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WAR! Operation Hallowed Sabre
"Hello everyone, this is Victor Atreides." a tall, nativeborn Whyatican said, trying to look friendly on camera.

"Today, a Whyatican ambassador travelled to the EVIL headquarters of Afghan Isle," Victor said, "and hand-delivered a declaration of war on rather fine parchment paper to the leading council of the alliance. Early reports indicate that the EVIL councillors killed the ambassador after his announcement, or took him prisoner. A press release from the Imperial Palace said,"

A picture of the Imperial Palace faded into the background while the words of the Emperor's personal pressman appeared, "We cannot allow these injustices commited by the EVIL alliance to stand. If they killed our ambassador for giin them undoubtedly bad news, how can anyone else's ambassador be safe?"

It went back to the Atreides man, and he said, "The Imperial government is issuing a call for 150,000 volunteers for a one-and-a-half year tour of duty, not including training time. Signing bonuses have been increased as well as other incentives to enlist in the Army or Marines in particular. In more international news, the first aid shipments from the Imperial government to No endorse have arrived today, with thousands of anti-chemical and anti-rad medicines, radiation cleaning gear, food, temporary housing, and everything necessary to help the thousands of Endorsians that were displaced by the nuclear attack on their nation. Some three hundred Endorsians have left their nation and come to the Imperial Democracy, where they are being treated as any other citizen, but they are under guard until the crisis in their homeland is done."

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Whyatican Zone of Occupation, Clandonia Prime
The port city of the Whyatican Z-O was a huge area of activity Three out of the active five corps in Clandonia were being transferred back to Caladan Isle for a week of R and R, then redeployment. Such was the life of an Imperial fighting man these days - the crises had been appearing one after the other and the great Imperial war machine was straining to meet the manpower demands. Five divisions were being rotated out of British Londinium, being replaced with fresh troops and the shuffle between the colonies, the Homeland, and the various deployments was raising another Army for the attack. Where the attack would take place was uncertain, although the Imperial government had a pretty good idea..

An encrypted telegram was sent to the leaders of all the nations that had so far declared war: No endorse, Cravan, and Izistan:

Please send a military representative to Whyatica to discuss plans for Operation Hallowed Sabre.

Clandonian Joint Operation Command HQ, Clanon City

SIC:

'Mr President the plan is a go ahead, our forces have now begun preparations for war and we shall remain at DEFCON 2. As I speak now Admiral Wolfitz is leading his fleet Eastwards to the Norwegian to support the Spizanian attempts in the ice sheet. The airforce is also transporting equipment to resupply them, they lost a lot of equipment in some incident involving the Kroandonians.'

'Excuse me I my jet is here now, I must head to Whyatica to join the coalition in discussions for Operation Hallowed Sabre.'

Spoke one air force General by the name of Tetigen who left the room and went to board the Clandonian Air Force 747-400 as it took off into the snowy sky it was escourted with four F-22's.

The President then spoke next, he was also in the air on the way to Kirkland to meet the nuclear weapon personal that were constructing more weapons for the Clandonian military, only hours after he had ordered the destruction of Nova Brittanica.

'Gentlemen I plan to broadcast our declaration of war soon, our people need to know what is going to happen, as I know this war may touch these lands that we live in now. After New Danskeran was hit there is no guarantee that civillians will not be harmed so I want our full ABM systems to be on their highest alert.'

'By your command, I will have all my units to bring our space assets to their maximum level.' spoke the General from the airforce who was head of CPSF, He was in orbit on the space station so the feed was crackly due to the atmoshperic disruption that had been caused globally by the ammount of atomic blasts going off the previous day.

'The air forces strategic bomber force is now running on double patrols to the Northern seas of Nova Europa. To support our naval forces I've instructed Nimrod MR4's and the TU-22M force to be in the area where Wolfitz's fleet is currently at the moment.'

He indicated to the marker on the monitors of the positions of allied units.

'Finally, Commander Lazarus whats the situation in Eurasia?'

Commander Stuart Lazarus was on satellite feed from Kensington Airport the Clandonian HQ.

'Things are preaty quiet hear, we took a few hits on the islands not sure how many civvies copped it. I've instructed our troops to use their NBC gear due the fallout danger, basically similar situation to what its like in some of the more 'hot' parts of Clandonia.'

'Gentleman as always keep me informed I will be joining you back in the capital in 48 hours after I've met the nuclear weapon workers, they need a lot of praise for what they accomplished yesterday.'

The room filled with laughter as they were shown the remains of Nova Brittanica on the screen, now the nation was bellow sea level after Novacom used some sort of laser.

'Hmm we should get one of those, and those giga tonne bombs I'm going to instruct our scientists to begin testing. OK this meeting is done I think, thank you for your time gentlemen.'

The meeting ended with everyone gathering their laptops and paper work, donning their coats and hats to brave the outside temperatures.

'And so Clandonia goes to war again...' Thought one of the Generals as he looked out at the night sky with the blinking lights of aircraft patroling the skys of the capital.

[Excerpted from the thoughts of Kari Alhoun]

.... is it just me or do all of these coalitions, that march to war as though they did it every day, seem to consist of the same people? And we're allied to half of them, too? Shouldn't we be responding or something? Well, whatever, back to my national leader por... HEY! YES, YOU! QUIT READING MY THOUGHTS!

[End excerpt]

OOC - Whyatica check TGs

CIND-ER, Western Province, The Silver Sky

"Sir, Intelligence has intercepted a message from Whyatica, and seeing as they used SL channels for it it was pretty easy to decode." Said a Captain from the Intelligence Division.

"Very well, show me the message, if it's good I'll forward it to Vice President Brock Gangrich," Said General of the Army Lance Jackson "he's recently back in the capital from his visit to the south, I heard he bagged a commie and sent it to the Questerian King as a present."

Joyous laughter could be heard throught the room as the Captain handed over the message.

General Jackson studied the message, "What the fuck does this mean? Did the Whyaticans declare war on someone again?"

"Yes General, didn't you watch the news today? Their ambassador delievered a declaration of war from Whyatica, Cravan, No Endorse and Izistan."

"No I didn't, hopefully the VP did, send him the message." Commanded General Jackson.

"Yes sir!" Chanted the Captain

The Sky House, Skyian Capital Building, Skyian City

"Mr. Vice President, we have a message from CIND-ER, it's a intercepted communication from Whyatica to Izistan, No Endorse, and Cravan telling them to send representatives to Whyatica to discuss this so called 'Operation Hallowed Saber', should we send them a message saying we support their war declaration and that we intercepted their message?" Asked one of the secret service agents of the 45 year old Vice President Gangrich.

"Yes, we'll help them out, get the military mobilized, move Admiral Sutherland's fleet back to the Floating fortress, and mobilize the 12th Theater Force, now let me send a message to President Maddox, she's in Velkya for a party right now, and I need her approval to declare war." he answered as he texted President Maddox.
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VPGrinch: Hi, Why, Izi, Crav, and NE, dclar war on evil
PresDox: Oh, evil is dead
VPGrinch: Yus, shuld we snd hlp?
PresDox: Yus, u cordinat plns, snd msg to Why Gov
PresDox: At party, gtg, ttyl, good luck
VPGrinch: kk, god bless TSS
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"Well, she said yes, so that's taken care of." Said the VP Gangrich as he connected his phone to his laptop wirelessly to save the converstation.

"Go send the deployment orders, have the 1st Naval Armada come to San Garcia to get the 12th Theater Force before forming up with the Whyatican vessels in at the Floating Fortress, now let me send a message to the Whyatican Government." Finished VP Gangrich.

"Yes sir, right away." Said the Secret Service Agent as he exited the room.
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Highly Encrypted Message To Whyatican Government

The Armed Capitalist Republic has notice that you have declared war against the E.V.I.L. alliance. We would like to help our brothers in arms in this righteous crusade against evil nations once again. I have brought the 1st Naval Armada back from Eurasia to help now that it's stable again, and the 12th Theater Force, totaling 1,898,000 troop has been mobilized.

I would like to send Four-Star General Matthew Applebee of the 12th Theater Force to your headquarters to conduct planning, while Armada Admiral Michael Sutherland, Commander of the First Naval Armada, and Admiral of the Navy, will be in contact with you from his flag ship, the S.R.N.S. 'Kraken'.

God Speed and God Bless Us All.

[Signed]
Vice President
Brock Gangrich
The Silver Sky

Clandonian Air Force 747-400

'General Tetigen we will be touching down shortly.'

'Thankyou.'

As the 747-400 slowed down, deploying its flaps and landing gear on the runway as the escourt F-22's flanked it as it touched down on Whyatican soil. After a long 16 hour flight, with refueling support provided by a Clandonian KC-135 the delegation finally arrived for the important talks

'Sir we are now here, your Range Rover is ready to take you to go to meet the Whyaticans.'

'Excellent.' Tetigen was a man of few words, some say he had seen to much violence with leading bombing campaigns. He was only 56 but his hair was completely white, as if to the extent that he had seen a ghost from the days of the bombing in Naasha...

The Three Range Rovers were offloaded from the rear of the aircraft by the aircrafts ramp. The Generals body guards got into the vehicles and saluted him as he got in and drove off to go meet the Whyatican military.

The Rosian Republic grew weary of EVIL. The war in British Londinium, the threats of nuclear destruction by Nova Britannica, Kroando's baiting of the Republic itself. Oh and the name, that cursed name that annoyed every sane person within the Republic. And possibly the world. The Republic couldn't tolerate this. Something had to be done, and quick too.

There were risks, of course.

Super Fun Secret Bunker Ya! ^_^

And so begins the generic meeting of the top Government officials. Now I can't tell you where, due to the Secret part of the whole thing. But it is secret, it is a bunker, and it's fun! Ya! But anywho, things had to be plotted! And what better place hm? The bunker was a nice looking place, there was like a GIANT LCD SCREEN and smaller telescreens all around. And there was like a giant table with chairs, and stuff.

The important folk of the military were there. Nigel Pert was the Minister of Defence, Grand Marshall Bob Saget was the Head of the Army, Wing Commander Luke Skywalker headed the Air Corps, and Combined Grand Admiral Harold Kumar.

Yes we have a military, ignorant fool.

The conversation began with Nigel. "Gentlemen." He started. "It seems that these Coalition folk are invading EVIL. And it seems EVIL tends to become more dangerous, evidence being the nuclear strikes of Nova Britannica. The Rosian Republic never liked this alliance, but we cannot risk being connected to... them. It would destroy the image of a peaceloving nation that the Government worked hard to maintain."

Bob nodded. "Indeed. I would recommend that we make this a small, fast war. Destroy the infrastructure fast. Anywho it seems that EVIL is going to be destroyed by this so called Coalition. But, and I say but, we can get some of the action. I propose we invade their Headquarters, which is apparently an island that is strangely shaped like Aghganistan, or however you spell it."

Harold raised his brow. "That? I've read reports on that place. It should be empty. I mean their forces are apparently defending another country. Our Navy should finish it easily before-"

Nigel Pert cut him off. "Militarily we can obliterate the island, alone if we wanted to. My fear is association with the Coalition. I mean, we want to declare war, the National Assembly decided that. Now it's our job whether we want to do it as part of this group of nations or not. If we do it alone we might spark a bigger war against them. If we do it as part of the Coalition, we may upset our allies outside of this group of nations. Indeed, this is a hard choice."

Luke coughed. "Sir if I may, we don't need to decide now whether we want to or not. We can mobilize for now and then decide whether we want to do this alone or not."

Nigel paused. "... good point." He continued. "Okay. Alert every fleet and tell them to assemble outside the Republic, we'll see which ones we'll be sending. Oh and mobilize the army and air corps too... and stuff."

And so, the entire military of the Rosian Republic was alerted, and stuff.

Presidential Palace, City of Rose

Meanwhile Sergei was sitting in his office, pen in hand, with a paper in front of him. The military was already mobilizing but technically the Declaration of War wasn't signed. Sergei was thinking about it, should he? Should he really waste the resources of the Republic to battle such a tiny alliance? Even though it has a stupid name?

And then, he entered.

Gary Lee Weinrib was the Republic's new Foreign Minister. He was also the country's only Jew. "Sergei, you do realize that either way I'll put a twist to it."

Sergei sighs. "I know Gary, but I don't know what to do."

Gary chuckled. "Indeed, you have enough time... and by that until next week. But seriously, is it worth it? Would this help the Republic in any way?"

Sergei smiled.

Veto.

[SECRET ECRYPTION O' DOOM]
To: Emperor Paulus I
From: Foreign Minister Gary Lee Weinrib

It seems that your allies are mobilizing against EVIL. We won't make a public statement but we wish you luck in this endevour. It seems that the Rosian people do not want this war, or else we would've joined your fight. Other then that good luck, but I don't think you'll need it. By the way if you need help with reconstruction you can always contact the Republic

Of Salesmen!

Gary Lee Weinrib
Minister of Foreign Affairs
The Island of Rose

Well, it would seem the Republic won't be getting involved. But if things went out of control, you'll see us there.

Floating Fortress, Fyre Sea, Haven

Fighters traced lazy fuel efficient contrail circles in the skies above the massive northeastern Floating Fortress, high above the thousands of allied ships docked in its innards. Today was a busy day for the NSAF navies, as a major offensive had been planned and executed by the top brass in the Velkyan, Skyian, and Whyatican militaries in the past days. Sailors and soldiers, numbering in the tens of thousands, scurried along the maze of piers of terminals, boarding the thousands of vessels scheduled to depart in the coming hours. In one of the massive mile long super capital docks, the A.U.N.V. Righteous Fury, an Ascendant Justice class command battleship, prepared to make its leave, firing off its bow maneuvering thrusters and slowly pulling out of its mile and a half long dock. Out on the open sea, several hundred vessels of the 8th Naval Armada had already cleared the harbor, every from vessels as large as Longinus class nuclear command carriers to flotillas of supply ships. Wakes covered the once glassy surface of the ocean as the vessels engaged in an odd sort of dance, maneuvering into formation in anticipation of the flotillas of troop ships currently loading their cargoes of naval infantry.

It was an impressive sight, to say the least.

The eighteen hundred thirty two meter long Righteous Fury pulled out of the harbor, with dozens of amphibious assault ships in tow, carrying ten divisions worth of marines and their equipment. This group joined the main fleet after another hour of maneuvering, and slowly, as one massive convoy, they began to move with the Skyian and Whyatican vessels moving out to the combat zone. Meanwhile, the President onboard Ascendant Justice had been notified, but the actual declaration of war would have to wait a day or two, as he was in the middle of a diplomatic "function". Nothing official yet, but it was more than apparent that the Allied Union was preparing for war.

INS Espada del Imperio
Near Eurasia

The encrypted fax on the bridge hummed wildly as it spat out paper after paper, the ink barely dried. They were taken to Admiral Richards, who read off the confidential communiques with speed. After completing it, he handed it back to an aide, who quickly shredded the documents and threw them overboard.

"Set a course for Carpantha, in Outer Haven. All supercaps and some escorts. We're to link up with a second task force there which is en route for Hallowed Sabre. After we link up there, we can move on to the Floating Fortress and link up with Coalition forces."
"Aye, sir. We should be there within the end of the week at full steam."

As the night wore on, the coastline of Eurasia slowly faded into the darkness, as the First Imperial Task Force left behind a small number of ships to hold Eurasia with Allied forces. Soon she'd be in Outer Haven, and just a while later in Haven itself.

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Floating Fortress
Fyre Sea, Haven

"ATC, this is Imperial Cravanian Air Force flight 114-16A requesting permission to land. We have valuable cargo on board, and we need to drop him off if we're gonna get this little war on the road. Over."

The Cravanian VIP 747 began to move in on a heading to prepare for a landing, a Major General Sir Vincente Martillo Perez sitting patiently in his private quarters in the central area of the plane, finishing some work which he had saved for the flight. An Air Force attendant walked in, leaning through the open doorway.

"We'll be landing shortly, sir."
"Thank you, sergeant.", General Martillo replied, buckling into his seat. "Let's see if this hunk of scrap lands as well as it flies."

Floating Fortress, Fyre Sea, Haven
Grand Admiral Al Jackson and General Donald Dunn watched the Skyian, Velkyan, Endorsian, and Cravanian planes land on the massive landing strip of the Floating Fortress. A marvel of engineering, this man-made island served as a forward base for Sovereign League and allied forces on their way to the latest Glorious War™. As the planes taxiied to a halt, the two Whyatican officers waited as the ir allied counterparts walked up to them and General Dunn said, "Welcome to the Floating Fortress, allies. I am General Donald Dunn, and this is Grand Admiral Al Jackson. Please, follow us to the conference room."

Five Imperial marines, previously in parade rest stance behind their superior officers, dropped out of stance and formed an escort around the officers. Merely a formality -- Northeast Haven was one of the safest regions on Earth, and the Floating Fortress had several thousand naval ships surrounding it, as the naval fleets of Cravan, Velkya, The Silver Sky, and Whyatica were around it, with the smaller escorts refueling and rearming for the next battle. The group went to one of the lifts, which took them down through the decks of the fortress, until it stopped, when the group exited, and they entered Conference Room A. It had no decorations, no adornments which could distract the officers from their conference. It had a simple communications panel to communicate with the bridge and the other areas of the Fortress, a projector and screen, and a round table with multiple chairs.

Simplicity.

Dunn said, "The plan here, gents, is pretty damn simple. We are going to create a unified strategic command structure - Major strategic decisions will be decided here, on the Floating Fortress. Admiral Jackson and I have already compiled a basic strategy for the advance on EVIL Alliance, and we're going to approve it here before we make any moves."

Jackson turned on the projector, which showed five advances - An advance into Kroando, one into New Albor, one into Bartonstein, one into Emperor Nero, and one into Afghan Isle. "These five areas have been targetted for Phase I of Operation Hallowed Sabre - They are some of the most vocal members of EVIL, and in some cases, the most influential. Afghan Isle is the 'capital' so to speak of EVIL, housing it's headquarters and some twenty million slaves. General Dunn and I have drawn up basic orders-of-battle for these operations."

Jackson passed encrypted computer discs to each representative, and put another slide on the projector.

"The proposed plan will have Skyian forces and Velkyan forces assaulting the EVIL HQ. This should be much easier, as their navy is deployed to fight the Doomani Crusade, and their army cannot move anywhere with the little mechanization it has. Bartonstein will be attacked by my nation, as well as the Endorsians, the Cravanians, and the Izistani. A nation called Zukariaa has sent us confirmation that they will be joining the Coalition, and they will go after New Albor. Emperor Nero will be targetted solely by the Clandonians, and need I remind you, General Tetigen, any breach of human rights in your invasion will result in severe penalties for your nation. Kroando is an interesting dilemma, but I believe General Dunn and myself have come up with a simple solution. The nation of Spizania has already declared war and begun an attack on Kroando, and we will let them attack. However, our Sovereign League ally of Willink has also declared war and is deploying a massive force. I do not believe this Coalition will be required to help out the Willinkians in this venture."

General Dunn picked up the figurative torch and said, "There is another dilemma with us - The nation of The People's Freedom has left the EVIL alliance and declared war on it. Possibly the only nation that is a threat to our Coalition, The Burnsian Desert, has given them twenty-four hours to withdraw the threat or face war. I propose that we tell them we are going to supply them, and, to put it short, not. Telling them we are going to back them will encourage them not to back down, and the Burnsian Desert will be forced to declare war. When they have made a significant troop deployment, Velkyan, Skyian, and possibly Tyrandisian units will raid their shipping and cut off supply lanes from T-B-D to T-P-F. If The People's Freedom uses scorched earth strategies, the Burnsian army will starve and we will remove a significant roadblock to the assault."

Admiral Jackson said, "That is it for Phase I. Phase II will be decided after Phase I is going and moving. Any questions?"

Globally Broadcasted Statement from Moscow

"People of the world... it is now that we see the true colors of these so called 'noble nations', the colors of imperial ambition and warmongering hatred. The Imperial Coalition of Kroando has harmed no one, nor assaulted any person. We have condemned those nations that have genocided their people, we have attacked those who would support terror. We have been, by all means, kind to the world."

"However our kindess has not been returned. We are now the targets of nations with but one goal! The complete anihalation of the Kroandanite People. They offered no alternatives. No warnings. No negotations or discussions. They simply wish to spill blood, and to claim the humble lands that the Kroandan People have inhabited since the dawn of man. We seek no conflict. This war was not initiated by our hands... yet we will end it."

"My people, we are being attacked by sheep. People that fight wars on computers and think that combat involves a manicure... people that have not seen the temperatures of our summers in their coldest nightmares. They freeze to death as they set foot upon our shores... and those that survive, shall be cut down by our hands. I swear to you people, the allies of the Mongol Hordes, those who would slay your men, rape your women and skin your children... they will not breach our borders."

-Lord Protector,
Victor Fortinbraz

[If you all are the goody-two-shoes democracies you act like, I cant believe your populaces' support invading a nation without any cause besides, 'They killed the messenger we sent to declare war'.]

OOC: Goody-two-shoes democracies have declared wars for less - and Allanea is g-t-s democracy.

What the fucking fuck is going on?

Are our friends in Sovereign League going to shoot themselves some slavering bastards and Allanea is not part of it? What? Are you implying that we, the Allaneans, will remain outside the titanic struggle against the EVIL alliance – indeeds, the same EVIL that is now trying to poison the world?

Throughout the Online Direct Democracy system, Allaneans push buttons, endorsements chance, pro-war Congressmen increase their clout by the second. Eugene Goldwater, an Alabama Republican, switches from one million endorsements to fifteen million, and his voting power rises exponentially. Leonard Fried, his Democrat opponent, loses seven million endorsements and and equivalent amount of voting pull. The scene repeats itself throughout the Hall of Congress, and, by the time it is time to take a vote, Congress votes for the war by an overwhelming margin.

Here's what we must do! We must aid our friends in Cravan and Whyatica and the Sovereign League and GASN who are out to vanquish this EVIL! We must purge the Kroandan army from the face of the Earth like the vermin they are! We must introduce them to the bomb, and the gun, and the bayonet! Let them learn the hard way that slavery is the least profitable business on Earth!

The Primary Force Projection Fleet leaves a small amount of ships around Eurasia and turns, steaming towards the location coordinated with different Coalition nations. With it comes the USS Tiny The time to kill has come.

We will introduce these fascist retards to the final refinement of their own theory. Fascists espouse the rule of brute force. We will then expose them to brute force unequalled – law of the tank, edict of the rocket, injunction of the cruise missie, and the fina, no-appeal court-ruling of the thermonuclear bomb!

From the decks of the carriers, patrol aircraft take off, checking the waters around the Allanean craft for submarines. In orbit, hundreds of picosattelites examine the surface for the sligtest unnatural rift, any sign of an enemy submarine.

In the deep bowels of the ships, missiles are armed, shell fuses screwn in, bomb sights checked for one last time on aircraft, rifles and bayonets cleaned. Heavy Nakil tanks are examined before the landing that will surely take place, and naval ensigns crawl the bellies of landing craft, checking them for any imperfection.

A muscle is tensing for a mighty blow.

The Yanks are coming.

[Slavery is illegal in Kroando, and the majority of the govt. is democratically elected. The only 'slaves' are convicted felons whom serve out prison sentences. Fascism is definitely something not existant since the revolution... of course you can say that about me, just remember, its just as true as my 'Whyatica eats babies' propoganda. Please do not confuse EVIL and Kroando... very different organizations.

And if goody two shoes democracies continuously go to war for no reason, they are either A. Suppressing their population B. Godmodding their population C. Not actually good-two-shoes democracies at all, but oppressive oligarchies. Your typical run-of-the-mill joe in a democracy will take a few wars... but many costly, long, non-goal oriented wars are frowned upon.]

[OOC: Let me address your second series of points, first off, Allanea is probably closer to a 'propogandistic democracy' there is alot of allanean propoganda. Secondly, most of the nations involved have been at war many times for hundreds of years, and are recently enjoying a period of 'peacefulness' compared to before. [IE: TSS used to constantly be at war with it's neighbors, before conquering them]

And how have we done 'many costly non-goal oriented wars'? The war against clandonia prime was over with no casualties, while the BL war took only a few IC weeks, and still with <10,000 casualties, that's two wars started in a, oh say, umm, 6 month period. And neither were costly or 'non-goal' oriented.

This would be the third war for me, whyatica and velkie in about 8 months, everyone else hasn't been at war for over a year until the BL and this thing.]

(OOC: We're goody two shoes? We dropped 93 gigatons of explosive force on an enemy, and you think we're noble? Honestly, kids these days...)

Outside of Arx Dei Fortress

In the past few months, the Allied Union Defense Force had been bulking up quite substantially. Dozens of Army divisions across Velkya were activated, their troops filing into their bases, mating with their pre-positioned equipment. The entire 8th Armada and 10th Armadas had been activated, a massive flotilla of over twelve hundred warships, linking up with Skyian naval forces holding off Arx Dei, the bastion of NSAF. Though no formal declarations of war had been signed, the President had authorized military action (with Senate support, of course), and the public, though unaware of the exact details of the conflict (for security purposes) was generally supportive of Velkya flexing her imperialistic muscle for the first time in her history. Patriotism was at an all time high, and the Velkyan military and political machine stood to take advantage of this tide.

Deep in planning rooms across Haven, the military campaign codenamed Operation Hallowed Saber was being hammered into being. Velkyan contributions would be some of the most major Velkyan commitments overseas since the Kraven Wars decades ago, and it was clear that the Allied Union was coming out of her period of long time isolation. No where was this more clear than in the bridge of the A.U.N.V. Righteous Fury, capital ship of the Northern Armada and based out of Arx Dei herself. Easily one of the largest vessels in the harbor, only second to the nineteen hundred fifty two meter long S.R.N.S Cthulhu, which flew side by side with the Fury. The two giants, churning the waters behind the and leaving massive wakes, were surrounded by over two thousand escort vessels, which were in turn supported by five hundred support ships ranging from hospital ships to fuel ships. This huge total was even enhanced by nearly one thousand allied troop carriers, carrying an estimated three million allied soldiers.

Together, this truly massive armada of three thousand vessels and untold millions of sailors and soldiers sailed to Afghan island. There would be hell to pay, and these men would be the collectors of the Devil Himself.

But this was not the only force departing Velkya at the moment, unfortunately for the members of EVIL and Arx Dei’s harbor controllers. A much smaller force of two hundred ships comprised of a few carrier and surface action groups, including several dozen SSKs supported by tender ships, were headed on a different course, to Spizanian naval forces off Kroando who seemed to be having trouble with enemy submarines. Even as these two huge naval forces left the safety of northeastern Haven, Arx Die remained a hive of activity, and would undoubtedly remain so for the foreseeable future.

Morakai Air Force Base, Allied Union Federal Territory Of Ohaui

Far from the dark seas around Arx Dei sat the sunny beaches and shady palms of Ohaui, the jewel of the Velkyan empire and world renowned tourist attraction. Her natural volcanic beauty infused the local economy with a goldmine in tourist Zonars, with cruise ships and container ships crossing paths with AUN battleships and carriers on the sky blue waters of her many ports. Ohaui not only held some of the world's most popular and beautiful tourist attractions, but one of the largest air bases in the Allied Union, which was used as a staging area second only to the huge tarmac complexes outside of the cities of Southport and Vladistock on the mainland. Lines of gunship gray cargo planes sat on the sun bleached loading ways of Morakai, intermixed with the old fuel tank or two. Supply trucks paced back and forth, delivering their cargo to loadmasters and cargo lifter operators, who promptly stowed it inside the great bellies of these flying beasts of burden. With the loading of these craft completed in record time, these supply laden aircraft would join with troop transports flying in from Southport Aerodrome, one of the said tarmac mazes. Once prepared for transport, these transports would fly to friendly states near Kroando in preparation of the Coalition's air assault on the vast military of their opponents.

But these sheep would not be without their shepards. In a separate section of the base, the 834th Tactical Fighter Wing, a constituent group of the 51st Air Division, prepared its IF/A-14C Super Wraith air superiority fighters for the journey to Nova Europe. Ground crews loaded the hundred odd aircraft with exterior stealthy conformal drop tanks, designed to provide the jets with extra legs while not impacting their ability to maneuver significantly, increased their chances of survival should the Kroandans attempt an intercept of the area. As the last weapons and fuel hoses were attached to the aircraft, the brilliant yellow Ohauian sun began to dip below the horizon, casting a glow on tarmac. A "Super Ghost", as the crews referred to the IF/A-15C as, was caught particularly well by the setting sun as it was being loaded, and a journalist attached to the base was quick enough to snap a picture of the two war birds.

Perfect for the papers back home, he thought, smiling to himself. He turned around to meet two security soldiers standing their ground behind him, their AR-56 rifles slung on their shoulders.

Ah, shit.

But instead of confiscating his camera as they usually would have done, they smiled and told him to let the mechanics do their work in peace, an order he obeyed without delay. He exchanged a playful salute with them, which was returned with equal enthusiasm, before hoping in his two man jeep to the barracks. Two days later, the soldiers received framed copies of this photo, signed by one Harold Maximier.

http://web.telia.com/~u13206896/images/f15_sunset.jpg

"Thanks for letting everybody back home get an idea of what's going on out there. Best of luck on the battlefield, Harold Maximier, Editor-In-Chief, Oured Times."

Many years from then, perhaps these former soldiers would seat their grandchildren on their laps, and tell them of their experiences in Operation Hallowed Saber while pointing to the framed photo beside a box of medals, as their offspring listened in fascination, their mothers explaining:

Granddaddy was there, and he fought for his country when it needed him most.

But, that was to come. Right now, there was still a battle to be won.

And win it they would.

General Tetigen got up in a gruff voice with a cigar in the corner of his mouth spoke.

'With all due respect, sir, we lost 300,000 civies on the attack at New Danskeran but seeing as we have to lead the upper hand then I will deliver instructions for our forces to try and be humane as possible. Our forces have begun preparations for our attack on Emperor Nero our fleets will be in position quickly and we plan to destroy their navys while they are seperated.'

Sitting back down again.

'Well I'm just glad we are getting these EVIL fuckers.'

Conference Room A, Arx Dei, Fyre Sea
The communications panel at the side of the room beeped, interrupting General Dunn's thoughts. He walked over to the panel, used the biometrics pad to identify himself, and read the message. It indicated that the Allaneans would be joining the Coalition against EVIL, and the Whyatican Admiral currently on duty on the bridge of Arx Dei wished for permission to send current battle plans to the Allaneans. General Dunn punched in the affirmative command, and closed the session on the communications panel. He went back to the table and said, "The Clandonians are making their move on Emperor Nero."

Jackson nodded, and said, "Whyatican forces will be on the move to Bartonstein within the hour. The Endorsians, Izistani, and Cravanians should be leaving around the same time."

Dunn looked intently at the map. "Intelligence has reported that the Leocardians and the Ackistani are assisting nations targetted. You may need to individually tweak your strategies to better fit with this new intelligence."

ooc: As per Whyatica's permission, he said that I can make a post. I'm not sending any troops anywhere for either side, but rather would like to stir the pot in the political realm. As well, the announcement is deliberately left unencrypted, so coalition members can also intercept it.

ooc2: If anyone does decide to take us up on our offer, please telegram me first and then I will make a new thread - unless you specifically wish to do this somewhere else. I do not want to clutter up Whyatica's thread with this added political maneuvering. As well, I can usually be seen on IRC. I will also strive to keep my telegram box fairly free. Thanks.


IC:

To: All the nations belonging to the alliance called EVIL
From: The Vrak Ministry of Rites
Subject: unwanted international attention

The following offer that we about to make to you was made to another nation before, that unwisely did not take it and now is suffering the consequences. Since your alliance is gaining an ill-favoured reputation and is facing possible obliteration or, at the very least, annexation, we ask that you heed our words and carefully consider our proposal.

To avoid this upcoming unpleasantness and in the interests of peace, you must do the following:

1) Submit yourself and other members of the alliance, as well as potential future members, wholly to the supreme authority of the Federated Klatchian Coast.
2) All military assets, except for a nominal amount for defense, will be given to the FKC JDF. The JDF will have the final authority in all manners of military affairs.
3) In matters of economic and foreign policy, the FKC Parliament will have the final say in those matters. In short, you will become junior members of the great Federated Klatchian Coast and, in time, may even reach statehood and have representation in the FKC Parliament. You will adhere to the rights and obligations of the FKC constitution.
4) In return, you will enjoy the benefits associated in being a part of the FKC super state such as vast markets for your goods and services.
5) The state of Vrak will act as a neutral and open negotiater between the aggrieved parties in order to address all concerns brought forth.

Save yourselves from yourselves.

Attached file: Archive: Current events - 287512864851274: Laquasa Isle (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12144650&postcount=20)

[Great Seal of the Vrak Ministry of Rites]

Unofficial Flag of the Federated Klatchian Coast

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v666/KingVrak/Klatchiaflag3_golden_hydra.png

OOC: Vrak, please check your TG's.... sorry for interrupting the thread...

Sieg, capital of Zukariaa

It was a sunny day, like any other. The people moved to and from as they normally would. The people had gotten into a routine suited to the unusual amount of peace that the Zukariaan Empire had enjoyed as of late. Still, there was something obviously different about today. As a citizen walked down the sidewalk, he would notice the huge screen televisions that were setup in certain places around the capital city, and other cities for that matter, showed the face of Kaiser Konrad. He was giving one the first speeches of his reign, and the people expected something good. The High Commander was sitting on a long balcony, along with the entire parliament. When I citizen saw such a line up, they would immidiatly know that there was something more than an announcement of happy times and economic growth in Zukariaa.

The Kaiser was standing at the front of the balcony of the Reichstag. Behind him towered the Wartowers, the massive towers that symbolized the architectural power of the Zukariaan people. They reached above the clouds and out of sight, nearly a mile high. The Kaiser looked down at the group of several thousand people who had come to listen to him speak. Good or bad, they were Zukariaans, and they were prepared to hear whatever words came from the mouth of their Kaiser. He began to speak.

"People of Zukariaa, people of the world, I come here today with terrible news. It is something that cannot be avoided. Today, on behalf of the High Commander, the parliament, and the people of Zukariaa, a state of war has been declared between the Imperial Autocracy of Zukariaa and the EVIL alliance bloc." He took a moment to let the news sink in before continuing.

"The EVIL alliance has provoked war with many noble nations, such as Cravan and No Endorse. They used nuclear weapons, without warning or reason, on several nations, and succeeded in killing many millions of Cravanians. This is unnacceptable. While we have no direct relations with most of the coalition against the EVIL alliance, we cannot standby as an alliance of this sort goes around using nuclear weapons on whatever nation it wants. We stand by the coalition in their war. They can count upon us to help end the EVIL alliance before it can kill anymore people."

The Kaiser left it at that. He gave a light bow and walked away. He was followed by the Corrol and the parliament. The real reasons for the war were not the destruction of several million Cravanians, or the assassination of the Whyatican diplomat(which wasn't mentioned in the speech), but resources and living space. The nations resources were running dry, and space was scarce. Immidiate mobolization took place and a call for volunteers was issued. It was, for now, a mystery where the Empire would hit first.

[I assume there is no internet, media or international acess to the outside world in Zukarria... as anyone can clearly see, 'OH! So Nova Britannica is not/never was in EVIL! Oh my! We have no reason to go to war with them!']

[I assume there is no internet, media or international acess to the outside world in Zukarria... as anyone can clearly see, 'OH! So Nova Britannica is not/never was in EVIL! Oh my! We have no reason to go to war with them!']

OOC-Could you stop bitching, please?

[Could you start reading threads before randomly declaring war, without the least bit of understanding of who you're fighting or for what? I know you have no idea of what is going on, what happened was that one of the people that does TG'd you with a, 'Uh... Kroando wont surrender, so I figure if about ten more people declare war, he will.' So you simply issued that pointless decleration, and that will be it. Nova Britanica is not in EVIL, never was. You say that he was. You sound like an idiot saying that. If you're people have an average IQ of 70, they will realize this. You saying they are immune to reality is like me saying mine are immune to bullets.

If you cant take people questioning you when you dont know what you're talking about, why do you post like that? Whatever, I dont want to turn this into an OOC bitchwar...]

(OOC: Zuk, stop being a dick.

Kroando, listen up. We roleplay our nations however we want to. If you can't accept that, then it's high time you found a different game. If you wish to roleplay an ecologically impossible thirty meters of ice around your northern coast, that's fine, but keep in mind turning around and telling Zukariaa his people should automatically rebel against his government yells hypocrite quite loudly.)

[Could you start reading threads before randomly declaring war, without the least bit of understanding of who you're fighting or for what? I know you have no idea of what is going on, what happened was that one of the people that does TG'd you with a, 'Uh... Kroando wont surrender, so I figure if about ten more people declare war, he will.' So you simply issued that pointless decleration, and that will be it. Nova Britanica is not in EVIL, never was. You say that he was. You sound like an idiot saying that. If you're people have an average IQ of 70, they will realize this. You saying they are immune to reality is like me saying mine are immune to bullets.

If you cant take people questioning you when you dont know what you're talking about, why do you post like that? Whatever, I dont want to turn this into an OOC bitchwar...]

OOC-Actually, every member of the coalition is on IRC for hours discussing this war, me included. I know exactly what is going on. ;)

[Ecologically Immpossible (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Antartica#Geology) I dont care how you run your nations, but when you start saying things obviously contrary to reality without saying you're doing it on purpose, I dont know what the hell is going on.]

(OOC: I wonder if you neglected to realise that Antarctica was a polar region, not the northern coast of Russia.)

[And as we all know Russia is no where near the North Pole. The climate, including the ice shelf is extremely similar. Now seeing as most NS RP'ers dont even use RL landmasses, you're going to have a hard time condemning me for using Russia's RL climate, albeit a few degrees colder. Now if you require more evidence that there is a North Pole fine, ill find it, but if your done, this constant nonsense is getting old.]

OOC: What's your point? People have been roleplaying democracies that have their population vaguely in love with their governments no matter what they do since the beginning... you trying to say that should change on account of you? Fact is, truly roleplaying a democratic nation is 'difficult' for most writers... the fact that you are one person writing each and every post makes you a sort of dictator on those terms alone.

In the meantime, I fail to see what makes you so special. If you can't deal with what's happening IC, then just say. Otherwise, quit the moaning and get on with it.

The sun was setting in the west over the Chlora Gulf, the light reflecting off the water at exactly the right angle so it wouldn't blind you. People were busy in Victory Square, there was an open air market going along and it smelt of freshly baked cookies and cakes, one of the shops at the market was a bakery. In the middle of the square was a large statue, made of copper. It didn't look copper, it was more of a green color. The statue was an old one, erected in the 1700s to the honor of Yared Kohan, founder of Jaredcohenia. It was once beautiful metallic pinkish red, but time faded it. He was on a horse, a scene from when he lead his men into battle to kill the Czar at the Winter Palace. Behind him was the Tyraningrad.

"The Zukariaans declared war on E.V.I.L., it seems." Admiral Popinski was reading his newspaper, his feet on the table in front of him. "What are we going to do?"

Ivan Cohen was pouring himself some vodka, the staple of the Jaredcohenian diet. "Declare war on them too? I remember getting some kind of telegram from Connie that we need to honor our undying friendship."

"He really needs to get laid." Mikhail said, downing a glass. "We'll declare war I guess. What's the worst that can happen, nuclear holocaust?"

"Sir, that is the worst thing that can happen." Foreign Minister Clay said, "We'll send out a memo saying that we're declaring war and we'll just follow the Zukariaans."

"Okay."

To:World

The E.V.I.L. Alliance Block is a bunch of losers, and they're all idiots at war. Jaredcohenia hereby declares war on them and we will bring them down. May the Tripartite prevail!

~Premier Mikhail Cohen

OOC: Is there any invading actually scheduled to go on in this thread, or just declarations of war?

OOC: Just declarations of war, I believe. Although if the OP would be willing, it would also be a handy thread to keep track of who's whom.

IC: The Holy Confederacy of New Aeson recognizes the righteousness of the Coalition's declaration of war, and therefore will support it. At this point, however, due to complications at home and abroad, we will limit our support to logistics.

(OOC: Right. The northern coast of Russia is far from frozen over year round, and when it is frozen, the ice doesn't get anywhere near thirty meters deep. Unless, of course, you're role-playng an ice age in Kroando, which would destroy anything close to mass agriculture, warfare, and industrialization.)

completely fictional. Now if you want to continue bitching, saying that is immpossible for ice to freeze thirty meters thick, I dont care. Fact is, it is possible, its called a friggin glacier. You are contributing nothing to the RP but constant complaints, which is frankly, getting old. You obviously have not read my fact book, yet you post as if you knew every detail about my nation. There is no agriculture in Kroando, all food is either synthetic or imported, yet you post as if I had not written that. Im not arguing with you anymore, if thats all you're capable of contributing to RP's mabey you should find another game.]

OOC:
I read Kroando's factbook, very detail and well worth reading.
It is also convienently placed in his sig, so there is no excuse for not looking at it.

Though Koando should cut down on the OOC insults.

Mind if I try invading the north-west coast?
Always wanted to try some ideas in a more winter-esque landscape.

I could list a few reasons for getting involved:
Nuking of Cravan, GASN leader/member, someon's nuke invaded, so I plan on counter-invading to return the favor.
TPF launching nukes (still no reply from him on that regard)

But ICly I have no idea a war is being waged (since it isn't official in GASN and because 'conflicts' happen all the time), all I seem to have noticed is a number of satallites are getting blown up and 2 nuclear incedents in nations that I heavily monitor...

*Must remind myself to post details until it hurts, and then a page longer, just to keep up with Kroando*

ICly, I could land myself on either end of the conflict, depending on who tells their POV best, since my history with the GASN is considered by some as 'doubtful'.

[I do have problems with getting rather offensive, please, ignore any insults I may post. I do not mean them, and will usually go back through my posts to take them out. Dont take any OOC insults with any weight, it's just hot air.

If by north west coast you mean where Spizania is invading, by all means, go ahead. The ice shelf extends out quite a bit (200km), and it is a tad bit cold, so landing is quite difficult. If you mean along my Baltic coast, again, go for it. You could join 'Operation Blue Slug' if you'd like, probably help from getting mixed up in assaults.

You're reasoning, it really doesn't matter to me. None of the nations attacking me have any real reason to do so, but again, I dont run them. I cannot stand a nation that will not respond due to their displeasure with your reason for attacking, so for all I care, say you hate snow, and use that as a cause.

As to details, I only ask you detail areas that are crucial to the RP. Putting yourself in a position to shoot down satellites is just as important as putting yourself in a position to flank an enemy tank division. Logistics and other such menial details are not necessary, but relatively difficult, long tasks... at least say that they are being undertaken. IE, 'We are building a trench and laying mines'. Makes it easier for me, so I dont attack an unfortified enemy and suddenly im walking through a mine field.

I dont think TPF actually launched nukes, but I may have misread the post. And on satellites... not doing that anymore.]