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A small group in eastern New United Nations named The Dictators Army is starting to gain supporters throughout the nation and overthrow the government. They want to change the nation to a dictatorship that belives in supporting big bussiness' and giving a lot of money to the military. The current government belives in democracy and giving more rights to the people. Both parties are looking to other nations to support them as a civil war is about to start.

OOC:I was thinking I would just be the current president of New United Nations and I would try to stop the rebellion. Someone else could be the leader in The Dictators Army. Everyone else could either be a general in one of the two armies or something like that or be your own nation supporting one of them.

News Report: I am standing in Applegate Square right outside our nations capital building. We have just recieved information that The Dictators Army has taken over several smaller cities on our eastern border. President Zyambarg says that they aren't much of a threat and they will be defeated soon.*Sound of explosion*Oh my god!*Gunfire*Somethings happening. I think we The Dictator's Army is invading the capital. We've got to get ou-*Screen turns to static*.

I will be the Dictator's Army...

OK Maldorians you can be the Dictator's Army.

Before I start posting, do you have any information about the Army like the number of soldiers, types of vehicles?

I was thinking they could have about 30,000 people in the army. They would have some older tanks and planes but not a lot of them right now. They are always gaining new supporters and stealing newer vehicles from us and taking over factories to build newer weapons and vehicles. So they would start out sort of small but eventually could become big.

Initially, they will have Steyr AUG, Sturmgewehr 44's, and FAMAS for their Assault Rifles.

For their tanks, they will have T-34's and Centurion Tanks.

As artillery goes, they will have 1 artillery; the 7.5 cm PaK 40.


How do you think this sounds. These weapons were in WWII and Cold War...*Outdated*



Do you have a map of your nation?

I think that sounds good and I am working on a map of my nation.

Once you get the map up, then I can "strategically" attack positions...

Speaking OOC: I wouldn't mind getting involved on the side of the current government. Is New United Nations landlocked, or do you have a coast somewhere?

OOC: The western part of our nation is a coast.

I'd be willing to provide a relatively small force from our Defensive Operations for the Current Government.

Just for reference, what are the current government using for Armed Forces, inc. approx numbers. From there, I'll see what we can spare.

We have an army of about 125,000 people and a national guard of around 25,000. We don't have that big of an army because we are usually a peaceful nation we don't get involved in big wars.

Okay, in which case, we'll send a force of 5,000 men over. This will include 250 Special Forces, and approximately 500-600 Engineers, specialised in Defence Operations. We shall include our own transport, transported by our Judge class Assault Carriers.

We shall, at your discretion, provide our Flagship Fleet Carrier, the BMS Venture, to allow us to cater to air support over the main coastal port.

We shall also require:

A list of possible landing zones/ports
A brief description of your nations terrain (e.g. desert, rocky, etc.)
A list of cities that you particularly wish to be held.

OOC: Damn, Pan-Arab Barronia, 5000 men and a carrier is relatively small? I hate to nitpick, but that does seem pretty high. Still, it makes sense if they're a small proportion of a very large total army. Is that the case?

If you don't mind, New United Nations, I may switch over my allegiance to the rebels. If you had Pan-Arab Barronia plus myself, the Dictator would need a very strong third party to make this interesting.

Welcome to the group Mahria....

I have an idea...How about I rp the rebels and Mahria supports the rebels

OR

We both RP the rebels....

OOC: Damn, Pan-Arab Barronia, 5000 men and a carrier is relatively small? I hate to nitpick, but that does seem pretty high. Still, it makes sense if they're a small proportion of a very large total army. Is that the case?

We're a highly militarized nation - ~6 billion (last check) population, with a standard 4% population in the Armed Forces, including those doing National Service. It's needed in our region (we're prone to fighting, ha ha)

That's liable to change, we've got an occasion needing large numbers of men, so the number may reduce by as much as half (and unfortunately, probably will).

And it wouldn't be just a carrier. It's our flagship, so it'd have it's battlegroup accompanying.

The Dictator's Army

30,000 men

Assault Rifles
Steyr AUG
Sturmgewehr 44
FAMAS

Bazooka
Panzerschreck
M72 LAW

Tanks
700 T-34 Tanks
280 Centurion Tanks

Artillery
800 7.5 cm PaK 40

APC
340 M113 Armored Personnel Carrier's
60 BTR-40's


There we go...That is The Dictator's army...Do they have helicopters, aircraft and/or boats?

...tanks and planes but not a lot of them right now...

Yes indeed they do.

I'm working on PAB's contribution as we speak...I'm a little less...adept, shall we say, than Maldorians, who, from what I can tell, has been doing it for a while (seen him in a fair few RP's)

Yes indeed they do.

I'm working on PAB's contribution as we speak...I'm a little less...adept, shall we say, than Maldorians, who, from what I can tell, has been doing it for a while (seen him in a fair few RP's)

Lol thanks. If you need help on organizing anything, just ask...;)

I have consulted with my advisors and we have come up with the information you need. A breif overview of our terrain is we have mostly grasslands, to the southeast we have a small desert with a lot of oil ,to the northeast we have a small mountain range and we also have small forests scattered throughout our nation.

We have come up with a list of three possible landing zones they are:
1. Segville
2. Port Highland
3. Rynbore

We have come up with five cities that are strategically important:
1. Applegate-our capital
2. Dresdale-major producer of our military weapons and vehicles
3. Gantua-major producer of oil
4. Farlorn-army headquarters located here
5. Hesbin-biggest city in our country

Welcome to the group Mahria....

I have an idea...How about I rp the rebels and Mahria supports the rebels

OR

We both RP the rebels....

I like the idea of having two distinct entities. Gives us a chance for a better story if you RP them seperately, I think. Feel free to be a disobedient ally and a nuisance to me, makes it more interesting.

For support: I can't really offer tanks and vehicles-I've got a navy based intervention in mind. The coast is in the west, and you start in the east. Still, I can airlift in some newer weapons, and (possibly) a small infantry group.

I like the idea of having two distinct entities. Gives us a chance for a better story if you RP them seperately, I think. Feel free to be a disobedient ally and a nuisance to me, makes it more interesting.

For support: I can't really offer tanks and vehicles-I've got a navy based intervention in mind. The coast is in the west, and you start in the east. Still, I can airlift in some newer weapons, and (possibly) a small infantry group.


Ok, here is what we have so far...


The Dictator's Army
Maldorians
Ally of The Dictator's Army
Mahria
New United Nations
United Nations
Ally of New United Nations
Pan-Arab Barronia

TO: All Nations
From: Tom Hawthorn, New United Nations Secretary of Defence

Please join our cause and help us keep democracy in the world. You know you don't want a corrupt evil dictatorship in the world. Join us and help us crush this rebellion.

Signed,
Tom Hawthorn
Secretary of Defence

General Reive, Ex-SWAT agent of New United Nations, stepped out of the shadows into the Ops Center. As he walked towards a technical officer, the soldier made an abrupt salute.

"General Reive, commander, sir!"

"How goes the revolution?"

"Excellent sir! We are gaining new volunteers as we speak."

"Good, you are dismissed."

Reive then proceeded to the Weapons Officer. Reive found that on a recent shipment, they received new PaK artilleries.

Reive stepped into his chamber and rubbed his temples. He then took out a map of New United Nations and sprawled it out on the ivory desk. He made a red mark on his first target...Hesbin...

"Mr. President, sir."

"Yes, what is it general?"

"I think I know where the rebels are going to attack."

"Where?"

"I think they are going to attack Dresdale for the factories. I think we should take some troops away from other cities and put them in Dresdale."

"OK but if you are wrong things could turn out bad. You are dismissed."

TO: All Nations
From: Tom Hawthorn, New United Nations Secretary of Defence

Please join our cause and help us keep democracy in the world. You know you don't want a corrupt evil dictatorship in the world. Join us and help us crush this rebellion.

Signed,
Tom Hawthorn
Secretary of Defence

The Shakal Empire is willing to send an entire Mechanized Infantry division and all related equipment to assist the democratic government. We may be a Dictatorship, but the people of our country believ ein this so we remain.

First Lieutenanant Dwanye Wright and his fellow BDU-clad troopers stealthily took up positions outside of Hesbin. Dwanye checked the ammo on his old, rusty AK-47 and rubbed the butt of it.

"Cadet! You got the C4? If you got it, then bring it here," whispered the soft voice of Dwanye Wright.

"Right away sir. I have the whole supply of it. What will you need it for anyways?" asked the young Officer Cadet.

"O that is none of your business, noob." was the response.

Dwanye, along with the rest of his small group, hid their weapons until they would need them and trudged towards, Hesbin, the target of their objective...

The Shakal Empire is willing to send an entire Mechanized Infantry division and all related equipment to assist the democratic government. We may be a Dictatorship, but the people of our country believ ein this so we remain.

Thank you we will gladly accept them. Please send them as fast as possible because we do not know when or where these rebels might strike.

15 miles off the coast at Port Highland, the battlegroup was abuzz with activity.

"Commander, the hovercraft are prepped."
"Excellent. Get in touch with the Admiral, is he ready with the escorts? Mahria is known to be almost as sea-going as we are, so we must keep defenses readied."
"I'll get on it right away Commander."
"Good. Dismissed!"

15 minutes later, aircraft were streaming off the Venture. As the hovercrafts below headed toward shore, helicopters were checking for submarines. The Admiral was making sure nothing happened to these troops.

When the soldiers reached the shore, they could see men from New United Nation's Army waiting for them. These men were not battlehardened, they could see that. These men were scared, fearful of what might happen to their nation. That would have to change.

Brigadier-General Ashan stepped aboard land, slightly sea-sick but ready to get to work..."well, gentlemen, who do I speak to about getting something done here?"

The nine-man sapper squad left the safety of the woods and traveled deep into the heart of Hesbin. Donning ordinary work clothes, this group blended in with the rest of the local commuters.

The group scanned the buildings quickly as they looked for the building of interest....



OOC: The New United Nations, what is an important building in Hesbin.

OOC: The New United Nations Stock Exchange is located in Hesbin. That would probably be the most important building in the city because that keeps our economy from collapsing.

Dwanye Wright looked up from the pavement, and found, to his suprisement, the New United Nations stock exchange. Charlie, a small tired fellow, also saw the building...

"Dwanye! It's was we are looking for. I can't wait to-" he was cut short by a fist in his stomach. Charlie fell on the sidewalk gasping for breath.

"Listen, Charlie. We are supposed to keep a low-profile. Don't let anyone know what we are doing!"

Pan-Arab Barronia and the Mahrian government had long found themselves in a difficult situation. Both were large, militarized, and exercised hegemony over a large sphere of influence. The two had been brushing up against each other for some time. It was as if there were two very large men in one very small room-eventually, someone will tire of being cramped and accommodating.

P.A.B. had deployed with surprising speed. Alarmed, the Mahrian cabinet had approved deployment for a full naval war-a proxy war was preferable to fighting around either of the two homelands. Gutting the Barronian fleet would secure Mahrias hegemony well enough. That was the real target of the intervention-particularly the Venture.

The initial deployment was impressive. Few in Mahria believed the justification of "supporting self-determination in the New United Nations." Three fully stocked carriers wasn't a force to free a small country-it was a force to level one. Peace activists were less active than normal, though-the country as a whole was tired of Barronia.

The carriers, Two-Crossing-Rivers, Hammer, and Tellec, were well escorted. Each had a pair of submarines prowling underneath, abundant small craft (landing ships as well as patrollers), and three Lookout-class destroyers. Eight mid-sized supply ships were thoroughly protected in the centre of the formation-Mahria was ready for a long naval war, as well as a support role in the land battle.

"Sir! Sir! The Mahrians have deployed what appears to be at least a battlegroup. We count what could be three carriers, plus supporting escorts!"

"What!?! Why wasn't I informed earlier! Get me on the secure link to General Strom!"


5 minutes later...

"Yes, sir, we need the Indian Sea Battlegroup. And the Adriatic Battlegroup. Yes sir, this is serious. We're outnumbered, outgunned...we need those reinforcements. Sir, I appreciate that, but this is needed now! Yes, sir. Thankyou sir."

The Adriatic and Indian Sea battlegroups would soon be arrive in 2 days to support the Venture and her escorts. Each containing 2 Armada Class Carriers, 3 Warlord Class Battleships, 10 Clipper Class Patrol Craft, 10 Vizier Class Support Ships, 5 Minister Class AA Frigates, Knight Class SSN Submarines, plus many others, these were forces to be reckoned with.

The Mahrians had never been met in conflict, and considering that the Venture was involved, it was preferable for that not to happen.

As the Mahrian Fleet closed, all Aircraft were withdrawn, fuelled, and armed for what would surely be a phenomenal naval battle.

OOC: If you need info on my ships, I have created a PDF document, that's hidden somewhere...ah, here it is: Download PABNS.pdf (http://putstuff.putfile.com/61909/26218)

OOC: perfect. Much appreciated.

The Barronian scout ship had barely been seen. If the pilot had been a little more careful relaying his sighting back home, the Mahrian fleet might have missed it entirely.

As it was, a sharp communications officer had picked up the transmission, recognized it as non-Mahrian, and alerted his superiors. After frantic decryption work, the Mahrian admiral was unsurprised.

"Well," he grumbled to his assembled officers, "I suppose we can't expect the element of surprise. We know more or less where the Venture is, and I'd imagine they're scrambling to get ready. We should close fully with them by around 16:00 tomorrow. You all know what to have done by then. I'd also estimate that we can harass them a bit with longer range planes by about 02:00 tomorow. Send a few off the Tellec and get me details on who they have supporting Venture. Dismissed."

"Mr. President sir. I have news about Pan-Arab Barronia and Mahria."

"Well what is it?"

"It seems they have encountered each other out in the sea. I think a very large battle may be coming up."

"Can we send our navy to go help?"

"We wouldn't make much of a difference our navy is to small."

"OK you are dismissed."

TO: Pan-Arab Barronia
FROM: New United Nations

We have heard about you and Mahria. We will give you whatever you need so you can win just ask. I would send our navy to help but we would be defeated quickly. Our navy has very few members. We have one aircraft carrier and six cruisers. If you wish to use them you can. They are not the best ships but they might help. We will also have mechanics waiting at all of our ports if a ship gets damaged and needs repaired.

To: New United Nations
From: The BMS Venture, Red Sea Battlegroup, 5 miles off the coast

"Your offer will most certainly be taken up. This battlegroup will provide the air support your nation needs, so the carrier cannot be lost! We thank you most heartily for what you can provide, and await it's arrival urgently."

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The Clipper class patrol craft had picked up the surveillance aircraft, and relayed co-ordinates to the Venture. This merely confirmed the direction from which the Mahrians would be attacking, and the three Warlords class battleships (the Divensis, the Parthenon, and the Evorense) moved into position (OOC: read up on the class in my book) to protect the Venture and her valuable supply ships.

Down below, sailors were inputting details into the computer-controlled targeting systems for the battleships' guns - expected range, primary targets, firing codes, type of armament - this was a relatively new system and had only been tested in a firing range. At a 26-mile range, it could pick out ship sillouettes, make an estimation, prioritise, and fire at a target - much like the targeting system on the Apache Longbow. But on a ship-sized scale.

On board the Judge class ship, the Via, the helicopters were being prepped. These anti-submarine helicopters were older than average, Barronia's strength being seaborne, rather than air. This, however, meant that Mahria was going to have one heck of a fight on its hands.

"Sir we just got word back. They want our naval support."

"Good prepare the ships immediately. Make sure they know if Pan-Arab Barronia gives them in order to follow it."

"Yes sir. I'll go give the order now."

Greetings from the esteemed Emporer Ozwald of The Sith Clan. We pledge our alliegience to the Dictator and are ready to attack from the North a a large millitary force numbering 6, 785 to be exact. We have more troops waiting should they be needed.

We would like to inform The Dictator that all the troops we are sending to aid his cause are battle hardened in The Sith Clan Civil war of two years ago, in which a small group of democratically minded fools, The Sith Liberation Front, tried to take over. We stomped them flat.

We request knowledge of the location of the Headquarters of this Revolution, and on what we can expect in return for our aiding you. We don't expect much but a morsal of land and an Alliance after all this is through would suffice. Though it's compleatly up to you. We intend to help to crush democracy no matter what!

ooc: Hey this is my first but can I join?
And is there a specific time period I have to follow?
My proposed force is:
3 infantry teams (10 men. 8 L-86s, 1 SVD, 1 MP5 and LAW)
3 Ch-47 Chinnoks

If anything is too advanced I will change it.

Also, what is the capital's name?

ic:
The president had recieved word of the trouble the New United Nations was facing.
"Send an a small task force in to anylize the situation then if they need it call in for the airborne forces." A general advised.
The president nodded and the word was sent.

New United Nations,
The Principality of Silvado will send in a small task force to help, if the situation grows worse will will gladly send more aid.

President Montego

"Sir a large force from The Sith Clan is nearing our northern border."

"How large?"

"We estimated around 6,500 to 7,000."

"Send up some mechanized infantry divisions."

"How many men should we send?"

"Send 10,000. Do not let them get to far in the border. Stop them immediately."

"Yes sir our troops should arrive at our northern border late tonight."

ooc: the capital I believe is Applegate. I'm pretty sure... read back a few post to find it.

ooc: oooh my battle may end before it begins! Are there any mountains/deserts/ other rough terrain in the North?

ooc: Yes the capital is Applegate. That is not too advanced it's fine.

ic: To: Silvado

We will gladly accept your aid. We appreciate any help you can give. Thank you very much.

ooc: To the northeast there are mountains the rest is just grasslands.

"Commander Singleton Sir! News from our scouts to the south. They have a spotted a large force of about 9,000 headed our way." said the frantic radio operator.

"Fine. Thanks for the message. General Carth step into my tent we need to talk"

"Yes sir what is it?"

"Are there any mountains or deserts or forest we can take shelter in?"

"Not that i know of sir"

"well unless we find a natural shelter move to intercept the enemy Head on."

"of course sir"

"Ok that will be all go about your duties!"

"Good day sir"

"Oh one more thing General. I don't want you anywhere near the Front lines. Got it? Your the best darn woman this Army has got!"

"Yes sir"

With in 17 hours the three chinooks had reached Applegate.
They landed at the local airport there. The Captain of the teams stepped off and oragnized the group as one chinnok pilot radioed in for possible locations to put the team.

"This is the 57th Airborne, 7th special ops platoon to any local military elements in Applegate. We request somplace to use as a barracks, a map, and a possible sit-rep."

" Sir is a Mountain range to the east of our forces"

The delighted commander replies: "Very well we shall move out Immeadietly. When we get there we are to hide untill we are found or The New United Nations Force is gone. If they find us the Mountain should provide protection from there gunfire. And we will be more elevated than they are. We will use this find to our advantage!"

"Commander sir. We just got orders to fire some warning shots with our tanks to scare them a little."

"Don't follow the order."

"Why not?"

"Don't question my orders. Just follow them. I have a plan."

"Yes sir."

"I have a private message I want to send to whoever is on charge over there."

PRIVATE MESSAGE
TO: Commander of The Sith Clan's army
FROM: General Thompson

I hate the democracy peace loving fools I am supposed to be taking order from. Me and about 1,500 of the men here want to join The Dictator's Army and now we see our opportunity. We are still trying to work out a plan but we request you don't attack until we have worked one out. If you have any ideas please send me a message back.

May Kansiov Republic Join in? i wanna be against the rebels:)

TO: 57th Airborne, 7th special ops platoon
FROM: Applegate military

You can use our old capital building as a barracks. It already has rooms and an armory. Our sit-rep is that in the sea to the west Mahria and Pan-Arab Barronia are preparing for a large scale naval battle. To the north we are being invaded by The Sith Clan but we believe we can defeat them quickly. We think The Dictators Army is going to attack Dresdale a major producer of our military weapons and vehicles but we do not know for sure.

ooc: sure Kansiov you can join in.

To: Applegate Military
From: 57th Airborne, 7th special ops Platoon

Thank you. We will send one team to Dresdale for defense. The other two will be ready to move out as the battle in the north progresses, if there are mountain passes we can collapse them, if you have C4 and a spare demo expert.
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Charlie team moved to Dresdale via chinnok and prepared a defensive position on a roof of a building.

November and Zulu teams checked the old Capital Building then set up a few defensive positions around it. Then waited for the news from the fronts.

"Our neighbours need help, therefore we will be sending a task force of 23,000 Miltary Units over to fight these Rebels!", said the President of Kansiov Republic.

Commanders in charge:
Genreal Borogov-Supreme Commander
Col. Vutin-3rd Paratrooper division
Col. Viskenkya-7th Tank Battlion
Col. Pavlov-1st Tank Battlion
Cpt.- Yuri Slavi-2nd Kansiov Guards
Air Gen-Kavski Blogbenski

Tanks:

36 T-90 Tanks
67 T-80 Tanks
156 T-72 Tanks

Air Force:
78 Mig 29s
14 Tu-36 Bombers

This will be the units sent by Kansiov u may use them as u which ;)
Kansiov Guards are the eilte :p

Kurzhivsk is willing to partizipate on the side of New United Nations, IF N.U.N. is willing to assist us against Solyhniya. Declare war on them via telegram, let them prepare for war against you, while we attack them strategically and take the nation, leaving their army bewildered and useless. You lose barely any troops and gain support for your war, and we destroy Solyhniya. Please telegram me.

TO: Kansiov
FROM: New United Nations

We have areas set up for your troops in our capital Applegate. We think they should gather there and then we will decide where we need them. We are awaiting the arrival of your troops.

General Strom had been watching the following activities with concern. The 2500 Defence Troops they had sent were being vastly outnumbered, and it wouldn't be much of a fight.

To: New United Nations
From: General Strom

"Due to the recent activities, we are planning to mobilise a further 5000 troops - Pan-Arab Barronia's Assault Teams.

They'll be equipped with SPArtillery, and will be specialised in urban warfare - any towns taken by the enemy will be recaptured.

They should be with you within the week."

OOC: I would love to join in, but I'd like to know the reasons for fighting. Dajima is a moralistic democracy... think Roman Republic before Julius Ceasar. So the side with the moral high ground would gain Dajima's support.

IC:

"Senator Harravium, have you heard about the news from distant New UN," inquired Senator Jospeh Axtur

"Yes, I have my good friend," came the reply.

"Which side should the Republic side with?" Senator Axtur asked.

"It is unsure. Consul Verimus has cobbled together a committee to ponder on this question," Senator Harravium enlightened his colleague.

"And as with all politics these days the good Consul has decided that equal representation must come from the Conservatives, the Populists and the Moderates. What an indecisive man," Senator Marcus Laccorius chimed in, uninvited.

---

To the People, Government and Rebels of New United Nations.

Dear Friends and fellow Republicans,

Your brothers and sisters here in the Republic of Dajima have heard of your recent disagreements. Despite the fighting that has been ongoing, we wish to broker a peace between kinsmen. Blood should not slaughter blood, and aggression should be turned outwards to immoral enemies.

We stand ready to aid you in the establishment of peace. We hope we need not create peace through arms, but if neccessary the freemen of Dajima will shed blood for the restoration of peace, the reestablishment of justice and victory of the righteous.

Go with peace,

Consul Edward Verimus and Consul Timothy Septimus

TO: General Strom

We will be waiting for your troops. We are glad you decided to send more troops. We are also glad you have such a determination to win because our people are starting to get scared that we will lose.

"It was essentially just a little local difficulty," Admiral of the Fleet Frank Sutcliff, the current Chief of the Defence Staff was saying "until Pan-Arab Barronia and a number of other nations jumped in. It could turn into something much bigger now."

The gathered War Cabinet listened intently, and then the Prime Minister, John Simms, spoke.

"So what do you recommend we do, if anything, Admiral?" He asked.

"Well, Prime Minister, getting directly involved at this stage would be foolish," The Admiral responded "but indirect involvement would be advisable. It would be a great shame to see a fledgling democracy fall to tyranny so soon, and both myself and the other military chiefs believe this would be a perfect opportunity to test out some of our capabilities. For the time being we should limit ourselves to providing intelligence and supplies - weapons, ammunition, medicine, fuel and so forth - to the New United Nations government. This support could eventually be stepped up to military advisers and special forces units if the War Cabinet so wishes."

The Prime Minister glanced around his colleagues gathered around the table in the Cabinet Room. "Are we agreed on that? Indirect involvement for the moment?"

The members of the War Cabinet signalled their agreement.

"I must suggest, however, that we prepare for the worst. A full military task force should be placed on 48 hour standby if it gets out of control." The Secretary of State for Defence, James Wilson, suggested. Another murmur of agreement rippled through the room.

The Admiral moved over to a map of the New United Nations and the surrounding area. He moved his finger over the coast of the NUN.

"Pan-Arab Barronia and Mahria are facing off in the area off this coast of the New United Nations." he said, running his finger up and down a small strip of the coastline on the map. "We will be carefully monitoring their actions via satellite, but this battle means it will be difficult to supply the New United Nations via sea. Our plan is to use civilian transport planes setting off from commercial airports in Farrfin for medical and humanitarian aid which will undoubtedly be needed if the battle hots up. Military supplies such as ammunition and weapons will be sent via the New United Nation's land borders using third parties so it'll be harder to directly implicate us, and intel reports will be sent via secure communications channels. I will be preparing a number of special forces teams from Alpha Division to depart for the region within twenty four hours should they be required."


---Public Broadcast---
In the unfolding situation in and around the New United Nations, the government of the Republic of Farrfin urges all sides to reflect on their actions and seek a peaceful settlement to the current dispute. Farrfin has expressed its willingness to host a peace conference provided all sides agree to attend. Until such a time has passed, the Republic of Farrfin will be sending civilian planes carrying medical and other humanitarian supplies which will be provided to the citizens of the New United Nations. Once again, we urge restraint on both sides, especially regarding civilian casualties.

---Private Encrypted Transmission---
To: New United Nations government
From: The Republic of Farrfin

The Republic of Farrfin is most distressed to see the attempt to usurp your fledgling democracy and wishes to aid you in your plight. As such, we have decided to provide you with weaponry, ammunition, medical and other supplies as well as intelligence reports which may aid you in your battle against the rebels. In addition, Farrfin will provide humanitarian aid to civilians in order to minimise the number of injuries and deaths.

Who the hell are:

The Sith Clan
Kurzhivsk
Kansiov
Silvado
Kansiov


The New United Nations...Wha the hell...I am not rping with a crapload of people...OK? It's either you take some out, or regulate the number of troops sent or I am out...

This is the list!!!


The Dictator's Army
Maldorians
Ally of The Dictator's Army
Mahria
New United Nations
United Nations
Ally of New United Nations
Pan-Arab Barronia

OOC: Those people aren't sending in that many troops. They are only helping a little besides The Sith Clan they are doing a lot. Do you still have a problem with it Maldorians?

IC:
Private Message
TO: The Republic of Farrfin
FROM: New United Nations government

Thank you for your support. We will put the supplies to good use and I hope we can defeat the rebels soon.

OOC: Those people aren't sending in that many troops. They are only helping a little besides The Sith Clan they are doing a lot. Do you still have a problem with it Maldorians?

IC:
Private Message
TO: The Republic of Farrfin
FROM: New United Nations government

Thank you for your support. We will put the supplies to good use and I hope we can defeat the rebels soon.

Alright....I'm fine with it, I guess...But I am still supreme leader of The Dictator's Army, right?

Who the hell are:

The Sith Clan
Kurzhivsk
Kansiov
Silvado
Kansiov


The New United Nations...Wha the hell...I am not rping with a crapload of people...OK? It's either you take some out, or regulate the number of troops sent or I am out...

Then get out. They have as much right to roleplay as you do, and having a little tantrum is really sad. And on that note, we'll be sending a little something to the NUN ourselves - one of the Special Units, this time Beta. We believe they number two hundred and forty at the moment, their task is to protect the leader of the New United Nations from coming to harm. If this is acceptable to you, NUN, please let us know through telegram.

Alright....I'm fine with it, I guess...But I am still supreme leader of The Dictator's Army, right?

Yes you are.

Then get out. They have as much right to roleplay as you do, and having a little tantrum is really sad. And on that note, we'll be sending a little something to the NUN ourselves - one of the Special Units, this time Beta. We believe they number two hundred and forty at the moment, their task is to protect the leader of the New United Nations from coming to harm. If this is acceptable to you, NUN, please let us know through telegram.



Despite that fact, we already started RPing, if you actually took the time to read this thread *obviously not*.
Me, Mahria, New United Nations, Pan-Arab Barronia already started Rping before You came...

OOC: let's all be chill, folks. Please try and keep everything fairly civil, but also do please ask for New UN approval before appearing.

In character:

The Mahrian group consisted of two twelve-plane Wings, each made up of the pride of Mahrian carrier-based air-Javelin class. The two-man affairs were long range, but managed to avoid lumbering along too slowly. Wing A were the bombers, Wing B was deliberately stripped and given no bombs to be quicker against other planes.

Having been dispatched at 02:00, they reached the Ventures guardians at four in the morning. All was still pitch black. Lights had been dimmed, just as a precaution.

Wing Leader Tul Hsin started barking orders at his subordinates. "We aren't going to win single-handed, lads. In and out. Quick."

"That's what she said," radioed one anonymous flyer. The rest hooted or at least smiled. Most did so without hitting the radio, though-Hsin was a hardass.

"Discipline. Now." Hsin sent back, "Radar gives me one small ship, those lights on your left. Should be what they call a Clipper. Fish One and Fish Two, peel off. Take him."

Two gunners radioed, "Aye," one after the other. Two of the planes dived to drop their payloads into the water. The seeker torpedoes strapped under the planes came loose with paired splashes. As the planes started back up, tracer fire erupted from the patrol ship.

"Now they see us! Bomb One, Bomb Two, go after him if the fish miss. Rest, we'll have company before long." As lights started blinking on in the distance, Hsin (in a common event) frowned. "There's the battleships, lads. Outline there makes it... maybe Parthenon. We hit the Clipper. We draw off a few planes for Wing B. No more. I want to bring at least a few of you back, Christ only knows why."

Kilometres away,the Mahrian fleet reached the New UN coast. Arrogantly, they moved along the coast, slowly. As planned, a few desultory raids were launched from the carriers. They were only a side show, though-just enough to get a lone chopper in unremarked. The Mahrian delegation cramped together, headed to speak to General Reives.

I can spare a force of 10 Hawkeye Stealth Bombers and 500 Vindicators for the government forces, if you want any backup.

I can spare a force of 10 Hawkeye Stealth Bombers and 500 Vindicators for the government forces, if you want any backup.

No, you have to ask The New United nations before sending any troops...So, far the only nation sending troops to help the New united Nations is Mahria...

OOC: If a few people want to help the rebels that would be good. It seems a lot of people want to help me. It won't be fun if everyone helps one side.

OOC: If a few people want to help the rebels that would be good. It seems a lot of people want to help me. It won't be fun if everyone helps one side.

No, don't worry..I can handle you guys....


The group walked inside the New United Nations Stock Exchange and proceeded to the nearest bathroom, which was on the 2nd floor. Dwanye Wright marched into the bathroom and took the handicapped bathroom, while the rest of his group waited outside of the bathrooms. Dwanye snatched out his C4 and began wiring it up in the bathroom...

OOC: New United Nations, you can act like a guard or bystander if you want...

OOC:Sorry for being gone so long. Ill be rping my guys, just tell me where to go. I was involved early (look at page 2) but my comp crashed for a bit. I just realized im signed in under the wrong name.

IC:

The Shakal division finally made a landing in the New United Nations. There mission was simple, follow the orders of the democratic government and stay alive. Immediatly after making landfall the men loaded there supplies and weapons into there IFV's and headed off to the capital and waited for futher orders.

I was Joshua's first day on the job. He finally got the job he wanted at the New United Nations Stock Exchange. He went up to the second floor where his office was. On his way he noticed several men standing by the bathroom. He decided to find out what was going on. He went over and said,"What are you guys all doing outside the bathroom?" He waited for an answer.

I was Joshua's first day on the job. He finally got the job he wanted at the New United Nations Stock Exchange. He went up to the second floor where his office was. On his way he noticed several men standing by the bathroom. He decided to find out what was going on. He went over and said,"What are you guys all doing outside the bathroom?" He waited for an answer.

Keith, the sub-ordinate of Dwanye, had to think of something quick...

"Yea, uhh...we are waiting for our friend in the bathroom..Why do you care?" quickly commented Keith...

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Dwanye had finished wiring the C4 and now he was just finishing up and washed his face with the marble-lined sink. He soon stashed the C4 control in his jacket pocket and casually walked out of the bathroom to see his group chatting with a person...

"Hey guys. I am back. Let's go."

Joshua waited for them to walk away. Once they did he went inside the bathroom because he thought something was wrong. He looked around and saw the bomb. He ran out of the bathroom to find a guard as quickly as possible but as soon as he got out of the bathroom the men were back. It seemed like they knew he would find it. Joshua said,"Hey, it's you guys again. Why are you back?" He hoped they would think he didn't see anything.

Joshua waited for them to walk away. Once they did he went inside the bathroom because he thought something was wrong. He looked around and saw the bomb. He ran out of the bathroom to find a guard as quickly as possible but as soon as he got out of the bathroom the men were back. It seemed like they knew he would find it. Joshua said,"Hey, it's you guys again. Why are you back?" He hoped they would think he didn't see anything.

Keith stepped forward and stood face-to-face with Joshua..."What were you doing in the bathroom," questioned Keith.

Dwayne suddenly got a look of horror as he figured out what was happening. He pulled out his Glock 17 and aimed it at Joshua's forehead..."Don't scream, or you're dead."

Joshua said, "Please don't hurt me. I won't tell anyone I swear." He glanced down the hall and noticed a guard walking towards them. He looked back at the men and knew they hadn't seen the guard. He thought if he could stall them for another minute or two the guard would help.

Joshua said, "Please don't hurt me. I won't tell anyone I swear." He glanced down the hall and noticed a guard walking towards them. He looked back at the men and knew they hadn't seen the guard. He thought if he could stall them for another minute or two the guard would help.

Dwanye muttered to Keith.."I'll kill this dude...Cover our escape.."

Dwanye kept the gun pointed at Joshua's forehead, "I'm sorry but you know too much."

Pang

The shot blared out in the air as the rest of the group sprinted through the hallway...

Dwanye took a look at Joshua's dead body and took a moment to kick it. Then he was off, following the rest of the group...

Kash stood looking out at the military parade of his great nation they were cheering at him and he was waving.One the the Communist partys memebers gave him a note.He sat down and read it civil war has broken out in the new united nations requestes for allies. He looked back at his parade well i guess were prepared for war we just need the people to decide if we should.

The two teams in Applegate quietly patrolled the old capital building, their new baracks. The commanding officier looked over a map and discussed tactics with the team in Dresdale.
So far the expected attack hadn't come.

To- New United Nations Military Command
From- 57th Airborne, 7th Special Ops Platoon
New United Nations, is Dresden still in a threaten status?

Upon seeing a guard approaching them, Keith whipped out his AK-47 and fired a round of shots as the guard soon become a lifeless body and slumped to the floor. The squad jumped over the bullet-ridden carcass and sped down the stairs...

TO: 57th Airborne, 7th Special Ops Platoon
FROM: New United Nations Military Command

We are not sure they could strike anywhere anytime stay prepared but be ready to leave and go somewhere else if an attack happens somewhere else.

END


The guard was walking by the second floor bathrooms and saw a young man with a single bullet hole in his head. "RED ALERT I REPEAT RED ALERT! LOCK DOWN THE BUILDING. THIS IS NOT A TEST. WE HAVE INTRUDERS!.", he yelled into his radio.

These are the military forces that will be stationed in the nations capitol
5 divisions of the peoples army(armed with AK-47 and RPG-7)
2 divisions of the Revolutionary Guard( Armed with AK-47 and Dragonuv sniper rifles)
50 T-72 tanks 30 T-62 tanks from the peoples armored core
20 MiG-21
5 MiG-29
500 Peoples armed police

TO: 57th Airborne, 7th Special Ops Platoon
FROM: New United Nations Military Command

We are not sure they could strike anywhere anytime stay prepared but be ready to leave and go somewhere else if an attack happens somewhere else.

END


The guard was walking by the second floor bathrooms and saw a young man with a single bullet hole in his head. "RED ALERT I REPEAT RED ALERT! LOCK DOWN THE BUILDING. THIS IS NOT A TEST. WE HAVE INTRUDERS!.", he yelled into his radio.

Lol, that guy is dead...read the post above you

OOC: Yeah that wasn't there when I started typing that. Um....it's a new guard. The building does have a lot of guards and one of them would have heard the gunshots so it's a new guard now.lol

OOC: What do you consider a lockdown? What is locked down? What is not locked down? I have to go but I will be on tomorrow...

OOC: In a lockdown the elevators stop working. Doors to the stairs close and lock. All doors leading out of the building also close and lock. All the guards know the code that can open any door at any time but the door locks again once it closes.

The Mahrian chopper had penetrated a good ways into the nation, and had gone nearly unchallenged. The bombing raids around it had kept local defenders heads down until the pilot entered less militarized areas.

Satellite intelligence had given a general idea of the location of one of Reives camps. The pilot had cheerfully submitted to the suspicious questioning by the radio-holding rebel. (Clearly a bit rattled.) After a long, nervous question-and-answer session, the hovering chopper was permitted to land.

Sam Hall, Mahrias Acting Ambassador for the New United Nations stepped off the craft. (After all, Reives represented the legitimate government. Mahrian Government Policy said so.)

"Hello friends," Hall said, slowly and clearly. (His speech was accented, but comprehensible.) "I want to give you all a lot of money. And some nice, shiny guns. Could I please speak to your commanding officer?"

Sam Hall, despite his sarcasm, was the ideal man for his job. Mahria needed a man who could smile, sign a treaty (conveniently pre-written and in his briefcase), and hand over some goodies. Hall knew a thing or two about smiling at other officers and signing papers. He'd been a naval man for thirty years.

Military men understand each other, the reasoning went. We owe Hall a soft last gig, they thought. Besides, why appoint a full ambassador? If Reives proved troublesome, he was purely disposable.


As this went on, Mahrian flight crews (still blind to the fate of their previous Wings) prepared new ones for attacks. The Javelins were superb long range craft, but short-range planes would always be used when possible. If something wasn't to be used when the battle was joined...

The Javelins had one job: a few raids for the rest of the eight hours until closing with the Barronian fleet. One every hour or so was enough, any actual damage would be a pleasant bonus. No Barronian would sleep sound, if Admiral Tvek had his way. And they'd spend their waking hours flinching at shadows, while the Mahrians stalked calmly closer. "Let em squirm," Tvek said out loud as he bedded down, "Let em squirm." For his part, he expected an excellent night of sleep.

ooc: ok am i still in this or no? The Dictator just sort a blew up and my name was mentioned... a pity as I was starting to have fun. If i'm really not wanted I'll leave but just in case Im accepted as an ally of the Dictator:

IC: telegram from Commander Singleton
To: General Thompson of the NUN army


How can we be sure youre not trying to play us as fools? I am a great man who has never known defeat. I didn't get that way by trusting the Enemy! However i'll go along with this, but don't think for a second you'll live to see morning if it's a trap! Now what did you have in mind?

end

The Eilte Guards riding on the T-72 raced to Applegate. They Borogov set up HQ at the Hlebian Hotel as the HQ. The tanks however were placed in the open plains for any large tank attacks. Reinforcements were called in, a fresh 20,000 troops from the 7th Rifle Divison Led by Mj. Genreal Gleov and 5th Infantry Divison Led by Borogov himself.

These troops along with the Kasniovian guards were placed in the streets.

The Migs destroyed 4 Apartment Buildings around Applegate which clamied were storing RPG-7 which were ready to fire at Helicopters. Borogov asked the President if he was allowed to attack another town with more tanks.

The 7th Paratrooper Division was dropped along the highway from Kansiov to Applegate. Their duty was to clear the road of enemies. They were dropped at 4am and by 9am it was offically safe with only one Gun battle which saw 6 Rebels killed. Now 300 Trucks carrying 1st Aid, food and water streamed down the road.

Now the President of Kansiov wants to ask if they could use Applegate Airport as their Airbase for both the Kansiovian Airforce and 1st and 2nd Helicopter Regiment which will arrive later.

The peoples Republic of NC want to know if it can join Kosinev in the battle if so we will send:

5 divisions of the peoples Army(Armed with AK-47s and RPG-7)
2 divisions of Revolutionary Guard(Armed with AK-47s and Dragunov sniper rifles)
20 MiG-21
15 MiG-29
100 T-72 and 50 T-62 tanks from the peoples armored core
300 of the peoples armed police(to help stop rebels from infiltrateing)

FROM: Borogov
TO: United Nations

Our Troops have engaged the rebels in the Capital along the eastern Suberbs of the City and have killed 124 Rebels an taken a loss of 24 Wounded and 4 killed themselves. Our Tanks are ready to Move to another City under Rebel countrol and take it.

The Helicopter Regiment will arrive at 3am Tommorow. They will Support the 2 Divisons in the Capital. Supplies have come from Kansiov to help your people.

Supplies sent:
15,245 kg of food
34,587 litres of water
20,000 Tents
400 Guards to Patrol the Camp
3 Aid Stations

Thank You
Genreal Borogov

Yes Sir! You may, Our Losses have risen up to 15 dead and 45 wounded and we claimed 247 Rebels ourselves the Battle in the Suberbs is fierce and need Aid.

i would like to know where you would like our forces deployed.(we are just helping)

Ground troops to

Airforce to attack where

police placements

Ground troops 2 Divisions to plice the city( in Genreal) The other go to room to room clearing in the suberbs of Applegate.

The others are there for u to decide ;)

i will leave 1 division of the peoples army and 1 division of the Revoluionary Guard

The rest will begin sweeping

Our MiGs are begining to scout the area and the peoples armed police are secureing hospitals Police departments ext.

our armored core will encirlce building and others areas to keep rebels from joing other grups

we have encounter scattered resistence some areas are more dangerous than others snipers have been orderd to stay in some building and scan streets for rebel units i would like to know what to do with prisoners we have 5 KIA 15 wounded and captured 7 Rebels

The Communist party of NC have decided to send supplies to the city we will send food and medical supplies to the hospitals.

My computer is on the fritz so tele me later this is someones elses and it slow.

FROM: Borogov
TO: United Nations

Our Troops have engaged the rebels in the Capital along the eastern Suberbs of the City and have killed 124 Rebels an taken a loss of 24 Wounded and 4 killed themselves. Our Tanks are ready to Move to another City under Rebel countrol and take it.

The Helicopter Regiment will arrive at 3am Tommorow. They will Support the 2 Divisons in the Capital. Supplies have come from Kansiov to help your people.

Supplies sent:
15,245 kg of food
34,587 litres of water
20,000 Tents
400 Guards to Patrol the Camp
3 Aid Stations

Thank You
Genreal Borogov

Yea...Ummm...What are you doing? I am the Rebels and I have yet to engage you...

"Damn, guys, we're screwed, " complained Keith as he noticed that stairs becoming locked down...

Dwanye soon motioned them inside a room and they found a small group of people working on the computer...

"Hands up or I'll kill you," shouted Dwanye. The group of people, oblivious to the sound of Dwanye and his squad coming in, began to panic.

"Please! Don't kill me!"
"What do you want? Name it."


"Shut up!" commented Keith as he went to see what was inside the room...

"Good news!"

Keith went to see what Dwanye was looking at....An open window...

"Commander sir! Our attempts of comunicating with the Dictators army have failed... they don't seem to recognize us as allies. And the force from N.U.N. is visible on the Horizon" The young radio operater reported to Commander Singleton

"Darn! This may get ugly men. We may have to do some hard fighting. Most of you will probably die, Heck I'll probably die! But we won't lose this fight men! I've never lost a fight. If I die but we win the battle then I'll have won this one too. My undefeated record depends on you men. Prepare yourselves. And find some very good coverage. Whatever you do stay in the mountains do Not go into the open. Bring them On"

Sound of Helicopter blades was heard.
"Those are our Helicopters!" said a private. Many cheered as they fired their rockets and punched holes in buildings. The 1st few days of fighting seen 19 Kansiovians dead they have killed some 67 Civilians in the street fighting as well :( .

ooc: sorry but who the heck are you fighting?

Stationed at the Capital to fight the rebels there ;)
Sorry for the diffrent storey line but this war is not fought by two people :mp5:

ooc: That may be true but I was unaware that any rebels or the rebels allies had yet to attack the capital...

John Simms, the Prime Minister of the Republic of Farrfin, was walking through the corridors of the Farrfini Parliament as Admiral of the Fleet Frank Sutcliff saw him.

"Prime Minister!" The Admiral called, walking briskly towards the head of government.

John glanced up from a file he was reading as he walked and saw the Admiral. Tucking the file under his arm, he extended a hand as the Admiral approached. Sutcliff took it and shook.

"Any news, Admiral?" Simms asked, knowing full well there probably was.

"Yes sir. The first group of our humanitarian supply planes are on final approach to Applegate Airport. The Farrfini Red Cross have praised our actions and have decided to send a group of volunteers to help in hospitals and refugee camps." The Admiral reported. "The weapons supply convoys are approaching the New UN border and will arrive at Applegate within the next twelve hours if everything goes well."

The Prime Minister nodded. "And what about our own forces?"

"The special ops teams will be ready to go by this time tomorrow at the very latest. The task force is still being prepared, but should be ready the day after tomorrow if it needs to be dispatched. It will be led by two aircraft carriers, the Illustrious and the Talon." Sutcliff said.

---

Meanwhile, the first of the cargo planes began its final approach to Applegate Airport.

"Applegate Control, this is RF-384 requesting permission to land. We are carrying humanitarian supplies, over."

OCC:I am standing in Applegate Square right outside our nations capital building. We have just recieved information that The Dictators Army has taken over several smaller cities on our eastern border. President Zyambarg says that they aren't much of a threat and they will be defeated soon.*Sound of explosion*Oh my god!*Gunfire*Somethings happening. I think we The Dictator's Army is invading the capital. We've got to get ou-*Screen turns to static*.

There were. meh look there are many Rebels and not just a few, im just telling the war on the Kansiovian side of it

The 57th Airborne, 7th Special Ops Platoon, teams November and Zulu were in the old capital building at Applegate when they heard gun shots and rockets.

"What the hell is going on out there?" One soldier asked as they rushed to their defensive positions.

"The Kasniov's are doing something, sir." a corpral informed and watched the scene through his binoculors.

To: Kasniov Military elements in Applegate
From: 57th Airborne, 7th Special Ops Platoon of Silvado.

What are you shooting at?

Ok but the Dictators army are those Rebels and thats Mandalorians.

"Sorry it was a bad fire, we mistook it but there are heavy fighting in the Eastern Suberbs of the City"

"Tell me if you need any support, over"

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occ::headbang: argh lol i can't just make my troops wait there, my troops will get bored :p

ooc:well role-play training or Orders from your Commanders. Scout around. Go try to help fight of invaders that may win a large sea battle... whatever you do though don't set your sights to the North and try to attack us! We are alreadyy gonna be pulverized...

TO: Commander Singleton of The Sith Clan
FROM: General Thompson

Tonight me and the 1,500 men that are going to switch sides and help the Dictator's Army are going to sabatoge as many tanks as we can. Then tommorow morning when everyone is confused you can attack. Those of us who are going to help you will all be in the eastern part of our camp. Do not attack there we will get prepared then attack with you. We can defeat them. And if you think I'm lying know that this is the only chance you have at winning so you should trust me.

To: General Thompson
From Commander Singleton

Very well Tonight we will enter the camp through your section. This way we can bypass any sentries and can have a surprise attack. We will kill as many as possible before the alarm is sounded. At which time the rest of my forces ( I intend to split them) will attack from the other side.

-Commander Singleton

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Commander Singleton adresses his generals
"All right Men, and Woman. Tonights battle will be firece. it'll be tough. General Thompson of the New United Nations army has agreed to join our side during the battle. He is working on putting their vehicles out of commission.

Now the plan. Generals Fathom, Uthmeier, and Reid you are to enter the camp through the East section. The section Inhabited by the converts. Sneak into the main camp and kill as many as you can undetected.

Generals Carth, O'mally, and Bowell. You will attack from the West as soon as you here the alarm or gunfire.

I will take the remaining troops And attack head on as Soon as both sides are engaged.

General Kline that leaves you. You are to pull your troops around behind them to cut off escape. Now go and speak to your troops"

OOC: Hey all. I've sent a telegram to NUN and he said he wouldn't mind back up so here I be! *ahem*

The Ferdelance drifted into the harbor of Port Highland, escorted by the Black Arrow and Panther destroyers and a few Kamikaze-class UAV's.
"This is Panther. You're close near shore now, Ferdelance. Breaking off from the main group."
The two destroyers peeled away and proceeded back out to sea. The Ferdelance launched Transport Boats.
"PT 1,5 and 9, this is the Lance, do you read me?"
"Aye. Landing in a few minutes sir."

To: New United Nations
From: The Ferdelance, just off the coast.

"Our main battle force has landed at Port Highland, where do you need them deployed?"

ooc: is it just me or do the NUN supporters gratly outnumber the Dictator's army and Allies? Oh also the Dictators army has yet to accept us as an ally so... we are basically a force that is against the Government... hmmm.

TO: The Ferdelance
FROM: New United Nations Military

We want you to deploy in Dresdale. We think the rebels may strike there soon.

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"Sir 75% of the vehicles are out of commission and we have placed explosives in the western armory."

"Good. If we can win this battle I know The Dictator's Army will gain many new supporters. This battle could turn the tide of the war. Now get back to work."

"Yes sir."

OOC: Sith Clan you can take control of General Thompson and his troops now because I'm not going to fight against myself.

As night falls the Three generals and their troops sneak into the Eastern part of the camp. General Thompson and his men are waiting for them.

"Are you General Thompson?" whispers General Fathom.
" I am " is the reply.
The four generals confer with themselves for a bit then quietly issue orders to their men.

The four groups then split up 1 going Northwest through the camp anothe Southwest. the remaining two go straigh to the center. As the sneak along they slaughter any sleeping troops in their path.

ooc: it's up to you when we get noticed. and how many we kill.

OOC: I attached a list of the Voids Military. You gotta figure out their weaknesses ;) Oh, and I don't think I'll use all of them anyways.

"General?" the runner said. Outside was the steady crunch of the men marching.
"Yes?"
"Orders are here from NUN. They want us in Dresdale."
The general sighed.
"No backup from the Lance then."
"No sir, but the Void sent a squadron of K-50's."
"K-50s, huh?" the general smirked. "Should be interesting. Still," he turned to the radio and put it to Ferdelance's frequency."Lance, this is General Sion. Launch 2 Black Tom squadrons."
"I'll give the order to move out."

OOC: Since I've gotten no reply from either side, I'll sit this one out. It would be nice to have a "situation so far" kinda report. Will be following the story

IM back just woke up

I will be brinng another division of the peoples army to the capitol to help secure it. Division is (10500 men)

ooc: that truly is a lot of men!

---BURST COMMUNICATION---
To: All NUN allies
From: Team Alpha
We're nearing the Dresdale. We haven't been contacted by any sentries. We are going in, but Beta, Charlie, Delta and Omega teams will set up camp here, in visual range of the city. Any signs of fighting, we'll call for the K-50s and a cleanup team.

Stationed at the Capital to fight the rebels there ;)
Sorry for the diffrent storey line but this war is not fought by two people :mp5:

No, I am the Rebels...

Sound of Helicopter blades was heard.
"Those are our Helicopters!" said a private. Many cheered as they fired their rockets and punched holes in buildings. The 1st few days of fighting seen 19 Kansiovians dead they have killed some 67 Civilians in the street fighting as well :( .

What is that?

OCC:

There were. meh look there are many Rebels and not just a few, im just telling the war on the Kansiovian side of it

The Rebels have not attacked yet...Just be patient...

Ok but the Dictators army are those Rebels and thats Mandalorians.

Yes, thank you.

ooc: is it just me or do the NUN supporters gratly outnumber the Dictator's army and Allies? Oh also the Dictators army has yet to accept us as an ally so... we are basically a force that is against the Government... hmmm.

It is fine...I have some ideas to get more forces for me *The Dictator's Army*




Hope this answers all of your quesitons...

ooc: Not really... Does the Dictators army see me as an ally or... am i just floating around in battleing the NUN and allies?

Grand General Simon Kraig, ringleader of all the whole Rebellion, walked into the Ops Center of the dreary underground tunnel...

"Have you got on the line with 'Him'. I must ask him something." asked Simon as he thoroughly scanned the mess of papers scattered on the ivory desk.

"Not yet sir. I will keep trying." came the prompt reply of the radio operator.

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Keith was the first to jump out of the window, crashing on his left ankle. The others follows suite, managing not to injury themselves.

"O gawd, Dwanye. I think I broke my leg! Get a doctor!" whined Keith as he attempted to get back up, failing miserably.

"Quit your belly-aching. We have to get a safe distance to blow this place."

Dwanye looked towards the woods from where they entered and motioned them over there...



OOC: You now know the ringleader, except there is 'Him'...You will find out more in time...

ooc: Not really... Does the Dictators army see me as an ally or... am i just floating around in battleing the NUN and allies?

O are you fighting the NUN and his allies? I am sorry, I did not see that....My ringleader will "call" your leader and talk...How's that?

ooc: of course. You can contact Commander Singleton... of course he's in a bit of a dispute at the moment.

General Kiol stared out the window.
"Ensign?"
"Yessir?"
"Get System Command on the line."

"Command, this is Ferdelance. We are requesting use of the Raptors due to the current danger to my men in Dresdale and to the people of the New United Nations." The line was dead for a minute.
"Rodger. Raptor squads Alpha and Omega are en route as we speak. They'll be dropped in Dresdale by paratroop at 2200 hours."
"Thank you, Command. Ferdelance, out."

Above the dark night sky of NUN, The Raven stood out like a flare. The bright green lights shone down above Dresdale, and 10 shadows jumped from a side vent. They plunged towards the earth.

i had to leave again but im BACK AGAIN!!

i have postioned snipers in random building throughout the city to scan streets for rebels.

Im done with this war im removing all military units from the city the only help i will be giving now will be medical and food supplies.

i have postioned snipers in random building throughout the city to scan streets for rebels.

Your getting the snipers out...


Haha, thanks a gateway to another city...*Cracks Knuckles*

Helicopter are being sent to evacuate civialins.

Your getting the snipers out?...


Haha, thanks a gateway to another city...*Cracks Knuckles*

Answer this please...

Gunfire tears across the city streets outside the city barracks as Alpha team engages the rebels in Dresdale.
An enemy rebel stands up to launch a bazooka, but gets eviscerated from the inside out. SpecOps units move in from on top of the buildings. A rebel throws a grenade into the Vindicators position and gets machine gunned, but the grenade hits its mark. Bodies fly over the abandoned streets. The Raptor radioman signals the base camp.
"Raptors to base camp, Raptors to base camp."
"Base camp receiving, sir."
"Send your squadrons into the city now. Confirmed enemy contact, firefight in the city square, we're outnumbered."
A soldier looked up. "GASMASKS!" he yelled, as a K-50 came screaming down into the enemy position. A green smog mushroomed out from the planes wreckage. Rebels were choking and falling over limp. The Vindicators rushed through, guns blazing as the rebels from this position fell back, away from the Neurotoxin smog. Lieutenant Rislo grinned under the chunky mask.
"Score one checkpoint."

I suppose you did not listen to what I just said...The Rebels did not attack yet! The New United Nations said they are rising up, but are NOT attacking...

I suppose you did not listen to what I just said...The Rebels did not attack yet! The New United Nations said they are rising up, but are NOT attacking...

[Then how about you actually do something with the goddamn rebels rather than whining nothing happened yet? I personally can't do anything until the rebels do something because my involvement is based solely on the premise that the NUN leader is under threat.]

I suppose you did not listen to what I just said...The Rebels did not attack yet! The New United Nations said they are rising up, but are NOT attacking...

ooc: I am fighting in Dresdale, not Applegate! I think the rebels have attacked there, The Sith Clan attacked right?

[Then how about you actually do something with the goddamn rebels rather than whining nothing happened yet? I personally can't do anything until the rebels do something because my involvement is based solely on the premise that the NUN leader is under threat.]

You have to learn to be a little more patient...;)

I cannot start until NUN gets back so I can rp the attack on the Stock Exchange...I do not want to godmod...unlike SOME people...

And plus, the attack on the Stock Exchange is the "signal" to begin the attacks...

ooc: I am fighting in Dresdale, not Applegate! I think the rebels have attacked there, The Sith Clan attacked right?

Yes, but the Sith Clan is not Rebels...I believe he is an actual country...

Ah. Time to change that then. Gotta change all the 'rebels' to 'enemy' :eek:

You have to learn to be a little more patient...;)

I cannot start until NUN gets back so I can rp the attack on the Stock Exchange...I do not want to godmod...unlike SOME people...

And plus, the attack on the Stock Exchange is the "signal" to begin the attacks...

[Alternatively, we can ship in a vastly bigger force than originally intended to just plain crush the Dictator's Army through weight of numbers. The ball is in YOUR court, NUN will only be able to roleplay the stock exchange attack when YOU have roleplayed it.

So yes, either get with the attacking or we'll "respond to the request for aid" and beat the rebels through numbers and skill.]

[Alternatively, we can ship in a vastly bigger force than originally intended to just plain crush the Dictator's Army through weight of numbers. The ball is in YOUR court, NUN will only be able to roleplay the stock exchange attack when YOU have roleplayed it.

So yes, either get with the attacking or we'll "respond to the request for aid" and beat the rebels through numbers and skill.]


Alright...I will get my posts and continue from there...

"Damn, guys, we're screwed, " complained Keith as he noticed that stairs becoming locked down...

Dwanye soon motioned them inside a room and they found a small group of people working on the computer...

"Hands up or I'll kill you," shouted Dwanye. The group of people, oblivious to the sound of Dwanye and his squad coming in, began to panic.

"Please! Don't kill me!"
"What do you want? Name it."


"Shut up!" commented Keith as he went to see what was inside the room...

"Good news!"

Keith went to see what Dwanye was looking at....An open window...

Grand General Simon Kraig, ringleader of all the whole Rebellion, walked into the Ops Center of the dreary underground tunnel...

"Have you got on the line with 'Him'. I must ask him something." asked Simon as he thoroughly scanned the mess of papers scattered on the ivory desk.

"Not yet sir. I will keep trying." came the prompt reply of the radio operator.

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Keith was the first to jump out of the window, crashing on his left ankle. The others follows suite, managing not to injury themselves.

"O gawd, Dwanye. I think I broke my leg! Get a doctor!" whined Keith as he attempted to get back up, failing miserably.

"Quit your belly-aching. We have to get a safe distance to blow this place."

Dwanye looked towards the woods from where they entered and motioned them over there...



Grand General Simon Kraig, was scanning the map of New United Nations when suddenly a tech officer barged through the door. "Sir! We are on the phone with 'Him'."

Simon picked up the telephone receiver and began his conversion with 'Him'.
"Hello, sir. It is an honor to hear your voice. We only have 30,000 men but our propaganda is spreading quickly. Another thing. It seems that the New United Nations has gotten the help of my foreign nations. We have not recevied the signal for our attacks to begin yet, sir."

As Simon finished his report, 'He' took a deep breath and spoke in a low, onimious voice.
"Get the signal going, dammit. Contact whoever is in charge. Screw their help, our forces will wipe them clean. I have another 100 MG technicals coming to the coordinates that were sent to you. That is all."

The receiver was dead as Simon Kraig smiled with delight...

"Not yet sir. I will keep trying." came the prompt reply of the radio operator.

The Ferdelance drifted into the harbor of Port Highland, escorted by the Black Arrow and Panther destroyers and a few Kamikaze-class UAV's.

OOC: Just to let you know, you've managed to wander gracefully by a naval battle :D if you fancy helping out with those destroyers of yours...well, we're 5 miles offshore, taking damage from the Mahrian battlegroup.


Alarms were blaring as the battlegroup first spotted the incoming aircraft. Unfortunately, it was too late for the patrol boat. Taking two torpedoes from Mahrian aircraft, the hull was punctured, along with a fire below deck started by the torpedo. It was Barronia's first loss of the war.

"Sir, sir, we lost a patrol boat! It looks like they're heading for the Parthenon!"

"Damn them...we can't lose the battleships! Get the Aegis system online, and scramble the jets!"

On board a Minister Class AA Missile Cruiser, all hell broke loose. Alarms, loud and coarse, were going off in all crew quarters.

"Move, move, move! Leuitenant, get those missiles in the air! Warrant Officer, I want you on deck! Get on those guns and put those planes off!"

Tracer fire erupted from all of the ships in battlegroup almost simultaneously, along with glowing trails from missiles, locked on and headed for their targets. The Mahrians had better have one whole bucketload of countermeasures...

The planes sent to sink the Parthenon moved ever closer on the screens given to the Cruiser Gunners, and missiles wouldn't reach in time. It was up to the Parthenon to defend itself this time...

On the Venture, the men in fluorescent coats were running around. Eventually, one fighter, then two, then three, then more got off the deck. It was time for the Mahrians to know just who they were messing with.

"Red Squadron, this is Red Leader. We head for the Parthenon, vector 170. Arm your locking gear and prepare to ready AMRAAMs. Red 2 and 3, you're with me. Red 4 through 7, take left, 8-12, take right. Angels point-seven-five, we'll hit them from above. Control, is the Prowler readied?"
"Aye Red Leader."

Control comes through:

"That's a negative Red Leader. Something wrong with her engines. Await for further updates..."

"Blast. We'll do without. Use your eyes, Red Squadron. Let's take these bums down and show them the might of Barronia! Patriae Fidelitas!"
"Patriae Fidelitas!"

As Red Squadron headed toward the Parthenon, so were the Mahrian aircraft...

To: Pan-Arab Barronia
From: Submarine Wolf Pack Alpha

We're currently en route to your position, in the mean time the Ferdelance is launching torpedo bombers and sending the Panther and Black Arrow out to help you. Mark a target for our subs and we'll take it out.

OOC: In Voids defence, he only passed by a small-scale raid. I hadn't planned for my men to go after the Parthenon, but I'll accept it and try to be more clear. All this happens, then, directly before your reply (to explain the change of plans.) They're in, so write it up as you want.


Hsin had drawn back-as he'd ordered his men to do. Mission was accomplished-they'd got the Barronians on alert, scared them a little. Fish One and Fish Two had been lost to fire from the dying Clipper. The torpedoes had gotten away, but it was still a bad deal for four dead men.

Hsin had been shaken by the new orders reluctantly relayed by Wing Bs leader: "We've got another Wing coming, six of em with Fish. They get within Barronian sight in five minutes. We're to go after Parthenon, draw attention so they can get the Fish in. When the Fish are away, they tell us and we get out. Confirm."

Hsin was a professional-he'd obey the order. He didn't like it, though. "Roger that," he sent back, "Gods help us." He was confident in his engineers anti-missile jammers. He wasn't confident enough, though-not with that much tracer fire. He'd never say anything out loud about the change of plan-unless he survived to growl at his superior.

"Gods help us," echoed Wing B Leader, fervently. Wing B closed around the bombers. They paired up with their pre-selected partners, one stripped anti-air unit with one bomb-laden unit.

Hsin spoke. "New plan. Parthenon's our new target. Our lads with Fish are on the way, and we're drawing fire for them. Bomb One to Bomb Four, attack from high-left. Bomb Five to Bomb Eight, high-right. Bomb Nine to Bomb Twelve, with me. Keep making passes-or looking like you're going to-until I say different. Go."

Having ordered the angles of attack, saw his Wing split up. If they could kill the Parthenon, the main fleet could probably ruin the Barronians. Still, it was a big if.

"Those torpedoes had better get through, after all this," Hsin thought to himself. He went in.

"November team and Zulu team, this is charlie team. Captain LeGuin, did you find out if we can move out of Dresdale?" Charlie team's leader requested.

"Not yet Charlie team, your chopper is on stand by though. Hang in there for abit longer. Something's awry so heads up." Captain LeGuin answered and switched the radio's dial.

"S.A.F Command, what else is coming for support?" LeGuin asked.

"Captain LeGuin, what's the sit-rep?"

"Nothing much right now, but something's up. We're not dealing with some normal rebel, there isn't enough going on to be the typical rebel..." LeGuin responded then turned to his men, "November team get to your chopper. You're going rapid deployment."

November team left the old capital building and loaded into their Ch-47.

TO: NUN Military Command
From: 57th Airborne, 7th Special Ops Platoon, Allied Silvado Forces

We have on squad ready to get airborne right now, if anything pops up, inform us and we will move in when needed.

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Captain LeGuin turned to his radio man.
"Listen in on their chatter, if anything comes up let me know.

The Templar's First Battlefleet advanced up the sea, towards the Coast of NUN. The Ferdelance, The Panther, The Black Arrow and the Javelin, The Prometheus and the Ares battleships, along with the Submarine Wolf Pack and 5 squadrons of Black Toms.
"Let's hope we're there in time, eh, Admiral?"

" Sir, we have bad news."

"What is it?"

"In the north we have reports that we are losing but we do not why or how. In Hesbin reports are coming in that the rebels are doing something at our stock exchange. And we are not sure what's going on in the naval battle in the west."

"This is bad. You are dismissed."

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TO: All New United Nation's Allies
FROM: New United Nations

If you were waiting for a report so you know where you can deploy your men I have one. We think the rebels are attacking in Hesbin. Also we might need more troops in our battle to the north but we aren't exactly sure what's going on there.

ooc: Let it be known that I have not engaged any enemy in Dresdale... As it goes NUN's nation recieved false info about a supposed attack in dresdale, unkowing that it was false info they asked you to station there. My men are in the Northern planes sneaking into a NUN camp.

Ooc: well NUN good your here... So now my men and General Thompsons are sneaking around slaughtering your sleeping troops... You have to wake them up...

OOC: Soz about kinda messing up the time line lol

To: NUN
From: Lieutenant Rislo, en route to the capital.
The Void as took the liberty of sending some Spec-Ops, after reading your message. We are under your command, use us as you see fit.

OOC: Apologies for that, I just assumed that it was the plan. Won't happen again :) . And NUN, are you working on that map? It'd really help. No rush though...:p Anyhoo...

The tracer fire could be seen from Port Highland by the Barronian soldiers. The Brigadier-General was worried.

"Okay lads, lets bunker down. That tracer fire is coming from us, and I get the feeling they're not doing it for our entertainment. I want all major streets blocked save for our own tanks. Colonel, take your engineers and mine everything."

"Everything, sir? But...that could take days!"

"Well then, you should get started. Dismissed!"

The Colonel runs off, directing men as he goes. Soon, the clanking of tracks can be heard as minelayers roll off down the streets of Port Highland. Should the Mahrians ever decide to land (Ashan had not seen the fleet, so he would not know that they had little or no intentions of landing - at least, that's how it appears), they wouldn't be able to move anything without checking for mines.

Things were not going so well at sea. The Mahrian raid had cost one ship, and looked like it was soon going to cost the Parthenon. The Mahrian missile jamming systems were stopping the what-would-be-certain kills, and the battlegroup was reliant on the machine guns and cannons that were carried as tertiary armaments. Although, it did make the sky look rather pretty...

"Sir, the Mahrian aircraft don't appear to be attacking the Parthenon."
"Hmm? That's...unexpected. Stay alert, it may just be a maneouvre. They may yet go for it..."

However, on an Aegis Cruiser, a different story was unfolding. Their longer-range systems were showing a group of 6 aircraft, moving directly for the battlegroup. They'd soon be in range, but no-one yet knew who they were, owing to the amount of people in this war, and the amount of action going on in the fleet. It was getting out of control...

"Red Leader, this is control. We have 6 possible incoming, vector 170, angels point 5. Move to investigate - we've got the situation under control here."

"Roger Wilco control. Red Squadron, assault formation, center on me. We've gotten a new assignment. We're heading vector 170, angels point 5. Do you understand?"

"Loud and clear Red Leader, roger wilco."

"Sir! Theres fire coming from over the horzion! Its the Pan-Arab and Mahrian battlefleets sir!"
"Then we're not too late." The Admiral walked over to his radio.
"This is Admiral Xeos. All hands to battlestations, we are approaching the fight. Bluehound, go sweep the place for enemy subs. Wolf Pack, go hunt for the enemy."
All the ships captains muttered, "Rodger", and turned their artillery towards the battle.
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To: Pan-Arab Battlefleet
From: Wolf Mother
Scouting for the enemy ships. We'll report any we see.

" Sir, we have bad news."

"What is it?"

"In the north we have reports that we are losing but we do not why or how. In Hesbin reports are coming in that the rebels are doing something at our stock exchange. And we are not sure what's going on in the naval battle in the west."

"This is bad. You are dismissed."

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TO: All New United Nation's Allies
FROM: New United Nations

If you were waiting for a report so you know where you can deploy your men I have one. We think the rebels are attacking in Hesbin. Also we might need more troops in our battle to the north but we aren't exactly sure what's going on there.


Look at my post with what I wrote and reply to it...

"Sir? Theres not contact from the PAB fleet."
"Dammit. Hold position, but get some Black Toms up there to help them"
"Rodger, Admiral."

20 fighters launched and headed towards the battle.

Wings A and B were getting hammered. It was, as such, a thrill to Hsin when he heard a voice over his radio.

"A Leader, B Leader, come in. This is F Leader. We've launched, and we've got incoming. Withdraw and assist, please. Over." F Leader communicated his position hurriedly.

"Roger that, F Leader! Gods be praised!" Hsin grinned into his own radio. "Wing A, pull out. Follow me closely, lads-our new friends need help. Over."

Hsin heard "Roger that," seven times. He had come in with twelve planes.

"B Leader, come in." Hsin radioed, not having heard an answer. A few seconds passed without reply, "B Second, come in." When that was met with more silence, he swore to himself. "Wing B, all planes, withdraw. Rendezvous with Wing A," he barked out coordinates.

"Son of a bitch," Hsin said to himself softly, "That's what happens when you change plans...." Just four Javelins had left a hell of tracer fire. "You're with Wing A, now, boys," Hsin allowed a little softness to creep into his voice as he sent. "Avenge them-come with me."

Hsin and his men came up behind the Barronian squad duelling with Wing F. Two Barronian pilots didn't realize they had company until their planes started smoking, and Hsin gave a predatory smile. The Mahrians (in this small battle) outnumbered the Barronians. They had no intention of losing the opportunity.


Some distance away, other Javelin raids had been recalled. The Mahrian fleet was ahead of schedule, not having met other resistance. The Barronians would see the main body of Mahrian air power within two hours. With any luck, they would fail to see six submarines.

Or the six torpedoes stalking towards Parthenon from Wing F.

"This is Tomahawk One. We've spotted an enemy wing falling back. Some of 'em are trailing smoke. Permission to engage?" The Black Tom leader asked.
"Permission granted." Came the reply from Ferdelance. "Shoot them down. Don't let up until they explode or until your outta ammo AND planes."
The fighter wings turned and chased after the enemy planes.

Most cultures glorify martyrs. The Mahrian military was generous with posthumous awards.

Hsin wasn't convinced.

As such, when his radar showed him twenty incoming craft, he was not about to ask his charges to stand and fight. Seventeen Javelins could hold their own against the Barronians who'd come out. Twenty more was too much.

"F Leader," sent Hsin, voice forced into calm, "Twenty more incoming. We retreat?"

"Hear that, A Leader. Where to, then?" F Leader said bitterly, "We won't get back to the carriers."

"Well, I'll be damned if I give them our jammers to poke at and figure out," said Hsin. Those little devices had saved hundreds of lives. Reliable countermeasures against them would be devastating. "We're five miles out from shore-I'll bail a little ways off, try and put this bird in the ocean. Care to join me?"

Hsin was working with a plan of desperation. He knew it, but (with the iron in his voice over the radio) his men seemed not to. Or, at the very least, to see it as a better option. Hsin demanded obedience, but repaid it with effective leadership. His men trusted him absolutely. As Hsin and his men broke off from the Barronians, F Leader stopped vascillating and joined them.

The retreat stretched longer than the three minutes it took. Hsin turned occasionally and fired back at the pursuing Barronians-it was a bit less of a rout that way, and maybe it slowed them down a bit...

One of the survivors of Wing B and three planes from Wing F were shot down before Hsin guessed he was close enough. They could head inland or surrender to the New UN forces-probably a little gentler than the Barronians. As long as they stayed afloat, waves would carry them to the beach. Standard gear for a carrier pilot included a life jacket. It was worn by every man, more as a good luck charm than anything else.

"Lads, hope you haven't eaten lately," Hsin radioed dryly, "Bad for you to swim on a full stomach," That gallows humour distracted his men for a second, even if the laughter in a few cockpits had a tinge of hysteria.

"I know clumsy sonsa bitches like you can crash a plane, try and make it happen after you bail out, please." With a smile-like grimace, he nodded to his gunner, grabbed the backpack of emergency supplies beside his chair, and popped his cockpit. He'd trained for parachute drop, but he'd been too cocky to expect to have to need it.

The Void Templar fighters arrived to batter away at planes a little after parachutes started blooming beneath them. One more Javelin went down with it's slow-fleeing men inside, but the rest plummeted down empty.

OOC: Mahria, where is that post with your guy in my camp?


IC: Once demolition group the forest, Dwanye pulled out the remote detonator..."Are you guys ready?"

"Yeah!"
"Of course!"

The whole group nodded in agreement and watched as Dwanye slowly pressed the red button...

As button was pushed, the whole stock exchange was blanketed in flames....Dwanye sat back in delight...THIS was the signal for the rebellion Soon all over the country, Rebels would overpower the foreign infidels and the crazed NUN.... thought Dwanye as he picked up his radio and spoke to one of the tech officers in the General Bunker...

"The Stock Exchange building is gone...Tell General Kraig that it is gone...The Rebellion shall commence."

We our sorry for abandononig the NUN forces we are ready to deploy a full campain. Here our the lists of military units availible for the fight:
3 Divisions of the peoples army(10,000 )(AK-47s and RPG-7)(10,000 men in a divisoin)
1 Division of the Revolutionary Guard(AK-47 and Dragonuv sniper rifles)
100 T-72 and 30 T-62 from the peopls armored core
20 MiG-21

"Templar Aircraft, this is Barronian Red Leader. Many thanks for the backup, the Mahrians were going to slaughter us. A couple of stafes where those aircraft land should let them know what's what."

A crackled response comes back. The Squadron Leader relays back information to the Venture.

"Control, this is Red Leader. We have received aid from the Templars. The enemy have crashed their planes into the sea. We're going to strafe a couple of times, then head home. We'd rather not run into the Mahrian ships...at least, not without bombs."

"Roger that Red Leader. Losses?"

"Red 4, 8, and 11. Blasted Mahrians got them from behind. They were rookies. Didn't deserve this."

"Received Red Leader. A sad loss. We'll be contacting the ground troops, make a note on where you expect them to hit shore, and they'll do their utmost to meet them."

"Roger Wilco Control. See you when we get home."

"Go steady Red Leader."

The Barronian fighters made a beeline for the slowly plummeting aircraft, observer/gunners busy making a note on the coastline. It would be valuable to the ground troops. The Mahrians, if all went as expected, would get one heck of a welcome...if all went as expected.

"Brigadier-General Ashan, this is Admiral Bryer. How goes it in Port Highland?"

"Sir, the area is being mined to oblivion. What's going on out there? We saw tracer, missiles going crazy..."

"Indeed. Mahrian raid. We're expecting a full assault soon. The Void Templars are aiding us with the use of 6 subs. A valuable addition."

"Indeed sir. Can I ask why you're contacting us?"

"You can indeed. We've gotten an assignment for you. The Mahrian fighter-bombers that hit us have ditched near the coast, and we need you to make a pickup. co-ordinates to follow. And be in force. Remember, their navy will know about this, so be quick and be quiet, but make sure there's enough armaments there to take care of a medium-sized force. I'll leave details to you. And remember, standard interrogation techniques. Bagged and Tagged, kept apart, et cetera. Good luck Ashan."

"Yes, sir, received loud and clear. Be careful out there."

"You too Ashan. See you back on land."

Ashan strode toward his 2 I/C.

"Right, Colonel. We've got downed pilots on the coast, we'll need to be picking them up for interrogation. The co-ordinates will arrive as soon as the fighters land."

"Yessir. I'll ready what we'll need."

"Good man. Dismissed!"

The Peoples News: The priemere is going to make an annoucement in 3 minutes.

The Peoples news: The preimere is now making his annoucement this is Camules reporting live

Kash the priemere: I am embarassed at our abandoning the NUN i hold full responsibility we are going to deploy troops to assist. we will help crush this rebellion and any traitors that stand in our way.

Communist Party member: We will not abandon our brothers again.

I have orderd 10 of the 20 availible MiG-21 to begin scanning the landscape for any rebel bases.

I have orderd 10 of the 20 availible MiG-21 to begin scanning the landscape for any rebel bases.

A small outpost containing 5 veiled rebels popped out off their small compound and scanned the horizon for any other rebels or enemies...Captain Bob Ewell spotted the 10 MiG-21's soaring through the air and ordered his men to open fire with their RPG's...

"Fire!"

The 5 rebels launched the RPG's at the MiG's...They were bound to hit...

OOC: Mahria, where is that post with your guy in my camp?

OOC: page 6, post 90

Hsin was surprisingly cold. Exhaustion had set in, once his heart had stopped racing from parachuting down. He'd lost his men, couldn't keep track of them and himself at the same time.

He'd wriggled loose from his chute when he hit the water. The soaked cloth had almost dragged him under, and he cursed it. The emergency pack was looped on to his belt, and he'd probably keep a hold of it. It was damn heavy and full of water, but too useful to abandon.

The pack had a knife, but Mahria didn't bother with issuing pilots sidearms. So, when he hit land, his only real chance was to get a ways inland and find somewhere to hide.

Hsin hadn't really planned much beyond that. While slowing floating in, he had time to realize (and deeply regret) that. He had no way of knowing how long it was until his feet finally scraped bottom. With a sigh of relief, he stood up (with difficulty) and sloshed towards the beach.

The Wing Leader (now with no Wing, come to think of it) knew the sound of aircraft engines. So he could make out that he was clearly hearing a land vehicle over the hill....

He stood in a daze for a moment, then swore bitterly. He cast around wildly for cover, somewhere to hide. There was nothing big enough, so he did the rational thing. He pulled out his knife, dropped his pack, and started stripping off his life vest.

If it was civilian, he supposed he'd try to scare them off. No! Take the car. If military... he supposed he'd get some transport at least. A warning shot off to his side made him jump. Aye, the thing was military.

"I... er, down my weapon," Hsin said brokenly. He didn't speak the local tounge. "Only weapon is this," he pointed to his knife, now on the sand. "I not fight."

air to base this is Comrade squadron we are under attack by rebel forces we have lost two planes preparing to engage.

The Migs strafed the ground with gunfire killing 3 rebels and wounding 1

The MiGs turned and fired rockets at the compound damaging it considerably

The Mahrian chopper had penetrated a good ways into the nation, and had gone nearly unchallenged. The bombing raids around it had kept local defenders heads down until the pilot entered less militarized areas.

Satellite intelligence had given a general idea of the location of one of Reives camps. The pilot had cheerfully submitted to the suspicious questioning by the radio-holding rebel. (Clearly a bit rattled.) After a long, nervous question-and-answer session, the hovering chopper was permitted to land.

Sam Hall, Mahrias Acting Ambassador for the New United Nations stepped off the craft. (After all, Reives represented the legitimate government. Mahrian Government Policy said so.)

"Hello friends," Hall said, slowly and clearly. (His speech was accented, but comprehensible.) "I want to give you all a lot of money. And some nice, shiny guns. Could I please speak to your commanding officer?"

Sam Hall, despite his sarcasm, was the ideal man for his job. Mahria needed a man who could smile, sign a treaty (conveniently pre-written and in his briefcase), and hand over some goodies. Hall knew a thing or two about smiling at other officers and signing papers. He'd been a naval man for thirty years.

Military men understand each other, the reasoning went. We owe Hall a soft last gig, they thought. Besides, why appoint a full ambassador? If Reives proved troublesome, he was purely disposable.


General Reive, upon hearing a foreign man, rushed towards Sam Hall and began his formal greeting...

"Hello, sir. I am General Reive, head of all Rebel forces in NUN. I suppose you are the man from Mahria? It is an honor to meet you."

Reive then stuck out his hands for Sam Hall's handshake...

The loudspeaker blared from the command vehicle:

"Pilot, this is the Barronia Military, put down your weapon, hands behind your head. If you comply you will not be hurt."

Hsin dutifully complied. He was handcuffed, blindfolded, and put into the back of a Stryker.

5 minutes later, his blindfold was removed. He was still in the back, but why remove the blindfold?

"Pilot. You got a name? No matter. I'm Colonel Blunden. You're in the back of Pan-Arab Barronian Military Vehicle, and you're being transported to a secure facility. Now, I may have orders, but I find that civility between Officers is best." He hands Hsin a cup of hot coffee. Unusual for a military vehicle. He accepts it gratefully. The sea has cooled his body temperature to near hypothermic levels.

"Now then, pilot, care to tell me how we find you on the beach? Thought you fly-boys were meant to be in the air?"

A chuckle comes from the men inside the Stryker...

Colonel Williams revieved news about the rebels. He turned to one of his officers in the Revolutionary Guard: I want that compound taken over even with the airstrike we could find something important: Rev guard Yes sir.

The Migs strafed the ground with gunfire killing 3 rebels and wounding 1

OOC: It can get silly if you insist upon putting 3 sentences into 3 posts. If you can, plan it before you post it - it saves us all a lot of trouble. Number 2, Maldorians needs to show his losses - he'll be fair about it, we promise. ;)

okay sorry.

Colonel Williams revieved news about the rebels. He turned to one of his officers in the Revolutionary Guard: I want that compound taken over even with the airstrike we could find something important: Rev guard Yes sir.


The remaining two rebels in the compoud, 1 being wounded in the arm from shrapnel fled the compound bringing their RPG's and Glock's with them...Bob Ewell reloaded his RPG and fired another round at a MiG...

OOC: It can get silly if you insist upon putting 3 sentences into 3 posts. If you can, plan it before you post it - it saves us all a lot of trouble. Number 2, Maldorians needs to show his losses - he'll be fair about it, we promise. ;)

What are you talking about? He Rped my losses...

i was being very generuous to rpgs dont heat seek but its only fair.

What are you talking about? He Rped my losses...

OOC: I was always taught it's good manners to allow the person you're shooting to decide his losses...provided it's fair and justified...

i was being very generuous to rpgs dont heat seek but its only fair.

I will show you proof that they can down a fighter...hold on....

OOC: I was always taught it's good manners to allow the person you're shooting to decide his losses...provided it's fair and justified...

? Did I do something wrong??

THe missle exploded leaveing the MiG filled with shraplen.

I got to go i will be on later

Here it is...FIM-92 Stinger

? Did I do something wrong??

OOC: No, no, it's just that I was under the impression that, if you're attacking someone else, then RPing the person you're attacking's losses is bad etiquette.

A small outpost containing 5 veiled rebels popped out off their small compound and scanned the horizon for any other rebels or enemies...Captain Bob Ewell spotted the 10 MiG-21's soaring through the air and ordered his men to open fire with their RPG's...

"Fire!"

The 5 rebels launched the RPG's at the MiG's...They were bound to hit...

How is this rping his losses?

How is this rping his losses?

OOC: Not you, silly! :p He's claimed he's killed...what was it...3 rebels? I assumed that would be your job to decide your losses?

OOC: Not you, silly! :p He's claimed he's killed...what was it...3 rebels? I assumed that would be your job to decide your losses?

OOO, lol...Yea, that is what I was thinking too....But I will give him the chance, since he is new and all...:D

OOO, lol...Yea, that is what I was thinking too....But I will give him the chance, since he is new and all...:D

lol, now that's cleared up (only took 10 posts), I guess I'll be waiting for Mahria to clear up the new POW situation that's arisen. Other than that, I'm off for the night. Toodley-oodley!

"Likewise, General Reive. But, of course, you aren't the rebels, my friend. You're the legitimate government. Hell, I've got a treaty right here that says so." with a politicians smile, Sam Hall cracked his briefcase. He drew out a thick folder. "I'm here to offer you full diplomatic recognition, which is lovely. And I'm here to offer you this, which (for now) you may appreciate more."

Mr Sam Hall proceeded to open his briefcase all the way. It was full of American, one hundred dollar bills. Full. "Shall we find somewhere quieter to talk?" Reives kept his cool surprisingly well as he led this shocking figure to a nearby tent.

Hall waved away the three other Mahrians who started to follow him. "This is between us, lads. Have a smoke."

When the two were alone, Sam Hall smiled. "Well, I need to be honest with you, General. We aren't here out of the goodness of our hearts. Once you take power, I'm afraid you'll have some small favours to pay back. However, we'll do our damnedest to make sure that you do take power. I've got money right here, and we've got munitions we can fly in. I'll stop in at your quartermasters, see what you need. With you permission, of course. Any questions so far?"

Reives, still surprised, nodded. "Go on, please," He didn't even try to get a word in edgewise.

"Cheerfully," said Hall, "Once you get a little closer to the coast, we'll have air support for you, and cruise missiles. All these fabulous things, just for signing a little paper as the New UN Head of State. Oh, by the way. Where are my manners? Got a glass?" Hall pulled out a flask and grinned, "Best rum in Mahria. Join me?"


Sharing a beverage can do wonders for closeness between people. Hsin learned this first hand. He felt a stunning gratitude to Blunden.

"My honest thanks for this. Deep, deep thanks," he said, lifting his cup. "And I'm Hsin. Wing Leader Tul Hsin, I spose. No goddamn Wing to lead, at the moment. I'll shake your hand once I stop mine shaking, sound good? As for why I was in the sea, I wanted to give your friends a chance, you see. Just not fair if I have a plane." a few men smiled or crooked an eyebrow.

"Gentlemen, can I ask you a favour?" Blunden nodded. "Could you tell me if you find any of my men? Officer to officer, I need to know if they are all right. And, uh, have you got a blanket, or a coat, by any chance? I do hate to abuse your hospitality, but, hmm. I'm damnably, damnably, cold."

General Reive was taken back by the speed and skillfulness that Sam Hall delievered...

"O yes! I haven't had a good drink in a while. I am stuck with low-grade military water..."

Reive pulled out one of his tin, rusty cups from his desk and stuck it out for Sam Hall to pour...

"Ok. I like how this is going. But what is the cache? If this "Rebellion" suceeds, then what will become of me? What will become of the army?"

Reive pondered on the questions that he just blurted out and hoped for the best...

The contegant of 30 Revolutionary Guards aproched the bust compound. They walked in and found that most of the equipment and files were gone: Rev guar: Sir we havnt found anything they must have destroyed the files before we got here.

By the way the FIM-stinger looks nothing like the RPG. but i will throw you a bone.

The colonle got a new message: The rebels took a truck of our FIM-92 Stinger missles systems: DAMMIT!! do you have any idead what they could do with those! i want double guards next to supplies.

By the way the FIM-stinger looks nothing like the RPG. but i will throw you a bone.

An RPG is a very broad weapon...The FIM-stinger IS an RPG...

okay you got me. lets continue

The Revolutionary Guards that checked the compound were searching the base perimeter. They found the bodies of one of the rebels that was killed by the MiG they checked his body and found a name Zedrick brooks he was a PRC: Rev Guard:We found a body of one of the rebels hes got nothing on him just a name.

Captain Flint LeGuin looked over the message from the NUN command.
"Get your intelligance straight next time...First Dresdale now Besbin..." Flint muttered and glared at his radio man, "Get on there and tell Charlie team that their chopper is moving them to Besbin. Give November team the order to move to Besbin as well. Then tell command to bring in the calvary."

"Understood sir." The radio man said with a worried look.

Flint stepped to the rest of his squad.
"Zulu Team! Fall in. Our friends here have been reporting stuff about attacks in some city called Besbin. November and Charlie are on it so you guys don't need to worry about leaving home for a few days, however we are to defend this area 24/7, understood. I'm also calling in for back up. I doubt a thirty man platoon can help much now."

"O yes! I haven't had a good drink in a while. I am stuck with low-grade military water..."

Reive pulled out one of his tin, rusty cups from his desk and stuck it out for Sam Hall to pour...

"Ok. I like how this is going. But what is the cache? If this "Rebellion" suceeds, then what will become of me? What will become of the army?"

Reive pondered on the questions that he just blurted out and hoped for the best...

Hall shuddered in mock-horror, "Ah, the sacrifices we must make," he filled the cup to it's brim, took a slug from his flask, and went on. "In any case, you and the army have to make those choices yourselves. Clearly, it's in the interest of everyone to have this land stable... For us, the only catch is a few economic concessions. You'll let in PetroMahria to develop your oil fields-a fine choice anyways, excellent company-and permit us to set up military bases here to project power in the region. Just a few, of course.

Of course, we'll have our side of the bargain-PetroMahria will pay any reasonable taxes, and our people stationed here will assist you against agressors. All the details are in the treaty here, numbers and dates and formalities. You know, politicians work, not soldiers work. Look over it, tell me what you think in a bit. Hell, read it and sign now, if you want-let me bring some good news back to my boss."

Sam-and Reives was starting to think of him as Sam-refilled the cup and wet his own throat after talking.

Mahrian diplomats were, as Hall had said, political. They didn't actually mean any harm to the New UN, in actual fact. If PetroMahria had it's own definition of "reasonable taxes," what worry was that to Reives? There were some wonderful nation-to-nation loans offered as well. Ones meant to tie the New UN to Mahria in perpetuity, as it turned out. Sam Halls folksy manner masked a deep loyalty to his country, and a full understanding of the situation.

Reives or his chosen head of state would be prosperous, a leader of a well-run country. As long as they stayed in line.

Reive shook his dreamed-filled thought out of his head and asked yet another question...

"Will we have full military protection?" he asked while gulping down the Mahrian drink...

"If we do, then I am in this all the way...Yet, in order to actually get up to the contract and the like, we need to win this war...So far, we have a group that demolished the NUN Stock Exchange...What else...we should...go...for?" Reive, slowly but surely, was becoming under the influence of the strong drink...

"Mo....mo....drink..." Reive put out his cup and signaled for more from the flask...



OOC: Mahria, is it possible, that if this does suceed that Maldorians gets some of the Rebels land?

Gtg for the night...

whaty took you guys so long

Colonel Williams looked over the report....
" Why dont we get a better look at this enemy send in a CTA agent to penetrate rebel defensis he should help find out what we are dealing with" Rev Guard: Yes sir I will get in touch will General Brutis.

I am sending 500 of the peoples armed police to the city to keep riots and rebel insurgents away.

Receiving this request, Blunden felt admiration toward this man. He's freezing cold and off to interrogation, yet he is still concerned for not himself, but his men.

"Well, Hsin, we'll let you know if we pick up any more. Although, we did find another two on our way to you. They're...not great. Currently in the medical vehicle travelling with us, receiving the best of care from our team.

"Now, to business. You know, of course, we'll have to blindfold you again when we get to the facility, it's standard procedure unfortunately. Don't worry, we're nice people. You'll be kept warm and fed, and they'll take good care of you - we're good toward military folks - although you won't be allowed to communicate with your fellow pilots - security reasons of course."

"Of course."

The driver radios through.

"Sir, we appear to have found another."

"Hmm. Let's check it out."

Hsin can feel the Strykers head off road, bouncing around until they stop.

"Hmm, what to do with you. Seat him towards the front, I'll be back momentarily."

"Yessir."

Blunden arrives back in the vehicle, significantly paler than when he left.

"Hsin. Bad news...hypothermia set in on this one. It's not pretty. I'm sorry. His body will be returned to Mahria once this crisis is over, you have my word as an officer and a gentleman. We're not monsters, Wing Leader."

He leans outside the vehicle and vomiting is heard. Hypothermia followed by a water death isn't generally pretty for a man used to seeing death by bullet and shrapnel.

He enters the vehicle once more, before muttering something down his wristheld comms system, and the vehicle starts once more.

"Lance? This is Lieutenant Rislo. The NUN Stock Exchange has been destroyed!"
"What? Damn, those rebels are getting serious. That's it, I'm calling in some heavy support ASAP. We don't want any more dogs tags being sent now do we?"

The Admiral radioed the Command Post.
"System Command, this is the Ferdelance. The NUN Stock Exchange is Hesbin has been destroyed. We need heavy support."
The line went dead for a few minutes. Hushed, nervous voices could be heard.
"Affirmative, Admiral. Due to the danger to our own men, we will grant you access to:
50 APCS
200 M101
2 regiments of Vindicators (5000 men in a regiment)
3 regiments of Void Guardians
150 hornet bikes
2500 porcupines
200 Chinooks"

"Rodger, Command. Thanks, you saved us a good many lives."
"Or wasted millions. You know the price of failure."
The line went dead.

From the Island of Void, a transport fleet along with the 9th Void Naval Task Force(The Kon'tar and Flail battleships, the Excessus, Nemesis and Imperium cruisers and the Guardian carrier) launched and headed towards the NUN coast and the danger of the war.
Out of port, the Guardian exploded.
"What the hell? Guardian just went up!"
The ship sank slowly to the bottom of the port, dragging its flailing crew and cargo of planes with it.
"This is Flail. The Guardian just exploded, run an inquiry on it. We cannot afford to stop, however, so I'll be leading the fleet." the ship's captain swapped frequency's. "Ferdelance, this is the 9th Task Force. The Guardian just exploded, so we don't have carrier support for the fleet."
"Are you still coming? the troops need your help."
"Affirmative, Lance, we're still en route."
The captain turned away and sat down. Hands shaking, he lit a pipe.

ooc: that should give any attackers a fair chance.

Attention Barronia this is General Brutis you just started to close in our waters. Please radio your reasons. If you do not respnd we will check your ship with MiGs and battle ships. You will be boarded nad held for questoning.

CTA agent Scott Wilson dressed in rebel style walked slowly to a rebel camp in hopes of infiltrating the organization. He arrived and was stopped by a guard.

Attention Barronia this is General Brutis you just started to close in our waters. Please radio your reasons. If you do not respnd we will check your ship with MiGs and battle ships. You will be boarded nad held for questoning.

OOC: I'm not heading for your waters; I'm currently stock still in a naval battle with Mahria. Not to mention that if you tried to board a Barronian ship...well...that'd be a declaration of war ;)

Commander Singleton Moved his troops into position. He and the other generals were anxiously waiting on the sound of Gunfire from the NUN camps... but it hadn't happend yet. had General thompson betrayed them. had his attackers abbandoned him? What was going on?


ooc: NUN hasn't been on for a while... should i simulate the battle?

In Dresdale, the men were getting bored.
"Commander?"
"Yeah?"
"Where do you come from?"
"I come from Terra Prime. Born and bred."
"What happened to your ma and pa?"
"They... they were killed in a rebel raid."
"God... SOrry, cap't, I never knew..."
"Yeah, how could you... Thats where the army found me actually."
"Oh yeah?"
"Yeah. I was biting chunks out of a rebels arm."
The private moved slowly away.

Hsin nodded gravely. "You're a good man, Blunden. Damn shame you're on the wrong side." He was getting more and more accepting of his situation. There was no eagerness, but neither was there the blind terror he'd felt at the outset. With a sympathetic shrug, one of the soldiers replaced Hsins blindfold.


Further out to sea, the Mahrian fleet was moving with discipline and calm. The carriers had reached the just right point for launching planes. A full one hundred and fifty planes were up or going up. Of these, fourty were bombers, carrying either conventional munitions or torpedoes to be dropped. The other one hundred and ten were dogfighters, fast, lean vicious craft. Seventy would join the bombers, fourty would shield the carriers.

Each carrier had three guarding destroyers-two specialized for anti-air, and one set up to counter submarines. Of the fleets six submarines total, three hung back defensively and three stalked forward.

The Mahrians had reached their battle with Barronia at last. The Void Templar group was taken seriously, but overall confidence was high. Mahrian interests would not be challenged by anyone.


Back in camp, Sam Hall was both amused and concerned. He'd hoped to make Reives a little more well disposed-not so much from intoxication, but the social aspect of two men sharing a few glasses. What Hall hadn't realized was that the responsibility of command (plus simple scarcity) hadn't given Reives the chance to drink for some time. As such, he'd lost every bit of alcohol tolerance.

With another man, Sam would have been having a great time. There would be the classic, "I bet you wouldn't..." and a story for later. Sam could hardly resist here.

Still, he was a diplomat for his country, and Reives was an opposing head of state. In his current state, however, Reives could (justifiably) feel exploited and angered if made to sign a treaty. (If he couldn't quite recall signing, for example...)

As such, Sam carefully pulled the treaty away. With an interior grumble, he poured a tiny drop more rum into Reives cup as the man asked. From there, he cast about for water and saw a pair of canteens. He pulled both over, and poured water in on top of the rum. (Desecration, but necessary.) He encouraged Reives along through a great deal more water.

After some time, Reives seemed a bit more lucid. Sam Hall repeated and set out properly Mahrias offer, as far as military protection.
"Should you be attacked, reinforcements will certainly arrive. Most likely to be air and water, though-but we can strengthen your land army.

We'll sell you arms from the outset, and offer additonal training to your army if you want it. As far as winning the current war... we just don't have the men in our land army. We can 'loan' you some officers-to help speed up training. We can help hammer new recruits into something a little harder, which tends to be important in these situations.

Being frank, Reives? I like our chances, as long as you can gain some popular support. The cash should help with that-and we've got more where that comes from. Besides, if we can push Barronia out, we'll have free reign over the country with bombers. That'll be a nice thing, eh?"

Sam Hall gave an interior sigh of relief. Reives seemed more alert, and had stopped looking a little green. Hall was not going to have to clean up the vomit of a future head of state.

When the Cruisers picked up the armada of aircraft moving across their screens, all hell broke loose.

"Sir, sir, we have incoming, too many to count!"
"Get the indentifier on there! Get on to the Parthen-"

An explosion. Followed by another, then four more.

"What the hell was that?!?"

"This is Captain Fallows, of the Parthenon. We've taken 6 torpedoes, although the hull stayed 2. We've suffered heavy damage, taking on water! We're a sitting duck here, requesting cover! I repeat , we're a sitting duck!"

The Admiral's voice cuts in.

"Right, get yourselves together. What's the situation on the cruiser?"

"We've picked up 100-plus aircraft, what appears to be between 30 and 50 bombers, at least 60 escorting."

"Noted. We'll be sending up what's on the Venture." His voice is muffled for a second. "Parthenon. What's the situation? Can you still fight?"

"Yes sir, though we're unable to move and taking on water. All pumps are going full out."

"Good. We'll have you towed into Port Highland soon enough, they've got a dry dock there. Evorense, are you in range?"

"Barely sir. We might be able to hit some lead ships, but we'd have to move to hit the carriers."

"Noted. All battleships, begin targeting procedures, take out the lead ships. Then we'll deal with those carriers. Suggested armaments? Aegis teams, get near those battleships, we can't afford to lose them. Assault carriers, get those helicopters up, search nearby for submarines and drop the sonars. Am I clear?"

"Sir, yes sir. It looks to be piercing shell rounds that we'll be using."

"Excellent. Patriae Fidelitas, gentlemen. Patriae Fidelitas."

The line goes dead. Looking out of the bridge windows, the admiral can see the carrier lifts already bringing fighters up. Capable of carrying 100 Fighters plus 3 refuelers and other aircraft, it will be at least 15 minutes before all planes are in the air. The planes will engage less than 500 metres from the front line of ships. With the two other battlegroups still 12 hours away, and 10 before aircraft will be in range, this will be a battle Barronia may not walk away from. They'd need all the help Void Templars and NUN could muster.


Hsin, being blindfolded, was walked to another vehicle - a lorry this time. He was driven for 10 minutes, before disembarking and being led inside a bunker.
He was taken through, left, right, right, left, right, right, before the turns became too numerous to count and remember. Finally, his blindfold was removed. He was in a white cell, bare, but not uncomfortable. A bed, desk, sink, and seperate toilet. Sat at the desk, facing him, was yet another Barronian officer.

"Wing Leader Hsin, I presume? I'm Lieutenant Harman. I'll be in charge of your detainment during your time as a POW of Barronia. Now, you're in a secure compound in Port Highland, and, as soon as this little fight is over, you'll be moved to Pan-Arab Barronia for further questioning.
Don't worry however, as you'll be kept fully fed and watered here - 3 hot meals a day, and a formal dinner with us Officers if you choose." Spotting the somewhat stunned look on Hsin's face, Harman laughed.
"Weren't expecting that, were you Wing Leader?" He chuckles again. "We're not monsters. We're not the 'pour oil down your throat' or 'electroshock treatment' type interrogators, Hsin. We leave that to the less civilised types. We believe that, as military personnel, you're entitled to some respect. Now, we've laid out some Barronian Officers Dress here, we think it'll fit. You may have noticed you were measured on your way in. We'll leave you to get dressed, and my men will come and pick you up shortly."

He leaves, shutting the heavy metal door behind him.

"Ferdelance, this is Deephound."
"Go ahead, Deephound."
"We've sighted the enemy main fleet. A good few carriers, each with 3 destroyers guarding it. And we're also picking up 3 submarines on radar. Hundreds of planes launching, I'm counting around 40 bombers, and more than 100 fighters."
"Goddamn. We don't have nearly enough power to take 'em out. Still, we cant just leave the PAB fleet to their fate. Do we have any K-50s?" the admiral asked his flight commander.
"No sir, the Guardian was carrying them. However, we have 34 torpedo bombers, and 50 more Black Toms in addition to those already in air."
"What of the Flail, and her fleet?"
"Their still en route, they won't be here for another day or two sir."
"Well," the admiral sat down. "We're screwed then. Hell, launch all the Black Toms." He turned to his radio.
"Attention, battle fleet. The Mahrian main force has been spotted. They out number us greatly, so I want a screen in front of the Lance. Turn all your flak guns towards the enemy. 3 submarines have been confirmed by Deephound. Good luck men." He turned around.
"We're gonna need it."
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To: The Venture
From: Wolf Pack
The Lance has given you command over our little group. Orders?

From: Barronian Fleet
To: Void Templar Wolf Pack

We're short on submarine weaponry until the two battlegroups arrive, and one of our ships, the Parthenon, is heavily damaged. We need the Mahrian subs taken care of, our battleships will deal with their destroyers.

Many thanks for your assistance.

"Sir, message received from the PAB fleets. they want us to take out the enemy subs."
"Rodger that. Get some Avengers up, stick Depth Charges on 'em. Oh, and get Black Squadron to escort them."
The Black Squadron, in their Vulture-class interceptors, were already circling the carrier as the Avengers took off,
"This is Depth leader. Good to have you with us."
"Your damn lucky to. We were supposed to relocate to the mainland, land in Dresdale."
"Well, thanks for the escort anyways."
The planes flew towards the hidden subs, guided by Deephound.

WOW! wait thats not my fleet your attacking is it.

OOC: I'm not heading for your waters; I'm currently stock still in a naval battle with Mahria. Not to mention that if you tried to board a Barronian ship...well...that'd be a declaration of war ;)

Hope that clarifies things.

o lol okay(Man i feel like and idiot):headbang:

Well we would like to join the battle our navy is small but we will engage them with:
1 Kirov battleship
6 Missle frigates
1 typhoon class submarine
from the peoples navy.

OOC: Sorry I haven't been on for a while.

IC: Colonel Nick Smith woke up and was ready to go talk to General Thompson because he thought it was time to attack The Sith Clan. When he got outside of his tent he saw his men running around and shooting at other soilders. He ran over to one of them and said, "What is going on here?!"

"Sir General Thompson has betrayed us. He is helping the rebels. They disabled all of our tanks and blew up our armory."

"No he would never do that."

"He did and a lot of men followed him."

"Well I guess that makes me in charge here," he grabbed his radio and said, "All engineers work on getting our tanks operational. Our new headquarters will be the south armory. Protect it at all costs. For now we will be defensive protect the engineers and the headquarters give up all other positions."

OOC: Mahria, where is that post with your guy in my camp?


IC: Once demolition group the forest, Dwanye pulled out the remote detonator..."Are you guys ready?"

"Yeah!"
"Of course!"

The whole group nodded in agreement and watched as Dwanye slowly pressed the red button...

As button was pushed, the whole stock exchange was blanketed in flames....Dwanye sat back in delight...THIS was the signal for the rebellion Soon all over the country, Rebels would overpower the foreign infidels and the crazed NUN.... thought Dwanye as he picked up his radio and spoke to one of the tech officers in the General Bunker...

"The Stock Exchange building is gone...Tell General Kraig that it is gone...The Rebellion shall commence."


...For you...NUN

People were running around screaming. News vans were rusing to the scene. And a single phone was ringing far away.

"Hello."

"The Stock Exchange has been bombed."

"Are you sure?"

"I'M STANDING RIGHT ACROSS THE STREET!!!"

"Sorry but this is huge. This means that nowhere is safe right now."

News Report:"We have just gotten word that the President has been moved to a secure location and all government building will be closed for the next month. A curfew is issued for all of New United Nations. You are only allowed to be outside between 8 am and 10 pm. Anyone found outside after those times will be arested. The military will be patroling all cities. If you see anything suspicious report it immediately."

From: Pan-Arab Barronia Foreign Ministry
To: New United Nations Internal Affairs

We are extremely concerned about the explosion at the stock exchange. We would be willing to send 1000 armed riot control officers to aid in the curfew, if required.

We await your reply.

"S.A.F Command, this is LeGuin! We are gonna need some help, over." Flint said over the radio.

"Negative, all our forces are tied up, we have two divisions in Kasniov and the rest are dealing with terrorist attacks across our country." Came the reply.

"Understood..." Flint trailed off then switched the frequency, "November and Charlie team move to Hesbin and help clean up or prepare a strong point."

"Rislo, come in."
"Rislo sir. What do you advise we do?"
"Help the local military with the curfew, and send Theta team team to try and investigate. Ask the locals, hack satellites, whatever you have to do. Just find those terrorists, capture them and bring give them to the NUN military."
"Rodger wilco, sir. Rislo out." He turned to his men, now decked out in full amour. " Alright boys, listen up. Epsilon squad, you are helping the locals keep curfew. Only arrest on sight, unless they shoot at you. Theta, your job is to investigate the attack. You have permission from Templar Command to view satellite feds from the day, CCTV cameras, anything that may help you. Once you have a positive ID on the terrorists, if they actually got out, wire a message to NUN Military Command. They'll tell us and then we'll give you support to capture them. Am I clear?"
"Yessir. We'll go to it now."

TO: Pan-Arab Barronia Foreign Ministry
FROM: New United Nations Internal Affairs

Yes we could use riot control officers. Thank you.

Upon hearing of the new imposed curfew in NUN, the Misenae Chief Constable, one Conrad Wojickowski, was summoned to the Foreign Ministry.

"Chief Constable, we've no doubt you know what's going on in New United Nations. Now, there's been a request for ARP's, so, we want to know - do you have men available?"

"Erm...well, minister...I can most certainly see what we have available."

"Good. We'll set a secure login for you downstairs, with a secured phoneline. We need to know now."

25 minutes later, the Chief Constable knocks on the door.

"Well, sir, I've been able to muster 500 men, trained in Riot Containment and firearms."

"Excellent. Thankyou Constable, your help will not be forgotten."

"Of course, minister."


At an airbase near Misenae, the 500 men are in ranks, fully geared up for transport in the Pelicans to New United Nations.

"Right gentlemen, you're in foreign territory. You'll be working to maintain a curfew from 2200 to 0800hrs. That means all-night work. The NUN will be providing you with a place to stay. As a rule of thumb, attempt to restrain the men, but, if they attack you, don't be afraid to take them down. You'll be working in teams of 5, so hopefully you won't be outnumbered. You'll have your MP5s, and don't be afraid to immobilize.

"Gentlemen, you may retire for the night, I'll see you when this conflict is over."

The officers march to the barracks.



From: PAB Foreign Ministry
To: NUN Internal Affairs, Justice Division

Once the naval battle between Mahria and PAB is finished, the Riot Officers will be flown in. We'll need to know which cities you'll require them in - it would be preferable for logistics if they could all be kept together.

PAB Foreign Affairs

sorry i havet been on latley.

From: Pan-Arab Barronia Foreign Ministry
To: New United Nations Internal Affairs

We are extremely concerned about the explosion at the stock exchange. We would be willing to send 1000 armed riot control officers to aid in the curfew, if required.

We await your reply. I already sent 500 of the peoples armed police but this would be great also.:D

Mahrian aircraft sped a goodly ways towards the Barronians, circling a little outside of easy range. The fragmentary reports of the missing-presumed-lost Wings of Javelins had instilled a greater respect for Barronian anti-air capacities.

As such, the bombers armed with conventional arms hung back with a handful of escorts. They wouldn’t be heading in until the Fish had their effect. The majority of fighter cover moved forward with the torpedo-carrying planes. The missiles started crashing into the water a few at a time. The torpedo-bearers quickly turned back to take up new payloads.

The Mahrian Fish were dangerous devices, but heavy from their large warheads and guidance systems. As such, for a plane to have ANY hope of dodging enemy fire, they couldn’t try to carry more than two. Being dropped in shifts, masses of the Fish knifed through the ocean.

Three submarines slunk along far below the air-dropped torpedoes. Their crews could make out the outlines of several Barronian ships, but didn’t want to move up and risk friendly fire.

Concealment wasn’t a concern-the Void Templar subs had already found them. The Mahrian subs gambled, broke radio silence to find their way to the bulk of their aircraft. Templar air was taken very seriously. If the anti-sub group could be lured into a dogfight and destroyed it would do open wonderful options for Mahrian subs.


Hsin was above all, practical. While he was not fully comfortable with wearing Barronian fatigues, he was much less comfortable wearing still-damp clothes. The uniform laid out for him fit as well as could be expected, and he towelled himself off vigourously with an extra shirt. The radiator in the room was an old model, but he hauled the bed over next to it and wrapped himself up tightly. He didn’t expect hypothermia, but he was still bone cold.

A long, tense, terrifying day had taken a heavy toll on him. There was not a trace of energy left in his reserves, and he let himself collapse. Harmans man who came for Hsin took one look at him and left him sleeping.
To have tried to awaken the Wing Leader would be cruel-and quite possibly futile. Harman confirmed this when contacted, leaving his new prisoner to sleep.

Updated List of The Dictator's Army

The Dictator's Army

50,000 men

Assault Rifles
Steyr AUG
AK-47
FAMAS

Bazooka
Rocket Launcher, M20A1/A1B1 "Super Bazooka"
M72 LAW

Tanks
200 BMD-1's
150 PT-76
140 Centurion Tanks

Artillery
350 M39
450 85mm D-48 Russian Artillery

Technical
200 Recoiless Rifle Technical
200 MG Technial
190 Mortar Technical

APC
340 M113 Armored Personnel Carrier's
60 BTR-40's


-More soldiers from propaganda
-More vehicles from 'Him'

THe peoples Navy opend up on the aircraft with the missle/SAM frigates rockets streeked towards the sky the sailors waited for the first impact........

"This is Black Leader. Ships from The People's Navy have opened fire on the enemy air."
"Brilliant! We got word from the Flail too, they'll be here in exactly one hour! I think we might be left alive after this. Wait until the enemy planes are disrupted by the SAM fire, then dive in and blaze them. Depth squad, get to you job while Black Squadron distract the enemy."
"Rodger, Lance, wilco."
"Oh yes, and we've launched some marines in the Carrion, armed with heat seekers. They should help if we can cover them."
"Rodger, command, give them our thanks."

OOC: The Carrion is an armored landing boat, imagine PT's with enough armor to make them immune to machine-gun fire.

"Captain, ships sighted on the south horizon."
"Radio them."
"Attention, Ferdelance, this is the Flail and here fleet. We're here to assist."
"Couldn't come at a better time. Pull up besides us and we'll give you your briefing.

Commander Singleton heard the gunshots. So had the other four generals.
all were in position and ready to attack. With the sound of the Imperial march in the back ground the Three units of men, from the North, south, and east charged in shooting at everything not wearing the Black and Red uniform of a Sith Soldier.

"Commander, the enemy seems to be focusing their defenses on an armory to the south. What do We do?"

"Well what do you think? We make our way south!" The Commander said as he picked up his Assult Rifle and headed twords the Front Lines.

Commander Singleton was posotive he would win this battle, after all he had never lost before.

Colonel Smith just got the report he never wanted to hear. He knew that there was no way he could win this battle now. But he also had a feeling General Thompson would betray them so he had a team of 1000 men ready a few miles away to back them up if he did. He had just sent them a message to come help. He knew if he held the enemy off for about an hour reinforcements would arrive. He had a chance of winning now but it was very small. They would still only have a few tanks and would be outnumbered but there was hope.

Commander Singleton was anxious to end this battle. His radio team had intercepted a message that was transmitted out of the center of the camp. he knew it was only a matter of time before reinforcements came to back up the NUN forces.


His forces on the western flank were being decimated, he had recieved no news concerning the forces sent to the south. he himself had taken a minor gunshot wound to the leg. This was not going as he had planned. untill he got the news that his forces had finally broken through one of the last walls of resistance to the Southern Armory. Things were finally turning his way.

Colonel Smith was just given word that The Sith Clan had broken through one of their last lines of defence. He knew if they could hold out for just a little longer the reinforcements would arrive.

Colonel Smith just sent an order out for everyone to retreat back to the armory and just defend it. He knew most of his men were tired or dead and he had to have them all focus on defending one small point. Maybe they could win if they could just hold the armory for just a little longer. It was taking the reinforcement longer than expected.

Commander Singleton whisperd a few more commands to his three generals that he had met up with, before they ran off. He was taking a risk but he figured he'd try it. The three divisions soon broke off and heade twords the incoming NUN reinforcements. The rest of the forces continued to try to take the armory.

"General Thompson!" The commander called out.

"Hear, what ya need" Was the traitors reply.

"Tell me about this Armory... are there any explosives in it that we could somehow use to our advantage?"

"Well..."


ooc: are there? I don't know so just think of it as a fade out then it pops up on your armory, looking at the explosives or lack of explosives... your choice.

ooc: Yeah there are explosives.

"Actually quite a bit. it's the main explosive hold for the camp" General Thompson said.

"All right looks ike we found our target. Someone order a full retreat! And bring me my sniper..."

"Wait, no what? They are retreating? Why would they do that?"

"I don't know sir but they are."

"Have our reinforcements arrived."

"Yes sir they have."

"Tell them to take defensive positions around the armory and then we will proceed to take back the entire camp. We might be able to pull this off."

OOC: I notice the sea battle is kind of frozen at the moment, so I'll just send in my 66th Tankbusters (5 A-10 Thunderbolts with Guided Air to Ground Missiles) and my 9th Terminators (7 F-22 Raptors with Sparrow III's) to Dresdale.