NationStates Jolt Archive

The sun, perched in its highest spot in its long journey across the sky, hurled its warm rays upon the city that retaliated by sending thick black smoke into the air. The streets were full of brick, destroyed vehicles, abandoned items, and broken glass. The buildings, once humble and fresh, now rubble that poured over their property lines and into the streets and alleys. The birds, once many and happy, were missing from the trees that seemed to be the only things still standing; their songs and chants replaced with the far off sounds of automatic weapons, the cries of women and children as they flee some form of antagonist. The sounds of a city in ruin.

"What do we still hold?"

The question was directed at a military officer, a certain Flavius Camilian. Normally, the General would be wearing a pressed green officers uniform, adorned in medals and banners depicting his rank and status. Today, he wore a pair of cargo pants, cream in color, with no shirt covering his muscular chest.

"It's very grim, my Lord. Last night our garrison on the west bank was overrun, and our troops holding the bridge have broken and fled. The remainder of our forces are being pulled back to the castle. Everything else can be considered lost, or soon overrun."

"The castle?" A man in his mid-forties surveyed the map of his city that was placed on the table. The white cotton dress shirt he wore had its sleeves roled up, and the red-striped tie he wore was dangling unprofessionally. The blue dress pants obviously causing the wearer discomfort in the heat of the mid day sun. "We'd be bottled up, with no way out. And if we abandon the city then they could move in their artillery batteries and pound our defences mercilessly."

"It's a small area, and gives us the best chance for defending, as the river cuts off all possible routes, leaving us the bridge to defend. APCs would be useless, the rocks would ensure even if they crossed that they couldn't climb. I see it as our best option. What of the UN? Or any nation of the international community?"

"None have answered our calls for aid."

The General spat on the floor, much to the displeasure of his superior. "Who would have thought that in a world so 'civilised' as ours, that settlers would be attacked simply for starting a new city on unclaimed territory. What possible threat could we pose? Even if, as they claim is the reason for this invasion, we are near their borders."

"Let's just hope that help comes, else our city state may be destroyed before it even sees its tenth birthday."

OOC: Is this open? If not, ignore away :) Time Period? Past, Modern, Post-Modern, or Future?

BAS Misenae NorthWest, Observation

"Sir!"
"Hmm?"
"We're picking up a signal. Unclaimed territory. Seems...garbled. From what I can tell, it's an attack on a city. Sounds urgent."
"Very well. Send the following."

--Public Transmission - PABAS - Importance: High --

City Leaders: We have heard your call for aid, and are willing to answer. We request details on your foe, your forces, and the aid you request. It sounds as though you have not long, so we will be listening.

--End Transmission --

OOC: Tis open, not sure how good of an intro it would be if it wasn't. And it's modern tech. Also, if anyone wants to play the invaders, be my guest.

IC:

"Get that man to the doctors!"

The yell came from the courtyard as even more soldiers, if they could be called that, filled through the gates, following their orders to retreat to the castle. The moans and cries of the men were audible even through the thick walls of the castle, and it distrubed the one man, but not the General.

"My Lord, we've received a reply!" An aid burst into the room excitedly.

A sigh of relief was emmited by the King. "Finally, some good news." He followed the servant through the halls to his office, where the message sat waiting on his computer screen. His hands trembled, and he had to backspace several times because of this, for it caused many typos.

I am King Garret of the City State of Capiline.

A foreign nation on our cities borders have invaded us, and ruthlessly destroyed our city. The few mercenaries we had hired for our military recruited some militias, but they are easily broken or killed. Our remaining men have been pulled back to the city's castle, but we are ill supplied and extremely vulnerable. Any help you can offer would be greatly appreciated.

OOC: I'll play the invaders if you don't mind.

General Jorge Cameron Pizzaro lowered the worn binoculars from his eyes and stepped back, planting his feet firmly on the top of the grassy knoll. The thick, black smoke rose from the burning city before him, wreathing the tallest structures before catching an air current and drifting out to sea. He scowled as he considered the destruction being wrought by his artillery on the hapless men and women inside.

"Tenacious fools," he said under his breath. "They'll be burned alive."

He was not a callous or a bloodthirsty man, this well kept officer of 40, though his long beard and filthy uniform, soiled in the weeks he had been here in this foreign land, added a sinister note to his military ensemble. As far as he was concerned, the citizens of that hilltop refuge had brought it upon themselves. He had given offer of quarter, he and his band of military men from the island state of San Valdez, and been refused. Now, there seemed only one option.

"Captain, prepare the reserves to storm the city."

He hesitated a moment.

"Offer them the option of surrender, again, first."

"Yes, sir."

Pizarro exhaled deeply. He had lost track of how long he had been here. Frankly, he couldn't wait to leave. Still, he would have to finish this first, however unpleasant.

Below, it seemed as if a fresh wave of bombardments were occuring. In the distance, the sound of assault rifles and heavy machine guns drifted over the barren country between the knoll and the city. Battle hardened men, fresh from fighting their own countrymen in a civil war that had rocked their homeland for two years, pressed on, pushing their foreign adversaries back into their hole.

Their officers had not brought them here expecting war. It had been a survey mission, designed to probe this uninhabited country for resources capable of being exploited. There had been others, apparently, with similar designs, and now the central command back in San Valdez had ordered them to be removed; peacefully if possible, violently if necessary. The citizen soldiers of San Valdez obeyed.

OOC:

Does anybody mind if I get involved in this, just as a supporting force to aid the defenders? My nation is planning her first large military conflict, and needs a place to blood her soldiers without spending too many lives.

Besides which, I need colonies...just kidding on that one. I would only colonize nations whose creators agreed to it.

~ Romandeos.

OOC: If this is still open, I'll join in with the defenders.

Listening Post#02-117

"Sir!"
"Yes, Ensign?"
"We're picking up a signal. Seems urgent. From what I can make out, it's an attack on a sity of some sorts. "
"Very well. Send this reply."


TRANSMISSION CLASSIFICATION PUBLIC ENCRYPTION:LOW

The Oily Prata Defence Force Has Heard your calls for help and would like to extend a helping hand in the form of a division of OPDF marines and armor. We will be arriving as soon as we can.

OOC: feel free to rp our arrival

OOC:

BTW, while I hate to make a second purely OOC post here, I would also be willing to aid the attackers, if too many side with Capiline.

~ Romandeos.

A satellite in orbit...
The Descartian Surveillance satellite snapped photos of the city under attack, quickly losing. Its antennas picked up many communications from below and relayed them all onto Military Control in Erringore...

Military Control, Erringore, Descartesland
A signals intelligence operator listened to all of the incoming transmissions, sorting them out..until he got to the call for help. That he sent onto his superiors immediately.


Official Governmental Communique from Descartesland Central Control

START

We have received your call for help and offer you a contingent of Descartian NDF troopers as well as one of our Nimitz Class carrier groups. They will be sent as soon as we receive your confirmation. Send it to the satellite located at {COORDINATES} and we will mobilize immediately

STOP


OOC: One more for the defenders. Gotta love a beaten down underdog. Feel free to RP my arrival. A contingent is about 1000 Soldiers, 25 main battle tanks, and APCs and such as well as support and can be airdropped in(including tanks!). The Carrier group would be one Carrier carrying 15 bombers and 25 GZ-104 Makofighters, two missile cruisers, one small battleship, and oilers/support vessels. it'd take about eh..lets say 4 days to get there from its current deployment.

OOC: Tis open, not sure how good of an intro it would be if it wasn't. And it's modern tech. Also, if anyone wants to play the invaders, be my guest.

IC:

"Get that man to the doctors!"

The yell came from the courtyard as even more soldiers, if they could be called that, filled through the gates, following their orders to retreat to the castle. The moans and cries of the men were audible even through the thick walls of the castle, and it distrubed the one man, but not the General.

"My Lord, we've received a reply!" An aid burst into the room excitedly.

A sigh of relief was emmited by the King. "Finally, some good news." He followed the servant through the halls to his office, where the message sat waiting on his computer screen. His hands trembled, and he had to backspace several times because of this, for it caused many typos.

-- Barronia Council for Defense and Warfare - Transmission --

Your message is received, and we will immediately begin dropping supplies into your castle. Rest assured, your attackers will be dealt with severely.

Our troops are boarding ships as we speak, and 1500 men, 500 tanks and 2 carriers of aircraft will be headed for your nation. Expect their arrival within days, and your salvation.

--Barronia Council for Defense and Warfare - End Transmission --


The port at Compendiensis was a hub of activity. Spearhead tank transporters, newly imported from Allanea were delivering tanks to ships, and men in their hundreds were lining to board. Several ships were headed for operations with British Londinium in Cazelia; backed up by a SuperDreadnought and several carriers, their future was certain. Glory, and the ability to claim land for the Empire.

Three Assault ships sat toward the end of the dock, men and tanks loading it's rear. Out at sea, carriers could be seen with aircraft circling overhead.

Heading this effort would be Admiral Kardon.

"Ready the ships. Begin the assaults moving out from the port. We're meeting here." He ordered, pointing at a horizontal display link from the OBSAT network, showing the various positions of ships around the bay. An officer touched the screen with a pole, causing a green cross to appear. A similar green cross would appear on screens of all ships involved in the operation.

Half an hour later, the ships were at full steam, heading for the nation known as Capiline. Within two days, they would approach the coast, and the operations would begin.

Diplomacy would be the first choice, but aircraft, including CA/16 Priests, would be on hand to deal with the front line troops should it all fail.

OOC: Just a note, my troops are coming as peacekeepers, not conquerors. They are here to prevent a genocide and promote peace.

OOC: All are welcome to join, on any side of the fighting. Let's see if I can survive my own intro;) By the way, sorry for being a bit late with all the posts I'm making, but finals are right now, so I should pick things up in a day or two.

IC:

"Thank God. General!"

The King's call was cut off as an artillery shell slammed into the castle wall, sending stone and wood flying everywhere. The papers of the office were thrown about violently, the furniture taking heavy damage, and those inside the blast area flung back against the floor or the wall.

"My Lord!" the General ran to his leader's aid, helping him from the floor. "The artillery seems to be becoming ever more accurate. What's the news?"

Garret shook his head, trying to recover his thoughts after the explosion. He rolled his eyes, looking around the demolished room and gaining his barrings as he felt himself lifted back to his feet. "Oh...uh.." he stammered for a minute, trying to find the words.

"Oh! Many have answered our pleas for aid, reinforcements should be coming. Actual soldiers, and tanks as well I hear. How are we holding up?"

"We have but frightened boys and men down there, dressed up and holding guns. Barely even worth being called a militia, more like cannon fodder. My men are what's keeping those bastards out, and my efforts to re-organise the militia isn't proving very useful."

The broken door flung open, a soldier dressed in green camo emerging from the entrance. "Sir, an attack! On the bridge! In force!"

The General cursed and left the still recovering sovereign to retreive an AK-47 that sat on the floor. Pushing past the soldier, he swore again and signalled for the man to follow, leaving the King staring blankly after him.

"Have all remaining soldiers form up at the gates and take positions on the sand bags we've placed at our side of the bridge. The militia is to form up on the towers and behind our men. Don't let them cross!"

The sounds of war were evident all around. The deafening blasts caused by the artillery shells still pounding the castle, and now the ever constant firing of weapons, the exploding of grenades, and the screams of dieing men. Garret looked out the hole in the wall and down at the bridge. On the opposing side, several enemy soldiers fired a hail across at the few well trained fighters Capiline had hired, the scared militias hiding behind in the towers and out of sight, simply hoping their leaders could defend the bridge without them having to do anything.

The General could be heard shouting angrily over the orchestra of battle, his orders, taunts, insults and threats reaching all ears. A well placed sniper shot, or else a stray bullet from the fighting mob, flew straight up and pierced the King's chest, sending him falling to the ground below. The militia stared in horror at their dead sovereign, whilst the General simply spit on the ground, then turned back to the fighting to unload an entire clip into a singular man who had ventured to the middle of the bridge.

OOC:

I expect you'll survive pretty well. Even if you are conquered by my forces, it is not my intention to totally subvert local government. On the contray, most internal affairs, and even external ones would be left to you. The only thing a nation conquered by me must do is support me.

Expect an IC post tonight. I am deciding which side I will assist.

~ Romandeos.

OOC: i guess i'll rp my own landing. Infantry wil be dropped first into the castle, then the rest and the armor

IC:A burst of loud machine Gun fire came from overhead, Turning the invaders on the bridge into pincushions. From above, a Pelican class dropship started it's decent, 70mm cannon and machine guns firing.
"This Is Fox 279, from The OPDF. We're the advance troops. Give 'em hell boys.The pelican lowered down, still firing, and dropped off 50 marines.
They imediately ran to the general."Sargent richmond, Sir. Where do you want us?"

The 44th Airborne Division was one of Hamilay's new designated Rapid Deployment divisions, which at least in theory meant that it could get boots on the ground anywhere in the world in a matter of hours. Hamilay wasn't in the best shape for international commitments, but a division or two could be spared to one city, from a standing army of several million. A short transmission was sent to the remnants of the city of Capiline's defenders, although there was no guarantee they'd receive it.

The Federal Republic will aid you in resisting this war of aggression, and a division of soldiers is on the way.

"Davis, this is Lieutenant-General Ramirez. I have authorization, from Sayenna itself no less. Operation Red Fox is a go, repeat, the operation is a go."
"Affirmative, sir. Shall we run through once more?"
"Certainly. The division's fifty Black Panther gunships will clear the area around the castle. Your 159th Air Assault Brigade will hit them in a second wave in Zeniths and Blackhawks, and the rest of the brigade with their heavier equipment will come in in the Chinooks. Standard air-assault op. Priority one is to reinforce the castle. The rest of the 44th will filter in as logistics permit. Clear a landing strip and we can have a regular infantry division in if we need it. What's your ETA?"
"Panthers report they will make contact in ninety minutes, nine-zero minutes, sir. Wish we had the Highwinds for this one."
"Well, DMI can't make a thousand choppers in three weeks. Good luck, Brigadier-General. Be careful out there."

True to Brigadier-General Davis' word, the first notice the invaders and most of the Capiline defenders had of the Hamilayan arrival was one hour and thirty-four minutes later, when the thud of fifty attack helicopter rotors began to echo over the city rooftops. The second was when rockets and cannon fire descended from said attack helicopters somewhat indiscriminately in a large radius around the castle. Three of the Black Panthers headed directly to make a strafing run on the packed crowds on the bridge.

--Incoming Transmission - Location - BMS Parthenopolis --

Greetings, this is Admiral Kardon, heading the Barronian Naval Service fleet here to aid your people.

En route to you now are several small cargo aircraft, loaded with fresh supplies, weaponry and 750 Barronian Marines.

An advanced bombing campaign is underway on the front line, allowing us a route through to form artillery emplacements within the city, offering you a much better chance of defending yourself.


--End Transmission--

OOC: Got a map for your nation?

OOC: No map as of yet, but just remember I'm not really a nation, more like a city state. I'm only a single city that controls, or did control, the surrounding terrain. Also, I'll make another IC post when the guy playing the invaders posts again.

OOC: No map as of yet, but just remember I'm not really a nation, more like a city state. I'm only a single city that controls, or did control, the surrounding terrain. Also, I'll make another IC post when the guy playing the invaders posts again.

OOC: Hmm...okay. Assume we're heading in from the south-west.

Descartian cargo planes flew over the castle and dropped food and medical supplies, hoping to help the people stranded there.

2 days out of arriving, a Descartian Carrier Group steamed at full speed ahead, watching as support rolled in for the city. Their troops were all prepared to arrive and help to stop the fighting.