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Pro Patria Puritania

15-07-2007, 12:11

The Minister of Defence and 2nd in Command of the Armed Forces, Mauri Seinfeldt sits in his well-equipped office, issuing an unusual order to his assistant. "Hans, I want to give the rebel scum a demonstration of our Lord's power. Order the Airforce to have all available bombers bomb the Rebel capital to the ground." His assistant, horrified of such orders, utters "Yes, sir... But we don't know how many people still loyal to our god are in that city!" The Minister, angered, yells at his assistant and friend "If there were any, they should have attempted an uprising! Now go issue the orders or I will have you executed for treason! Such is the will of our Lord!"

3 hours later, when the bombing began, the streets, parks, malls, skyscrapers, everything caught fire. People attempted to save themselves by hiding in basements, but they were doomed by the buildings collapsing on them.

When the bombing was over, paratroopers of the 22nd Airborne Legion were dropped into the city, rounding up any surviving rebel soldiers for labour camps and evacuating civilians.

Even though their "capital" was now in ruins, the war was far from over...

The Emperor adresses the people:

In addition to the current martial law and curfue, no refugees will be allowed to leave the country. Citizens are not allowed to leave the country as a safety precaution. Military checkpoints and roadblocks will be set up in the next few days. Refugees from the south are welcome to seek refuge in the capital, which has been relocated to the northern city of Neu Berlin. Every able man between the ages of 18 and 60 will be conscripted to join our glorious crusade. Have faith in your Lord and justice will prevail!

Damirez

15-07-2007, 13:43

The Yellow Sea Islands

15-07-2007, 18:20

The Horned Rat

15-07-2007, 18:48

The message from the Emperor had reached the Under-Empire. Which meant either really good things or really bad things could happen for that country. It all really depended on where the dart landed. Literally. The office was dirt-floored, the walls were made of cheap plaster and had ripped wallpaper (which was yellow-duck designs no less), the desk in the center of the room was piled high with crumpled and dirty papers, the majority of which were death threats or doodles from the secretaries. The official looking letter however, which was adequately checked by having a slave sniff and lick it for poisons, was delivered straight to the skaven who was reclining in a worn-out spinny chair.

Opening it with a deft flick of a claw he pulled out the written version of the communique and glanced over it, picking up the majority of the details. With a slight spin, the chair squeaked and popped like it was about to explode until he stopped, facing a dart board on the wall, above the dart board was a label "foreign policy".

The various rings had scribbles that said things like, "Ignore them", "Sell weapons", "Exterminate the rebels", "Exterminate the loyalists", "Enslave everyone", or "Deliver them skavenade". A few more bizarre and colorful options were also there, but I don't feel like listing them.

Throwing the dart, it impaled a section and thusly the Under-Empire's decision had been made.

To: Emperor Julius Heide
From: UE Department of Human Thingys
The internal conflict your country has been suffering has been brought to our attention and we are going to intervene and end the bickering caused by the deluded Pope in a fashion that seems appropriate. Expect arrival of the our forward forces within 1800 hours.

Pro Patria Puritania

15-07-2007, 21:04

From: Prince Emilian Davout, Foreign Minister of The Principality of Damirez.
To: Combatants in the civil war.
Subject: Humanitarian aid.

The Principality of Damirez wishes to offer humanitarian aid to the citizens of PPP affected by the civil war. To accomplish that goal, we have already started gathering medical and food supplies on our airfields, also refugees from PPP are welcomed in our nation.

We would like to underline the fact that the Principality of Damirez does not support either side of this conflict and thus request both sides to recognize the neutrality of the Damirez missions.

Prince Emilian Davout.

OOC: Any map or factbook I can chew on?
OOC: Haven't had the time for those yet.

From: Mauri Seinfeldt, Ministry of Defence
To:Whoever is in charge

You either support the rebels or the Emperor. Any attempt to send aid to the heretic rebels will be stopped. Peacefully, ofcourse as we do not wish to extend this conflict outside of our borders. Please also note that citizens are not allowed to leave the Empire as of now.

We are outraged by this emperors vicious bombing of his own citizens! We refuse to send his government humanitarian aid! We shall only send humanitarian aid to the rebels and their inocent civilians.

From: Mauri Seinfeldt, Ministry of Defence
To: Whoever is in charge

Our Emperor is by no means a vicious ruler. The Emperor's birthday is drawing close, and the military felt that there should be some progress in the war as a gift to the Emperor. And progress we did. Any aid sent to the heretics will be stopped and confiscated, and any personell sent back to their homeland.

To: Emperor Julius Heide
From: UE Department of Human Thingys
The internal conflict your country has been suffering has been brought to our attention and we are going to intervene and end the bickering caused by the deluded Pope in a fashion that seems appropriate. Expect arrival of the our forward forces within 1800 hours.

The Emperor wishes to show his gratitude in a way that your nation sees appropriate.

The Yellow Sea Islands

15-07-2007, 22:46

"Those inhuman bastards!" Says the Prime Chancelor's Foreign Adisor, Mauhi Komosuma. "They won't even let humanitarian aid go to the rebels!" She proceeded to write a very angry letter.

PPP Chief of Army,

To the son-of-a-bitch in charge,
You bombed inocent civilians because of your emporers fucking birthday?!! I don't care if you think he's divine, that is a war crime that killed thousands of people, and I will see to it that you face justice for your actions! How dare you stop us from providing humanitarian aid! These are people! Your just going to let inocent people die?!! We will not stop providing aid for these people. Our navy can easily supply them, so go ahead try to stop us from helping. I assure you, you will not succeed. That's a promise!

Somone with a soul, Mauhi Komosuma

Pro Patria Puritania

15-07-2007, 22:57

Video message from the throne room in the Imperial Palace:
To: Mauhi Komosuma
From: Emperor Julius Heide

You say you have a soul, and yet you seek to aid those who started the war? I am a righteous ruler, however, I will not allow your ships to enter waters controlled by rebels. I will see to it that the fleet is sent to guard the southern coast. Please, excuse my... 'incompetent' Minister of Defence. I did not give my blessing to the bombing. He will be dealt with. Your ships containing the supplies are required to enter the docks in Hauptstaat, where the contents will be examined and then sent to the civilians in the southern provinces. But know this, any sympathy toward the rebel soldiers will not be tolerated.

(OOC: map http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v439/Personal_Antichrist/?action=view&current=adsdsaadssaddsasdaasdsddssda.jpg)

Zackaroth

15-07-2007, 23:09

I, the Highleader of Zackaroth, find the leader of the nation Pro Patria Puritania to be a complete wack job and at best a genocial man who will do anything to ensure he keeps control of his country. anyone who believes this man is a god is foolish. There is only one true God above in heaven and those who take his and use as his own, and even use it to abuse others, deserve no mercy at all. We also do believe this Minister of Defence is being taken care of. A nice big raise in his pay and some vaction days. Me and my HIgh council are discussing whether or not to help the rebels of your nation . May the true God have mercy on your soul if we go in there because we will show none.

Aimless von Strangaild, High Leader of Zackaroth

SIC

To: The Under-Empire's Emperor
From: The High Leader of Zackaroth

We are most interested in intervening in the affairs of Pro Patria Puritania. We are on the opposite of the spectrum but we do not wish it to be this way. We are will to give you somethings to stay out of the country. This can be anything from a handful of slaves to maybe an oilfield or two or maybe an island off our coast. Please consider this carefully. Thank you for your time.

Pro Patria Puritania

15-07-2007, 23:21

To: Aimless von Strangaild, High Leader of Zackaroth
From: Emperor Julius Heide

I by no means support the actions taken by the former Minister of Defence. By saying 'he will be dealt with' means public execution, televised. All those who will lay down their weapons shall go unharmed. This is a war between a man who seeks to destroy the way of life this great Empire has had for centuries - and a righteous ruler. You are more than welcome to send your people to inspect our detention and labour camps where we send captured rebel soldiers to. You will undoubtedly see that their conditions are humane. However, if you are to inspect the camps the rebels have set up, you will see who you are willing to support. Animals. They will be defeated, and their leaders executed. The innocent will come to no harm, I assure you.

[END]
News report from the battlezone:
A grey haired man speaks to the camera, with a horrified look on his face. "The city is still under siege, with little progress being made by either side. There was only one survivor found in a concentration camp just south of New Teutoberg."

A story told by a woman who was the only survivor of a concentration camp set up by the rebels:
She is dirty, and starved. She has no hair and has marks of torture. She utters: "It was horrible. They had whips. They used electricity to torture us for information before execution. The daily ration was 1 piece of bread; shared by 10 people. When the 2nd Armoured Legion was drawing close, we thought that we were saved. But we were wrong... terribly wrong. The rebel animals killed everyone before the Legion came. They found me hiding amongst the waste. They gave me food and clothes. They rounded up the animals, but only executed their officers.. I urged them to kill them all, but they did not. Instead they threw them in the back of a truck and drove away with them, even gave them medical aid and food! I was furious."

"In other news, the village of Donner was captured by our troops earlier this morning. Casualties were extremely high on both sides. An estimate of 1,000 military personell were killed. The military reported 30 civilian casualties. We must stay vigilant in these troubled times when foreign nations have threatened to attack us and/or aid the rebels. Willie Beier was appointed Minister of Defence. Gustav Müller's execution will take place next week."

The Yellow Sea Islands

15-07-2007, 23:42

To the Emperor of PPP,
We only wish to help civilians. But we damnwell don't have to let you search the medical supplies and blokade us from the rebels. For all we know you could be poisoning the medical supplies. What do you mean I don't have a soul if I support the rebels? If you ask me they seem to be fighting for religous freedom. You condemn this? We can find a way to get the medical supplies in without your "security" checks.

Mauhi Komosuma

Pro Patria Puritania

15-07-2007, 23:49

To: Mauhi Komosuma

For all I know you could be smuggling in weapons. Your people are allowed to be present during the inspections. After that I give you two options: you let us airdrop the supplies for the civilians, or you may take them to them yourself, accompanied by my personal guard, for your own safety as I will not allow any foreign troops to enter the Empire.

- Emperor Julius Heide

The Yellow Sea Islands

16-07-2007, 03:18

To: Emperor Julius Heide
The Yellow Sea Islands does not support the treatment of prisoners by the rebels. We wish to only aid the people in the cities that you are mercilessly bombing, and we don't need you to airdrop medical supplies. I promise you we have no intension of militarily aiding the rebels.
From: Mauhi Komosuma

The Yellow Sea Islands

16-07-2007, 03:25

Telegram to Rebel HQ: (Not encrypted.)
Rebels, you will cease the brutal treatment of your prisoners. Otherwise we will no longer give medical supplies to your military or citizens. "Behave unto others as you would wish them to behave unto you." Follow this advice or pay the consequences.

Damirez

16-07-2007, 05:16

From: Mauri Seinfeldt, Ministry of Defence
To:Whoever is in charge

You either support the rebels or the Emperor. Any attempt to send aid to the heretic rebels will be stopped. Peacefully, ofcourse as we do not wish to extend this conflict outside of our borders. Please also note that citizens are not allowed to leave the Empire as of now.

From: Prince Emilian Davout, Foreign Minister of The Principality of Damirez.
To: Combatants in the civil war.
Subject: A word of advice.

Our government cares little about which side the people belong. If they are in need of food, water and medical supplies we will provide them to them. I wish to repeat our previous statement regarding our position in this war: We are neutral! As such we will not aid the military of neither side since it would only invite to retaliation for the others. The only thing on our minds is the well being of your civilians.

Additionally, several observation teams will be dispatched, with your approval, to report for war crimes and breaches of human rights.

Be warned, should our teams come under direct attack from either side we will not stand idle.

Regards.
Prince Emilian Davout.

From: Prince Emilian Davout, Foreign Minister of The Principality of Damirez.
To: The Yellow Sea Islands.
Subject: Invitation.

Since your nation has expressed interest and concern regarding the civil war in PPP, similar to our own, we would like to invite YSI to join our observation teams.

However, to avoid any misunderstandings we would like for the YSI to follow our example and cease any form of aid to the military parties involved, including medical supplies for the rebels. The only ones we should care about are the civilians.

Best regards,
Prince Emilian Davout.

The Horned Rat

16-07-2007, 05:30

Elements of the advanced recon fleet that roughly numbered 60 ships were now within eye-sight of PPP's coastline. Very rapidly skaven troops would make landfall in the ports of the coast-city known as "The White City". From their they'd organize and prepare for subsequent waves of re-enforcements before marching on the rebels.

The skaven could theoretically try and force their way into the rebel coastline, but much of the Under-Empire's equipment was of a heavy grade and required some time to organize the vast amounts of it and soldiers. A secondary wave of an invasion fleet was already prepped and dispatched from it's current location in one of the many seas located in the Dark Lands. The skaven weren't planning on relenting any time soon.

To: Emperor Julius Heide
From: Department of Human Resources (If you were to check the sender's address, it came from the same department as earlier, just they randomly change names)
Our ships will be docking and unloading their cargo at The White City. The Council of Thirteen recommends you evacuate all civilian and military personnel...our soldiers tend to view humans in a negative light. Expect our arrival in 0500 hours.

SIC:
To: The High Leader of Zackaroth
From: Director of Human Warfare Interventionism
We stand to make several thousand times that profit through this intervention. We will not relent from burning these scum from the earth and intervention on your behalf will simply mean more profits for myself and an increased state of war for both our countries.

Good day.

A minor buzz of concern had rippled through the rat-people's capital of Skaven Blight as they had received a message to the "Emperor" of their nation. A rash panic caused several chieftains to begin organizing a revolt against this new "Emperor" who had supplanted the, until now, unchallenged Council of Thirteen that overseen the Under-Empire's existence since before its birth.

The current Deathvermin on duty at the time promptly liquidated the erratic skaven before filing requests for replacements.

Once this had been handled a message from the Head of the Department of Human Enslavement, also known by a variety of other names, stated that it was simply a mistake caused by an uninformed man-thing and that no Emperor had declared themselves in charge. With the Council's acknowledgment that it was a slight in error uncaused by him, they left the Department Chief to his business of making war.

Emporer Pudu

16-07-2007, 07:20

Pudite Prefecture Two, Administration Compound Zero-Two, A Small Room
Each of the six main prefectures of the Dominion was headed by a central Administration Compound, and each had their own foreign affairs officer, and their constituent network of observers, watching and recording as the world went by outside.

Now, all compounds picked up the news regarding the developing civil war inside the small nation of Pro Patria Puritania, but none took any interest, that is, none save for Compound Zero-Two. Here, in the southern reaches of the Dominion, contact with the rat-people to the south was greatest, and some of their customs and traditions were beginning to take hold in the Dominion. Recently a purchase was made of a large number of foreign slaves to serve in the Pudite Imperial Army, as levied bodies, to supplement domestic and colonial troops in tedious work.

This new, imaginatively-named, Janissary Corps, was headquartered here. And so they took notice. This was nothing less than an opportunity to test these new warrior-slaves in combat, not to mention the fact that what happened to these rebels was likely not a concern of the ruling government, after the battle was won...

So it was that ten Normandy-class heavy transport ships, flanked by half a dozen surplus Helina-class battlecruisers and two-dozen Atlantia-class destroyers set off from a Naval Compound along the southern coast of the Dominion-occupied Galation Archipelago. Moving at twenty-eight knots away from that irradiated stretch of island, they were expected to make landfall in Pro Patria Puritania, along a stretch of rebel-occupied shoreline, in about five days.

The following message was sent ahead, to Government authorities, as well as to the envoys of the Horned Rat already present in the nation;

To: Puritanian Government and Allied Commanders,
From: Mr. White, foreign affairs officer

A small force has been recently dispatched, following the outbreak of hostilities within your nation. The Emperor fervently believes that these rebels should be crushed, and is eager to support your legitimate government with all his available resources.

Unfortunately, more pressing matters draw the attention of a majority of the Dominions military reserves, and so we must make do with our offer of a division of our recently formed Janissary Corps.

Our forces, numbering ten-thousand men, will make landfall roughly ten miles north of (a rebel controlled city), and proceed from there. We ask that air cover be provided, as we have no significant strength here to speak of.

We assure you, everything is being done to defeat these rebels and restore your nation to peace,

Good day,
Mr. White.

It almost made the foreign affairs officer laugh, to write something like that... The Emperor didn't even know what Pro Patria Puritania was, let alone feel fervently about it.

He supposed it didn't matter, though. Ten-thousand bought-and-paid-for soldiers were on their way there, and the foreigners would never know the difference if the Emperor of a nation they had just come in contact with felt in any particular way about the actions of a pittance of his slaves (which he may or may not have even known existed) and a rabble of dissenting anarchists.

The troops were on their way, and that was all that mattered.

Pro Patria Puritania

16-07-2007, 14:12

Additionally, several observation teams will be dispatched, with your approval, to report for war crimes and breaches of human rights.

Be warned, should our teams come under direct attack from either side we will not stand idle.

Regards.
Prince Emilian Davout.

From: Prince Emilian Davout, Foreign Minister of The Principality of Damirez.
To: The Yellow Sea Islands.
Subject: Invitation.

Since your nation has expressed interest and concern regarding the civil war in PPP, similar to our own, we would like to invite YSI to join our observation teams.

However, to avoid any misunderstandings we would like for the YSI to follow our example and cease any form of aid to the military parties involved, including medical supplies for the rebels. The only ones we should care about are the civilians.

Best regards,
Prince Emilian Davout.
I was ordered to deliver this message to the Prince and Mauhi Komosuma, as the Emperor is personally leading the attack on New Teutoberg.
Your observation teams will be allowed to enter the Empire and granted an audience by the Emperor to answer any questions they may have.

- Claudia zu Gernstein, the Emperor's personal assistant

To: The Horned Rat

The Emperor ordered me to inform you, that the evacuation of a major city is impossible. However, the port will be cleared and a clear path designated for your troops to march to the rebels. Know this, the Emperor will not tolerate any hostilities toward civilians, even on rebel territory.

- Claudia zu Gernstein, the Emperor's personal assistant

To: Emporer Pudu

Our forces have complete air superiority in the battlezone. You will take the city from the rebels, and then continue southward. now this, the Emperor will not tolerate any hostilities toward civilians, even on rebel territory.

- Claudia zu Gernstein, the Emperor's personal assistant

Emporer Pudu

17-07-2007, 02:35

To: Emporer Pudu

Our forces have complete air superiority in the battlezone. You will take the city from the rebels, and then continue southward. now this, the Emperor will not tolerate any hostilities toward civilians, even on rebel territory. - Claudia zu Gernstein, the Emperor's personal assistant

To: Claudia zu Gernstein
From: Mr. White, foreign affairs officer

We thank you for your help, and we assure you, our forces will be nothing if not benevolent. Civilians in rebel-controlled areas will be evacuated, all weapons will be confiscated, and they will be returned to your control.

Good day,
Mr. White.

Meanwhile, a few thousand kilometers away, nearly a dozen heavy transport ships, flanked by their escorts, were nearing the rebel-controlled coastline.

Each of the ten massive ships contained four smaller air cushioned landing craft, which each could transport forty men. They would arrive in waves of sixteen-hundred men, in seven waves.

Standing at the front of the rear observation platform of one of the first Seasprite-class LCACs to hit shore, was the officer in charge of the operation. Only two months ago, a small, sniveling, weak-willed slave, Major General Karman Obernin had been molded over the last sixty days into a combat-ready, commanding persona.

Before him, he watched as the front of the Normandy-class transport submerged itself, and the four landing craft contained within slid off the metal deck and onto the open ocean.

Obernin's LCAC was at the head of a great line of LCACs, speeding along noisily toward the shore. Below him forty young soldiers waited...

The engines roared as the craft jumped up to full speed, closing with the shore, coming closer and closer to the division's Trial by Fire...

The Yellow Sea Islands

17-07-2007, 03:17

From: Prince Emilian Davout, Foreign Minister of The Principality of Damirez.
To: Combatants in the civil war.
Subject: A word of advice.

Our government cares little about which side the people belong. If they are in need of food, water and medical supplies we will provide them to them. I wish to repeat our previous statement regarding our position in this war: We are neutral! As such we will not aid the military of neither side since it would only invite to retaliation for the others. The only thing on our minds is the well being of your civilians.

Additionally, several observation teams will be dispatched, with your approval, to report for war crimes and breaches of human rights.

Be warned, should our teams come under direct attack from either side we will not stand idle.

Regards.
Prince Emilian Davout.

From: Prince Emilian Davout, Foreign Minister of The Principality of Damirez.
To: The Yellow Sea Islands.
Subject: Invitation.

Since your nation has expressed interest and concern regarding the civil war in PPP, similar to our own, we would like to invite YSI to join our observation teams.

However, to avoid any misunderstandings we would like for the YSI to follow our example and cease any form of aid to the military parties involved, including medical supplies for the rebels. The only ones we should care about are the civilians.

Best regards,
Prince Emilian Davout.

We gladly accept your terms.

The Yellow Sea Islands

17-07-2007, 03:18

(I'll be gone for a week.)

The Horned Rat

17-07-2007, 18:02

IC: Command of this theater had been given over to Two Claws General Ischitt who was now aboard one of the many ships that were now churning up the seas to reach this foreign area where war had broken out amongst its people. The skaven tended to wipe out everyone and anything, but this time they appeared to be working with the loyalists. Even to the point of trying to stop civilian casualties.

To: Claudia zu Gernstein
From: Two Claws General Ischitt
If any civilian breaks the intended barriers they will be treated as an insurgent attempting to harm our personnel and will be put down. Make sure to inform them of this so as to prevent any unfortunate incidents. In addition to rebel civilians, if they comply with our instructions no harm will befall them, should they resist, they will be terminated.

The first troop transports had arrived at the docks and opened, up spilling their contents on the beach. From within the dark interiors screeching and the cocking of weapons could be heard. If anyone was nearby they would detect a foul odor more akin to a landfill then military vessels. As they began to scurry out, they appeared to be very scruffy and hunched over homless men clutching AK-47s. If one began to observe closer they could see that the scruff was actual fur that were always a brown color. They had long snouts that seemed to simply be an enlarged rat. That was the best guess as to what they were, rats that had evolved to become almost homo-sapian in nature. Which that was what a skaven was, a four to five fut rat-human who tended to possess all the charm of their hygiene.

Among the gangs of malnourished and filthy skaven, equally clean and fed humans stumbled around with blank and vacant expression on their faces. They all shared in common the mistreatment at the hands of their overseers as evidenced by missing digits and multiple scars on their backs from a whip. From each ship there was always a small group of skaven dressed in combat vests and wielding, what appeared to be, new aged assault rifles with a simple "M" logo. These skaven would occasionally brandish a whip or fire a round into the crowd to get them moving faster.

The first slaves had reached PPP's shores, and already the foam was stained red with blood...

OOC: Pudu, can I just use your designs until Soulforge actually gets on and gives me some ship specs? It'd be a lot better if I can give boats identification and such rather than "boats" and "ships"

Pro Patria Puritania

18-07-2007, 00:07

The Emperor walked among his warriors in the ruins of a suburb in a city formerly known as New Teutoberg. A young warrior, in his mid-20's, stepped up to the Emperor, bowing, and uttering the words "My Lord, we have cleared this area of hostiles. However, their leaders refuse to give any information." The Emperor replied "Rise. Bring them here. I wish to personally oversee their execution." ... "Were you in charge of this attack?", he continued. "Yes, my Lord." The warrior replied. "You have done well. You shall be rewarded. This city will be renamed in your honor. Order your warriors to attack the next suburb and then move onward to the skyscrapers." "It will be done, my Lord."

Meanwhile, in the rebel HQ, deep below the ground. The rebel leader, Gustav Müller, who had brought Christianity to the Empire and proclaimed himself Pope, learned that a fleet of landing craft were nearing the coast. "Fortify the coast. Do not let them defile this holy ground. Leave no survivors."

Pro Patria Puritania

18-07-2007, 00:56

OOC: The chances of a coup during martial law, curfue, etc when people aren't supposed to go outside to pick up your propaganda leaflets aren't good. Plus there's military guys everywhere. Actually the Emperor isn't a bad ruler in times of peace. There isn't any power vacuum.

IC:
You are not welcome here. These commandos you speak of will be detained and sent back. The Emperor wishes to inform you that this may harm any future relations. The people of this country are loyal to the Emperor.

Signed,
Juuso Creutzfeldt, Ministry of Foreign Affairs.
Willie Beier, Ministry of Defence.
Julius Heide, the Emperor.

Jimanistan

18-07-2007, 01:06

--Official Statement from Chairman Demostratskiy

My apologies. My Miitary advisor informed me that your country was
falling apart. He is now sweeping the street. I will recall the commandos
at once, but I request the permission to send inspectors to see if things
truly are as you say. If you refuse, you truely have something to hide.
If not, we shall see.

Pro Patria Puritania

18-07-2007, 01:20

Your inspectors will be allowed to enter the Empire, and as customary granted an audience with the Emperor. The Emperor assures you that your people will not come to any harm, but should not expect a warm welcome either. I will meet the inspectors at the Neu Berlin international airport personally and take you to the Imperial Palace.

Signed,
Claudia zu Gernstein, the Emperor's personal assistant

INA (The Imperial News Agency)
The conflict still remains unresolved. The troops sent from the UE arrived earlier today in the White City, and were in fact reported to look like over-sized rats. The city of New Teutoberg is ready to fall as the rebels' supply lines have been severed. An attack on the business centre where the rebels are holding up will be launched in 2days. Civilians are advised to leave the area. Also, the city will be named after a warrior, who with his cunning saved hundreds of lives.

Now, the sports report from...

Jimanistan

18-07-2007, 01:29

General Yuri Zarkharov stepped out of the plane and onto the stairs,
out to the runway. He and his entire team had a nervous flight. Their
pilot was inexperienced and nearly hit a commercial flight headed for
Brussia. And, of course, he had an uneasy feeling about the Emporer.
suspicion of Royalty is to be expected in Jimanistan. The general himself
fight with the Chairman ad others on the frontlines to defeat the despot
George II only about twenty years ago.
"Are you all ready?" he said back to his group.
"Yes Comrade" they chimed out in unison. "Off we go then."

Pro Patria Puritania

18-07-2007, 14:45

There was a tall, black-haired woman dressed extremely formally standing in the international arrivals terminal. She appeared to be waiting for someone. The expression on her face showed no signs of emotion toward the guests from Jimanistan, who emerged from the plane. As they entered the building she stepped up to them and said "I am Claudia zu Gernstein. Please, follow me." They all went out of the terminal, and a black limo was waiting just outside the entrance. The trip to the Imperial Palace was very uneasy and silent. The limo stopped in front of a massive iron gate in the heart of the capital and a heavily armed guard demanded ID's and had the visitors fill 2 forms before allowing the car to move on. When they reached the palace and entered, the woman said "The Emperor will be here in 1 hour. I will come and take you to him when the time comes. In the meanwhile, you can wait here." and took off without saying another word.

Kobunite

18-07-2007, 15:52

Kobunite Diplomatic Service

For the attention of:-
Emperor Julius Heide.
Juuso Creutzfeldt, Minister of Foreign Matters.
Willie Beier, Minister of Defence.

The government of Kobunite is greatly concerned to hear of a rebel uprising in your country. Although Kobunite is a largely Atheist or Agnostic a large part of our population is religious and there for resents the fact that the rebels masqurade as "Religious Fanatics". Therefore the Prime Minister has requested that we immediately dispatch a large carrier group along with a mid sized strike force to a posistion some 20 miles off the coast at New Teuteberg. We request that you allow the force to enter your most serene empire and allow our valient troops to assist you in crushing this detestable uprising in your nation.

---------End Transmission---------

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"Admiral, we are now around 200 nautical miles off the coast of The Empire of Pro Patria Puritania" reported the Lieutenant.
"Ok, call in the current CAP and replace them with the Plus 5's. Also, shoot off 2 more Hawkeyes and recover the one in the air now. That goes for duty the carrier in the formation. As for the others tell them I want 2 Eagles Plus 5, a further 2 on Plus 15 and a Hawkeye and Prowler on Plus 15." Replied Admiral Steven Banks.
With a smart salute and a "Yessir!" the Lieutenant span on his heels and walked biskly towards the operations room to ge the job done.

The Admiral looked once again at the orders he was wired before he turned and summoned a nearby Lieutenant Commander
"Tell General Sir Thomas Griffon that we'll make land fall tomorrow, with luck we'll be able to unload his command by 1800 tomorrow"
"I'll pass on the message sir" replied the Lt.Commander
"Oh, and make sure that the messing deck know to knock up something nice tonight. This may be the last hot dinner we have for a while"
"Sir!"

As the Lt.Commander walked off the Admiral looked out to sea contemplating tomorrow and the future.

Jimanistan

18-07-2007, 16:25

Yuri and his party of about a dozn inspectors and tag-alongs simply
looked about at this alien land. All the buildings look so strange to them..
Yuri thought to himself about Gernstein's accent... he thought it was
funny.

A girl in his group, probably no more the nineteen or twenty, kept
messing around with the gate, knocking on it.. As if she expected it to fall
over.

"Cut that out," the General said, "You might ding it."
"Sorry Comrade..
All this waiting is pretty dull though.
when do you think she'll be back?"
"I'm not really sure.."

Pro Patria Puritania

18-07-2007, 19:46

After 3hrs of waiting, the woman came back to retrieve the visitors. "The Emperor is ready to see you now.", she said. At the throne room's entrance she said "When you enter the room, walk to straight toward the Emperor. When you reach him, bow to him, when he tells you to rise, tell him what you have to say." They were taken to the throne room, which still after 5 years of service to the Emperor still amazed her with its beauty. It was filled with the Emperor's personal guard, who formed a passage to the Emperor's throne and wore blood-red and black uniforms, wielding new-looking assault rifles. The Emperor was waiting...

Jimanistan

19-07-2007, 03:01

Zakharov was puzzled at the request to bow...
"In Jimanistan we bow to no man, no matter what his status..
beng polite is one thing, but I cannot tolerate such request."
"But comrade, if you don't bow, I'm not sure what they'll do to us,
yet I doubt any good can come of it. esids, the guards are
staring at us... I think you should just bow to him"
Zakharov finally swallowed his pride, walked forward with his
group, and the all knelt down in unison, each feeling al ittle sick
inside.
"Greetings Emperor... Julius Heide."

Pro Patria Puritania

19-07-2007, 23:15

The Emperor introduced the situation in the country to the Gerenal and his team. After all that was done, he stood up and made a quick gesture with his hand, calling his assistant. "General, if you or your people have nothing to add or ask, my assistant will show you to your hotel." He then turned to his assistant, and mumbled something. The woman replied, as always during her service to the Emperor, "Yes, my Lord."

Jimanistan

19-07-2007, 23:38

Zakharov thought briefly as he stood there, trying to think of a question.. "No, I have nothing further to say." He was highly uncomfortable in this situation......

Kobunite

20-07-2007, 00:21

"Diving Officer, make your depth six zeor feet, smartly"
"Make my depth six zeor feet, smartly" was the reply.
As the submarine reached periscope depth the Captain raised the periscope so it was just below the surface. He Scanned the full 360 degree rotation just to check for any shadows that could mark a hovering chopper. When he was sure he raised the periscope to it's full height. After making a full rotation he slapped in the handles and stepped away, the periscope withdrew automatically.
"Engine Room, Conn, All Stop"
"Conn, Engine Room, All Stop, Aye!"
The submarine remained at periscope depth as it drifted to a halt silently assumung a posistion 20 Miles off the shoreline at New Teuteberg and some 60 miles ahead of the incoming fleet.
"XO, Draft a message report telling the Admiral that we are in posistion and awaiting orders"
"Aye Aye Sir!" replied the XO

--------On Board HMS Churchill------
"Admiral, we have just recieved word that HMS Endurance is in posistion and ready for further orders!" Said Lieutenant Jones.
"Good, tell them to remain on station at a safe depth listening and reporting back as nessacary"
"Aye Aye, Sir!" replied Lt.Jones
The Admiral stood and walked into the bridge. Here he found Captain Ryan as Officer of the Deck.
"A Word please captain" he said
"Of course Sir" was the serious yet light reply "XO You have the Deck, Mr Toland you have the conn"
"Captain, we are approaching the ordered posistion off the coast of he Empire of Pro Patria Puritania"
"OK, So we'll double the CAP but restrict the distance they fly towards the empire and get everything one Plus Fifteen?"
"I agree, also I'd like you to draft a message to the Emperor requesting permission to land troops and immediately commence hostitilies against the rebels"
"I'll do it at once sir!"
The Captain walked out of the room and headed to his Statesroom to draft the message.

The Royal Kobunite Navy
For the attention of:-
Emperor Julius Heide.

Majesty, The Armed Forces of Kobunite here by officially ask for permission to land troops at New Teuteberg in order to immediately commence hostilities against the rebels in your state.

We gurantee that the forces in place will not be equal or greater in numbers to your forces and that we will comply with all Rules of Engagement specified by your High Command Authority.

Yours Sincearly,
Captain Jack Ryan, RN, OKE
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Pro Patria Puritania

20-07-2007, 00:26

5 hours had passed since the visitors had arrived. The woman saw that the visitors were very uncomfortable and uneasy. "Why are you so uneasy? No harm will come to you here. When we get to the hotel, the best in the Empire, you will see the Emperor's generosity and hospitality." They stepped back into the same limo, which took off, and headed to the city centre. When they reached the hotel, which was a 120 meters high building overlooking a huge park, the woman said "If you wish to go out to town, do it after checking in, as the curfue will begin in 3 hours. You will be accompanied by 2 guards."

To the Royal Kobunite Navy

Your forces are permitted to land troops. Please note that the rebels are in extremely great numbers in the area. I suspect the reason for this is that their HQ is somewhere near the city.

Signed,
Emperor Julius Heide.

Jimanistan

20-07-2007, 04:44

checking in was done fairly quickly.. As was unpacking. The team had packed Spartan. Very few personal belongings were brought. afterwards, the team went out into the city, guards keeping a eye on them at all times.
they wandered around randomly for about a half hour, when one of the guards suggested they eat somewhere. They stopped in at a cafe, the name of which is of no import. (As I couldn't think of one...) The group unanimously agreed the food was crap and that another place would have been smarter, but alas. the meal passed uneventfully, and the conversation was dominated by the soldiers, telling the group of their religion, which they all found strange and alien.. But they said not, because the soldiers were armed and the country was known as a bit over-zealous. The soldiers, however, seemed friendly enough, and the conversation went on and on... It jumped from music, which in Jimanistan was out-dated, as the last Western album to reach the country was Led Zeppelin IV..... over to the current conflict.. which was an unpleasent conversation, and an akward one, as most of the Jimanian group sided with the rebels... And... The soldiers.. understandably... supported the Emperor.... but the conversation drifted over to other such things, and the akward moment passed.... As they left the cafe the situation was much less tense, and the guards seemed less angry... Until, of course, they noticed that the young girl, Cathirina, had dissapeared from the group....
"Well, I hope for the sake of the mission she didn't do anything stupid.. In the meantime I think it would be prudent to return to the hotel.. We will inform the Puritanian security and maybe they can look for her."

Kobunite

20-07-2007, 10:33

"Commence Landing Operations!" was the call over the claxon on HMS Albion. A Few moments later the same call was heard on 4 other Landing vessels. Bows' of the ships slowly flooded floating the LCTs(Landing Craft, Tank) in the cavernous space. Each LCT held 4 Challenger II main battle tanks, and each landing ship held 5 LCTs and 4 LCIs (Landing Craft, Infantry). In less than 10 mins 100 tanks and over 1000 infantry would land on a hostile beachead and struggle to reclaim the land for the emperor.

The 21st Light Mechanized division, 1st Royal Tank Division, The "Rifles" Division, 19th Light Mechanized Brigade and the 56th Light Artillery Divison were packed onto 5 Albion class landing vessels and 7 Journey Class Transport ships as well as having equipment on requisitioned container ships. The Officers and NCOs were running about the ships in a frantic but professional manner insuring that their troops were ready to go.

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Emporer Pudu

20-07-2007, 16:40

Pudite Imperial Janissary Corps, North of the City of New Teuteberg
As the landing craft hit the beaches, the ragged soldiers within stormed out to... nothing. As the first sixteen-hundred men landed, they were greeted with a great load of empty, which bothered them very little. These men were soon followed by the rest of their division, numbering, all told, ten-thousand men.

These men, hastily gathered into battalions, ten of one-thousand men, and set off. There was little time to be wasted, the Emperor wanted his new toys tested, and tested they would be. Assuredly, if the results were deemed... un-good... he would never even have to be informed.

Speeding ahead of the columns of infantry were platoons of men mounted in surplus UAZ utility jeeps and light wheeled BTR-90 armoured fighting vehicles plowed ahead through the countryside, moving in groups including four of the jeeps, supplemented by a single BTR-90, containing a full squad of mechanized infantry.

Behind them advanced the heavier infantry, each squad followed closely by their own BMP-3, a tracked armored personnel carrier, which had been modified to carry the ten people required of it. It was an entirely mechanized force, with a single UAZ jeep added to each platoon, to carry the commanding officers, as well as three T-72s assigned to each company.

All told, there were fully one-thousand BMP-3s, three-hundred T-72s, and two-hundred UAZ jeeps, all of which bore either a heavy, 14.5mm machine gun, or an automatic 35mm grenade launcher atop their carriage.

Flying above the advancing host were the war birds of the Janissary Corps, seventy Mi-24 gunship helicopters. Their heavy automatic cannon and substantial rocket allowance would make short work of enemy armor, and while protected by allied aircraft above, they had nothing to fear.

Major General Karman Obernin smiled from the passenger seat of his personal UAZ; the attack was going swimmingly, a perfect landing, soon to be followed by righteous battle, and glory...

And besides that, there was more support coming. As the Janissary Corps grew, so too did its commitment here. Shortly an entire Janissary Light Battle Group would arrive, consisting of another thirty-some-odd surface combatants, including a light carrier and a host of ballistic missile submarines. This would be the first force all-crewed by the slave-army, and they would be bringing with them another four divisions; forty-thousand men.

At the same time, Major General Karman Obernin would be receiving a promotion, to the first full Field Marshal of the Corps. This war was his responsibility, now. He would not fail.

The Horned Rat

20-07-2007, 16:55

IC: A seething tide of mangy skaven and humans shuffled at whatever pace the pack-master's lash set. They wandered, in a force that was reaching numbers of 500,000 with no end in sight, through the cleared section and began to mill about in the clear countryside. Almost immediately shanty towns were constructed by the slaves with even shanty-fires and shanty-whore houses, the magic of skaven ingenuity! Earlier the shore had just been a constant stream of smaller transports disgorging slave crew upon slave screw onto the beach, now the heavy transports were pulling into docks and rolling out the metal behemoths from inside their cargo holds. The skaven soldiers now coming on shore were dressed and armed similar to the pack-masters, but also seemed to be barely fed any better than the slaves were, and were slightly more coordinated when under the direction of their sergeant-level commander, a claw-leader.

Skaven armor units were rumbling off of the ramps and such onto the cargo-lanes and beach shore. Most of them appeared to be of a lighter nature with a large cannon and smaller weapons. These were the finest weapons the Dypraxa Research Corporation had produced. Railguns and lasers. A tad over-kill for rebels, but excellent testing grounds. Compared to these light tanks however, the massive Mk 2 Revenant, that could be called a tribute to WW 2s Tiger Tank, began crushing whatever laid in its path as the humongous vehicles all lurched through the city into the growing encampment outside.

Where the actual soldiers, not the slaves, were assembling, engineers were directing slaves to fabricate a makeshift landing strip so skaven aircraft could land there and make attack runs on the inside of the island. Barracks were being erected and latrines were dug. It'd take some time for the entire skaven force to unload and make ready for their fighting.

Two-Claws General Ischitt's re-enforcement fleet was now on the horizon, by the time they arrived the advanced fleet would be almost done offloading its pay loads and then the true fist of the Horned Rat would be coming ashore...

Pro Patria Puritania

20-07-2007, 23:04

As they left the cafe the situation was much less tense, and the guards seemed less angry... Until, of course, they noticed that the young girl, Cathirina, had dissapeared from the group....
"Well, I hope for the sake of the mission she didn't do anything stupid.. In the meantime I think it would be prudent to return to the hotel.. We will inform the Puritanian security and maybe they can look for her."
"No, you're not going back to the hotel.", one of the soldiers said in a cold manner. "Not yet." He made a quick phone call and 5 minutes later, a black van pulled over to them. "Get in.", the driver said. They were taken to the state security HQ and 'greeted' by 5 more soldiers who took them to see their commander. "Sit. Where did she go?", he asked and without giving the visitors time to answer his question, he continued "For your, and her sake I hope that she is found before the curfue begins in 1,5hrs. Until she's found, you're going to stay here. An officer will be questioning you in the meanwhile and your hotel rooms will be searched."

To the Horned Rat chief of military operations
The Emperor wishes that your forces secure the north-eastern coast of the rebel territory. Any rebel leaders that your forces capture must be interrogated and the information retrieved from them sent to our military commanders. Then you may do whatever you want with them.

Signed,
Willie Beier, Minister of Defence

The rebel forces, who had suffered significant losses in the hands of the Emperor's legions, had to recruit more troops. And that they did with golden promises about a glorious afterlife. These new troops, who were 400,000 in number and using stolen tanks and artillery, were sent to meet the troops of the Jannisary Corps and Kobunite Navy. Their leader had a big surprise planned for the skaven. "Leave no survivors!", was the only thing in their minds. While marching toward their destination, a formation of 50,000 men, 500 tanks (model classified), and 1,000 artillery pieces recieved a radio message saying that the Jannisary Corps had already landed and began their march. "Impossible!" the general screamed. He pulled a map out of his jacket's many pockets and pointed his finger on various locations. "Well, rather sooner than later. We will build defensive fortifications here. Set the AA-sam sites 15 kilometers behind the main fortifications and the artillery at a minimum safe distance here. We will be ready and have the advantage of surprise."

Alphoris

21-07-2007, 00:20

The Emperor of Alphoris wish's for permission to land Troops on your land, in support of the government.
Until that time, we would like to put a platoon sized unit on the ground to survey the situation, and feed information to back to our mustering units.

Sincerly,

Major General Alfred Orman

Pro Patria Puritania

21-07-2007, 01:04

Permission granted. Your forces will land south of the city of Schwarzsonne. (OOC: it's not on the map I linked before, because I only marked the cities with a population of 5 million or more) It is located west of the city of Old Teutoberg.

Signed,
Willie Beier, Minister of Defence
General Hartmund Harder

Alphoris

21-07-2007, 03:39

Roger that. I'll be leading the Advance Recon Platoon personnaly.
Also, I'd like to arrange a meeting ASAP with the nearest commander of PPP forces in the area.
P.S. woul you send me the link to the map? I might just be tottaly retarded but i cant find it.

Sincerly,

Major General Timothy Olcott, Alphoris Joint Operations

Jimanistan

21-07-2007, 03:42

"Well if you want to execute her, I'll do the honors......"
Zakharov's cheap joke didn't seem to affect the stone-faced soldiers.

--

Catherina's steady walk was beginning to become a run as she realized that the curfew was set to begin soon, she searched frantically for her comrades, who were nowhere to be found. After wandering about for nearly an hour, she began to panic.. what would she do if she couldn't get back in time?... or, worse, what would the soldiers do?.......... She began sprinting, scared out of her mind....

"STOP!" shouted a guard down the street. the curfew had just begun... "I said stop"

Catherina froze up by instinct. "Yes, Comr-.. Sir."

The as the soldier pulled his weapon off of his back, she screamed and pulled out a small service pistol she'd smuggled in a hollowed out journal she kept. She had the element of surprise. The guard was caught off guard and hesitated. The girl instantly put a slew of bullet into his head, without even thinking. It wasn't that she meant to kill him, but it was a defense technique she'd mastered in the Junior Guards, a military-related youth-group...
"Oh God....." She thought to herself.....

-- "Well anyway, I hope she hasn't caused any trouble.."

Pro Patria Puritania

21-07-2007, 09:09

The gun shot was heard by a nearby patrol of 10 men and 1 officer. When they got there, they saw the body of a soldier, and a young-looking girl weeping. "What happened here?", the officer asked in a very professional manner. When he didn't get an answer, he told his men to arrest her and to be taken to the security HQ. "My lord, we found the missing visitor. It appears that she killed one of our guards.", the officer reported to his commander. The commander didn't yell, he didn't even think about yelling. The commander was a nice man and would have preffered to be friends with everyone. He stood up from his comfy chair, walked to the frightened girl, and in a friendly tone he said "Been smuggling in guns, have we? Been violating the curfue, have we? Killed a guard, have we? Bring the others!"

Kobunite

21-07-2007, 09:29

-----10 Hours previously-----

"3 Minuites!!!!" Shouted the deck Sergeant over the tannoy system. The LCT raced towards the shoreline. Already they could tell that the landings would succeed but there would be casulties.
"2 Minuties!!!" was the next call. The tension on board was now emmense, tank commanders glanced at each other from their turrets and the deck operators nervously paced a short distance from their stations and then back again.
"1 Minuite!!! Start up!!!" The massive diesel engines of the Challenger 2 Roared into life, belching black smoke and fume into the atmosphere. Several squadrons of F/A 18 Hornets and F-15E Eagles streaked overhead thumping both guided and unguided munitions into hostile targets that the soldiers on board the landing craft couldnt yet see.
With series of jolts and bumps the LCT hit the beach, the ramp flew down and impacted onto the wet sand and stones. The first tank gunned it's engine and cautiously drove off the landing craft and as it accelerated breaking left to clear the way for the next tank, who would break right.

Immediately light machine gun fire started raining down to the tanks and infantry men. The Commanders ducked into their turrets bringing down the aroumed hatches, and infantry platoons advanced behind the tanks using them as moving cover. First just 1 rebel tank appeared at the top of the beach head, no less than 5 Challenger II's sent CHARM 1 anti armour rounds towards it, oblitterating it before infantry commanders could call in the target to the aircraft stacked up above them. Then, several more appeared all turned to smoke generators and advanced down the beach. The challengers switch on heat vision allowing crew members to "see through" the smoke, still hitting targets while the drivers created a zig zag course up the beach. Within moments of the enemy tank formation arriving some 15 out of the 100 challengers that landed were burning or disabled, but the death toll was much worse for the rebels, all 50 of the tanks they sent at the beach were burning hulks, useless to man or beast. The infantry had got of lightly, some 15% casulty rate was good for a beach landing.

Infantry and tanks spread out forming a secure beach head where the Kobunite forces could group up and then strike out. Helicopters from the aircraft carriers flew in teams of engineers and trucks came in on the 3rd wave of reinforcements. Quickly, within 5 hours of landing, the engineers cleared a sizeable area and had set up a harrier landing strip and the first Marine Harriers arrived from the ships.

In the 5 hours after the landing very little had happened. 42 Marine Commando had captured a small village and 1 Royal Tank Brigade had pushed out further inland.

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To:- Commander Rebel Forces
From:- Kobunite Armed Forces

Commander, It would be in you best interest to cease all hostilities and surrender your weapons to Kobunite armed forces. We have established a forward operating base from which we will ruthlessley destroy your forces and bring you to trial. Surrender will save your mens lives and possibly even save yours.

Out

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Pro Patria Puritania

21-07-2007, 17:16

From: "Rebel" Military Command
To: Kobunite Armed Forces

The crimes you commited today on our holy ground will not go unpunished. We will not surrender under any circumstanses.

One of the guards who had been accompanying the visitors in town actually found Zakharov's joke funny, but was obliged to stay silent. He was left to keep an eye on Zakharov and his team. He then explained to them what could happen to the girl if she was found wandering around during the curfue. A couple of months of prison was the worst fate he knew anyone was sentenced to for it. He was explaining the Empire's justice system to them, when door was opened, and one of his comrades told Zakharov's team that they had found the girl. He wouldn't say anything else. When they entered the commander's office, they saw the girl handcuffed to 2 soldiers, one on each side. "What have you done?!", Zakharov asked her, as it was obvious she wasn't charged only for violating the curfue.

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Meanwhile, east of New Teutoberg (new name coming up when I can think of one) the Emperor's 45th armoured legion and the 27th mechanized infantry brigade engaged in combat. The rebels had taken defensive positions and the Emperor's troops shelled the area for 12hrs with every caliber. Then they launched 60 tanks (model Type 98 (http://www.globalsecurity.org/military/world/china/type-98.htm)) and supporting infantry who encountered heavy artillery and machine gun fire, but quickly crushed the rebel positions. They suffered only minor, acceptable casualties, but nearly 70% of the rebel force had been killed or captured. Another glorious victory in the name of the Emperor.

Kobunite

21-07-2007, 19:02

"Sir, they refuse to surrender"
"Then we will grind them unto dust!" was the angry reply "Why must I waste the lives of my soldier on such scum! Damn them!"
"Orders Sir?"
"Yes, Of Course. Here you are" The General handed is aide a sheet of paper

The 19th LMB and 1 and 3 Battalions of the Rifles are to advance on the large town Lexicanium some 150 miles east of New Teuteberg. 56th Light Artillery Division is to support their movement. We expect some heavy and light armour mixed, lots of well armed infantry and limited air support in opposition to our moves as there is a suspected ammo and fuel dump in this region.

2 and 5 battalions of the Rifles are to set up a base of operations just on the outskirts of NT with 2nd Royal Tank Brigade providing support, where required, and otherwise cleansing the area of hostiles.

22nd Mobile AA Battalion is to secure the main supply routes and operating bases. Operating bases require 2 company detachments where as supply route observation posts require platoon sized detachments

The remaining units, Namely 4 Battalion The Rifles, 1st Royal Tank Brigade, 3rd Royal Tank Brigade and the Royal Marine detachment are to cleanse and patrol the areas we pass through/have passed through.

"Make sure those orders are distributed efficiently!"
"Of Course sir!" Said the aide as he saluted and turned to carry out his duties.

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"Where we going Sarge?" Shouted Private Jack O'Toole from inside the turret of his Warrior
"Lexicanium, some 150 miles away. Should be easy, lots of infantry though"
"All Right! Sounds like fun to me. I'm gonna load up some extra ammo for the chain gun"
"Sounds good Kido, theres nothing to be excited about though"
"If it's not going to be exciting why are we sending so much hardware that way then?"
"Dunno Kid, thats just the way it is sometimes, now get back to work"
"Yes Sarge...." Said Private O'Toole in a somewhat diject tone. This was his first tour of duty and he was both frightened and scared. So far he'd been shot at a little but small arms fire does nothing to the armoured turret of a Warrior.

15 minuites later the Sergeat Major came briskly into Charlie companies assembley area.
"Ok, Mount up fellas we're moving. Charlie is the forces vanguard, your leading the way this time lads don't get us lost"
The crews jumped up grabbing their gear and ran for their vehicles. One by one the massive CV2 diesels roared into life, belching black smoke into the atmosphere. Zero 2 Charle had the lead, and this was considered good news by Private O'Toole. Him and his crewmates were first in the spearhead, leading the way. However, his platoon commander Lieutenant Granger wasn't all that impressed.
"Goddamn death trap this mission is" He said over the intercom
"Why boss?" was the reply from the driver Lance Corporal Ross
"Cos were the lead vehicle in a massive push into hostile territory thats why Ross!"
"Are you always this scared sir?" chimed in O'Toole, in return the commander kicked him in the side of the helmet
"Shut up O'Toole!" Said Lt.Granger as he laughed

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OOC: Hope you don't mind me inventing a large town!

Pro Patria Puritania

21-07-2007, 23:15

OOC: not at all.

A newly promoted front line officer decided he needed fresh air when he couldn't sleep. He went outside to have a chat with the night guards.
"How's it going guys?" he started
"I'm bored to death. Nothing's happened all night." a private answered while sitting down and smoking a cigarette.
"It means we get to have a little quiet time, so quit your whining.", the other one said, taking another sip out of his flask.
"I heard that the Kobunite guys are gonna take Lexicanium. I say they got over confident when they managed to get a bridgehead." the officer said.
"Yeah, I bet they're gonna get their sorry asses kicked." the private with a cigarette said.
"Wait..! Did you hear that?" the other one said and took up his infra-red binoculars. "Oh for f*ck's sake. You better go sound the alarm."
The officer rushed back inside and pushed the alarm button, grabbed his weapon and went back outside. The rebels were almost at the edge of the trecnh when everyone was outside and ready. A fierce struggle followed, but the rebels were eventually driven out. 10 prisoners were taken and questioned, then sent to base camp for trial.
"You got your action, Hinka." the officer laughed. "I hope we get to pay those scum a visit soon."
"Be careful what you wish for... Sir."

Kobunite

22-07-2007, 00:45

"The attack on Lexicanium is going...well, very little resistance so far. We've had 2 casultys, one was a Private doing something stupid with a hand grenade." Said Major General Durling, the commander of the Kobunite Task Force in the PPP.
"Well thats good I suppose, it could have been worse. Have you managed to get an airfield set up yet?" Asked the senior official at the other end of the encrypted line
"To an extent, we have a strip long enough to operate the marine Harriers and choppers off of. And it's just long enough to accept a herky bird for re-supplys etc"
"Good, we'll start sending ammunition and spares as you require them. Oh and General, we've spoken to the air force guys and they can get some E-3Ds and KC-135s over to the PPP if you can get an airstrip for 'em"
"That sounds good, the air force guys over here are good, damn good and their equipment is top notch but a few extra birds won't hurt things"
"Thats what we thourght here then, any thing else you need?"
"Can we get some more sattelite passes, I know the last ones showed little movement but I'm just nervous about the rebels pulling the wool over our eyes and pushing on Nova Puritania"
"I'll see what I can do for ya then, no promises though"
"We need 'em Jack, I don;t want to be playing cat and mouse over here"
"Alright, alright speak later Mike"
"Yeah, see ya later Jack"
The general placed the reciever back into place on the STU-7S. The STU-7S is unique, 512 bit sattelite encryption. This baby can be used anywhere as long as it has a battery and even if someone manages to syphon the data the chance they'll be able to decrypt it is minute in the extreme. Even so, using machines for such convosations made the general very uneasy indeed.

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"General Durling here, can I speak to the defence minister please?"
"Certinly Sir, Please hold"
The general leaned back in his chair as we waited to be connected.
"How can I help General?"
"Just had words with my government, we'd like some ramp space at a military airfield of yours to operate 4 E-3Ds and 2 KC-135s. We figured the extra birds would help with fatigue"
"I'll have to check with the emperor on this one, I'll get back to you"
And with that the convosation ended. Damn, when these guys do business they definately don't mess around thought the general.

Jimanistan

22-07-2007, 02:04

Alphoris

22-07-2007, 04:29

Major General Olcott walked off the ramp of the HMS Delivery slowly, taking in the sights of the warzone, the area they landed in was suprising intact, despite the heavy bombing campaign in the opening days of the war.
"General? AJO on the horn. They say its urgent."
Olcott rubbed the scar across his cheek and smiled, the Radio-Op was of the Whitesheild Corp, he could tell just by the way he was speaking. Jittery, nervous.
"Tell em to keep their pants on Corporal, I've more important matters on hand then a couple of Brass big wigs itching for a report."
"Uh, Roger that... Sir?"
Olcott smiled to himself, his HQ section couldn't see it, but he bloody well did, a damn great cloud of dust was headed towards them, by the speed it was closing no more than an two hours off.
It would take his eight Brigades of troops one hour to dismount, and another ten minutes to get themselves organized, more than enough time for the Leopard 2's and Infantry to get them selves dug in.
"Corporal? Be a sweetie and tell the brigade Commanders to get their men off the damn boats. NOW."

The Horned Rat

22-07-2007, 04:56

IC:

To: Willie Beier
From: two Claws General Ischitt
We will commence the cleansing operation of said quarter in no more than 24 hours, regardless of our troop deployment. As for capturing the rebel's, we cannot make any guarentees based upon the confusion of battle our front-line soldiers expierence for the most part.

Now the burgeoning population of skaven was reaching close to two million, now that Two Claws Ischitt had arrived with the true battlefleet. Virtually every slave had been offloaded, the vast majority of the rank-and-file Clanrats were also milling about along with their attatched armor and artillery units.

The last soldiers to offload were a bit different compared to the previous occupants. The skaven coming off were all black-furred and wearing advanced bodyarmor, once again DRC made, and were sporting long-barrled rifles and more guns make by the Mako firearms company. Unlike the other skaven they marched in general formations with only the occasional lapse and snarling at underlings. These were the stormvermin. Skaven of a good genetic stock taken and given fairly decent training and equipment. At one point they were the elite of the skaven military, but a new branch of the military was made in response to the rise of "super-elite" soldiers being made by other nations.

These skaven were known as Deathvermin. They appeared as organic as the skaven were filthy. The armor they wore was fully-sealed and coated with black paint. tubes from where the snouts were lead to the filtration system of the DRC's suit. The normal goggle-lense was modified to be a pair of glowing eyes that always left a green-after image if someone looked at them. An odd back-pack, which was actually the battery, was plugged into the railrifles they carried. Each tended to have some unique features about the armor. Some possessed slightly larger back packs consisting of the Energy-Wave Cancellation technology, some had bulges on their forearms which happened to be energy-blades. And a few had even more exotic weaponry and technology attatched.

These skaven all marched in perfect unision. Silent. Unwavering. Unstoppable. That is what the other skaven thought of these. Each Deathvermin was selected at birth after being screened for near genetic perfection after the child has already been altered through the usual biological-steps to make superior beings. Then raised on a diet of dogma, combat and further biological altering, these pinnacles of skaven were given the best that the Under-Empire could afford and served as the Council's personal warriors. Unlike most skaven who're loyal only to fear of their superiors and their own vices, these skaven live only to serve their god and his physical emobdiment, the Council of Thirteen.

More tanks continued rolling off, these however were well-maintained and in pristine order. These vehicles were manned by Deathvermin as well. These elite elements tended to hang around in the skaven position of honor, the rear, until strong points appeared in the battle line. There the Deathvermin would plunge in and fight with the ferocity and cunning of the entire skaven race...

Things were going well for Ischitt. The landing sequence had only cost him roughly 6,000 casulties, which is roughly 70% lower than usual. this could be attributed to the fact that the skaven had been directed upon the moment of touching ground on what to do and where to go, where as usually the boats just offload their clueless cargo who go racing off and shooting any non-skaven. Another reason was the Grey Seer who had accompanied this mission. The fact that he was around meant there was a higher proportion of Deathvermin, and that the skaven would be under the gaze of one who was blessed by their very god. One does not try to offend those who report to an already cruel deity.

VTOL and other high-speed jets were taking off from some of the carriers in port, running observation mission on where they were supposed to head to. Thermal vision, radiation-detection technology from DRC, some aircraft even made use of special sonic-equipment developed by the DRC that's capable of hearing things underground. the skaven juggernaut was still amassing, but very soon it would be unleashed...

OOC: DRC, Mako, etc. is all made by "Soulforge Cathedral". I've TGed him for some specs and such for what I'm using so if you want to know later on. Plus I don't even know what all I have, I've just thrown soooo much money at him I can claim to have whatever he says xD

Tyler Cooper

22-07-2007, 05:04

The kingdom of Tyler Cooper and its Glorious Leader, Tyler Cooper, are unable to help settle the conflict at this time.

Crime is rampant in the small nation of Tyler Cooper and the military is largely focused on patrolling the streets to ward off would-be criminals.

If, at some later date, the crime problem is solved in the Mighty Kingdom of Tyler Cooper, peacekeeping forces will be sent...inexchange for a nominal fee, of course.

Alphoris

22-07-2007, 07:19

The burnt out hulls of rebel T-50's and the occasional BTR-80 littered the streets of Schwarzsonne, the rebels had come at them with a good few vehicles, almost 100 T-50's and nearly twice that mant BTR-80's, along with a swarm of jeeps and trucks that were comparable in size to a Horde of Locusts.
Olcott crouched on the rooftop of the Hotel Schwarzsonne, where his platoon had set up a temporary Command Post, and raised him Magnoculars, there was nothing left out side the city, but a good few enemy infantry had to be uprooted a few blocks away where they had occupied an apartment block, and in the city center, where the three platoons he had stationed there had been overrun by nearly 500 enemy infantry and a handful of tanks, luckily, they hauled ass out of there when the Tanks rolled up.
He had lost no tanks, and only 27 men, not including the 131 wounded, of which 92 were mere scratchs.
"General? Sunray Minor on the horn."
Olcott stopped looking at 5th Platoon as they assaulted the Apartment down the street, which they had gained access through by blowing a big goddamn hole in the side with a 84mm Carl G Recoilless Rifle.
"Roger that."
Olcott stood and moved over to the Radio-Op.
"Sunray Minor this is Sunray, message over."
"Ok, skip the procedure, we have a heavy, and I mean HEAVY assault inbound on the eastern edge of the city, coming through the industrial quarter, they broke through my perimeter before I knew what wat f*cking going on Sunray."
"Calm your ass down Sunray Minor! I need my officers calm damn it. How many men do you have?"
"That I know of? ...About 150 all told, and 6 Leopards, along with maybe 20 Marders. Not enough."
"Did you include yourself? And your HQ section?"
"Well no...."
"Then get into it Major, you were the grunt before you were the CO."
Olcott put the reciever down, this fight was getting very intresting.

Kobunite

22-07-2007, 10:43

The edge of the town was in sight now. Lexicanium. The first major battleground in his units recent history. The attack was going to straght forward in design, if not in execution. Warriors and Charlie 2s (Challenger 2 MBTs) were strung out in a battleline a mile or so wide. The entire 19th LMB was locked and loaded. Some 450 FV510 Warriors and 1650 Infantry men and all were aboard their AFVs. Another 150 Warriors and 250 Charlie 2's had been brought up from the reserve force and belonged to the 1st Royal Tank Brigade.
1 and 3 Battalions of the rifles were on foot and would do the hard work here due to the urban setting. 1 Battalion was in reserve, ready to exploit the hole punched in the enemies defencive perimeter.

12:20 - M109 Battery Alpha

"Alpha Section, Range 3 Miles, Bearing 097, 20 Rounds Rapid, Await My Order!!!" Shouted a burly Major
He Looked down at his watch "12:23". Around him the Paladin crews were fininhing the loading evolutions. The Major looked at his watch again "12:24" 20 seconds left to go.
"FIRE!"
The 6 M109s rocked on their tracks as they lobbed their high explosive ammunition 3 miles to hit known defencive posistions in Lexicanium.

12:25 - Lexicanium

The ground infront of the group errupted in fountians of mud and debris as the rounds hit their marks. Immediately the Charlie 2 and Warrior drivers gunned their engines and took off towards the town. The infantry men supporting the formation followed at a sprint, ducking and diving to avoid the bullets they cound'nt see but knew were coming towards them. The Warriors and Challenger IIs split left and right, heading for the roads in as the infantrymen poured in thorugh gaps in the defencive perimeter set up by the Rebels.

"Charlie Fireteam prepare to move!!" Shouted Colour Sergeant Robertson as he reloaded his M8.
"Move!!" He stood and ran forward, firing from the hip and zig zaging left and right. After 10 paces he dove to the ground and crawled right a little. He looked to his left and right seeing his fireteam appear next to him, albiet a few feet away. He began to take pot shots at the rebels he could see. Then he heard the call that Delta fireteam was moving up to augiment his own.
"Company Lead, A Platoon, One last hop and we're in the town" he said as calmly as he could manage over the company radio network.
"Roge A Platoon, hammer 'em"
"A Platoon prepare to move!" He Shouted. His platoon checked their gear and reloaded. A few seconds later he shouted
"Move!"
The whole platoon rose the their feet and sprinted towards the town. Their entrance was a thin path between to warehouses right on the outskirts. They one by one they slammed into the concrete wall of the warehouse, now they couldn't be seen and so had the luxury of not being shot at. Colour Sergeant Robertson looked over and saw a pair of Charlie 2s were about to crash through the roadblock to the left of the warehouses.
"Lets move guys, we've gotta clear these warehouses for the Charlies"
He took off towards the path, slowing down a few feet clear of the entrance. He peaked around the corner and there by earning the attention of a LMG crew at the end of the pathway.
"I need smoke!!"
A private ran forward clutching a yellow tin.
"Ready sarge!"
"Ok Garcia, you smoke and then i'm gonna send some frag their way, got it?"
"Got it sarge"
"Ok, GO!"
Garcia pulled the pin and threw the smoke around the corner. Robertson waited a few seconds for the alleyway to fill with the smoke before he rounded the corner and threw one Frag grenade followed by another at the LMG. Boom! Boom! and the section was off again, down the alleyway. A Private in front of CSgt.Robertson was catipulted backwards with a 7.62 in his head. In response 3 soldiers all opened fire on the culprit. The Platoon split back into 2 sections, each taking a warehouse to clear. After a few minuites of intense fighting, a Lieutenant called in the rest of the company. The warehouse was now the command post for A Company, 3 Battalion "The Rifles"

The attack had secured parts of the suburbs of Lexicanium and was still pushing in on the town centre. The intel was wrong again. There was much heavier opposistion than was expected. More tanks, more infantry and heavier weapons. Already 6 MBTs and 14 Warriors were knocked out. Some 212 Kobunite infantry men were killed or wounded, but the rebels were much worse off.

Pro Patria Puritania

22-07-2007, 13:20

The girl went to some length to describe what had happened...

Zakharov had but one response... "What the Hell?!? Are you insane? how could you shoot a foreign soldier? Do you have any idea what this could do to the good name of Jimanistan? I only hope they don't kill any of us for this......"

Zakharov sat there for a moment thinking... What could he do to get them out of this?.... He'd been known to get out of tight spots... But this was something else entirely.....

he turned his conversation to the guards.

"Well..... There is no way in Hell our government would let this go unpunished... But there is an equally slim chance they would allow you to hold us here... perhaps, in the interest of preventing a war, you hold a force outside of our embassy until this can be settled out. We wouldn't want to upset the International Socialist community, would we?"
The commander picked up the phone and said "I need to speak with the Emperor. It's quite urgent." He explained what had happened to the Emperor, then he listened silently and replied "Yes, my Lord." the converstation with the Emperor was over, but he continued the one he was having with Zakharov. "The Emperor doesn't want to bother himself with a matter as trivial as this and has given me the authority to decide what to do. I think there is no need to hold any force outside your embassy. I trust that the rest of your team still want to go on with the mission, yes? Here's what we're going to do. The girl will write a letter to the soldier's family, telling them what happened, and of course, apologizing. Then I will have someone escort her to the airport from where she will be taken back to your country with the necessary documents of what happened, where I trust she will be punished."
He then reached into his drawer and took out a box of Cuban cigars, and offered one for everyone in the room, including the girl. The men in his command liked him. In fact, everyone who got to know him liked him. "The girl will stay here while I make the arragements. You will escorted back to your hotel, where I suggest you get some sleep before you beging the inspections of our camps."

-----

The same officer who had gone outside during the night woke up to the noise of Type-98's, Dardos and Leclercs. There were hundreds of each, and ofcourse, heavy artillery being set up behind the lines. 10,000 fresh troops marched into the small town of Kaiser, quite close to the front lines. He went to the command center and found out that this was the 31st armoured legion and 14th infantry legion + the 67th and 52nd heavy artillery brigades, who along with their own legion would crush the rebel lines and then take the smaller cities of Weißsonne and Nova Kaiser, which in fact were two cities grown together.

The preparations for the attack began 10 hours later with an artillery barrage that lasted 2 days. The tanks and men were ready to go, waiting for the order. Finally the order was given.
"Let's get a move on!"
They met only a few wounded men, who were left for the clean-up crews who would follow.
They met absolutely no resistance on their way to the cities, but on the outskirts they were hit by heavy MG fire, and some anti-tank weaponry, but the initial resistance was easily crushed.

1400 hours, the following day.

The city wasn't fully under their control yet, but it was safe for the civilians to go about their daily business again. Their casualties were quite minnow:
23 missing, 108 wounded and 713 killed. Another glorius victory in the name of the Emperor.

"Why the hell do they keep fighting? Even they have to see that they can't win the war..", the officer, Cpt. Köhler, thought out loud.
"They think they'll be rewarded in the afterlife. Hah." one of his men replied. "Look out!"
they all took cover as the rebels were making a final counter attack. Tanks from 31st armoured legion made quick work of the attack and were sent to patrol the city. The city was once again a part of the Empire. Another glorious victory in the name of the Emperor.

Alphoris

22-07-2007, 23:49

This wasn't fun anymore.
Almost two Divisions of rebel troops had poured into Schwarzsonne through the Industrial Quarter, the dense building and numerous alleyways allowing them to break through his perimeter, a good situation had gone bad, and then it went to hell.
He had been pushed right back to the edge of the city nearest the sea, his troops were dug in amongst the few building near the water that were still standing, his Leopard 2s were forming up for a counter attack, along with what remained of his Marders and their assigned infantry.
His PzH 2000's were all that was keeping the rebel troops out of his hair, it wasen't a good situation to say the least.
"Radio!" Roared Olcott as he wiped the sweat from his brow.
The Radio-Op ran towards him, "Sir?" he said nervously.
"Get me the nearest Allied Commander on the horn, ASAP."

P.S. If anyone would like to help me out here, in a joint opertion, it would be greatly appreciated.

Pro Patria Puritania

23-07-2007, 00:03

OOC: I could.

Kobunite

23-07-2007, 01:14

"We can send plenty of air support your way, but we can't get a divsion to you until tomorrow, it's just too far to go! As soon as the orders out they'll be moving, i'm going to phone home and see if I can rope in the parachute regiment for ya. Out"

The general turned and picked up the reciever to the STU-7S.
"Major General Durling here...yes I need to speak to the boss...now"
"One second"
"Mike! Hows it going over there? You got permission to operate those E-3Ds yet?"
"It's fine John, we havn't got it yet no. But I do have a request for ya"
"Oh yeah? Shoot"
"Can we get the 101st Royal Paras to drop on Schwarzsonne's industrial quarter? Behind enemy lines?"
"What for? You've got the biggest force we've sent out in years under your command, proving to hard for ya?"
"No Jack, it's not too damn hard. However the Alphoris' guys are taking a pounding and need our help ASAP. My nearest divisions going to take 12 hours to get there. The 101st can be there in 5 hours max WITH their gear"
"Ok, ok. I'll call in the orders. They'll be Airbourne in 1 hour or less, what you got planned for 'em?"
"They need to drop behind the enemy defences in the industrial quarter of Schwarzsonne, it's a dangerous drop, but these guys can do it. After that 3RT rolls in with our allies and pick's em up. We'll be augimenting the paras with some Marines using V-22s and Seahawks, but we need the paras to clear an LZ"
"Ok, i'll tell their CO."
"Thanks Jack, out"

The general walked out of his office and into the comms centre where he went straight to the office of the Major i/c of comms.
"Relax Major, I need you to draw up some orders. I need all our Marines, all 15K of them, their Ospreys and Seahawks ready to moving into combat at an undecided location within Schwarzsonne. They should expect heavy armoured resistance. They'll be landing in an LZ set up by some paras coming over from home specially. Also, I want one carrier air wing assigned to air support."
"A whole wing?" said the somewhat surprised major
"Yes, all of it, Hawkeyes, Queers, Eagles and Hortnets the whole goddamn flying circus"
"I'll get right to it, Sir"
"If you need anything my aide is planning the operation so go to him with any requests for info" The general turned and left before the major could reply. The Major sat their for a few seconds wondering what the hell happened in Schwarzsonne, also, it wasn't everyday a Major General went to see a Major....

The Horned Rat

23-07-2007, 01:36

OOC: Hey, PP, can I have a rough guestimation of how far it is from the White City to wheever Alphoris is? I can most likely throw in air-support, but me thinks ground-support is out of the question.

*waiting for Pudu's post*

Alphoris

23-07-2007, 07:38

Olcott ducked as 81mm mortar rounds took out an ERYX Guided Missle System that was nearby, causing a massive explosion and engulfing several dozen men nearby.
The counter attack was going well, Allied troops were inbound and his Leopards had secured somthing approaching a landing zone opposite the Industrial Quarter on the east side of town, where as far as he knew, the enemy wa STILL massing his tanks.
Down the street, a few rebels ran for cover as an Iltis 4x4 with a 7.62 MG came to a screeching halt when it spotted them, the gunner sending out rounds and grinning like a madman, which he was. Sergeant "Killer Clown Mode" Lemmy was a true psycho in every sense of the word, and before Olcott knew it, the rebels were nothin but smears on the rubble-strewn ground.
He hopped into the passengers seat of the Iltis, pushing its former occupants remains (if you could call 30% of a torso remains) out onto the street, as it sped down the road towards the Alphorian 2nd Armoured Brigades RV Site.
He couldn't help but think about the first attack, it came from the east, all estimates pointed to the conclusion that the rebels were shattered, a fighting force nonetheless, but not equipped as well as they were, and not nearly in this many numbers.
It was obvious that the attack was staged nearby, maybe a abandoned military base, or an underground bunker....
"HOLY SHIT! Get who ever the hell is in charge of PPP forces nearby on the horn. Tell him to ignore my last request, we arent important, I know where the Pope is!"
And off went Olcott, laughing maniaclly and grinning like a small child, surrounding him was destruction,and the shattered remenants of the AEF. But that didnt matter, he could end a war, and he bloddy well would.

Kobunite

23-07-2007, 10:46

"Whiskey Lead, this is CINCPPP, Over"
"CINCPPP, Whiskey Lead, go ahead, Over"
"Whiskey Lead, Divert drop zone to ex-PPP military base at bearing 337 from LZ Alpha, Designate new LZ as Delta, Over"
"Roger That, CINCPPP"
The C5 Galaxy and C17 Globemaster IIIs turned onto bearing 337 and maintained cruising altitude.
"Lieutenant Colonel Jackson, report to flight deck" When the Colonel arrived the pilot briefed him in on the changes and the electronics guys printed off a map of the base and passed it to him. After 35 minuites more of straight and level flying the pilot turned slightly to his right and toggled the switch for the red light in the cabin and said over the intercom "15 Minuites to LZ, 15 Minuites"
The back was full of some 150 Soldiers and their equipment, included 2 Land Rover Wolfs, which we right by the cargo doors.
"10 Minuites to LZ"
The Loadmasters instructed the soldiers to hook up their static line chutes and then turned and opened the cavenous back door. The nosie in the back of the Galaxy increased by tenfold and the temprature dropped significantly.
"5 Minuites" came over the intercom, which was now much louder.
Then came the green light. The Lt.Colonel took a running jump of the ramp and was followed by his men. As his parachute deployed he released his pack allowing it to fall to the end of a carry line 10 feet below him. He Looked up and around. He then saw a sight that would forever amaze him. All 2300 infantrymen from his regiment along with Landrovers dropping from the sky with him leading the way! Gripped the parachute lines, bent his knees slightly and tucked his chin into his chest. Thump. He landed, instantly he rolled onto his back and released his parachute. He disconnected his pack and left it where it landed, he'd find that later. He picked up his G36C and started running toward cover. There was a hanger 20 feet away. He was followed by about 30 soldiers. Suddenly an alarm shattered the silence and emergancy lighting broke up the darkness of the airfield. MG fire began criss crossing the field and his soldiers were forced to crawl to cover.
"OK, Alpha and Bravo go north, Charlie and Delta east, Echo and Foxtrot goes westside and HQ Company and Golf company clears the south side. Got it? Lets go people!"
The colonel didn't know it but they'd be fighting here for the rest of the night, and longer, but for now he needed to allow space for the marines to join him and 0730. He looked at his map and this place was huge. They'd landed in the airfield obviously but over to the north there was what seemed to be a large tank storage facility and armoury, also, there seemed to be tunnel entrances.
He frowned and told his aide to call it in to CINCPPP before the started clearing the hangers around them.

----5 Hours later----
The Colonel was covered in blood, it wasn't all his, most of it was his radiomans who accidentaly took a bullet for his Colonel.
"Tell all companies to hold posistions and defend the airfield until further notice"
"Roger that sir" replied his bespecticaled radio operator whose sholdier was bandaged up.
"Bill, get your arse over here!"
Echo companies captain looked over his sholdier before jogging over to the colonel.
"Yes sir?"
"I need your boys to designated the LZ with purple smoke now. It's 0725 and the marines should be here in 5. Get it done Bill"
"Sir"
5 Minuites later the roar of the V-22 Ospreys eclipsed that constant fire from automatic weapons.
A marine colonel ran over to Lieutenant Colonel Jackson.
"Morning colonel, good night?" said the marine who was grinning.
"It was tough, i'll give you that." was the terse reply
"Well then, where do ya want my boys then?"
"Take them to the north side, theres a large storage facility, armoury and barracks over there. My men will stay in reserve. They need some food"
"Sounds good to me!" The marine turned and started to walk away
"Oh, by the way, 5 of our Ospreys will be back in an hour with Ammo, food and water as a gift from the marines" he shouted over his sholdier.
Leaving Lt.Col Jackson shaking his head, however he couldn't help but laugh.

Pro Patria Puritania

23-07-2007, 14:38

OOC: Rat, about 1,900 km

General Merkel who previously was reluctant to send help to Alphoris forces, summoned his assistant.
"Müller, make sure we have a team from the Emperor's personal guard ready in 2hrs."
The Emperor's personal guard was by no means a normal branch of the military. These men had been chosen at the age of 5 and trained ever since. Every man in the guard was nothing but a soldier.

"What for, sir?", the assistant asked
"Well, it's none of your concern, but I might aswell let you know. We're gonna airdrop 500 of those guys into Schwarzsonne. That's why. Just get it done, will you? Also tell the Kobunite guys that they can use the airfield they captured."
"Yes, sir!"

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0100hrs

"1 minute to destination!" the team's leader, Colonel Schiller shouted on the radio. "Jump!"

When they reached the ground, they immediately ran to the nearest building, where they found 20 rebels sleeping and strangled them.
"Now. We're gonna use this place as a base of operations. Hegel, take your men and make contact with the Alphoris forces. I'll notify them on the radio."
"Yes, sir!" and he took off into the night.

Alphoris

23-07-2007, 17:30

They had pushed the rebels out of Schwarzsonne around half an hour ago, they had retreated east, right towards a large ex-PPP military base.
Olcott ducked back down into the turret of one of his 180 Leopard 2s as they ran down the remainder of the retreating rebels, the bang of 105mm tanks shells clanging off of the hulls of the rebel T-50s was constant, as was the chatter of Alphorian SAW's and assault rifles as they fired from the opened roof hatchs of their Marders.
Olcott cocked the 50 Cal. pintle mount of the Leopard 2 and sighted it toward a group of rebels retreating towards the rapidly appraoching rebel-base.
Olcott picked up the reciever of his personnal radio, "All units. ADVANCE!"

Alfegos

23-07-2007, 17:52

Alfegos Ministry of War

Our nation is currently able to send in long-range airstrikes, targeting multiple rebel strong points. We will be able to scramble 40 B4 Wyvern Heavy Stealth bombers, armed each with 40 guided 500 kg cluster bombs.

Just give the word, and the co-ordinates, and we will pummel them to the ground, oh great emperor.

Jimanistan

24-07-2007, 00:13

OOC: Sorry it took me so long to get back to this thread, but I've been shut in for the last few days reading that new Harry Potter book..... But of course I don't know where to go from here..... I guess that's it...

Pro Patria Puritania

24-07-2007, 23:05

Hegel's men had made contact with the Alphoris forces. He found out that they hadn't located the bunker yet. He decided to speed things up, and ordered Olcott to form search teams. Hegel knew how to be "persuasive".

"Colonel, you and your men are here to help to defeat the rebels, are you not?", he said. "So, you will order your men to help us."

Alphoris

25-07-2007, 04:29

Olcott laughed in the mans face, blowing smoke from his cigar also.
"Thats MAJOR GENERAL son. And also, my men are remaining as they are for the next three hours, YOUR men will provide security while mine rest. And if you do not comply, I will pull my men out of the Zone and return to Alphoris, return with a far larger force, in support of the rebels. Your commanders fed me faulty intel and and provided absolutly no support, if your wise, you'd comply, or the formidible might of the Alphorian Army will, and I assure you, WILL come down upon you. good day."
With that, Olcott snapped off a salute, did a sharp about turn in the proper Alphorian fasion and walked away, back towards the remainder of his exhausted men.

Kobunite

25-07-2007, 08:22

Marine details were guarding the entrances to the tunnels. The only thing was, they were all facing the tunnel entrance, stopping people getting out of it, not into it. Only a few rebels had tried to get out and so the Marines were not all that bothered. The Paras and Marines had used the last day to sanitise the military base a ready it for flight operations as well as resting up themselfs.

"Order the Royal Marine Commando detachemnts to begin sanitising the tunnels. I want a fair sized group attacking each tunnel so if the RMC runs short pick the best of our guys and send them in too" Said Lt.Col Jackson to his aide
"Yes, Sir!" And the aide saluted, turned and ran off to give the orders.
"Were expecting the air force any second" said Lt.Col Jackson turning to his Royal Marine couter part
"Yes, food, ammo and aircraft. I have detachments ready to help unload" was the reply
"As do I. Anyway, now all we have to do is wait" said Jackson as he turned and walked back towards the HQ building.

Hyst

25-07-2007, 09:32

The Incorporated States of Hyst external memo:

To: Pro Patria Puritania Office of Diplomacy
From: Hyst Department of Foreign Interaction.

With the escalation of conflict between your government and the forces of rebels, the The Incorporated States of Hyst would like to extend a formal offer of support in your conflict. To better assist in this regard, the Department of Naval Deployment has been notified and we are prepared to send out the 3rd fleet in addition to the 5th and 6th support detachments, 1st dreadnought support detachment, 2nd and 3rd marine detachments and the 3rd carrier support detachment. This allotment would be provided to assist in naval maneuvers including blockades, offshore bombardments, and air support. This support of over 80 ships (dreadnaughts,hypercarriers and down), 900+ aircraft (from interceptors to heavy bombers), and 20,000 marines (not to mentions spec ops. and sniper teams).

With this deployment, it is hoped that you may be able to effectively both cut off the rebels for supply lines coming in from the ports and to fully take any chance of air dominance. All we as for in return this military and additionally general humanitarian aide is promises of future economic concessions in trade. If terms are acceptable, the 3rd fleet can be there in less than a week while the various detachments can be assembled in less two. All fleets have been put on full alert and are moving as we speak and will continue to do so unless you deem it unnecessary for this support.

Gregory Howard
Prime Minister of The Incorporated States of Hyst

Eric Marrow
Director of Naval Deployment

Nathan Johnson III
Vice Admiral Hyst Navy, Commander 3rd Fleet

Pro Patria Puritania

25-07-2007, 22:58

To: Major General Olcott
From: Emperor Julius Heide

I have been informed by Colonel Hegel that you have been unsatisfied with the actions taken by general Merkel. If it is back up that you wish, then back up you shall have. The 34th airborne legion will airdrop into Shcwarzsonne within 10 hours, that is 11,000 men. I do hope that this back up is satisfactory. However, they will not be under your command. Colonel Hegel will assume command of this legion.

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To: Allied Commanders
From: Emperor Julius Heide

If Gustav Müller is captured by your forces, he must be taken to the nearest PPP military base, alive.

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To: Hyst Department of Foreign Interaction
From: Emperor Julius Heide

I appreciate your offer, but I believe your presence here would be unnessecary as the war is almost over. Trade, however is always welcome.

Kobunite

25-07-2007, 23:40

"Sir, the teams we sent down report 25% casulties as of 30 minuites ago..."
"25%? Whats down there?"
"Well, thats it Sir, the seem to have converged and are being held off by rebel forces defending what seems to be a large hall with a downward staircase"
"Right...I See, send relief teams. I want the teams we sent down there back here for a debrief in 20 mins. The relief teams are to be twice the size of the ones sent down."
"Sir!"
Colonel Jackson (he had recently been promoted at Major General Durling's reccomendation) stood and walked over to what is called a FED (Field Encryption Device). Essentially, it looked like a laptop in a dark green hard case but it's job was to allow commanding officers to send reports and enquiries quickly and safely using sattelite encryption.

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For the Attention of:- Commander-In-Chief PPP Forces
From:- Colonel Mike Jackson, KBE

Sir, I believe that my forces have accidently descovered the whereabouts of a large rebel stronghold, possibly the HQ of the rebel forces.
Some 48 hours after attacking what is now called KFB Puritania the soldiers under my command have descovered what appears to be a large subterrainian system. As of yet we have only penetrated the first layer of defences.

I plan to hold them there while special operations teams from Kobunite prepare to enter and sanitise the system. However, the spec ops teams from Kobunite, while beening well trained and well equipped, are deployed in low numbers to this battlezone and having more sent over would take at least 24 hours. I have therefore decided to request the support of your countries special forces soldiers. I would remain in charge of the forces but a senior member of your forces can be sent to become my 2nd in command for the duration of the combined operations.

Yours Faithfully,
Colonel Mike Jackson, KBE

The Horned Rat

26-07-2007, 00:54

OOC: Bleh, I'll just go ahead and post =/

IC:
-0600 hours to Assault-Deadline-
the skaven was standing above the sea of its fellow rat-men that stretched as far as his beedy eyes could see. The fur was a grey color, indicating he was one of the Horned Rat's prophets, also called Grey Seers. gnarled bone-protrusions in the shape of ram-horns protuded from his flea and lice infested scalp. He wore the tattered robes his caste wore, also grey and adorned with various skaven runes. Waving around a staff taller than him, those watching could see various bleached bones tied to it and a head-sized green rock that seemed to be glowing with unnatural energies.

For the past few hours he had been bellowing in the skaven language of the enemies blasphemies, and about how their supreme race would make their heathenistic blood flow in a tide. However he had quieted down now as in front of his ramshackle tower, nearly a division of Deathvermin were herding exactly 13,000 slaves in front of him.

More Deathvermin swarmed up in their unison ranks and split off to stand beside a slave until the ratio was one to one. Each was unmoving as they waited for a command, but in each right hand they wielded a twelve inch long, serrated blade. It too was adorned to runes similar to those on the Seer's robes.

The Seer raised his staff before speaking again, saying that now was the time to pray as they gave their god this bountiful sacrifice to bless their holy venture in these unsanctified lands. As his staff hit the platform, the signal was given. As one, all one-thousand and three hundred deathvermin struck the slaves with their blades, severing the head from the neck. As all the bodies crumpled to the ground a ripple of an order was sent through the ranks.

"March Southwest. Kill them if they emerge."

The vast tide of the skaven, slave, soldier and tanks, rolled out and across the continent. More of the Under-Empire's troops were still coming off of the boats, but these elements were ordered to remain behind and fortify their theatre command in the White City. things were turning out rather nicely actually...

Alphoris

26-07-2007, 08:13

Olcott slid a magazine into his G36 rifle, smiling at the faint click as a round was fed into the chamber of the weapon.
Three Platoons of the Alphorian 4th Brigade, 2nd Battalion, 97th Alphorian Light Hussars, the elite CQC troops of the AEF, surged out of their Marders, and made a blind run towards the tunnel entrance.
They were the best troops Alphoris had to offer,trained from the age of twelve, as all Alphorian men are, to be a soldier, they had excelled at all the tests, shown better drive than the thousands of other children, and been selected for The Programme.
No one knew what happened in that facility, and no one wanted to know, all that was certain is that of the few children selected, a meer half of them returned, forming the single most effective fighting force in the western hemisphere.
And Olcott was one of them, leading his kind in a battle which meant one thing. Death or Victory.
And his men didn't like the idea of Death much at all.....

Emporer Pudu

26-07-2007, 16:43

OOC: Ok, I missed a couple pages, but from what I gather there are about 50,000 rebels that fortified some land ahead of me, that I have to assault... If I'm wrong, tell me, and I'll do other stuff!

Pro Patria Puritania, Southern Coast, The Trials of the Janissary Corps
Major General Obernin had recently received word, details from his scouting platoons, that the enemy's irregulars were fortifying a stretch of roadway ahead of him. There were thousands of them, more than he had, personally, and they had artillery support.

This, however, was not a problem. Perhaps, if the lives of a true Pudite Imperial soldier was to be wagered, more thought may be put into it, but as the men of the Janissary Corps were regarded as filth anyway, and were only spared execution because of their willingness to serve, the solution was simple.

Karman Obernin reached across the jeep and grabbed hold of the radio transmitter, and began broadcasting a message;

"To the men and women of the Imperial Janissary Corps," He began, in a commanding tone,

"You have been chosen, gifted with your lives to return the favor to the Dominion, you have been trained and equipped. Now, prove your conviction!"

"Ahead lies a fortification, a trench line, manned by the enemy’s soldiers. They would deny us passage! They would defy the Dominion! That which has saved you, taken you from your wretched lives and given you solace! Destroy them! Leave none alive!"

As he finished he could hear all about him, screams of anger, hatred boiling over. Some men fired their weapons into the air, the engines throughout the column gunned suddenly...

They were on their way.

These ten-thousand men, well trained if poorly equipped, were protected by something more than kevlar, flak armor, steel... They were protected by their hatred, and by their contempt.

They would not hesitate to slaughter these people, these people of this nation none had ever heard of before. Fixing bayonets to their assault rifles, flicking the selector to "Fully Automatic", selecting their grenades, priming the flamethrowers given to the platoon heavy weapon squads...

These men would charge, under cover of vehicle and tank, across whatever killing field the enemy had established. Artillery would rain down ahead of them, as their guns did their work in the rear. The soldiers of the Imperial Janissary Corps would land in those trenches, crawl into the bunkers, and climb over the walls. They would kill any who resisted. Bare-handed, they would strangle them, they would gut them open, slice their stomachs clean through, reveal their contents to the enemies horrified eyes.

Nothing would deter them, or they would die. Squad-assigned Commissars would ensure that. Each man, even before training was outfitted with a small, electrical chip in the base of their brain stem. Any rebellious movement would be met with a lethal shock. They knew what was at stake, and they would stop at nothing to keep their lives, to end those of the enemy.

Fear was their weapon, not guns or knives. As the enemy saw their comrades being ripped open, shot again and again even as their bodies lay twisted in the mud, trampled under the relentless boot of the Janissary, they would fall back. Return to their homes and families, and abandon the struggle.

Even as one Janissary fell, another would charge across his dying body to lunge at the killer, bullets would not deter them, nothing could resist their fury...

The battle would be one those who survived would wish they hadn't. This would not be a story to tell their grandchildren...

Pro Patria Puritania

26-07-2007, 23:09

As the Jannisary Corps charged across the killing field, the rebel general ordered his 80mm mortars and anti-armor weapons to start raining their rounds among them. Heavy machine guns began ticking. Assault rifles joined in.

"Kill, and let yourself be killed", "Leave no survivors!", these were the phrases the rebel soldiers had been tought during their training. And those phrases they would keep in mind and follow, for in death there would be eternal happiness.

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To: Colonel Mike Jackson
From: Field Marshal von Shcumann

I will send a regiment of the Emperor's personal guard, along with a detachement of 5,000 regular soldiers. Major Eggers will be in command of this unit.

Emporer Pudu

27-07-2007, 01:05

OOC: You have to be a bit clearer about what's happening. You should post something more along the lines of "we resist" or something, noting machine gun positions and artillery and such, and do not simply jump to after the fact, and assume you know what I'm going to do.

I would like it if you re-tooled your post to that effect, or at least to the point where your men break and flee. Then let me respond, then you can make your counterattack, should you be able.

Thanks.

Pro Patria Puritania

27-07-2007, 12:42

OOC: better?

The Yellow Sea Islands

27-07-2007, 17:28

(I'm back!) Planes with the UN insignia flew over the rebel countryside. It dropped large pakages onto the local villages, with letters attached that read:

People of South PPP
The United Nations takes pity on your position. We have enclosed in these pakages food, water, clothes, and medical supplies. These supplies are not for the military of either side of this conflict. If one or the other try to conficate these items you will give them the document contained in the medical supplies. If they still take the supplies we assure you that they will be punished.

UN representative, Yuru Namari

Kobunite

28-07-2007, 18:40

OOC:- got a 12 hour flight...I won't be writing until I get to Hong Kong.

Emporer Pudu

28-07-2007, 23:28

OOC: better?

OOC: Very much so, I'll respond later (soon).

The Horned Rat

29-07-2007, 02:17

OOC: I have no real clue what I'm walking out. We're jsut spreading outwards to cover as much territory as possible (And when you can run a mile usually two times faster than a normal person, driven by a religious piety, and you generally only need to sleep 1 to 2 hours, you can cover alot of ground really fast. And starve pretty fast xD) and rounding up any civillians/surrending rebels we find and quarntining them for questioning, etc. Am I encountering...anything? O_o

Pro Patria Puritania

29-07-2007, 13:43

OOC: Sry, I'd forgotten all about you. :S I'll post something when I have more time.

Pro Patria Puritania

29-07-2007, 16:15

A small town in the rebel controlled countryside, Southern PPP
As the packages reached the ground, women and children came out of their homes to see what was in those packages. A group of young boys opened one of them, and found a piece of paper among the supplies.
"Mommy, what does it say on this?"
"It says that these packages aren't for the rebels nor the imperial troops and that if they try to take them we have to show them this paper."

Just when she finished reading it out loud to everyone, a rebel death patrol arrived. "What have we here?" a young and eager officer, Captain Gauss, asked in a dull tone.
"Sir.. UN supplies." the woman replied and handed the document.
"I see. If we're not supposed to take these, then no one will. Burn them along with the village." he said.
"But.. We haven't done anything wrong!"
"Oh, but you have. Accepting aid from a third party is punishable by death. But I'm a fair man and will settle only for burning the supplies and your town this time."

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Some 600 kilometres south of the White City

The 2nd rebel army group was preparing for the arrival of the skaven. They had fortified almost every inch of land from the front line to the coast. They had their tanks and artillery ready and waiting.

The Horned Rat

31-07-2007, 02:12

OOC: I take it you're putting the army group size at 3 million?

IC: Reports had come in that a sizeable force was arraying itself against the skaven warmachine in some attempt to stave off, or even halt, their advance. The skaven more than likely had numbers, at least according to ariel photos from high altitude VA-3 Lucifers flying around. The armor attatchments to the skaven 150th Army Group was more than likely certain to outnumber their adversaries, weighin in at a grand total of seventy-thousand, this included mobile artillery, MBTs, scout vehicles, and GP tanks. They had to command the air, to date no known reports of the rebels having air support had filtered in, so their two thousand VA-3 Lucifers with VA-2 Demon attatchment in case the bombers ran into any opposing aircraft.

The moment the rebels had started to entrench the long-range bombers (http://z7.invisionfree.com/Venom_Defense/index.php?showtopic=129) were taking runs, dropping the larger sixteen kilogram loads of Storm-class missiles. These bombing runs kept going, even as the skaven planned to halt their advance 6 kilometers from the rebel army group's line. At that point the GPs, or gun-platforms as they were called by the skaven, with the large railguns would roll up and begin targeting the rebel armor units and bunkers, more than within range at a small 6 km, they'd punch through anything they found before even sending in the waves of meat-fodder...

OOC: I left it open in case I run into exceeding amounts of mines or the rebel army group pulls out rather than suffer the constant bombing runs or something.

Emporer Pudu

01-08-2007, 03:32

Pro Patria Puritania, Southern Coast, The Trials of the Janissary Corps
Major General Obernin sat in the back of a parked BMP-3 infantry fighting vehicle, specifically, a command variant from which he could survey the coming tribulations in comfort. Surrounding him was a concentration of LCD screens and radio receivers, all manned by about half-a-dozen manic officers and aides. Reports were coming in from all over the area, scouts, advance elements, armored contingents, and infantry platoons were all constantly updating him on their situation. Honestly, he cared about the details very little, as long as his command tank was parked over the enemy fortifications on a few hours, he'd be happy.

Outside the BMP, the clearing he inhabited was otherwise choked with artillery. Stretching all across the countryside for a few miles, medium field artillery was arrayed in great lines, divided into smaller squadrons, at the beck and call of company commanders on the front lines. Right now, all guns were opening fire in one direction or another, generally laying waste to all before them. Scouts from the light platoons were currently their masters, and they were dropping shells on the enemy’s gun emplacements and hardened structures.

Among this forest of cacophonous fire, there rested a single squadron, alone in it's retention of fire. They were a special unit, equipped not with high explosives, but a far more terrifying weapon; gas. Concentrated in their shells, hundreds of tons of a colored, thick gas were waiting. Known as Night Lord's Urine by its creators, it was a powerful tool, which would, upon contact with an enemy’s retina, nearly immediately blind him permanently. Other than contact with the eyes, there was no way the gas could harm anyone, but keeping it out of your eyes would be tricky, at best. If even the tracest amount fought its way through, eyesight would be forfeit. Most definitely something you would not enjoy happening in the thick of battle.

These special rounds would lay a thick barrage on the enemy before the main assault began, as it would shortly.

Meanwhile, a few kilometers forward of this rear position, the battle was nearly at full swing. Hundreds of tanks and armored personnel carriers stormed across the field, firing again and again into the trenches and bunkers before them.

Mikita Vainikov ran as fast as he could, struggling to keep pace with the massive tank he shadowed, just out of sight of the machine gun and rifle rounds whizzing past him on both sides. He held his AK-107 close to his body, as if taking comfort from its strong presence.

All around him, similar tracked vehicles kicked up the dry ground as they sped across the field, followed in a similar fashion by small squads of Janissaries. Those outside of the fields of cover offered by the tanks, were dead. Beside Mikita rumbled a BMP, and in its stead, sprinted about a dozen soldiers.

With a scream one of their number, a young woman, fell out of step and tumbled over a small crater, rolling out from behind the armored APC, from which bullets would flake off, and came to a rough stop in the full openness of the killing field.

Within seconds bullets crashed through her body, tearing her abdomen asunder, carrying her legs away, rolling into a soft paste as her brain denied. She screamed, more and more as blood and fluids poured out over the dirt. More and more was fired pumped into her, disfiguring her beyond all former recognition. Within seconds, she was nothing.

Mikita continued to run, his mind blacking out all memory of what he had seen, a single-minded track was laid down, only one thing could be seen ahead, there was no alternative. He could not fail, he could not let that happen to him, he would not die here, like this. Hoisting his rifle away from his body, he reached down and hoisted a grenade. Lobbing it ahead of him, deep into the forward ranks of the enemy, he charged...

All around him, thousands of soldiers did the same, leaping headlong into the trenches, crashing down ramps created by the armored vehicles running through the ditch. Enemy and Janissary alike screamed, fear, pain, and hatred ran as thick as the blood in the base of the trench...

The battle was joined...

Pro Patria Puritania

02-08-2007, 14:09

OOC: Rat, more like 2 million.

IC:
The rebel generals in command of the army group noted that their armor wouldn't last much longer. As for the surprise they had planned, they would wait a little longer with it. They ordered their men to retreat to the next fortifications and their long range artillery to send a greeting to the skaven.

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Major Eggers' men arrived at the entrance of the tunnel in trucks. They carried what appeared to be gas tanks.
"Major Eggers reporting."
"At ease, at ease. What do you have in those tanks?", was Jackson's reply.
"Mustard gas, of course. I trust that your men carry gas masks. I suggest you order them to put them on."

Emporer Pudu

02-08-2007, 17:21

OOC: So... what happened in my battle?

The Horned Rat

03-08-2007, 01:33

the impatient horde of sakven had taken to occasionally shooting the weakest members of their squads and devouring them, and usually a couple more, in cannibalistic glee. Nearby stormvermin would often wad into the thick of it and crush a few skulls in to quell the infighting. And all through the masses stood the metal shapes of the railgun equipped tanks who had been firing non-stop, even as the rebels began to withdraw.

The one-claw general in charge of this mass was looking at digital images displayed inside of the command-variant of his modified Revenant. The ariel photos coming in showed the images of the enemy troops moving away, constantly harrassed by VA-3 bombing runs. The photos did point out some powerful artillery pieces capable of hitting his forces, and AA guns that were actually downing some of their aircraft despite the technology that made the aircraft cost a whopping trillion dollars. These took time to deploy and move, so they weren't targets worth of interest even though they'd reap a bloody toll. No, skaven doctrines wanted to kill anything that could flee faster than a broken human. The bombers continued focusing on tanks, APCs, light recon vehicles. Anything capable of movement beyond that of a soldiers run. With a simple press of a button, the skaven gave the order to press on with the attack.

Nearly as one the skaven stopped looking around aimlessly and began to look at the distant targets the tanks had been firing at for awhile. With screeching and hissing they herded the slaves forward at a run, eager to be the first to loot the wreckage left at the first line of fortifications. that was when the ear-splitting screech, followed by thunder, began. Giant plumes of dirt, flesh and metal were thrown into the air as the artillery began hitting into the vast ranks of skaven. The tanks started rumbling faster, crushing whole sqauds in an effort to avoid being an easy target. This worked for the most part, but even still a few of the gun-platforms were hit and blown to metal fragments that scythed down more skaven around them. Yet for each skaven and human that died. There always seemed to be thirty more to take that one's place in this run...

Pro Patria Puritania

03-08-2007, 17:24

NeoAztec

03-08-2007, 17:45

A old man in his 60s in a black-brown suit smoked while watching a television screen showing the civil war in Pro Patria Puritania. He let out a small cough and then went back to watching the conflict. Then a man in his early 20s opened the door and walked in. The older man didn't even turn around.

"I brought the orders," Said the youth. "just like you said."

"I am grateful, my young friend." He rasped. His voice was both soothing and yet intimidating. "Have you seen the report of Pro Patria Puritania?"

The younger man nodded. "Yes. The president insists on sending a peacekeeping force of at least 100 truck, maybe tanks, and 'bout 300 marines." He shifted uncomfortably. "Would that interfere with out agenda?"

The old smoker shook his head. "No," He declared. "this is only a minor set back, hell, it may even turn in our favor." He got up and spoke for the first in a long time, clearly. His voice carried across the room. "Gather the others." He commanded. "And make sure we have our men ready to get into the country."

"Yes sir." Spoke the boy and with that he turned and left the room.

The old man sighed and crushed the cigarette's remains with his shoe. Yes, this might turn in our favor.

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Message sent to all countries participating in the Civil War of Pro Patria Puritania

Fellow leaders,
The Empire of the NeoAztecs has stood by the sidelines far too long. In response to this...rebellion we will send 300 of our best marines and at least 100 truck and/or tanks to provide aid, help the wounded, and keep the peace. We will not engage activly in the war unless we are attacked, or we see things that are unhumane conditions, in which case we will arrest participants and/or open fire on them. We wish only for this conflict to settle down.

Josh Montezuma, President of the NeoAztec Empire

Emporer Pudu

03-08-2007, 17:57

Southern Coast, trials of the Jannisary Corps
After the gas attack, the rebel general ordered his men to wear gas masks at all times. As for the victims, he ordered them executed as they were of no use anymore. He ordered a counter attack for the next day. His forces had suffered limited casualties, around 2,000 men killed or captured. 5,000 men would charge into the enemy positions after an artillery barrage with shells filled with mustard gas. They would show no mercy or pity.

OOC: Umm, I never said my forces would pull back, so as to facilitate your counter-attack...

The Janissaries are either going to take this position, or they're all going to die. Every singe one of ten-thousand soldiers is running screaming into your trenches, minus a few thousand casualties, and they are not just going to up and quit, turn around; "Ok, see you guys tomorrow!"

Your men have to either win, die, or flee. There is no respite.

NeoAztec

03-08-2007, 18:56

somewhere in the Countryside to the Rebels

Sergeant Percy Li Cat shifted uncomfortably in his seat on the Osprey. Not that Ospreys were designed for comfort, but he was covered in gear. M93, 20 gauge Brosin shotgun, 10 fragment grenades, 5 flash bangs, and 3 smoke grenades were just the icing on the cake. The heavy armor was the worst part, it was light enough to carry, but heavy enough to be annoying. 'Course it would save his life, but still it wasn't a tuxedo. He was loaded in the 'sprey with about 20 other soldiers. Officially they were going in to help provide aid and food to the civvies as well as evacuate them.

Unofficially, they were to test "The Shredder" a new weapon still in progress, but ready for a field test. The sergeant was employed by a man he called Cancer Man, because he smoked alot. Still they were given orders to help the civs, and he has no plan to harm them but if the rebels are as cruel as they say they are...

Well he'll just have to find out. Looking out of the window he saw a field of wheat. But then he noticed something less pleasant. The field was being consumed by fire. "What the-?" He started when the radio turned on. The pilot of another Osprey spoke slowly. "By the gods... what mad man did this???" They saw a village on fire. People were trying to put it out, but several men armed with guns stopped them. A man yelled something and started running towards a house on fire when a soldier open fire on him. The man's back was riddled with bullets. The Osprey set down and Percy went down to the soldier and yelled. "What the hell are you doing?"

Pro Patria Puritania

03-08-2007, 23:18

OOC: Umm, I never said my forces would pull back, so as to facilitate your counter-attack...

The Janissaries are either going to take this position, or they're all going to die. Every singe one of ten-thousand soldiers is running screaming into your trenches, minus a few thousand casualties, and they are not just going to up and quit, turn around; "Ok, see you guys tomorrow!"

Your men have to either win, die, or flee. There is no respite.

OOC: I should have been more clear. It was the rebels who pulled back. I'll edit the post later as I'm quite busy with work.

Emporer Pudu

03-08-2007, 23:23

OOC: I should have been more clear. It was the rebels who pulled back. I'll edit the post later as I'm quite busy with work.

OOC: Alright, in that case, I'm going to put up a post about the end of the battle for those few hours, and respond to your counterattack properly.

Greal

03-08-2007, 23:27

OOC: Can I join this? If I do, are the rebels democratic?

Emporer Pudu

04-08-2007, 00:48

Pro Patria Puritania, Rebel Fortifications, The Trials of the Janissary Corps

Major General Obernin had only minutes before arrived in the newly captured fortifications, which his troops had recently wrested from the Puritanian rebels. Remnants of that battle were strewn everywhere, as bodies were left to bloat in the heat of the trenches, as the remaining Janissaries poured over the wreckage, looting through enemy weapons and equipment, modifying their gear further than the simple rifle and bayonet issued by the Dominion.

The armored vehicles and artillery were forming up for a further assault on the opposite side of the trench network, while the remaining seventy-five hundred men were slowly trickling back into their units, after a near solid hour of looting.

Mikita Vainikov, who had survived the battle through the judicious use of... hiding under a burned-out APC. He now hefted a large, fifty-caliber machine gun, and was busy waiting for the rest of his platoon to gather, so they could take a count, and he could get some sleep.

Obernin had decided that, instead of pursuing the fleeing rebels, the Janissary army would rest and lick its wounds, and fortify the position, while they waited for their reinforcements to arrive, in a few days. They weren't expecting so sudden a counter-attack, and when it came, they were caught off-guard.

As the first shells began raining down among the unorganized troops, shouts and screams of surprise and alarm were heard, as troops scrambled for cover. People were heard shouting; "Get out of the trenches!" or "Hide in the APCs, NBC shielding!"

As the tumult grew, so did the noise, and soon individual voices were indecipherable from the cacophony. Obernin was safe, sealed inside his BMP, and the gas was filtered out, and clean air was pumped in. Mikita dove inside a nearby BTR, which was rolling slowly forward through the camp. He was grabbed hold of by the others inside, and dragged in, and the door was slammed behind him.

Not all were so fortunate, however, and once the gas began falling all through the camp, there was nothing many of them could do. They were not given gas masks, for that would cost too much. Soldiers could be replaced.

As the artillery proper began to rain down, the vehicles, those that had been safe havens for those who had made it, began to pick up speed, weaving in and out of formations of terrified soldiers, caught between gas-filled fortifications and the shrapnel of above.

As the enemy infantry wave began to approach, a decision was made, and the soldiers remaining outside the armored vehicles, numbering some three-thousand, set up a skirmish line between the heavy artillery emplacements, and resolved to hold their position.

Forward of them, the thousands of remaining tanks and APCs, and their heavy machine guns, thirty-millimeter cannons, and main guns, opened up into the onrushing wave. Raking across the line, they would inflict horrendous casualties. Massive plumes of earth arose as heavy shells rained down on both sides, tearing up rebels and Janissaries alike, and as the lines closed, sometimes both at once.

For, as the infantry closed, the armored personnel carriers opened again their doors, and four-thousand infantry poured out, joined by three-thousand soldiers rushing forward from the artillery positions, to join their comrades in battle. The fighting was close-quarters, and there was little cover for either side, but the advantage of armor was decidedly in Janissary favor.

Mikita braced the back of his heavy machine gun on the opposite side of a crater, and aimed up over the lip and let loose a barrage on the on-coming infantry. His bayonet-equipped rifle had been discarded, and if the enemy was allowed to close any further, he would be in trouble.

To his left, a great shock reverberated through the ground as the heavy main gun of a T-72 tore another swathe through the enemy. Gunfire rattled through the air above, and Mikita held flat the trigger.

From over the wall of the trench emerged a foreign soldier, who had obviously not yet noticed the Janissary opposite him. Mikita held down the trigger, his finger turning white, as he gripped the gun for dear life, waving the barrel, slashing across the air with a stream of bullets.

The man fell to his knees, and then his chest as he was thrown to the ground by the bullets, great explosions ripping apart his body as his lifeless form was rolled back over the edge of the pit, his blood running in rivulets down into the pit.

Mikita closed his eyes, his finger still pressed firmly on the trigger, a few seconds later, he was met with a solid click-click-click. He never stopped, never opened his eyes...

The battle went on around him, thousands dying, screams and explosions, the tank rumbled off, the artillery exploded all around...

Mikita slid further and further down into the trench, and those that passed him by may as well have thought him dead...

Pro Patria Puritania

04-08-2007, 19:21

OOC: Can I join this? If I do, are the rebels democratic?
OOC: yeah, it's open. The rebels are christian totalitarians and the Empire is a monarchy.

Emporer Pudu

09-08-2007, 04:03

OOC: yeah, it's open. The rebels are christian totalitarians and the Empire is a monarchy.

OOC: rospnderz...

Pro Patria Puritania

10-08-2007, 10:11

OOC: rospnderz inc

IC:
Rebel controlled countryside
The leader of the death patrol, Cpt. Stever was annoyed by Percy's arrogance, and replied: "What's it look like? We're carrying out the will of our Lord, Jesus Christ!" he then shouted at an old man who was trying to save his belonings from his burning house, and when he stopped, Stever shot him. The village was fully engulfed in flames and the death patrol was getting ready to leave.

Rebel fortifications, southern coast
When the few surviving rebels came back to give their report, the general wasn't pleased at all. "Fools! Can't you do anything right? I'm surrounded by idiots.."
he then ordered his men to prepare for a counter attack by the Jannisaries. New ammunition trucks had arrived during the attack, and his tanks and artillery were ready to strike down the enemy.
His intel officer came to him with grave news. "Sir, the imperial troops have broken through the positions our 46th and 32nd divions were holding. The imperial troops are no doubt coming to aid the enemy."

OOC: Could you RP the arrival of the Imperial troops? I won't be back until Sunday

Greal

10-08-2007, 10:31

OOC: The Greal army will send 2 Naval fleets in support of the Empire. on the fleets are 200,000 Greal marines and troops.

Seng Han

10-08-2007, 10:49

To : All civilians of PPP
From : Prime Minister of The Democratic Republic of Seng Han

Dear Citizens of PPP,
I understand the pain of your suffering in this harsh war. Caught between the government and the rebel army, you are not having an easy life. I hereby declare The Democratic Republic of Seng Han's doors open to all refugees seeking shelter. Peace is what you shall find in this young Nation.
You may wish to permanently move to South Eastern Asia.

P.S. : The Democratic Republic of Seng Han condones no military act of any nation, army or political party in the world.

Emporer Pudu

11-08-2007, 00:49

Pro Patria Puritania, Rebel Retreat, The Trials of the Janissary Corps
Major General Obernin sat comfortably in his armored personnel carrier, as it rumbled along behind his army. Behind him, there was a small garrison, surrounding the artillery, where most brigade headquarters were set up, but he wanted to be in the thick of the action, and ordered his division headquarters unit to move forward.

The Janissary battalions which remained had been again ordered out of their trenches, and again thrown into the assault. Fatigue wore on the men's faces, and their steps were not so quick, and their faces not so contorted with the rage that was imbued at an earlier time. They were now like shadows of men, operating only by muscle memory, and a fear or failure.

There were reports of local government troops closing in also on the rebels, to the front of the Janissaries, if they timed the assault right, they would catch the partisans in a vice. Great waves of soldiers moved, as fast as they were able, through the forests and across the hills of the countryside, following the rebels, and laying waste to anything they could, out of sheer spite and a desire to end the battle, as fast as they were able.

Mikita Vainikov was again one of those in the front of the dreary throngs, moving speechlessly through waist-deep grass, and still hefting his heavy machine gun. Having secured some further ammunition, he too was eager to see the day come to an end, and as the sun was setting behind them, the remaining five-thousand or so soldiers crested a steep hill, and looked down on a wide valley, dominated, obviously, by the presence of the remaining rebel soldiers.

Suddenly, all as one, the weariness left their faces, and they all shouted, as they began the charge. Seconds later, artillery began to bombard the valley, and all around the screaming masses, great tanks and armored vehicles rumbled down the hill, guns blazing, not stopping to wait and aim their weapons. All they were interested in, now, was an immediate end, wherever they might find it...

Mikita stood on the brink of the hill, upon a small protruding rock, and fired haphazardly down the valley wall, his bullets whizzing over the heads of his comrades. A great flood crested and raged around him, rushing down the slopes to break on those dissenters that remained.

As battle was joined, and the valley bottom was reached, another noise was decipherable from the din of battle; any that turned to look would see, turning about a bend in the valley, great columns of marching infantry, and tanks. Dressed in foreign regalia, the Janissaries knew them to be the government's soldiers.

As the Janissaries fought, the Imperial infantrymen joined the fray, artillery raining down, and tanks rushing through the tumult, seeking larger prey. The sun was setting, a deep red encompassed the valley, and the battle was coming to an end...

Emporer Pudu

11-08-2007, 00:50

OOC: btw, can you throw up something for Horned Rat, he needs something to ea... I mean... fight, yeah. Fight is definitely the word I was going to use...

Qadesh

11-08-2007, 01:07

We, of the proud Republic of Qadesh, wish to extend our aid to the imperial forces, currently under siege by heinous rebels. At your command, we shall send 1,000 Riot-Police to stabilize your capitol and to quell the revolt. They have fresh from Elite Arms...

Riot Control Package
~ Rectangular Riot Impact Shields 20”x36”
~ Electric Shock Stun Batons
~ ABC-M25A2 Riot Control Grenades
~ HMMVW Mounted LRAD Long-Range Acoustic Devices
~ HMMVW Mounted Microwave Active Denial Systems
~ Tenix S600 Armored Water Cannon

These Riot-Police are very highly trained in urban riots and comprise the entriy of a Qadeshian new mercenary company called "Primary Objectives" with only the most peaceful, rebellion-quelling aims in mind.

The Government of the Republic of Qadesh

The Yellow Sea Islands

13-08-2007, 17:51

Pro Patria Puritania

13-08-2007, 19:51

To: Yellow Sea Islands
From: "Rebel" Command HQ

This is just the will of our Lord, and we will not hesitate to do the same again.

To: The Republic of Qadesh
From: Supreme Commander of the PPP armed forces
We appreciate your offer. However, our own riot control is more than enough.
--

700km south of the White City
As the skaven masses closed in on the rebels, their commanders became desperate. They ordered their men to enter their underground bunkers and decided to go ahead with their surprise for the skaven. In the early days of the war, the rebels had seized control of a nuclear silo, and intended to use it's contets against the skaven. A nuclear warhead of 40 kilotons was launched, and the commanders could only hope that the skaven wouldn't notice it before it was too late.

A small town in the rebel controlled countryside, Southern PPP
As the NeoAztec peacekeeper asked Gauss what he was doing, he was irritated and thought of shooting the man on the spot. He was hesistant as they wore unfamiliar regalia. He settled down, and replied:
"We're merely upholding the law here. If you have a problem with it, I'll gladly take you to my superiors." the death patrol had finished its job here and was about to leave. "Well, are you coming or not?"

Trials of the Jannisary Corps
As the battle of the day ended and the imperial soldiers were rounding up prisoners, their commander, General Dürer came to see Obernin. "Had a rough day?", he asked and laughed. "We'll get your men the medical aid they need and occupy these positions. The rebel scum isn't gonna give us a long break, I'm sure. We have 10,000 more men and 2,000 tanks and some 'sufficiently' heavy artillery coming in tomorrow evening."

The rebel general, Karl Dorn, wasn't happy about the situation. He executed his assistant, picked up the speaker and gave orders. "We attack in the morning with everything we've got. Artillery, tanks, machine guns, intantry. Whatever you can come up with. We've still got 40,000 men. Send 10,000 along with 100 tanks at 05:00 am. Then another 10,000 men and 100 tanks at 10 am. That'll show them." he intended to sound confident, but his voice was filled with fear."

Emporer Pudu

13-08-2007, 22:35

Pro Patria Puritania, Final Victory, The Trials of the Janissary Corps
General Obernin was walking down and through the valley, passing through the ranks of his soldiers, all seeking their own rest and reverance before any others. Alongside him, the foreign commander was, and Obernin spoke, "My men will require no medical attention, any who have suffered have done so duely. In any case, more are coming soon, and I shall be reinforced,"

"Speaking now of your own countrymen, specifically, these rebels. As my own warriors are beaten to beyond their use, I would volunteer them for service as retainers for those dissenters that survive. We would like to establish a camp here, and there await our own comrades."

"In a few short days, the replacements will arrive, and then we shall be regrouped with them. From here, we will continue our campaign against the enemy,"

The Yellow Sea Islands

14-08-2007, 00:12

The Yellow Sea Islands fighters took off from the YSI carrier Harpoon and proceeded inland into rebel territory. In a short time they were approaching a garrisoned rebel village. The camp was now visible. "Pelican, this is Spear. Target distance one mile. Clearance to fire?" "Clearance granted. Open fire." The left wing jet launched two seeking missiles at the target, the garrisons munitions depot. "Spear confirm destroyed?..."

Message to the Rebels: (Not Encrypted)
Due to your factions many intolerable acts against your own people as well as the enemy. We have decided we have to protect your people from you. We will not attack your troops however munitions and military supplies of the garrisons who oppress their own people will be fired upon.

Radio message to the people of southern PPP:
Your government holds nothing sacred not even you, it's people. You must flee your country Yellow Sea Islands vessels will transport you out. Stand by tomorrow for a boarding location.

Pro Patria Puritania

14-08-2007, 08:12

To: Yellow Sea Islands
From: Emperor Julius Heide
The people of this country are quite well off. If you had taken the time to get to know this great Empire better, you would know. My army has done nothing to harm the innocent - the rebel army has and for that they will be destroyed. The army or any ohter organisation is unable to help those who live in the rebel controlled territory.

The Horned Rat

14-08-2007, 17:21

OOC: I'd technically spot it with my obssessive satellites and ariel recons, but I'll just make a compromise. I spot it and intercept it with aircraft, detonating it prematurely so it glasses a large portion of the army group, but not everyone? (roughly a third to about a half) Sound fair?

*gonna wait for your approval before posting*

Pro Patria Puritania

14-08-2007, 19:32

OOC: Sure, do whatever you like it with it. They're your rats after all :p

The Yellow Sea Islands

15-08-2007, 17:04

Pro Patria Puritania

15-08-2007, 19:58

OOC: Well, I suppose it is since you shot two missiles at it. Even the people living in the south are still citizens of the Empire and under the will of the Emperor, that's why I posted.

IC:
Dozens of rebel soldiers were engulfed in flames and hit by sharpnel coming from the destroyed munitions depot. The garrison's commander, Colonel Kalb, was furious. His supplies had been destroyed, and he wasn't going to get more in days. He ordered anyone wearing UN or YSI insignia to be shot on sight from now on.

Trials of the Jannisary Corps
General Dürer considered Obernin's proposal about the prisoners, but he was forced to deny it. "All prisoners are to be sent to labour camps in the north." A young corporal came to the general and said "My lord, pardon the interruption. We've intercepted a radio message stating that the rebels will attack with superior numbers, supported by tanks tomorrow morning." Dürer was amused. "Hah. They may have superior numbers, but we have superior training and equipment. Let them come. We'll be ready."

The Yellow Sea Islands

18-08-2007, 03:23

"Confirmed destroyed sir." "Very good lets get out of here."

OOC: I'll be gone for a while. These supply strikes will continue.

Pro Patria Puritania

21-08-2007, 20:46

Last weeks of the war, day 1
The rebels' main defence line, named the Siegfried Line, had been crushed, New Teutoberg's defenders had surrendered and Old Teutoberg had been reclaimed after its defenders abandoned the rubbled city. The rebels were on the retreat, closely followed by imperial troops and their modified F/A-18 Hornets.

Trials of the Jannisary Corps
As the rebels charged across the valley, the imperial artillery started the show with 200mm shells filled with phosphorus. Thousands of rebels died from these shells and heavy MG fire before reaching the imperial/Jannisary trenches. The trenches were soon like slaughterhouses. Guts and blood everywhere, torn off libms and brain mass of both imperial and rebel soldiers. The fight went on for hours, but the superior training and morale of the imperials (the presence of heavier and newer tanks played a part, too) led them to victory. In their fury, the imperials executed all prisoners and charged into the rebel trenches without much resistance, as the rebels weren't expecting a counter attack so soon. Everyone ranking higher than Sergeant were executed and the rest taken as POWs. The rebel battle group was nearly wiped out and the survivors were on the run, hunted by hordes of man hunters along with their canine companions. General Dürer was most pleased and couldn't help bragging to Obernin.
"Quite a catch, wouldn't you say? We'll be moving onward to the minor cities to the west now. I suggest you wait for your reinforcements and follow us. Ofcourse, it's your call."

OOC: still waiting for Rat's post.

Emporer Pudu

22-08-2007, 02:22

Pro Patria Puritania, The Turn of the Tide, The Trials of the Janissary Corps
The remaining four-thousand or so battered Janissaries, following the most recent attack, began again to repair and construct anew a great camp, built to hold not only the four remaining battalions, into which all other survivors had been consolidated, but to house tens of thousands of prisoners. Barracks for the Pudite soldier-slaves, and trenches and boards supplied from damaged structures to house the newly acquired prisoners of war.

The soldiers were weary, however, and work was slow. Armed patrols began to work their way around the surrounding land, rounding up any dissenters tat may have escaped, and taking them alive, regardless of rank. Even as the work and patrol continued, fully one-fourth of the division’s remnants were given permission to rest. Their battles were over.

As the routine set in, General Obernin began to walk among the construction, not speaking with his men, but observing. Personally, he could care little less than he did for the men themselves, but their works were important...

He spoke to the foreign commander; "General Dürer, I assume that with your troops moving south, you have agreed to our proposition; to take in the remaining prisoners?"

Gesturing at his roughly two-thousand bustling workers, he continued, "I assure you, we have the facilities, or will have, very soon. I assume you wouldn't object to the use of the prisoners as aides to the work; very shortly this valley will be home to nearly half-a-million men..."

Meanwhile, off the coast, the Imperial Janissary reinforcement fleet was nearing their destination; in a few days time, the Corps would be here, and war would be over...

The Horned Rat

23-08-2007, 17:10

OOC: Sorry about the delay! I've been "nehhh" about NS for awhile.

IC: A small blinking red-light turned on. Normally something like this might be telling you a battery was about to die, or that you needed some more collant, change the spark plugs. Normal, non-harmful things. This light brought complete silence to the bustling command-hive in the White City.

It was the signal that the sattelites had picked up sight of a nuclear weapon.

Generally, this wouldn't concern them too much. It'd simply be neutralized with a swift airstrike. Problem was that it had been caught just as it was being launched with unknown coordinates. With a lightning series of commands being issued, more like screeches, but the VA-2 Demons got the idea.

They took off from the airbases where they'd been idling for sometime, seeing as the rebels lacked an airforce, and made out to take down the nuclear weapon. Packed with missiles meant for anti-aircraft, they had to rely on sheer volume of fire to hit the damn thing...

And rely they did. thousands of missiles started streaking the sky as the fighters flew overhead the army group. It was quite a spectacle to see so many jets fire in unison, but it paled in comparison to the small sun that erupted nearby.

Large elements on the western side were crushed by the shockwave, soldiers turned to bloodied and mangled piles of flesh and bone, vehicles completely flattened on one side before exploding, killing those who managed to find cover. Further portions were damaged and battered by the explosion, it rocked most of the army group's center, but only killed those who were already on the verge of dying.

The radiation would shorten there lives to only a few more years, but the deathvermin and vehicle crews were safely protected inside their fully-sealed armor with NBC protection. The rest were disposable.

Reports of casulties filtering in were slow, mainly because the only ones who did so were either unaffected, or already dead. Estimates came in that roughly two-thirds of the slaves had perished from the shockwaves, about a third of the clanrats were vaporized, and the stormvermin and deathvermin only lost a few scattered units. On the whole casulties were estimated to be around six hundred thousand slaves, three hundred thousand clanrats, four battalions of stormvermin, and a few companies of deathvermin.

On the whole they were doing pretty good for having warded off a nuclear weapon. The march would continue in roughly six hours once all the weapons, ammunition and flesh had been scavenged.

Pro Patria Puritania

27-08-2007, 18:27

Last days of the war, day 2
As the roughly 3 million remaining rebels, of whom 1.7 million were tied up in the fight against the skaven, were retreating further south to their secondary line of fortications, reports of a nuclear blast started pouring in at the Imperial Military Command HQ. Normally, the commanders wouldn't even consider a retaliation after such an attack, but now, they ordered 5 more million men mobilized, tanks and aircraft out of their hangars. The war wouldn't last much longer.

Trials of the Jannisary Corps
As General Dürer was about to answer to Obernin's question, the 10,000 men and 2,000 tanks arrived. He inspected his troops, which now numbered 17,000 men and 1,900 tanks with their 5-men crews. He was pleased, and ordered his supply officers to hand out extra booze and food. After 2 hours, he came back to Obernin and said "Well.. I might get hanged for this, but since I've got no other choice I'm gonna have to leave the prisoners in your care. Until the personal guard gets here and takes them with them. I'll have my supply officer hand out booze and food to your men, too. With your approval, ofcourse." The imperials would start moving the next morning.

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When the rebels saw so many of the skaven and their slaves killed in the explosion, they were certain of their victory, and 1.7 million men, with around 1,500 tanks charged out of their underground hideouts. They thought the skaven were beaten and were overconfident.

Pro Patria Puritania

02-09-2007, 21:10

OOC: bump

NeoAztec

02-09-2007, 22:44

A small town in the rebel controlled countryside, Southern PPP
As the NeoAztec peacekeeper asked Gauss what he was doing, he was irritated and thought of shooting the man on the spot. He was hesistant as they wore unfamiliar regalia. He settled down, and replied:
"We're merely upholding the law here. If you have a problem with it, I'll gladly take you to my superiors." the death patrol had finished its job here and was about to leave. "Well, are you coming or not?"

Percy raised his gun to the mans chest. "You are under arrest for violation of international code of conduct for murder, arson, ect. Resist and we will forcibly arrest you and your squad." NeoAztec soldier quickly did the same with there guns. "Now," Spoke Percy. "Drop your weapons."

Pro Patria Puritania

03-09-2007, 20:03

Percy raised his gun to the mans chest. "You are under arrest for violation of international code of conduct for murder, arson, ect. Resist and we will forcibly arrest you and your squad." NeoAztec soldier quickly did the same with there guns. "Now," Spoke Percy. "Drop your weapons."

"Arson.. Murder? Hah. You're hardly in any position to accuse me or my men of anything.", Gauss replied. Suddenly he lowered his weapon, which he had pointed at Percy's throat, and he heard the sound of tanks. "Those are imperial troops. They won't have time to sort out your men from mine when they arrive, they'll just kill everyone wearing a uniform as they're busy chasing the big prey." His men grew nervous and now didn't pay attention to the people trying to put out the fires. "I suggest you go on your way and we'll go on ours. We'll just pretend this never happened. Unless you know their radio frequency, we're all as good as dead."

Trials of the Jannisary Corps
The Imperial troops were ready to move. General Dürer had had a good night's sleep, and was in a good mood. "Well, since we're gonna be leaving the prisoners in your care for the time being... Don't under any circumstances treat them as equals. Use whips to make them work faster and shoot them on the spot if they're causing trouble." However, he was nervous about leaving the prisoners to Obernin's care. He could be hanged or crusified for it. "When the personal guard gets here, tell them that it was your men who took the prisoners, okay?"

NeoAztec

03-09-2007, 20:36

"Arson.. Murder? Hah. You're hardly in any position to accuse me or my men of anything.", Gauss replied. Suddenly he lowered his weapon, which he had pointed at Percy's throat, and he heard the sound of tanks. "Those are imperial troops. They won't have time to sort out your men from mine when they arrive, they'll just kill everyone wearing a uniform as they're busy chasing the big prey." His men grew nervous and now didn't pay attention to the people trying to put out the fires. "I suggest you go on your way and we'll go on ours. We'll just pretend this never happened. Unless you know their radio frequency, we're all as good as dead."

Lieutenant Percy looked at his radio man and said "Lovecraft, get on the horn and open a hailing frequency for ten miles around. Broadcast that we are peacekeepers." He turned towards his sergeant. "Issac, get these civvies into the 'spreys." He turned once again towards the deathsquad leader. "I will repeat myself, drop your f****ing weapons or you will be shot."

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Message to all Imperial forces in 10 mile radius of the area
This is NeoAztec peacekeepers, we are armed and in progress of arresting soldiers who have committed war crimes. Do not open fire. Repeat, do not open fire.

Pro Patria Puritania

04-09-2007, 15:43

The Horned Rat

05-09-2007, 17:26

OOC: sorry about the wait. I'll yell at Pudu next time he gets online to come post!

IC: *working on a post after work*

Pro Patria Puritania

08-09-2007, 15:13

Desperate measures
The rebel army was facing imminent defeat. Its commanders had started to conscript boys as young as 14 who were given minimal training or no training at all, a rifle and ammo. As the imperial troops were drawing closer to the rebel HQ (which was in the Emperor's summer villa) every day, the commanders ordered one last major assault in the hopes that it would stop the advance of the imperials.

Panzerjäger Stief had been in the war from the early days. He had seen many of his comrades die and wanted to be the one who would take the rebel leader, Gustav Müller, prisoner and present him to the Emperor. When the rebel assault began and his tank got hit by an anti tank shell, he was the only one to get out alive. He grabbed an LMG off one of his dead comrades, positioned himself between a few rocks, and as countless other imperial soldiers, waited for the rebel infantry to start their advance. When the infantry started pouring down a hill supported by tanks, Stief waited a little more. The PAKs made quick work of enemy tanks, and the enemy infantry was now without any support. Stief waited for them to come closer, he opened fire, almost instantly killing 20 rebel soldiers. He didn't release the trigger until he had ran out of ammo. Then a rebel soldier came and stabbed him in the shoulder. Stief quickly pulled out his handgun and shot the man in the groin, then crushed his head with his LMG. New imperial tanks started rolling out from their hideouts, quickly crushing the enemy formations as the enemy lacked anti armor weapons. The assault had little or no effect on the imperial advance. Stief refused to go to a field hospital and told the medic to stich him up. He knew the Emperor would have been disappointed in him if he would have gone.
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*Reserved for a reply to Rat's post*

NeoAztec

08-09-2007, 17:35

As the first T90s reached the village, they saw the rebel death patrol, with some unfamliar soldiers. Their gunners asked for the fire command, and were ready to fire when a radio message came in.

"Do not open fire, we have reports of neutral soldiers in the village who supposedly have arrested some rebels."

One of the tanks pulled off nearby, crushing one of the rebels under it and the crew climbed out. Shortly after, the command vehicle pulled over next to the tank, and the commander, Julius Kalb stepped out. "Well well. You gentlemen have commited various crimes against the Emperor and his empire and its people. The punishment is death." The tank crew instatly shot Gauss and his 2nd in command officer. Kalb then turned to Percy, and said "Excuse the scare, but we had no idea of your presence here. I guess you want to have these prisoners for yourself, no? Sorry to dissapoint you, but the orders are the send all POWs to the labour camps in the north. They'll be going to New Teutoberg along with our wounded." He ordered his men to put out the fires, and then talked to Percy again. "And as for the civilians, I trust that no harm will come to them from your direction."

Percy saluted "No sir," He said. "We have orders to evacuate all civies to refugee camps." He looked at the corpses. "Shame," He started. "these buggers were going to be the first human test subjects of our 'Shredder'." He shrugged. "Ah well," The sergeant said, grinning. "Better luck next time."

Percy turned towards his men, who were rounding up the civilians into the Ospreys. "Company," He yelled. "MOVE OUT!" The men yelled "Sir yes sir!" As they got into the 'spreys, Percy turned towards the officer of the Imperials and waved.

Pro Patria Puritania

08-09-2007, 21:57

Curinial

08-09-2007, 22:13

Emperor, we will provide a small regiment of our glorious military to support you cause. Anythiong else you reqire will be sent ASAP. Expect Our airborne to arrive within 48 hours.

Pro Patria Puritania

08-09-2007, 22:48

To: Goverment of Curinial
From: Emperor Julius Heide

I greatly appreciate your offer. However, your military assitance is not needed as my legions are moving in on the infidels who would defy my power. The head of your military and/or your government is welcome to attend the execution of the rebel leader when he is captured.

Curinial

08-09-2007, 22:52

Ok then, we will always be avalible to provide support. I will be there person at the execution of this infidel!

Le Terre

08-09-2007, 23:05

NeoAztec

09-09-2007, 00:58

Kalb was amused, and he said to Percy "The Emperors people are not going anywhere. When the personal guard (OOC: almost the same as the SS was in Nazi Germany) get here, theyre not going to ask any questions like we have here. The civilians will remain here. This term "shedder" sounds quite threatening to me. The Emperor has given me the authority to decide about matters such as this. I say that the people of this village are going to a refugee camp of our own, about 200km from here. No one is going with you or your men. If you refuse, I will be forced to open fire. Keep in mind that Ive got an armored Legion here which numbers 2,000 tanks, 12,000 men and 1,5400 personal guard here to support my decisions."

The civilians were hesitant. They knew that the Emperor was the one and only god, and that He would know if they deserted Him. They refused the NeoAztec offer, and stayed in their homes. Kalb waited for Percys reply.

Percy was hesistent. He wasn't really supposed to do this, but he decided it should be done. He began to speak. "Well we are-" "Sergent!" Yelled Lovecraft. "We got a message from home. Reports that one of our squads captured a hostile. They want us to do a little S&P (OOC: Search and pickup) 'bout 5 miles from here." Percy yelled "'k start the coppers." He turned back towards the obvious Capitan. "Sorry boys," He said. "Would love to stay and chat, but our boys need us." He turned and walk towards his 'sprey.

Pro Patria Puritania

10-09-2007, 08:03

"In addition to the current martial law and curfue, no refugees will be allowed to leave the country. Citizens are not allowed to leave the country as a safety precaution. Military checkpoints and roadblocks will be set up in the next few days. Refugees from the south are welcome to seek refuge in the capital, which has been relocated to the northern city of Neu Berlin. Every able man between the ages of 18 and 60 will be conscripted to join our glorious crusade. Have faith in your Lord and justice will prevail!"

It is the position of the Government of The Commonwealth of Le Terre, that this action is oppressive and unfair. We feel that any citizen should be allowed to leave their country in a time of civil unrest. Those words are, however, not without substance, The commonwealth is willing to absorb any refugee seeking asylum from this civil war into the fold of Le Terre.

Not allowing anyone to leave the country is only a safety precaution to prevent any rebel leaders that may have escaped from leaving the Empire. As soon as the conflict is resolved and conditions are back to normal, people will be allowed in and out of the country.

Signed,
Willie Beier, Minister of Defence

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As Percy sat down in his sprey, Kalb shouted "We'll be watching you guys!", sat down in his command vehicle and took off and followed his tanks who where heading east to relieve the 47th regiment.

The Horned Rat

11-09-2007, 16:31

As the rebels began to swarm like a tide to collide with the vast horde that had been almost halved in their original strength, skaven doctrine took over. Lashes went out and split the flesh open of the slaves in the front as they immediately began opening up with shots from their Kar-98s. Sadly enough, usage of this weapon to the degree they needed and realization that they had a high chance of dying should the enemy get to close made them relatively decent shots. Not on par with trained marksmen, but their rifle rounds would claim casualties. A few of them had managed to loot RPGs and Panzerfaust 3s. They didn't have enough to effectively halt the armored vehicles, but they could make the slaughter field dangerous for the armor.

Behind this vast field of nearly half a million slaves were the serried ranks of Clanrats and Stormvermin. They had taken to milling about in platoon-sized formations usually centered around a cluster of DRC gun-platforms. Several miles away, these rail-gun equipped vehicles still could reach the front lines, provided they had enough height to see it. These weapons would punch through tank armor even the DRC vehicles had, from the vantage points they achieved they could rain down metal-death on the rebels without them even seeing their killers.

The Deathvermin silently waited unlike the jubilant Clanrats and zealous Stormvermin. The rebels had chosen a good time to assault the remnants of their army group. If they'd had even twenty-four hours they could've replaced most of their losses as well as dug-in while waiting. Not now however, they were not allowed a reprieve and now the sluggish hammer of the skaven military could cost many more casualties, to prevent this the groups of Deathvermin mounted as many APCs and tanks they could commandeer and began to drive along the left flank. Consiting of only two-hundred and fifty thousand skaven, each soldier was as decorated as most of the skaven commanders present, possessed the best technology available, and had been raised from birth to do battle and kill as the enemies of the Council.

In the air it wasn't a waiting game for the skaven air force. Numerous and relentless, the VA-3 Lucifer's rained down payload after payload on clusters of the enemy. They targeted tanks, artillery and even large formations of the infantry. Soon the earth was pockmarked with large craters, this would make the rebel advance much more harder and dangerous seeing as they had to traverse these holes or fall in and be crushed. The bombers would provide a fire screen for the skaven ground forces, as well as shuttle in more soldiers.

In the White City, large cargo-planes were taking off from the make-shift air strip outside, each one would be delivering a platoon's worth of various skaven into the rear of the army group. In less than an hour, fresh divisions would be organizing themselves as a secondary wave while armor-elements of the second army group plowed out from the White City to link up the first Arm y Group.

The soldier of the Under-Empire would not be defeated here, even if it cost millions of lives...

Emporer Pudu

14-09-2007, 01:44

Pro Patria Puritania, The Consolidation, Trials of the Janissary Corps
Major General Obernin gave a slow chuckle, his face contorted with the utmost amusement; "Don't worry, General; they will find no pity from us..."

On the topic of supplies, notably alcohol and foodstuffs, the offer was declined, with the Mj. General explaining that; "Their zeal for Emperor and Empire will keep them fit, do not worry on their behalf,"

Meanwhile, all around the commander, his troops were embarking on the construction of the perimeter, and the patrols were continuing. In a few days, the rest of the Janissary force here would arrive, and the assault could continue.

Even as the soon-to-be Field Marshal Obernin completed that thought, fifteen-hundred massive, inflatable-curtained landing craft rolled up the foreign beach, blowing sand and stones in all directions as their landing ramps lowered, and off marched rank upon uniformed rank of impeccably dressed Janissaries. Over fifty-thousand were assembled here, crossing the seas and the sands to establish a beachhead, to bring ashore the remainder of their equipment and personnel.

Thousands of tanks and vehicles stormed out, creating a great storm, eclipsing even that of those that brought them. Following the first landing, massive tank-landing-ships hit the shores, and further troops were followed by logistical equipment, carrying ashore tons upon tons of supplies.

In a few short hours, the whole troop compliment was unloaded, and despite the supply situation behind them not being fully worked out, five divisions of Janissaries departed, ready to relieve their brothers further inland.

The storm was coming...

OOC: Sorry for the shortness-of-post, and my absence, but I have been busy with school and random appearances by foreign bodies to stay at my home, and have not had much time.

Pro Patria Puritania

18-09-2007, 16:09

The imperial advance had been halted for no apparent reason. At least the reason wasn't clear to the rebels, but it gave them time to regroup. For the imperials, the reason was clear: the supply lines weren't able to keep up with the quick advance, so they waited.

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Thousands of rebel soldiers got killed by the Kar98's, but their armor made quick work of the slaves handling the weapons. The attack had proven to be more costly than it was thought to be at first. As the Deathvermin, Stormvermin and Clanwermin outflanked the rebels, the rebel forces were forced to form a massive circle of sorts. Now it was the 2nd attack wave's job to help them out of the situation.

Trials of the Janissary Corps

Dürer was offended by Obernin's refusal of his offers of medical aid and food. He swallowed his pride, and said "Well. I suppose I can't force you to anything. We're gonna be on our way to Schwarzwald, one of the remaining rebel strongholds. Have fun!". He then turned on his heels, stopped a passing tank and stepped into it.

No one could have expected that the rebels had managed to break through the imperial lines just 50km away. Nearly 4 divisions of men were marching towards Obernin's positions. Their mission was to liberate the prison camp and to crush Obernin's forces. It would take only 1 or 2 days for them to arrive and make battle formations and attack.

The Horned Rat

18-09-2007, 17:47

The remaining slaves were taking cover in the wreckage of disabled vehicles, craters from the Lucifer's attack runs, or even mounds of corpses from their own ranks. The Deathvermin had halted their progress momentarily, in a matter of minutes thousands of tanks from the Clanrat and Sotrmvermin elements were rumbling forward, crushing through rubble and friendly soldiers alike without even caring. A full thirty-thousand tanks had reached the rebel-pocket and plower forward, unleashing their volumous fire upon any targets they could find.

Large rail-cannons were capable of punching through any armor the skaven had seen to date, high powered laser unleashed long red beams that would light infantr on fire or heat a tank to the point ammunition inside would detonate prematurely. Larger vehices stripped of weapons were mobile Energy Wave Emitters. These devices were capable of projecting waves of energy to cancel other frequencies, or in this case they projected a magnetic field that would be capable of repelling virtually all small arms fire and slowing down things that made it through. It also sped up any rounds going out, making the skaven gunfire that much more potent to troops taking cover or relying on armor-protection.

The moment the main body of the skaven armor started blitzing forward, the Deathvermin Corps rumbled forward, taking a more systematic approach. The railgun equipped vehicles targeted enemy armor and artillery to knock out anything dangerous while laser-equipped Gun Plaform Vehicles targeted infantry with anti-tank weapons to flash-fry their comrades in the process. The heavily armored APCs raced forward, they'd crush anyone who got in the path of their heavy-tredded and spiked vehicle. The moment these stopped, the front would seem to explode as directed-explosives went off, killing and maiming anyone thirty feet in front of the vehicle. With that the heavy PFC(Or was is PCF? I dunno xD It's carbon-stretched armor that's lightweight and strong as hell) ramp would fall forward and a full squad of Deathvermin would race out to assume firing positions and proceed to kill the heretics...

OOC: Note: Each Deathvermin has a mini-Energy Wave Emitter. It's not capable of stopping a full squad's shooting, but one-on-one the Deathvermin will win everytime unless the person has like an anti-tank weapon or a squad support weapon xD

Tel Amur

18-09-2007, 21:18

We apologize that, though we would like to, we cannot assist in your suppression of the civil war. We are a small nation and as such cannot spare many forces in foreign campaigns. We will nonetheless supply to our gracious overlord, Emperor Pudu, usage of 100 men from our special forces (Unit 7). Be advised that Unit 7 is a very elite fighting force that specializes in stealth entry and demolitions. We recommend using them to sabatogue enemy industry as that is what they do best. We would appreciate it if you didn't get them killed. Telegram me if you require further assistance.

Unit 7 will arrive within 600 hours.

Pro Patria Puritania

25-09-2007, 10:29

OOC: been a lil busy with exams lately. I'll post something later today.

NeoAztec

25-09-2007, 20:07

As Percy sat down in his sprey, Kalb shouted "We'll be watching you guys!", sat down in his command vehicle and took off and followed his tanks who where heading east to relieve the 47th regiment.

"Well, that was interesting." Muttered Percy. Well, he thought to himself, we at least have some soldiers captured. "Lets go!" He yelled to the pilot. The man gave him the okay sign and with grace, the fleet lifted off.

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Somewhere in the wilderness...

As the soldiers of the Aztec Marines 89th division swept the perimeter, one of the soldies saw movement. Taking out his taser, he fired it at the silhouette. He heard a groan and the figure fell to the floor. After checking the man for weapons, he found a message on the person requesting supplies for the rebel stronghold near the area. Quickly handcuffing the tasered man, the soldier called his comrades and carried the man towards their camp...

OOC: Sorry, in school. Lunch, but will post later. Also BUMP.

Pro Patria Puritania

27-09-2007, 09:31

When the 2nd and more heavily armed attack wave charged from the rubbled rebel positions and reached the deathvermin, the rebel soldiers quickly understood that they needed more than just one rifle to kill them. So, under the leadership of Major Kovaljeff they formed firing squads who would work together to kill the deathvermin. This however reduced their fighting capability as they had to move around together aswell. For each deathvermin who fell, 4 or more rebels fell. The battle would be the bloodiest ever fought on Puritanian soil.

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Trials of the Janissary Corps

The rebel commander, only known to his men as "Mercedes", had his divisions ready to strike. One of his soldiers, Pvt. Rosenrot, sat quietly in his pothole, among thousands of other potholes. He was sucking on a cigarette and thinking of his motives. "If I had stayed, they would have shot me. Not that my life was worth that bullet, but at least I get food and water regularly here. I suppose there's something to this Jesus fellow." He was just about to light another cigarette as the signal came. He picked up his gear, put his helmet on and left his pothole, just like thousands around him. They marched all day and night, until they saw the prison camp Obernin had set up. He heard commands in a language he didn't recognize(sp?), and then screams of pain. He took his wallet out, and looked at a photo of his family before they died in a car accident 6 months ago. He kissed the photo, and then marched on. His platoon would be in the 1st attack wave. The order came to dig in, he didn't bother to. He just let himself collapse and fell asleep. The attack would begin at dawn.

NeoAztec

27-09-2007, 23:36

Bump

Rogue Protoss

28-09-2007, 00:35

IC:The Rogue Tribes of Aiur have discovered Xel'Naga artifacts in this pitiful wartorn country, and we have decided to relieve you of them, make no mistake we are sending a contingent of stalkers, colossi, and dark archons, which shall be backed by our finest corsairs and an converted Xel"Naga Worldship so do not try anything foolish humans
OOC: first time doing a post so forgive any mistakes

Tel Amur

28-09-2007, 18:47

Rogue Protoss

28-09-2007, 19:47

If I were you, I would fear for the death of my own people. Stay out of this and we can start a different thread for your invasion.

All we seek is our birthright do you wish to deny us of them you insolent..., understand this Tel Amur we wish our birthright and nothing more we are not intrested in your conflicts, if neccesary we will die for them.
OOC: back off first day man, plus theirs a thread for a war of mine:upyours: already

Pro Patria Puritania

28-09-2007, 23:32

OOC: dunno why you're posting actually. This is for the civil war within this country. I'm going to ignore your posts in this thread.

Rogue Protoss

29-09-2007, 13:05

OOC: dunno why you're posting actually. This is for the civil war within this country. I'm going to ignore your posts in this thread.

i want to do some interference and add to the number of nations in the war:headbang:

The Horned Rat

29-09-2007, 14:48

i want to do some interference and add to the number of nations in the war:headbang:

OOC: Okay, I've sat around too much. Post coming soon PPP. Just...Halo 3...it calls to me >>

Anyways, Rogue Protoss. You are most CERTAINLY a future-tech nation 100%. You COULD, with an amount of effort, alter the protoss/zerg to fit in PMT or even MT. However in the time period of this RP, spaceships currently consist of the crappy shuttles we send up today.

Granted, in Starcraft the Protoss had plasma engines and such and the Zerg were a galaxy spanning hive while terrans were still fiddling with fire. BUT that doesn't matter, (unless everyone agreed or something =/) in a PMT RP, you can only use PMT or lower grade technology.

And trust me. Showing up and making things worse would more than likely get your entire civilization exterminated. Pudu and I tend to enjoy things like that.

So lesson 1: Make sure a thread has a "FT" in the title or just post OOS-wise and ask if it'd be okay for you to join and if the thread is Future-tech.

Lesson 2: Do NOT gripe if someone bites at you for a first post. I get bitched at for posts that came many times later. You DID deserve it though for showing up out of no where in someone else's thread, without asking if they'd mind you joining, as the wrong tech-level also.

So just try and work things out with PPP. I doubt he'd let an FT nation into this though. It'd get too complicated/stupid too fast.

Rogue Protoss

29-09-2007, 17:22

OOC: Okay, I've sat around too much. Post coming soon PPP. Just...Halo 3...it calls to me >>

Anyways, Rogue Protoss. You are most CERTAINLY a future-tech nation 100%. You COULD, with an amount of effort, alter the protoss/zerg to fit in PMT or even MT. However in the time period of this RP, spaceships currently consist of the crappy shuttles we send up today.

Granted, in Starcraft the Protoss had plasma engines and such and the Zerg were a galaxy spanning hive while terrans were still fiddling with fire. BUT that doesn't matter, (unless everyone agreed or something =/) in a PMT RP, you can only use PMT or lower grade technology.

And trust me. Showing up and making things worse would more than likely get your entire civilization exterminated. Pudu and I tend to enjoy things like that.

So lesson 1: Make sure a thread has a "FT" in the title or just post OOS-wise and ask if it'd be okay for you to join and if the thread is Future-tech.

Lesson 2: Do NOT gripe if someone bites at you for a first post. I get bitched at for posts that came many times later. You DID deserve it though for showing up out of no where in someone else's thread, without asking if they'd mind you joining, as the wrong tech-level also.

So just try and work things out with PPP. I doubt he'd let an FT nation into this though. It'd get too complicated/stupid too fast.
ive changed the dark templar into a group of nomads look for an identity and they search other nations for historical artifacts, thought that might add to the drama :mad:

Pro Patria Puritania

29-09-2007, 20:51

OOC: well, it doesn't. I'll post as soon as I get back from the pub. Btw Rat, I know Halo3 is an awesome game but it sure as hell can't beat WoW. :P

Rogue Protoss

29-09-2007, 21:57

OOC: well, it doesn't. I'll post as soon as I get back from the pub. Btw Rat, I know Halo3 is an awesome game but it sure as hell can't beat WoW. :P

ok ill stop posting if itl make you happy, oh and WOW ROXXXX HARD

Federational States

29-09-2007, 22:44

After attacks by PPP Imperial Naval Vessels against its merchant craft in the region the Commonwealth of Federational States has took the desicon to launch an offensive against the tyranical PPP under the codename OPERATION PENDRAGON.

Rear Admiral. Rudyard derr Sol
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CFS Marine Commandos land on the PPP south coast and establish a beachhead meeting only light resistance as they prepare support from army airbourne forces.:mp5:

Prethenon

29-09-2007, 23:38

NeoAztec

30-09-2007, 05:19

"Well, that was interesting." Muttered Percy. Well, he thought to himself, we at least have some soldiers captured. "Lets go!" He yelled to the pilot. The man gave him the okay sign and with grace, the fleet lifted off.

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Somewhere in the wilderness...

As the soldiers of the Aztec Marines 89th division swept the perimeter, one of the soldies saw movement. Taking out his taser, he fired it at the silhouette. He heard a groan and the figure fell to the floor. After checking the man for weapons, he found a message on the person requesting supplies for the rebel stronghold near the area. Quickly handcuffing the tasered man, the soldier called his comrades and carried the man towards their camp...

OOC: Sorry, in school. Lunch, but will post later. Also BUMP.

Lifting the man into a interrogation chair, strapping him down, and checking him once more for any hidden tools, the men left, leaving two guards in front of the jail. The interrogator would soon come to test this man's will...

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At 6:00 in the morning, Harold L. P. walked into the cell of the captured man. Sitting in a chair directly across from the man, Harold waited for two men to place a table between Harold and the POW.

Taking a sip from his coffee, Harold asked "Hello, my name is Harold. Whats yours?"

Of course, he already knew who the man was. Uriel S. Triou. Wanted criminal. Associated with death squads, bombings, and assassinations. They had quite a file on him as the NIA (NeoAztec Intelligence Agency, CIA's Aztec equivalent) H.Q. Anyhow, they just wanted to learn a bit more about him.

When getting no response, Harold asked again.

"Who are you?"
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OOC: Anyone want to be the POW?

Federational States

30-09-2007, 10:51

CFS Forces consolidate their position over night and push inland towards PPP Imperial ship yards with the support of Army Airbourne Forces. Charges are placed and blown against the naval bases responsible for launching attacks against the CFS shipping, menahwhile the CFS Navy battleships shell strategic points across the coast. Heavy Fighting ensues between CFS Marines and PPP Naval Infantry.

Rear Admiral. Rudyard derr Sol gives assuarance to Prethenon that CFS forces shall not engage them.

NeoAztec

30-09-2007, 17:04

BUMP

The Horned Rat

30-09-2007, 23:19

OOC: I totally missed that the second wave crashed into my encirclement. Durrr. Okay...I'll address that properly xD

When the 2nd and more heavily armed attack wave charged from the rubbled rebel positions and reached the deathvermin, the rebel soldiers quickly understood that they needed more than just one rifle to kill them. So, under the leadership of Major Kovaljeff they formed firing squads who would work together to kill the deathvermin. This however reduced their fighting capability as they had to move around together aswell. For each deathvermin who fell, 4 or more rebels fell. The battle would be the bloodiest ever fought on Puritanian soil.

IC: The Deathvermin had indeed been aware thanks to electronics and recon from the VA-3 Lucifers flying overhead. This reduced the casualties they might have sustained, but it turned their crushing pincer into a dangerous predicament. Rather than attempt to blitz forward, the Deathvermin began to entrench themselves in the makeshift cover of craters, corpses and burning wrecks of tanks. They were well suited for this form of chaos, coming from the Under-Empire. Here the rebels were more likely to shoot comrades when the Deathvermin's EWE systems would emit electro-magnetic energy to cause rounds to go off target. Their disciplined fire with railguns were aimed at through sights towards vulnerable points that the ammunition could prove effective, such as the throat, the eye or even over an exposed chest. Several squads began filling the air with a rapid-fire zipping noise. Fully-automatic railguns. They were bulky and required two battery packs to charge, but they spat out a high amount of kill-shot rounds at the foe.

The Lucifer's bombing however focused on grinding the pocket to pieces. The entire mass of the skaven army began pushing forward to roll over the enemy. Much like the Janissaries to the South, the skaven would not stop to shoot. They charged forward, regardless of wounds to stab, shoot, slice and devour their enemies. the wounded, dead, and those too slow at looting were crushed underneath the stampede of feet and tank tread. The Rebel's pocket would fall, with not retreat possible...

Federational States

01-10-2007, 08:20

CFS attack was sucessful with PPP Imperial losses at more than 2,000. PPP Naval ships are now unable to resupply and refuel in the soth of the country due to the destruction of the naval docks. All CFS land vforces have now been withdrawn, the fleet will however reamain to escort trade vessels through the shipping lanes.

Rudyard derr Sol

Pro Patria Puritania

01-10-2007, 09:14

The Holy Republic of Prethenon is willing to aid Pro Patria Puritania in any way needed.

Humanitarian aid will be supplied where needed, and a force of 725,000 soldiers are awaiting deployment. 125 warships will be sent to the rebel coast.

Furthermore we request to test new military technology on the rebel grounds.
Any attempts at stopping humanitarian aid will be considered an offense, and all troops will be taken out of Pro Patria Puritania and no further aid will be sent.

Prethenon does not wish to engage The Federational States.

From: Imperial Military HQ
To: Holy Republic of Prethenon
Your forces will come in handy as the Emperor is sending more troops to fight the Communist scum in Zaheran. Your troops would be most effective in the province of Neu Bavaria, south of New Teutoberg. As the for the testing of your new military technology, you have a go. Furthermore, if your technology proves effective the Empire is interested in sharing our expertise in chemical warfare in exchange of your technology.

From: Imperial Naval Command
To: CFS
It seems that your insolence has proven to be in our favor, as the southern docks and shipyards are under rebel control. The Imperial Fleet has had nothing to do with these supposed attacks against your vessels. These rebels are still wearing imperial uniforms and the ships are of imperial design, thus the confusion. The Emperor sends his thanks.

To: Tel Amur
From: Imperial Military HQ
Your men are most welcome to sabotage the rebel ammunition factories anywhere in their territory.
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The battle had raged for several days, and the rebel soldiers were getting tired and thought of surrendering. However, their commanders ordered their men to dig in for a last stand. They received new artillery and anti-aircraft weapons and some tanks, but the situation seemed hopeless. All they could do now was to wait for the skaven onslaught.

OOC: Aztec, if anyone doesn't volunteer I'll RP the prisoner.

NeoAztec

01-10-2007, 20:06

OOC: Aztec, if anyone doesn't volunteer I'll RP the prisoner.

OOC: Thanks.

Pro Patria Puritania

02-10-2007, 18:55

Lifting the man into a interrogation chair, strapping him down, and checking him once more for any hidden tools, the men left, leaving two guards in front of the jail. The interrogator would soon come to test this man's will...

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At 6:00 in the morning, Harold L. P. walked into the cell of the captured man. Sitting in a chair directly across from the man, Harold waited for two men to place a table between Harold and the POW.

Taking a sip from his coffee, Harold asked "Hello, my name is Harold. Whats yours?"

Of course, he already knew who the man was. Uriel S. Triou. Wanted criminal. Associated with death squads, bombings, and assassinations. They had quite a file on him as the NIA (NeoAztec Intelligence Agency, CIA's Aztec equivalent) H.Q. Anyhow, they just wanted to learn a bit more about him.

When getting no response, Harold asked again.

"Who are you?"
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OOC: Anyone want to be the POW?

Triou told the man his name, but only after spitting in his face.

NeoAztec

03-10-2007, 02:34

Triou told the man his name, but only after spitting in his face.

Wipping the spit off his face, Harold shrugged. "'K," He said. "that was your free shot. Now," He said leaning forward. "down to business. Who are you working for?"

OOC: Feel free to make up a name of a terrorist group.

Great Majorca

03-10-2007, 02:57

http://i24.photobucket.com/albums/c8/zimnx/Majorca.gif

Royal Communique

I Prince Marek I of the Grand Duchy of Great Majorca, do hereby show my support for His Imperial Highness - Emporer Julius and pledge 1.75 Billion Crown Royals in immediate aid and a small contingent of 50 commandos from the Royal Guard to be placed under the command of His Imperial Majesty or those under his command. God Speed to a swift victory and return to peace in your land.

Best Regards,

Prince Marek I

Pro Patria Puritania

03-10-2007, 09:28

Wipping the spit off his face, Harold shrugged. "'K," He said. "that was your free shot. Now," He said leaning forward. "down to business. Who are you working for?"

OOC: Feel free to make up a name of a terrorist group.

"Here's my mission: to get supplies for the rebel stronghold of Schwarzwald. I'm working for the Christian Liberation Front. You might aswell turn me over to the imperial forces since I ain't telling you more."

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In the Imperial Palace:
"My Lord, we received this from the Grand Duchy of Great Majorca. You might want to take a look at it.", the Emperor's assistant said and handed him the paper. After quickly reading it, he said "Well. The money could come in handy in the rebuilding after the war. I suppose... the commandos could attempt an extraction of the rebel general in Schwarzwald. Tell them that, I have to go issue new orders to the airforce in Neu Bavaria." "Yes, my lord."

NeoAztec

03-10-2007, 15:47

"Here's my mission: to get supplies for the rebel stronghold of Schwarzwald. I'm working for the Christian Liberation Front. You might aswell turn me over to the imperial forces since I ain't telling you more."

Harold sighed. This was going to be painful. Taking a kit from his side, he opened up the case and took out some sharpened reeds.

While testing the reed's tip with his thumb, Harold nonchalantly said to Uriel "Do you know what these are? These are reeds, a common plant to NeoAztec area, and the Lexicon all together. Harmless plant by its self, but a slight problem for gardeners. However when inserted under the finger nails, it attack the base of the nerves under there. It is very painful let me tell you." He went behind the man and readied the reeds. Leaning over the man's shoulder he spoke. "Last chance. Who do you really work for?"

Pro Patria Puritania

03-10-2007, 17:29

Emporer Pudu

03-10-2007, 22:04

OOC: well, it doesn't. I'll post as soon as I get back from the pub. Btw Rat, I know Halo3 is an awesome game but it sure as hell can't beat WoW. :P

Her-e-tic! Her-e-tic! Her-e-tic!

btw, post coming soon.

Emporer Pudu

03-10-2007, 22:22

Pro Patria Puritania, Obernin's Camp, Trials of the Janissary Corps
Lined up in perfect rows stretching across the pot-hole strewn field that made up the majority of the inside of the prison camp, there were kneeling rebels. They were forced down and dragged into position earlier that day, and had been left in that situation for roughly five hours now. In rotating shifts, they were being supervised by about two-dozen Janissaries, in contrast to the roughly one-thousand foreigners arrayed there.

Surrounding the yard was a row of crude tent-barracks for the Janissaries, and a series of fenced-in pits for the rebels, where some few thousand still remained. About all of it was a series of about a dozen tall machine-gun towers, and beyond, a ten-foot earthen bank that enclosed the whole site. Beyond the rise, a single trench was dug, about fifty feet forward of the wall. It was about six feet deep and five feet wide, and was meant to halt any vehicular assault on the compound.

Standing at the head of the kneeling prisoners, now Field-Marshal Obernin stood impassively. Flanking him were a pair of Janissary guardsmen, standing in impeccable white uniforms and long flowing white great-coats, greatly contrasting the dirtied and torn uniforms of their companions.

Without saying a word to the crowd, Obernin walked over to the first prisoner, and, looking in his eyes, he asked in a level voice, "Where is your rebel commander?"

As expected, the foreign soldier said not a word, so Obernin shot him. He took two steps to the left.

The next man spat at him, and the third swore, and, body after body, Obernin moved on. His tone remained calm through the process, as if he were doing nothing more than asking for a cigarette.

There were one-thousand people here; every one of them couldn't want death, could they?

He moved on down the line, stopping only to reload his pistol...

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Meanwhile, only a few dozen miles away now, the Janissary reinforcement Corps was still moving. Five-hundred thousand soldiers and thousands of tanks and vehicles sped across the great swathe cut earlier by Obernin's divisions. They had established radio contact with the prison camp, and would arrive in a matter of hours.

Then, the war could continue.

NeoAztec

03-10-2007, 23:39

The man burst laughing. "That's all you're going to do? Your methods are nothing compared to what the imperial guys do to their prisoners: they'll strip you naked and make you sit on a chair with a convenient hole for your testies, and then smack them with baseball bats, electric shocks, acid, or just beat the living hell out of people, and the list goes on. But if you must know, I work for the Christian Liberation Front."

Harold smiled. "Oh no," He said. "this is only the first of many ways we have to torture you. The Imperials were creative, but we have more. First this, then we drip acid down your throat and on your hands. And if that doesn't loosen your tongue, the acid can easily be moved down to you nuts. And anyhow, I don't believe you work for the Christians. Of, and lastly, we are going to test a new weapon on you. And I promise you by the time we are finished, you will be begging to be killed." He quickly regained his composure and smugly grinned. "I must stop procrastinating and get to work." Harold then began to insert the sharpened reeds into the man's nails, one by one.

Pro Patria Puritania

04-10-2007, 07:34

Emporer Pudu

04-10-2007, 15:29

Hearing the shots, the rebel general took up his radio and gave the order for the 1st attack wave to start moving, along with Pvt. Rosenrot. He had looted a sniper rifle from the imperials and stayed behind, activated his infrared scope and started killing the janissaries off one by one when the 1st attack wave crushed the forward positions...

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He felt a burning pain, but still laughed maniacly. "Go on, gimme the best you can do."

OOC: Exactly how many of what are you attacking with.

/spawn generic defense post/

Emporer Pudu

04-10-2007, 18:39

Pro Patria Puritania, Obernin's Camp, Trials of the Janissary Corps
As the rebel guns opened fire on the Janissary positions, they responded in kind. The last remaining artillery opened fire on the hills from which these men seemed to pour endlessly; and only as soon as each successive attack was beaten off. Obernin gave up trying to interrogate the prisoners, and, with a wave, ordered them back into the pits. No sense in wasting lives, was there?

At the front, the machine gun posts opened fire, raking twenty-three millimeter rounds across the front of the advancing wave, a wave that was forced to abandon all cover if it wished to cross the kill zone to engage the camps defenses-proper. Marksmen and platoon snipers opened fire, the first group engaging anything they could pick out, while the dedicated snipers worked on countering the rebels snipers themselves.

Thousands of men took up positions on the great earth wall, opening fire casually with Simonov rifles and stolen firearms. They were in no danger yet, and they would now do everything they could to thin the horde. Every now and then a great white streak of smoke would mark the launch of a missile or rocket-propelled grenade. Such armed soldiers were then quickly forced to find new positions, so as not to draw attention to themselves and their weapons.

Great blasts of artillery rocked the camp, and sent hundreds into what little cover was available. Field Marshal Obernin and his staff took refuge in their old command APC, where he was brought up to speed; “Sir, the rebels appear to have had a large force in waiting just over the far hills; we’re still not sure what happened to our scouts out there, but we assume they’ve been killed.”

“What of our reinforcements, Colonel?” questioned Obernin,

“They are only a few hours off, and have made contact immediately after we dispatched our initial distress signal. Their force is composed of fifty divisions of fresh soldiers, and they will be put to good use,”

“Did they spedcify where they will be arriving?”

“Yes, actually, they’ve formulated a plan. They plan to make use of the speed of their half-dozen mechanized divisions and power of their new armor. For, as you know, our Corps has recently been outfitted with some rather advanced machines, courtesy of our government.”

“Excelent, but we’ll need those forces soon, or we’ll be swept aside,”

“Of course, that is why fully forty of their divisions are bound for this instillation. They are standard infantry, but come loaded with numerous battalions of attacked artillery, and will be a pivotal force in the battle,” He drew out a map and layed it down, “They will arrive in about an hour and a half’s time, here,” he pointed to the side of the valley opposite the rebel attack, a place directly behind the camp, “From up there they can position their artillery to counter enemy batteries, and generally lay hell down for everyone else,”

“Good, good,”

“There’s more. They’re moving six mechanized infantry divisions around behind the enemy’s force, three moving up each flank. They’re quite a ways off, so as not to draw attention to themselves. In five-hours time, they will be directly behind the attackers.” He pointed to another place on the map, where a river plain opened up beyond the camp valley, providing a wide space for battle, “And finally, we will strike. They have four armored divisions that will be moving into camp in only forty-five minutes, but for the sake of secrecy, they will be kept beyond our lip of the valley, to conceal our weapon until the time is right.”

“This sounds good Colonel; and even if we fail to encircle them, the least we can do is route them. Make it happen,”

The compartment snapped a quick salute, and each then turned to a monitor screen, and made contact with everyone necessary.

Only one element of the oncoming Janissary force was left without a purpose. This was the single division of black-robed, heavily armored and well trained Janissary Immortals, who were here to prove to their commanders their ultimate worth; and to relieve as many rebellious foreigners of their lives as possible.

Each man carried into battle a cut-down Kalashnikov, and in addition, a three-foot long kukri fighting knife. They were recruited from special forces and elite units captured or purchased by the Dominion, and were already accomplished killers, even before their… modifications.

The master of the Janissary Corps, foreign affairs officer Mr. White, in collusion with a compound’s Noble and subservient technical staff, had secured for a single division of his new Corps, extensive genetic and physical modification, in the style of the Imperial Praetorian Guard. These pseudo-Praetorians were under the direct control of Mr. White, however, and did not require the Emperor’s permission to wield, unlike their Imperial brethren.

Mr. White was building a shadow army to rival the Imperial Armed Forces themselves, and the Emperor knew yet nothing of it…

NeoAztec

05-10-2007, 04:11

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He felt a burning pain, but still laughed maniacly. "Go on, gimme the best you can do."

Harold took out his clippers and removed the reeds so that the tips stayed in. Moving, he took out a vial of mild acid and set up a small contraption that led over the terrorist's head, and dangled a rope over him, directly out of the man's reach. Taking the vial, he carefully poised it so it would drip slowly onto the man's body. Sniffing the air, Harold's stomach growled. Patting it, Harold spoke softly "Don't worry. We will get some of that soon." Harold quickly grabbed his bag and walked towards the exit. "Don't worry," He said to Uriel while laughing. "I am just getting a few more tools. I'll be back." If anyone had seen his face as he exited the room, they would have seen a feral hunger in his eyes.

OOC: Yes, he is a cannibal

Pro Patria Puritania

05-10-2007, 09:52

OOC: Exactly how many of what are you attacking with.

/spawn generic defense post/
OOC: 4 divisions

Pro Patria Puritania

05-10-2007, 15:29

Uriel still wasn't ready to talk. "These guys are nothing more than worms. They're not worthy of my knowledge." he thought to himself. "They're gonna need more than these pathetic methods."

NeoAztec

05-10-2007, 23:46

Uriel still wasn't ready to talk. "These guys are nothing more than worms. They're not worthy of my knowledge." he thought to himself. "They're gonna need more than these pathetic methods."

After roughly ten minutes, Harold returned to the room. Taking his bag, he removed salt & pepper shakers, a plate, and fork, spoon, and a steak knife. Looking at Uriel, he asked "Do you know what these are for?"

Pro Patria Puritania

07-10-2007, 17:05

"No, but I'm sure you're going to demonstrate.", Uriel replied.

Emporer Pudu

12-10-2007, 23:27

OOC: I need an attack post to work off. Also, how many guys/stuff do you have in a division.

NeoAztec

13-10-2007, 00:27

"No, but I'm sure you're going to demonstrate.", Uriel replied.

Harold smiled and picked up the salt shaker. "Yes i am-" He began. All of a sudden, the door banged open and in walked Sergent Percy Lee, flanked by two guards. "Sir, we are-" Percy was saying, but stopped when he saw Harold and Uriel. "Harold," Percy began. "what the HELL ARE YOU DOING????"

History land

13-10-2007, 06:46

Rogue Protoss

13-10-2007, 14:23

The Goverment of History Land gives support to the pope a goverment that says that they have the divine right to rule does not rule a blockade will be active to bolck all food,water and other shipments to the Emperor`s Goverment

We have decided to intervene!
we hereby give 18 billion dollars to the Emperors goverment and allow him use of our PENAL LEGIONS.
Militiarist Theocracy of Rogue Protoss

Emporer Pudu

13-10-2007, 19:38

The Goverment of History Land gives support to the pope a goverment that says that they have the divine right to rule does not rule a blockade will be active to bolck all food,water and other shipments to the Emperor`s Goverment

To: /Source Government Offending Remark
From: Mr. White, foreign affairs officer

If anything larger than an innertube with your flag on it comes within five-thousand kilometers of the soverign shores of Pro Patria Puritania than your minuscule attempt at independace will be utterly and forever destroyed, your people enslaved, and your land irradiated.

For the duration of this conflict your nation is thusly under the observation of the Dominion of Emperor Pudu; watch your step, lest you be found under someone else's.

Good day,
Mr. White.

Pro Patria Puritania

13-10-2007, 21:46

OOC: I need an attack post to work off. Also, how many guys/stuff do you have in a division.
OOC: The rebels have 20,000 men in a division + around 500 artillery pieces and 100 tanks.

IC:
As it became obvious that the 1st attack wave would fail the rebel artillery started shelling the Janissary forward positions. The shelling went on for 10 minutes and the 2nd attack wave (2,000 men) was launched, this time supported by 100MBTs (OOC: the rebels use T90s as MBTs). As soon as first tanks rolled onto the field Jannisary machine guns started raining their bullets onto them, but ofcourse, without much effect. The infantry used the tanks as cover and quickly made it into the enemy positions.

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To: Government of History Land
From: Emperor Julius Heide
By all means, blockade. The Empire is quite well-stocked with agricultural products. I will consider counter measures against your nation after the war has ended.

To: Government of Rogue Protoss
From: Emperor Julius Heide
Thank you for your aid. As for the penal legions, their presence is required on the middle front, south-west of New Teutoberg.

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Uriel was suprised, but Percy's interruption gave him the opportunity to break the chair he was handcuffed to. With a quick leap he was behind Harold, chocking him. He whispered "The tables have turned old man. You won't live to see the dawn." and then said to Percy "One false step and this guy dies. Open the cuffs and hand me your gun."

Rogue Protoss

13-10-2007, 22:32

To: Government of Rogue Protoss
From: Emperor Julius Heide
Thank you for your aid. As for the penal legions, their presence is required on the middle front, south-west of New Teutoberg.

please note they are most useful in human wave tactics and on the flanks
they shall have with them a gift to the EMperor from the Supreme Council: A Sword made of 100% pure Arguse Crystal

The Horned Rat

14-10-2007, 00:29

From: Imperial Military HQ
The battle had raged for several days, and the rebel soldiers were getting tired and thought of surrendering. However, their commanders ordered their men to dig in for a last stand. They received new artillery and anti-aircraft weapons and some tanks, but the situation seemed hopeless. All they could do now was to wait for the skaven onslaught.

The skaven had been stalled by their strength. Numbers. The Rebels had taken to making use of the cumbersome nature of tanks, craters and wreckage to slow and then destroy any armor advances. Eventually they halted trying to crush the entire pocket through rolling voer them and focused on bombarding them with tens of thousands of field artillery pieces and a couple thousand mobile artillery vehicles.

In an effort to end this costly slug-fest, skaven field command received permission to make use of a handful of battlefield-class neutron bombs. Normally such weapons are considered a last resort, however skaven do not see things as normal people do. Their population is always easily replaced, and live in a palce already irradiated. So a nuclear holocaust usually meant a little bit of rebuilding to the enemy's complete annihilation.

A pair of the high-altitude aircraft they had acquired frm DRC had been given a neutron bomb each. They launched, and within fifteen minutes at 4:45 am, dropped the nuclear grade weapons on the rebel pocket.

The two weapons covered a total distance of two-thousand yards, ensuring any organic creature not behind six feet of shielded material were killed almost instantly. In a very short amount of time, the radiation disappeared due to a fast half-life. And with that the skaven began to roll forward to crush whatever was left...

Emporer Pudu

14-10-2007, 04:22

Pro Patria Puritania, Obernin's Camp, Trials of the Janissary Corps
Eemii Okulov shuddered as another blast from one of the foreigners' tanks impacted the earthen berm. Thousands of screaming rebels were following the great beasts, and the Janissaries had very limited artillery, and were replying on the anti-tank rocket launchers, like the one Eemii was clutching at that very moment.

As the tanks guns silenced for a moment, as it reloaded, Eemii topped the wall; leveling the tube of the unwieldy thing at the vehicle, he pulled the trigger on the pistol grip below, and was greeted by a shudder and then a blast of hot air down his back as the missile began its short journey.

Impacting perfectly, the round crushed the side-armor of the old tank, which seconds later was bathed in a red-hot glow as the fire erupted out of the foot-wide hole in its steel.

Breathing heavily, Eemii ducked back below his cover, as the infantry following that tank began to pepper his hill with small-arms fire. Nearby, he could only watch - watch as his comrades were gunned down, as he lay in the dust, gasping for air...

The enemy artillery fire was advancing on his position, and their infantry was making more progress behind the tank wave, but the defenders were still confident. A few hundred yards ahead of the berm that was sheltering so many of them, there was still the massive anti-tank ditch.

About eight-hundred yards away from Eemii's fight, something else was going on. Here, the mortar teams were engaging the enemy from concealed pits; but they were not alone. A small team of engineers huddled around a single flickering screen, the leader of which had his hand on a rusty metal box, where a single button was lit from within. They were waiting patiently, for as soon as the enemy tanks or infantry began to cross the forward ditches en masse, he would press that illuminated button, and send them up in smoke...

For, before the battle was joined, the floor of the trench was lined with a series of heavy shaped charges, buried just deep enough to avoid detection. As soon as a tank crashed overhead, or the infantry hordes huddled inside, their floor would explode beneath them... And the ditch would be gone, replaced by eight feet of loose earth and stone - nearly as good a defense against the great heavy tanks as the ditch was anyway...

Eemii, however, knew nothing of this, and - as he popped up for his second shot - only wished the battle would end, one way or the other...

Rogue Protoss

14-10-2007, 15:44

OOC: Do you want me to role play the penal legions or u use them

Pro Patria Puritania

16-10-2007, 11:22

OOC: yeah, it would be better if you did

IC:
The first rebel tanks reached the forward trench, followed closely by infantry. The explosion threw the tanks several meters into the air. The 2nd attack wave was effectively destroyed only with a few hundred men and some tanks surviving. A second artillery barrage was launced followed by a red signal in the sky. Seeing the signal, the rest of the rebel troops (70,000 men and some 300 tanks) charged into the Janissary positions. In the mean time, Pvt. Rosenrot had Eemii's face in his scope and took his shot just when Eemii took his. As the first tank reached the ex-ditch and sank in, engineers were sent to set up crossing points while the infantry and tanks provided fire cover. After the crossing points had been set up, the attack rolled forward.

Emporer Pudu

16-10-2007, 15:49

Rogue Protoss

16-10-2007, 16:24

Deployed to the Front Lines on New Teutoborg, Prelate Artanis Hurridly went and asked for the commanding officer to ask where he could have the most use from his troops

NeoAztec

16-10-2007, 19:49

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Uriel was suprised, but Percy's interruption gave him the opportunity to break the chair he was handcuffed to. With a quick leap he was behind Harold, chocking him. He whispered "The tables have turned old man. You won't live to see the dawn." and then said to Percy "One false step and this guy dies. Open the cuffs and hand me your gun."

Percy knew this man was obviously crazed. "Sir," He began. "let Mr. Jackson go. I am just a surprised a you are. We will trial him for war crimes, but calm down and let him go, and we can both walk away from this happy." The two soldiers flanking him kept their rifles aimed a Harold and Uriel.

Harold just laughed as Uriel told him that. "I have lived my life eating well, so you may as well get it over with."

Tel Amur

16-10-2007, 21:08

Unit 7 had been alerted that the battle had been going poorly for the Pudite forces at Obernin's Camp. They were picked up from their previous position, where they had been assisting in keeping captured cities under control, by the Tel Amurian 105th Vipers (our specialized helicopter force) which had just been reorganized since the fall of Barudii. They made all haste to Obernin's camp in order to buy time for the Pudite reinforcements. Sighting the battle in the distance, the helicopters increased their speed to top and Unit 7 began to ready their equipment.

Air Fleet consists of:
20 Viper attack helicopters
10 Viper ATs (armor transport)
2 Chinook helicopters

Ground forces consist of:
20 members of Unit 7
10 "Bloody Mary" anti-tank armor
80 National Guard infantry

Viper helicopters are Cobra attack helicopters except they have been modernized (in weaponry,powerplant, and slight armor improvements) as well as being given the ability to carry 2 passengers in specialized pods beneath the fuselage.

Unit 7 is Tel Amur's special forces. They are trained heavily in sabatouge, demolitions, marksmanship, and squad tactics. Standard armanment is M14 and fragmentation grenades, although different armanments are given for specialized missions.

Bloody Mary anti armor are vehicles designed for destruction of mechanized infantry and enemy armor at long range with surgical precision. They are built on the chassis of a german ferdinand tank destroyer but armor is lightened and various components are modernized. Power plant swapped for dual diesel engines. Armament is a 8.8 cm FlaK 41 modified to fit. Also useable against slow moving aircraft.

Pro Patria Puritania

17-10-2007, 20:52

Pro Patria Puritania, Obernin's Camp, Trials of the Janissary Corps
Andrei Kachan shuddered as the shots closed in around him; Janissary machine guns continued to rake across the front of the onrushing horde, but marksman fire from the enemy lines was beginning to thin the ranks of more specialized soldiers. Andrei himself, manning a heavy KPV anti-aircraft machine gun against the advancing armor was only minutes before made the target of a slightly less-than-successful sniper.

Having abandoned the machine gun, thinking it would only draw more fire, he now hoisted an AK-74, stolen from one of the hundreds of bodies piling up at the bottom of the earthen ridge. As they died, they rolled down and out of the way, conveniently enough. Unfortunately – or fortunately, depending on whose perspective – the bodies also created a barrier behind the soldiers on the berm; one no man was too anxious to cross.

Thousands had died, with combined artillery barrages and the sheer volume of fire, and even more were destroyed by precision rifle and tank fire. In short, the was going badly…

Roughly two-thousand Janissaries remained to fight, and were holding the line as best they could, but were simply not numerous enough to hold off the onrushing tide of bodies. In some isolated points on the berm, rebels had already crested the rise, and were fighting their way across. Janissaries, ignoring the piles of bodies and flaming wreckage of what artillery the Imperial troops had maintained, hundreds of White’s slave-soldiers fell back to the barracks buildings and the prisoner compounds made empty by Obernin’s ‘interrogation’.

If they could not hold the berm, they would make it impossible for the enemy to hold the camp.

Andrei himself still lay flat on his stomach at the edge of the berm, firing blindly – without exposing his head – at the attackers. It was for this reason, and the fact that the soldiers fighting around him had been thinned to none, that he was unaware as the first rebels began to mount his section of barrier.

A foreigner leapt to the top of the rise, and began to fire wildly into the camp, ignoring Andrei a few feet to his left. Andrei, taking advantage, overcame his sheer surprise, and firing a quick pair of rounds into the man’s gut.

However, no sooner was this done, that a pair of men emerged more cautiously just ahead of him. The first man’s head poked carefully over the edge, and Andrei filled it with lead and steel. The second man fell flat, and crawled back a few inches.

Andrei, having no grenades, had no way to fight the man without actually climbing the ridge, and all he had was his hope that the man opposite him was in the same situation.

For seconds that felt like hours, Andrei and the man waited, but then, suddenly, both were shaken out of their fear of the other by a mighty crash only a few yards down the berm. The rebel engineers had manufactured a small bridge across the soft earth, and a foreign tank had just crested the wall.

Taking advantage of the momentary shock, the man opposite Andrei stood and bolted to his right, to join the tank. However, he did not make it, caught halfway as he was, by a single 7.62mm round.

Now, though, Andrei realized that the berm was lost, and began his sprint back across the body wall to the rear of the camp. Only seconds after standing, the ground around him was raked by machine-gun fire from the tank, and only a dive over the piled corpses saved him. Only a few feet away, he could hear the heavy-caliber rounds thudding loudly into the soft flesh, blasting away organs and bone in a sickening cacophony.

Andrei lay there, sliding under a couple of still-warm bodies, and prepared to wait-out the assault – watching as a dead man, as his camp prepared to fall…

Like the others, he had no way to know how close salvation – and a few hundred thousand men – were…
Old Teutoberg, Pro Patria Puritania
The rebuilding of the city was well under way. A military parade was being held in one of the city's undamaged suburban centers. The parade consisted of a small fraction of the 5th Imperial Army Group (4,000,000 men, 4,000 tanks, 4,000 artillery pieces), which had secretly executed the personal guard units which had been put under its control. As the parade stopped to hail its commander, a man dressed in a priest's robe walked up to him and killed him. He then turned the microphone on and spoke: "In the name of our Lord, Jesus Christ we shall crush the heretics! Hail, warriors of God!" and the soldiers replied "Hail!". The army group then started its march toward the Pudite beach head. The army group was a great asset to the rebels as it was equipped with the best weapons available and, of course, trained well. For the Imperial military, it was only a minor setback.

As for Mercedes' divisions, the Tel Amurian fire was causing problems, but they managed to set up defensive positions. Using the Janissary corpses they built a large wall. Pvt. Rosenrot was among those doing the dirty and foul work, when he found someone hiding in the corpse pile. After hitting the man's face with his shovel, he dragged him to the command post for questioning and got back to his work. He and his comrades dug up a deep trench in front of the main defence line to prevent enemy tanks and infantry from getting too close and set up blocks of concrete 2 meters apart from eachother. They then returned to their positions behind the defence line - the 25th sniper regiment. All that was done under constant fire from the Tel Amurian helicopters, some of which were shot down by the few AA cannons the rebels had managed to set up - and more were to follow. Mercedes' forces were ready for the attack.

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As the skaven onslaught began to roll over the rebel positions, most of the remaining men threw their weapons away and came out of their potholes with their hands up. The skaven didn't seem to care much about them as they just rolled past them toward the positions of the rebel elite troops - the Paladins of the Holy Cross, who were armed to the teeth and heavily armoured with bazookas, MGs with explosive bullets, and bullets inherited from the Imperial Army filled with botulin.

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Uriel strangled Harold fairly quickly and dropped his dead body on the floor and said to Percy. "Eh? War crimes? If you were going to try THIS lilttle puppet for war crimes then you should try the whole Imperial Army. They're much better at torture than you guys here."

Emporer Pudu

17-10-2007, 23:34

NeoAztec

18-10-2007, 01:11

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Uriel strangled Harold fairly quickly and dropped his dead body on the floor and said to Percy. "Eh? War crimes? If you were going to try THIS lilttle puppet for war crimes then you should try the whole Imperial Army. They're much better at torture than you guys here."

Percy just raised his tazer and fired at Uriel, sending him onto the ground out cold. He looked at Harold's body and shook his head. "You were a ****in' crazy cannibal, H." Turning to his guards, he told them. "Tie this freak up. He's just been committed to the 'Shredder' program. Get his sorry ass up to the Facility." He than left the room, with the two guards chaining Uriel together. Outside, they loaded him into a metal cell. No windows, only one door, no way out, it looks like Uriel would have to wait till they got to the so called "Facility" to find out what is going to become of him...

Pro Patria Puritania

18-10-2007, 07:22

OOC: You always manage to find the one soldier in the whole army I gave a name to, don't you? I don't feel like RP'ing the questioning - it'll only slow things down, so here you go: He'll tell you everything he knows, which is precisely nothing. He knows what the camp looks like, that there are about two-thousand prisoners there, and General Obernin is in charge...

Also, for some reason, four-million men does not seem to be a notable sum for a nation that couldn’t sustain more than seven-million soldiers - even with a ten-percent (civil)wartime recruitment rate. Not to mention that some of that seven million must have gone over to the rebels.

I can only assume that the Imperial government has collapsed, and the rebels now run the nation...
OOC: I didn't give you a name. I assumed that others did the same as Andrei, if not I'll gladly remove that part and for the questioning, I'll just make it so that none of the prisoners tell/know anything and they get executed if that's ok. By a minor set back I mean that the Imperial government has something big planned and, if you wouldn't have jumped to a conclusion, as the rebels marched towards your troops a notable part of this army group is secretly loyal to the Emperor but is just waiting for a perfect time to betray their new commanders. And by big I mean several tactical nukes set to explode in the southern regions. The Imperial army stands at about 4 million men after the 4 million men deduction as the empire conscripts people amongst the countless prisoners who are willing to get a chance at redeeming themselves rather than rotting in their cells. The area of the rebel territorry on the (crappy and outdated) map I posted is quite sparsely populated excluding the 2 major cities with populations of 1,2 million (New Teutoberg including the metropolitan area) and 2,1 million (Old Teutoberg including the metropolitan area). I haven't posted an updated map about the frontlines yet as making it takes time and time is what I don't have at the moment, coming soon tho.

Emporer Pudu

18-10-2007, 22:25

OOC: I didn't give you a name. I assumed that others did the same as Andrei, if not I'll gladly remove that part and for the questioning, I'll just make it so that none of the prisoners tell/know anything and they get executed if that's ok. By a minor set back I mean that the Imperial government has something big planned and, if you wouldn't have jumped to a conclusion, as the rebels marched towards your troops a notable part of this army group is secretly loyal to the Emperor but is just waiting for a perfect time to betray their new commanders. And by big I mean several tactical nukes set to explode in the southern regions. The Imperial army stands at about 4 million men after the 4 million men deduction as the empire conscripts people amongst the countless prisoners who are willing to get a chance at redeeming themselves rather than rotting in their cells. The area of the rebel territorry on the (crappy and outdated) map I posted is quite sparsely populated excluding the 2 major cities with populations of 1,2 million (New Teutoberg including the metropolitan area) and 2,1 million (Old Teutoberg including the metropolitan area). I haven't posted an updated map about the frontlines yet as making it takes time and time is what I don't have at the moment, coming soon tho.

OOC: I really didn't care about the finding my named guys things, I just thought it really specific, very strange. I can just keep imagining up names for people (until you kill all the ones in the camp, that is, =p).

Conscripting from prisoners is exactly the same as conscripting from normal people, 'cept you might not have to pay them. Still requires food, mechanics, truck-drivers, etc.

Anyway, I'll post either today or tomorrow, I'm getting steadily busier and busier on NS as winter comes around, and fall sports come to an end. As such, there are a couple major wars I'm watching...

Pro Patria Puritania

19-10-2007, 10:29

Conscripting from prisoners is exactly the same as conscripting from normal people, 'cept you might not have to pay them. Still requires food, mechanics, truck-drivers, etc.
OOC: Slave labour and looting. :P

Emporer Pudu

19-10-2007, 15:24

OOC: Slave labour and looting. :P

OOC: ... equals abysmal preformance. But, bodies are bodies.

The Horned Rat

19-10-2007, 15:27

Lighter reconnaissance vehicles zoomed forward, each packed to the brim with soldiers. A variety of automatic or explosive weapons were sticking out of the windows, many had torn of tops so a whole squad could fit up top and fire on the enemy. They all drove with a death wish, bouncing all over from craters and wreckage, but this only served to psyche up the clanrats even more as the rebels began surrendering. More than one vehicle began shouting jeers in their foul language before unleashing hails of gunfire, more often than not killing someone inside the vehicle than outside.

The heavier tanks were grinding their way forward, being waved on by the tank commanders. The majority of what was left racing forward came from the clanrat elements as the deathvermin were re-organizing and the stormvermin were busy collecting the POWs who hadn't been shot or eaten by a charging skaven.

Farther back where the skaven advance was more methodical and slow paced, the honor guard of the Council were amassing alongside the elite of the skaven military, stormvermin. One of the command tanks fitted with a secondary EWE had halted while the rest of his company reformed on his position. Sitting on top of the open hatch, the skaven was peering off at the distant fortification that were still maintained by the rebel's. The fact that they still held their position despite use of nuclear weapons meant they were either suicidal or die-hard. Tough meat.

He had only a few official decorations on the dark grey uniform the stormvermin were issued, they were mostly from rebellion oppressions and the unique one was from the Kobold war. This war was intended to be different, but the rebel's had unity and equipment were as the kobold's simply had preparation and numbers. Oddly enough, both wars were taking on similar actions.

He rapped his fist into the side of the tank twice to call their attention before shouting inside, "Tell the stupid fucks to keep away from the clanrats and rebel pocket! High command will sacrifice the scum to take out that last pocket, and I don't really want to see the big horned guy just yet."

There was a clicking sound followed by a hum, all with a rhythmic pneumatic hiss. The black-furred skaven commander half-twitched as he looked towards the deathvermin. No one liked them very much as they all had the authority a commissar did in the fallen Soviet Russia, and tended to wield for whatever they determined was "the good of the council".

His scarred reflection looked back at him from the armor-clad soldier's plates. The pair of baleful glowing green eyes studied him, the warpstone seem to burn into him down to his very soul, and it most likely was. It snorted briefly, sending out a billowing cloud of some gaseous vapor before the inorganic altered voice spoke, "You are not fearful of dying for the great and necessary cause of our god are you Captain? The lowly clanrats and even slaves do not have fear, they charge our foes even as we speak to take as many screaming to hell with them, perhaps you should take their example before a liquidation is in order..."

Before the stormvermin could even reply with an almost incoherent apology or a snarled insult, the deathvermin latched onto a passing tank rumbling closer to the remaining pocket. Thus letting the captain exhale loudly. That'd been close. Soldiers could often be executed for simply pausing to reload in the midst of battle, much less halting to regroup.

At that moment however, the sky became illuminated with the light of a small sun over the elite of the rebel military. A blistering heat wave washed over them before dissipating and they all knew what'd happen, just like in the Kobold war.

A third bomb had been dropped to completely vaporize what resistance was left...

Emporer Pudu

19-10-2007, 15:50

Pro Patria Puritania, Obernin's Camp, Trials of the Janissary Corps
As the foreigners hauled their way over the collapsing berm and established a sort of 'beachhead' behind the fallen bodies, the Janissaries began to collect. Machine guns and rocket launchers salvaged from the retreat were set up in the remaining buildings, and small patrols began wandering through the tightly-packed web of barracks structures.

Mortars fire was maintained steadily, dropping high explosive onto the onrushing hordes of enemy infantry, and even hoping to score rear- or side-armor hits on foreign armor.

Rifle fire was sporadic, as the rebels had not yet advanced into the compound, save for a few isolated bands of brave - and now deceased - men. The Janissaries were still warriors, and they still believed in their salvation.

Meanwhile, in the rear of the camp, explosives were being set. At the highest edge of a nearly twenty-foot deep chasm, shaped charges were laid to destroy the top of that hole, and bring it down on those inside.

Those inside - the remaining prisoners from the captured rebel column. If the Emperor couldn't have them, the enemy couldn't either... In a matter of minutes, tons of earth and stone would condemn these thousands to an early grave. Quite literally.

And even while the prison camp was preparing for the worst, their salvation was only minutes away. Even as the mortar fire rained down on advancing soldiers, one-hundred and fifty-five millimeter shells joined them. Hundreds of thousands of pounds of explosives supplemented the Janissary defense.

Artillery pieces set up behind the ridge beyond the camp - out of line-of-sight of the rebels - were arrived.

And seconds later, the infantry came. Cresting the hill in brilliant formation, thousands of white-robed warriors, bearing new arms and more advanced weaponry, embarked on their triumphant march down the hill.

Keeping formation, like some eighteenth-century duel between nobles, the Janissary reinforcement’s front line opened fire, rifle volleys undoubtedly falling short, but announcing their presence.

They would make it into the camp, they would keep formation against the heaviest bombardment, and soon, their steel will would be pitted against the foreigners arrayed in the valley before them...

And, if one would look, further signs of relief were to be seen. Armored columns, equipped with new Lyran-made armored vehicles, sped around the edge of the battlefield, raising a dust-cloud to be seen for miles. They would encircle the rebels, and destroy them... This battle would be won, at any cost.

The situation was not so triumphant at the beachhead, however. Having been largely deserted of soldiers, following their march on the prison camp, there was little to no defense to array against the oncoming rebel army from the north.

And as such, the command structure and logistics established there - simply re-boarded their ships. Air-superiority fighters and helicopters would keep their floating command center safe, and from there, the armies of the enemy couldn't touch them - until reinforcements could arrive...

This would be the first great test of a Janissary field army, and soon, it would swell with millions of new bodies. These shores would run red with the blood of the foreigner and the Janissary alike, all done without any knowledge of the Emperor in whose name they died...

Pro Patria Puritania

20-10-2007, 22:14

Pvt. Rosenrot took his rifle, got a Janissary face in the middle of his scope and fired. He smiled when he saw the man's face burst and his brain spilled on his comrades. 99 other men did the same, some smiled and some didn't.

The rebel machinegunners waited until the first Janissaries were almost at point-blank range, instantly killing hundreds. A massive explosion went off, burying the entire left flank of the rebel divions.

Salvation was only 10 kilometres away, however and it would only take a few minutes for the first reinforcements to arrive. Foolishly enough, the army group's new commander had ordered General Reinholm, who still was loyal to the Emperor, and his troops (1,4 million men) to be in front and the first ones to reinforce their "comrades". Wearing their imperial uniforms, 40,000 of his men charged into the back of the rebels using Blitzkrieg tactics, quickly destroying them. Reinholm sent a message to the Janissary command, saying that he has 1,4 million friendly soldiers, ready to help them fend off the oncoming rebel horde.

OOC: Rat, reply inc soon.

Emporer Pudu

22-10-2007, 02:13

OOC: I'm assuming the rebels actually attacking the camp were destroyed by the still-loyal Imperials and my Janissaries.

Pro Patria Puritania, Obernin's Camp, Trials of the Janissary Corps
Only hours before, thousands of Janissaries occupied this valley, safe behind numerous defenses, and secure in their belief that the rebels were nearing defeat. As it was, that belief was false, and many of those Janissaries were dead...

Now, there were roughly five-hundred thousand Janissaries assembled in the valley, all well-trained and equipped to a level beyond that of the previous inhabitants, and now, veterans of battle. They were joined by a force of nearly one-and-a-half million loyal Imperial soldiers of Puritania.

With the battle won, the surviving - now Field Marshal - Obernin set about creating what defenses could be salvaged before the rest of the rebel army before them could arrive. The earthen walls were rebuilt, and mines and explosives were again laid. If they would come, they would not be welcomed with surprise, but with a serried wall of defenses...

Beyond these soldiers, there was a force of ten-thousand warriors, men with skill above and beyond that of their comrades. They were not camped in the valley, like the remainder of the Janissary force, but at the height of the rear ridge - away from the eyes of the foreigner and Janissary alike. These men were the Immortals; the most deadly of all of White's slave-soldiers, recruited from foreign special forces units and veteran forces. Now, augmented by Pudite training and a rigorous regimen of indoctrination and propaganda, they were killing machines; their only purpose was to bring death...

They were ready to do their duty.

Tel Amur

22-10-2007, 20:51

The Tel Amurian Forces regrouped and took stock of their losses. Commander Yuri Slovak travelled to the Pudite camp and asked that he might speak with the Commander of Pudite operations in Pro Patria Protania. Slovak was confident that he would be able to speak to him, he was quite used to getting what he wanted

Air Fleet now consists of:
16 Viper attack helicopters
9 Viper ATs (armor transport)
2 Chinook helicopters

Ground forces consist of:
20 members of Unit 7
9 operational "Bloody Mary" anti-tank armor, 1 requiring minor repairs
20 National Guard infantry (the cannon fodder always die)

Pro Patria Puritania

23-10-2007, 00:21

All that remained of the rebel troops in the sector was a handful of Paladins and 2 rebel generals, hiding in their underground bunker. The Paladins sealed all exits in hopes that the skaven wouldn't detect their presence before the imperial forces did, as they thought that the Emperor would show them more mercy than the skaven.

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OOC: yeah, they were destroyed.
IC:

The next morning, the rebel ground assault began, suprisingly without artillery support. Thousands of assault rifles rifles were fired simultaniously on both sides, the only difference was that the imperial and Janissary rifles were fired from trenches and the rebel rifles were fired while the men carrying them were running.

High above the battlefield, 2 transport aircraft from the Imperial Airforce were getting ready to drop their load; 200 men from an organization which was going to replace the Emperor's personal guard. Clones, completely immune to propaganda and loyal, trained since childhood and in perfect physical condition. The men were paradropped 10 kilometres behind the frontlines and quickly made their way to meet with general Reinholm.

By Reinholm's orders the 200 clones took up positions in the middle of the lines after the initial rebel attack force was defeated. Shortly afterwards, a new attack began. A storm was coming.

Tel Amur

23-10-2007, 19:20

The Tel Amurian forces responded quickly to the combat between Imperial and Rebel forces, stationing themselves at the top of a hill overlooking the battlefield. Unit 7 fixed thermal scopes to their assault rifles and began casually bringing down the rebel soldiers. The remaining National Guard set up mortars and, along with the Bloody Marys, provided indirect fire support to the Imperial Clones. The Vipers began pummeling the rebel charge with rockets and .50 cal bullets. At this time, the rebels were no threat, and the Tel Amurian forces treated the battle as nothing but target practice.

Emporer Pudu

24-10-2007, 00:18

Pro Patria Puritania

24-10-2007, 02:07

Pro Patria Puritania, Obernin's Camp, Trials of the Janissary Corps
Field Marshal Obernin sat in the rear of his personal command armored vehicle, surrounded, as he usually was, by a cadre of divisional commanders and communications officers.

"I've been spending far to much time in this damned APC for the past three days - how many fucking soldiers does this country have?"

Obernin's 2iC, Mikolai Nabialok, responded; "Field Marshal; these rebels are becoming more and more desperate, and, quite simply, the nation will run out of fighting men,"

"The problem is, all the ones they have are right here! I've fought through this valley three times now; it's not even like it's such a valuable piece of land! They're like toddlers - they only want it because we have it!"

Mikolai nodded, with a chuckle, "Toddlers with rifles, remember that. Only a few hours ago, we lost over five-thousand men in this valley,"

"Precisely why we're bringing in reinforcements. Obviously, this Legion I'm commanding now is not enough, there are millions of these men, and even if we drive them off today, we cannot hope to destroy them,"

Obernin then handed a single folder across the APC to his officer, "That is why I have today requested the use of the remainder of the 1st Imperial Janissary Field Army..."

Even as the conversation moved on, six-thousand kilometers away, a force was rallying. One-and-a-half million souls - warriors all - prepared to move. A fleet was readied, one-hundred and fifty heavy transports, escorted by a small fleet, comprised of roughly thirty ships, moved ahead.

This fleet would arrive off-shore of Pro Patria Puritania in a few days' time, whereupon they would merge with their earlier-deployed Legion, to end the war...

Meanwhile, only a kilometer or so away from Obernin's conversation, a battle still raged. Imperial Janissaries held their positions, hundreds of thousands of soldiers, firing volley after volley into the advancing foes.

Massive artillery strikes ravaged the enemy lines, and the reddish-white streaks of missile fire stormed into any rebel armor, blowing great holes in the advancing forces.

Overhead, Janissary helicopter gunships cruised up and down the defensive perimeter, with large, unguided rockets firing off into the onrushing mass, crushing whole platoons with death from on high. More accurate fire steamed from the mouth of heavy autocannons and machine guns, raking across the foreigners.

And below, hastily-laid minefields only waited for some unlucky soul to touch-off a delicate pressure trigger...

Death came from below, ahead, and above... The line would hold, the enemy would falter...
From: Paladins of the Holy Cross
To: Marshal Obernin
Your pathetic attempt to save the empire is futile. The Emperor will not dare to use one single tactical nuke on his own soil. We, however will fight to the last man.

Meanwhile, the clones had killed 100,000 rebels alone (having suffered 90 casualties themselves), and the Imperial forces under Reinholms command had suffered only 2,140 casualties (140 dead and 2,000 wounded). The clones were doing a good job, never getting tired or feeling remorse for the men they were raining death upon. After all, the rebels were nothing more but Christians and the Imperial forces fought for the one and only, righteous, cause. To save the Empire.

As soon as the message from the Paladins reached Obernin's command vehicle, and was intercepted by the Imperial troops, thousands of missiles (filled with Phosgene Gas, ofcourse), were launced from the missile sites near Nova Puritania to the few last remaining rebel strongholds of Schwarzwald, Mitleid and Polarstern. Several thousands of rebel soldiers died, leaving the forward positions of these strongholds defenseless. The Imperial forces, ofcourse, took advantage of the situation, and wearing their checimal protective suits stormed into the strongholds, taking 51,414 prisoners and killing many, many more.. The prisoners ofcourse were used for slave labour.

Reinholm sent a message to the Emperor, informing Him that the clones were the most effective fighing force ever on the planet.

As for the Janissaries, Reinholm wasn't like Kalb and didn't care what would become of them. The 2nd attack was also defeated, this time the Imperial forces suffered 971 casualties and the rebels 10,014, counting the casualties inflicted by the Janissaries.

At dawn, general Reinholm switched fresh troops to the frontlines (exl. the clones of course). The rebels were short on armor, as the Imperials had taken 1,414 tanks with them. As such, the rebels had to use human wave tactics and sent 400,000 men across the valley, and sent a greeting to the Tel Amurian mortars with their massive artillery.

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Uriel woke up in his cell. He couldn't see a thing, and checked his fake tooth for the cyanide pill. It was still there. He began banging on the cell's door, until he heard foot steps.

OOC: pardon any typos, but I'm sure you would make typos aswell after having drunk 2 bottles of Diesel (20%vol and 2 24-packs of beer) :P

Tel Amur

24-10-2007, 17:10

...sent a greeting to the Tel Amurian mortars with their massive artillery. :P

The Tel Amurian "Bloody Mary" anti armor responded swiftly, diverting their fire towards the rebel artillery. What was left of the National Guard who had been operating the mortars quickly retreated and began constructing various earthworks as well as building a tunnel system.

Meanwhile
Tel Amurian president Mikhail Haird received word of the Pudite request for more soldiers. 750 thousand of Tel Amur's soldiers were quickly dispatched to PPP to reinforce their bretheren.

NeoAztec

24-10-2007, 22:15

--

Uriel woke up in his cell. He couldn't see a thing, and checked his fake tooth for the cyanide pill. It was still there. He began banging on the cell's door, until he heard foot steps.

OOC: pardon any typos, but I'm sure you would make typos aswell after having drunk 2 bottles of Diesel (20%vol and 2 24-packs of beer) :P

OOC: Sorry about the short post. And you set a bad example.

Colonel Ives went to the prison cell to see about the new... test subject. This one was very interesting. Terrorist and a murder of an interrogator. Yes, this one will be interesting...

Emporer Pudu

24-10-2007, 22:16

From: Paladins of the Holy Cross
To: Marshal Obernin
Your pathetic attempt to save the empire is futile. The Emperor will not dare to use one single tactical nuke on his own soil. We, however will fight to the last man.

Meanwhile, the clones had killed 100,000 rebels alone (having suffered 90 casualties themselves), and the Imperial forces under Reinholms command had suffered only 2,140 casualties (140 dead and 2,000 wounded). The clones were doing a good job, never getting tired or feeling remorse for the men they were raining death upon. After all, the rebels were nothing more but Christians and the Imperial forces fought for the one and only, righteous, cause. To save the Empire.

As soon as the message from the Paladins reached Obernin's command vehicle, and was intercepted by the Imperial troops, thousands of missiles (filled with Phosgene Gas, ofcourse), were launced from the missile sites near Nova Puritania to the few last remaining rebel strongholds of Schwarzwald, Mitleid and Polarstern. Several thousands of rebel soldiers died, leaving the forward positions of these strongholds defenseless. The Imperial forces, ofcourse, took advantage of the situation, and wearing their checimal protective suits stormed into the strongholds, taking 51,414 prisoners and killing many, many more.. The prisoners ofcourse were used for slave labour.

Reinholm sent a message to the Emperor, informing Him that the clones were the most effective fighing force ever on the planet.

As for the Janissaries, Reinholm wasn't like Kalb and didn't care what would become of them. The 2nd attack was also defeated, this time the Imperial forces suffered 971 casualties and the rebels 10,014, counting the casualties inflicted by the Janissaries.

At dawn, general Reinholm switched fresh troops to the frontlines (exl. the clones of course). The rebels were short on armor, as the Imperials had taken 1,414 tanks with them. As such, the rebels had to use human wave tactics and sent 400,000 men across the valley, and sent a greeting to the Tel Amurian mortars with their massive artillery.

From: General Reinholm
To: Marshal Obernin
One of my scouts overheard your conversation in your APC. The Empire will not run out of soldiers, I assure you. The land here isn't valuable, but as the rebel scum have amassed a notable portion of their forces here, it is of great strategic importance. However, the rebel horde we are facing can be effectively destroyed by eliminating their commanders of the most of the rebels are only fighting in fear of their superiours' wrath.

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Uriel woke up in his cell. He couldn't see a thing, and checked his fake tooth for the cyanide pill. It was still there. He began banging on the cell's door, until he heard foot steps.

OOC: pardon any typos, but I'm sure you would make typos aswell after having drunk 2 bottles of Diesel (20%vol and 2 24-packs of beer) :P

OOC: Yeah, umm... There is no way for you to have heard that conversation. At all.

See, the dialogue is only meant to explain something that I am going to do; in this case, bring in another million and a half Janissaries, because soldiers keep popping out of the ground over here.

This is the same kind of specific response thing that went on when I named my soldiers in the battle. Things like this are happening all the time, not only when I mention it, and there's no way you're going to hear anything he says in there - or many other places, really.

Pro Patria Puritania

24-10-2007, 23:36

OOC: edited accordingly

The Horned Rat

25-10-2007, 16:03

OOC:
All that remained of the rebel troops in the sector was a handful of Paladins and 2 rebel generals, hiding in their underground bunker. The Paladins sealed all exits in hopes that the skaven wouldn't detect their presence before the imperial forces did, as they thought that the Emperor would show them more mercy than the skaven.

PPP, how're your clones having a kill-casualty ratio of almost...2,000 to 1 where as my deathvermin have a kill ratio of 4 to 1? Seeing as mine have had a couple decades of combat-experience, firearms and suits that could probably buy a couple tanks (and are worth every cent) as well as having the support of the best armored-support I can find? Not to mention the wonderful genetic tinkering and such.

No offense, just those guys cost me...alotta money, so I'm wondering how 200 clones can do better?

IC: As the second army group fully reached the tattered remains of the first, what was left was folded into the group, bringing their total strength to almost four million with an additional army group offloading at the White City. Intelligence reports from satellites, planes, and really big binoculars that had the unfortunate side effect of incinerating the user's eyes, revealed the troubles of the odd-looking Pudites. More soldiers. Many more soldiers.

There was brief relay of messages, a couple executions, and a few stamps and brandings issued to finally send and confirm the field-command's request for an additional five army groups to be sent to deal with the rebels. The high-command's message could be quoted as having stated, "Put an end to these weed-rebels and attempt to harvest the technology. The implications of having army groups sprout in home-soil at will is exceedingly useful, particularly in the defense of our colonies. We trust that the Board of Judgment need not be applied upon your return."

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The skaven were rapidly looting through the piles of dust and ash that the enemy had become when the neutron bombs hit. Many slaves began gearing themselves with actually decent weaponry, but some still kept the Kar-98 and simply took things to sell back home. whenever they'd find something particularly valuable however, they were frequently killed by nearby clanrats or stormvermin, looted, and then consumed as rations. Usually in that order.

For now they were simply looting and setting up limited defensive works so as to wait in a fortified position until their other brethren arrived en masse and they could continue marching south towards the Pudite's expanded beach head.

Soulforge Cathedral

25-10-2007, 18:36

Capitol Mesa, Soulforge Cathedral
DRC Spire, Boardroom

"So you just found out they're not doing so well? Great intelligence there." The man who spoke was wearing a brown trenchcoat and leaning upon the boardroom table. He was in his late twentities, and seemed rather sure of himself. The room he was in was occupied by three other men, all of whom were seated. The entire room was dominated by a long table built out of dark mahogany. All of the shades on the windows were drawn, and only the subdued electric lights cast any illumination. The man who'd spoken was standing, both of his palms placed on the tables. He was opposite two of the other men, both of whom wore exceptionally well-made gray suits. One was in his fifties, and seemed to be starting to bald. The other wasn't yet out of his thirties, and had dark hair and eyes. The first man seemed to addressing both of them at once, rather than just one. "Well, Carter, that's hardly..." The older man began to splutter while the younger one calmly reviewed the charts on his PDA. "Well, Carmen, he is right. Our mathematics predicted..." At this mention of math Carter sighed in exasperation. "How many times have I tried to explain to you people that 'math' isn't a substitute for an intelligence agency! It's for keeping grade schoolers busy!" The man at the head of the table, who had remained silent up until this point, spoke. He was also in his fifties, and was balding like Carmen. his suit was a grade above even the others, which was quite impressive considering their quality. "Well, both have their places, and neither is perfect. If we'd learned about this sooner, we'd have responded sooner. We didn't. Now we'll make due." Carter sat down, and the bickering at the table stopped. The older man resumed speaking. "Now, Admiral Jervais is on leave, as I recall. correct, Drumm?" The younger man with the PDA spoke. "Yes he is, but Boothe is available and biting at the bit for some combat." The older man nodded thoughtfully. "Yes, I suppose it's only fair to give him his chance. Send the orders. He'll be dispatched with the fifth fleet immediately." Drumm responded as he started prodding his PDA into action. "Understood. Relaying now..."

Admiral Boothe was in his thirties, and surveyed his fleet proudly. All of the vessels were of the latest DRC model, and floated resplendent in black. The triple hexagon of the DRC could be seen in dark gray on the sides of all the assembled vessels. He turned slightly to address the other individuals on the bridge. "Seaman, is Kain ready to move? I've waited long enough for his men to finish." The seaman looked particularly nervous at being addressed directly, and stammered out a reply. "Sir, he said he'd be ready within half an hour." "Very well." Boothe turned back to the view outside his bridge.

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The Fifth Fleet arrived at the edge of international waters, just outside of PPP's independant territory, before dropping anchor. This was a combination of a missile and carrier fleet, and as such would be more than capable of providing assistance for the men that would land from its' vessels. The fleet relayed a message upon reaching this location, upon an open channel. Once they received a response, or indeed if they received none, the fleet would move to deliver its' cargoe.

This message is intended for all ears capable of receiving it. Well, technically you'd have to have very high frequency hearing to recieve this...anyways. The DRC has decided to intervene in this conflict on behalf of our regional allies the Horned Rat, and the Dominion of Emporer Pudu. As such, we will enter your waters to lend aid once we are fully prepared to do so. The rebels shall meet their end in a rather more timely fashion than they have yet. At least we hope so. Just give us a location to drop. Preferably over a non-open channel. That'd be bad.

Pro Patria Puritania

25-10-2007, 22:28

OOC:

PPP, how're your clones having a kill-casualty ratio of almost...2,000 to 1 where as my deathvermin have a kill ratio of 4 to 1? Seeing as mine have had a couple decades of combat-experience, firearms and suits that could probably buy a couple tanks (and are worth every cent) as well as having the support of the best armored-support I can find? Not to mention the wonderful genetic tinkering and such.

No offense, just those guys cost me...alotta money, so I'm wondering how 200 clones can do better?

IC: As the second army group fully reached the tattered remains of the first, what was left was folded into the group, bringing their total strength to almost four million with an additional army group offloading at the White City. Intelligence reports from satellites, planes, and really big binoculars that had the unfortunate side effect of incinerating the user's eyes, revealed the troubles of the odd-looking Pudites. More soldiers. Many more soldiers.

There was brief relay of messages, a couple executions, and a few stamps and brandings issued to finally send and confirm the field-command's request for an additional five army groups to be sent to deal with the rebels. The high-command's message could be quoted as having stated, "Put an end to these weed-rebels and attempt to harvest the technology. The implications of having army groups sprout in home-soil at will is exceedingly useful, particularly in the defense of our colonies. We trust that the Board of Judgment need not be applied upon your return."

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The skaven were rapidly looting through the piles of dust and ash that the enemy had become when the neutron bombs hit. Many slaves began gearing themselves with actually decent weaponry, but some still kept the Kar-98 and simply took things to sell back home. whenever they'd find something particularly valuable however, they were frequently killed by nearby clanrats or stormvermin, looted, and then consumed as rations. Usually in that order.

For now they were simply looting and setting up limited defensive works so as to wait in a fortified position until their other brethren arrived en masse and they could continue marching south towards the Pudite's expanded beach head.
OOC: Huh? 2000 to one? o.O I'll look it up. Gotta run to the pub, I'll reply later.
Edit: Yeah. I shouldn't post anything when I'm drunk. I meant it to be 1000.

Emporer Pudu

26-10-2007, 20:37

Emporer Pudu

26-10-2007, 21:02

Somewhere inside a big amphibious transport, Janissary First Army Field Command, A voice from the dark
Second Lieutenant Ivan Ivanov was sitting calmly behind his small wooden table, in the massive open area that comprised the secondary vehicle transport bay of their Mephistar-class transport vessel, anchored a few dozen miles off the coast of Puritania. He was confident in the safety and leisure involved in his job, and was proud of himself for having been forced to learn such a trade, and was jovial regarding his prospects of never advancing.

As such, he nearly fell over when a message came flying out of the air and into his radio receiver. Recovering, he jotted the main idea of the thing down, and ran off.

On the other side of the transport bay, a raised wooden platform designated the position of Captain Ivanovich, and his immediate staff. As Ivan approached, he stuck the hand containing the message out at those who gave him questioning looks, to justify himself.

Moments later, Captain Ivanovich took the paper, and the Second Lieutenant's moment of importance was ended.

He returned happily to his table.

Meanwhile, following a few forwarding and some relaying, the message was making its way up the chain of command, whereupon it was finally handed to Mr. White, as he sat behind his desk in a small office in the first Administration Compound of the Dominion of Emperor Pudu. The following message was sent;

To: Government of Soulforge Cathedral, whomever it may concern
From: Mr. White, foreign affairs officer

The Dominion of Emperor Pudu has no involvement in the nation known as Pro Patria Puritania, no position regarding their domestic insurgency, nor any position regarding the actions of the Horned Rat and yourselves.

We ask that you check your facts before you trouble the Imperial Government with such trivial matters and incredible assumptions.

We are not in Pro Patria Puritania.

Good day,
Mr. White.

Pro Patria Puritania, Obernin's Camp, Trials of the Janissary Corps
Meanwhile, a few thousand kilometers away, roughly half a million Imperial Janissaries were still fighting through the valley, advancing through the crater-strewn fields to eliminate any remaining resistance following a limited chemical attack by the local loyalist forces. Some wearing gas masks, and some forced forward anyway, the whole of the Legion moved in.

Casualties were not being recorded, but prisoners were. Any Janissary known to have taken at least one live prisoner was to be rewarded with an extensive pay benefit. As of yet, nearly fifty thousand souls were recovered, stored during the search in the NBC-protected armored vehicles.

And even as the third battle in the valley slowed again, one and a half million further Janissaries even now were bearing down on Puritania, ready to finish the cumbersome and seemingly never-ending war.

Pro Patria Puritania

27-10-2007, 23:45

OOC: I had just asumed that the rebels had died of old age while being glared at by the "clones".

Anyway, if this is what he thinks of anything grown in a tube, he may cream himself if my country-proper gets involved, as opposed to these slave-tastic Janissaries...
OOC: read the ooc post above. I posted drunk -> a few exta zeros got added.
IC:
This message is intended for all ears capable of receiving it. Well, technically you'd have to have very high frequency hearing to recieve this...anyways. The DRC has decided to intervene in this conflict on behalf of our regional allies the Horned Rat, and the Dominion of Emporer Pudu. As such, we will enter your waters to lend aid once we are fully prepared to do so. The rebels shall meet their end in a rather more timely fashion than they have yet. At least we hope so. Just give us a location to drop. Preferably over a non-open channel. That'd be bad.
The message was received by the military high command, recorded and sent to the Emperor. The Emperor wasn't very keen on letting any more foreign troops into his country, but as his army had lost 2,6 million traitors to the rebels, he had no choice as he wanted a swift end to the war. He ordered his assitant to deliver a message to all allied commanders. (Now possibly including the ones whom the message was received from.)

From: The Empire of Pro Patria Puritania
To: All allied commanders
Your forces will be reinforced by a handful of clones. You are to monitor their performance and report it to the Imperial Military High Commander Anselm Steiner. The DRC forces will drop east of New Teutoberg and attempt to capture city of Neu Köln some 90 kilometers away.

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The number of clones was only 1,000, and the program would quickly be terminated should they fail their missions. The scientist responsible of the program would be "terminated" as well.

--

The rebels were well aware that the skaven would arrive soon to help their Pudite allies and didn't want to be forced into a war with two fronts. Because of this, the rebel army launched an all out attack on all fronts in an attempt to crush the Janissaries, skaven and the imperials alike. The attack didn't mean much on the lines held by the imperial forces as the rebel forces were spread thin, but in the positions of the Tel Amurians, Obernin's and Reinholm's troops things were about to get unpleasant.

The remaining rebel artillery pounded their positions for 10 days non-stop, and a massive attack was launched with 100,000 men supported by hordes of tanks previously captured from the imperial forces.

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OOC: Aztec, yeah, I didn't give much of an example but there's not much he can do in a prison cell with no way out.

IC:

Uriel started pounding the door again until a guard opened the small hatch from which food was given to the prisoner. He said to the guard: "Hey, moron! I want to be handed over to the imperials. The Emperor isn't gonna be happy if he finds out you've been taking prisoners without informing his officials." and then spat on the guard's face and calling him various names in his native language.

NeoAztec

28-10-2007, 05:52

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OOC: Aztec, yeah, I didn't give much of an example but there's not much he can do in a prison cell with no way out.

IC:

Uriel started pounding the door again until a guard opened the small hatch from which food was given to the prisoner. He said to the guard: "Hey, moron! I want to be handed over to the imperials. The Emperor isn't gonna be happy if he finds out you've been taking prisoners without informing his officials." and then spat on the guard's face and calling him various names in his native language.

1300 Hours, H.D Crafter Facility, Northern Septim Mountains, NeoAztec, Lexicon.

The guard just wiped off the spit and gave a shark grinned. "Just wait till the eggheads are over with you," He laughed. "you'll be beggin' for death." The guard walked away laughing.

Colonel Ives was about to go into Uriel's cell, but than his "government issued" Septim IV (http://www.fahad.com/pics/1.3_million_dollar_cell_phone.jpg) rang. Looking at the caller number and ID, he saw 4-815-1623-42 and "DARKMAN". Quickly he answered the phone. Hearing a deep voice on the other side, ravaged by cigarette smoke, say. "You're a second late, Mr. Ives." Ives gulped and stammered out an apology. "I-'m sor-rry, sirrr. I wass justtt abooutt to-" "Forget it," the voice cut out the rest of his sentence. "I want to get an update on the Project." "Well, we got about 50 test subjects. About half of them are male and sick." "Did I ask for sick people?" "Nnnooo sirrr, buuuttt I-I-I thought we might, you know, want to see if it was effective on both sick and healthy." DARKMAN was quiet for 5 seconds.

Bad news. Finally, an answer came. "Good choice, colonel." Ives sighed with relief. "You survive your career," the voice continued. "and I'll see that you get a very nice pension." Ives straightened up, as if the man was there himself. "Thank you sir." "I expect a full report on both a healthy and sick test subject in 72 hours." The voice said. "Do not fail me, colonel." "Yes sir." The caller ended the conversation. Ives sighed with relief. "Now time to chose a test subject." Ives muttered to himself. Looking at his clip board, he saw one man who would be the first subject in the health side. Uriel Triou. Quite the record, with the recent addition of killing his interrogator. "Guard!" Ives called to Jimmy Strives. Yes, this will be perfect...

The guard unlocked Uriel's cell and walked in with 3 others, their electric batons out. Jimmy kicked Uriel in the stomach and whacked the stun baton into Uriel's head, instantly knocking him out. Two of the guards grabbed Uriel by the arms and dragged him down the corridor, leaving Strives to lock up.

Uriel stirred for a bit, but found his arms couldn't move, and that his head was in pain. "So what's with this guy Triou?" Asked guard A as they dragged Triou through the corridor. "Well," Began guard B. "in addition to being a terrorist, this sonofabitch killed his interrogator, Harold." "F***!" Swore A. "Harold owed me 5 grand for a poker game." Stopping, guard A let go of Harold and stomped on his stomach. "Thats for losing me 5 grand." Said A. Grabbing Uriel's arm, they continued on their way. "So whats gonna happen to his clown?" Asked A. "He gets to enjoy six more weeks of living with a mind till the serum kicks in. Than the eggheads are gonna remove half of his feral brain and replace it with the you-know-what." "Well, I guess that what we call literally losing his mind!" Both laughed as Uriel's consciousness faded away into oblivion...
As Uriel began to gain consciousness, he found himself in a pure glass cell, with a glass wall dividing the two sides. Looking around, he saw another man on the other side of the wall. The man looked like he was dead, malnutrition, and sick all in one. The man spoke in a rasping voice. "Don't try to break the glass. It's shatterproof. Your predecessor tried before he died. By the way, my name's Trip. Your's?"

Emporer Pudu

31-10-2007, 15:40

Pro Patria Puritania

31-10-2007, 20:12

OOC: I'm tired of talking about lines being held or broken by seemingly endless lines of rebels, so just asume that I make some kind of semi-artistic, semi-stat displaying post about how I have armored vehicles far superior, and mobile divisions in your rear (remeber the flankers[also keep in mind that they are RAIDERS and will not engage forces of similar strength. Only pick on stragglers and supply trains, and generally harass anything looking somwhere else]) and a determined front line. Besides, we can just go hide in your positions, or maybe die. There's always more (because my country can support a military larger than 7-million guys!).

So yeah. Hold the line, and whatnot.

(Also, if my positions fall, your Imperials will have their flanks opened up, no matter where they are in the line. A big hole in the center, or maybe just roll up from one end. Either way, if I go down, you're almost certainly going down too, because from what I understand, there are more rebel troops, and the troops were of equal quality because the now 'Imperial' ones were just deserters from those rebel divisions a few days before. Meh.)
OOC: I'm not planning to actually crush the lines and even if it would come to that the empire still has its nuclear arsenal and chemical weapons and won't hesitate to use them in the name of their emperor. Y
IC:
Uriel looked at Trip and couldn't hide (nor did he want to) hide is hate. "That's none of your business", he said, laid down and began mumbling his prayers, until Trip started his yapping again. So, Uriel told the man his name and asked him how long he'd been in the cell.

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As the rebel horde began the attack, Reinholm ordered his troops to retreat to a more defendable position. The rebel infantry was forced into a bottle neck of sorts. As the rebels started to break through Reinholm's positions he received an order from the military high command to have his men and any allies wear any chemical protective suits they might have and the empire wouldn't take responsibility for any friendly casualties. This was, of course because the Emperor had ordered a sarin gas attack.

100 missiles containing sarin were launched from the newly captured fortress of Schwarzwald. The missiles hit their targets at the temporary rebel command center and right in the middle of the rebel horde. The rebels immediately pulled back, but as the antidote was administered too late in many cases - not that the rebels had enough for everyone anyway because Reinholm's forces had stolen most of the medical supplies when they betrayed their new commanders.

Reinholm's medics quickly administered antidote to those who had been close to the missiles' targets - just in case - and offered it to Obernin's troops as well.

The way from the valley was now open as over 60% of the remaining rebel forces either had died of the sarin attack or leaped back over to the imperials. (Where they were, of course, given a proper "greeting" before being sent to penal regiments.)

OOC: Now do something else than fight in the valley o.O

NeoAztec

31-10-2007, 23:25

Uriel looked at Trip and couldn't hide (nor did he want to) hide is hate. "That's none of your business", he said, laid down and began mumbling his prayers, until Trip started his yapping again. So, Uriel told the man his name and asked him how long he'd been in the cell.

Trip shrugged. "Brought me in about 2 hours before you. Now I don't mean to sound like an ass," Said Trip, adjusting his body. "but you'll be lucky if you survive the first three tests. If only you could look at the poor bastards who didn't make it. They were just more bodies for the experiments."

Soulforge Cathedral

01-11-2007, 13:27

Admiral Boothe stood at the bridge, looking out upon the grey seas. It had been a while since he'd had the opportunity to bring the might of the DRC to its' enemies, but now would be a good chance to do so. However, Kain would have to wait to land his troops until the fleet had pacified the surrounding area. No need to force a difficult landing if you didn't have to. He was broken out of his reverie by a the words of the communications operator.

"Sir. We've received a message from the government of the Pudiite Dominion." Boothe turned and raised his eyebrows. "Well?" The man flushed a little as he responded. "Sir, they say that they have no troops in this country, and no position on either our interference or that of the Horned Rat." Boothe chuckled a little at that. "Well, then they've either got radio transcievers randomly scattered across the globe, or the mysterious troops here relayed the message back to them. Ah, well. Just so long as they know not to shoot at us. Any response from the Skaven?" The man replied with a negative. Another flashing light on the communications board drew him back. "Sir, we're receiving a transmission from the legal government of PPP. Seems they want us to land east of a 'New Teutoberg', and then march upon the city. They want us to use some of their...clone...troops." Boothe frowned a little before brightening back up. "Very well, if they want to saddle us with substandard troops then we'll oblige them. Inform Kain, if you would please. Though knowing him, he'll deploy them as far away from anything resembling fighting as possible." The CO saluted and strode off to dispatch the message.

Boothe called out to the helmsman. "Alright, set your course for the waters east of New Teutosberg. We'll recon the area and determine our exact course of action then. This man also saluted before redirecting the boat. It shouldn't take terribly long to get to their destination, and then they could commence bombardment. With some interesting munitions, as well.

Pro Patria Puritania

01-11-2007, 14:02

Trip shrugged. "Brought me in about 2 hours before you. Now I don't mean to sound like an ass," Said Trip, adjusting his body. "but you'll be lucky if you survive the first three tests. If only you could look at the poor bastards who didn't make it. They were just more bodies for the experiments."
Uriel wasn't nervous. Not one tiny bit. "I've got my way out of here", he said and crushed the hollow tooth that contained the cyanide pill. Uriel collapsed quickly.

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OOC: Not on New Teutoberg but on Neu Köln east of New Teutoberg. o.O

IC:
The scientist responsible of the cloning program had been ordered to the imperial palace in Neu Berlin. This could mean very good things or very, very bad things in terms of her health. As she walked towards the throne room and it's golden doors he grew more and more nervous on each step. A guard (one of the new clones, of course) asked her for her papers. "Your identification and the oh - so necessary invitation." the scientist couldn't hear the guard, all she could think of was her fate, so the guard asked again, this time pointing his rifle to the scientist's chest. "Oh, yes, of course.", the scientist uttered and handed the guard her ID and the orders. "Ok. You can go in now."

The scientist opened the door and for the first time in her life and stepped into a huge room filled with Roman style furniture and art. She knew how she would be executed if it came to that; she would be boiled alive and then fed to the guard hounds in some labour camp. She kneeled before the Emperor and waited.

The Emperor stood up and said "Your clones will be put to the ultimate test this week. They will be sent to capture the rebel leadership. For your sake I hope your clones won't fail." The scientist shrugged, hesitated a little and replied "They won't fail you, my lord." "I certainly hope not. The Empire has invested huge amounts of money in the cloning program and it would be a shame to take it back from your family. Your family is quite wealthy, yes?", the Emperor said with a grin on his face. The scientist was terrified but managed to reply. The meeting was over and the scientist was sent back to her lab.

OOC: I'll have to get back to this later, I'm already late for my history exam. -.-

Emporer Pudu

01-11-2007, 15:43

OOC: Now do something else than fight in the valley o.O

OOC: Well, everytime I try and do anything except fight in the valley, a billion-and-a-half rebels materialize right outside the valley and fight me!

My troops are taking time to arrive, like real soldiers might. Your soldiers just appear places. It's quite shocking that a nation I could afford to purchase has developed teleporters before I have...

Anyway; on with the "not fighting in the valley."

The Horned Rat

02-11-2007, 00:57

This message is intended for all ears capable of receiving it. Well, technically you'd have to have very high frequency hearing to receive this...anyways. The DRC has decided to intervene in this conflict on behalf of our regional allies the Horned Rat, and the Dominion of Emporer Pudu. As such, we will enter your waters to lend aid once we are fully prepared to do so. The rebels shall meet their end in a rather more timely fashion than they have yet. At least we hope so. Just give us a location to drop. Preferably over a non-open channel. That'd be bad.

Two Claws Ischitt would've crumpled the message if it was on paper. Unfortunately it was on a flat screen monitor. So he proceeded to crush it and broke the screen, sending sparks and chunks of glass everywhere. The table it sat on was forever more stained.

"They found out what we're after! If we don't move faster they'll capture that damned rainbow before we do!"

One of his command staff shifted slightly to get attention before speaking up. Talking out of turn usually ended badly for the talker, but the crew got extra meat-rations later on.

"Uh..Sir...we aren't here for the rainbow. Just killing and enslaving. Besides, the Council is certain the rainbow lies within Gronde territory."

Pausing for a moment, the Two-Claws rubbed his snout in contemplation. He was right after all, he'd just jumped to conclusions again. However DRC entering the war was a blessing and curse. With them around these teleporting rebels would be more pressed to move freely, but there'd be that much less slaves and food to go around. That and they might discover how the rebels are capable of growing/moving as they have been through the war.

"What about our forces? what is their condition?"

"Regrouped and the next wave is increasing our numbers nicely. The nuclear attack from earlier has gotten a few hai2u satellites watching us now to prevent another outcome like that. Otherwise it looks like the Pudites are still taking wave after wave. So right now we're free to pretty much wander as we please..."

Ischitt steepled his fingers, which looked odd and stupid when standing, but the human-motion still gave off the impression that was meant. Pleased evil...ness.

OOC: Pudu/SFC...should I deploy some of the "troll"-things? XD

NeoAztec

02-11-2007, 01:20

OOC: wimpy way out, PPP.
Trip sighed. Calling out he yelled. "Another pill guys." Several guards opened the door and dragged out the body. DARKMAN looked at it in disdain. "****ing piller," He sighed. "took the wimpy way out. Ah well, too bad. Was looking towards the show." He turned towards Trips. "As for you Herr Doktor Trips, you will receive therapy for all of your suffering. You should be proud that this was for a good cause." Trips saluted. "Thank you. What of Herr Ives?" "He will continue his experiment, though you will provide me with information on all of his work." "Yes Sir." DARKMAN took a long drag on his cigarette. "Now if you'll excuse men, I have an very important phone call to make..."

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Two hours later...
Message to PPP
Due to popular vote by our cabinet, we have decided to withdraw support in favor of moving our forces more closer to home. Effective immediate, an withdrawal of all forces. We hope your civil war ends in your favor, Emperor.
Josh Montezuma,
President of NeoAztec

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Radio Message to all Aztec Military officers in PPP
Order Foxtrot 87 is now active.
[STOP]
CODE: BLACK
[STOP]
Began Massive Pullout
[STOP]
Be advised, soldiers might attack.
[STOP]
If necessary, return fire.
[STOP]
Usage of 'Shredders' are allowed.
[STOP]
Good Luck, men.
[STOP]

Soulforge Cathedral

02-11-2007, 16:59

OOC: Not on New Teutoberg but on Neu Köln east of New Teutoberg. o.O

OOC: Hmm. I don't recall you mentioning that oddly-named city. Blasted faulty memory! In any case, my fleet is heading in that direction anyway. It'll take a short while before I land. I've got important non-landing things to do first. As for THR's trolls...yes!

IC: The Fifth Fleet cruised majestically towards their goal, finding no interference along the way. It seemed that the rebels were confined to the land, fortunately. Since there was confirmed use of tactical nuclear weapons, the DRC had brought spy satellites over PPP in the hopes of locating troop buildups and the like, as well as locating any potential launch sites. In addition, the Icarus Multi-Purpose fighters carried upon the twelve Aeolus-Class Carriers had been dispatched to fly sorties around the fleet. As of right now none had been tasked with offensive maneuvers. In addition, the Aegis-Class vessels and Leto-Class submarines were on high alert. It was extremely improbable that any hostile missiles would be able to make their way through all of these state-of-the-art and numerous defenses. On the bridge of the Revelation, Boothe was coordinating all of these events. "You're sure that the Strategic Defense Command has those satellites prepped for us? I don't particularly want to be caught unawares..." The man he was addressing was the often-hassled CO who'd sent the messages earlier. "Yes sir, they've got some of their best monitoring those sats to ensure nothing goes wrong with the automation. they've also tasked AIS sats to defend them." Boothe nodded in satisfaction. He turned so as to address the bridge as a whole, and raised his voice so it could be heard above the clatter. "Alright men, you know what the operation is about and why we're here. All the plans are a go. PPP's government want's us to land near one of their cities and then march towards another. General Kain has his troops briefed and prepped, but it's up to us to allow them an opportunity for entry. After all, if they didn't have us Navy types to shuttle them around they'd still be at home being barracks janitors." The bridge crew let loose some applause at this and redoubled their efforts to coordinate the operation. Boothe gestured to the CO and composed another message for PPP.

Have either cities fallen to the rebels? Our satellites have been met only with images indeterminate of the possession of them. We need to know if hostile forces have seized either of the urban areas we'll be near. thank you for your cooperation.

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