NationStates Jolt Archive

The Arena, Desert Region of NorthWest Dephire (1200Hours):

A warm wind slowly blew its low wake over a large protruding building that rose almost as high as a mountain. Scythis’ hair went with the wind as he bent down to pick up a handful of sand. He rubbed the sand over his hands to provide more grip for the major event to come.

Skragg, the Godsend General, was leaning against a column overlooking the action of Scythis, “Are you ready, Scythis?” he asked.

The charcoal skin of Scythis showed his Briskarn descent. He stood, holding the remaining sand in his left hand, watching as it graciously fell to the ground. “I do not know what to expect except the agony of Death, for my brother or myself. The people have come to see who will be the possessor of the Throne. I hope they will be entertained.”

Skragg was barely over twenty and appeared to be much weaker than most other people, but this was their mistake. He didn’t earn Godsend for nothing. His main combat specialization is his commanding ability, and his swordsmanship, especially with the Arbiter, his personal Godsend sword. Skragg was chewing on his toothpick while speaking, “your people will be entertained. Who would not be entertained with the two greatest warriors in the world dueling for supremacy over the strongest and most feared nations in the world? Millions flock to see two Godsend brothers fight to the death, you being the most favored, of course.”

Scythis smiled over the loyalty shown by Skragg, “I thank you, my friend, and hopefully I will survive. Something is strange, though, as if this day is too perfect. Do you not sense the unease?”

Skragg was now alert, his soldier sense exploding into gear. He picked up his sword looking in every direction for any possible threat, “Scythis, we should be cautious. Something stirs here and I don’t like it. Be on your guard even in the ring.”

“I agree. Will I have your escort? I trust you above anyone else. How is security?” Scythis smiled.

“You have my escort. I will walk ahead of you towards the doorway. From there, I shall be seated amongst the judges in the Pit. Security is solid. I think you would like to know that Jane and Coronado are in the very important person viewing boxes.”

Scythis nodded while grasping the hilts of the twin blades sheathed at his waist. “Baal, my brother, is waiting for me. My blades hunger for his flesh. They long to be quenched of their thirst for his blood. Are the people ready?”

Skragg picked up his massive sword and walked towards a mammoth sized archway. Scythis smiled again and followed him. The archway was called ‘Doras Menen’ or Death Gate in rough translation from Ancient Briskarn to English texts. This arch was the last monument seen before a bitter death, or glorious victory.

Scythis had been through the Archway before, when he went through the Trials to become a Godsend. Last time, he spared his brother’s life. This act of mercy earned Scythis his title of Godsend. At the time, Scythis did not know that Baal was his brother. In fact, they were both known only by their birth names. Scythis had been Jonathan Vega, and Baal had been Alexander Ra’Baal. It wasn’t until later that they knew of their brotherhood, when a certain conflict involving Danteri was about. This time, there will be no sparing. Scythis had to finish the job before him.

Two, ten story sized doors parted in the center, sliding back into each respected side. Skragg rushed in and sprinted across the arena. He quickly checked security and made sure there wasn’t anything that was going to ruin the match. When satisfied, he walked towards the judgment area, and took his seat.

All attention was now upon the doors. A man wearing pure white armor was walking into the arena. This wasn’t any usual armor; it was the armor of a Godsend. He did not put on his helmet, but rather held his helmet in his left arm against his waist. Even from a distance, you could feel the power emitting from the young man entering the Arena, both political power and physical power. The armor he wore gleaned in the sun brightly, nearly blinding anyone who glanced at the armor for too long. At each of the man’s sides was a three foot long sword. They were named ‘Armul’ (left) and ‘Jarmul’ (right) or ‘Rose Thorn’ and ‘Rose Blade’. A massive sword was sheathed on the man’s back. This sword was forged by him and was made entirely of Arumine, a metal stronger than any other. Godsends forge their own blades to meet with their own abilities. Arumine is a metal that a Godsend has sensitivity to. It’s a very faint sense, but all Godsends are trained to ‘feel’ the metal.

Even with the armor and weapons, Scythis walked as if unburdened towards the center of the Arena. He looked outwards to the crowd. Almost three hundred thousand spectators had managed to fill up the first three additions of the Arena. There were still sixty thousand seats empty, but it would be a safety hazard to fill the Arena up entirely, advice given to him by Skragg himself.

The Arena itself was an architectural marvel. It was built in several additions, each taking up to ten years to complete. In all, there were four additions, each capable of one hundred thousand people if needed. The Arena is structurally sound, mostly comprised of arches and pyramids for a solid and rigid design.

A lone man was in the center of the arena. He was grizzly, shackled, dirty, and battered beyond recognition. There was evidence that he had been tortured, and he stood with a slight slack, a sign of exhaustion. Despite this, the man held his head high. A large extravagant sword was in a stone clasp to the left side of his person. The shackles were removed, but he did not shift his stance. He looked forward with determination as to ignore anything around him. Although, it was apparent that he sensed that his brother was near and he shook when Scythis spoke.

“You are being tried and convicted of Treason against the Nation, against the Godsends, and against the Emperor! You have yet learned your place in the caste system created by our ancestors! You do not acknowledge the chain of command! You do not follow any laws that have been written! The punishment for such acts is Death by execution. I am your executioner! You have spilt your last blood of innocence. Now brace yourself for total condemnation!” Scythis accused Baal of his wrongful doings.

“You are no Godsend!” Baal yelled. He then spat on the ground before Scythis.

“Pick up your sword. The execution begins at once!” Scythis backed up three steps and vanished from sight.

Baal grasped the hilt of his Godsend sword. A solid ‘thunk’ sounded, his blade was released. He raised it out of the stone prison. The feeling of the hilt was a familiar feeling, a smile spread across his face. “At least I die a Godsend,” he spoke quietly to himself. Baal could not see Scythis. Sweat soaked his shirt, the only protection provided to him. “Where are you, False One?!” He yelled out loud.

“Right here,” Scythis replied in a hushed whisper from behind Baal. Baal swung in the direction of where he heard the voice, but there was no connection.

“Show yourself!” Baal exclaimed.

“You need to pay attention to sound. Your eyes blind and deceive you.” Scythis shimmered into focus, but fully appeared twenty feet away from the apparition. “I could be here or…” he disappeared, “Right here!” Scythis slashed Baal’s back with Jarmul, the Rose Blade.

Baal screamed in pain and agony. Some how, Scythis was pulling a trick of the mind. Scythis was toying with Baal, trying to figure out how to kill his own brother the quickest way possible. The visionary trick was just mind games. He was turning Baal’s mind against itself, trying to implant fake images by making Baal think Scythis were elsewhere than where he truly was. Baal swung where the voice was. Scythis chuckled at his brother’s confusion. “It’s working,” Scythis told himself as he sheathed Jarmul and unsheathed his Godsend sword, Arumile.

Baal stood erect, blood trickled from his back side. “You are no Godsend for you would have engaged me without hiding!” he yelled at the air.

Scythis was now irritated. What was fun now turned to frustration. He came out of hiding behind his psychological ethereal running towards Baal with great speed. His Godsend blade rested on his shoulder as he lowered the shoulder in preparation of a Godsend Power Strike. He charged towards Baal with the determination of a snake striking at its prey, swift and relentless.

Baal was too late to see the attack. Even raising his sword to shield the blow was not enough. Upon contact, he was knocked several yards backwards, narrowly missing a pillar. A shattered Godsend blade was in his hands.

The moment seemed lost in time as Baal flew backwards. Slowly trudging along were the moments of the blow. The shards of his sword were now like shrapnel, cutting his body in many places. Baal slammed back to earth and time was normal, the sand stained with blood.

Scythis knew he had just dealt a crippling blow. His facial expression was now more serious than ever. Duels were meant to be serious, but this one was about more than just life and death, it was about power. If Alexander took back the throne, then that would be the end of the nation…the end of the World. Scythis sheathed his mighty blade, and knelt on one knee. This was a sign of great respect. He would not strike while his opponent was down; this very same act of respect earned him the title of Godsend.

The crowd was in awe. None had seen such a fight as this. They watched at the edge of their seats as Baal flew in the air just to come crashing down to the ground. It was odd not hearing even the chirping of a bird for silence was all that occupied the Arena, and nothing more.
"Look, he stirs!” A voice cried out just as all thoughts of Death nearly sunk in. Everyone looked at the mass of flesh, bone, and blood rise. A small smile was on its face, “I don’t die that easily,” it spoke. Baal spoke this with no fear, but his body trembled and he fell.

Scythis unsheathed both of his twin blades, an impressive show in itself. He brandished them with such fine swordsmanship that the crowd forgot the site of Baal and cried out their pleasure and entertainment.

Baal managed to stand up once more, but this time he held a long shard from his now broken sword in his hand. “Die, False One! Die like your race has died long ago! Die like your pathetic family! Die like the Godsends will die after I’m gone!” He screamed as he began charging towards Scythis.

Time seemed to move slowly as Baal ran towards Scythis; his heart beating loud and clear with every step. Scythis’ heart was racing with adrenaline, he expected this kind of an attack and poised for the defense. The Godsend posed as Baal drew nearer. Scythis even believed he could hear Baal’s heart pounding as Baal was within range. He slashed upwards with his Rose Thorn to disarm Baal, and then he spun around so he could plunge Rose Blade into Baal’s heart. Afterwards, and out of reflex, he pulled out the sword from Baal’s heart, and decapitated Baal. Scythis watched as his brother’s body fell limply to the sandy ground, the head rolling towards his feet.

Scythis came to the Arena to end his brother’s life, and he had done just that. He turned towards the judges just as he heard Skragg yelling something. Skragg was too far away to hear, but he read his lips. “Get Down!"

A loud crack echoed throughout the Arena. Scythis felt as if something punched him in the chest extremely hard. He began to fall to the ground just as Skragg attempted to dive and push him out of the way. On the way down, Scythis looked at his chest where he had been struck, blood.

(OOC: This is the first of two possibly three posts to set the mood point. I made this post appear as a cliff hanger, just to draw attention. So try not to send in any forces until the situation has been confirmed to the masses, even if the event was televised to the world. The second post is going to rewind back to the time that this occured to show what was happening outside the Arena at the same time. Now, can anyone help me choose which plot is better: Religious crusade against the nonbelievers, supporters of Baal seeking vengence for their leader's death, or a new faction rising from the shadows to take control for themselves?)

OOC: This "Baal" died a proper death, so I'd not expect people wanting revenge.
So options one and three, I personally prefer option three but you could make option one work.

OOC: I personally like option one, either way, I have feeling that Iragia's re-built military is about to get its trial by fire...and it'll be a hell of a trial at that

3.

'Nuff Said.

Anyway, I wondered what happened to Alexander Ra'Baal. One Day, He's there, then the next day, this Scythis guy comes along.

OOC: This closed to those you listed? Or can others barge in?

OOC:
Actually, the thread is open for anyone wanting to join.

Alexander Ra'Baal did have his fair term. In fact, he was the leader when I started playing this Nationstates thing. Scythis, aka Jonathan Vega, took the throne during the Danteri Conflict.

After more thought, I believe I may be able to mix the first and third choice with some twists from the second choice, but more so the first and third choice.

Ah, wait till everyone finds out why Baal was killed so easily! :p

OOC: He was drugged by a secret organisation to make Scythis become overconfident so as to lower his guard and become vulnerable to being sniped off, all to open the way to this secret organisation taking control of the government?

OOC:
Actually, the thread is open for anyone wanting to join.

Alexander Ra'Baal did have his fair term. In fact, he was the leader when I started playing this Nationstates thing. Scythis, aka Jonathan Vega, took the throne during the Danteri Conflict.

After more thought, I believe I may be able to mix the first and third choice with some twists from the second choice, but more so the first and third choice.

Ah, wait till everyone finds out why Baal was killed so easily! :p

OOC: I may get in on this . . .

:eek:

OOC: He was drugged by a secret organisation to make Scythis become overconfident so as to lower his guard and become vulnerable to being sniped off, all to open the way to this secret organisation taking control of the government?

That would require an 'inside man', his head of security seems a likely suspect.

Or it is 'the nobody'.

OOC:
Secret organization taking over? Not likely.

Some rowdy recknecks from the backwoods? Possibly.

OOC:
Secret organization taking over? Not likely.

Some rowdy recknecks from the backwoods? Possibly.

OOC 'Twas an option wasn't it?

OCC: Go with 3. Rednecks ftw

For the love of God, three. It would make for a much more interesting story, especially if the group was heavily militarized...

OOC: Even though i wasnt asked to be part of this, i would have to say number three would be interesting to see.

Can i come and destroy everything with my army yet?

Can i come and destroy everything with my army yet?

Hahahahahahahaha! Now that is funny joke.

It was meant as a joke right? ;)

OOC: Trann, he was joking, lay off. Besides Dephy probably would like us filling up his thread with Spam.

OOC:
Alright, looks like I have to do this in secret because I'm due to have relatives come for a visit. Grr. I post these things always at a wrong point in time!:mad:

I've got a prototype Antigran HMG i'm working on, i could ship the 5th prototype to you, then the relatives won't be a problem...

(That pyschiatrist guy was right, i do need to stop senseless murdering. Which is why i put a lot of thought in to this one...)

OOC UPDATE:

I have written about eighty-five to ninety percent of the post on paper. Tomorrow, with time permitting, I will write the rest down and then convert it to a fully typed entry. So far it has reached roughly two or three pages of paper with small handwritting, so you can expect a somewhat lengthy entry. After the second entry, I shall post a third entry that is shorter than the first two. The last one should be the 'okay guys, come join the pool party' entry. Sorry for the long wait.

Apocalypse Tank Home Defense Division III-A, Desert Region, Dephire (1200 Hours)

Dwane Rice was the Field Commander in charge of defending th Arena from any possible assault. His family has some resemblence to Africans. He wore a similar uniform to generals of Nigeria. The hair atop his head was shaved extremely short. Rice kept himself clean. He read from his favorite magazine, "High Caliber", as the air conditioned WarDog crept along the sand. Four Dephirian Apocalypse Tanks crept alongside Rice's vehicle on either side of him. Five hundred soldiers marched infront and behind the armor. Rice had only just recieved his rank. The former field commander died just the night before and so Rice had been sworn in to take th job. Little did anyone know that the former holder of the postion had been poisoned.

"Site Zero comint up in two minutes." A small speaker on the WarDog squalled.

Rice looked up from the article he was finishing, "I want everyone to create a perimeter around the Site," he spoke into a communicator. A round of "Yes sir's" followed.

"This is 'Ghost', I'm in position. The fight has begun. Baal is being toyed by Scythis. I have instruction to fire upon the victor. Is that affirmative, sir?"

"Affirmative, Ghost. Stay in position until the victor is solid," Rice responded to the person on the opposite communicator.

Ghost was the 'Ace' in Rice's hand. He was perched in a private viewing box. Ghost gingerly set a long aluminum suitcase down on the floor beside him. As he opened the case, he held his breath. The case's lid popped open as gases escaped revealing a long barrelled rifle incased in stiff foam-like material. One sixty-five caliber round was set in the top right corner of the foam, just above the butt of the rifle. Everything was polished extremely well. The rifle was a Dephirian-Grade weapon of last century. It was suicide to use this weapon due to the powerful kick it has. Ghost would be a suicide sniper on this mission.

He looked down from his window, the rifle against his shoulder. The crowd was silent, which was a bad thing. Then he noticed Baal flying several yards backwards. Ghost calculated wind speed and angle of the target, and adjusted accordingly. "Not much longer," he spoke into the communicator, "looks like the match is almost over."

Rice smiled a rather toothly smile. His men were ready, having the entire structure surrounded. "Alright, it's time to show who we really are!" Within a matter of moments, every soldier tore off the Seal of Dephire. Underneath was a brightly colored emblem, the emblem of Briska and of the 'Lone Wolf'. Rice picked up his communicator and said one simple word, "fire".

Ghost was still setting up the thirty-five pound sixty-five caliber rifle. To reduce the massive kick the rifle made, Ghost set up a hydrolic suspension stand. When fired, the hydrolics slow down the recoil eventually stopping it within three to four inches from the original setting, which is better than going for broken bones and massive internal injury.

He looked down at the battle. Baal had stood up and was apparently trying to charge at Scythis. "Any moment now," ghost spoke to himself as he steadied his aim. In on swift thrust, Scythis killed Baal. Then, in another, Scythis was able to decapitate his brother. Ghost looked through his scope, narrowing in on the red dot displaying on Scythis' chest. "One shot, one kill," Ghost said in his mind as his finger tightened on the trigger. "Fire," came a voice from the communicator. It had been Dwane Rice. Ghost did not even hesitate. He pulled the trigger instantly. The kick that the rifle produced was enough to knock Ghost out, but he was smiling.

The Arena (1210 Hours)

Scythis had one tear in his eye as he turned around towards the judgement area. That was until he felt the air knocked out of him.

Moments earlier, in the judgement area, Skragg's senses were now in full spectrum. He sniffed the air like a dog on an unfamiliar scent trail. That was when he noticed a small red dot on Scythis' chest, right in the center. "Sniper! Scythis get down!" Skragg yelled loudly, but Scythis seemed to have not heard him. So, Skragg did the only thing a loyal soldier could do, run. He ran straight at Scythis with all the speed he could muster. Skragg dove towards his leige with the velocity of a cannon, figurativily speaking of course. A loud crack did not help his effort.

Skragg and Scythis crashed into the ground. Scythis was bleeding from his chest, with no sign of stopping. "We need medical assistance now! Lower us down so we can get to a hospital! Delthar Scythis has been shot!" As soon as the order was given, the concealed platform began descending to a lower level. At the same time, a concealed hatch nearly three miles away opened.

This was when things became hectic. As the two Godsend warriors descended, the south wall of the Arena began to crumble. Rice took every opportunity to make all matters worse.

Rice was sitting tight in the air conditioned WarDog. As soon as the screaming started, he ordered his troops to fire upon the structure. Within moments the southern wall began to crumble. Thousands of people began flooding out just to be met by automatic fire and hundreds of corpses piled up and continued to pile up. Five Apocalypse Tanks aimed each of their huge twin cannons towards the wall, then fired simultaneously. Now debris along with more bodies flew into the air. Soldiers with shoulder missiles fired at the wall as well.

Underground Escape SCRAM Jet (1215 Hours)

Skragg barked orders left and right. Nurses were taking off the armor Scythis was wearing as well as keeping pressure to his wound. They were rushing towards a large sleek aircraft inside a hidden cave beneath the Arena. "Get aboard now! The walls are coming down upon us as we speak!" Sure enough the integrity of the foundation was beginning o weaken. Soon, the structure will fall on their heads.

Everyone boarded the aircraft quickly as the engines heated up. Everything was going along smoothly as the runway lit up, until rocks began falling from the ceiling. "Let's get this old bucket of bolts moving! We have a bleeding Emperor back here that needs immediate attention!"

The pilot turned around, "Hold fast, this may get a bit bumpy. Don't want you to lose your lunch!"

"Now don't be getting smart with me! We-" Skragg just lost his lunch as the solid fuel boosters kicked in.

The takeoff was easy. Dodge a falling rock here, don't run into rock there. Easy stuff for experianced pilots such as the two in the cockpit of the fine SCRAM Jet Delta Alpha were veterans of the Danteri Civil War, Captain John Reynolds and Captain Mac. These two well experienced pilots flew the rather old and outdated model quite well, and flew it out of the tunnel through the hatch.

The Arena (1217 Hours)

The southern wall collapsed with such power that it ripped a hole in the ground underneath. With the supporting foundation gone, the entire structure just fell. Rice was lucky to make it out alive, but he lost almost his entire group. "Sir, the operation was a success. Site Zero is now Ground Zero. All people within the structure are dead including all Godsends. They made it seem so easy!"

"Good. Now return to base. We need stage two to be complete. Now there will be no resistance when the Outer Rim finally retakes the land that was once theirs! Briska will be resurrected and an empire reborn!"

Delta Alpha, Flying Over The Ruins

"Sir, they were just popping up everywhere! The entire northeast coast has gone berserk with enemy activity! Our ground forces are confused!"

It hadn't been but six minutes after the private leer jet that Alexander once flew in took off and now questions are being asked. General Skragg held his head in his hands. He felt helpless while sitting in his seat. This day was supposed to be simple, but now it has become a nightmare.

"Hey Mac! Leave the General alone!" Reynolds playfully punched Mac in the shoulder.

"I'm just sayin' that this situation we are in is just messed up! The only bad part is that our fleet with most of our soldiers is off floating near Los Mexico for refueling and rest!" Mac retorted.

"Will the two of you please be quiet? Scythis is in critical condition, if I am not mistaken. Am I mistaken, Nurse?" Skragg spoke softly.

"Yes, he still is in critical condition. We have stopped the bleeding and he is stable, but we need to get him to a hospital soon. God, I thought all of the Briskarn Race were extinct! Who would have known that our own Emperor was a Briskarn! Fancy that!" The Nurse smiled, then she recluded to the back of the aircraft to check on the Delthar.

Skragg laughed to himself, "My Emperor is a Briskarn! Har har! Now I am truly proud to be a Godsend under his name! Rey and Mac!"

"Yes sir?" both replied.

"Vega is a Briskarn!" Skragg chuckled.

Both Rey and Mac were supporters of Baal, were being the keyword. Ever since Baal lost their faith, Vega had gained it. Now they looked at each other with smiling faces. "Looks like the warrior super-race is alive and kicking!" Reynolds laughed himself. "Yeah, looks like!" replied Mac. "Wait...Scythis is in critical condition?!"

"Scythis was shot. That is why we had to leave immediately. Now pay attention to your piloting before you crash us into another mountain..."

(({[Moving Along To Next Morning]}))

Dephirian Capital City, Alexandria (800 Hours)

"Alright people, I need to know what the hell is going on here!" Skragg was being told things that he didn't like. Overnight a rogue faction had formed and declared war against Dephire.

"General Skragg, we have identified the distinct emblem of what we believe to be Briska. However, there is a rather disturbing twist to the whole mess." One of the upper-mid class ranked soldiers spouted off.

"There always seems to be the twist, so what is it this time?" Skragg appeared annoyed.

"Sir, the twist is that they are also identified as the 'Lone Wolf'. From what our historians could gather, Briska used to be all of the current Dephirian territories within four hundred miles from the mainland's coast. This would mean that Gemini and the Outer Rim were also part of Briska. The 'Lone Wolf' is the last known saviors of the Briskarn people. With this and their recent activity, I think it's safe to say that the 'Lone Wolf' is trying to bring back Briska."

Skragg seemed rather furious, "So, it's another civil war brought to our doorstep? I thought we were done with civil wars! We finished off any hatred in our nation with the reformation and restoration of our nation! There is no more hatred!"

"They are attacking Hammerfest as we speak. With our forces currently spread thin, the great majority being sent to lands close but not within one thousand miles of Blackhelm."

"How long till Hammerfest falls?" Skragg questioned.

"Hammerfest will fall in ten to twelve hours. Then, Dephire will fall within two to three weeks."

"Why didn't the Coastal Defense Cannons just destroy them?" Skragg asked.

"Because, they read a friendly signature. Now they are too close to fire upon." Replied the soldier.

Skragg paced angrily back and forth. "What is the status of Scythis' health?"

Another soldier, much higher ranked than the previous, spoke up. "Scythis' health is unknown. At the moment he is in a healing coma."

Skragg looked confused, "healing coma?"

"Some how, he shut off all unnecessary organs so he can redirect all attention to healing, breathing, and digesting nutrients. It's really rather remarkable, but given the time, unecessary."

Skragg nodded, "you all may go. Send word to anyone needing it. Dephire is now at war with itself, again. May the gods have mercy on our souls."

OOC:
Heh, a bit lengthy..yes? BTW, Captain Reynolds and Captain Mac are from the Danteri Civil War a long time ago.

OOC: I assume I can post now?
Crytosis-Ulth, Dasei's Spire, Uldarious. 1:12 AM Uldarion Universal time.

Chairman Alexance Rejin Uldarion walked briskly to the military briefing chambers, his six grey-coated guards walked three steps behind him, their footsteps rising and calling as one. Their jet black hair and scarlet eyes marking them as Fourth Generation Enhanced humans as clearly as the fact they were the Chairman's personal bodyguard.

Alexance walked through the open mahogany doors to the military briefing chamber, inside Tasai Nukura sat behind the long hexagonal ebony desk, a dozen lower ranked staff were buzzing with speech and pointing to various sections on the large display monitor.

A hush spread over the room as Alexance entered, "Tasai, you should have a very good reason for interrupting my sleep. Talk."

Alexance was taller than average, but the violet-eyed Tasai still overtopped him by half a head, all the same Tasai bowed his head. "As you wish Chairman, our ally Dephire appears to have a situation on their hands, a civil war as they announced not an hour ago."

Alexance digested the information, "I see, and the status?"

Tasai poitned to the board, "not well, as you can see from the display Dephire has most of its troops off overseas and thus they were unable to stop these rebelling forces, if we do not intervene...I would say Dephire will fall, also, these events seem to have started with the assassination of Scythis, or Jonathan Vega, I believe."

Alexance arched his eyebrows, "assassination?"

"Yes Chairman, reports state that he was shot shortly before chaos enveloped the arena where he was engaging in a duel to the death with his brother. However, the reports were very muddled and many of the witnesses were dead, so it might not be true..."

"Assume for the moment that Scythis is alive, how many troops can we send to aid them?" Alexance asked.

"Something in the order of twenty million, once all is said and done, at least five million if we don't want to fully mobilise," Tasai responded.

"Only that many...I thought Uldarious could have at least thirty million men sent away..." Alexance said.

"Yes, but we don't have enough ships to even transport that many men to Dephire," Tasai responded.

"Very well, begin to mobilise four armies and two mechanised armies, organise a naval task force,begin to issue Letters of Duty to however many reserves you deem fit. Anything you wish to add?" Alexance asked.

"No your Transcendence, I see your decisions as a good one. We do not want to deploy too many men lest Dephire be taken over before they arrive. However, how will we let the government know we will be supporting them?"

Alexance thought for a moment, "the government isn't destroyed yet is it? I'll send a message myself, if they can hang on long enough...Dephire is our ally through the ADAN and through trade links, we owe them enough that we should make our willingness to support them known, Alexance responded.

"Yes sir, I will begin to bring the forces together, they should be ready to sail from Lorric Harbour in a week at most, Tesee naa gata mi, Shriushii," Tasai said and bowed.

"Shriushii," the staff echoed.

"Blessings be upon them too," Alexance said as he left.

Encrypted Message to the Government of Dephire

Uldarion Communications
Version S2
Revision 7
Encryption system "Heliolicht"

I know not how much of your government remains, nor who holds power, however upon hearing news of this rebellion I find Uldarious must act to support your nation, both our of obligation through the ADAN and personal desire to help an ally, as you read this message Uldarion soldiers are mobilising to come to your aid.
If you desire or require our aid then please respond to this message with all haste, so we may know how much support you require, as I am sure time is of the essence. However if the situation is under control, or you wish to deal with it domestically them please inform us as soon as possible.
If no reply is received within one week a fleet will be launched to support you.
Surely this is dark news indeed, may fortune bless the loyal citizens of Dephire in this time of peril and may this trouble end swiftly.

Alexance Rejin Uldarion.
Chairman of the Incorporated States of Uldarious.

Northeast Seas Off The Dephirian Coast(0700 Hours)

The timing was just right for Kane. He heard reports that Scythis had been assassinated. Now Dephire was ready to fall before the might of his military. He ordered one thousand ships to make sail for the most powerful of all Dephirian installations, Hammerfest.

Outer Rim fighters, mostly comprised of SU-47's and F-22's, soared towards the base as they escorted massive B-52 bombers. Below them, four supercarriers were pumping out more fighters. Amphibious crafts moved forward towards the destination at a steady pace.

"We are the nation of Briska risen from the ashes of old to take back what is rightfully ours! Will you allow these people to keep you from your home? No! Will you allow these people whom are not Briskarn to take our lands and call it their own? I think not! Dephire is nothing more than an empty thought lost in the world of realism! Their forces are scattered trying to expand their false empire, well this is our time to strike! We, the Lone Wolf, shall strike with such ferocity than none can defend from! Our first target, Hammerfest, the old city of the Ancients that the Dephirians destroyed. Are you willing to fight?" Kane sounded rather patriotic for his cause. Thousands of soldiers lined up to join his belief. Now these thousands upon thousands of soldiers were piling into amphibious crafts and sailing for Hammerfest.

Hammerfest Installation, Northeast Dephirian Coast

Alarms sounded throughout the complex. Red spotlights lit up the skies. These were the warnings of an air raid, of an invasion. Soldiers rushed to their trenches and bunkers to prepare for whatever is to come, and what came just frightened the entire group. A black cloud of aircraft was heading straight for them and several hundred amphibious ships were plowing through the rough seas.

The command center was in high alert. Screens flashed red as they picked up the several hundred enemies. "I order you to fire upon the enemy aircraft! Now!" General Adams roared his orders to the soldiers working the targeting computers.

"Sir, we have multiple problems with the systems. The targeting computers are recognising the enemy as 'friendly', but we can not override it without the Emperor's permission." Lieutenant Savage reported solemnly.

"We can not do that with Scythis being in the hospital now can we? I say you hack the system and get to firing those Costal Defense Weapons now!" General Adams stormed out of the room.

"Computer, open fire upon enemy fleet. I repeat, open fire on enemy fleet now!" Lietenant Savage ordered the computer. The computer began processing the command, and then it replied with a reluctant "Yes sir."

Five Stonehenge Class Rail Cannons poked through the mountain side, each aiming straight at the cloud of aircraft quickly approaching. A count down commenced, "Firing defensive coastal weapons in five...four..."

Several of the aircraft saw the new threat. "Oh great, almost forgot about...those," Captain Rem spoke through his chin mike, "um...dive everyone. Dive! Why aren't you diving? Fire!" Upon his order, five long range air to surface bunker buster missiles were fired, aimed at the nozzel of each cannon.

"...one...firing now," the countdown had completed. The five cannons hummed loudly, vibrating the mountains violently. Then five bright streaks of light shot out of each barrel. Within moments, they exploded several miles away. An electromagnetic pulse along with shrapnel tore the aircraft fleet to pieces. The specticle was so amazing that no one noticed the five tank buster missiles screaming towards the cannons. Each missile entered the large nozzel of each barrel. They then exploded destroying the cannons and much of their surroundings.

"Sir, malfunctions in the Coastal Weapons Systems! We have lost control of the Stonehenge Class Rail Cannons!" Savage nervously typed on his keyboard.

"What? How could we have malfunctions?" Adams questioned.

"They..they are destroyed sir." Savage reported sadly.

Burning debris and flaming corpses fell to the ground, showering the amphibious crafts with their grime and fuel. Despite the circumstances, they pushed on. Soon enough, they were walking on hard sand. Gun fire erupted between the invading force, and the very few Dephirian soldiers. Machine guns sprayed the shore with bullets. Hundreds died within the first few seconds, just to be followed by hundreds more. The invasion had reached Dephire's shore.

Dephirian Capitol City, Alexandria (0815 Hours)

"Hammerfest has fallen, General Skragg. Lone Wolf has decided to build up their forces to prepare for their next move." Captain Reynolds reported to the alert Godsend.

"Prepare our forces for a counter strike. I shall lead the assault. How is Scythis doing?" General Skragg spoke with uncertainty.

"Scythis is...still healing. We do not know if he will or can recover." Captain Mac was the one to answer this time.

Skragg was about to reply, but someone burst into the room. "General Skragg, we have a message from Uldarious that may need addressing to."

Skragg took the message from the man's hand and read it quietly to himself. "Stuard, prepare a message for our fellow comrade."

"Dear Comrades of Uldarious,
We are still uncertain the condition of our leader. This...this new threat is just disturbing. Assistance would be most appreciated. Please send them to Alexandria. Do not attempt to retake Hammerfest for we do not have intel on the full extent and power of the threat. Thank you and good day."

KENSINGTON HALL, AUSTON, ANTIGR

Captain Roger McCallister rounded a corner of the wide avenue, the back end of the standard modified BMW 550i swinging away a bit.
The siren blared and the blue light he'd slammed on the roof was having some effect, as the motorists were pulling over to let him past.
He tore round another corner doing 75mph, and then he saw a turn off to the left.
Witout bothering to touch the brakes, he swung the steering wheel left, and was soon approaching a checkoint. Five soldiers looked up, one carrying a LAW, so the Captain slowed down a bit to 50mph and showed his dispatch rider pass, before tearing through the checkpoint milliseconds after the gate had been raised.
The BMW raced into the courtyard, before McCallister got out and raced across to the main door, showing his pass to the platoon or so of infantry, and the two special bodygaurds from the DC.
He pelted toward a reception desk.
"Ma'am, I'm a dispatch rider, i've got to see the presi...
"Derek will take you" the receptionist said, moving her SMG out of the way of her chair before rising and gesturing to a man in military gear near the lift.

THE PRESIDENT'S OFFICE

"...Civil war?"
"Yes, sir, civil war"
"Jesus christ"
"Also, Scythis has been assasinated"
"Huh?"
"Jonathan Vega"
"Jesus christ, again"
"Also, sir, i have a letter"
President Joseph Martin took the letter and read it, every second the 'holy cow' expression on his face getting stronger.
"Critical condi...


Rebels...


Military ov...


Ah, geez"

He rose from his chair.
He placed the peice of paper down on his desk.
He straightened his tie.
And pelted for the door.
"MISS ANDERSON, GET THE DEFENCE MINISTER ON THE PHONE! I WANT A MEETING HERE IN TWO HOURS! GET THE FOREIGN AFFAIRS MINISTER TOO!
CONTACT DEPHIRE, I WANT THEIR GUY WHO'S IN COMMAND NOW ON THE LINE! GET ME THE HEAD OF THE AIRBOURNE, AND THAT GENERAL IN CHARGE OF THE ARMY! AND THE HEAD OF THE AIR FORCE! AND THE NAVY!
I NEED THE ANTIGRAN CRISIS REACTION FORCE COMMANDER HERE AS WELL!
TELL HIM THAT PRETTY MUCH MOST OF HIS FORCE IS GONNA BE IN DEPHIRE WITHIN 36 HOURS!"
The Captain stared as he charged out of the office and his shouts got further away.
"That one was a record-breaker"

"Mr. President, Dephire on the phone"
"Thank god. Hello, who is this?"

OOC: Could this call be answered in IC please?

*Iragian National Defence Headquarters*

The Iragian Prime Minister, Michael Theriault, had joined his top military commanders, and much of his cabinet, in the NDHQ in order to witness the execution of the Dephirian who had ordered the bombardment of the Iragian southern reaches following the end of the Sovereign League invasion. The broadcast had been aired throughout the nation, and the Prime Minister felt it was only right that the civilian and military leadership of the country gather together to watch the event.

They were hardly prepared for what happened, the assassination of Scythis, the destruction of the arena, and now the reports of civil war erupting across Dephire. The Prime Minister has ordered the military to high alert, and the Minister of Defence had issued mustering orders for all reserve units.

As the military gathered on the southern border, and air and naval forces scrambled to deploy, the Prime Minister composed a message for the leadership of the Dephirian colony south of Iragia.

To: Dephirian Castamere Colony
From: Prime Minister Michael Theriault
Subject: Dephirian Civil War
Message:
We have seen the duel, and subsequent assassination, and have seen the reports of civil war erupting in your country. We have significant concern for your colony and its stability, and safety, and are unwilling to see the civil war spread to our southern border. We are thus offering to temporarily take up the defence of your colony as a protectorate of Iragia until such time as this conflict has ended, and peace and stability returned to the empire. Know this, that even if you refuse our offer, and the civil war does spread to your colony, we will be forced to take action to ensure the safety and stability of the lands south of our border, and indeed, the greater continent of Castamere. This is not a threat, it is a promise to protect your citizens as if they were our own, and to ensure that peace is maintained on this continent. If you are in need of any assistance during these troubled times, know that Iragia stands with you, and we will do whatever is necessary to assist.

*Hamilton Armouries*

The city of Hamilton, the predominant city of the Iragian military-industrial capability, was now brimming with citizen-soldiers. Part time reservists rushed into the armouries located throughout the city, where they trained on weeknights and weekends, and donned their olive-drab uniforms, and slung over their flak vests and web harnesses. Proper body armour with ballistic inserts were few and far between at the armouries, and were stockpiled at the major military bases. As they rushed into the weapon vaults, they received their weapons, a basic model AK-47, eight magazines, a bayonet, a cleaning kit, and sling. Grenades were issued out as well, and each soldier donned a rucksack packed with spare food, water, and ammunition. The soldiers massed into logistics vehicles, buses, and gun trucks. The small number of armoured vehicles were loaded up onto flatbeds, until a senior officer and a representative of Iragian National Armaments showed up.

"Troops, just got word, we're cracking open the war stores!" the officer yelled out.

The troops headed outside, where buses and trains were arriving with reservists from other cities, and they headed over to the war stores facilities, part of the large INA complex. There were stored thousands of BMP and BTR armoured vehicles, retired from service with the introduction of the IN-101 APCs. The war stores also packed large amounts of ammunition for the vehicles, and troops clambered into the old vehicles that they had trained on before the IN-101 entered service. The vehicles were outdated compared to Iragian vehicles presently in service, but were superior to the trucks they would have been riding into battle in.

The vehicles were driven out to the trainyards to be loaded up, while the wheeled BTRs moved south on the major highway. More and more trucks and buses headed south, while Iragian regular army units massed on the southern flank, just on the edge of the DMZ, if the war spread to Dephirian Castamere, they would intervene.

Initial reports were staggering...

Reports of Baal's execution, followed by the attempted assasination of Vega, the Dephirian President, coinciding with the shooting of Former Prime Minister Claudious Griffencrest of Blackhelm Confederacy was alarming enough.

This was shortly followed by an impromptu declaration of war by what appeared to be remenants of the 'Lone Wolf' clan of the Briskas, also known to be the original residents of the Outer Rim and Gemini regions of Dephire...

The Hurtians would have to deploy troops within the next 48 hours...

Then reports showed that the Stonehenge cannons went down...
Make that 24 hours, and with a some long range coastal artillery in tow for a stopgap defense network...

To top all this off, CHIA was reporting increased military activity within Iragia, they were mobilizing, for total war...
The Hurtians need to be there NOW!

But the sad truth was, 3/5ths of the entire Hurtian Navy was posted on the Blackhelm border, so, even leaving the absolute minimum of 1/5 of their navy in reserve, the Hurtians could send just barely enough ships to be considered a 'speed bump' should anyone try taking advantage of Dephire at this time.

Let alone what would happen if the Hutrians were caught with troops on ships and on the ground at the same time...

But it was all a chance they had to take.
--------------

CHIA headquarters, deep inside a mountain in New Roanoke Island.
It was a dimly lit room, illuminated only by the eerie red lights and computer monitors, on five large screens, one could see the ruined areana, the busted down Stonehenge cannons, Iragians in Hamilton mobilizing for war, the Hurtian force deployed along the Blackhelm border, and one screen filled with static.

Constant fighting in space and the inability to repair Hurtian satallites almost garaunted that at least one would be out of commission, that last satallite was supposed to be giving constant updates on a top secret operation, an investigation would be soon launched to see what had caused the malfunction.

A man who appeared to be a high ranking officer spoke first:
"So... the Dephirians are in a fix? That pretty much screws up Operation Mousetrap doesn't it?"
"Well, sir, it would have helped if anyone from ADAN or GASN knew what Operation Mousetrap is..."
"Enough of them know what it is, has the cat moved since we let him out?"
"Only one of the kittens"
"Don't underestimate Iragia, they're connected with all this whether they know it or not, still, watch for any more cats or kittens in this fight, this conflict will be like catnip to them..."
"You just refferred to one of the targets by name..."
"Does any of that really matter?"
"I guess not, sir."

General Skragg had put on the light weight armour he had designed for himself, which was rather fancy chainmail with plates on the vital areas. His sword was slung over his shoulder as he stood in the back of a specially designed Mobile Platform Vehicle. Things usually didn't worry the Godsend soldier, but now life was so messed up that he began a list of phobias and an even longer list of worries. Scythis had not yet recovered from surgery. In fact, it was unknown if he would ever recover. Hammerfest had fallen admist the uprising of Lone Wolf in the Outer Rim, following their patriarch, Kane.

Dephire had not seen true civil war, not like civil wars from foreign lands. It's civil wars were usually brief and usually remained in one area of interest. Now the tables have turned. The cities flooded with enraged people rioting because of the news they had heard of their beloved Emperor. Store windows were smashed and the stores were looted. Businesses had to close down. Even the police force was not strong enough to subdue the riots.

"Man! I hate this darn sand! It gets everywhere! Ugh!" Captain Mac shook his boots trying to get rid of the sand. He whined in utter disbelief that it wouldn't disappear.

"Man Mac, you get awefully irritated about alot of things." Captain Reynolds replied.

"Guys, I hate to be the bringer of bad news, but Rem was killed at Hammerfest." Captain Yuri, another Danteri veteran, reported.

"Those sick Lone Wolf bastards! They will pay for this!" Mac became flustered.

"No...Rem was in the attacking Aircraft fleet. He destroyed Hammerfest's main defenses!" Yuri sadly revealed the truth behind Rem.

"He...he could not have! Rem was my friend! Why would he do such a thing?! He wouldn't do such a thing!" Mac takled Yuri to the ground. Soldiers rushed to get him off of Yuri. A gunshot in the air stopped the entire struggle.

"All of you need to calm down!" The shooter was Skragg himself. "This is completely pointless! We are going to Hammerfest to try and recapture it and here you are fighting. Well I am just sick of it! Remain aware of your duties and later we can discuss who would do what, am I clear?"

Mac stood up straight and brushed off the sand that had covered his uniform, "Clear as crystal, sir."

"General Skragg, you have mail." A soldier, HellKnight class, whispered into Skragg's ear.

"Thank you," Skragg whispered back. He read the message from Iragia, and then responded:

"I thank you for your hospitality, but I ask that you do not make presence within the DMZ or within five hundred miles off of our southernmost shores. Other than that, any assistance you offer will be accepted. Do not toy with me. If I see you as a threat, then I will not hesitate to destroy you myself if I get the chance. Now then, how is everything else?"

He sent the message just as his communicator rung. "Hello? This is Godsend General Skragg of the Dephirian Army. Why is it that you have called me and how did you get my communicator's frequency?"

Lorric Harbour, Military docking areas 1-28 GREY, Uldarious, 11:34 AM Uldarion Universal Time.

Tasai stood on the dock, his thick black double-breasted coat shielded him in part from the biting chill, but Lorric Harbour was always below-zero and there was no escaping it. It was also one of only four ports large enough to house the Uldarion Naval Militant Department. Even standing in the middle of the harbour one couldn't see the sides of the massive space.

"When is the Tesaura getting in damn it?" Tasai demanded roughly, the decks in front of him were filled with dark grey-coated soldiers marching orderly to troops transport vessels, supply trucks and containers being lowered into ships by crane and a continuing circulating flow of military hardware.

"Sorry sir, it left an hour ago, the fleet is already beijng assembled at the Yvell Straights. We just need to finish the loading logistics and troop carrying vessels and we are good to go, unfortunately that'll still take another day or so," a white-coated aid responded over the howl of the wind.

Tasai looked as the Feathermore class Super Dreadnought, the Neshii, began to leave the port, it was one of two ships that would serve as the HQ of the fleet, the other being the Pacitalia class 'Galleon', the Tesaura.

"Fine, I just wanted to see that my orders were being fulfilled, the Chairman will be more than displeased if I fall short."

Lorric Harbour, Military HQ, 1:09 PM

The high-domed building's corridors echoed with footsteps as Tasai stepped into his briefing room, the generals he'd hand-picked for the Dephire operation stood lined up inside, six in all.

"Sir!" The men said as once and saluted smartly, right hand to left breast and bowing slightly.

Tasai responded in kind before talking, "I will make this brief gentlemen, I have picked you because you seem the most competent. By now you will all know we received the go-ahead for our operation to support the Dephirian government. To that end I will appoint once of you Lord General, as the forces are not large enough to warrant a Director-General yet. You men are all to serve who I appoint without question, for he represents the will of Chairman and State, do I make myself clear?"

"Yes sir!" the men responded.

Tasai scanned their faces, some were lightly line, some were smooth, they were a disparate lot, from blond Easterners to tanned and dark-haired Northmen. "Norn Agranaval," Tasai called.

A small slight man stepped forward, his pale brown hair and bright green eyes shone as he knelt, "yes Director," the man responded.

"You are now Lord General for this Operation, henceforth you will have command over this operation, do it well and you retain your rank. From now on this operation will be called Operation Saviour, I'll leave this in your hands for the moment, I must make my report to the Chairman," Tasai said with a nod and pressed the badge of a Lord General into the man's hand, a purple enamelled diamond edged in clear crystal.

Norn bowed, "yes Director, I will fulfil the will of Uldarious to the best of my abilities."

Tasai left and Norn stood, "well then, let us get to work then eh? Tasai wants us to be ready as fast as we can, and we'll do it. Tenninsai, you'll be in charge of logistics for this operation."

A tall, pale man with dark hair and eyes nodded, "As you wish, Lord-General."

OOC:
By the way, only combat strength is ever recorded in Uldarion discussion.
For instance if they say ten thousand men, it means ten thousand men with logistics, not all-up.

Will list all forces being sent next post.

Blackhelm Border:
On the bridge of the HTS Dunkirk
Flagship of Task Force 3

Admirral Mark Gatsbey was appalled by the orders he was given, not only was his task force being removed from its post, but he was being ordered to resign his command, effective immediately, to some punk who he never met.

An "Lt Major Omar P. Liner" apprached the bridge from the helipad, armed escort in tow, just in case Gatsby wasn't feeling like letting go of his past.

Liner:
"I'm sorry it had to end this way, but the Depherians are in some serious trouble, and this fleet has the proper facilities to do so, we shall keep you as a supervisor to help me better understand the particulars of this fleet."

Gaurd:
"Ummm, that wasn't part of the orders..."
Liner:
"Shut up..."

Gatsby:
"I've been commanding ships before you were born, why should I give command to you?"

Liner:
"First off, you are getting old, sir. Secondly, your services will be needed elswhere and you shall not be capable of commanding this fleet from your new post. Third, I'm not asking."

Liner then pulls out a HAP-655 PDW and points it at Gatsby...

30 minutes later...
The Dunkirk, and the rest of its fleet, started to raise anchor and leave their holding pattern 1,000 miles from Blackhelm.

Something could be observed being tossed overboard from the Dunkirk, if one was bothering to observe it of course...

Also following them was CV-01 HTS Independence.

Meanwhile, Task Force 5 was raising their anchors off the shores of New Roanoke Island, bound for Depire.

On the Island of New Roanoke, members of the Hurtian Army lined up behind military transport aircraft, preparing to land in Dephire.

OOC: I'll just let everyone guess what/who went overboard, in the meantime, I'll try and keep the Army deployment sensable.

OOC: That's a rather odd change of command ceremony lol...

IC:

To: Dephirian Leadership
From: Prime Minister Michael Theriault
Subject: Iragian Intervention
Message:
I do not wish conflict between us, I do not wish conflict at all. We will remain at the border, and will not cross into the DMZ at this time. I will remind you however, that should your civil war spread to your holdings here in Castamere, we will take action to protect the innocent men, women, and children of your colony. You may not care much for this place, but this continent is our homeland, and we cannot, and will not allow Castamere to be torn apart by the internal conflicts of a foreign empire. Thus, I reiterate, if the conflict spreads to Castamere, we will take action to quell the belligerents, and we will hold your lands as a protectorate until Dephire sorts itself out and can once more resume control. This is not a threat of fighting against Dephire, it is a promise to fight FOR Dephire should the conflict spread.

*Southern Iragia, along the DMZ*

There was always a strong, fortified line along the Iragian/Dephirian border. Iragia hadn't forgotten the bombardment of Galacey and the southern reaches, they hadn't forgotten the fall of Baker's Landing, the siege of Antioch, the airborne assault on the northern mountains. They hadn't forogotten the dead men, women, and children that littered the streets. While the other powers were long gone, Dephire remained. Dephire, the enemy that had the gall to seize lands south of Iragia, and to set up a colony. A permanent reminder of the horrors that had befallen the nation in the years before. Iragia hadn't the strength to drive off the Dephirians before, but now, now they were strong. Now they had warships, fighters, bombers, helicopters, now they had a large, well trained, well equipped army. One dedicated and united in common cause, in defending Iragia, and in garnering justice for what had occured before.

Thus, the rumour mill had ample fuel as soldiers massed, ready for anything.

"It's only a show of force, we aren't going anywhere..."

"I heard we were going to invade and annex..."

"I heard the Alliance was behind the assassination, and that we're all going in to wipe out Dephire entirely..."

"No we're not you fool, we're doing exactly what parliament said, preparing to go in and restore order in case things get out of hand down there..."

As soldiers discussed the latest events, more troops arrived. Fighters thundered overhead, flying their patrols, as recce craft proped into, and past, the DMZ with their sensor suites. The first groups of reservists from local towns were arriving and organizing in the rear area. If the army did move, the reservists would take charge of the defensive positions while the better equipped front line divisions advanced forward.

KENSINGTON HALL, AUSTON, ANTIGR


"General Skragg?"
After a few minutes of conversation, explaining what was going to happen, The president ended the call, but instead of putting the receiver down, he pressed the black button sitting between the emergency button and the number buttons.
"Miss Anderson, get me the defence minister"
"I'm patching you through...Okay, he's on the line"
"Hi, it's the president. Look, uh...come meet me in the bunker"

THE SECRET BUNKER UNDERNEATH KENSINGTON HALL

John Therreson's footsteps echoed through the concrete tunnel, second only to the sound of his panting.
Despite been the defence minister, he'd only been into the bunker once.
He slowed down and saluted the guards, who let him past only after checking his pass.
One of the guards, a sergeant, pressed a button on a control panel and the 16-inch thick door began to open slowly, aided by a 500hp engine but slowly nonetheless.
Eventually, he stepped inside.
The President was looking up at a large screen.
Suddenly, he turned to face John.
"Joseph, wha..."
"John, listen carefully. I want you to raise the DEFCON level to 2"
"That's...But...Holy Cow, man, do..."
"Do it. And, uh...ah...begin deployment of the crisis reaction force and the airbourne.
Begin...Operation Sega, otherwise Operation M-000-382"
"M-Triple zero? Wow. We've never had one of those since this place was set up. The biggest we've come is an M-Double zero"
"John, i know the code. Let it begin"

MOUNT KIRIOV ARMY BASE

Private Gerrason walked along the concrete path, his ever watchful eye scanning the horizon for any sign of trouble. His job as a sentry did, admittedly, get a little bit tedious.
Suddenly, a red light began to traverse the camp and an alarm sounded.
A crackle came from the camp PA.
"Attention. Attention. The DEFCON has been raised to level 2.
Operation Sega has begun. Just like you feared, folks.
Planes are going to be coming in on the airstrip. Three divisions are going to be coming through here, getting on them planes and flying out to dephire to be paradropped or landed there. Meanwhile, extra security around here. All air support personnel on standby.
1st Battalion, 557th Rifles, you are scheduled for guard duty. Get them helmets on and those guns loaded and get into the compound.
Other news, general Sandrez is coming back from the war in Mer de Ennuis to lead the campaign. You thought that war was big, now he's coming back to this one. Shows you what this one's gonna be like.
That is all"
Gerrason stared on at the speakers as did the rest of the camp. No-one quite got what was happening.

OOC:
That is not what Skragg had said. I had already spoken what he said in my last post.

Telegram:

Diplomatic message:
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From: Prime Minister Milo Travrick, People's Republic Of Hurtful Thoughts
To: General Skragg, Dephire

We have strong reason to believe the Iragians are planning upon a military action that coincides with the death of your Prime Minister, perhaps in some twisted form of retaliation for the death of the Blackhelm Prime minister and CEO of Griffincorp, who was involved in a number of illegal activities prior to his death.

We have already started deploying one of our fleets from new Roanoke Island, which shall arrive at your shores in about a week, joining this group will be Task Force Three, one of our most elite units in counter-insurgency and paramilitary warfare. We may also send troops and supplies by air, in which you can expect a 3 Army divisions within 24 hours, followed by a full division of rail artillery to compensate for the loss of your Stonehenge cannons.

One of my aides has brought me a timetable fow what units shall be brought and when:

By air:
12 hours:
1 Mechanized Division
1 Battalion of Marine Raiders*

24 hours:
2 Mobile divisions
*The rest of the Marine Raider Division

48 hours:
5 Militia divisions
1 Railgun division

All subsequent flights shall be supply drops to cater to your needs.

By sea:
5 days:
Hurtian 5th Fleet
1 Division of Hurtian Marines

7 days:
Hurtian 3rd Fleet
1 Division of Hurtian Marine Raioders

Sarajevo, Dephire (0935 Hours)

Skragg hadn't even left the area before recieving a telegram from an ally, Prime Minister Milo Travrick of the People's Republic of Hurtful Thoughts. The small fourty thousand man force had begun pushing through Sarajevo, the third largest city of Dephire with a population pushing five hundred million people. Skragg picked up his communicator, which directly linked him to the Primary Naval Fleet that had been floating in the same location for weeks.
"Current Admiral of the Dephirian Royal Navy Primary Fleet, I order you to immediately make your presence in the waters off Deconter. There is some threats imposing on our blind spot that need to be resolved. If Iragia so much as move an inch inside our 'none enterance zone', then you are to use as much force necessary to destroy not only those forces, but everything within Iragia's border."

Skragg closed the communication just as it was sent. Then he ordered his troops to gather any recruits possible. Riots here were not a problem. As soon as the rioters saw Skragg and the fourty thousand men, they dispersed peacefully. Many offered to assist in the battle for Hammerfest. This made the fourty thousand soldiers instantly jump to sixty-five thousand soldiers. Fourty-six Apocalypse Tanks soon joined as well, bringing their total to seventy. Scythis' status was still unknown. All they knew was that he was stable with brain activity on the rise, but nothing to show that he was 'recovering' at the rate of him waking up in the near future.

"Alright, let's move!" Skragg ordered the recharged force. Before they mobilized completely, he sent a reply to the PROHT.

"I thank you for warning me about something that would have been most undesirable. As you are well aware about, Dephire had their navy situated near Blackhelm as well. Now they are heading back to Deconter, the territory of Dephire that was claimed from the Iragian home continent. If you would like, you can assist in a coalition against Iragia in case it does elevate to our most feared thought. Dephire can resist occupation. If three billion people choose to revolt against foreigners, then three billion people will mass a revolt never before seen. I wish you luck, and God Speed!"

Dephirian Primary Royal Naval Fleet, One Thousand Five Hundred Miles From Blackhelm (0936 Hours)

Admiral Sumter, recently promoted after Jane was reported dead, accepted the orders without question. The fleet had swelled to well over six thousand ships in the duration of their stay, mainly from the reinforcements from Los Mexico. Now they high-tailed it back to Deconter so as to impose the "Holy Crap" method of intimidation. Not only was Sumter in control of the main naval battle fleet, but he was in charge of distributing over fifteen million soldiers, one million DeathKnights, and five hundred thousand HellKnights. This made his job much easier. Upon accepting his new orders, he contacted the current governor of Deconter, Governor Richard Powerhouse.

Dephirian Controlled Territory (Deconter; 0937 Hours)

Richard Powerhouse lived up to his last name. He pushed towards an extremely powerful economy with an equally powerful military. Scythis himself put Richard incharge of Deconter's safety, and he was proving himself as the weeks went by.

The current population of Deconter was roughly twelve million, mostly veterans of the military or currently active members of the military. Within weeks, they had set up several small cities with one major city, New Ghray. There were three primary army bases (Bo'Vaurk, Viet'Ka, and Dorleas), two airforce bases (Vetka and Cravan), and on major naval port (Suncier). Among these three were roughly five million military personel, which lived there taking on 'civilian' roles. They built a network of defense tunnels, weapons, vehicles, and structures in case Iragia ever decided to pull a fast one if Dephire was ever in trouble. Well, Dephire is in trouble and there is a tension being felt from their northern neighbor. Richard knew this even before he was notified by not just Scythis, but Admiral Sumter as well.

"Ha! I knew I wasn't crazy! Those Iragians were just waiting to get their grubby hands on this land! They were the ones who gave it to us in the first place! Now they want it back? Well I will give them a fight to remember! Ha ha ha ha! That is, if they ever have the gall to come in and take it from me! Attacking Dephirian soil right after our leader was nearly killed by an assassination attempt, that just makes me sick. Sick and furious I tell ya! I swear that if they so much as cross that DMZ one inch, I will destroy Iragia in it's entirety!" Powerhouse was fuming at the satellite reports that were placed on his desk.

"They wouldn't dare attack us, sir. We still will be able to destroy whatever military they produce because Dephirians are more experianced than any of their soldiers. We've been around alot longer, and thus we can outnumber them. Our HellKnights and DeathKnights will be bored at a free-for-all shooting range! That's what I tell you, sir!" A Godsend Knight assigned to Powerhouse sounded encouraging as he patriotically spoke. "Iragia wouldn't stand a chance."

"Iragia could stand a chance if they contacted their Corporate Alliance bretheren, but then we'd have our Stonehenge Cannons to counter them. Well, that and the Aggressive Defensive Alliance of Nations. Above all that, our naval fleet is only sixteen hours away!" Richard was reassuring himself.

"Yes, just sixteen hours away and it'll be over for Iragia if they choose to strike. Until then, we are at peace." The Godsend Knight nodded confirming his own choice of words.

"Skriem, draw up a communication to Iragia..." Richard told the Knight.

"Dear Iragians,
I just recieved intel that suggest you are about to attempt in annexing Deconter for your own personal gain. If this is the case, then allow me to warn you that the entire primary Dephirian Naval Armada is on it's way. It would be a shame to destroy your precious country, because I was actually growing a liking towards your nation as a neighbor. Well, I'm through with this. If you are attempting to attack, you do so with severe consequences in your future. Take warning as to what Alexander did to your border with just three Stonehenge Class Rail Cannons, for we have many more just waiting to be fired...good day!"

Operation Saviour Task Force, Uldarion territorial waters, Yvell Straight, 3 PM

Norn Agranaval sat in the bridge of the Neshii, his new dark blue uniform fit well, he examined the readout from the fleet, two more missile Cruisers had just joined the fleet, the last of the combat naval equipment. Most of the troops and logistics were done too, it was heartening because it meant they were a couple of days ahead of schedule.

"Inform Tasai that we will be able to set sail tomorrow, from then on I can't be sure how long it will take to reach Dephire, but it should not be too long," Norn ordered.

Task force naval military detachment.
1x Feathermore class Super Dreadnought UUMNV Neshii Flagship
1x Pacitalia class Galleon UUMNV "Tesaura"
1x Argentine class Galleon UUMNV "Yaasha"
13x Establías class Battleships
2x Indestructable class Aircraft Carriers UUMNV "Heman", "Lossi"
21x Carranzei class heavy Missile Cruisers
200x Paramount class Air Defence Vessels

(OOC: Dephire where exactly ARE you in the world? Just roughly.)

(OOC: I know this sounds rather...against true RPing standards but just wing it when coming down to location because Dephire isn't incorporated into Real-World Earth. Heck, I don't even have a stinkin' clue where I have Dephire. All I know is that Los Mexico, my very first country taken over, is about two-to-three thousand miles south by southeast of my nation. Other than that, everyone just has to wing it...:()

OOC: okay, well I'm deep Antarctic south, but my nation extends to a few hundred kilometres below the equator.
So what we'll say a few weeks to reach you?

OOC: Sounds fine to me.

Light began to flood the plains as the small mobile army pressed onward towards the mountain range. Most of them did not carry guns, but did carry swords for they were much easier to use and lighter to carry. Tanks dotted the sea of men and women, towering over them at least four fold. They had four Scorpion tanks in the very back as well as two long range artillery mobile units. WarDogs crept slowly in the front of the group in case a fast moving enemy showed up.

The plains themselves were rather flat and dry despite the early morning thunderstorms. It was a strange question as to why the land was not inhabited by Dephirians. Most of the population did stay within the metropolitan area, but none ventured into the plains. They would venture more so in the desert areas, thus why San Salvadorea is so far away from the capitol.

Nearly one thousand soldiers were in the small army. Skragg had pulled the rest from the outskirts of Sarajevo just before they left. Now they were heading towards the 'Bogravouk', a train-like vehicle on a magnetic track. It was the new way of getting into Hammerfest after the main tunnels were destroyed by erosion. This vehicle could carry the entire force along with plenty of space. It was even built to transfer every single piece to build a Stonehenge Rail Cannon, but no one really ever tried it.

Right now they were on a wide paved road that seemed to go on for miles to the northeast. One long column of troops marching towards an unknown enemy. Their thoughts were rather plain, "Kill those who killed Scythis." The reality of it was that Scythis had not been killed, but their mindset was that he had been killed. Skragg pushed them onward, despite their resentment. He knew that they were getting closer to the train, especially when he saw a lone telephone cubical without any telephone pole to be seen for miles around.

"Alright everyone! We have reached our destination." Skragg looked at the confused expressions of his people. He then picked up the phone and dialed five numbers. The ground began to shudder as it lowered ten stories under the groud. Everyone was taken by surprise, but surprise was not something taught in boot camp. The mile long platform was just enough to get most of the troops. This left the rest to guard everything above the ground just in case something bad happened. "Pile in! We have a long trip ahead of us!" Skragg ordered every soldier, tank, and fighting vehicle to get into the massive and long train. However, only ten Apocalypse Tanks could fit inside the train.

SOMEWHERE NEAR A DEPHIRIAN AIRFIELD, GENERAL SKRAGGS'S AREA

The MGT-32 Transport Aircraft slowed down as it's engines were throttled back. Antigran Air Force Flight Lieutenant Schiemer lowered the mouthpeice on his helmet so he could speak into it.
"This is the Antigran Crisis Reaction force lead party. Request permission to land, over."
Silence.
Schiemer looked over at his partner. "No Dice"
"Try again then"
"This is the ACRF, sorry, Antigran Crisis Reaction force lead party. Request permission to land, over."
Schiemer looked crestfallen. "Not working. We'll just hav...
His voice was interrupted abruptly by a crackle from the radio, followed by a faint voice.
"This is Dephirian Air Traffic Control. We will have to check your authorisation with General Skragg, or someone else in authority. Continue circling above the airfield"
"Roger that"
Schiemer pulled back the door between the cockpit and the main compartment to reveal several ACRF troops.
"Not long now, folks"

OOC: Dephire, at the end of the last war you claimed you would keep 10,000 personnel in the territory, and that they would also act as a complement to the police force. Now, you have 5 million? And what kind of naval/air assets do you have? I tried posting this before, but it didn't work and I lost my rather well-written post. I'll give it another shot...

IC:


To: Richard Powerhouse
From: Prime Minister Michael Theriault
Subject: Dephirian Conflict
Message:
I have no intention of attacking or annexing your territory, nor have I ever had such thoughts. I have pledged to aid you and your people should the civil war erupting across Dephire spread to your territory. Yet in return for my promise to shed Iragian blood in your defence, and the defence of the innocent civilians there, you have threatened us with annihalation. When you first came to Castamere, you fired upon our cities, you murdered our civilians, and yet you claimed that was never your intention. You claimed you came here in peace to restore peace, and order. Yet you started to build military bases just south of our border, and when we protested, you again threatened us with annihalation. We relented, agreed for peace and trade between our nations and thought that maybe at long last we saw the true Dephire. We were wrong, for even as your nation spirals down into internal conflict, after the assassination of your leader, we pledge to aid and protect your people should the conflict spread. What do we get in exchange for offering our aid as good neighbours, and damn me for ever thinking it possible, friends?! We are once more threatened with annihalation. You have shown the true measure of the Dephirian people. You have shown us what you truly are, merciless, bloodthirsty savages who seek the slaughter of the innocent, who seek bloodshed, who seek to tear the world down around you. I pity you, for I know that when you at last die, what will likely be a violent death, you will spend all eternity in the abyss with the other monsters of the world.

OCC: Guess Ill type this up again. I love them forum crashes late at night.

Rescuro Final, Balsa

"Duely noted Patrick." Supreme Chief Oliver Peterson said to his Security Counselor. He had gathered his top advisors he decided to help out an ally with their little domestic tranquility problem. Peterson continued.

"After weighing the opinions of this group, here is what I believe we should do: Immediately dispatch the Ludaos and CMI officers. We will send 1st Tercio Command under General Guerro, 10 K men last I checked. One Marine Division and One Marine Raider Division will make their way over with the 3rd Fleet. If any more forces are needed, they will be sent. Do I have your aproval?"

The group nodded with agreement.

"Good, lets get moving. I want the Ludaos their yesterday."

The most powerful people in the nation exited the room and Peterson sighed. His term in office was coming to an end, and he had hoped not to endure another international struggle.


http://www.nationstates.net/images/flags/uploads/luchamos.jpg
From: Supreme Chief Samuel Jorgensen of the NPL
To: General Skragg, Dephire

The Nomadic Peoples of Luchamos will stand by our allies in their time of need. Within the next two days our special forces specially trained for these situations will arrive. Please let me know where you want them to land and set up operations.

Our 1st Tercios Command of 10K men will be arriving in about four days, they are highly trained in defensive warfare, and will set up a safe area for our forces to operate from, then move on.

Two divisions of marines will arrive in about a week with our 3rd Fleet. Details on the ships will be sent once they are underway.

If you need more help, by all means let us know.

OOC: Dephire, at the end of the last war you claimed you would keep 10,000 personnel in the territory, and that they would also act as a complement to the police force. Now, you have 5 million? And what kind of naval/air assets do you have? I tried posting this before, but it didn't work and I lost my rather well-written post. I'll give it another shot...

IC:

OOC: Waiting on this answer, I've been hired to do a job by a group here whose name is an acronym.

OOC:
And there are only ten thousand, the rest are in fact taking on civilian roles in building up defenses etc. Also, Antigr...I've stated once that you may not put words in my people's mouths. Now please, wait for me to post my responses, otherwise (and I hate to do this) I will ignore your posts.

IC:

Richard Powerhouse's brows were rather furrowed. He typed like a madman trying to respond to the Iragians.

"My message was not to be taken as a threat, just a minor warning if you were in fact wishing to take Deconter for yourself. Otherwise, I see nothing else wrong. In this time of hardship, we need as many alliances as possible. The main reason behind the armada is to defend this area in case Dephire was taken over..."

He stopped and sent the message.

OOC:
Dephirian Naval Armada;
Flagships
Dephirian-Class Capital-Ranked Flagship (Carrier) (5)
-->Apocalypse Tank (III) (200) (40 each)
-->Dephirian BattleTank (II) (50) (10 each)
-->Dephirian WarDog (250) (50 each)
-->Sailors (1,200 each)
-->HellKnights (SuperElite Soldier) (2,000 each)
-->DeathKnights (Elite Soldier) (7,000 each)
-->Soldiers (3,000 each)
-->Dephirian Fighter {A} (20 each)
---->Pilot (1 each)
--> Dephirian Bomber {A} (20 each)
---->Pilot (2 each)
Dephirian-Class Capital-Ranked Flagship (Submarine) (6)
-->Sailors (500 each)
Dephirian-Class Capital-Ranked Flagship (Battleship) (10)
-->Apocalypse Tank (III) (410) (41 each)
-->Dephirian BattleTank (II) (110) (11 each)
-->Dephirian WarDog (550) (55 each)
-->Sailors (3,000 each)
-->HellKnights (SuperElite Soldier) (3,000 each)
-->DeathKnights (Elite Soldier) (8,000 each)
-->Soldiers (10,000 each)

Anti-Air
Dephirian-Class Capital-Ranked Anti-Air Cruiser (300)
-->Sailors (1,500 each)
Dephirian-Class Capital-Ranked Anti-Missile Cruiser (250)
-->Sailors (1,000 each)

Super Battleships
Dephirian-Class Capital-Ranked Godsend (400)
-->Sailor (1,000 each)
-->Godsend Knights (250 each)
-->HellKnights (500 each)
-->DeathKnights (500 each)
-->Soldiers (4,000 each)
Dephirian-Class Capital-Ranked HellKnight (1,000)
-->Sailor (500 each)
-->HellKnights (750 each)
Dephirian-Class Capital-Ranked DeathKnight (1,500)
-->Sailors (500 each)
-->DeathKnights (1,000 each)
-->Soldiers (500 each)

Cruisers/Destroyers
Dephirian-Class Capital-Ranked Destroyer (1,000)
-->Sailors (500 each)
-->Soldiers (1,000 each)
Dephirian-Class Capital-Ranked Anti-Sub Cruiser (1,000)
-->Sailors (500 each)
-->Soldiers (1,000 each)

Aircraft Carriers
Dephirian-Class Capital-Ranked Aircraft Carrier (10)
-->Apocalypse Tank (III) (400) (40 each)
-->Dephirian BattleTank (II) (100) (10 each)
-->Dephirian WarDog (500) (50 each)
-->Sailors (1,000 each)
-->HellKnights (SuperElite Soldier) (2,000 each)
-->DeathKnights (Elite Soldier) (5,000 each)
-->Soldiers (2,000 each)
-->Dephirian Fighter {A} (20 each)
---->Pilot (1 each)
--> Dephirian Bomber {A} (20 each)
---->Pilot (2 each)

Submarines
Dephirian-Class Capital-Ranked Submarine (Anti-Ship) (100)
-->Sailors (100 each)
Dephirian-Class Capital-Ranked Submarine (Missile) (100)
-->Sailors (100 each)

Transport Ships
Bokra'Voule Transportation Ships (1,000);
-->Sailors (1 each)
(300)-->Apocalypse Tanks (II) (2 each)
(200)-->Anti-Air Gun Mobile Platform (II) (4 each)
(100)-->Soldiers (50 each)
(5)-->Gattling Cannon Mobile Platform (I) (10 each)
(100)-->Dephirian Artillery (LR) (2 each)
Dephirian Artillery (MR) (6 each)
Dephirian Artillery (SR) (4 each)
(95)-->Dephirian BlackWasp (2 each), Dephirian ScareCrow (1 each), Dephirian Attack Cycle (I) (4 each), Dephirian WarDog (2 each)
(5)-->Anti-Air Missile Mobile Platform (III) (3 each)
(95)-->HellKnights (10 each), DeathKnights (40 each)

Total Ships: 6,681
Total Sailors: 3,420,000

Total Godsend Knights: 100,000
Total HellKnights: 1,010,950
Total DeathKnights: 1,868,800
Total Soldiers: 4,490,000
-------------------------
Total Army Force: 6,560,750

Apocalypse Tanks (II): 600
Apocalypse Tanks (III): 1010

-=-=-=-=-=-NOTE-=-=-=-=-=-
I have included Los Mexican, Outer Rim, Chitzeland (New Louisianna), Gemini, and wherever else I have colonies to help level out the mega logistics and to also balance out the TAF. Over the years, Dephire has been able to develop those amounts of ships because of all of the territories it has acquired...and because they have a large workforce. This, my friend, is just the Primary Naval Armada. There are three others, but they are drastically smaller in size...

The Lone Wolf was originally organised nearly three thousand years ago as a defensive military to protect the people of Outer Rim. Over time, the alliance eroded to near nothingness, and eventually disappeared for almost two thousand years. This was the time of the first Scythis and the creation of the Godsend.

During the two centuries before Scythis' time, a race known as the Briskarn was created. Bred for strictly war, this race was nearly perfect. They could withstand harder blows because their skin was several times thicker. Their muscles were thick and stronger than normal humans. Even their bones and anatomical structures were bred into the Briskarn. The result was a charcoal skinned warrior race. They averaged six and a half feet tall and all had silver to white hair.

They weren't bred by mistake, in fact they were an experiment done by a race known only as the Ancients. Eventually, the Briskarn broke from the mainland and sailed to a new undiscovered land just to the northeast. Naturally, they called it Briska after the name of their race. Now, they weren't all perfect. Some Briskarn were merely by-products of the experiments. These byproducts had reverse effects, such as muscle weakness and poor reflexes. Those such byproducts were cast into the sea where they usually drowned.

Because the Briskarn were such fine warriors, they developed hightened skills with a broad range of weapons. It was even said that they could name every single weapon you could possibly produce, and then they will tell you how many different ways you can kill someone using that weapon. Though, their favorite weapon of all was the sword, more particulary very long swords. Some Briskarn were so talented that some were able to calculate how to deflect an incoming bullet, but this claim was never fully proven.

Overtime, the Briskarn broke away from the outside world completely. They developed their own technology all by themselves. Guns, Cannons, Explosives, Communication Devices, and everything else modern tech nations take for granted they created without ever looking at another nation's work. When the Dephirians began to explore, they were surprised in seeing the Briskarn having the same technology as themselves. The only thing was that this technology was unique. It was made to be used by a Briskarn. Thus weapons were more powerful than normal, etc.

All of this led up to the Briskarn Wars. Having been running low on resources, the Briskarn began attacking and claiming lands in Northeast Dephire. They had spread so far inland that they were seeing the Dephirian Sea on the horizon.

Dephire began to become offensive, only to come to their own failure. Led by Scythis, the Dephirians retreated far into the western mountains where they could be safe well within the walls of Sarajevo (now San Salvadorea). Just two days after the retreat, Briska had arrived with two million soldiers.

The Dephirians were severely outnumbered, but their hearts were with their land. They marched straight out to meet the Briskarn. On that day, a great hero and leader will rise. Scythis charged ahead of his soldiers to prove how brave he was and how much courage he had to take on the entire Briskarn army for his country. Briska eventually retreated when well over half their army was defeated and the Dephirians began to outnumber them.

When the Briskarn retreated back to their land, they began to die off. Dephirians eventually began imigrating to Briska, further disrupting the race. Several more wars followed and millions more died, until there was one recorded Briskarn left alive, a mother bearing twins.

This would be Scythis' mother. Her name was of no importance, but she knew her children's lives were at stake. She named Scythis "Jonathan Vega" because it sounded like a normal name. Her other child was named Alexander Ra'Baal.

The two boys grow up together, but were constantly picked on for being of different colour. One day their mother was murdered, and so they ran away. They ran far into the desert region of Dephire before a band of marauders attacked them. Thinking his brother were dead, Scythis ran for his life. The two were almost exactly alike, but only their faces and some distict features were different. Both bore the charcoal grey skin and silvery hair, like the Briskarn before them.

It has only been a few years since that day when Scythis and his brother were attacked by marauders. In fact, it had only been about fifteen years. Scythis lay unconscious on his bed in the hospital. He had no dreams, at least not in the state he was in. Historians called it the "Briskarn Healing Technique" because the Briskarn had developed it to heal faster. Basically, they shut down all nonimportant body functions, organs, and other things so that the body can focus primarily on healing. This is what Scythis' body was doing. It was a traight handed down to him through several millenia of breeding the perfect race. Now it had become his greatest enemy.

OOC:
Sorry, I just didn't want to post anything important while everyone was gone. I also wanted to put in a bit of history for everyone to know. :p

Captain Thortan sat in his chair on teh bridget of the new Super Carrier Eagles Eye. He knew what was going on, they still had a small force on the mainland they were sitting off in Iragia. He knew that this was not a good situation, he was told by his commanders on the land to not interfer unless Iragia said to interfer, yet he had his code to protect innocents that were to be sure involved.

What he figured he could do is send over spy drones over the land of Dephirian to see how things were going of recent. He turned and ordered such commands. He also sent a message to Admiral Leer on the situation to the south of him. Thortan also knew that 5,000 troops is not enough to help defend an invasion of Iragia. So he decided to order his fighters to carry anti-tank and anti-personal ammo.

He then sent a personal message to the commander of the Iragia forces in the south, tellign them:

*Attention Iragia commanders*(encrypted)

I wanted to let you know of our knowledge of what is going on. It doesnt look good for the Dephirian forces. They have lost strategic locations in their nation. I have seen a small force of what the Dephirians have managed to force together, though i fear it might not be enough. I will continue to send what i find out to you and my own commander with the forces that is still in your nation.

Captain Thortan

*End Transmission*

Operation Saviour task force, Uldarion waters, outside the Yvell Straights.

Norn sat back in the captains quarters, at the last minute the fleet had more than doubled in size, with the addition of the Third National Navy, command said it was because they felt extra escort forces were necessary, moreover that the former weaker force would have been really quite unrealistic.

It was a simple formation, the Neshii rode at the head of the formation while the Yaasha and Tesaura provided focus points to either side. Two more Argentine's brought up the the rear, the Tvar and Sai. Filling in the space between them Battleships and missile Cruisers formed most of the defence with Paramount air defence vessels spaced all through the fleet, somewhere around the pack of submarines that had recently arrived would be lurking.

The fleet was only to be used as the defence for the force, the ground forces would be doing the actual fighting, and dying, if all went to plan the dying would be minimal. Besides, it was expected that Naval battles would not play a significant part as Dephire still controlled their navy. Still Norn did not like leaving himself so under-guarded, still, speed was the factor and it was considered acceptable by Tasai that the fleet was rather under-gunned. Norn grit his teeth Cyth Vanillion would have sent air forces to friendly bases, used air to continue to reinforce and let the navy take its time, but Tasai said it was too risky, as if the state they were in was not just as risky. Well, it didn't matter, if Tasai failed he would be disposed of, the Chairman, blessed be his name, did not reward failure without explanation. If Dephire fell Tasai might find himself even in the Flaying Square, Norn shivered to think of it, but as a Lord-General the worst he'd get was a demotion if he made any mistakes, he could not be blamed for a faulty master-plan.

The combined fleet sailed on...


Task force complete naval detachment.
1x Feathermore class Super Dreadnought UUMNV Neshii Flagship
1x Pacitalia class Galleon UUMNV "Tesaura"
3x Argentine class Galleon UUMNV "Yaasha, "Tvar", "Sai"
29x Establías class Battleships
3x Indestructable class Aircraft Carriers UUMNV "Heman", "Lossi", "Licht Lanze".
57x Carranzei class heavy Missile Cruisers
310x Paramount class Air Defence Vessels
13x Valencia class submarines.
11 000x Pepperbox class logistical support vehicle.
10 000x "Na'grun" personnel transport.
21 437 ships in total.

My transport aircraft is running out of fuel and is still waiting for landing permission.

My computer died twice and jolt failed once while posting this...
4th try...

At sea:
Task Force 3:
HTS Dunkirk

Lt. Major O. P. Liner stood on the deck, facing the sea, contemplating the raw power at his command, and a considerable number of questions...

Why am I replacing our military's best leader still alive?
Why is these old hunks of junk still our flagships?
What are they going to do now that Gatsby is leaving?
Why does that submarine look so strange? It doesn't match any of the others...

True, Lt Major Liner did finish in the best of his class, though he felt slightly betrayed for being given command of these old relics, the CV-01 was about due for a visit to the scrapyard, and the CC-3 has already visited the ocean floor once before, does it really need to go a second time before the Ministry of Defense procures a replacement for these carroding flagships?

"Land Ho!"

Liner's thoughts were briefly inturupted by some seemingly half drunken petty officer who somehow managed to climb atop the radar mast while the fleet was steaming into a 30+ knot wind, he wondered why anyone would do such a thing in this day and age.

His thoughts were promptly focused upon that particular person after he heard something very big, and very fast crack beside him, followed by the muzzle blast and report of what sounded like a cannon, followed by more yelling.

"I said 'Land Ho' ya stupid land lubbing skipper, now get up here before I start zeroing in on your foot!"

Such insubordination... Still, there wasn't much else he could do... he would have a talk with the officer in charge of these Marine Raiders...

He turned around, and stared at the 'fleet' he was given, the the supply group 'Augustus' which was apparently the only such group with a ship bearing the HTS namesake, another small oddity in a fleet full of them...
Between the HTS Augustus (convoy Augustus's own flagship) and themselves lay the two aircraft carriers, CV-01 Independance and CV-03 Roanoke, they two ships appeared lopsided, as the CV-01 was not much bigger than half the size of the CV-03...

He also considered this a considerble waste of resources, as he believed Blackhelm Confederacy was the bigger problem, but now forces where almost divided in half between Blackhelm and Dephire...

Somewhere around the fleet were wolfpacks Minnow and Yahoo, he recalled seeing glimpses of a strange looking submarine that didn't look Hurtian, but was informed by one of the 'old salts' not to worry about it, some even called it "the white whale" for some reason...

Upon reaching the bridge, he was doused in a bucket of brine and saltwater just before entering the helmsroom. Upon doing so, a loud booming voice called:

"Ah! Captian Ahab! You return from your quest for the white whale I see."

"I no longer have an interest in that boat"
Liner turned around, and saw, standing in front of him, Admirral (retired) Mark Gatsby, standing there, barely able to hold in some twisted inside joke... For some reason, he was wearing a Marine Raider uniform, and wielding a rather large gun, not in length, but in bore size, the muzzle must have been an inch in diameter!

"Ah, but you must, for what you don't know may kill you!"

Liner then noticed the rest of the crew leave the room and lock the doors...

2 hours later

Lt Major Liner, and Mark Gatsby left the room, which was promptly re-occupied by its regular crew. Both chuckling, as Liner was now in on the entire game plan. Now, he no longer questioned the 'oddities' for they all had a sensable reason, each and every one of them, including the odd 'code' that TF3 alone uses...

'Land' was just leaving the horizon...

Task Force 5:
Cmpared to the events occuring on the Dunkirk, things were calm, but that is, in comparission, things were quite hectic as marines loaded equipment about their ships, and crammed a marine on almost every inch of free deckspace. Not long after, they were underway.

Life was cramped, food was... average... but still rather bland, and they would be aboard these boats for the next 5 days... Yippee...

Skies:
Life 'on the high road' wasn't much better, troops and supplies were herded into the monsterous caverns of the long range aircraft, while the small Marine Raider detachments crammed into gliders, to be given a harsh takeoff and a bumpy ride for the next 6 hours as they prayed that the tow cables wouldn't break over the ocean...

If such an event did occur, they were issued a life raft, that was about it... besides that, they would then hope that TF5 runs across them and picks them up...

NRI Air Traffic Control:
To: Dephire
"This is NRI-MATC, we are sending you your first package, ETA 6 hours, expect some early droppers and some jumpers, do not engage, requesting in-flight refueling for return legs, over."

(OOC: don't be confused! Be uninformed!)

Captain Thortan looked at his large table screen that took up the whole table and sighed.

"Well commander this force is incapable of even fighting all these fleets thats for sure."

"Sir the extra ships and subs are on their way." replied the commander Skly.

"Yes but it will only add like 20 more ships really. All this task force can be is a support systme for the troops if they go to land again. Quite frankly i think we should do that now to create a beach base so our boys can be much more comfortable, these guys are not sea worthy." said the Captain, "get me ready to send a transmission to ALL ships and personnel, we might just do that if things dont improve on the mainland here."

"Yessir."



OOC: Right now i have like 50 ships in the fleet.

10 super carriers(payload of 300 fighters)
10 Mass Destroyers
10 Heavy Cruisers
20 Heavy transports(they can carry up to 10,000)

Off the Coast

"We'll be landing shortly, well as soon as we can." The pilot told MCPO Tolan.

"Affirmed" Tolan then walked back to the cargo hold.

After Tolan was out of hearing range. "I bet you could tell that guy to kill himself and he'd do it" the co pilot directed to the pilot.

"Seriously. I am not taking that bet."

The 3rd Fleet out at Sea

"Admiral Talkirk, our planes will be able to make their first sorties in 3 days."

"Good, very good." Talkirk had been enjoying his time off in Port Ostro, oh well, there is always another war. He turned backed to the aide and gave an order.

"Go to coms and send to the carriers to make sure the pilots know their orders."

"Aye Aye" The aide then walked out.

Talkirk sipped his cider, it was a good day so far, but he knew many that had changed.

OCC: If you really want specs on any of these let me know, none are super out of the ordinary.

Fleet Content
4 Balsa Carriers
4 La Águila Amphibious Assault Ships
3 Fraught LPD
1 Trotsky Battleship
20 Eragnus Destroyers
2 Biggles AGEIS
4 Alfa II Attack Sub
7 Suitidor Supply Ship
8 Monk Guided Missle Destroyers
2 Aldea GMBC
2 Broma Aresenal Ships

"Watson, walk with me if you do not mind," Kane asked his leading general.

"Why would I mind sir? Your presence honors me greatly," the wisened old man replied.

"The invasion is a success, would you say not?" Kane questioned General Watson with some hint of suspicion.

Detecting the questioning of Kane, Watson thought over his words carefully before replying, "Why yes sir, the invasion is a success. The Dephirians knew not what hit them."

Kane nodded, ignoring the general, and continued his interrogation. "Do you think that if we had a few thousand soldiers hiding on the high ground over the enterance into the mountain, about ten thousand soldiers situated in trenches here on the low ground, and our ships located just off shore would be enough to stop any counter assault by the Dephirians?"

Watson smiled, "Yes, that is quite a plan. It's funny because the Dephirians already helped us with the trench-building part. They even cut out some of their shores to allow their huge transport ships to land on the beaches! Those fools were just wishing to be invaded!"

Kane smiled back, pulled out a pistol, and then shot the general between the eyes. "Dephirians are never fools. You, sir, have lived out your usefullness. Ghrant!"

Ghrant, a skinny young lad of nineteen, ran up the small hill to meet with the Lone Wolf's most powerful man. "Yes sir?"

"Ever commanded an army before?" Kane asked the young boy.

"No sir, I have not commanded an army let alone a group." The boy replied.

Kane nodded as he smiled at the young man. He still had the large pistol in his hand, which he holstered when the boy looked worriedly at it. "This may be the day you can prove to me that you can handle the rank I'm about to give you," Ghrant was stricken with anxiety, "I hereby promote you to General. This battle is your time to shine. These men are yours to command. Now then, get your new uniform on and go command your men!"

Ghrant nearly fell to his knees as the color left his face, "Yes sir! Thank you sir! I shall get on it right away sir!" He ran off to the HQ tent.

"Ah, he'll be the best general the world has yet to see." Kane looked down upon the dead body of Watson. "Such a pity. You could have been much better." He tore off the ribbons, medals, and dogtags from the former general's jacket.

"Men! Get this corpse out of my site. Burn it and toss away the ashes!" Kane ordered five of his soldiers to carry out the task of cleaning up, then he began ordering his other soldiers to get into their positions.

Four thousand soldiers hid along the high grounds above the entrance into the train station to a location just outside of Sarajevo. These soldiers were outfitted with stationary machine guns and fifty caliber sniper rifles. Some even were carrying grenade launchers along with shoulder missile launchers. Thirty thousand soldiers were within the several trenches purposely made by the Dephirians to slow an assault on Hammerfest from the enterance, or to slow an assault on the enterance from Hammerfest.

As the soldiers on land got into position, ten of Kane's battleships got into their positions just off shore. These ships were smaller than the Dephirian Navy's ships, but they carried far more guns. Their guns were much smaller than the mammoth Stonehenge Class Rail Cannons of the Dephirian Navy, but they fire more quickly. Kane knew this, and he embraced this knowledge in the battle ahead.

Bogravouk

It took nearly seven hours from the time of departure back in Sarajevo to the train station just outside of Hammerfest. Skragg was tingling all over in anticipation for the upcoming battle. He stood up just as the train began to slow down from its peak speed of two hundred and twelve miles per hour.

"Destination Reached. Please exit the Bogravouk on the right hand side. Thank you for traveling with us!" A computerized female voice said loudly from a speaker. The doors on the train opened, and everyone piled out. The large cavernous area was soon filled with soldiers, tanks, WarDogs, and other various equipment.

"Soldiers of Dephire, here my voice and listen! We are the front lines of the counter offensive to Lone Wolf's prevalent invasion of our lands! They have taken Hammerfest right from underneath us! It was they who assassinated Delthar Scythis Jonathan Vega! Those who do such a tragic attack deserve the only sentence suitable for them, Death! Shall we grant them this sentence?" Skragg briefly stopped to hear the roar of cheering and patriotic saluting. "Then we shall bring them their sentence! GoTrioch!" He ordered them to get into their formations. "Forward March!" Skragg pulled a lever, and the massive doors leading to Hammerfest opened.

Skragg's Final Battle

The mountain side seemed to open up as the doors parted. Behind them, several thousand Dephirian soldiers and minutemen marched towards the doorway, and out into the open sunlight. As soon as they saw their enemy's encampments, they began to surge forward.

Skragg unsheathed his sword over his head and yelled loud enough for his voice to echo throughout the valley, "Men and women of Dephire, Charge!" The site was as if taken from an epic movie as the thousands upon thousands of Dephirians surged forward towards Hammerfest, but their morale and sacrifice were soon to be for naught.

As soon as the Dephirians left the safety of the doorway, they were dead. The Lone Wolf's navy opened up on the entire area, paying attention as not to actually hit the mountain. Hundreds of Dephirians died with every impact. Machine guns began to spray the field, and rockets along with missiles exploded every which way. One after another, soldiers were being mutilated by high caliber sniper rifles. Then, admist the already imposing chaos, the entrenched soldiers began to fire upon the advancing army.

Skragg could not save himself. He was thrown several feet into the air from a missile blast, and landed hard on the ground. Luckily he was not trampled by his soldiers, but he was badly hurt and knew it. Skragg stood up and tried to calculate his odds of surviving this fight. His answer was simple, no. Bodies continued piling up. Skragg kneeled to catch his breath, then he rose. "Scythis, I die for you. May your cunning be the destruction to the enemy." He rose his sword up once more, "For the Glory of Dephire!"

Skragg died the greatest death. With there being fewer Dephirians by the time he charged, it made him a much easier target for the men in the high ground. Skragg charged towards the line of entrenched soldiers, but got slammed into the ground when a fifty caliber round pounded into his leg, severing it. He screamed in agony, but was still determined. Skragg attempted to crawl, but another round severed his left arm. Blood begun to spew about now, gushing all over the ground. He looked up just in time to notice one of the naval cannons aimed in his direction, "Damn." Skragg did not feel a thing when the three hundred and fifty millimeter round blew the rest of his body to pieces. His sword would be buried by the debris, only to be found much later...

Alexandria, Dephire

Scythis was having a feverish dream. Sweat was coming down his face in bullets. This was the final stage of the Briskarn Healing Technique. For hours he laid like this. All the doctors could do was wait.

"No!" Scythis screamed as he woke. His eyes were bewildered, and his hair was grizzly. "Where am I? What am I doing here?" He rushed out of bed looking for his clothes. "Where are my clothes? Someone answer me now!"

Doctors, nurses, police men, and some media personel rushed into the room. Everyone began to try to get as many questions asked as possible. "Get out unless you have information! Get out!" Scythis yelled at the people. Shocked at his anger, nearly everyone left.

"Now now, don't be hard on them. You have been asleep for almost two days if not three. Everyone is curious, as am I." One of the doctors remained in the room. He closed the door and walked to a chair. "Your clothes are in that cabinet over by the window. The armor you had worn was sent to the armory for repairs."

Scythis rushed over to the cabinet. Inside were his usual clothing: fancy tunic, pants, boots, and dark deep red robes. "What has happened? W..Where is my sword?"

The doctor kept his smile, "Your sword is in your office. Godsend Skragg had it personally locked up."

"Where is Skragg?" Scythis asked the portly man.

"He..he's dead." The man replied reluctantly.

"Dead? What do you mean dead?!" Scythis rushed towards the doctor who tried to scoot away from him in his chair.

"H-he went off to try and reclaim Hammerfest. His attempt was unsuccessful. Every single soldier that joined him died within ten to fifteen minutes. We never were able to recover the body." The doctor weasled out of the chair and hid in a corner.

"What of his sword? Where is it?" Scythis questioned the man even more.

"We could not find it, sir. There was not trace of anything." The man nervously replied.

"This is unacceptable, but I thank you for getting me up to speed. I'll have your supervisor give you a raise. Now then, get me transport to the White Tower. We have war at our doorsteps. I am the last of the Godsend. Now I am in control over all." Scythis glared at the man who ran out of the room in fear. "With Skragg, Jane, Coronado, and Baal gone...I am the unchallenged leader of all Dephire. Now I have more power than ever before, with the cost only being the friends I held close to my heart. Lone Wolf will pay. I swear they will pay even if I have to destroy the world to do so!" He walked out of the room with thundering footsteps. Delthar Jonathan "Scythis" Vega was back from the dead, and he wants his revenge against those who took his life from him.

OOC:
I'm sorry for not posting a map yet. Just been too busy with relatives over and everything. Plus, this computer doesn't have a scanner. So I have to somehow sneak onto the other one in order to have it transfered to my PC.

Also, I'm sorry for not addressing your nations ICly. This is, as you can see, because Scythis was unavailable and Skragg just got his ass blown to little pieces.

Oh and can heavy transport ships really carry ten thousand soldiers?

"OOC:
I'm sorry for not posting a map yet. Just been too busy with relatives over and everything. Plus, this computer doesn't have a scanner. So I have to somehow sneak onto the other one in order to have it transfered to my PC.

Also, I'm sorry for not addressing your nations ICly. This is, as you can see, because Scythis was unavailable and Skragg just got his ass blown to little pieces.

Oh and can heavy transport ships really carry ten thousand soldiers?

Ya i re-thought that. And it does sound little overboard, the ships would have to be like the size of carriers(modern carriers have close to that number of crew). Unless you will allow me to have them the size of carriers?

With the massive problems plaguing Dephire on the homefront, Griffincrest sought to strike a blow to the struggling nation on the behalf of the Corporate Alliance. Dephirian settlements had long existed as a threat to the Iragian people, and as such, a threat to the CA. This threat would soon cease to exist.

(Iragian/Dephirian Border, 0300)

A group of ten Gnats sped high above the vast desert expanse as they made their way towards the Dephirian front line bases. Within a few minutes, they had spotted their target, an ammunition depot just behind the Dephirian front lines.

"Locked on Red leader, going in hot"

"Roger that, let 'em have it"

And with that, the ten Gnats all opened up, loosing their payloads of several dozen rockets and 500lb bombs to go crashing through the building, exploding and casting a brilliant light across the dark desert sand. Attacks much like this one were taking place all along the border, as SCUD missiles were beginning to rain down upon RADAR stations and Dephirian air bases.

Within Iragia, over a hundred thousand mercenaries and machines were rolling across the desert towards the Dephirian lines. The message was also relayed to Iragian forces to move up in support of the action. Soon, the Dephirian commanders would have a new problem on their hands.

OOC:
I must say this: How in the hell would you know where any of my 'ammunition depots' were? How in the hell could your little planes get past my anti-air defense network? Why in the hell would you jeopardize your ally nation of Iragia when you know full-heartedly that the Dephirian Primary Naval Fleet, estimating over six thousand ships and six million armed forces personnel, is on it's way to the Dephirian Controlled Territory? Iragia and I have agreed both ICly and OOCly to be neutral/cordial. Now you are risking everything just to strike back at me. Heh, I guess that the civilians in Deconter can now pick up their rifles and go to war.

By the way, almost every person in Dephire (roughly 85-95%) have military experiance. It's mandatory that while the people of Dephire attend school, they learn advanced subjects along with combat skills. This would mean that if you do decide to 'attempt' trying to get Deconter invaded, you are asking for a serious ass beating by the twelve million people currently living there along with: the Primary Fleet of the Dephirian Navy (which would be on the horizon looking out to the south), most of the Dephirian troops (which are roughly 90% veterans), and a shit load of allies.

I will ignore your post, for now, because you totaled damage before they could even counter. You seemed to have missed everything previously mentioned. Especially the parts of details including what was occuring in Deconter, such as the buildup of defenses.

Dephirian Coast

The pilots flew their transports full of 300 Ludaos toward the predesignated staging area.

"Hey we are over the target area. get ready for drop!"

Soon the light turned green and the special operational soldiers jumped out of their transports.

After landing, MCPO Tolan surveyed the area.

"We have a day before the tercios and a few more before the marines. Secure the area, prep it for osprey landings, move move move."

NPLS Aciano, 3rd Fleet Command Ship

"Admiral, the Ludaos have reported their landings have succeed, the area will be ready for the marines."

"Thank you, is that all?"

"No sir, we have not recieved any response from Skragg. We are sending more messages to the Dephirian Capital but still no response."

"Dont worry about it, keep trying, maybe their just all getting coffee."

"Sir, also this message came through." The aide handed over the transmission.

To: Talkirk
From: Jorgensen

The 6th Fleet with 1 Marine and 1 Armored Marine Divisions will be under way shortly, along with the 5th Fleet. Expect them in a about a week. Intel is sketchy on the conflict, but once we sort it out you will know.

Never Settle!

"Well well, looks like we won't be so lonely after all."

The Dephirian Primary Naval Armada had been pushing to reach Deconter within three days when the news of the Arena incident occured. Their objective was now in sight, just a few miles off to the horizon. Everyone was tired, but spirits rose when they saw land. Transport ships surged forward towards the beaches so that they could drop off their load and return for more. Well over six thousand Dephirian Capital-Ranked ships dotted Deconter's horizon. The people were happy to see them.

It had been a torturous day in Deconter as the people repelled air strikes against their military installations. The sky was full of smoke and white hot bullets screaming towards the aircraft. Anti-air missiles were launched every few seconds all the same with anti-missile rockets. When the Dephirians saw the fleet, they cheered loudly.

"This is the current fleet admiral of the primary naval fleet speaking to all. I have arrived with an armada of over a thousand ships and over six million well-trained soldiers. These soldiers are landing as I speak. I suggest you surrender your efforts of engagement, or I will be forced to destroy all involved." The senior veteran spoke into a SPAM-Communicator, which broadcasted on every possible frequency so that he could be heard. He nodded to his second-in-command, "Fire the anti-air cannons now. Then get our planes scrambled immediately following the barrage. I want them to know who they are dealing with."

Within moments, ten Stonehenge Class Rail Cannons equipped with strong but limited ranged electromagnetic pulse anti-air rounds rose to a level suitable for wiping out the enemy aircraft without effecting the ground forces. After a brief two second countdown, they fired simultaneously. Fifty anti-air missile/rocket launchers fired missiles left and right at any enemy aircraft. The shells from the SCRCs exploded, emitting their deadly EMPulse. It would render any and all aircraft useless.

Fifty fighter aircraft took off from the multiple carriers, and fifty more soon followed. By this time, the transports were returning for their second payload. A second line of aircraft were being loaded up onto the take off ramps. These aircraft were being populated by even more soldiers. Several ships took to the coast to drop off by the thousands. More SCRC cannon fire could be seen.

Several miniature divisions were forming along the shores, each rich with soldiers and tanks. They began to march outwards towards the border to meet the incoming enemy.

The fighters were chasing down enemy fighters with speed and agility. With these aircraft up, the anti-air rounds fired from the SCRCs were discontinued. The Dephirian Destroyers and Anti-air ships were pounding the skies with missiles and flak.

In all essence, the Dephirian Armada had arrived to defend Deconter from Blackhelm's attack. Within several hours, several thousand soldiers marched through the cities of Deconter and they marched towards the DMZ to meet the enemy known to them, Blackhelm.

Ya i re-thought that. And it does sound little overboard, the ships would have to be like the size of carriers(modern carriers have close to that number of crew). Unless you will allow me to have them the size of carriers?

Ah, I use 4 ship convoys to carry my 10 to 20K troops per division...
But I only came up with names for the lead ships (HTS Augustus).

The HTS Roanoke Aircraft carrier has a very nasty surprise if one decides to attack my fleet with EMP...

OOC: Deph, for now, since everybody else is just doing their stuff, i will do mine. Stuff landing permission.

IC:

DEPHIRIAN AIRFIELD

"Dephirian Air Traffic Control, Come in. We're coming in to land. Please have ready some fuel so we can fly away again, thanks. Out"
Scheimer looked over at his partner once again.
"Throttle back the engines, we're putting her down. Brakes on"

IC #2:

KENSINGTON HALL, THE PRESIDENT'S OFFICE

It was not often that the President typed up a letter himself. He was a fair man, and did his share of the work when he needed to, but Miss Anderson always did this.
However, this time, that would not be.
He sat in Miss Anderson's office, in front of her Dell Precision 490 PC.
He had an email program in front of him.
There was something he had not informed dephire about, and now that Scythis was alive and kicking, he'd might as well tell them. He began to type.

To: Dephire
From: Antigr

There is something we haven't told you about.
I will not type up a load of fancy words explaining it. I'll just say this.
Our airbourne forces are just, in fact, there to clear
a path so an Antigran fleet will land somewhere.
The airbourne are coming in to land now-so within 72 hours expect loads of ships.
Good luck,
The president.

Balsa, Luchamos

The Supreme Chief walked into the situation room, the others in the room stood up as he walked in.

"Status report." he ordered before he even sat down.

Chief of Defense Ugarez spoke up. "The 3rd Fleet will be deploying their marnes late tonight and tommorow, the 6th and 5th fleets got under way this morning. The 2nd and 1st are preparing to sail if they are needed. We are mobilizing 3 army divisions. We do not believe we will have to use them, however with our intel on the situation, we don not want to have our men stuck with out support far from home."

Jorgensen stared blankly at the screen showing images from space of the area. "Very well, keep me informed."

Jorgensen got up and walked out of the room. This what not what he had in mind for his last year in office.

Off the Dephirian Coast, NPLS Fraught LPD

Loadmaster Garthsen put down his radio and walked over to the marines.

"Marines, prepare to disenbark, I hear Dephire is lovely this time of year."

The Marines of Luchamos loaded into their amphibious vehicles and choppers as they drew closer to the shore.

OOC:
Blackhelm, I have retracted ignoring your post. I hope you are ready to take the consequences of your actions.

OFFICIAL MESSAGE FROM THE SOCIALIST COMMONWEALTH OF WANDERJAR



TO: DEPHIRE



Greetings Dephirian Allies!


Your eternal friends in Wanderjar are ready to stand by you, as we have always in the past, in your time of need. Now then, as for what we require from you:

Who needs to die? and also more importantly: What needs to be assembled in order to kill them?

That is all. You point us in the right direction, and the slaughter shall begin.

~Lord Baker

Scythis looked over all of the messages that had been sent to his office. He then replied with one massive message:

"All allied nations. You have permission to enter the Dephirian Sea and deposit whatever troops in the ports of Alexandria and Sarajevo. Land your aircraft in Sarajevo. My people must mourn the loss of the Godsend. Afterwards, we can discuss further battle plans."

OOC:
Sorry, just trying to get all of the things put together for one other thread.

NPLS Anciano, Dephirian Waters

"Admiral, a message from Dephire."

Quickly scanning the message Talkirk noticed they had permission to land troops in the capital and Sarajevo. The other land forces could be flown in. Half of the 3rd Marine Raider Division was already in route to land on a beach east of Sarajevo.

The rest of their forces could be flown into Sarajevo and march on over.

Talkirk walked out of his room into the command center and viewed the strategic map. The 5th and 6th Fleets would be arriving shortly with tanks, and the 1st and 2nd might be their in a week, depending on how this went the next couple days.

Now, he had his pieces almost in place, and it would soon be time to strike.

NPL Staging Area, East of Sarajevo

MCPO Tolan of the Ludaos, Luchamos elite special forces, felt the wind blow in all directions as Choppers landed all around him and air cushioned landing craft pulled ashore.

Engineers frantically worked to prep the area for heavy equippment. Others were setting up a command post, while a special crew set up a real helicopter landing zone.

The Tercios, specially trained infantry for defending areas far from home had arrived and were mostly set up. Tolan and the other Ludaos knew that was their understood cue. Secretively they split into their squads and went inland.

Perca De Agulia, Luchamos

The ground shook as 30 AF-B3 Anvil stealth bombers taxied for take off. Across Luchamos, 3 squadrons of AF-X11s and 5 of AF-X1B Comet multi-role fighters, were taking to the skies as escorts for a virutal air armada of transport planes.

All were headed to the same place, Sarajevo, Dephire.

The crowds in Alexandria always seemed to get larger with every speech Jonathan Vega made while standing behind the podium on his balcony overlooking the Dephirians. Alexandria was the largest city in all Dephire, with a population of one billion seven hundred and fifty million. Vega looked out towards his people and for a brief moment, he felt small.

"People of Dephire, I have asked you to come here to listen to me for a good reason. Many of you may not have been told or effected by the recent events, but I must warn you that you will be affected. Godsend Jane Romanov, Godsend Coronado, Godsend Skragg, and Godsend Alexander Ra'Baal are dead." Vega took a moment to have the information sink into the hearts of his people.

"How could they be dead, oh great Delthar?! Who killed them?!" A man from the crowd cried out towards Vega."

"Apart from Alexander Ra'Baal, the others were killed by an enemy faction known only as Lone Wolf. These people come from The Outer Rim! Formerly known as Briska nearly one century ago! Till this day, Lone Wolf has resented losing Briska to Dephire. They are responsible for the destruction of The Arena, where three hundred thousand innocent people died. Lone Wolf is responsible for Skragg's death, and they were responsible for this!" Jonathan Vega pulled off the black cloak he was wearing and revealed the broken Godsend armor beneath.

"Monsters!" A woman screamed loudly over the crowd. Thousands of the people agreed, yelling out their remarks towards Lone Wolf.

"In spite of all the actions commited by Lone Wolf, another sinister act has been conducted. Deconter, our latest addition to Dephire, was attacked by Blackhelm forces, and guess who was there to meet them? Our Primary Naval Captial-Ranked Dephirian Armada was there to meet them!" Vega proudly yelled into the microphone and the people roared in support. "We are no longer a shattered nation of broken dreams and lost hopes. We are no longer a nation where people look down upon us! This is our nation! This is Dephire! As I speak, thousands of soldiers from Lone Wolf's army are approaching the Plains Region through the Iron Horn Mountains. They travel with great speed in our tunnels. We will meet them!" Another roar of approval from the crowd. "We will meet them with a steel fist! A Dephirian fist! Those driven to divide us will fall before us! First will be Lone Wolf! Then it will be Blackhelm!" Jonathan Vega had the people's hearts from the beginning, but now he had their souls. Flags and banners waved everywhere and confetti rained down. The crowd turned to riot as many of the people became a militia and marched out towards Iron Horn.

"Ready all soldiers in San Salvadorea and from Chitz. We are going to war, and this time...we will win."

Scythis walked back inside his tower as the thirty-five million militia men, women, and children marched in divisions towards the outskirts of Alexandria. Several thousand logistics trucks crawled alongside the militia, each bearing a heavy load of food and water.

Admiral Leers knew that war was not far away. he also knew that if the leader of the Dephirian nation lost this war with their ancient enemies war would come to the north where he was right now. So he turned to his communications board in his battlefield tent.

He pushed a few buttons:

*Communication to the Dephirian leader Jonathan Vega*

From Admiral Leer of the combined Fleet and Army of Earabia:

I have a modest sized fleet with a significant amount of ground troops ready to swarm your ancient enemies and help trap them between you and us. I only wish for you to be successful and hope you accept our help and in turn help create a better peace with our other allies of the north here. I have 100,000 ground troops alert and ready to land by sea and air behind the enemy. I also have hundreds of fighters ready to fight this enemy. However, i see that you have given promission to land in certain ports, that i can understand. So instead of landing my troops behind the enemy i will land the majority of my forces on those ports you mentioned but keep a few air battalions ready to drop them behind the enemy forces.

*end transmission*


He then turns a few other dials and buttons:

"Attention all fleet and military officers. I am officially giving you orders to land our first wave on these corridinates. I will also order that we keep 4 battlions in reserve to land if an invation happens to our other allies in Iragia. I also want to thank you all for being patient and working hard to keep up the training and honor in helping old and new allies."

He then sat in his chair and sighed.

ANTIGRAN 7TH FLEET, BELONGING TO THE CRISIS REACTION FORCE

Admiral Peiyearsson's Jeep rounded a corner of the road like a scalded cock, tearing round the 60 degree bend at 55mph.
The driver glanced at Peiyearsson for a second as his radio beeped politely.
"Admiral, this is rear Admiral McCaud, where the hell are you?"
Peiyearsson answered.
"Tearing toward the docks at 70mph. This was quite rushed, ya know."
"Uh-huh. Anyway, you'd better hurry"

LATER, ON A MODERNISED IOWA CLASS BATTLESHIP

"Cast off!" Yelled a Lieutenant. Ropes began edging toward their drum reels, away from their moorings on the shore.
In the bridge, Peiyearsson started to give orders.
"Ok, Full speed ahead! Make Haste!"
An officer moved the rod on the telegraph to the left and then the right, indicating full speed.
"Control room, Control room, this is bridge. Full speed"

CONTROL ROOM

"...Roger that. Full Speed"
"Hello, engine room? Full speed! Be advised, we will be answering a full bell"

ENGINE ROOM

"Okay."
"RIGHT PEOPLE, FULL SPEED! LET 'ER RIP!"

The seamen obviosly heard the man, because the enormous crankshafts driving the propellers juddered as the power surged, almost stopped moving for a second, then began spinning madly.

"Roger, Control room, full speed"

The small antigran fleet followed the flagship, surging to speeds of around 36 knots. Antigr had now definitely 'arrived'. The docks of Dephire would be in veiw in 45 hours, and 455mm shells would be raining down on Blackhelm and Lone Wolf positions in salvos of 12. And, to accompany it, they'd be blinded by blue flares, the traditional signal of the antigran advance, being fired in their faces.

ANTIGRAN AIRBOURNE POSITIONS

"Roger that, command. Head for the docks. We should be there in the 45 hours, over."
Fergusen put down his radio.
Okay, chaps, orders from HQ. We're to get in them vehicles and meet the fleet at the docks. Le's go!

Sarajevo

The NPL Air Force Flights had landed and officers were organizing the sparatic forces. Troop transport and transport planes were constantly landing, dropping off their forces, refueling, and then heading back to the homeland.

Major Watson of the Air Force was sweating bullets. It was a huge organizational nightmare, but so far he and his men had handled it perfectly. The APCs, tanks, and other military hardware heading out toward the rest of the armed forces, gave him an errie feeling he couldn't shake..

NPL Staging Area, East of Sarajevo

Colonel Gorgaris' aide handed him the phone.

"Gorgaris"

"This is General Oltorik, how much longer until the your forces will be operational?"

"The Ludaos are making patrols and most of the Marine Raiders will be ready for oeprations in the morning, the armored, not until tommorrow afternoon."

"Keep up the good work, out."

Gorgaris hung up the phone. He was wondering what exactly they were doing here, but was obedient until the end. Hopefully the common people of Dephire got along with his forces, or this would be a very long excursion.

OOC:
I have edited my last post to specify how many people were actually militia.:rolleyes:

(modern carriers have close to that number of crew)

OOC: No, they don't. A "modern" carrier might have around five to six thousand crew members, including air crew and such.

Anyway, I'm watching this thread, following one of my allies attacking another... For now, just watching and waiting...

SARAJEVO DOCKS

An antigran jeep lurched sideways as it was hurled round a very tight corner at 52mph. One of the soldiers, belonging to the 52nd Airbourne, nearly lost his helmet, pouches, armour, rifle, pistol, ammunition, food, and water in the process. Several other men had to endure the same thing as their jeeps and light tanks followed. The lead jeep had to swerve to avoid killing a lone dephirian soldier as the division hurtled toward the docks.
"Men, hold it! Hold it!" The commander, General Gerread yelled. The various vehicles slid to a halt. Look, out in the bay!
The soldiers looked on as a Battleship steamed into view. Followed by several amphibious assault ships, and quite a few cruisers, destroyers, and frigates.
These various ships almost ran down a small PT boat, which was surging toward the shore at 40 knots.
The general grinned. "General Sandrez, you loony"

OOC:
Sorry guys, still trying to muster up time for another big post, but I got slammed with schoolwork and studying. Stupid End-of-Instruction tests...grr.:headbang:

OOC: No, they don't. A "modern" carrier might have around five to six thousand crew members, including air crew and such.

Anyway, I'm watching this thread, following one of my allies attacking another... For now, just watching and waiting...

(OOC: Yes, your right, normally a US carrier would carry around 6k men/troops. HOWEVER, if you gut out a carrier and turn it into a carrier of troops i can see how it can carry close to 10k troops.)

NPL 6th Fleet off the Northern Shore of Dephire

Admiral Rutesky sat in his desk chair, General Rivera walked in.

"What is it general?"

"Admiral, the fleet has diverted from its previous course to make for the southern part of the outer rim."

Rage builds in his voice "The rebels might be alerted to our force. Admiral Ozzez's course brought us too close to neighboring islands and therefore within simple spotting range.."

"He felt the shorter trip time would be better....."

"He is as clumsy as he is stupid! General prepare your troops for a surface attack!"

Rivera left as Rutesky called Ozzez on the video phone.

"Good Day Admiral, we are..."

"Stow it Ozzez. I agreed to let you be in charge of the Fleet and to sit back as an observer, but it would appear you have failed me again. In fact, you have failed me for the last time. I will be taking direct control. Pack your things, you are to be off my ships within the hour."

Ruetesky terminated the call, and then moved into the control room. There were rebels that needed to be killed.

Hell's Gate was the main access point into the Iron Horn mountains, and to Hammerfest. It was a large citadel built roughly nine hundred years prior to the present by the Dark Lord Bethalious Delthar, who ruled the Iron Horn mountains until his death when an alliance of nation-states rose up to fight. The citadel was populated even after the death of Delthar. Its location was kept secret from the rest of the Dephirian population, along with the rest of the world. Hell's Gate was converted into a military installation as well as a city. It is here that three Dominator-Class Rail Cannons once rested, now there are five Stonehenge Class Rail Cannons Grade IV rising above the walls. Nearly five million people live in the city today. Farming was restricted to the far city outskirts where they were out of the way. With every new expansion to the city, a new wall was built.

This city, however, was almost thirty miles from the actual gate into the huge caverns that led to Hammerfest. During Bethalious Delthar's reign, he had dug out the fifteen mile long tunnels straight through the mountains themselves. The tunnels were also roughly one hundred feet high and peaked up to three hundred feet. Because Delthar felt that these mountains were safer than being out in the open, he moved most of his people inside them. Here they built massive cities within the mountains. These cities were now used as military defenses by the Dephirian Army. Because much of the tunnels have not been fully explored, many believe that there could still be people living in them from Delthar's ancient reign.

Dephirian Front

The rather large militia had decreased as many of the people had to return to their homes by order of Scythis. He felt that if the front should collapse, there should be enough people at home to defend Dephire. Two million men were left to march towards the gateway to Hammerfest. Dotted amongst their divisions were the massive Homeland Grade Apocalypse Tanks. Their dual cannons seemed to be mammoth-sized. Scorpion Tanks were also amongst the divisions in clusters of three. They were built to do the duties of a mobile artillery unit, anti-air/missile, anti-personnel, and anti-tank. To do all of these roles, they had to be built just a bit larger than a first-class Apocalypse Tank. With their single cannon perched low to the ground, it revealed its arsenal. Twin anti-air/missile lasers were located on the back of the cannon's rotating turrent base. There were slots for infantry to shoot out from. Two fifty-five caliber gattling guns were located near the front of the tank with on in the rear. These were controlled by a computer system with an man at each console.

Trumpets began sounding throughout the countryside just as the entire pillar came into view of Hell's Gate. People, mostly ex-military civilians, flooded the streets to hopefully get a view of the massive column of soldiers heading off to the northeast. Scythis could not help but smile as confetti and streamers showered his men and women. "My people, I only ask that you prepare yourselves in case the worst may come," he spoke loudly to the people. They looked at eachother somewhat confused, but followed orders nevertheless.

Scythis had never seen Hell's Gate before. He took in the surroundings. Streets that appeared to be made of ivory were everywhere. The buildings were of white washed stone. Even though the people were rather modern, they kept the building trade that had been passed down through the generations. He frowned when he saw the archway towards the black gates of Iron Horn. A trickle of dread overcame him when he noticed that they were open and an army assembling outside of them.

Battle

"Everyone get into defensive positions immediately! Lone Wolf has passed through the tunnels and are now assembling outside their gates!" Scythis was screaming orders left and right as he stood on the outer wall. Soldiers ran along the wall in preparation for the inevitable conflict. Within an hour upon their arrival, the Dephirians had evacuated the city of all noncombat-ready people. They had also created a perimeter within five hundred feet of the wall with apocalypse and scorpion tanks. WarDogs were shadowed by the tanks, but still stood strong.

As soon as they could, Lone Wolf began firing their artillery cannons. This hastened the Dephirians' movements. They returned fire with the Scorpions. Now it was the moment of truth.

Before Lone Wolf could settle, they were taken by surprise as they heard shouts from the Dephirian army. Thousands of Dephirians ran alongside tanks as the tanks fired left and right at the Lone Wolf forces. Machine guns erupted everywhere. Bodies began flying as the scorpion tanks blasted Lone Wolf's army to pieces.

However, and much to Scythis' annoyance, the Lone Wolf army was still coming steadily through the tunnels towards the Dephirian front. He ordered his men to entrench themselves as he led a group of sword-bearing Godsend Knights around the right flank. WarDogs provided Scythis with a nice smoke screen of dust. "Step it up! We collide in twenty seconds!"

Lone Wolf was distracted by the Dephirian militia men, too distracted to notice the secondary front headed by twenty WarDogs. Gattling guns began firing into the side of the Lone Wolf front. These WarDogs then parted into two separate groups, revealing the surprise they had hidden. Scythis, along with seven thousand Godsend Knights, charged into the right flank of Lone Wolf. Their swords began to literally cut the enemy down to size. After the first few hundred died, they unholstered their own Godsend Assault Rifles. At this moment, the apocalypse tanks and soldiers began to move in.

Lone Wolf couldn't help but retreat. Their attempt, however, was cut off when a third division moved in from the left flank and took control of the enterance into the mountains. Here they blasted the doors closed, trapping the remnants of Lone Wolf's front line.

Scythis was hit several times by small caliber bullets, but his armour just had them bounce right off. He reloaded his assault rifle, and then emptied it into another fifty people. Winning was in their sight.

Eventually, after suffering heavy losses, Lone Wolf's army surrendered. Amongst them was their leader, Kane. Dephire had won the battle, now winning the war was soon on the horizon. With allies of Dephire approaching the Outer Rim by sea, and also by land, this war will surely be over soon.

OOC:
I'm sorry everyone. Just had to summarize a heck of alot due to lack of time.

General Thamous walked among the troops that was dropped off days earlier in Dephire. He knew that he had to get his troops moving if he wanted to help with this fight. But he also knew that the fight has already started. So as his troops aligned themselves in marching order he looked over what he has for troops, many of them fresh from home.

200 tanks (different types)
100 helocopters
100,000 regular troops
5,000 shock troops
50 AA gun and missle light tanks


General ordered his troops to mov eout toward the battle front hoping that the new allies have defeated the rebels.

This thread was a bit short, but at least they're dead. I didn't even get to fight them much. You could've done all that by yourself...

OOC
Something could come up.

I should RP offloading supplies son, but I'll be AFK for 3 days, so it'll wait.

OOC:
The war is not over. I had them repel the invading force, but Lone Wolf is still strong in Hammerfest and on their home territory.

OOC: Jeeze, I was hoping for a bit more action, never mind, my fleet will arrive in time to hit Hammerfest.

OOC:
Trust me, you will see more action.

55th ACRF ARMOURED (ANTIGRAN CRISIS REACTION FORCE) DIVISION, SARAJEVO

PFC Johnastone reached through his pockets for a lighter. He found one, flipped the top open and lit a cigarette. The big 'tanks rolling off landing ship and people cheering' bit was over, and as a radio operator, nothing much was coming over the radio.
He relaxed in his chair.
Suddenly, the radio beeped. He straightened himself, and picked up the receiver.
"55th Armoured!"

"Hello, this is command. Sandrez there?"

"Hold on"
"General, Command on the line"

The General rushed downstairs, and grabbed the receiver.

"Hello?"

"Command here. Listen, we're gonna make an advance, link up with dephirian forces. Ever seen a bridge too far?"

"Yup. With the huge column of tanks?"

"Correct. Gonna be like that. The whole of the 21st ACRF Corps is coming along too. That's the 55th, 42nd, 8th, 25th, 34th, and 37th ACRF Armoured, 52nd and 150th Regular Armoured, 18th ACRF Air Cavalry, 42nd, 102nd, and 498th ACRF Artillery, 1 through to 11th ACRF infantry, with the exception of 6th, and 65th and 67th Regular infantry. Then there's logistics.
55th armoured, together with the 18th Air cavalry, will lead. You'll be with the 55th.
Clear your schedule for friday, that's when we leave. Got it?"

"Yes sir, but three days?"

"You heard. Also, the President is considering raising the DEFCON level to 1 if the Lone Wolf decide to destroy the other half of Dephire"

"Yes, sir. Wow, XXI corps. That's the best corps we got. Wow. Anyway, i'll tell the troops"

"You do that. Three days, don't be late. Staging point is exactly 1 and a half miles north of Sarajevo."

The general thought for about 5 seconds, before saying:
"Johnastone, give me the PA microphone"

OOC: Flanking inside a tunnel? Or was it a side tunnel?

IC:
The first wave of Hurtian paratroops arrived over Serajevo while the glider borne infantry landed earlier in Sheckjard to make absolutely sure it was a secure staging area for the shorter ranged helicopters to refuel while en route to Alexandria.

The cities of Chizo and Jakal were overlooked for the time being, hough a platoon of Marines equiped with some HT-101E48s were sent from Shekjard to Jakal to check on the people.

Around this time, Scythis was on his way to Hammerfest, by the time the platoon reached Jakal by land, news of Kane's capture had spread, and the second wave of airlifted trops arrived, this time in Alexandria, with glider troops landing in Chizo and Jakal, a small group of these troops would help secure a nearby shore-gun battery.

Still, with 'only' 15 divisions landed, they chose to remain in the cities to keep the cities calm and safe as the Dephirian military was away. This proved a bit difficult, as the Dephirian civillians apparently wanted to fight the Lone Wolves...

Within 24 hours, the number of Hurtian divisions in Dephire would more than double...

OOC:
Here are two maps I made from paint;
This one shows the lands. There are no names because I didn't have the right 'look':

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/LordBhall/Dephire.jpg

This one shows Naval positions. The ones in the larger land mass are the Dephirian Secondary and Auxilary Fleet positions. The one to the southwest (near the little island) is another Auxilary Fleet. However, the one on the northeast coast is the Lone Wolf fleet.

http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v614/LordBhall/Dephire2.jpg

I did not find a suitable picture to depict military positions nor did I say where cities were, but I will try to do so in the future.

The Islands to the Northeast are the Outer Rim. If you need more details on those islands, I can go in and put more details.

NPL 6th and 5th Fleets off The Outher Rim

Admiral Rutesky had command of both the 5th and 6th fleets, and the 30,000 marines ready to be deployed. His subordinates buzzed all around him with maps of the islands, looking for places to invade.

"Send the 5th to prevent the Lone Wolf Fleet from making their way toward the landing operations." An aide quickly ran away.

He would send off a message to check with his allies before engaging.

To: Dephirian Command
From: Admiral Rutesky NPL 5th and 6th Fleets

We are preparing to commence the invasion of the Outer Rim. We have 30,000 marines here, and all of our forces on your mainland will be flown in if necessary.

Please let us now what to do that will be best for your overall strategy.



OCC: Combined 5th and 6th Fleet content
2 Supremacy Class CVN
6 Balsa Class CVN
94 Eragnus Destroyers
53 Biggles AEGIS
10 Alfa II class attack sub
16 Surtidor Supply Ship
18 La Aguila Amphibious Assault Ship
15 Fraught LPD
77 Monk Class GMD
6 Broma Class AS
21 Aldea Class GMBC
7 Gulgark Class BB

General Thamous was riding on a tank in teh lead as he saw in the distance the area that is known as Hells Gate. He grinned. Finally they were near to their destination.
His next step was to have flankers in this open area heading toward Hells Gate. He also sent up, periodically, two squads of attack helocopters. He also sent a message to the nearest Dephirian radio that would pick up his message.

****Message sent****(encrypted)

Attention all Dephirian officers and leaders, we are now near Hells Gate. Please let us know the situation and tell us what is the best course to go.

****End transmission****

The fight for Hell's Gate was over, but the battle for Hammerfest is just on the horizon. After capturing Kane, all that had been placed on the Dephirian soldiers shoulders was recapturing Hammerfest. Lone Wolf seemed to have let the Dephirians defeat them in the early skirmish, but the Dephirians won't let that bring their spirits down.

Hell's Gate

He was in a dark room, a man with straight long hair. The room was damp and the humidity clung to the air giving it a musty smell. Candle light flickered from outside the bars. An ancient skeleton was slumped in the corner. Voices, far and muffled, are heard echoing throughout the room. Footsteps, the kind that is loud and distinct from boots, approach.

"Kane, I want you to tell me what you are planning and why you have done what you have done. Your men have killed enough people, and I need not take more if you can stop that. This resentment has torn my nation into two unequal proportions. How do you explain yourself?"

The voice being heard by Kane was rather well-known in the lands of which he is not familiar, but here he was confused and disoriented. It sounded powerful, the voice, as if the power came from the speaker's soul.

"You must be Jonathan Vega, the murderer of innocent people. I have done what I must for you to see the error of your ways. The people at the Arena had to die in order for you to feel the same sense of loss as the people of Danteri. You had to personally feel what it probably felt like for all of those people in Iragia to know that it was your army responsible for attacking their lands after the war at hand was already over. For years you have plagued the people of Dephire with war, and I have come to prove to you that you have wronged the country for which you serve."

Scythis took a brief step back. These accusations pained him.

"I did what I had to do. Seeking opportunities to make the empire of Dephire everlasting, that's my main purpose."

Kane shook his head.

"You only seek to boost your ego. Well, you are wrong in that sense of thinking. Everyone hates you, Scythis. Why can't you accept that and try to do something about it?"

"I have strong allies that will always be there for me, because I have changed! My intentions are to spread peace-"

"Peace? Through what? Power? You may want to expand the borders of Dephire to other continents, but think of how the people of those continents feel when you use your military first and then your diplomacy. Sure, many may not give in to kind words. An example would be the Iragians. Instead, you came in with a large military force to pressure them into surrendering land for you to expand."

"That land was claimed by no one!"

"Listen to yourself! What makes you not think that maybe the Iragians wanted to expand their lands? You may put blame on your brother, but you know the blood is truly on your hands."

"Simon, leave immediately. I want to talk to him alone."

Footsteps begin to echo loudly, but softly disappear. Scythis took the time to explain.

"I am sure that you want to seek my death, correct?"

"Quite the contrary. I wanted to seek your life and try to make it better. You see, I wanted to save you before you had gone too far. Why must I say it like this? I'll tell you why. Alexander Ra'Baal was not your blood brother, your birth brother. I am your birth brother!"

Scythis fell on his buttox. His eyes were wide open and he scrambled backword, knocking into a candle.

"That can not be! Baal was my brother, there was no mistaking it."

"Baal was tricking you. He lied and manipulated people. The only thing that wasn't a lie was his passing of the Godsend Trials your people adore. You may look upon yourself and wonder why you have different features than that of everyone else, that is because you are a desendant of the ancient Briskarn race. The race that had once ruled over Briska long ago."

Scythis slowly stood up.

"How do I know that you are not lieing?"

Kane tore off a piece of his sleeve, revealing a scar in the shape of a Diamond and Cresent.

"This shape all Briskarn are drawn to, a diamond in front of the cresent moon. It is because of that symbol that the Briskarn were united. You have the same mark as I do."

Scythis was frightened.

"Y-You are not of the same skin color!"

Kane shook his head.

"What you see is something that resembles a disease that attacks the pigment colors. However, I'm quite healthy. To fit in, I had to chemically alter my color, but it is temporary. Without a daily treatment, I shall turn just as dark as you."

Scythis was about to lose it.

"...you were dead. The night the marauders attacked us....I saw the blood, and you were dead."

Kane's smile turned to a frown.

"I was merely unconscious. The blood was not my own. They took me in and taught me their trade. That was the sole reason I had become the head of their Lone Wolf."

Scythis became serious.

"Then tell me your men's plans for Dephire."

OOC:
Conversation will continue later today, I just didn't have too much time this morning before I had to go to work.

:eek: etc.

OOC:
:eek: As in "Holy freaking shit, that Guy is his real brother?!"
or
:eek: As in "Holy Freaking shit, good plot motivator?

ooc: wheels within wheels within wheels, within wheels..

I clearly did not make a error by deciding to watch this thread..*gets some pop corn*

General Thamous moved him men within Hells Gate and realized the fight was already over. He looked about to see where everyone is. He then realized that the Dephire army is not here but where? He turned and ordered a communications officer to contact the Dephire commander.

OOC:
:eek: As in "Holy freaking shit, that Guy is his real brother?!"
or
:eek: As in "Holy Freaking shit, good plot motivator?

first option

A shadowed cell was hidden beneath a large castle. Here black soldiers roam watching guard over the prison. Above their heads, hundreds of thousands of people flourished amongst a city's market place. Down here, only the rats could flourish amongst the damp and moggy dungeon. Here, only the screams of those that have long been dead could be heard loud and clear as the day they were wrought from the lungs of the once living. Death filled this dark place.

There were two men, each of great power, standing on either side of large bars. A rat scurried, but the two did not flinch nor show their disgust. There was a candle on the floor, it's flame extinguished. Voices can be heard, but they are low.

"Then tell me your plans for Dephire," stated the man wearing full plate armour. He spoke in almost a whisper.

The other man sat on a chair on his side of the bars, "You need not know what my men plan to do. What you need to know is how to control your men to make the right decisions. I'm sorry for bringing back pain from the past, but your General Skragg was not a very bright man. He should have known that the high ground would be an advantage for his enemy. Instead he decided to attack with a full frontal charge. That was why he died such a..."

Scythis cut in, "Dishonorable."

"..No. His death could have been prevented had he just been patient. This obviously has not been taught to your men. Alexander had to die because of his loose cannon actions, which could have been prevented if you were more involved in training your soldiers." Kane, the man sitting behind the bar and on a chair, spoke with a sense of wisdom. Wisdom that had been granted to him through experiance.

"I only became Emperor when the Danteri Civil War came out of hand. By then, most of my military had been trained under Alexander."

"Scythis, do not make excuses for yourself. I know of your activity involving Danteri. If I recall correctly, you lead the Separist forces into conquering most of Danteri. You took the advantage over people who just wanted to move on in their lives and rebuild. It was then that you came back to Dephire and attempted to take the throne from Alexander."

Kane was beginning to annoy Scythis, but in his words were truth, "I left Danteri to stop a madman."

"You left Danteri because you knew that an alliance much stronger than your petty military was going to invade your claims. Scythis, you put the burden on Alexander and blamed him for everything you did. You used him as your pawn all of this time. I had asked myself why you did so. Now I know the truth. It's because you are frightened. Your nation isn't the strongest in the world, so you choose to try and expand your empire to make it appear to be strong. You build massive weapons that just drain the economy. Instead, you should be trying to improve your inner works. This invasion was to prove to you that your defenses, though extraordinary, are weak." Kane pushed onward, "Danteri was your first show of force, and the people loved you for it. It made them feel more powerful."

"Yeah, until we lost the war with Gholgoth. It wasn't even a war more or less a battle! The Twelve Hour War shall be the only stain on my life." Scythis tried to sound as if he cared.

"There were other wars as well. You were involved in Los Mexico, Chitzeland, Sochatopia, some skirmishes with Blackhelm, many skirmishes with-in Dephirian borders, some involvement in Four Corners, and lastly, Iragia. You have been a very busy bee. Almost all of those were just solely to expand your empire, and you nearly succeded in all of them. You sleep at night thinking as to why everyone hates you, well those conquests alone should have your answer." Kane kept pouring out the knowledge he had gathered over the years.

It was becoming overwhelming to Scythis, who had taken a seat in an old wooden chair. "You still haven't answered my question. What are your intentions for Dephire?"

Kane was ever the more serious, "Who said I was in charge? I figured that there would be a military coup d'etat, so I quickly resigned and joined the front line. My original intention was to show you the error of your ways, but seeing how corrupt the ranks of Lone Wolf were...I ran."

Scythis eased up. "You began to show me strength in your words only to bring it down with your cowardance-"

"I wouldn't be the one talking, Scythis. During my command, the Lone Wolf government gained support from Gemini and your Los Mexican territory. My orders were to frighten you only to the extent of you realizing your weaknesses so that you could overcome them. I failed my own mission. As soon as we made land fall, there was something strange about my men. It wasn't until later that my information officer confessed that there was to be a mutiny, a betrayal. Fearing that this betrayal would ruin my plans, I joined the front lines and headed off towards Hell's Gate. I expect that the Gemini Navy will be pounding San Salvadorea in about ten hours. The Los Mexican navy may be delayed, but should begin bombarding the areas around the mouth of the Sea of Dephire."

"W-what the hell!?" Scythis exclaimed, questioning all that was good, "I am not prepared for this kind of assault. My navy is holed up near Iragia trying to repel a Blackhelm-led invasion of Deconter. The only defense against a naval assault is..."

"...is your Dominator Cannons. The one weapon you took out of commission. I know this. What I didn't know was the attack on Deconter by a foreign power." Kane was being sincere, and Scythis knew it.

"To reactivate the Dominator Cannons would take too long. The Los Mexican fleet would surely reach Chitze in that time. San Salvadorea has a strong enough airforce to last them for awhile. How could you come up with such strategy?" Scythis questioned.

"I get it from my younger brother, you." Kane cooly replied.

Footsteps could be heard descending the stairs.

"I thought I had asked to be left in private with the prison-" Scythis began, but the young soldier appeared as if he had ran just to get to see him, "What is it?"

The soldier stood up, still trying to catch his breath, "S-Sir, t-the Earabian forces have arrived within Hell's Gate city limits. They are asking what they should do. There are also forces from Uldarious, People's Republic of Hurtful Thoughts, and Luchamos wishing the same thing."

Scythis sighed very deeply as deep thought pushed its way into his mind. Kane stood and walked towards the back of his cell, "May I offer you some advice, Scythis?"

The emperor looked up at his brother, "Please..."

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**Incoming Message**

Encription Code: 559-STG-ADAN-4444
Confirmation Code: TAGALONG

Dear Allies of Dephire,

In recent acquire of information, there has been confirmed military mobilization from Gemini, an island cluster Southwest of San Salvadorea, and from Los Mexico, another island cluster South-by-southwest of the Sea of Dephire. These two are sending multiple fleets to pound the naval harbors of: San Salvadorea, Chitze, Siem, and Coastal Defense Positions. These are primary concerns for forces located near those areas.

If you are planning assaults on Hammerfest or the Outer Rim, then I shall suggest invading the center island first. The central island consists of four major cities, two cities, and a magnitude of towns and villages. This is where you will recieve less military opposition. Take note that the Lone Wolf navy is just off the shore of Hammerfest, thus they would be within range of attacking.

There could be more I would tell you, but there are matters I must attend to.

~Delthar Jonathan Vega

General Thamous nods his head as he listened to the message for a second time. He started to make plans to send his forces to San Salvadorea and the coastal defenses. He wanted to make sure that he at least arrive in time to repeal any invasion tactics of forces of the enemy. He also wanted ot set up AA defenses and anti-ship coastal guns of his own.

Chitze+Jakal, Dephire
Upon hearing word that their coastal positions would soon be shelled beyond all recognition, and knowing that they could do nothing to prevent it for the next 48 hours, made a hasty evacuation while urging residents to flee the coming bombardment as well.

Transportation for the locals was provided as needed, even if it required dumping military hardware out of a supply truck in order to make room for another 20 to 40 soon to be refugees. The locals were also given prefferential treatment, often being allowed to ride inside the APCs and cramming themselves inside other armored vehicles while the Hurtians either rode on top or walked in the open, knowing that they would not have much chance of surviving if any shells fell their way.

It was requested that the next few airdrops come with a fighter escort and some CAS. This would slow down the land deployment in favor of more immediate -although less enduring- firepower.

It was madness for anyone to expect a policing force of mechanised infantry to stand up against a naval bombardment.

OOC:
Okay, I caught Blackhelm before he logged off again. We are discussing diplomatic terms that should lead towards peace between himself and I. My terms were for him to cease all hostile actions towards my people and I will do the same. It's quite similar to the pact I have with Emperor Pudu. We shall never engage eachother and only engage the other enemy. Sounds wrong, but it works to some advantage...

XXI Corps Column, Temporary HQ Building

"EMERGENCY! EMERGENCY!" Sergeant Ricchie screamed as loud as he could.
General Sandrez came charging down a flight of steps, clearing three at a time, and jumping para-style down a group of 10.
Ricchie calmed himself, and showed the General a message he'd written, showing the exact words of the communications man he'd just come off the line with. Sandrez looked normal. For a few seconds, anyway.
"Ricchie. GET ON THE LINE. SEND THE AIR CAVALRY TO SAN SALVADOREA AND SEIM. IF I UNDERSTAND IT, THE HURTIANS SHOULD TAKE CARE OF CHITZE AND THE OTHERS WILL PROBABLY HELP THERE TOO. I WANT THEM CHOPPERS UP IN THE SKIES IN 3 HOURS!"
Ricchie looked up at him, almost worriedly, before grinning and making a vain attempt to put a radio headset on his head by chucking it at himself.

Over at the 18th Air Cavalry, soldiers were charging about all over the place, as the few not doing so chucked supplies into the helicopters.

Sea of Dephire, Operation Saviour Flagship 'Neshii'.

"You have heard the communication, we shall launch an attack on this 'Outer Rim,' Norn said dryly to the Uldarion brass amassed in the enormous briefing room. "If Dephire can deal with the remainder of the rebels then so be it, if not we will go back to assist them 'till out duty is done, but the signs are good. It is time to behead this jackal, any questions?"

Fuuma El'Jesage stood; his long dark hair braided and his skin a chestnut-brown, a Northman then, "What sort of resistance can we expect? What is the state of our Intelligence?" Fuuma asked, his tenor voice echoing off the walls, several other high ranking officers mumbled in reply.

"A valid point, Executive-General our spy satellites are examining the terrain as we speak," Norn replied smoothly.

"Who will lead this attack?" a pale-haired Executive Colonel asked.

"That will be my duty, Executive-General Salas Dor will stay behind with one army to make sure nothing goes amiss, I will take the remaining force forward to meet the enemy," Norn replied, his green eyes examining his officers.

"Lord General, we have supplies for approximately four months of fighting, that means we don't have the luxury of grinding down our opponent. It would be...beneficial if we could secure some airfields as soon as possible," Tenninsai stated. "Airfields would enable a lot swifter re-supply, you see. Although I think the first item we will require re-supply with will be the MAR001 Teshaile's unique ammunition. I have taken the liberty of having a supply-convoy organised to continuously supply us, it will come into effect two-months after we begin to land if we still have not obtained an airfield of sufficient size," Tenninsai continued plainly, the man was suited for logistics, he was not an imaginative man, but he was punctual and accurate.

"Thank you Tenninsai, I will remember that. Now, the operation will begin tomorrow at six in the morning, so make sure everyone is ready," Norn ordered.

(OOC: So...can I have a detailed map of these Outer Rim islands and the main targets, military forces, instillations, etc.?")

The wind blows inland from the shining ocean. Crisp, clean, and moist the air felt to the skin. Experimental aircraft flew in tight formations flew everywhere. This was the Test Pilot School Military Installation, but San Salvadorea to civilians.

For the past hundred years, San Salvadorea had played itself into the rich history of Dephire. In the days of the original Scythis, San Salvadorea proved to be the final battle where Scythis and Baal lost their lives. However, whatever history this city had has been destroyed by modernization and need for expansion.

San Salvadorea placed third in population, reaching roughly one hundred million. The great majority of the citizens were new recruits. Todd Hamilton was one of them.

Todd Hamilton joined the Test Pilot School after hearing about the need of new recruits, and because he wanted to be one of the first pilots to try out the newest Dephirian aircraft, the Xavier.

To Todd, the Xavier was sexy and sleek. With swept forward wings, it could do sharp turns with ease. It also had three primary engines to enable extremely high speeds. Todd sat back in the pilot seat. He felt the control stick in his hand, and stroked the various buttons. His heads-up-display beeped softly. "Wake up newbie!" A voice came from his headset. "Huh?" He replied.

"I said wake up! You are going to get a crash course in training how to be a pilot!" Todds commanding officer stood in the doorway of his bedroom.

"Oh. OH!" He started up from his bed, just to hit his head on the top bunk. "OW!"

"God, why did you give me these kids? Hamilton, get your co up and then meet me out in Hangar Nine."

"Hangar Nine? That's the kiddie planes! Can't I fly the Xavier?"

"Are you kididng?! You need to be one of our top pilots to fly it! Man what I'd do to train another one of the Aces."

"You trained an Ace?"

"Yeah, but that was years ago. Now they are too good to visit their ol' coach."

"Sir, who were the Aces?"

"Captain John Reynolds..."

Chitze

"Hey Reynolds, I thought I told you to get me more coffee!"

"Mac, shut up."

"Hey! That's not a way to speak to your friend!"

"Just...shut up!"

"No! Maybe I wanna talk!"

"Mac, why do they always stick me with you? I could have been fine without you bothering me."

"Why do you have to be so mean!" Mac runs off, pretending to cry wildly.

"Mac! Mac! I didn't mean it!"

Back at San Salvadorea

"...Then there was Captain Mac. I could never pronounce his first name, so we just called him by his call sign, 'Cheese'...or 'Mac'..."

Chitze

"Ha! I got you to say your sorry!"

"No you didn't. I just said I didn't mean it."

"That still means your sorry! Ha ha!"

"I wish Rem was still here."

"Yeah, Rem always kept us together. Wait. Rem kept beating me up more than you!"

Footsteps of someone running through the hall passed the door followed by hundreds more. Rey and Mac stood up quickly.

"I wonder what's going on."

"Same here Rey. Shall we go see?"

"Wait. Listen. Is that the Air Raid siren?"

Mac looked at Reynolds just as Reynold looked at Mac. Their eyes were wide open and full of fright.

"Fantastic."

San Salvadorea

"...and finally...there was Captain Rembrandt, call sign 'Rem'. He was a good pilot."

"What do you mean by 'was'?"

"You remember the air attack on Hammerfest a few days ago?"

"Yes sir..."

"Yeah, Rem was one of the enemy pilots. I still have no idea why though..." The Commanding Officer went into deep thought before returning to the present, "I said get your copilot and meet me in Hangar Nine!"

"Can I please pilot an Xavier?"

"I told you already, no. Now get in your ge-"

The ground shook violently.

"Get in your gear now and don't ask any more questions!"

Chitze

"What's the status?" Reynolds yelled to the lower ranked, young men in the command center.

"Fourty enemy aircraft approaching outer perimeter. Begin defensive measures?"

"Damn right! Let them have it! Are the Xaviers ready?"

"Yes sir! Xaviers are going hot."

Another man spoke loudly, "First wave of anti-air fire is a failure."

"Alright. Scramble every god forbidden pilot we have. I'm going in the air now! Mac, let's get moving!"

"Alright, we get to kick some ass!"

San Salvadorea

Hamilton ran quickly to his friend's room, it was empty. "Dang it Rick! Where are you?!"

"I'm right here! Let's get going!" Rick had appeared from behind Todd. They both ran down the hallway and took a sharp right, sliding as they went. Rick, having just woken up, was still putting on his flight suit. "What the hell is going on?"

"I don't know! Just keep running! We have to go to Hangar Nine!"

"Aw man! Mr. Stink-Breath needs to give us a break! We can pilot a X-wing!"

They burst through the door leading into the airfield, Hangar Nine was directly in front of them.

"Great. I forgot it was half a mile to Hangar Nine!"

"Better get running, Todd!"

The two ran through the airfield, dodging artillery shell after artillery shell. They were within two hundred feet when a whistle pierced the air.

"We better Duck!"

Todd and Rick hit the ground just as the hangar burst into large pieces of scrap metal.

"So much for Hangar Nine..." Rick commented and sat up.

"I've got something better." Todd smiled.

"No. Last time we did something stupid, I got into trouble!"

"Rick, do you see anyone around?"

"Well, duh stupid!"

"No, I meant do you see anyone around us now? They will not know if we are supposed to fly the Xavier!"

"I gotta hand it to you, your right."

"Then let's go!"

Chitze

Reynolds slid into the cockpit of his aircraft. "Dang that's a nice piece of work." He then slapped a picture of his house on the console and closed the canopy. "You hear me Mac?"

Mac laughed, "Yeah I hear you. Loud and clear! Just don't yell at me!"

"Why I'll yell at you if I want to!"

"Haha! Good luck to you too, buddy!"

Reynolds smiled, he couldn't help but mess with his friend. He checked his flaps and if he actually had something to shoot with. "Control Tower, this is Captain John Reynolds. Do you hear me loud and clear?"

The control tower man in charge flipped a switch, "Crystal clear. Good luck Reynolds."

"Thanks."

Reynolds started up the aircraft, and begun to taxi out.

San Salvadorea

"Do you even know where they keep them?"

"Rick, you obviously have forgotten that I'm the master of the manipulation. Remember that nice girl that works in the information department?"

"Oh don't continue."

They kept running down staircase after staircase. Eventually bursting through another door.

"My god it's beautiful!"

"Todd, I hope your not getting happy over a piece of equipment."

"No time for a rebutal, get in!"

Todd hopped into one of the two aircraft.

"Any room for me dude?"

"I don't think so man. Get in the other one!"

Rick ran over to the other one and got in. Todd began flipping switches, activating every feature. "Man this baby's hot!"

"Do you know how to get outta here? We are like fifty feet below the ground in case you've forgotten!"

"Uhh no. Hmm. Let's see. Oh, I wonder what this button does..." Todd pushed a red button.

"Missile Firing Sequence Activated-"

"I don't think that's the button Todd!"

Todd turned off the aircraft, then turned it back on. "I want to get out of this stupid rock!"

The wall infront of them disintegrated right before them.

"I'll take it!"

"I hope you know what your doing Todd!"

"I always know what I'm doing, Rick."

Todd kicked in the thruster, and shot out of the opening.

OOC:
I just wanted to try one of these...

OOC: Yeah, but seriously, I need a nice big map, I'm thinking 500 by 500 with the terrain loosely mapped out, ports, military forces etc. things that could be seen via high resolution spysat.
Heh, funnier the second time I read it.

About 5 or so miles outside of San Salvadorea, General Thamous look onward at the city being attacked.

"Damn, he moaned, "they have already started attacking them. Lt. Sheers!!!"

"Yessir!"

"Get our Helos in the air, ask for air support to friggin attack the sources of those artillery and lets get this army rolling near the coast between that city and the ocean!"

"Yessir!"

Thats when the General felt the tank under him move. Thousands of troops and hundreds of tanks started moving into the city proper in a matter of time. Now it is a matter of waiting till the enemy forces tried to invade the city.

bump...

OOC:
All ADAN members, please check the respected Off-Site thread pertaining to this one. I had posted a request there that has been overlooked.

Just five hours before, the city of San Salvadorea was at peace. The wind blew inland from the sea, and gave the city a nice calm. Now the city was being tornup by fire. All hope relied on two pilots inside respected Xavier aircraft, or so they thought.

"Unidentified aircraft. You are flying within restricted airspace. Identify yourselves or you will be destroyed by the Dephirian Airforce."

"Umm Todd? Are our own guys going to destroy us?"

"I have no idea. Let me try something..."

"Alright."

Todd fumbled with a switch, "Hello, do you read me control tower? This is Ace Pilot Todd Hamilton. My wingman is Ace Pilot Rick Templar. We are Dephirian Pilots, so please don't shoot at us!"

"We have no information on an ace by your name, but we have trainee pilots under those names. How the hell did you get in those Zeniths?"

"Zenith? What the hell is a Zenith?"

"The planes you are in."

"We were under the impression that these were Xaviers!"

"Oh god...see what you got us into, Todd?!"

"Don't get onto me! It was either we go into these or gotten blown to pieces! Hey, CT...uhh...what the hell are we to do?"

"Well, the Zenith-class fighter was experimental. We were only able to build two aircraft at the budget we were given..."

"What was that budget?"

"Nearly three billion per, so don't you scratch them! Anyway, you are up for court marshal when you land."

"Todd, thanks."

"No problem!" Todd smiled.

"We are going to send you some assistance. San Salvadorea will not fall!"

Just as the man behind the control center console relayed the message, he was heard from never again. Nearly fifty fighters joined up with the two rookie pilots to form one of the largest squadrons ever formed in Dephirian history, and this was only the beginning for Todd and Rick.

(OOC: Part IIB will come up soon. Right now someone is going to be taking over my computer so that they can play W.O.W. Oh, and for visual effect, try looking at the squadron that was launched to counter the alien ship in "Independence Day". Two new aircraft, the Zenith and Xavier, are being drawn up by me, so you can see what they look like and why they were confused by Todd. A map is also coming, it is just taking longer than I thought. Maybe I should have just cut down the number of cities and bases to about three each...)

Skies darken as two natural enemies meet. May the God's pass judgment on their souls with ease...

Chitze

Ace pilot John Reynolds was always cool in situations such as these. Four hundred enemy pilots against his squadron of one hundred aircraft were acceptable odds. He flipped a switch, arming the K109 DC Missiles that were stowed within the body of the Xavier-class aircraft.

"Ace Reynolds, targets are at your twelve. Do you see them?"

Reynolds did see them. Fourteen ships were dead on the horizon and a black cloud of enemy aircraft were heading straight towards him.

"Yes, I see three aircraft carriers, seven battleships, and four destroyers. There is also a helluvah lot of enemy aircraft heading for us. DC missiles are armed and ready. Procede with counter?"

"Affirmative. Permission granted. Attack at once!"

Reynolds flipped his communicator switch, "All Dephirian aircraft, split off into squadrons of two. These maggots don't know the strength of the Dephirian arm!"

Voices sounded in his headset, most were cheering. The cheering stopped when the enemy aircraft closest to them began blaring their cannons.

"Break up now!" Reynolds yelled into his mouth piece. The main squadron broke up into fifty miniature two-man squadrons, and then split into many different directions. Reynolds began firing off his gattling cannon at the enemy aircraft, four bursted into flames instantly.

"What's up, Rey?"

"Mac, is that you?"

"You know it! Let me try something..."

A burst of light flashed out from Mac's Xavier.

"What the hell was that, Mac?"

"We have mini lasers on these things, just wanted to try it out."

"Haha! Die you traitor-scum!" Two DC missiles soard from underneath Reynolds and slammed into two enemy aircraft.

"Nice one Rey! Watch this!" Mac did a lazy barrel roll while his guns were blazing, ten aircraft were torn to shreds.

"Don't get cocky. You've got some bogey on your six."

"I see him! Firing laser...woot! Got him!" The enemy aircraft fell from the sky, its pilot ripped in half as well as his plane.

"Man, that's some power..."

"Incoming Transmission..."

"Accept message."

"Attention All Dephirian Pilots. The enemy has lost nearly one hundred and fifteen aircraft. This is excellent. However, the enemy ships are our number one priority. They have begun bombarding Chitze while everyone has been distracted..."

"You thinking what I'm thinking, Rey?"

"...Destroy all targets."

"Magnus Bombs."

"Hell yeah!"

Below them, the sea had become a floating graveyard of dead pilots and destroyed aircraft. Admist all of the carnage, the seven battleships had begun firing their massive cannons.

"All Dephirian Aircraft, roll call."

"Sir, we're all still here...well except for Chad and Heimlen. They were killed about five minutes ago."

"Alright, well we have a new priority. Evade all aircraft and strike those ships. NOW!"

Multiple answers of "Yes Sir" were heard. Every few moments, a squadron dived down to unload two Magnus Bombs into a battleship's hull. Large explosions soon followed, ripping the hull to shreds. Bodies began littering the seas at expotential rates. One battleship began to sink rapidly, another soon followed.

"Alright, now to focus on those carriers."

"Already on it, Rey!"

Mac dived towards one of the carrier's flight deck and began firing missiles left and right. The deck exploded into many balls of fire. Mac began to rise after making his round, and dove again. This time he dropped four bombs, leaving four massive holes in the deck.

"It's still afloat! These ships are tough!"

"Don't take all the fun. I'm making my run."

Reynolds launched four deep-penetration missiles into the holes that Mac had created. These deep-penetration missiles were dense. They went straight through to hull, but exploded just as they were about to hit the ship's bottom. This ruptured two massive holes, and two fountains of water surged upward through the hull and over the flight deck.

"Haha! It worked!"

"Show off! It only worked because I gave you the opportunity!"

"Which ship was that?"

"I think it was the 'KarPoaul'."

"Ah. Poor waste of a good ship."

"Can I ask you something?"

"Go ahead, Mac."

"Uh, why did they send such a small fleet?"

"...holy-"

San Salvadorea

Rookie pilot Todd Hamilton and his friend Rick Templar had been fighting for nearly an hour. The enemy had sent in a surge of five hundred aircraft, mostly fighters. Fifty ships were assorted every where. Twenty battlships, ten destroyers, six carriers, and fourteen large transport ships. The large transport ships had been slowly lumbering through the water towards the San Salvadorean coastline.

"Rick, uh. What do you think we should do about those transports?"

"Well...we could try to destroy them."

"That would be the best option. What other option do we have?"

"Um. Die?"

"Nice, smart ass."

Laughter was in Todd's headset. The two Zenith-class aircraft dove sharply, turning as they descended. Eventually, two of the transport ships were in their sights.

"Let's see what this thing can do!"

"I take the one on the left...you take the one on the right."

"Whatever Todd, just don't die."

The two aircraft flew low, close to the water. Small waves crested in their wake.

"Alright Rick, I see this really nice red button here. Do you think that if I push it, something usefull will occur?"

"Push it then!"

Todd jammed down hard on the button.

"Zenith Missile, firing." A computerized female voice spoke, "Please turn away from target area. Maintain safe distance of five miles."

"I think we need to turn around, Rick!"

"Alright!"

Rick and Todd split, each kicking in their afterburners. They were ten miles away from the two ships within moments.

"Impact in 3...2...1...Impact!" A medium-sized wave of air surged from where Todd's missile impacted with one of the transport ships. The entire backside of the ship was decimated, nearly vaporized. Even the ship close to the missile's impact began to capsize.

"What the hell was that?!" Rick yelled into his mike.

"I...think it was a miniature nuke..."

"Captain Todd, what the hell was that?!"

"I don't know. What is a Zenith Missile?"

"You idiot, the Zenith Missile is experimental! What the hell did you do?"

"I fired it...and it just sank two transport ships."

"Oh. Good job Captain Hamilton!"

Rick interrupted, "Uhh, what exactly is the Zenith Missile?"

"Let's just say that it has the power of a miniature nuclear missile...a very, very small miniature nuclear missile. It was developed to be a weapon that was not a super weapon. Consider it a good thing to have in times of crises."

"How many do we have?" Todd asked.

"Enough. Exact count? Ten apiece. Well...minus one for you, Todd."

"Good. Thanks sir!"

"Now let's go kick some traitor ass, Todd!"

Hell's Gate

Jonathan Vega and his brother Kane were trying to catch up as quickly as possible. Remnants of the Lone Wolf front line were still being found after many had ran into the surrounding foothills. Already, four hundred tanks were reassembled and ready to start heading back to Sarajevo. Three hundred thousand soldiers were also getting ready to head out.

"Scythis, Lone Wolf has begun attacking your main outer ports. Shouldn't we send the army there?"

"My brother, you underestimate my air force and the strength of my allies. Those Lone Wolf navies will fall. We must focus on the security of our inside population. Right now, Lone Wolf could be trying to break free from that Black Gate!"

"I highly doubt that. When I was the leader, I had devised a plan to go through an old pathway that was probably forgotten by you."

"The Ancient Road?"

"Yes, the very same."

"Then we shall send forces there. Can I ask you something?"

"Always, brother."

"Can you get my main fleet here on time?"

"I can try."

"Thank you."

Scythis walked through the main gates of Hell's Gate to address his soldiers, "Brothers and Sisters of Dephire. We are not going to Sarajevo. Our strength is needed elsewhere. To the northwest is a large and wide road that the armies of Lone Wolf will use as a bridgeway into Dephire. This is our next destination. However, not all of you will be making the journey. Chitze and San Salvadorea has been attacked! Those willing to volunteer will be sent there instead..."

(OOC: Still working on map. It's been difficult with all of these storms occuring.)

Seim, Air Cavalry Positions


THOOM

THOOM
THOOM

"What the hell was that?" Sergeant Davies ran for the shelter of one of the helicopters on the ground.
A few other soldiers joined him, plus the radio operator and their Captain.
The Captain was the first to reply.
"I don't know. Private! get on that radio and get Regimental. Find out what the hell is...
THOOM
Then, the radio crackled.
"Attention, all units. San Salvadorea and Chitze have been attacked. What you just heard was a Zethiz...What? oh, yeah....sorry, Zenith missile, and some ships blowing up. It's one of ours. Anyway, I want the First Battalion up in the Air and looking for some kind of enemy fleet. Chitze and San Salvadorea have been attacked, so Seim will be next. Go! Go!
"First battalion? Looks like we got our call sign, boys. Get in that chopper!"
The six men piled into the D-56 as the engine started. Within seconds, the same helicopter was speeding upwards and toward the open sea.

Later, however, an armoured division was to get an order to move off too. but this time, toward the large roadway that the lone Wolf would undoubtedly pass down sooner or later.

When a flash of light and BOOM went off, the General twitched and realized it was a nuke device. He pushes a button on his comm pack and says one word. "Go."
Just then two dozen of the newest upgrade of Cozzy Fighters took off vertically and flew off toward the ocean shore line to look for ships.

hurtful or someone needs to post NOW.

BTW, i'll be on holiday between 24 may and 9 june, so Antigran forces will just be idling for then...

OOC:
There's no land conflict in my sectors, and I have no air or sea assets in the vicinity for the next 24 IC hours.

IC:
The Hurtians ducked by the side of the road os shells screamed overhead, and watched contrails as jet fighters skirmished in the skies.

The Hurtian field commanders cursed at hemselves for not bringing their own air defense systems n the firt waves...

((This is just for opinion, but should I split the battle of Chitze and Siem into two other threads and have this one for the "Final Battle"?)

No. Just more complication.
Besides, there's less enough posts here as there is without them being diverted to two other threads...

Storm clouds rest upon the background of Chitze. Large, ominous, and dark the clouds appear. Hours have passed on slowly as the final battles began to set up. It will not be long until two mortal and yet ancient enemies duel for survival for what should be the last true battle of Briska.

Chitze

Word spread like wild fire when news of the entire Lone Wolf Armada was attempting to strike the most important naval harbor in all of Dephire, Chitze. Chitze was a city that guarded the mouth of the Sea of Dephire. If it fell, then any nation with a naval fleet could strike at Dephire's heart. With the primary armada in Deconter, Chitze was left with an auxilary fleet. However, Chitze had many large coastal weapons. Scouting aircraft plotted where the Lone Wolf Navy was located with each fly-by, of these aircraft, two were piloted by no other than Todd Hamilton and Rick Chavez.

"Any new enemy movements?" A voice in Todd's headpiece barked. It was one of the men working the control tower.

"Sir, enemy continues to crawl towards Chitze at a roughly thirty miles per hour. They have nearly one hundred attack ships and ten landing ships. No sign of carriers."

"Ah, the carriers must have gone back to their home ports."

"I agree, sir."

"Alright, Hamilton, make way for HQ."

Todd and Rick began to turn towards the friendly airspace when suddenly Todd's warning signals began to panic, "Enemy aircraft in range."

"Sir! Enemy aircraft approaching! Missile fired! Rick is hit! He's in flames! Rick is going down!"

"Hamilton, report!"

"Rick is gone...!"

"Kick in the afterburners and get into friendly airspace now!"

This was no time to feel sorrow, and Todd knew it. His warning system was flashing red like crazy. Todd was filled with bitter rage. He kicked in the thruster and made a very acute turn towards the enemy aircraft.

"How dare you take him from me. He was my one and only friend!" Todd yelled into his mike. He fired two Zenith missiles. The high-explosive content ripped apart four of the enemy aircraft in a moment's time. Todd soared past the balls of fire, and saw seven more aircraft.

"Die ghastels!" ((OOC: Pronounced Gah-Steels; Translation fuckers))

This time Todd pulled the trigger that had his gattling guns kick into life. Within seconds of each other, the enemy aircraft bursted into their own respected balls of fire.

A voice came into his headset, "Kid, you okay?" Todd had been too focused in his revenge that he was caught off guard. In reaction to this startlement, he banked sharply to his left and dropped to two hundred feet before regaining his composure.

"Captain Reynolds...is that you?"

Reynolds was laughing on the other end, "Yeah Kid, this is Ace Captain John Reynolds of the Dephirian Airforce."

"Wow! Where are you?"

"Look up! We are right over you about four miles to your eight o'clock."

Todd looked up and smiled as he saw a squadron of thirteen gray aircraft with black tips were soaring towards him. At the head of the formation was a lone Xavier-Class fighter. The smile disappeared when he remembered his fallen comrade.

"Sir, I just lost my best friend..."

The gray squadron made a fly-over above Hamilton's white Zenith-fighter. Reynolds spoke sincerely, "Kid, I swear to you that those Wolf bastards will pay for your friend's death. You are not the only person who has lost a friend in this war. I lost someone as well. This nation almost lost the Godsends. Scythis is the last remnant of our government. However, we must concern ourselves with something more important. As we have been speaking, the Lone Wolf Navy was able to pull within targeting range of our shores."

"Sit rep sir?"

"Sink the navy once and for all."

"Yes sir!"

"Oh, and Kid.."

"Yes sir?"

"You are now part of the Bichu squadron. Get in formation."

"Yes sir!"

((OOC: Bichu translates into "Dark Paladin" for their dark paint. The gray is charcoal gray. A Zenith Fighter is basically an SU-37 with wings swept backwards. The Xavier Fighter is of the same basic look as the Zenith, only it has thinner, but longer wings.))

ANTIGRAN BASE CAMP, 40KM FROM SEIM

An Antigran GPL 'Jeep' sped into the compound, swerving sharply to avoid a PFC.
The five-cylinder 256 horsepower engine revved and the tyres squealed as the Staff Sergeant at the helm flung the steering wheel round.
The vehicle finally slid to a halt a metre clear of the temporary HQ building, a recently abandoned farmhouse.

Inside, Generals Sandrez, McCarron, and Harrod, the latter of which recently rushed over to Dephire from the campaign in Mer de Ennuis, got up as the Sergeant jumped out of the jeep and dashed toward the open door, a Private stepping aside and moving his brand-new Sabre II assault rifle out of the way to let him through.
A V60X3 heavy machine-gunner eyed the man through the open door as he stopped himself short of the table at which the three Generals were clustered.
The Sergeant produced a note with details of what was going on.
Sandrez read the note and passed the note around, at the same time muttering

"Oh, Shit"

Harrod read the note and passed it to McCarron.

"I second that"

McCarron read the contents of the note before setting it down by a radio and saying:

"Goes for me too. Have we got any forces near Chitze at all?

Sandrez answered.

"The Three-Fifty-Fifth recon had a couple of jeeps and armoured cars in the place yesterday, just got back"

Harrod was next to reply.

"Look, let's get to the point. Set out the facts.
One, Chitze is in unsurmountable danger from the Lone Wolfies.
Two, the dephirian forces there can't hold out for that long, nomatter how many big zeniths and rail cannons they got.
Three, we don't know where the hell the PROHT and the others are. We've being too busy flying around on helicopters and telling the civvies they'll be OK. We need to put calls out to them. Got that, Johnson?"

"Yes, sir" A comm man sitting on a chair drinking coffee got up, mug in hand, and exited the room, entering a converted Truck-Communications vehicle.
A Radio buzzed into life.

Harrod continued. "Four, the dephirians, denying it or not, will at some point need support"
He sighed deeply.

The other two knew what he was thinking. What the bloody hell do we do now? They need support, they've got a big naval fleet steaming up their arse, planes right up their arse, and I can't imagine a huge load of men or armour there.
They may well have big tanks with two guns that make funny noises.
But dephirian troops can't just appear forever. I don't think they'll hold.

McCarron spoke up all of a sudden.
"They need support fast, right?
A-aaand they need big guns, right?
We need fast vehicles. Lots of 'em.
Infantry, obviously, supported by reasonable anti-armour firepower...armoured cars and wheeled APCs can provide those. But..."

Sandrez finished the sentence for him. "...Fast Heavy Artillery? The Air Cav is tied up with the civilians in Seim.
AD-35 'copters can lift a 8-inch gun and 50 rounds of ammo easy. But they're with the Air Cav"

"I've got a workable idea" Harrod piped up. "Air-Lift 'em. We need two airfields or so in the vicinity of Chitze. Those Dephirians just need to allocate them for us. Johnson, get on the horn to the Dephies in Chitze..."

"Ah'm already doing it!" The comm man yelled back. "The miracles of overhearing"

Harrod resumed his planning. "Fair enough, they won't hold out the place for that much longer, but by then we can move in with the armour...and the mobile Rail Cannons. How many portable ones we got?"

Sandrez answered. "Four times DGE four-fifteen millimetre. Not that large, but with the Rail Gun effect, they'll do pretty good in the long term"

McCarron was next. "Go"

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OOC: The DGE Rail-Cannon is a 415mm weapon mounted on a huge wheeled trailer. It is pulled by a Half-Track prime mover built specially for this purpose, which also houses half of the complement of 30 men for self defence and a .55 calibre chain gun for all kinds of defence.

Anyone gonna post?

I will tomorrow, maybe. But soon.
Stupid mid-years.

I'm writing up another post...and this one is gonna kick everyone in the balls.

OOC commentary on IC:
Looking for the progression of time...

My forces are still stuck where I originally placed them because, firstly, they lack highly mobile units, and secondly, said units won't be available until I can get them there.

The best I have is a few helicopters and IFVs, if even, the rest are still 'leg' infantry.

The Navy would take days, and the air force will need some time to place their aircraft in your fields (besides, your airports aer most likely swamped with your own air force at the moment [yes, I'm aware of the losses]).

Your government hasn't whined much about being swampd, so there is no apparent need to waste space weapons on an insurgency.

OOC: This is not complete, yet, but will soon be hopefully by tomorrow.

IC:
Desperation and panic creates grave mistakes and rash actions.

It was the fifth day since the Lone Wolf Navy had kept their course towards Chitze. Scythis had decided to stay in the citadel of Hell's Gate. He felt it necessary to make sure the ground forces of Lone Wolf's army could not get through. Scythis sat upon his chair on a balcony overlooking the beautiful landscape. This would be his last enjoyment of life.

Kane was given special privileges after he convinced Scythis that he was his real brother. Right now he was rummaging through various items and weapons. Kane was accompanied by one man, a low-ranked soldier by the name of Tre'baus.

"Sir, what do you need all of these weapons for?" The soldier asked Kane quietly.

"Tre'baus, a time of great change is coming. Did you send the message to the address I gave you?" Kane replied sternly.

"I did as you asked, sir." Tre'baus replied cautiously.

"Good," was Kane's short response.

Kane found several throwing knives, which he began placing into respected slots along his belt, legs and arms. He then took twin pistols from their holsters and expertly cleared their chambers. Kane then reloaded the pistols, and reholstered them. He also added four additional clips of ammunition to his belt.

"Are you going into battle, sir?" Tre'baus asked Kane.

Kane smiled as he took two katana-like swords out of their sheaths, "something like that". Kane, satisfied, put the swords back into their sheaths and attached the sheaths to his belt, one on either side. He then proceeded to opening a cabinet, revealing more weapons.

"What are you planning sir?" Tre'baus continued to question Kane's actions.

Kane turned around, "if I told you, I would have to kill you," he joked before taking several throwing stars and darts from the cabinet.

Tre'baus was startled, but felt a rush of excitement and curiosity, "I can help you! Please tell me your plan!"

Kane was not moved, "No. Go see if I have any visitors and leave me alone."

"Yes, sir." Tre'baus left Kane alone. He walked briskly down the dark, cold corridor. The entire building had a very strong medieval times look and feel to it. The torches on either side of the corridor only added to the medieval feel. Tre rounded a corner and slipped into a small crevice where a statue once stood. He briefly looked around to see if the coast was clear before speaking into a communicator on his cuff link. "Alert the guard. Scythis may be in-." Tre'baus was silenced by a bullet through the back of his skull.

"Hello? Hello?! Tre, are you there?" A voice yelled through the small speakers on the cuff link.

A figure wearing a dark gray special forces uniform picked up the dead man's arm and spoke into the communicator, "Everything is fine, I just fell down."

The man behind the voice on the other side of the communication was fooled, "Ah, okay! What were you saying about Scythis?"

"He is being requested to come to Kane's chambers in four hours," the figure spoke.

"Oh, okay! Hey, are you sick or something? Your voice seems rather hoarse and deeper than it usually is." The voice began to get suspicious.

"Yeah," the man faked a cough loud enough for the communicator to pick up, "might be a cold."

"Ah, might want to go home then." The voice replied, then clicked off.

"Will do, fools." Kane sneered as he destroyed the communicator. He opened a large pot and put the body into it. "Stupid spy," Kane spoke at the corpse. He closed the lid to the pot and made his way back towards his chambers. Upon arrival, a boy about thirteen years of age ran towards him.

"Sir! You have visitors!" The boy shouted towards Kane.

Kane smiled and turned towards the boy, "Well send them to my chambers, little boy."

"Yes sir!" The boy replied before running off.

The boy ran down the hall and took the sharp corner to the right. He then ran straight down the grand corridor, which ran the length of two and a half football fields. About three-quarters of the way down the hall, the boy took a left. In front of him were the Grand Staircase. The boy descended the staircase three steps at a time and kept running upon the landing. He was now in the main entrance. Nearly out of breath, the boy decided to walk towards the large doorway. He opened one of the doors softly. Four cloaked figures stood not but four feet from the door and nearly two feet apart from one another.

"Hello again, dear boy. Please tell us where we can find Kane." The voice had a strong Russian accent, and was female.

"Kane lives in the Grand Chambers. They are up the stairs and you just follow the corridors. Hey, wait! I know you! Your J-". One of the other figures had pulled a pistol and shot the boy. Disregarding the act of cold blood, the four figures walked through the doorway, up the stairs, down the corridor, and to Kane's chambers.

It had been nearly twenty minutes since the boy had told Kane of his visitors' arrival, and in that time Kane had been preparing tea. He had done some tidying up as well as polishing some of the swords that were hanging over the mantle. All of a sudden, there was a knock at his door.

"To who knocks at my door?" Kane asked quizzically.

"Kre'mbele Astrik Norbelk Estrige. Open." The same female voice replied to Kane's quiz that had spoken to the boy.

Kane smiled, "Enter my good friends, we have much to discuss."

OOC2:
More of this is to come possibly tomorrow, but I just had to get this typed before I went nuts.

Part 1 of possibly 3 complete. Part 2 is in progress.

And part 2?

(oh golly, this is jsut another loose end I need to catch up, can I still post my assault on the outer rim or is that something that we'll just let go.
I should have made a note of this rp, if I don't reply in a few days someone drop me a TG?)

(notices the two words I've been waiting for "Day five")

Task Force 3: (arriving 2 days early)
Lt Major Omar P. Liner was standing on the forward hull of the HTS Dunkirk, his bck to the pair of large 18" guns.

"Land Ho!"

He was still getting used to the people aboard the Dunkirk and their ways, but he was learning.

"Status report on our forces."

"Yes sir, we have suffered no real casualties, though we lost the town of Chitzi."

"Send them reinforcements. I want a military presence there within the next 24 hours, any other hotspots?"

"East coat and western mountain ranges took a beating a few days ago."

"Alright, deploy troops akready stationed in Dephire to assist any way they can in the assault and relief eforts, resorting to using Dephirian supplies if need be."

"Orders being drafted and sent."

"Good, now leave me alone"

On the horizon was Task Force 5, though their troops were bottlenecked at Chitze due to damage sustained previously during the shelling.

A small 'Hurtian air force' of FMA-6Bs and some 'obsolete' Jagaurs had been set-up on Dephirian highways and clearings. Though most of the air to air fighting had ceased by now.

The destroyed SCRC mounts were replaced by Hurtian railguns airlifted in on temporary loan until thje Dephirians could replace thier losses.

"Sons of the Gods, take heed the warning bestowed upon you this very moment for a mortal of the same reputation as yourselves is about to be destroyed."

A knock sounded throughout Kane's room. It was loud and untainted from interference. Kane smiled and checked to see if his pistols were holstered and out of sight. Hushed whispers came from the four cloaked people.

"Hush!" Kane told the people. He then answered the knock at the door.

Standing on the other side of the huge ivory door was Jonathan Vega in his combat outfit, a fully armored suit that was made to be light and extremely flexible. "Let me in, Kane," Vega said sternly.

"Of course, my brother, come in!" Kane made an extremely slow and sarcastic motion with his arm for Vega to enter his quarters.

"Why is it that you wanted me to appear here tonight?" Vega quickly demanded of Kane.

"Now Scythis, don't be so rude! You aren't my only guest," Kane motioned towards the four seated people with cloaks on. Their heads were covered in dark black hoods.

"Who are these people?" Vega asked bitterly.

"Why Scythis, how rude of you to forget about me!" The person who responded was not Kane. In fact, it was a voice all too familiar to Vega. A female voice.

"J-Jane? B-but how are you-" Vega stammered, but was cut off.

"Alive? I left before the arena was attacked. However, I heard that you did a nice job disposing that wretched-" Jane herself was interrupted from one of the other cloaked men, whom jumped up from his seat causing his hood to slip from his head.

"That is enough Jane!"

Vega looked at the face of Alexander, the face of his fake brother of which he had killed in the arena, "H-how are you alive?"

The man looked at Vega and scoffed, "I knew you'd be surprised and stupid, but I didn't know you would be this surprised and this stupid. I'm one of Alexander's identical brothers. You see, there were three of us."

Vega was still in shock, but recovered enough for speech, "So...I really did kill an 'Alexander' so that I could end the business in Danteri."

The man claiming to be Alexander's brother twitched, "Yes, you did kill my brother. In fact, you killed both of my brothers. You humiliated my family when you cut him into pieces. I see you still carry the same swords that you had in the Arena."

Vega, out of instinct, was feeling the hilts of his two beloved swords at the mention of the Arena. However, he quickly lifted his hands when he felt something cold against the back of his neck.

"Now now, no need for violence. This is a reunion. Coronado, please give Vega a drink. He's going to need some calming," Kane chuckled to himself as one of the cloaked men removed their hood and smiled. The man then poured Vega a small glass of spirits.

"Hello Scythis, how have you been? You look terrible. Are you seeing ghosts?" Coronado sneered and sat back down.

"What are you planning, Kane?" Vega turned towards Kane as soon as the cold metal was removed.

"Planning? My dear Scythis, planning was over several decades ago, you were merely my pawn in all of this. How else would a dark skinned Briskarn ever achieve power amongst normal humans? I had to pull quite a few strings and even kill some people for you to reach the top. You see, I am the mastermind behind your entire life, from the story we told you when you were little, to even your most trusted board of advisers. Your race was finished nearly fifty years ago, not a thousand. You are the true last Briskarn. I lied about being one so that you'd accept me into your life. Your family was swiftly erased from existence. Jane's job was to try and distract you with something any man would fall for, love. You fell for it easily." Kane had began to lay things out. All of the information was becoming to much for Vega to handle. He was leaning against the wall. Just trying to continue standing was a great amount of effort.

"Jane, why?" Scythis asked almost in a whisper.

"Why? Because your pathetic race shouldn't have even existed. It was a mistake to try and play God when we were developing the perfect organism. Your race was too perfect. A Briskarn had the natural strength of three men, and nearly five times the endurance, stamina, speed, higher hand-eye coordination level, everything about your race was perfect. Briskarn were created to be the perfect warriors for the mere purpose of a soldier or body guard, and nothing more. However, that wasn't enough for your damned race. Along with the enhancements your race had came a great sense of ambition and defiance. Soon the Briskarn began to revolt, and despite far less numbers the Briskarn began pushing out even the strongest of soldier from the lands of Argout. You heard stories that Dephire used to be part of one of the largest empires on the face of this world, well that is true. One hundred and fifteen years ago, Argout was that vast empire. The Briskarn Project was our last hope to save the empire from collapse. Foreign reaches of the empire were breaking away from the empire, and the Briskarn were to be used to settle things. When the Briskarn began revolting on our home soil, that was the true beginning of the destruction of Argout. It wasn't but one hundred years ago when all traces of Argout were destroyed. This was the time when a famous asshole began to ruin all of our plans. It was you." Jane glared straight at Vega.

"You must be confused, I don't know what you are talking about..." Vega's eyes were wide opened.

"Eighty-five years ago, you were able to get the stupid Briskarn to become organized. Within two years, the Briskarn began to conquer, which was fulfilling one of the goals of the Briskarn Project. Those stories of you being nearly a 'God' were so out of proportion that it makes me sick. All you did was organize them, and then you became 'immortal' to their minds." Jane tried to put venom in nearly every word she spoke.

"What about...the fight for Sarajevo?" Vega quietly asked, "That has to be historically accurate..."

"It never happened." Jane snapped at Vega.

"How could it not happen? I have flashbacks of my battle with...Baal." Vega remembered.

"Vivid imagination created from years of memory implants. We were very careful with you when you were a child, but to think that you would be one of the first to turn against us." Jane jabbed Vega in the chest with her finger.

"Enough Jane, pestering him will not bring your family back. Vega, looks like your luck is running slim. Already two people have huge grudges against you, that you obviously know. Now how about Coronado gives you his story?" Kane smiled as he stepped back. Coronado was behind him with a darkened face.

"What does he mean, Coronado?" Vega asked quietly.

"You killed my family. In front of me, you slaughtered ever single one of them. The evil laugh you gave out, the blood on your sword...it still frightens me. Seeing you cower now makes me feel just how weak you really are. I was just a baby, you sick fuck." Coronado spat on Vega's face.

"Coronado, please! We are having a civil conversation here. Skragg, would you like me to go next?" Kane snickered.

Vega's eyes darted around the room, sweat glistening his forehead. He soon found the last hooded figure sitting in the back where the shadows had engulfed him, "S-Skragg? You as well?"

Skragg slowly lowered the hood revealing platinum blonde hair that was in a crew cut. His face had a long scar that ran from his right temple to the lower left of his jaw. He wore an earing in one ear as well to fit the appearance. Skragg's eyes were slightly downcast, immediately settling on the spot where Vega had been shot nearly two weeks ago. It took several moments of staring at that spot for Skragg to come to, "Yes, Scythis, I am as well. You see I was the best swordsman of the Imperial Army of Argout. In fact, I was the best swordsman in the world. My medals and ribbons didn't matter-"

Kane quickly inserted something, "Skragg was the most decorated General in nearly four hundred years."

Skragg nodded his head, "Medals and Ribbons mattered not. As long as I could use my sword, then I was fine. That was until the Briskarn began to gain control. I had never seen such skill with a blade in my life. There was this one particular individual that could strike so quickly that if I blinked, I would have never seen the blade. This individual cut through our army like a hot knife through the hardest of butter. He was unstoppable, and he was you. Before you came around, I had never lost a battle, but then I started losing every battle I fought."

Vega stood straight, "I don't understand..."

"With nearly four thousand of my soldiers watching, you and I began fighting each other. Because it was a duel amongst generals, everyone stopped what they were doing to come and see who will lead them. The duel was over so fast that there were still people waiting for it to begin. You broke my sword and gave me this scar of shame. After that, my reputation took a plummet," Skragg let out a long sigh of sorrow and backed up a few steps. Kane took his place.

"And what have I done to you, Kane?" Vega questioned sarcastically.

Kane spoke quickly and to the point, "You merely destroyed my empire."

"Y-your empire?" Vega was confused again.

"I am, or was the Emperor of Argout. After the empire collapsed, all of my most trusted people left for a chain of islands off the northeast coast of the mainland. We called it the Lone Wolfe Islands, for that is what I felt like. Eighty years ago, you and your Briskarn army had taken control of all the mainland and named it 'Dephire' to honor your defiance towards the empire. It took another two years before a counter attack could be waged against your 'Dephire'. Jane is incorrect about the battle of Sarajevo. However, so are all of the history books you, along with everyone else, have read. You see, we had trained a member of your family to be a soldier of our army. He developed quite quickly, and became one of the greatest generals of all. His name was Baal. The two of you fought in Sarajevo, yes, but you were not the victor. You lost miserably to your brother's army, and soon the Briskarn began losing ground. However, I had not predicted that we would push your armies back far enough to where you had to cross into Lone Wolfe. By that time, the war had once again reached our capital. With a massive push, several hundreds of thousands of troops defeated your army. With that, we left the islands to reclaim our homeland. That was when Lone Wolfe became 'Briska'. Well, I was soon dethroned in a coup and have been plotting to reclaim my throne ever since," Kane finished up with a nice laugh.

"So, why don't I remember this? And if it was so long ago, why doesn't it appear as if we had aged?" Vega was quizzical.

"Because, Briskarns age much more slowly when they come of the age of twelve. You see, we saw the potential in your race's blood, and we just mixed it with our own. The results, as you can see, are marvelous." Jane answered the question without thinking.

"Then why don't I remember anything?" Vega questioned.

"We had to put you into a sleep induced coma in order for Kane to pull those loose ends and kill a few people. In the process, you lost a great deal of memory." Jane answered once more.

"What are you going to do with me?" Vega was sure he knew the answer, and did not feel good about the response he thought was to come and received.

"I'm going to kill you Scythis, good bye." Kane pulled out one of the pistols.

"No!" Skragg yelled out and hit the gun out of Kane's hand with his sword, "You said he didn't have to die! It was to be a quick transfer of power and that was it!"

Vega took this opportunity to unsheathe his swords and kicked Kane in the chest. Kane flew across the room and slammed into the wall.

Kane managed to stand up, blood trickling from his mouth, "Kill Skragg! Kill the traitor! I'll take care of the whelp." Kane pulled out the other pistol and took five shots at Vega, but Vega quickly deflected the bullets.*

Jane took out a long dagger as Coronado and Alexander took out two swords of their own. This would be a rather intriguing battle, and enough to have Skragg to regain his reputation as one of the greatest swordsmen in the world.

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Unit Eight was Vega's most trusted private special ops force. They helped him throughout his entire career as one of the most wanted criminals of Dephire, but times had changed when Vega became emperor. Just before Vega's meeting with Kane, they were called in as back up. Javez Fan, Barga Freon, Wes Krave, and Qeu'Tal were the most elite of all Dephirian soldiers, and were aboard a helicopter heading straight for the citadel.

"Yo, do you know what's up?" Freon asked Fan.

"Vega suspects that Kane is up to something. We are to take Kane out if needed." Fan replied.

Freon wondered how good they were on timing, but felt good knowing the basics behind why they were called out. "Ah. Yo Krave! How long till we get there?"

Krave was piloting the helicopter and just barely understood what was asked, "We are about thirty minutes away..."

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Kane was getting tired of this fight with Vega. He knew that mêlée combat would not be effective when fighting with someone as skilled as Vega. That was the reason behind the stock of ranged weapons. Even the ranged weapons were not very effective because Vega knew the direction of their projection and could deflect them quite easily. "Why can't you just die nice and peacefully, Scythis?"

"Because, I have a stronger will to live!" Vega sliced swiftly, but only cut air. The two had managed to carry the fight into one of the grand hallways where many spectators were. Hundreds of gasps and shouts, screams and shrieks, even a few people fainting could be heard and seen amongst the crowd.

"I'm glad we have an audience to see your doom, Scythis" Kane chuckled. Vega glanced towards the crowd to get a better glimpse of their reactions. Kane saw his opportunity, and threw three throwing stars. They connected with three thunks. Vega took a step back from the impact.

"I won't let you win!" Vega shouted and threw himself at Kane. The two of them flew across the hall and through a window.

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The three on one fight between Skragg and the other Godsends was proving to be a great one. Skragg ducked and dodged strike after strike from Alexander and Coronado. Jane was more so unorganized and did not prove to be much of a threat to him. He kicked her in the head, and she was out cold. The three of them, Jane being excluded, had managed to go the opposite direction of Kane and Vega.

"It is a pity you won't be with us anymore, Skragg. You seemed most promising, after losing your reputation and all..." Coronado mocked Skragg's swordsmanship, which was about the biggest mistake yet. Skragg quickly pushed a button on his sword which split it into two equal swords. Now he was duel wielding. Coronado was easily disposed when Skragg cut Coronado's wielding hand clean off followed by his waist being sliced into two.

"It's a pity you won't be with us anymore, being dead an all." Skragg chuckled just as Alexander tried landing another quick swipe, but failed. "Seriously, Alexander, was Scythis that bad? Look at the benefits of losing your brothers, more food for you!" Skragg laughed as Alexander tried yet another strike and failed miserably.

"Shut up! Just shut up!" Alexander was offended, and it showed in his poor attempt of swordplay. He was beginning to give up, and so he threw his sword. This caught Skragg by surprise, and the blade cut straight through his abdomen.

"Wow, you...really got me," Skragg nearly whispered the words as he pulled the sword out, and fell limply to the ground.

Alexander laughed, "What a loser!" He picked up his sword and ran off to get Jane.

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"Is...that the citadel?" Qeu'Tal muttered out loud.

"Yeah, that's the cursed place." Krave answered.

"That's huge!" Freon exclaimed.

"Ha, that thing ain't so big." Fan chuckled, "Krave, let us down nice and easy like. I'd hate to hurt my ass before going into combat again."

"Just let me do my job, Fan." Krave scorned as he landed the helicopter.

"Ow! My ass! You asshole!" Fan joked.

"Real funny," Krave couldn't help but chuckle himself, "Let's get going!"

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Vega and Kane had managed to fall into a lower level of the citadel. When they flew through the window, they fell at least fifteen feet through a weak part of the roof. Then they landed on a couple of pilgrims. Everyone else in the room ran to hide, screaming as they went.

"I grow tired of this." Kane pulled out his pistol, and pulled the trigger. Vega had still been recovering from the fall, and was not prepared for the shot this time. The bullet came at him in what seemed like slow motion, but time quickly caught up as it slid into his torso with deadly grace. Vega fell to his knees, and then forward onto his front. Kane laughed as Jane Romanov and Alexander slowly walked into the room. "I'm guessing that I now have two things to be happy about!" Kane chuckled once more. He turned around to see if Vega was truly dead, but a shout of pain from behind him stopped his descent upon the body. Kane quickly turned back around to see a bloody Skragg standing over two seriously injured Godsends.

"Kane, you have to be stopped. This isn't rig-" Skragg had begun.

Kane quickly ended Skragg's life with a quick pistol shot to the head. He then put two more shots into his chest, just in case. This was the same time as four soldiers wearing black combat outfits and black helmets with red goggles ran into the area.

"Kane, drop the weapon and you will not be harmed, much." Fan ordered from behind his mask and goggles.

"Surrender while I am so far ahead? I think not. You see, it is already done. Scythis is dead.

"I...am...not...dead!" Vega tried to prop up himself with his sword, but did not have the strength to do so.

Kane swiftly grabbed Vega, and held a gun to his head. The soldiers raised their weapons. "Now boys, you know how this goes. You drop your weapons or else your Emperor dies."

Fan sighed in defeat, "Fine Kane, we will drop our weapons, just let him go!" He threw down his assault rifle to show his compliance.

Kane smiled, and shot him square in the face, right between the two eye pieces of the goggles. Freon began to open fire, but Kane moved Vega's body in the path of the bullet spray, and then he shot Freon. Qeu'Tal took his chance. He raised his gun and fired. Pain felt pain shoot from his arm, and he dropped to the ground. As he was dropping, he fired two shots. Qeu'Tal fell to the floor, dead.

The last of the soldiers had remained by the helicopter, but he was close enough to hear the gunfight. He grabbed his automatic assault rifle, and ran off towards the fight.

"So this was Vega's special 'Unit Eight'? How pathetic." Kane frowned when he noticed movement from Freon's body.

"Kane, you forget why we are called Unit Eight." Freon spoke between coughs of blood.

"And what's that?" Kane asked mockingly.

"Every member...has the ability of two people." Freon took his last breath before Kane fired his pistol at Freon's skull. Blood splattered everywhere.

"So there are four of you." Kane heard the door open and quickly close, "So you must be the fourth."

"Kane, put the gun down now!" Krave demanded Kane.

"Now that isn't very nice." Kane said in a hateful tone and he turned around. Krave shouted as he saw that Kane was holding two automatic rifles. He was blown back several feet as Kane opened up on him. "That should be everyone. Let's see, one traitor," Kane looked at Skragg, "check. One pain in the ass and his associates," Kane then looked at Vega and his soldiers, "check."

"Kane, help us please!" A voice called out.

Kane walked over to Jane and Coronado, "The two of you are supposed to be dead, remember?"

"Kane no!" Jane yelled, but two rounds silenced both her and Coronado.

"Damn, what a mess," Kane spoke aloud, "This is going to be a bitch to clean." Kane laughed to himself and walked away.
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Sarajevo News Report

"THE WAR IS OVER!"

The war that started several months ago has finally ended. Losses? What are losses but mere statistics. Would the lives lost during the attack on the Arena or on Chitze or even San Salvadorea mean anything if we just gave out numbers? Many lives had been lost to this war. We have lost five of the greatest leaders to ever rule over Dephire. These were the Godsends. May their memory live on forever in our souls. Our greatest emperor that pushed for expansion of the Dephirian Empire was killed just yesterday when traitors within his own private ranks assassinated Scythis Vega in his own home. These soldiers were reported to be Javez Fan, Barga Freon, Wes Krave, and Qeu'Tal. They were members of a special ops group known as Unit Eight. More evidence uncovered showed that they had planned the assassination ever since the Danteri Civil War in which we as a nation became involved in several years ago. I cry in whilst I write this article. It seems as if we as a nation were slapped in the face with the realizations of war. More information is to come as to what is to happen in the future, for the future. Until then, let us grieve the loss of our leader in peace. The war is over, but now the restoration process must begin.

~Gorreah Liem, Newspaper Writer for the Sarajevo Times.

OOC:
Sorry for ending it in two FB posts. I hope this ending of Scythis was satisfactory. Yes, he's finally dead.

OOC:
Personally I think it was awful.
Those characters should all be dead, there's no reason why they should be alive.
And to add to it, Vega was obviously an idiot to trust a man who was his enemy, you know what they say "never trust a turncoat"

Not to mention the fight scenes themselves come across as rather...well...mediocre, there was no intensity or fire to them.

All in all it is like a very cheap action movie ending, tired and boring.
It is a great pity, as I know you are vastly better than that, but I suppose you'd be wanting to end it all neatly.

Understand that it's no personal problem, I just think that could have been a lot better.

OOC:
Personally I think it was awful.
Those characters should all be dead, there's no reason why they should be alive.
And to add to it, Vega was obviously an idiot to trust a man who was his enemy, you know what they say "never trust a turncoat"

Not to mention the fight scenes themselves come across as rather...well...mediocre, there was no intensity or fire to them.

All in all it is like a very cheap action movie ending, tired and boring.
It is a great pity, as I know you are vastly better than that, but I suppose you'd be wanting to end it all neatly.

Understand that it's no personal problem, I just think that could have been a lot better.

OOC:
Yeah, I kinda wanted to just end it. To be all honest, I sort of lost interest. I could try writing up an Alternate Ending.

OOC: Eh, whatever you want, your nation and stuff.

Oh, well. At least I can send the generals and the rest of the army to trivalvia now so I can help them crush the nationalists.