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Westminster Palace, New Clanon City

The motorcade sneaked its way through the Friday afternoon traffic, the bustling city was shadowed by the dark thunderstorm clouds. The weather almost sensing the darkening situation in the world, Parliament had been recalled for only the third time in history from its summer break. MP's cutting short their holidays and flying back to the capital to discuss the urgent situation. Police and now military forces were guarding the perimeter of the 'village', the nickname for the part of the city where the Crown government was located along with various embassies and headquarters of multinational companies. The Prime Ministers helicopter had touched down on the grassy square, the water beginning to pool after nearly a week of heavy rain.

"Lovely weather eh Prime Minster?" Shouted the guard as he brought umbrellas for the aides and escorted the Prime Minister up the steps of the buildings entrance. Policemen armed with Doomani assault rifles and sub machine guns, listening into ear pieces detailing their orders. Security was tightening across the nation as the mobilisation swung into full effect. Dribs and drabs of sailors, airmen and soldiers were appearing across the nation as it geared up to a war which many wondered about. The situation in the Mediterranean had been hot on the new and after over a week since the capture and killing of the Clandonian sailors. The Clandonia East India Company had been privately appealing for the government to do something and with the 1758 Imperial Merchant Shipping Protection Act reinstated it had reassured the many businesses who moved their goods via the merchant fleet. Warships were now escorting ships around the world, squadrons of fast battleship and submarine units were protecting the sea lanes that brought in the countries wealth. With the Grand Expeditionary Fleet well on its way to the Med, reported to have reached the Atlantic moorings of Novacom meeting up with the many dozens of fast battleship and submarine squadrons that had been bringing in munitions and supplies to the advance base ready for the war.

Clandonia had been attacked, there was no doubt about that now regardless of the trade that was conducted with Doomingsland. Attacking a neutral nation is never a wise one, the disruptance in trade was an act of piracy and terrorism, the deadline for The Lone Alliance had run out forty eight hours ago, the Prime Minister spoke to the King and ordered the recall of Parliament. The was bustling, the floor wet of the shoes of the six hundred and odd MP's waited for the doors of the Commons to be opened. The doors were opened as the PM was escorted through the crowds joining the already seated front bench, the opposition on the side of the dispatch box, the minority parties on the next set of benches next to them. The plump Northern Speaker of the House, Lord Trillington IV had made his way with the MP's bowing to him.

"Order! Order!" He shouted as the MP's quietened and sat down in their seats, the full chamber was cramped with the media packed in the gallery, waiting to go live. Waiting as David Sistilin stood up placing his spectacles on his face and the speech on the box.

"Mr Speaker, I have called the House back here today on this dark day to discuss the darkening situation in the world. As we look out now onto the gloom of a war between the forces of the New Alliance Treaty Organization and the Questerian Commonwealth prepare to clash. His Majesty's government view is that this is a causeless war that is will only bring suffering to the world and to the Haven region."

"Forces of hundreds of millions of men, thousands of ships and tanks are being mobilised and readied for action that is thought to be imminent. It is my view that we will remain staunchly neutral and we actively hope that the two sides will seek peace. This level of war has is on the scale of a genocide, hundreds of millions if not billions by the worst estimates. The cost of trillions of dollars are being blow away on weapons of war, the sacrifice of stable of economies will damage trade both internationally and regionally."

Taking a short sip of water, the media in silence as Clandonia awaited their leaders words.

"Mr Speaker, the real reason I have recalled Parliament is the situation in the Mediterranean has recalled us to send a fleet which is assembling for operations against those forces which have attacked our economic assets and threatened our assets in Italia. The Lone Alliance will be made to pay for their terrorism and piracy they have exerted, a coalition has been formed compromised of old and new allies, Novacom, The Silver Sky, Whyatica, ZMI and Steel and Fire are all democratic capitalist nations. The attack made on the private assets of the Clandonia East India Company and the subsequent capture of Crown sailors and the destruction of Royal Naval equipment will be met with the strongest revenge possible. I have instructed Lord Sea Admiral Miklanov and the Lord Admirals that the country supports them, for the preservation of the free market and maritime safety they will be destroyed."

Cheers arose from the Tory benches, Labour MP's and the CNP were muttering amongst their ranks.

"Mr Speaker, as part of mobilisation I have ordered the purchase of another five King George IV light super capitals with the flight two of the Nelson Super Dreadnoughts now authorised to help the Royal Navy keep the assets of the Crown safe from piracy and rogue nations. It is on the date of today the twenty second of June in the year of our Lord twenty zero seven that I announce the declaration on the nations of The Lone Alliance and Tarlag for their illegal actions of piracy, terrorism and murder against the Crown. Those nations that wish to defend these criminals will be tarring them self with the same brush and will be swiftly dealt with in the same manor.I appeal to the Right Honourable Gentlemen to support their country in the defence of our workers and unions this declaration will be made for the good of the United Kingdom!"

The MP's were chanting in support, the atmosphere ecstatic across the nation as the billions across Clandonian and her overseas assets cheered in celebration.

"Mr Speaker, this war will be bloody and it may not be swift but this is our duty. I have spoken to His Majesty the King and he has offered his full support as he sends his son Prince Andrew II off in command of one Nelson Class warships. Those that have inflicted this conflict will soon be facing the guns of His Majesty's navy, the wings of the Royal Clandonian Air Force and the bayonets of our brave soldiers and ground troops. I ask the House to approve for war funds and for the emergency powers of the 1996 Imperial Crown War Act to be given and I invite the opposition to join me in a coalition government until this crisis has been seen through. All Clandonian trade will now be assigned warship escorts to protect them from hostile attack, on the orders of King William VII and the orders of Lord Field Marshall Sir Anthony Cecil Hogmanay Melchett that the order of the draft be imposed to help the war effort in non-combat and logistical roles to ensure our front line troops are able to carry on the fight."

"Thank you Mr Speaker and God Save the King!" He shouted the support of the House who were shouting in support, scenes repeated across the nation as the patriotic and nationalist feeling swept over people.

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War Declared on The Lone Alliance and Tarlag, PM warns of 'bloody fight' ahead

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The Royal Navy and its heavy fire power is a expected to be crucial in the conflict

From the New Clanon City Times
Front Page

This afternoon the Prime Minister Mr David Sistilin announced the formal declaration of war on the nations that attacked Clandonian merchant vessels and Royal Navy warships two weeks ago in the Mediterranean Sea resulting in the deaths of nearly eighty men and the capture of several dozen merchant and Royal Navy personal. The Prime Minister spoke of the coalition that has been assembled and warned other nations away from entering the conflict highlighting those that are attending the anti-Doomani conference in the CAD region. His Majesty King William VII ordered mobilisation several weeks ago as the world began its darkening situation. The PM announced the coalition and its power that would end the Jarridian lead coalition that is attempting to seize the former lands of ViZon, a rogue and terrorist nation which was invaded by the CAD powers. Doominsgland now occupies the lands and Clandonian forces have reported to have landed there to reinforce positions to defend from an invasion.

With the situation internationally between the NATO and the Questerian Commonwealth looking like it will lead to all out war the PM warned of the consequences of such a large inter alliance war both internationally and within the Haven regions where several NATO and QC member states reside. The PM urged diplomacy and questioned the exact reason for the conflict. Many experts are pointing to the power struggle with Questers aiming to 'kick' NATO and its attachment to Gholgoth out of Haven. The threat to trade has been suggested another reason why escort convoys of warships have been assigned to protect Clandonian companies and those that wish to have the neutral protection of the Crown, the PM added he did not want to be biased to either side during the war.

The Prime Minister also announced that four more Nelson Class Super Dreadnoughts would be built, crash building of several ships has begun already focussed on enlarging merchant protection duties with destroyers and light cruisers marked as priorities. Another order was placed to buy an additional five King George IV Praetonian designed light super capitals to add to the fleets arsenal. This order is expected to be rush ordered to build in the joint Imperial Clandonian Naval yards of Victory Island which can accommodate Iron Duke seized vessels.

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OOC: Will you be using the same OOC thread?

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OOC: Will you be using the same OOC thread?

OOC: Which one, if its the ViZon one then yes as I'm not getting involved with the 'Big War'. I was only adding some interest of an IC view about the current state of affairs.

Are you on Dooms side in ViZon?

-Council of 20-
The news of the declaration by Candonia Prime was met with little suprise, just with a look of resignation.
"So the cowards went through with it anyway," said council member Simon(Of the TLA Democratic Party), "Who are we to oppose the inevitable, we knew this day was coming for years anyway." "Support for the war?"
18 hands raised, "Oppose?" Two raised.
"So be it."


Lone Alliance Returns Declaration of War
Navy Declares "Open Season" Unrestricted submarine warfare on all Clandonia Vessels
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TLA Transport Aircraft loading for war...
LAN:In response to the declaration of Clandaonia Prime the Council's response was 18-2 in full unlimited war against Clandonia Prime. The 1st, 2nd, and 3rd Fleets, already mobilized for an invasion on the Mediterrian theatre are instead preparing to meet the Clandonia fleet "Wherever the scum show themselves," Perhaps it's a show of a taunt against them but a statement by the Naval administartion has called for "Open Season" on all Clandonia shipping. As we speak plans of Airstrikes and attacks are in the works from inside the government complexes.

Prime Minster Verta, when questioned on this turn of events had little to say, "Clandonia brought this upon themselves. They knew what they were getting into when they decided to aid Doomingland, to expect to waltz right through a battlezone to deliver weapons to your enemy is insane. Sad to say peace is no longer in my hands, may we have mercy on you."

OOC: Which one, if its the ViZon one then yes as I'm not getting involved with the 'Big War'. I was only adding some interest of an IC view about the current state of affairs.

Are you on Dooms side in ViZon?

I mean ViZion one.

And I'm currently neutral.

(OOC: Open? cos TLA is my ally..if its closed I understand though)

(OOC: Open? cos TLA is my ally..if its closed I understand though)

OOC: This is due to the ViZon affair which is semi-closed so youw will have to ask Jarridia.

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=528378 Is the IC thread

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=528553 OOC thread

“Itzerican,” Crooned Izalien, turning from a short conversation with a pair of workmen to face a newcomer, who despite his silent foot falls had been heard by that ever astute woman, who time and time again had been a source of much consternation at anyone’s attempt to sneak up and surprise her, even if such a surprise had originally been a pleasant one.

“Yes Minister” came the reply, from the somewhat nonplussed man, his tall regal bearing befitting of his lofty rank as Military Supreme Commander, Itzerican Mutterama Soigan, who abruptly came to a halt placing his hands behind his back as he took his place aside the defence minister, and awaited whatever it was that she had to say, so obviously important was it, that she had pulled him off a long overdue and well earned holiday, mind it he did not, he served the Novan state, like all, and it was a lifelong job, it mattered to him not, and besides, he was ill at ease with leisure, so accustomed to the business of war was he.

I’m directing you to a new theatre, The Lone Alliance has become a thorn in our side,” Izalien crooned as she directed a pair of workmen to move a stylised suit of armour around, “Eliminate them Mutterama, before they distract us from more important matters,” she finished off handedly, in a tone more befitting a description of the new carpet opposed to the business of war.

“Perfect and place the next one over there,” Izalien called to the workmen as they placed down another piece of history, turning slightly she surveyed the corridor, visitors to the ministry would now be greeted with a historic walk, warfare throughout the ages, a simple understated and subtle display, arranged in a customary Novan fashion were Function triumphed over Form.

As you wish Minister Izalien, I can understand why they need to be taken care of, but surely they have responded to diplomacy in this matter,” Mutterama quietly questioned as he ran his fingers over the aged metal of early Sarotovan-Era Armour

“They are even more blunt than Valcus,” she matter of factly stated, none too pleased with the idea either, distaste colouring her overtones, “at least he makes an attempt to smooth ruffled feathers, but a paltry paragraph basically refusing to accept neutrality as a stance proves that they are a waste of time, valuable time we could spend on more pressing needs such as the refurbishment of the Ministries,” a sly smirk graced her dominating beauty as she casually summed up the commonly accepted idea that The Lone Alliance was not worth a second thought diplomatically. “You will have a Short time to squash this potential annoyance with a minimum of effort, you know full well the situation Mutterama, I trust you will act as you see fit,” she finished with a flourish spinning away her steps echoing throughout the corridor as she floated away her garb swinging around her feet, her hair flying freely, gently, casually.

“It will be done Minister,” Mutterama Saluted before himself turning away, “Now who to assign to this, Kenzal is at Xharn, Kitas in the Mediterranean, Kavik with the Gibraltar force, hmm perhaps Eleanor, she’s been working with the reserves for too long, yes I’ll set the Crimson Witch at this, she’ll have the fools begging for mercy,” he mused as he padded back into his more epicurean office, he preferred few adornments, though he did have a few ornaments, some of them very beloved indeed, while one in particular, a stature of the loathsome Lord Iccaproti was simply there as a reminder as it leered sinisterly in it’s artificial glare, quite akin to it’s artificial owner, a being that was seen as clinical and purely evil to the core, he was detested and vilified as the greatest threat the world had ever know, yet him being here in his private chamber was as much a goad to the Itzerican as it was a reminder, centering himself he taped out a code into his personal console, as he set about setting things in motion. “Srihacul Eleanor, I have a task for you, one I think you will relish….”



A lone figure stared across the prow, her brown hair tied at the back in an explosive bun, curls sprouting in every direction, giving the impression that whatever tied that explosion was electrified, he lips were a bright blood crimson red and she stared out beyond over the sea with an implacable gaze, fixing some unseen foe with a gimlet stare, she recalled past battle, and she recalled Itzerican Soigan's words.

“Srihacul Eleanor, you will take the Litaisenov, gather your forces and wage war on The Lone Alliance,” he had bluntly stated his eyes had glimmered from the console knowingly as if privy to her inner reaction to this, shock and fury, she had known that a war was brewing, but she hadn’t expected it to be against those idiots who had attacked a trusted ally, who had been neutral in a conflict until that fateful moment.

They deserve what’s coming to them, she thought, her mind ablaze with tactics already, “Of course Itzerican, it will be done,” she had replied, not betraying for a moment her innermost thoughts, no glimmer of emotion did color her expression, no slight crease of the brow betrayed her worry, only a steadfast smile as she contemplated abject destiny, soon they would be made to pay for their transgressions, came her thoughts

“Excellent, I’m counting on your Srihacul, Itzerican Soigan, out,” the transmission had blinked out then, and she had swiftly strode out of her office, calling out commands as she went, and by the time she had reached the Docks to meet her ship most of her staff had already moved out and were arriving as well, in addition to a somewhat unusual guest, “Why Yuri, it’s been too long, what brings you here of all places? She had questioned happily.

“You know why I am here Srihacul, I am here to assist you, in my own unique way, I knew this was coming, I have had my personnel load their equipment and themselves onboard so they will not delay you, and I will not obstruct you, you have my word, however I will call on your conscience when the time is at hand.” The enigmatic man had replied guardedly, his black beard hugging his chin mouth and nose, and not climbing the side of his face as other beards did, unique as he was, this was one of his defining features, few Novan's favored beards, and indeed Yuri was the only one Eleanor did who favored such.

“No No and No I will not authorize the Vuratzetzals to take off, they will fly later, I will not discuss this anymore Vaekontris Enzar, and you have your orders, see that they are carried out.” Came that emphatic response, the Woman had been disturbed from her reverie and was unsurprisingly irked at the prospect, she had given out the orders several hours ago, and the disputation of them now was far from appreciated, her eyes flashed the loose hair flapped around the back of her head and she seemed to grow much taller, she seemed to be more than she originally had been, she dominated the scene, seeming to expand to epic proportions.

“But Ma’am, they could be sure to knock out their capacities far faster and certainly more assuredly, and we could safely neutralize half of the bases in which the pens are located through sheer side effects, you told me earlier this was to be a quick war, what better way to start it then to remove from the equation several large Naval Bases?” the Vaekontris earnestly looked up at this figure of beauty her brown hair contrasting sharply with the bright sun shining behind her, high in the afternoon sky, a grim glare fixed upon the unfortunate aide, and at that moment he knew that the matter was closed so intense was that stare and so palpable was that aura of sheer iron will that it became apparent even if it required the breaking of several laws of nature, her will would be done, it wasn’t healthy for it to be otherwise.

Give the order Vaekontris, the Vuratzetzals will be deployed later, you know as well as I do that their a danger to our OWN,” pausing for a moment to emphasize the word, “escorts.” She replied icily, her intent obvious, do as I say old friend, you know better than this, a slight trace of regret colored her thoughts as she weighed up the situation, she agreed with Enzar on some counts, but she valued the psychological effect of several thousand bombers plus an escort thrice that size to be more damaging long term, and she had already positioned her fleets for the inevitable follow through, whether or not the fools retaliated or not it would mean little, and besides, she had one very aloof Yuri lurking around the Bridge hell-bent on his own strategy.

“At once Ma’am,” taking the not so unsubtle hint Enzar snapped to attention his face not betraying his resignation to the Srihacul’s implacable will, he would relay the order, he would set things in motion, and he would do his duty, it was the right thing to do, after all. “I’ll give the pilots their final send off, I hope you’ll explain this to me later, Ma’am,” saluting as he pin wheeled away across the deck.

“Enzar,” she called after him, the departing figure stopped for a moment, “Forgive me for being harsh, but I do this for a reason,” she trailed after him as he continued marching off, and Eleanor smiled gently as she felt the vibrations of the hangar elevators bringing craft to the fore, “I suppose it’s time to face him,”

“Srihacul Fityzen has commanded,” Enzar bellowed over the Hangar in grandiose tones, his words wide and far reaching touching every darkened corner, and reaching the ears of even the busiest Mechnicians, who even though aware of the importance of the message did not stop their yet even more important work, “and so shall it be, your orders brave crew, destroy the Submarine Pens of the Lone Alliance and all of their attendant facilities, standard protocol, go now and let your actions bring about an end.” Called the Vaekontris from his position from a balcony near the top of the Hangar bays, stretched over the railings of an observation balconies calling out to crews in their imminent state of launch, prepared well were they the bomber crews, and confident in their mission, their cause and their people that this was the right thing to do, they ascended to the heavens either hurtling out of the Hangar Bays cavernous maw or rising up to mount the runways out of elevators to soar to the skies, like angels they soared, to the deceitfully peaceful skies, for soon the wounds of war would mar the blue, once more, once more.

“Xitanyai, Xitanyai, all Personnel are to clear all runways, all Craft are prepped for take off, All escort craft are to launch immediately” came the Synthesized voice of Ixion, that masculine AI oversaw the deployment of the forces, ensuring that everything ran at peak efficiency, although artificial, he too, knew full well the consequences of disappointing Srihacul Fityzen, who was popularly known as the Crimson Witch, so thorough and stringent in her inspections and manner that no infraction passed her by, no fault ever so slight ever escaped her intense attention, none would dare, and none did.

The cavernous hangar bays of Several Kaivazan Carriers were a frenzy of action, as Tokons literally fell from their racks and accelerated pell mell out as they took to the cerulean skies, swiftly taking to formation around the assembling force, seventeen carriers of the Novacom Third fleet as the bomber forces assembled with their attendant escort which enveloped them like a lovers embrace, something almost true with the Tokons calling out in hushed tones their strange calls, the afternoon sky filled with this musical language.

The formation continued to gain in it’s infinite complexity as craft took to it’s vastness, preparing for battle, and for war, soon they would soar, fly and swoop, the skies would soon be woven into a delicate pattern of destruction, so complete would their dominance be, so iron in the resolve of their masters and their people, so complete was it that failure was incomprehensible, with this thought in mind the Pilots accelerated, preparing to commit the fateful act that would begin the end.

Several Hours later at top speed, the great bomber force began their final approach, communications had been made with their Clandonian allies and strikes had been coordinated, IXION units had united their calculations and a comprehensive strike was now planned, the area three quarters of a mile around all of the enemy sub pens was to be razed to the ground, specifically warehouses and anything akin to a support facility, Targeting systems were ready for several passes, where the assembled Denzel’s would rain Piledriver missiles, designed to penetrate even the heaviest of armored facilities and battleship amour and then explode back to the surface rendering armor useless, in addition to sending in Monolith Missiles which would enter into the breeched amour and shred what remained of the armor, and whatever else lay within

The Tokons swarmed around, weaving a complex pattern, some armed with Twin Railguns, while others were armed with Quad Gattling’s, while all were armed with Stalkers and prepared to engage anything that moved, they quietened themselves in preparation for the moment, they were ready, ready to flood all frequencies with loud proclamations of doom, of their death at the hand of justice as the end was brought about through their own actions, through the Ultimate hypocrisy of the government, and how everything came full circle, just as it had now….

The Formation of Denzel’s Surged forwards, raining down their missiles and letting loose their bombs at speed in excess of Mach 4, telemetry fed to them by the myriad of attendant Tokon’s which swarmed around them intercepting any assets launched to intercept the swarm, while others swooped in low taking pot shots at any aerial defenses, the Novan’s were in overwhelming numbers, prepared to the extreme, Radar and other methods of detection were completely overwhelmed and the airwaves were filled with eerie proclamations of death destruction and overdue retribution, a damning expose was given on the hypocrisy of the government, and how surrender would set them free from the shackles of war.

Munitions hailed down upon the unsuspecting foe, puncturing armor and penetrating hardened facilities like over ripened fruit, causing massive damage within and creating large jagged gaps within the formerly protective armor, and when the Monolith Missiles sailed within, they laid the inner working of whatever they hit bare for all to see, and to subsequently hit with well placed munitions, calculated to hit with a metric centimeter, collateral damage beyond what was targeted would be little, the Novans were not know for being capricious, instead for ruthless lethal accuracy, no matter what, and this was the case yet again.

The attack was swift, with Aerial defenses being targeted by heavy firepower, to knock them out permanently, before they could be brought online, manual targeting would be very much hindered by the night, and the heavy jamming of any other method would make Air Defense an unenviable task with such formidable measures being taken to prevent such a task, and that was before the Tokon’s had began Squawking over all available frequencies, how the Novans were managing to communicate over the din was beyond most, and any searchlights that would flicker on, which most of the planning teams back at the fleet had ridiculed the idea of the Tokon’s would swiftly shut them down again with a hail of machine gun fire into the lights, it would become swiftly clear, that the attack, like anything involving the Novans was exhaustively Meticulous.

The Bombers flew clear over the areas and abruptly turned for another run letting loose their remaining munitions as the Tokons also let loose with everything they had at the enemy fully half of them detaching from the swarm and set about causing mayhem slowly outward to keep the fools distracted as the rest of the armada returned to their carriers, over five thousand bombers had dropped their munitions, in several passes, and it had only taken 10 minutes to potentially cripple, if not knock out The Lone Alliances Naval Infrastructure, without delay the Swarm, with their charges enclosed once more within their protective embrace hurtled away to the awaiting fleet, as the force that stayed behind swept inwards hunting air defenses and fighters.

"Shit."

Vlad looked over at Colonel Joe Strickland, nephew to the Prince. "Problem, Joe?"

Without taking his eyes off the commscreen, he said, "Well, it appears we have a new twist in this ViZion-Lib situation. TLA and Tarlag are involved in the attack and sinking of CP merchant ships, as you know. Even though Tarlag has begun rescue efforts of the Clandonian survivors, NovaCom has issued a Declaration of War against TLA and Tarlag."

That got Vlad's attention. "Hell, that region is really heating up. Haven, CAD, Questers, NATO........at this rate, we'll have a global situation on our hands."

"Yeah, but you kow, the world has to have one of these world wars every couple of hundred years. Knocks off the old geezers and lets in new blood. Xeraph was just a bunch of tribal warlords and a glint in Alaric's eye when the last one was winding down."

"And now here we are 237 years later, at half strength, with years of rebuilding staring us in the face, and a global powderkeg about to ignite," said Vlad.

Joe Strickland mused for a moment. "Don't forget our holdings in the Typhon and Taeuun Expanses. We have literally billions of military-age people out there which could be ready to go into battle in as little as six months."

Vlad grunted. "In six months the whole fucking planet could be nothing but a series of interconnecting craters with a radiation index off the charts."

Strickland asked, "So, what do we do about NovaCom?"

Vlad sighed. "Your uncle is in GE, and Seth is still out of his mind from the minute droplets of venom that got on him during Alaric's battle with Azulun. It took this long to affect him. So I have to make a decision." He looked at the colonel. "Thoughts, Joe?"

"Well, Tarlag is an old and trusted ally of the Empire, and TLA is an ally in the ViZ-Lib War. It's simple: we come to their aid. We're fighting in the MedSea region right now, but we have enough resources to fight on three or four fronts if necessary."

"Yeah, just a year ago, it was an eight-front capability."

"Quit thinking about the past. What's gone is gone. And yes, I dare to talk to one of you lofty Regents like that."

Vlad glared at him, then broke into a grin. "Your'e right, Joe. I gotta lighten up." A pause. "So here's what we do. I'll go before the citizens tonight and announce that the Empire has declared war on NovaCom. Your job is to mobilize twenty CBG's and a WarHammer along with 12 AirWings and the Clone Troopers."

"Hmmm......how many of the Clones do you want to deploy?"

Vlad looked Joe right in the eye. "All of 'em."

Joe stared at him for a second or two. "All of 'em. All 12 million Clone Troopers. Did I hear you correctly?"

"Unless you have shit in your ears, you heard me correctly."

"Goddamn.........that's more like it. No more pussy-footing around with these assholes. Win, lose, or draw, there's gonna be one hell of a fight happening out NovaCom way right quick!"

Vlad picked up his shot glass. "I'll drink to that................."

-Military Command, TLA mountains-
"As you can see here," The briefer said pointing to a cluster of images on a constantly updating satelite photo, "Here," he said pointing to another, "and here."
"Okay what are they?" Beowulf asked, chewing on a Pencil.
"Bombers, but get this they have NO radar signature."
"None whatsoever?"
"None what so..."
#BEEEEP#
"SIR INCOMING THORS!!!"
"WHAT?"
"WE GOT INCOMING!"
"Get to the command room!"
#BUZZ#
-Command Room-
Airforce Thompson: Damage report!
Officer of the Day:"We're detecting impacts throughout the nation."
Operator 1: Direct Impact on the capital.
Operator 2: Coolage Dam, and Truce Dam destroyed.
Operator 3: Naval Yards 2, 5, and 7 has taken severe damage.
Operator 4: We still have incoming enemy bombers from multiple paths.
Spec Ops Viktor: "Are they within Range?"
Operator 4:"Yes sir!"
Viktor: Commence PDL and Stonehenge bombardment of the aircraft, won't they be suprised when they realize that stealth is impossible against us.
Viktor: And I want 60 thors on whatever Airfield we can find of their's, lets see how they like the favor returned!"

-Multiple locations within TLA-
"Range, height accepted, Commence Firing in 5,4,3,2,1, Fire."
With a loud sonic boom 6 railguns fired off towards the incoming nuclear bombers. Nearby a Laser battery of 3 Large nuclear powered lasers prepared to do the same.

-Ocean(I have no clue where, doesn't matter really)-
The transport ship was registered to some little known country that had long collapsed and therefore was basicly ignored, while the ship itself would sail to various ports it never seemed to transport anything.
Upon recieving an encoded transmission however, a small Laser\Microwave\Radio array system went topside and begain broadcasting at the sky.

-Space-
Between the piles of space junk, old Sattelites, leftover god rod stations etc, a scattering of 14 foot black metal poles spread throughout the area. Upon recieving a message from the beam on a small inch wide reciever location, small retro-rockets adjusted it's course, and made it begin reentry over Clandonia.

(Novacom I will not accept you just appearing out of nowhere bombing my bases, since I WILL see you coming and our defenses would have already been long since active

(Besides I have only a small handful of Sub pens in TLA)

(Another thing, My nation does not have any SDs execpt for some being built in Phoneix Milita so unless you are bombing them I have no clue what you're hitting.)

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