NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Only seems Right, Haven delegate what have you and it’s in the darn region…

The drums beat out a rapid start before settling to a steady beat. A pair of bagpipes wheezed before starting up a steady, haunting, marching tune.

800 boots began to stamp in time, heavy-duty boots slamming down again and again onto the concrete of the roadway. Then 800 more, and 800 more and 800 more…

Diesel engines coughed and belched into life hurling black smoke into the skies and screeching off and men and woman ran about their ships, checking wires and turning over generators.

Ground crews grabbed spare parts where necessary and talked to others about what spare parts were or were not necessary.

Mobilization was a site to behold as men weeded various bases that had previously been given the bare minimum of maintenance, ships received fresh coats of paint, tanks had their engines turned over again and again. Forts and bases that had been empty for years suddenly found their empty silent corridors rattling to the sounds of laughter, and the shouts of orders and men.

Kilwarby Street was issuing more and more statements about the evils of the Questarian Commonwealth that had tried to seep it’s way into every corner of Haven, and now they were going to interrupt the lives of every Havenite across the region.

And the only way to have the peace restored, was to prepare for war.

Midlonia was never really about getting the blood up to outright destroy an enemy, but always about limiting the threat of both the Questarian Nation, and the Commonwealth and it’s alliance in the Sovereign League.

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In the chamber of the Joint Chiefs of staff sat the nervous figures of the Midlonian Armed Forces. At it’s head was Alsmadeus Sturm, ageing and now bent over and needing a cane he sighed and looked at the key in his hand. It was rather unremarkable, but it was one carried by every member of the staff, he looked up as he heavily sat down at the figures in front of him.

“Do it.” he spoke hoarsely.

The avatar of the Overseer Computer network, OV-1 appeared in the centre of the large Midlonian Oak table.

“Please place your keys and turn clockwise in the appropriate slots.”

The Joint chiefs plugged their keys into a small raised keyhole at their places around the table.
One by One they turned and OV-1’s mechanical voice replied.

“Admiral Krisola Hafeta confirmed, sending Naval orders for Strategic Operation Pandora.”

“Field Marshal David Hortley Confirmed, sending ground order for Strategic Operation Pandora.”

“Air Marshal Jenna Astron confirmed, sending Air orders for Strategic Operation Pandora.”

“Field Marshal Harold Jessington confirmed, sending Territorial Army orders for Strategic Operation Pandora.”

“Supreme Commander Confirmation required to release Pandora’s Box.”

Aslmadeus Sturm sighed again and looked at the key.
“I had prayed this day would never come.” he growled before placing the key into the slot and turning the key.

“Pandora’s Box released to all branches of the Midlonian Armed Forces, orders to be carried out with immediate effect, companies notified of switch to wartime economics of 10% of total Gross Economic Output.” The Machine chimed.

Aslmadeus sat back and wiped a tear off of his cheek and sighed again.

Address by Secretary of State Allison Cameron, Cabinet Press-Conference

"They call us traitors to the Sovereign League? Have these people no shame? Do they not care of the children dying every day under Doomani slavery? And yet they hate the Freeks so much that they classify the Doomani as a lesser evil and the Freeks – and us – as a greater evil. They live in a demented universe in which Allanea is an enemy of freedom and Doomingsland is a shining beacon of civil rights. These people are, to put it simply, hypocrites."

Address by Colonel Thomas Morrison, United States Special Operations Command, to troops in Northern Haven

"Recruits!

Within two hours, Midlonian troops will begin to arrive at this airfield! You will participate with them in Operation Platypus – a joint exercise, in which 500,000 Midlonian troops will participate!

I have instructed you before, and I will repeat it again. The Midlonians are now our allies and trade partners. You will treat them with all courtesy that an Allanean shitbag like you can muster, do you understand that, you cocktards? Or have your brain leaked out through your heads because you fapped to slash-bee-slash too much?"

Address by Tank Commander Jerrom Simpson, Nakil 1A2 Hull Number 45,005, somewhere on the Questarian-Allanean Border

"Okay, guys. Which one of you farted in the goddamn tank? There's only two of you. Which one of you did it?"

Midlonian Allanean Expeditionary Force {Laputian 3rd Army}.

"Donnigue! Play the Hills of Laputia." Barked the officer to the pipeman.

With a wheeze of the bagpipe's bag inflating the song wailed into life.

"Move out!" the Officer screamed again as the infantrymen, mounted in trucks, GP's, motorbikes and the Gun-carriers lurched into life.

General Machonagie was a brutish man, short and almost as wide as he was tall. He was a bull of a man who wore a beret that was permanently cocked to the left. His handle-bar mustache, kilt and rapid speech made him a characture more than a person.

"Aye, well I wanne everything oof tha boots before sundown. Ye understand? Sundown! Aye dinna wanne oot else. Understood? Understood?"
The aide merely nodded, gave a quick "Aye" before running off.

"Righ, righ..." he nodded as the various kilt-wearing men rattled past chatting and laughing, standing on the back of his WildKat GP he nodded to soldiers as they gained aye contact with him. The expeditionary force began to head to the South, he turned and looked at the Allanean officer nearby.

"Anne it a fine sight? Aye? Aye?" He grinned.

Allanean State of Daikatana, 31 kilometers north of the Questarian Border

"I do not care that you have lived here all your life. I do not care how many puppies you raised in this house. This house is being eminent-domained by the Armed Forces and you cannot…"

A shot was heard, and a bullet whistled by. "I do not care!" – screamed the farmer. "This my house, and the goddamned Federal Government will not take it from me, you hear me! I have a rifle, and my wife has a rifle, and all of my damn kids have 'em, and are ready to use them!"

The Major shrugged as he lowered the bullhorn. "Get that all the time. Anyway, there's thirty klicks between here and the border… and when the Questarians get here, I hope he'll shoot them like he almost did me."

"So how will we fortify the border?" – his driver asked

"A lot of the land near the border is part of the Serendis Nature Preserve. It's owned by the state of Daikatana, and they've already allowed us to dig shit up. So that's what we're already doing – there's ten divisions there digging like maniacs. Still keeping the roads open for trade with Questers – there's no war yet. But one hears they're mining the highways."

"How do you hide a landmine on a highway?"

"You don't. But you can put ten tons of C4 under it and rig it to a looong wire."

20 kilometers to the South, train station

"Okay, people, this is your task. As you know, the first ten kilometers from the border are now a security zone. All locals have been evacuated, and the area is being mined – fifty anti-tank ATG-44 mines per square kilometer, five hundred Black Widow antipersonnel per square kilometer. All minor roads that are not used for trade have are being blocked by hedgehogs and anti-tank emplacements. Now your job is to dig an anti-tank ditch at the ten-klick line from the border. Do not cut the highways, yet. 100 meters After the ditch, there will be a trenchline, which the trenchdiggers are already beginning to prepare in a rough outline. We will have approximately 1,500,000 Allanean combat regulars and 500,000 Midlonian troops here soon. This will be enough to establish the line, and will continue to build up presence until we are up to two million combat regulars. Furthermore, Boy Scouts are already being prepared."

"Is that clear, troops? IS IT?"

"Sir, yes, Sir!"

"Then start digging!"

Top Secret, Eyes Only, to the Midlonian Command

We are beginning preparations in Daikatana and Aissur. Across the channel 15 divisions of the United States Marine Corps, and 20 additional mechanized infantry divisions are preparing as well. We trust that all will go as planned.

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MILLINGSTON, Carpanthium - Yesterday, Mrs. Anagrams and the Midlonian ambassador to Cravan negotiated a pact in secret, and today announced the Midlonian-Cravanian Friendship Pact, in order to build ties between the two nations which both possess Haven territories in close proximity to each other. Word has it that, already, Midlonian and Cravanian forces are planning to hold a war game in Carpanthium. This comes at a time of great tensions and uncertainty throughout all of Haven.

It has been reported that approximately one million Midlonian troops are en route to Carpanthium, in order to commence the war game and practice in coordinating forces. A timetable for the games have not yet been released, in addition to an estimated time at which Midlonian forces would be leaving Carpanthium, if at all. Some suggest this may be a move to gesture toward the Northfordians that Carpanthium is to remain in Cravanian hands, however no reports yet from Northford have even suggested or hinted at hostile intent towards their long-time ally of Cravan save for the growing tensions between the New Alliance and Commonwealth. With Northford and Cravan on opposite sides of the growing divide, a line in the sand may be drawn in the near future.

As the situation continues to develop, the Golden Triangle News Network will be there every step of the way to keep you informed.

Official Message of the Allanean Government to the Midlonian Ministry of Defense

For reasons of national security, we will continue the reinforcement of the Allanean-Questarian border. At the current time, we decided that 100 armored divisions, equipped with 27,500 Nakil 1A2 MBTs, 2,500 Samson TR29 HBTs, and 25 Imperator SHBT’s – a fourth of our SHBT complement. The artillery complement of the divisions will boost the artillery density of the border to 10 cannon per one hundred meters of border.

However, we understand that this is woefully insufficient for any kind of defensive purpose. As a stopgap measure, we will hereby unmothball our two experimental Jeanne D’Arc cannon (SHBT-frame 1000mm self-propelled), and further to transfer a variety of combat helicopters into the scene.

Apart from the helicopters already attached to the tank divisions (1,000 Boneharvester helicopters), we are transferring 5,000 SAH-27A attack helicopters to the scene, and 50 Type 100 strategic bombers. These will be reinforced by 2,000 SU-25 aircraft, however, again, we believe this to be completely insufficient.

Again we implore the Midlonians to reinforce the strategic points with more artillery and more airpower.

Latest round of deployments calls on Tier 3 reserves.

Every hour over 120,000 call up letters are assembled at the post-office's mobilization department for more and more men and women who have volunteered to be part of either the Territorial Army, or the Royal Army reserves. Mobilization has been going on for only a short period of time, but already the Tier 3 of reserves are being called upon to mobilize, the Third Tier of reservists are all aged 35-45 and...

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Shift of focus of forces sees men redeployed to Montmarte-Okielahoman border.

In a surprising move by the Midlonian High Command around Half of the forces usually assigned to defend the Montmarte-Clandonian border have been reassigned to the esturary-area near to the Questarian Commonwealth State of Okielahoma, this move comes just days after Midlonia's declaration of intent to limit Questarian Power within the Region of Haven, which is likely to include simply bottling up states it borders such as that of Okielahoma, of which the Midlonians have sole control of the estuary out into the Haven Strait, around 2 million men and additional support units have moved from the Clandonian border to.....

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Prime Minister reaffirms Allanean-Freindship Pact with promise of 3rd Air Armada Deployment, and 12th Special Artillery Brigade

Answering the Calls of the Allaneans for additional support for the recent efforts by the 3rd-10th Laputian Armies which were recently deployed to Allanea, Prime Minister Musotana, on behalf of the office of the Supreme Commander, has ordered the deployment of the 3rd Air Armarda, consisting of some 2,900 aircraft and 500 Helicopters. Along with this is the 12th Special Artillery Brigade which has some of the fearsome mega-artillery pieces of the Midlonian Arsenal, including the Devil's Cry Self propelled Artillery along with Arsenal Tanks and additional support units, this was to aid in cementing the recently formed Allanean-Midlonian deals in....

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NORTH POINT, The Silver Sky - President Kara H. Maddox held a press conference earlier today. The main subject of the conference was the announcement of a 'Skyian-Midlonian Friendship Pact'. The Pact is an initiative to build even stronger ties between the two nations who have territories in close proximity. President Maddox has also confirmed that Skyian and Midlonian Ground and Air Forces will be holding a war game in the Midlonian Homeland.

"It is a given that at a time like this nations will seek to solidify ties with nations nearby to increase their safety." Said one of political analysts when asked about the pact.

Sources from the Department of Defense have reported that the total number of troops to be sent to Midlonia is slightly less then 1 million, basically consisting of the entire 1st Marine Army Group and the 10th through 12th Air Force Divisions. However, no naval forces will be participating. A timetable for the games have not yet been released, in addition to an estimated time at which Skyian forces would be leaving Midlonia, if at all. Five-Star General Ralph Pershing has been named the commanding officer of the Skyian Units in the war game.

On a related topic rumor has it that the 18th Field Army will be deployed via air to the Paramount Islands for training exercises in the islands. Again no time table has been released about their deployment. Also, the 13th Field Army has been withdrawn from Jupiter Colony and officials have hinted that it will be in Arcis Insula within the week.

Latest bout of Haven Wargames announced

750,000 troops are to be deployed to the Scandavian Imperium territory of Mya for Joint Commonwealth Wargames.

A timetable for the games have not yet been released, in addition to an estimated time at which Midlonian forces would be leaving Mya.

It's beleived the deployment mostly consists of Light Infantry and Medium Cavalry Regiments in an attempt to see how Scandavian forces would cope against incredibly fast-moving armed forces in the "Lightning Hammer" formations that the Light Infantry and Medium Cavalry Units have been honing.

SIC:

Secret Diplomatic Communique

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To: Midlonia
From: The World Soviet Party

Following with our policy of neutrality in the upcoming NATO-Questerian Commonwealth conflict, we couldnt avoid noticing that your fleets, while certainly impressive, are not powerful enough for a sustained combat (not to mention full naval combat with bigger vessels).
Anyways, I have been told, by the Soviet Goverment, to make you an offer you and your people might find interesting, that is, providing your navy with some quality ships, specially designed to take down bigger, more powerful (and more importantly, more expensive) enemy boats.
Thus, we would be willing to offer you, with a discount taking into consideration your total war status, a good number of Bergstein Class Light Frigates (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12331908&postcount=41), seeing as this ship is... flexible to say the least, capable of being adapted to carry and fire most of today's anti-shipping missiles, which we understand you possess in big numbers.

We await your response, be it negative or positive, looking forward to making our nation-to-nation relationships better.

Signed,
Nathan Andrets, TWSP's Armed Forces Commander.

Soviet Party offer laughed out of MoD, sources say.

"...couldn't beleive it myself when I heard laughing coming from the Defence Minister's Office." commented a source within the MoD. "I was sat at my desk when I heard roars of laughter, a few minutes later emails were popping up on everyone's terminal about buying some rusty tin frigate from the Soviets."

The communication was later placed onto the MoD's website under the "Humour" section....

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Surprise movement sees 10th and 12th Land Warfare Battle Groups placed overseas

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In a surprisingly public move today the Supreme Command Council has announced the deployment of the 10th and 12th LWBG's to the Allanean-Questarian Border, the Battle groups which consist of two of the Gargantuan Goliath Tanks a piece are said to have been sent at the request of the Commander of the Midlonian Forces there, but he declined to comment.

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Haven, encampment of Army Group Serendis, formerly Serendis Nature Preserve

The runway was full of soldiers, soldiers in full parade dress, glinting with ranks and medals.

The unit was the Furry Airborne Division's combat complement, and they were so called because they were recruited – exclusively – through furry conventions and forums. In their free times they wore weird suits that looked like animals. But in battle, they were Allanea's pride and joy.

Their uniforms were the same as any other Allanean Airborne soldiers – a camouflaged army suit complete with long coat, high boots, and the wide-brimmed hat that denotes all branches of the Allanean military – from the Navy to the Diplomatic Service. The boots, the symbols on the hats, and even the medals the soldiers wore were well-polished.

Above the ranks, the division banner of the First Furry Airborne Infantry Division waved. It was red, cris-crossed with blue stripes – like the Southern Battle Flag – but with a deep-blue pawmark logo on its center. Stitched in gold upon the banner were the words “With Bullets, Teeth, and Claws!”

Along the ranks of the troops paced Fieldmarshal Kazansky, in his black-and-silver uniform, followed by cameramen of the Army Department of Explanation.

He smiled to the troops. “Good morning, boys!”

“Good morning, Fieldmarshal!” - the division barked.

Kazansky looked at the troops, and spoke, his voice calm and yet loud, carrying over the runway without a need for a microphone.

“Troops! Today, as you deploy as part Army Group Serendis, I would like to make a small demonstration for our allies – and for our enemies, too. They wonder – why are we so sure we do not need to fear foreign invasion, why do we speak out so loudly against the leadership of the Sovereign League and their treason against the very ideals of the alliance, their cooperation with the vile Doomani theocrat-fascists. The President and the Senate Committee on Defense asked me to make a small presentation. SERGEANT!” - Kazansky shouted, looking at one of the Furries - “What is your name?”

“Hansen! Sergeant-Major Mark Hansen, Sir!”

“Call me Alex. Can you please tell our viewers what are those two badges you are wearing?”

“This is the one for participating in Operation Kahanistan Freedom. It's an operation where the Eff-Ayee-Dee held off a Kraven invasion of Kahanistan, and I killed fifteen Kravenite Capitol Police, two of them with my bare hands, Sir. That's how I got the second badges – that's a Terminator Badge, Sir... I mean, Alex.”

“Good, Mark.” - Kazansky grinned. - “And you, Private? What's your name?”

“George Nikolski... Sir...”

“Don't 'Sir' me, I'm too old for that crap.”

“Okay.”

“Tell me about your medals.”

“That one is “Courage Under Fire.” You gave it to me yourself – we held off the Atopian fascists and Iragian communists in the Iragian shore. I torched three T-80 tanks.”

“Are you an AT trooper?”

“No, I torched one of them with a bunch of grenades under its track and two with an RPG I got from a dead commie.”

“A dead commie?”

“Killed him myself, Sir.. I mean...”

“Thanks, Mark. You're a great soldier. And who are you, Lieutenant?”

“I'm Joshua Sont. Want to hear about my medals?” - the man's wide chest carried at least six various badges and medals.

“That's right, Josh. If its' too long, we'll edit it out.” - the Fieldmarshal now grinned wide.

“Well, Sir, it's like this. This is my Golden Terminator badge – fifty combat kills, most o' them in the Antanjyl war, but some I nailed me in other ones. Here are my badges for Antanjyl, for Iragia, and for the Doomani war. This here is Courage under Fire, and this last one is the Marksmanship Badge, for scoring ten confirmed kills at over eight hundred meters with my rifle.”

“Excellent!” - Kazansky hugged the veteran, turning towards the camera.

He began to speak. Later, in the video the Army Explanation Unit released on NSYoutube and sent copies of to all allied governments, his voice was overlaid with camera footage of parades of various Allanean units of all branches – troops of the Navy, the Air Force, the Army, Marine, and Boy Scout Corps, marching on parades, standing in calm lines on parade grounds across Allanea and at ready positions behind the control pads of their vehicles.

The reason why the people of Allanea do not fear any threats is not because we have more guns – though we have lots of guns and advanced weapons – not because we have a lot of money – though we do.

The reason why the people of Allanea have no fear is because they are protected by a wall that's harder then the most advanced ferroconcrete, armor that shields them better then steel, better then mithril, better then living metal.

The people of Allanea have no fear of the Doomani fascist, the Questarian racist, the Amestrian statist, the Beddgelertian communist. They are protected by the best defense in the living multiverse – by the wall of Allanean soldiers, like the men and women that stand behind me, ready to fight, defeat and destroy any enemy that threatens the Liberty of Allanea and the Honor of our Queen.

Should the Queen or Congress give such an order, I would lead these men into the valley of death, and I would have no fear, because I would be surrounded by Allaneans, and each of them carries a huge gun, and we are the meanest motherfuckers in the whole damn valley.

Thank you for your attention.

May God save the Queen, and may He continue to bless Allanea.