the invasion and conquest of Kulikovia would commence. All was in place: OBPs and other recon units were constantly monitoring the enemy's strength and locations. Prevailing wisdom calculated that the campaign could be over in as little as six weeks, although Sandborn was of the opinion that it would take about twice that estimate. But, he was a lowly ensign....what did he know?

Roughly 1/3 of the battlecarrier's complement of sailors, marines, and airforce personnel were on shift duty at this time of the morning. The rest would be notified as the day wore on.

They were all milling around when the "'ten shun!" blared over the loudspeakers. As one, they all stiffened and saluted as Admiral Collins made his way to the battle-bridge mic.

"Gentlemen, we have new orders. This Task Force has been ordered off of this mission. The Empire has a situation brewing back home that requires our participation. Details will be forwarded as the need for you to know increases. The Fleet currently in pursuit of the crippled Kulikovian naval forces is to be halved, it's coordinates also set for Xeraph. Just enough ships will remain to ensure that the Kulikovians do not return to TBD." He paused. "This much I can tell you. A large force of hostiles has invaded and occupied a small nation approximately 3,200 miles off the western shores of the Black Katanas. This hostile force is currently being reinforced for a future invasion of at least one of the Empire's allies, Wiccan Shadows. Possibly more. Our best reports indicate that a renegade rebel General is behind the invasion. You know him as Azulun."

At the name of Azulun, murmuring broke out amongst the ranks of servicemen.

"OK, quiet down. This is the first confirmation in years that the rebel general is indeed alive. He has secured some new, powerful allies, and is apparently going to take another shot at Xeraph somewhere down the road. Consequently, the Emperor has ordered an Empire-wide High Alert Status and mobilization. That is all. Dismissed."

Sandborn was visibly shaken. His family, wife, children, and parents had been victims of Azulun's chem/bio attack on Xeraph years ago. It all came rushing back to him, a painful reminder of a very bad time in his, and numerous others, life. He breathed a small prayer that he would be the one to kill Azulun....no matter what it took, he would kill that bastard with his bare hands...........