The Ennuisian Saga (Attn Mes Des Ennuis) [Archive]

Mer des Ennuis

03-08-2007, 00:20

“Captain, I don’t think their budging” said the spotter, “They’re taking up defensive positions, and that one by the gate house looks like he’s about to vomit.” He turned to her, his stone eyes softening slightly.

“Yea McCoy, I think I’ll have to agree with you on this one.” She hit her headset again. “The Vetakans aren’t moving, bag her.”

The woman seemed dead to the world from a combination of blood loss and shock. A pair of Black MMPWV LV-08 light tactical vehicles came to a screeching halt, and four men in black battle armor hopped out, two bore the red and white cross armbands of the Ennuisian medics, while the other two kneeled, aiming into the embassy at their counterparts.

One knelt down at her side and whispered as they lifted her onto a stretcher “Talk quickly, you won’t regret it.”

They loaded her into the back of the armored vehicle, the two soldiers jumped in the back, not taking their gun sights off of the Vetakans. One flipped the embassy guards off as the MMPWV sped off.

“Think we’ll be leaving here soon cap?”

Liz set her rifle down, and went to get a drink from the flat’s kitchen. “Not a chance in hell.” She called over her shoulder.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“Sir, the cabinent is having an emergency meeting in the 45th floor war room.”

“Do we have any updates?” asked Kaspyr Wojtek, one of the longest serving military men and General of the Armies of Mer des Ennuis, militarily only behind Wincenty himself in pure power.

“None that I am aware of, sir.”

The elevator swiftly rose, and a pair of somber looking guardsmen stood at attention at every doorway.

Kaspyr entered the conference room, and sat at his usual spot.

“Thank you for joining us, General Wojtek” said Ivan Andrei, Admiral of the Navies. “I’ve ordered the Arch Arsonist under armed guard, and I have ordered a”

“With all due respect” interrupted Wojtek, “who told you to do that? I’m directly behind Adam in the chain-of-comm…”

“General Wincenty ordered that the navy take power if he were incapacitated” rebuked the Admiral, expecting the outburst. “Now, as I was saying, we are maintaining a media blackout. I trust you have it covered Tomas?”

“The SSA is covering all the bases; we can leverage our apparent weakness in hopes of drawing our enemies out” hissed the shadowy director of the State Security Administration.

“What is the Arch Arsonist’s status?” asked Jacek Stefan, General of the Airforce.

“The Arch Arsonist is undergoing emergency surgery as we speak. We have two suspects in custody. One is in critical care for acute cyanide poisoning. The doctors are optimistic about recovery. The woman is apparently stable, and we are transporting her to a secure location for recovery and questioning.” Andrei’s voice was flat and uncaring. No one needed elaboration on “questioning.”

-=-=-=-=-=One Week Later=-=-=-=-=-

The woman sat in the corrugated rusted steel, featureless room in the bowels of the facility, tied to a chair. It wasn’t an ideal interrogation room, but it would have to do. The man in question wore a black suit and tie, with leather gloves. His shaved head glistened from the lone bulb, and his gray eyes pierced her helpless body. He sighed, he had a job to do, and all the time in the world.

He pulled the black bag off her head, and slapped her, waking her up. She struggled against her bonds slightly, and went limp.

“Who are you, and who ordered the hit on Adam Wincenty?”

She looked up, a tinge of defiance in her eyes. He’d have to work that out of her, but it wasn’t a job he relished.

“Annabel Susan Carter.”

He had expected this. Fanatics and foreign agents tried to play smart, and they never lasted long.

“Miss Carter, I can presume you have some form of relation with the man on the roof that we recovered. He is doing quite well, we expect to have him out of his coma within the month. Now, I can assure you Miss Carter, that you will not be leaving this facility until I have what I want, so why should we waste time?”

She shuffled against her restraints, and stared at the ceiling. Nothing, not even a bite.

“Very well then. Miss Carter, I don’t want to do this, and I hope this will make you see the light. I urge you, if you value your personal safety at all, to give in as soon as you feel that you have fulfilled whatever criteria you have to talk.”

He thought he saw a slight nod before his iron fist slammed her jaw, knocking her over. It didn’t break, but it was close. He pressed his oxford shoe against her throat, and watched the terror well up in her eyes. As she started to turn red, he took his foot off, and left her, panting.

“Talk.” He commanded with a smooth, cool voice devoid of any emotion.

“I am Susan Carter” she said, panting, her jaw swelling slightly.

He kicked her in the gut, where she had been shot, before righting her chair by her neck.

“Miss Carter, I want to be absolutely clear. You no longer exist as far as the rest of the world is concerned, and you are mine. You will pray for a death that will never come, because I will not let you die. Cooperate, and you can live what will hopefully be a normal life. If you do not, then others will suffer because of this. You were going to the Vetakan Embassy in Mer de Noms. Why. Did the VSIS pay you? How much?”

“Vetaka will always defend itself where ever it maybe, Vetaka will always defend is people, Vetaka will always defend the Free, Right, True, Honourable…”

He recognized it as the Vetakan Oath of Loyalty. He stepped outside, and dialed an encrypted satellite phone.

“Sir, this is Agent 1125. She is reciting the Vetakan Oath of Loyalty.”

“That implicates the Vetakans then. We’ll raid their embassy at dawn, during their changing of the guard.”

The line terminated. He sighed.

“I don’t think you get just how hopeless this situation is… I’ll have to show you.” He grabbed her by the hair, and dragged her, chair and all out the room and down the hallway. He kicked open a door, and it broke off its hindges. The sky was blue and the air was salty and crisp. He threw her forward, just far enough for her to see the sea breaking against the derelict oil rig’s support pylons hundreds of feet below.

“I have a full pardon for whatever crimes you have committed on this ship, effective at my discretion. It does not specify in what condition you are to be in, nor when I am to release you. You have already implicated the Vetakan Government by reciting that Oath, and we will take their embassy tomorrow. That is a good first step. I won’t have to remove your kidneys. Now, tell me what I want to know…”

Mer des Ennuis

06-08-2007, 01:50

'nother polite bump

Vetaka

06-08-2007, 23:48

Hillside Primary School, New Helgan, Vetaka:

"Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the King's horses, And all the King's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again!"

President Scarlet Rogers sat at the front of the Classroom singing with the children at Hillside Primary School. She was visiting Hillside Primary School to show her people she was human. Singing away with children she smiled brightly. She felt so relaxed and so happy and this visit had only made her more excited about having her own child which would be very very soon. She was quite startled when one of her bodyguards bent down and whispered into her ear:

"Ma'am their has been a serious incident in Mer Des Ennuis. Arch Arsonist Adam Wincenty has been killed by a Sniper. A suspect was seen approaching the Vetakan Embassy and was subsequently shot. Your needed in VDF High Command. White Phoenix Alpha is standing ready to fly back to New Theeb."

Scarlets smile was gone, this was bad, this was very bad little did she know how bad this was. She smiled at the children and began:

"Im sorry guys, I have to go Bye Bye"

They where so innocent, they smiled, waved and replied in a very rhymtic tone:

"Bye Bye President Scarlet"

Rising from her seat Scarlet was flanked by her Razgrix Presidential Bodyguards moving through the School she eventually exited into the Sunshine walking at Pace she entered her Armoured Black Limo which sped away flanked by the Presidential Motorcade speeding through the hustle and bustle of New Helgan the Motorcade of Cars sped through the city rushed through the city by Screaming Police Cars and Motorcycles. After 15 Minutes or so at driving at Speed they arrived at New Helgan International Airport driving through the Cargo Gates which was guarded by VDF Army Troops. Driving on to the Tarmac the Motorcade came to a halt Scarlet exited and hurried aboard the waiting Presidential Aircraft which was code named "White Phoenix Alpha" saluting the Guardsman at the stairs as soon as she reached the top she barked:

"I want to be in the Air Now"

"Yes Ma'am" came a brisk reply.

Moving through the plane she eventually arrived at the Command Room of the Plane. Entering a very serious face of a man was being projected onto a large HD Screen. Scarlet sat and the man began:

"I have already recalled the High Command and the Cabinet. I also have VSIS working at full capacity to get the details. Ill have a report within the hour."

"Excellent Pearce" replied Scarlet

Mer des Ennuis

07-08-2007, 01:18

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=Ville des Ames, High Command Bunker, 22:45=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

1125’s recordings had been analyzed a dozen times. The woman was a basket case, and her partner was only marginally better. Adam’s brain was beginning to show signs of thought again; the self-defense mechanism of shock had worked well, though the light Kevlar vest had done little to prevent damn-near ten pounds of his body on the rough asphalt. Admiral Andrei had assembled a few members of the cabinet.

General Kaspyr Wojtek, the miserable bastard representing everything wrong with the green machine, was swirling a scotch in his hand, itching for Vetakan blood to be hemorrhaged with as much prejudice as possible.

“I’ll have to keep him at arms length, least he try and coup me. At least I have the Death’s Head…”

The distinguished Daniel Czeslaw, a septuagenarian of the oldest guard and Director of the Bureau of Prisons, had possibly sent more men to a bleak death than any other in Ennuisia’s history, slouched in a hand-made red-leather chair. The man with the thinning hair was a relic of a past age. He did his duty without malice, and rarely spoke unless he had something pithy to say.

The steely-eyed Viktor Krzysztof, Director of International Relations, veteran of the Kraven Wars, sat next to the dynamic thirty-something Klara Mykhaila, Director of the State Department. They’d be necessary for all the spin that would be required in the coming days. Tomas Swietoslaw hung in the shadows in the corner, pacing slightly.

“Gentlemen, and women” spoke Andrei, quietly enough so that all would have to pay attention, “I have called you here because of the occurances on Secure Facility 965. The State Security Administration reports that the Prisoner, one Annabel Susan Carter, is reciting the Vetakan Oath of Loyalty. We have great reason to believe that she is indeed a Vetakan Agent.”

“This, of course, means war, Admiral Andrei” spoke Viktor coolly.

“Precisely. This isn’t hard proof, but when was that ever needed? The Embassy, if they haven’t begun destroying their codes and documents already, might have some solid leads, but we can’t bloody fucking well send Willard to the Presidental Palace and say ‘hey, we think you tried to kill our leader, mind handing us your documents?’ They’d laugh at us!”

“I trust we will go in hard then, take them out in one fell swoop, and scour what ever is left?” asked Wojtek, taking a slug of his drink.

“Yes General, that is part of the plan, but we must have all bases covered.” ”You fucking incompetent.”

“What ever the case, we need to lockdown the Ennuisian Mission to Vetaka, and recall all diplomatic staff, lock down all communications in and out of the Vetakan Embassy, and prepare for the worst.”

That came from Klara.

“I recommend the foundation of a direct line with HCOM and the Vetakan Military Command, least some Generalismo decide to start slinging nukes around.”

“Thank you Viktor. We have to believe that this will be the worst of the worst. Klara, get on the line with Kathryn Nieveski (Director of the Interior), we need to start preparing the rail and roads for mass mobilization. We might end up slugging it out with all of UFAN and COMCON-SD if things go awry.”

“Treat them as criminals” rasped Daniel, his left hand shaking. Everyone turned, and stared.

“We have one of their Agents, we will be grabbing their ambassador. In the old days, we’d march them through the streets in cages.” Daniel struggled to stand, his sedated rage bubbling up. “Label them as criminals, and the people will support you. Bread and circuses keep the people happy. Give them a circus on the body of the General, and you will seize the world.” He sat down, exhausted from the effort.

Everyone was silent for a time, except for Tomas, who whispered into an ever-present ear piece.

“Recall the Ambassador, destroy all documents, prepare for war.” Ivan stood, and walked out.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=New Theeb, Ennuisian Diplomatic Mission 02:30=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Ambassador Willard Turing stirred in his sleep. The winds were changing, and he had grown worried ever since he was called into Scarlet Rodger’s office. A man of inaction, he was the perfect mouthpiece for the Ennuisian Government. He offended none unless instructed to, and this was a retirement job for him after the hellhole of Lerasia. A quick knock was followed by a boot, and his door went flying off its hinges.

“Orders from Command, Sir. We are to destroy all equipment, extricate you, and wire the building.” The soldier was sweating, and nervous. “We have an armored car waiting for you out front. An express A320 will arrive at 7:30. We have an executive lounge booked.

“Wha- what is all this about?”

“I do not know, sir, but orders are orders. Your family has been alerted, and they will meet you stateside. High command does not believe we are safe here.”

“Thank you Captain, I’ll be out in a minute.” Willard jumped, and started to change into a smoking jacket and dress pants. He threw the pictures of his family and some of the kitsch he had gathered from around the globe, and walked out his suite. Soldiers and SSA agents were in chaos, shredding reams of pages. CDs were incinerated in the ovens, while communications equipment was put to the axe. Pounds of C4 were placed under desks, in now-empty filing cabinents that were filled with steel, iron pellets, and glassware, and above door frames. The last man out would set a pressure sensor. One minute after an intrusion, the building would rumble from the blast. The few spies that had set up shop placed burn notices. Willard, along with the rest of the Embassy staff, had evacuated in twenty minutes. Bars were thrown over the outer wall, and the doors and windows were locked tight.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=The Sea of Ghosts, Oil Facility 12A: 0645 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Annabel Carter had long since passed out from hunger, pain, and exhaustion. Agent 1125 had heated up an MRE for his “guest.” He took a large hunting knife from his jacket, and cut the rope that had been suspending her ever so slightly from her bound wrists. She dropped, crashing on the ground. She looked bewildered and fearful. He hoisted her up, and placed her in the chair. Sliding a table over to her, he bound her legs and waist with a chain and lock.

“You look hungry, hold still.” He cut the ropes on her hands off, and some color returned to them.

He dropped the tray at her place, along with a plastic knife and fork. He left, and placed the TV and a satellite receiver on a small stand.

“I’ve arranged for an exclusive showing, all thanks to you.”

The black screen cut to a group of men in short-sleeved BDUs and gas masks were re-assembling field-stripped weapons. The camera was unsteady, indicating that it was attached to a helmet.

“Enjoy.”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=Mer de Noms: Death’s Head Staging Area: 0700 =-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“Golf 12 reporting.”

“All teams have reported. All Snipers, yellow light.”

Armored vehicles, ZSU-23-4 Shilka assault Vehicles were staging a mere two minutes from the embassy, their bullets powerful enough to shred flesh and steel alike. Ten assault helicopters and five Goshawks too waited to pick up any stragglers. A quiet Airforce drone loitered overhead, ready for anything that managed to escape the surveliance nets. SSA Agents had worked through the night, quietly securing the surrounding buildings. Five scout sniper teams, four heavy machineguns, and a javelin unit commanded sweeping views of the embassy grounds. Four elements of five infantry men were set to breach, while another four military police fireteams were readied. An electronics warfare MMPWV LV-08 sat a block away, ready to shut off all non-military communications.

“All teams, we are go in 10… 9…”

A lone sheriff’s deputy in Bagdad-beige pants and an olive green shirt sauntered up to the guardhouse. A new team of Vetakans were marching out to replace the tired night shift.

“Mornin’. I’m afraid I have a notice that we are going to have to seize the embassy as part of an investigation into the occurance that happened here two weeks ago in connection to the shooting of Adam Wincenty.”

“Green light.”

Sniper shots broke the morning silence, and heavy machinegun fire raked the grounds and windows. A section of the western wall exploded, showering the ground with bricks as the first elements broke through.

The war had begun.

Vetaka

10-08-2007, 23:20

Vetakan Embassy, Mer de Noms, Mes Des Ennuis:

VDF Diplomatic Guardsman Henry Machon was starving he was over joyed when the day shift of the Embassy guard appeared out of the building and began marching towards him to replace him and allow Henry to sleep. Henry was so lost in his thoughts that he had failed to notice the lone Police Officer approch when the Officer spoke Henry span around and managed to say:

"Wha?"

Before his head exploded from the Snipers bullets. The approaching Vetakans scattered 5 of them managed to reach the main building whilst a further 2 where picked off by Sniper Fire. Down within the Embassy Security Control Room the Watch Officer pressed the general Embassy Alarm which sent Alarms and Klaxsons sounding, he turned back to his station and reached out to a button behind a glass break box pressing it he look back at his screens and began barking orders to the men. The button behind the Glass Break Box had sent a silent Distress Signal via OBSAT to the Vetakan Capital right about now the Watch General and the High Commander on Call would be attempting to discover what was going on within the Ennuisian Vetakan Embassy. Now the OBSAT Alarm had started to signal the nearest OBSAT Observation Satellite was changing its Orbit and coming up to monitor the Vetakan Embassy within Mer De Noms.

Machine Gun Fire now rang out across the Embassy the VDF Diplomatic Guards although outgunned fought Valiantly and manged to slay 4 of their attackers alas they where simply outnumbered. The Vetakan Diplomatic Staff whom where trained to use the E-57 Service Pistol attempted to aid in the fightback yet again like true Vetakans they fought heroicaly one of them manging to kill one of the attackers but they where soon swept aside. Explosions and continued Machine Gun fire rang out across the Complex eventually it quietened and the Ennuisians climbed the Stairs and eventually came to the Ambassadors Apartment they burst through the unlocked door and located the Vetakan Ambassador sat at his desk waiting for them:

"Carry this message to your government, Vetaka will defend itself, Billions will die before you raise your standard over New Theeb. The Blood of Billions stains your hands. I am loyal to Vetaka and to Freedom. I shall never betray my people and my country."

Bang a Gunshot the Ambassador slumped from his chair and fell to the floor blood stained the Carpet an E-57 Pistol fell to the Floor the Vetakan Embassy had fallen most had died yet 7 Vetakans lay mortally wounded across the Complex.

VDF High Command, New Theeb, Vetaka:

"OBSAT Distress Alarm, Vetakan Embassy, Mer De Noms, Mes Des Ennuis" roared an Operator

The Watch Officer which in this case was VDF Supreme Operational Commander Jonathon Stone highest ranking officer of the Vetakan Defence Forces, Head of the Joint Chiefs and directly below the Vetakan President within the Emergancy Chain of Command. Looking from his Paperwork within his office which was loacted within the Operations Room within VDF High Command entering the room he gazed up at the main viewing screen which now showed the Vetakan Embassy within Mer De Noms the morning sunlight bathed it perfectly smoke rose from the Complex it was clear something had occured:

"Try and make contact?"

Their was a click and a number was dialled the room went silent as they all listerned to the ringing of the phone. All they could here was the ringing of the phone eventually Stone sighed he hit a button which deactivated the Line. He picked up a phone and dialled a quick number:

"Its Stone wake the President?"

A few seconds past and then a Sleepish Female Voice answered:

"Im sorry to wake you Scarlet we have a situation we have recieved a Silent Distress Signal from our Embassy within Mes Des Ennuis and we cannot contact them"

......

"Ill be right down"

The Phone and died and Stone replaced it within its Holder. He turned to the rest of the room:

"Surround the Ennuisian Embassy within New Theeb"

New Theeb, Ennuisian Diplomatic Mission, Vetaka 02:30:

Nakil Main Battle Tanks, Armoured Personnel Carriers and Troop Trucks came to a halt surrounding the Ennuisian Embassy it looked strangly empty. FA-15 Cardinals thundered high overahead. Lower down hovering above the Embassy 5 Goshawk Helicopters held positions Snipers had taken up positions around the complex as they peered in no visible guards could be seen this was strange. The Snipers reported in USMC Mobile Electronic Warfare Vehicles stood wating ready to Jam all Communications out of the Complex this was was strange the Embassy looked deserted as such the Commander updated the VDF High Command in the hunt for the Ennuisian Ambassador.

Back at VDF High Command........

The Armoured Blast Double Doors of VDF High Command Operations Room swang open and a group of people entered at the head of them was President Scarlet Rogers and Daniel Pearce both looked rather tired, Pearce headed for a phone and Scarlet began:

"Report?"

"We have lost the Ennuisian Ambassador and his Staff our Forces report the Embassy looks empty". spoke Stone

"Security Alert 1 Ground all Planes find him" replied Scarlet

"Yes Ma'am" replied Stone

Pearce put the phone down and moved forward speaking as he went:

"Campbell has tracked them down to New Theeb International Airport they are supposedly leaving within 3 Minutes"

"Fuck that scramble a couple of fighters destroy the Plane if it attempts to leave, Get the Commandos down their."

"Yes Ma'am" came a distant reply

New Theeb International Airport, New Theeb, Vetaka:

The Airport was now a scene of total Chaos all Planes had been grounded due to the Security Alert all incoming Planes had been diverted and the Airport was now awash of Angry Passengers, Crying Kids and Police Officers. The sky above the Airport was full of Army Gunships and Vetakan Fighters the Police where doing a fantastic job in keeping the Peace. Thundering down the enterance road to the VIP Section of Terminal 1 the motorcade of Armoured Black Cars surrounded in Police Escort screeched to a halt jumping from the various Vehicles VDF Commandos took up Defensive Postions afew seconds past and a Challenger II Battletank appeared a man stood atop of it with a Loudspeaker:

"Attention Ennuisian Ambassador Come out with your hands above your head, Under Article 12 of Vetakan Diplomatic Law your Diplomatic Missions Immunity is hearby revoked and you are ordered to hand yourself into Custody. Force will be used if you resist"

Central Prestonia

10-08-2007, 23:34

OOC: Hey V, get on our IRC channel please.

Mer des Ennuis

12-08-2007, 00:38

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=Mer de Noms: Vetakan Embassy=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The SWAT stood over his victim in the Embassy’s code room. Despite taking three rounds to the extremities, the victim was still squirming for his gun. That was ended by a quick smack about the face from a SPAS-15.

“Tough lil bugger that one was.” He muttered to himself. He noticed through the adrenaline that his arm was bleeding.

“Area secure, all units report in” squaked his headset.

“1125 Reporting in, whats the casualty count?” he asked, kicking away the pistol.

For the time being, he stood alone, moving files around that hadn’t been shredded before or during the raid… they had been caught with their pants down.

“1125, we are reporting a dozen wounded from small arms, two dead.”

“Rodger that.” He saw a file… "Notification of VSIS Intelligence Operations within Mer De Noms” marked “Eyes Only”.

“1125 reporting, we need a MI in here now.”

Another officer came in, cuffed.

“Requesting a medevac in the code rooms, we have a live one” ordered the masked officer.

A man in black body armor walked in.

“What do you have officer?” asked the intell officer.

“This.”

“This is gold… we’ll burn every agent listed. What’s your name?”

“Captain Richard Hazelwood Sir.”

“Richard, we could use a man like you in the green machine, if you’re interested, call this number.” He handed him a card, and started flipping through the paper. He was on the phone with High Command in a matter of minutes.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=New Theeb: New Theeb International Airport=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Willard sat, coffee in hand, watching the jet taxi to the jet way.

“Sir, we should board now.” Said the captain, looking nervously over his shoulder.

“Attention Ennuisian Ambassador” crackled a voice through the walls. Come out with your hands above your head, Under Article 12 of Vetakan Diplomatic Law your Diplomatic Missions Immunity is hearby revoked and you are ordered to hand yourself into Custody. Force will be used if you resist"

“Gentlemen” spoke Willard in his usual dry-yet-cultured voice, “I think I see why I don’t want to miss this flight. Any idea why they want us arrested? I didn’t think vacating a post under order was a crime.”

“Hold on sir” replied the captain, pressing his earpiece against his ear. The blood drained from his face. “Sir, we’ve gotten word that a police action was taken against the Vetakan Embassy… there is evidence they hired the gun that killed General Wincenty. The ambassador has committed suicide.”

“Bastards…” said Willard, his old face turning white.

“Gentlemen, we aren’t going down without a fight… not if what you are saying is true.” He picked up a phone by the jetway.

“I know you are listening. You will not use us as a bargaining chip against a nation infinitely more powerful and honorable than you. ‘Potius mori quam foedari.’ If you want us, come get us, but it will be your doom. ‘On ne passe pas.’ Now, I have a plane to catch.”

The slightly overweight elder diplomat slammed the phone down, to the shock of his guards. He looked at each one in the eye.

“No matter what comes through these walls, not one step back.”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=Mer de Noms: Gretchen Ross Memorial Hospital=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“Dr. Cropes, they want us to wake him.”

“It could be dangerous, he’s only barely been stabilized since the last surgery, I’d like to wait at least another week.”

“Doctor, this is coming from the man upstairs, we don’t have a choice.”

“Bloody hell, well, lets give it a try.”

The man stirred a few seconds after the needle pierced his vein. His eyes opened, and closed from the light.

“You are in Gretchen Ross Memorial Hospital, 139th Light Division. You died several times in the last week, but we’ve managed to rip you away from Death’s doorstep. I’m afraid to say that most of your organs were lost, and we’ve had to replace your hip with a titanium prosthetic, but I think you’ll be able to live a normal life after rehab.”

Adam Wincenty blinked, again, before saying through the fog

“Thank you… get my gun.”

Central Prestonia

12-08-2007, 02:27

Presidential Mansion, 1200 Hours
President Aaron H. Preston was enjoying himself. He had finished all his paperwork early and now sat back in his chair, watching the soccer game that was playing on the plasma screen television on the far wall. Though it was November, the temperature was bearable, at 75 degrees thanks to the nation's tropical location. For once, Preston was able to enjoy being a 35 year old man in prime health. The Presidency had not been kind to him lately. The deployment to Gens Romae had nearly broken the military's bank, and though the nation had received a $500 Billion compensation for it's effort, money could not buy public opinion. He was now being called incompetent at best and a warmongering fascist at worst. But, none of that mattered right now. What mattered now was watching Hudson United beat FC St. Andrew, which they were doing soundly. Suddenly, the red phone on his desk started ringing. "Oh God, here we go again," he said, fearing the answer he'd get when he picked up the phone that always brought bad news. "President Preston speaking," he said as he answered the phone. The voice on the other end was Field Marshal Oliver. "Mr. President, there's been a situation in Vetaka, we need you in the Department of Defense immediately. You'll be briefed upon arrival." The line went dead before Oliver had the chance to hear Preston start swearing. "Fuck! Can't I get one day without being interrupted by something?," he said as he changed out of his Hudson United jersey and jeans and into a suit. As he rushed off to the waiting limousine, he took one last glance at the television. Hudson had scored yet again, making the score 3-0.

Moments later, he was seated at the head chair in the War Room at the Department of Defense. The holographic map of the world was in front of him, and the Prestonian flag was behind him hanging on the wall. Field Marshal Oliver began the briefing. "Mr. President, we've received intelligence from CPIA officials in the Embassy in Vetaka that earlier today a sting was carried out on the Enniusian Embassy. In addition, we've obtained evidence via OBSAT that the Enniusians are mobilizing. We believe war between Vetaka and Mer des Ennius is just weeks away. What do you suggest?" The President thought for awhile before answering. "Well with Congress the way it is, I'll never be able to get them to authorize deployment, but I can put the troops on heightened readiness. I'll send an email to the Vetakans and see if there's anything else we can do. Until then, you're dismissed."

SIC:
OBSAT SECURE COMMUNICATION
TO: PRES. SCARLET RODGERS
FROM: PRES. AARON H. PRESTON

OBSAT CONFIRMS ENNIUSIAN MILITARY BUILDUP STOP.
IN ADDITION, CPIA AGENTS AT EMBASSY IN VETAKA WITNESSED INCIDENT AT ENNIUSIAN EMBASSY STOP.
BELIEVE MILITARY ACTION AGAINST VETAKA IS POSSIBLE STOP.
AS SUCH, WE ASK WHAT WE CAN DO TO BE OF ASSISTANCE STOP.
BEAR IN MIND MY CONGRESS WON'T LET ME SEND TROOPS, SO WE CAN'T FIGHT AT YOUR SIDE FULL STOP.

Wagdog

12-08-2007, 04:40

SIC
Airspace Above Mount Castro, Wagdog
The time since the Vetakan Scouts had come aboard the modified Il-87 Maxdome national command plane seemed to have blurred into nothing for General Secretary Charles Lind, although he knew that it had been appreciable even if not unduly so. He'd been keeping up with the situation, and knew now that it was indeed war. That was what storming an embassy meant, and the Ennuisians had done that in spades.

As if you expected anything else? He knew Arch-Arsonist Wincenty, now apparently dead although Charles wouldn't lull himself into believing so convenient a turn backwards of the screw until VSIS photographs or other trustworthy evidence of a body emerged. Or is it a turn forwards instead? At any rate, he had to appreciate the symmetry of the situation. And now our relationship with Vetaka has come full-circle. It began when we condemned the Undead Falcons for their desecration of a Vetakan Embassy; and now it's next chapter begins with the same sort of violation committed against them, only this time by Ennuisians and, it must be admitted, with a great deal more professionalism. If only it could be trusted to hope that such small mercies may lay the foundation for peace in time... If only...

Looking to his personal laptop, then to the Red Banner Marine Corps attache with the 'football' who sat beside him 24/7, a trim and jovial looking black man answering to Staff Captain James Thurber, Charles began to lapse out for a moment. "And so it begins, but what of endings?..."

"Sir?" Staff Captain Thurber made sure to keep tabs on the General Secretary's health in all respects. Quite frankly, it was his assignment as much as the onboard doctor's.

"Oh! Never mind Captain. Thank you though... I was just thinking about the Vetakan Embassy storming." He was by-and-large a personable Commander-in-Chief, despite not being the most social of men even now after decades of marriage to a former sorority butterfly turned radical.

"FUBAR, as they say Sir." Capt. Thurber understood entirely. "This is feeling awfully heavy right now..." He didn't have to mention what.

"Indeed." Charles didn't have to look. He knew how the Ennuisians thought and fought, or as much as his brief acquaintances with them enabled him to know. And everything he knew said that this war was going to be vicious; the Ennuisian assassination attempt on Scarlet Rogers and her child at once no less, the Vetakan counterstroke against Wincenty which seemed to have worked for now, and inbetween all the violent rhetoric this regime seemed to indulge in like few others. He couldn't help but whisper, "'Human stain?' I'll show you what stains can do when you let them grow big enough then..."

As the plane with its officers, government functionaries from all five parties in Wagdog's National People's Congress and Revolutionary Command Council, and Vetakan guards flew on under constant escort by MiG-40 Red Foxes detailed for the task, one fact remained regarding that whisper. Namely, that it might be both the solution and the problem at the same time...

Foothills of the Rogers Mountain Range, Free Dominion of Vetaka...
Stopping at where intelligence had indicated she might find some White Phoenix tribesmen, Colonel Rose McGuffin, newly-transferred to and commanding XIV Airborne Corps and her section of 11 subordinate Rangers halted. She knew she'd return to this hallowed place someday, and felt alive like she hadn't since shortly before those thrice-damned Clandonians had so rudely interrupted her last trip. Chief Quicksilver, I promised that I would return. And now I have...

Best not to keep His Majesty's men waiting, now. "Defenders of Loyalty, hear me! I, Colonel Rose McGuffin of the Wagdian Red Army's Fourteenth Airborne Corps, ever a friend to and student of your people, have returned!" She didn't have to glance back to know that her Rangers were getting psyched. Every chance she'd gotten, she'd pounded into her soldiers the pride, skill, and above all ethics of the White Phoenix tribe that Wagdog's Rangers had so close a relationship with; and now they were at last going to return the favors said tribe had always rendered without complaint in the two nations' wars together, favors long overdue for balancing.

"I come! To fight beside you against those who would lay waste to your sacred Mountains, Rivers and Citadel; against those who would besmirch your Honor and question your Loyalty before the Nations! Hear me! If I must drop my weapons, I shall do so as long as you may ask..." Rose held her ATP-12 submachine gun by stock alone and loosened her UAP-13 pistol belt with the free trigger hand. "But I ask that when the time comes, I may use said weapons to slay said Slanderers and Traitors as would come against you! That is all I ask." Indeed, this was where Colonel Rose McGuffin's whole life had been leading; from her girlhood in The Crossfire Islands, to her enlistment shortly before The Event had marooned Wagdog across twenty years of lost time from the 1970s to 1990s, and even to her ho-hum role in the Strator occupation patrols and surprisingly-eventful duties patrolling North Calaveras way back when. This war, would be the very meaning of her life.

And so, she would wait for the White Phoenix to show. Wait until the world itself burned out, if necessary. Above the sounds of interceptors on patrol, from countless UFAN and other nations aiding Vetaka, roared; and similar echoes of vehicles moving into defensive works still being erected as well. The mighty fleets, all six of them, still sailed the waters far out; waiting for the call. The kindling moving into place, before the sparks struck there as well...

North Calaveras

12-08-2007, 04:54

OCC: TGed you wagdog.

Aurum Domus

12-08-2007, 05:03

High General's Palace, War Room

The High General sat alone in the massive war room contemplating the situation at hand. The Vetakan and Aurum Doman people had been friends for many years, from the Circum-Zansk War to the formation of the UFAN so many years ago. Those were years when the High General was young and much happier, days when the most eventful thing was his son getting lost in the immense UFAN HQ building. Now everything was changing, the war on the horizon would be a long and ardous one that would determine the UFANs standing on the international stage for years to come.

The advisers filed in as the clock struck twelve noon. The High General stood at the head of the table.

"Ladies, Gentleman, you know why I have called you here, our greatest ally is in danger and now is the time to protect them. We already have fleets guarding Vetaka but they aren't enough. I want the largest possible fleet mobilised. Let us show the world that Aurum Domus will fight to the last man or woman to ensure our greatest ally's safety. Go now and show the world what Aurum Domus is made of."

Animarnia

14-08-2007, 05:12

Rene was sound asleep in her bed; the room was rather Spartan with very little in the way of personnel items adorning the cabinets; a single wardrobe some draws; an old fashioned looking telephone next to the red phone sat on the desk next to her bed. On the other side was her trusty alarm clock unblinkingly showing the time - "05:00AM" Rene tossed in her bed sweating profusely despite the cold winter night by Animarnian standard any way. She whimpered in her sleep; the nightmares were coming again.

She was on the helicopter being evacuated during the attempted TFS sponsored Islamic coup her ASAS Guards either side of her when she saw the presidents helicopter go up in a ball of fire.

"Holy Crap!" the pilot of her own helicopter yelled as he turned to avoid the debris and another incoming Missile from the ground. The Apache next to her rolled is down helicopter in front of them to save her life taking the hit and going down as another missile came in clipping the helicopter the pilot yelled.

"May Day, May Day, Citadel two going down…." The pilot yelled over the radio his voice drowning out around her as timed seemed to slow; the helicopter hitting the ground hard and crashing through a shop window…a piece of metal embedding itself into her stomach splattering the pretty shirt with her own blood…

Rene woke up with a scream and sat bolt upright in bed panting as she picked up a glass of water from the bedside table and took a sip swallowing half its contents down. She sat thinking about that night…

A knock at her bedroom door interrupted her thoughts;

"Enter" she said simply.

A dark suited man with a white undershirt entered bathing the room with light from outside where she could see several similarly dressed agents running around seemingly bustling with activity.

"Sam what's going on?" Rene asked raising one eyebrow. Sam was a stoic man; well built like a Soviet Tank but skilled like a Samurai; his head was shaved leaving the finest of hair but he did have a neatly trimmed moustache and goatee beard.

"Ma'am we need you to come to the command bunker at once"; Sam replied in his cool and calm voice. A former SAS Soldier; he was her personal bodyguard assigned to her even though the Friedman years…Rene's mind pulled back to Jeff and his family the brief image of the fireball crashing to the ground filled her being; if only for a moment.

"What is going on Sam?" Rene said pushing herself out of her bed and heading for her wardrobe.

"Its not my job to know why madam President; Rene" he said using her first name something he rarely did; it had taken her a while to get used to everyone call her 'madam president' "I follow orders and my orders were quite clear" he added.

"Ok", Rene said as she got dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a T-shirt; not exactly formal wear but it was certainly better than going into work dressed in your night clothes. After sufficiently Dressing Sam Lead her out to the main room where two other Secret Service Agents and a Shinigami or 'Death God' Soldier fell in behind her on protection duty along with the 'Football Carrier'.

Rene knew something serious was going on; the Shinigami were the most elite special forces next to the Dead Six; who didn't officially exist to spare even one for a simple protection detail meant something big was going down. Rene was quickly led through the motorcade where she was bundled into the armoured Limousine. The Secret Service agent took the front seat next to the driver; while the Shinigami Agent also know as Captain Kara Collins was sat on one side of Rene while Sam sat on her other side; Sat opposite waiting in the Limousine was George Black.

George was well to put it bluntly a tough old bastard; he was around six-foot in height with broad shoulders and quite fit for a man pushing 55 years in age. He had short black hair and sprouted a full neatly trimmed thin-beard from ear to ear and wore Red tinted Glasses. George was a man that didn't officially exist by all records but then his entire department didn't exist either but that didn't mean it wasn't needed; George had served Eight Presidents and was damn good at his job. Rene's curiosity and concern was starting to peak now George rarely left his office since his wife's death a number of years ago in mysterious circumstances.

"This car is secure" George said his voice gravely and low in tone like a cross between a wise old man and a thief that would cut your throat our as soon as look at you. "What you are about to hear…" he said pushing the bridge of his glasses up over his nose slightly.

"Yeah, yeah I know the drill by now George; What is going on?" Rene said as George handed her an off yellow folder with a red chevron border around it and words like "eyes only" and "Classified" written on it.

Rene skimmed over the file as the motorcade came to a halt outside the Octagon; the Military nerve centre of Animarnia; "So Arch-Arsonist Adam Wincenty is dead?" Rene asked.

"So it wound seem; though I wouldn't count him out until we see a body; with a full DNA test", George replied. "Apparently the Vetekans grew some balls and took a shot at him" he said with an appreciative thin smile it was something he'd think of doing himself.

Rene got out of the limousine along with her escort and George as she continued to look over the folders contents of classified reports and satellite photos her eyes visibly widening in shock as she got to what George called 'the good stuff'

"They stormed the embassy!" Rene said finally as they passed security and proceeded down into 'Central Dogma' a part of the complex several thousand meters down and under 7 layers of fortified armour and hardened against a direct Twenty five megaton Nuclear Strike. "Jesus Christ are they completely fucking nuts?" Rene said loud during the elevator decent; the question was rhetorical.

"It would appear so" George replied with no change to his tone of voice; this was why he was called 'creepy' by some of the lower initiates to the AED department; the rumour was he actually smiled and then laughed upon hearing the recent news about NC.

Rene and her guards entered the command bunker part of Central Dogma; Central Dogma was a vast area of Flat Panel displays; Mission planning offices and large screens showing satellite data. Though the room was dominated mostly by a large holographic battlefield display that was currently a real-time 3D representation of Veteka and allied forces there correlated from multiple sources including boots on the ground, field agents, Satellite data, Allied command units and other forms of Data collection. In short - the picture was very accurate of the current military position of allied forces including Vetekan, Wagdoggie and Kampferian as well as other UFAN states.

George had slinked off into the shadows; these meetings weren't his thing and the fewer people who knew who he was and more specifically what he did the better he could do his job. General Jack Carville stood at the head of the table in the glass room; the room itself was sound proof and re-enforced bullet proof glass just in case. Carville was a large stocky man and had a slight what could be called Texan accent or would have if he were from Texas. Carville was head of the Joint Chiefs of Staff.

"Madam President", he said his hair gone long ago the six foot five balled man offered Rene a seat at the head of the table black oak table. The table had lush lavender comfy seats either side of it; truly the most powerful people in the country sat at this table; on the left was more of the military figures. General Frank Townes was the leader of the armed ground forces; his grey hair testament to his vast experience. Next to him was Admiral Emily Richards; one of the youngest generals in all of the defence forces she was currently in charge of the navy and it was likely any plan would involve naval assets. General Malcolm Granger and General Alexis Alexander of the Airforce and Marines occupied the far two seats respectively. Together these commanding officers were like mighty pillars holding up the very institution they protected enduring the storm no matter the cost.

On the opposite side of the table was national Security Advisor Nathaniel Bucknal; who most thought of as a slimy little git with greased hair and a personality like a used car salesman on acid. A relic undoubtedly but a necessary evil given the attempted Coup in recent times Bucknal took care of domestic concerns such as terrorism with the Homeland security and CTU Task forces.

Next to him was the Stoic Samuel Fisher an exact opposite to Bucknal; Fisher was a straight arrow; spoke his mind with frankness and honesty. Despite now being 55 years of age, 35 years of which have been spent in the intelligence service on one position or another Fisher was the director of the Intelligence Services. Next to him was the Minister of Defence Matt Cartright.

"At 4:43am Animarnia Local time; the Ennuisians' stormed the Vetekan embassy; initial reports are 98% Casualties for the Vetekan Embassy staff including the Vetekan ambassador; in Retaliation the Vetekans have stormed the Ennuisians Embassy in New Theeb. Who it seems had some prior warning to the situation and has vanished however Listening posts seem to report that a stand off has occurred at Theeb International though this is currently unconfirmed" General Carville started the briefing. All of this had been in George's report and George for all his faults as a person was if nothing else extremely thorough. She couldn't help but glance over at the strapping Marine stood at attention with the silver suitcase currently cuffed to his wrist; the nuclear 'football'. She wondered if she'd ever be forced to use it during her time, as president…she hoped for all that was good in the world she'd never have to.

"So; as you can see we currently have Three Carrier Battle Groups in the area staged at New Helgan, the DeLèan, LeFaye and Jullianne which comes to over 200 Fully Operational Navy Ships. The Rohan and the Nessa Attack groups are also staged there bringing the total number of ships up to nearly 300 vessels" Carville continued.

"What about air support?" Granger asked simply.

"We have over 400 Valkyies and nearly 1300 F-16A Priests Ready for take off at a moments notice and all ships have been armed with the Conventional WarAxe Cruise Missile and Rufous Anti Shipping Missiles. Merlin's; Seahawks and Sea Apaches are also operational with quicksilver ASMS and Torpedoes"

"What about Ground pounders?" General Towns asked.

"Currently 44,000 Marines; nearly 4000 LAV-21 Infantry fighting vehicles, 2000 Scimitar Light tanks and 900 Hummers are ready to deploy as soon as Veteka gives the word. Plus the 3rd and 4th armies are on 48 hour standby" Carville replied calmly.

"Ok; Get word to Cain; tell her to stand ready to assist"; Rene finally ordered.

New Helgan, Veteka
The Three Carrier groups had been staging for 2 weeks now; running standard patrols; Admiral Dina Cain stood on the deck of her carrier breathing in the fresh sea air; the HMS Alexia DeLèan; though the LeFaye and Julianne were a welcome sight this was Cain's patch of ragged earth and command of Joint Ops fell to her. She was also the most experienced combatant in the Vetekan theatre and saw combat during the Swan Coup, which she and Vetekan Loyalists along with Wagdoggie aid put down rather quickly.

The Communications officer; Mark McGreggor a man of pure blood Celtic decent spoke up while holding a pair of headphones to his ear;

"Skipper; Message from HQ; the Ennuisians have raided the Vetekan Embassy; its war Skipper we've been ordered to render any help we can to the Vetekans" he replied paling at the thought. Ennuisians were well known for their combat skill and certainly even gave the Doomani or Kraven are run for their money; McGregor was given no time to think however as Cain ordered a reply sent.

"Tell Command orders are acknowledged; CAG; Increase flight ops; I want as many Valkyries in the air as we can keep there in a holding pattern; when this shit comes down I want a strike laid out as fast as possible" Cain ordered "set condition 2 through the fleet"

"Aye Skipper"

FLASH ACTION MESSAGE
-ENCRYPT-
TO: VETEKA; WAGDOG COMMAND
JOIN COMMAND FLEET STANDS READY TO ASSIST STOP. REQUEST LIST OF PRIORITY TARGETS - OPERATION SPARTAN SHIELD NOW IN EFFECT. STOP. REPLY PRUDENCE REQUEESTED. STOP
FULLSTOP

Vetaka

14-08-2007, 11:16

VDF High Command, New Theeb, Vetaka:

Scarlet paced the room thinking a few minutes ago she had been asleep dreaming of her lost lover Jason Barber. She stopped and smiled at the thought of him it was then that her baby kicked slightly it wouldn't be long now until she would gave birth it was then that Scarlet went all faint and began to sway for a few seconds she thought she heard Jason’s voice all of sudden she went black and collapsed. Pearce was the first to notice coming across the room he bent down:

"Scarlet? Scarlet can you hear me?"

Before she could reply her black skirt had become soaked in Fluid, Pearce had noticed it as well he chuckled to himself:

"Right......... erm........ Stone get the Medics in here now, Scarlet’s Waters just broke"

Stone span around from gazing at the screen his face in a state of shock for the first time in his life he looked rather fearful if their was one thing his experiences living with the White Phoenix Tribe had taught him it was that a Pregnant Women giving birth had more power, anger and strength than the Ennuisian Deaths Head put together, Stone fumbled around and snatched up a Phone:

"I need the medics in here now the Presidents having her baby right here on my Command Room Floor"

A few seconds of Silence past:

"No this is not a fucking joke you fucking jacked up twat, Get the medics in here now or ill put 5 bullets in you, you got that wise crack?"

A few more seconds of silence:

"Good"

A few minutes past and the Blast Doors opened again rushing in 5 Medics entered tending to Scarlet she began to breathe very rapidly, Stone now loosing his concentration turned to Scarlet:

"Could you make it to Sick Bay? Its just we have a situation here Scarlet"

Scarlet now rather hormonal replied to Stone with a screech and a flick of a hand which sent a medic whom was attempting to check her heartbeat flying to on his backside:

"Fuck You Stone, You try moving when you have an object the size of a Melon between your legs and you have to push it through a hole the size of an apple"

Scarlet threw her Platinum Pen a pen that had cost $500,000 USD from one of New Theebs most affluent Jewellers which had been a birthday gift from the now deceased Roxanne Wright the Pen flew across the room and hit Stone in the side of head he winced and looked down at his feet whilst muttering an apology to the angry, destructive, pregnant women whom lay on floor a few meters from his Communication Officer. Scarlet now began to become tearful:

"I’m Sorry Stone, Please Forgive me? Right guys how dilated am I exactly?"

"Enough to move you Ma'am" replied the lead the medic whom put his pen touch in his pocket and readied himself to dive out of the way of a Scarlet Punch

"Excellent, Stone until Katrina gets back from New Helgan you are in Command. Pearce you have the pleasure of looking after me and holding my hand during the birth"

"But..... bbbbbutttttttt" Stammered Pearce at the thought of witnessing his Friend and theoretical Superior giving birth to his dead friends Son.

Stone burst into laughter only to fall silent and look down at some papers at the sight of joint glares from both Scarlet and Pearce, Scarlet looked up at Pearce her eyes rather puppy like at the sight of this Pearce smiled:

"Alright...."

Helping Scarlet onto a Stretcher Pearce shot an angry "You Lucky Fucking Bastard having all the Fun" sort of glare at Stone whom replied by sticking his tongue out and shooting a look at Pearce that spoke "hahahaha". Trooping out with the Medics Pearce and Scarlet made their way to the secured fortress like Sick-Bay that was contained deep within the bowls of VDF High Command. As they made their way Pearce took out his PDA like OBSAT Secured Mobile and sent a prewritten e-mail message to his good friends Christine and Charles leaders of the United Socialist States of Wagdog they where probably still asleep as it was still early morning in Lazuars if it woke them Christine would probably fly into New Theeb to be with her best friend and be their for the birth after all it was less than 2 hours flight via normal passenger plane it was less flying via Fighter or Shadowcaster. The message simply read:

OBSAT Secured Diplomatic E-mail:

To: <Secured Address "Wagdog">
From: <Secured Address "Vetaka Pearce">

Subject: News

Scarlet’s just gone into labour. Very Nasty not sure how you ladies do it. Scarlet’s is very hormonal she threw a pen at Stone drawing blood. Ring you soon with more news

Pearce

Back within the Command Room Stone was now focused back on the situation at hand after the comical incident that had just occurred, A voice now filled the room it was the voice of the Commander at New Theeb International whom was leading the mini siege of the Ennuisian Diplomatic Mission:

"Sir they have spoken" spoke the Incident Commander Jones.

A few seconds past and the Ambassadors voice came over the Speakers playing a recording of the tapped Phone Lines in the Executive Lounge of New Theeb International Airport:

“I know you are listening. You will not use us as a bargaining chip against a nation infinitely more powerful and honourable than you. ‘Potius mori quam foedari.’ If you want us, come get us, but it will be your doom. ‘On ne passe pas.’ Now, I have a plane to catch.”

Stone sighed and gazed at the large LED Screen that was now showing an active blueprint of the Heavy Vetakan Security Force around the Executive Lounge of New Theeb International Airport. The Security Alert which had grounded all Flights out of the Airport and diverted all Flights into New Theeb had now caused havoc in Airports across Vetaka as many where somewhat annoyed to see the departure and arrival screens suddenly flick to display "Delayed" or "Cancelled" next to the various flights. The chaos had attracted unwanted media attention from LBG, Vetaka Today News Network and Central Prestonia Broadcasting Group. As a result journalists argued and fought arguments with pissed off Vetakan Police Officers. Back within the Command Room Stone had to act this could go on no longer:

"Commander Jones authorization granted, You have a Go"

"Yes Sir, All Units Check In and Stand-By" came Jones Voice

"Alpha 1 Ready"

"Bravo 1 Ready"

"Charlie 1 Ready"

"Dead-Shot 1 Ready"

"Apache 1 Ready"

"Roger All Units Stand-By , Stand-By GO GO GO"

New Theeb International Airport, New Theeb, Vetaka:

With this 4 Apache Gunship’s which had been hovering on the other side of the Airport now rose and flew towards the Executive Lounge these Apache Gunship’s where not the military variant but where an especially designed version for the Vetakan Police Forces designed for Urban Situations and Riot Pacification. Their bodies where pure white with the words "Vetakan Police Department Riot Pacification Unit" written down the side. These Apaches didn't carry Military Offensive Weapons instead carried None-Lethal Weaponry these where Pressure Water-Cannon, Pressure Bean-Bag Launchers and Tear Gas Missile Launchers the only offensive weapon carried was the M230 Chain Gun. Flying directly towards the posh, affluent VIP Lounge they flew in perfect formation towards the building, as they got close Sniper Fire rang out from nearby Sniper Positions aiming for anybody whom was in range the shots where placed so they wouldn't kill but instead would incapacitate their targets. As this occurred the lounge was plunged into darkness as the power was cut the Apaches activated their huge Search Lights and directed them towards the Lounge. They came to a halt and launched an all out assault with their Tear Gas Launchers each Helicopter carried 10 Tear Gas Rockets all 4 Apaches fired their rockets which roared towards the building and exploded within the Executive Lounge this attack sent glass flying across the room as the observation windows shattered the various explosions sent the Sprinkler Systems activating and drowning the diplomats in water.

The Apache Gunship’s didn't stop their they moved as close as they dared and activated and fired their Water Cannons into the now smoking lounge anybody whom was still standing would be knocked to the floor with Water that had the power to break bones. Depleting their Water Stocks the Apaches again launched a second all out Assault of highly pressurized Bean-Bags that where again designed to incapacitate people primarily in Riot Situations rather than kill them the Apaches each holding 20 Bean Bags each fired a hail of 80 High Speed Bean Bags into the smoking building anybody whom was still standing would be knocked over and if these Bean Bags hit the unfortunate person in the head they had been known to Kill. As this barrage of none lethal weaponry took place the Vetakan Commandos in full battle gear, armed with P-90 had quickly and swiftly moved up and entered the building heading down the corridor they reached the room taking up positions they remotely opened the doors via the Control Room as they opened Tear Gas billowed out it had no affect on the Commandos whom wore Spec Ops Gas Masks throwing a total of 10 Flashbangs into the room from the two entrances the Commandos entered as soon as the explosions had subsided roaring:

"Vetakan Army, remain on the ground, Don't Move, Remain Calm"

Anybody whom was still standing, was attempting to stand or had a weapon was fired upon again with the intent to incapacitate rather than kill as the Vetakans moved through the room their Rifle Touches flickered across the room as they went.

Sick-Bay, VDF High Command, New Theeb, Vetaka:

"Breathe Breathe..............................Fucking Bastard" howled Pearce in agony clutching his Hand in Agony.

"Shut Up, Fought the Civil War shot twice in the process, Stormed the Palace of Pearce, Shot 4 times by a Crazy Socialist, Brought back from the dead by Tribal Magic yet you groan in pain from holding a women’s hand" spat Scarlet whilst trying to breathe.

Pearce let go of his friends hand only to have Scarlet snatch back and keep squeezing again Pearce groaned in pain yet he grinned and bore the pain remembering a promise he had once sworn to Scarlet’s now dead husband Admiral Jason James Barber, Pearce looked up and shot death looks at the ceiling whilst muttering:

"You owe me Jason"

He smiled and looked back down at Scarlet grinning at her as he spoke:

"Breathe come on Scarlet, Breathe, Push, Squeeze........."

Scarlet screamed in Pain, Pearce groaned as he bore what could only be described as death by Pregnant Destruction and then the cry of baby filled the room Scarlet now covered in Sweat relaxed the baby was checked and wrapped into a blanket and given to Scarlet whom cradled it, smiled and softly spoke:

"Hello, little one"

She looked up a single tear ran down her sweat covered face:

"I love you, Jason"

Pearce backed away holding his now red and swollen hand retrieving an Ice Pack from a nearby locker he held it to his hand standing their it was so beautiful see her with child. Now Pearce's job truly began.

Foothills of the Rogers Mountain Range, Free Dominion of Vetaka:

The morning Sun rose over the foothills of the Rogers Mountain slowly bathing the area in its calming, innocent glow. The streams that eventually flowed into the Innocence River this area was a protected one it was also strictly off limits to all as theoretically it was not Vetakan Lands it belonged to the Tribe of the White Phoenix as a result it was patrolled by the White Phoenix furthermore a whole manner of hidden defences existed to protect the true lands of Loyalty. As soon as the Wagdogian soldiers had entered they had been picked up by CCTV Cameras and Motion Sensors. 2 White Phoenix Warriors whom where tasked to patrol and defend these sacred lands they had picked up the Wagdogians they had also co-ordinated further Warriors to the area so that contact could be made, The Warriors took up positions locking the Wagdogians up ready to fire if it was required the Wagdogians where deeply respected but just because one wore a Friends Uniform did not mean they where a friend. Hiding in the undergrowth Chief Quicksilver appeared and began directing orders strictly in sign language the White Phoenix listened carefully to this women after few seconds the Chief again gave signals raising to his feet he stepped out of the undergrowth and into view of the Wagdogians at the same time 30 White Phoenix Warriors stood and revealed themselves to the Wagdogians keeping rifles trained until the signal was given to lower them, Quicksilver spoke his voice carrying across the foothill:

"Identify yourself? Friend or Foe, You are surrounded. These are White Phoenix Lands"

"Colonel Rose McGuffin of the Wagdian Red Army's Fourteenth Airborne Corps" came a reply

Quicksilver immediately rose his hand and gave a signal the rifles where lowered and the Warriors stepped forward exchanging pleasant greetings with the Wagdogian Troops Quicksilver bowed to Rose on one knee the rest of the warriors did the same Quicksilver spoke in English as no foreigner had yet to learn the Tribal Language:

"I bow to no man"

The Warriors in unison did the same:

"I bow to no man"

Rising to their feet Quicksilver smiled and addressed Rose:

"Your lucky we intercepted you here"

Quicksilver turned to his left took our a pebble and threw it 40 or so meters away from the group it hit the floor and all of a sudden a net trap sprang up around and shot up into the air eventually coming to a silent rock some 50 foot in the air suspended from one of the great oaks of the mountains. Quicksilver spoke in his native tongue and the Warriors burst into action two of them went to reset the age old trap, the other warriors left and for a few seconds Rose, Quicksilver and her men. Eventually the Warriors this time on horseback returned Quicksilver smiled through his greyish beard:

"You must be hungry let us go to the Citadel, We shall share horses, Rose you shall share with me"

The Warriors and the Wagdogians mounted the horses together, Quicksilver mounted his horse a massive White Stallion he looked down at Rose and offered his hand to help her up taking it they mounted the horse together. Riding off Quicksilver was followed by the Warriors and the Wagdogians it wouldn’t be long before they arrived within the Citadel of Loyalty high up within the mountains of Rogers.

OBSAT Messages:

OBSAT SECURE COMMUNICATION
TO: PRES. AARON H. PRESTON
FROM: PRES SCARLET ROGERS

VETKAN CONFIRMATION OF PRESTONIAN OBSAT OBSERVATION STOP VETAKAN EMBASSY WITHIN MER DES ENNUIS HAS BEEN ATTACKED AND DESTROYED STOP VDF & VSIS HAVE LAUNCHED OPERATIONS TO SECURE ANSWERS STOP VSIS WAS NOT AS FAR AS GOVERNMENT KNOWS RESPONSIBLE FOR ATTACK ON ADAM WINCENTY STOP VDF HAS GONE TO DEFCON 1 AND IS PREPARING FOR CONFLICT STOP REQUEST NO TROOPS STOP HAVE SPECIAL ASSIGNMENT FOR CENTRAL PRESTONIAN MILITARY & CIPIA STOP WILL OUTLINE DETAILS VIA VETAKAN AMBASSADOR TO YOUR NATION STOP ALSO REQUEST USE OF LIMITED CENTRAL PRESTONIAN OBSAT CAPACTIY TO BOOST OVERALL ALLIED OBSAT CAPACITY IN THIS OPERATION STOP PRESIDENT ROGERS HAS GONE INTO LABOUR VICE PRESIDENT FIELDING HAS TAKEN OFFICE FOR THE TIME BEING STOP

FULL STOP

OBSAT SECURE COMMUNICATION

TO: ANIMARNIAN GENERAL COMMAND
FROM: VETAKAN VDF HIGH COMMAND & USSW COMMAND

REQUEST OPERATION SPARTAN SHEILD PRIMARILY HOLD DEFENSIVE POSITIONS AROUND NEW HELGAN AND LA ROCKA AREA OF OPERATIONS STOP VETAKAN EMBASSY WITHIN MER DES ENNUIS HAS BEEN ATTACKED AND DESTROYED STOP VDF & VSIS HAVE LAUNCHED OPERATIONS TO SECURE ANSWERS STOP VSIS WAS NOT AS FAR AS GOVERNMENT KNOWS RESPONSIBLE FOR ATTACK ON ADAM WINCENTY STOP VDF HAS GONE TO DEFCON 1 AND IS PREPARING FOR CONFLICT STOP WAR NOT DECLARED AT TIME STOP WILL PROVIDE UPDATES AS AND WHEN WE GET THEM STOP PRESIDENT ROGERS HAS GONE INTO LABOUR VICE PRESIDENT FIELDING HAS TAKEN OFFICE FOR THE TIME BEING STOP

FULL STOP

Vetaka

14-08-2007, 11:36

OOC: My apologies id forgotten about this part of the RP. This takes place at the same time of the Ennuisian Attack on the Vetakan Embassy.

The Sea of Ghosts, Oil Facility 12A, Mer Des Ennuis, 0645:

Annabel wished she had taken the Cyanide Capsule on that wretched roof anything was better than what this man was doing to her. She was starving she was also hallucinating she must be either that or Global Warming was getting seriously out of hand as a yellow bird that was sitting in the corner begged to differ.

She dived into the MRE and began to eat and as fast and as hard as she could. She gazed at the TV Screen it showed the attack the VDF Diplomatic Guards fought like true Vetakans yet alas they where soon overrun. Seeing innocent people die for some sick and twisted SSA Agenda Annabel began to feel sick. She started to vomit onto the floor she gazed back at the TV she had to act she snatched up the plastic knife and attempted to try and slit her wrists all she wanted to do was die, let go and be with those she had loved and last.

Wagdog

14-08-2007, 12:57

OOC: Here we go...
Semi-SIC
Rogers Mountain Range, En Route to the Citadel of Loyalty; Free Dominion of Vetaka
Riding with Chief Quicksilver, Col. Rose McGuffin decided to go over the situation, timing her words to match the lower points in the white stallion's thunderous pace. "I'm but one of some thirty-thousand Wagdian Rangers on New Newman Island, Your Majesty. Our orders, should you have them, are to work with your warriors and secure both Tribal and Vetakan rear areas against expected enemy infiltration." She blanched a second before continuing. "Intel suggests that these 'Death's Head' commandos of the Ennuisians will be particularly vicious, and are well-armed. Hence, our skills shall have to be the better; and that is why, in addition to protecting the welfare of your people, we have returned."

As the beautiful mountains passed, Rose decided it needed saying anyway; while there was time. She had to make this moment the best it could be. "You should know, Your Majesty, I've passed on what I learned before the Clandonians attacked; within all the units I've served in or trained. As best I can, anyway. Show my men how it's done by the White Phoenix, and I believe they'll complete what I taught them as well as any not born of the tribe can in so short a time as we have." She knew she couldn't substitute for Chief Quicksilver's guidance, but all the same she'd impressed upon her Rangers the importance of focus and being ready to adapt to the environment around; more so than most SOF classes taught. And the importance of basic marksmanship, via daily practice like the tribesmen did since childhood, and bladed or hand-to-hand combat; so as to ensure her Rangers understood that one must be prepared for all possible forms of combat at any time, flowing from one to the other without hesitation or prejudice. Rose's Seitengewehr 98/05 Neuer Art Mauser bayonet for her Tokarev-caliber ATP-12 submachine gun, a bayonet with a weighted edge and serrated back, suitable for use as a basic chopping or sawing tool as well as nastier things, embodied this spirit.

The mountains passed, as did time. Colonel Rose McGuffin thought she heard the call of a roosting White Phoenix nearby, and truly enough it helped to ease her tensions a fair deal. She knew that in these mountains, she would fight as best she could for a people she admired. And here, in these mountains, the enemies of these people were going to die by her hand...

SIC
Red Army Air Force Two, Airspace Heading Away from Mount Castro; Wagdog
Christine Friedrich had gotten used to airplane life, truth be told, but naturally still preferred her home in the Palace of the Revolution. UFAN HQ in Lucianus, Granate with it's apartments was also nice, but since she had a datalink to UFAN channels on her particular Il-87 Maxdome it wasn't as much an issue as it might otherwise be. However, the channel that she was monitoring was a far better one of late: Pearce's e-mail to her and Charles regarding Scarlet giving birth at long last.

Yes! Guess what, Arch Arsonist? She thought of the now-dead Wincenty, and smirked brutally. Your assassination plan against this child and its mother? EPIC FAIL! Mature? Not exactly, but she was well past being mature regarding the Ennuisian leadership now. If they saw fit to treat her best friend after Charles the way they did, then they had forefeited any right to her respect; and would have to earn it back, though Christine couldn't imagine how as yet, nor did she particularly want to.

Right now, if she'd had her way rather than being trapped per necessity in this de-facto flying bunker, all she wanted to do... was kill the Ennuisians. To kill them until they begged for mercy like they never had before, and explained precisely why they saw fit to attempt to murder a mother and her child rather than bringing their beef with Wagdog straight up. To kill like she had back when she and her husband were in the bush during the Seventies; fighting imperialists, local despots and mad scientists alike with equal dispatch and ruthlessness. Not exactly the most mature of feelings in this situation; but again, Christine was beyond maturity at this point. Rage was all. All, that is, except for her joy at hearing of Scarlet's ultimate triumph to come this morning. Good Guys: 1, Bad Guys: 0. Try Again, Arch Arsonist?

If only any war were ever so simple as it seemed to Chrstine that morning. If only. She typed the following message back to Pearce, sure that Charles was doing similarly at that very moment; wives' intuition, as might be said.
OBSAT Secured Diplomatic E-mail:

To: <Secured Address "Vetaka Pearce">
From: <Secured Address "Wagdog2">

Subject: News

We ladies do it because we must; didn't you read Lysistrata?. To give birth once is equvialent in pain to standing on the front lines three times over! Damn you men for your biology!:P Sry, I'm a bit wacky myself lately; those thrice-damned Ennuisians and all. Trying to murder the innocent twice over... Anyway, great news and SO good to hear from you, Daniel. Take care of her; I trust you, living dead man.;)

Much Love,
Christine

Feeling her own tummy, Christine hoped she'd be able to feel the joy of motherhood at long last. The Event had denied it, the horror of a twenty-years stillborn child being all she'd given birth to the morning after that bizarre, Brigadoon-esque night which turned November 12 1976 into November 13, 1996 by whatever trick of magic or else. Wagdog had lost much that night, many dying or else changing into the first Vampires and Werepeople; stability coming only after the Elves arrived and made their deal with the then-Communist Party to set up a more-equitable regime. Christine, personally, had lost a would've been son; and nearly her husband soon after during the Blood and Soil Revolt before it was crushed.

Yes, Christine hoped indeed that she could join Scarlet in that last and greatest circle of sisters. That is, motherhood. She hoped; but would it be answered?

Red Army Air Force One
Charles looked at Pearce's e-mail, and smiled like he hadn't in days. Point, Wincenty. Soon it shall be game, set, and match as well. Typing into his laptop, he answered the e-mail.
OBSAT Secured Diplomatic E-mail:

To: <Secured Address "Vetaka Pearce">
From: <Secured Address "Wagdog1">

Subject: News

Excellent. Make sure she is safe; I suspect the enemy will learn of this, and act as they have so far. And tell her... she's a lucky woman. Hopefully, when all this insanity is done, I'll be able to bestow upon Christine the same honor; and survive her... gratitude, no doubt. Anyway, I'll keep you up to date as well. Stay strong.

Your Friend and Fellow Sword,
Charles

That done, and turning to the VDF communication, he typed out another OBSAT message on his PDA. This was how he'd keep Daniel up to date, naturally; and all others relevant as well.

OBSAT SECURE BATTLEFIELD COMMUNICATION
TO: ANIMARNIAN GENERAL COMMAND, VDF CENTRAL COMMAND.
FROM: USSW WAR OFFICE CINC, GEN. SEC. CHARLES D. LIND.
TASKING UNDERSTOOD AND CONFIRMED. STOP
WOULD USING SPARTAN SHIELD FORCES AS FLANKING ELEMENTS AGAINST ENNUISIAN INVASION FLEET ONCE SAID IS IN COASTAL DEFENSE RANGE BE ADVISED? STOP
EITHER WAY, OUR FORCES ARE IN POSITION BOTH FOR SPARTAN SHIELD AND DEFENSE OF NEW THEEB. STOP
OUR REGARDS TO ACTING PRESIDENT FIELDING; WE AWAIT HIS DIRECTIVES AS NEEDED, AND WILL LISTEN. STOP
LET'S SHOW THESE ENNUISIANS WHO THEY'RE DEALING WITH...

FULL STOP

That sent, Charles' glasses lent a murderous sheen to his steely blue eyes. He steepled his hands in front of his nose for a bit, pensive; but also looking like someone planning something most malevolent. Which, as far as the Ennuisians were concerned, was indeed the case. Yes, most malevolent indeed; what with the fleets already in position for Spartan Shield as a simple maneuvering-room preserving precaution, ready to strike when and as required. To strike without mercy, against those who would surely show none; the very essence of War...

Hamilay

14-08-2007, 13:55

The normally empty bunker beneath the Presidential Palace was a hive of activity, with military personnel running in near-panic all over the place, shouting orders and tapping buttons on keyboards. In a soundproofed meeting room separated from the main complex, various Hamilayan officials and the President sat around a large oak table. Defence Minister Whittaker took a swig of his glass of orange juice.

"It seems that these meetings are getting to be a familiar occurence. Perhaps we should make it a weekly Sunday thing. This is a new venue, though," he said dryly.

"Enough, Whittaker," said the President, rather forcefully for a normally mild-mannered man. "Sorry. Well... damn it."

"Son of a bitch!" spat Field Marshal Bennett. "And after we've already committed to Londim, too."

"Well, you should have known this was coming, Bennett." Whittaker replied, still dryly. "Gentlemen, it appears this is war. The Vetakan embassy in MDE has been attacked, and the Vetakans have responded in kind to Ennuisian delegates. It begins."

"There are no other options. Hamilay goes to war. We will not abandon Vetaka at the eleventh hour. More like one AM, but same difference," said the President. "Those battle groups I requested had better be ready to go, McIver."

"It's all going according to plan, Mr President. We're going to have to pull Liberator off home fleet duty, though, if we want a dreadnought. We do want a dreadnought, don't we?"

"Naturally. So, we have two battle groups already deployed in Vetaka, and another ten are en route. Now, gentlemen, I believe it is time for more assertive measures. Call up the reserves."

"The reserves? As you say, Mr President. How many?"

"Bring the Air National Guard to full combat alert readiness. I want twenty million army reservists moved and trained to frontline units. How soon can we do that?"

"How many of those do you intend deploying?"

The President looked to the Defence Minister. "Whittaker?"

"Four million, perhaps, to supplement our regular forces. Bennett, can you get that number of regular troops sent to Vetaka?"

"We'll be stretched a bit, but if you give me the funds and backing to train up twenty million of our reserves, I believe we can spare that many and have enough for defence of the heartland."

"Good. Chancellor- Parliament?"

"We are obligated to assist the Vetakans with military aid. Parliament doesn't have much jurisdiction over what we send exactly, apart from calling up reservists, so all the troops you like can be off to Vetaka. That's not a problem."

"Also good. As of now, Operation Eternal Guard kicks in fully. We are now at war with the Armed Republic of Mer des Ennuis. Rob, contact Vetaka ASAP."

Secure Transmission
FROM: Federal Republic of Hamilay
TO: Free Dominion of Vetaka
It appears that war between Vetaka and Mer des Ennuis is looming. Hamilayan forces are mobilising, and we are preparing to send an additional ten naval battle groups to join the two already in Vetakan waters, as well as eight million troops at this stage, if there are no Vetakan objections. As is usual, Hamilay honours its commitments to its allies in all hours. Hamilayan codename for the defence of Vetaka against Mer des Ennuis- Operation Eternal Guard- has commenced.

Central Prestonia

14-08-2007, 14:16

Preston stared at the email he got back for awhile before typing his response. Scarlet going into labor this early was not a good thing, not when the Ennusians could attack at any second. It was imperative that Scarlet get out of Vetaka ASAP.

OBSAT SECURE COMMUNICATION
TO: PRES. SCARLET ROGERS
FROM: PRES. AARON PRESTON
PERMISSION TO USE PRESTONIAN OBSAT GRANTED STOP.
CPIA MET WITH VETAKAN AMBASSADOR, SAID TO EXPECT DELIVERY WITHIN TWO WEEKS STOP.
IN THEIR OPINION YOU ARE NOT SAFE IN VETAKA STOP.
RECOMMEND EVAC TO NEUTRAL UFAN NATION ASAP STOP.
WE CAN TAKE YOU IF NEED BE FULL STOP.

Mer des Ennuis

14-08-2007, 16:20

OOC: Jesus you people write fast, give me time to respond! And no one thought of contacting my government; shame. To think, all this declared and done within the first hour of the raid on the Embassy.

Mer des Ennuis

15-08-2007, 01:57

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=New Theeb, Vetaka=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
650 million. Cash. That financed a small investment bank, which purchased a petroleum pipeline and a small distribution network. 250 million. Cash. That bought a chain of gas stations. 300 million. Cash. That bought five warehouses servicing almost one hundred small businesses. Which were paid for in cash. 200 million. Rooms for rent. Low income areas. 20 million. Cash. Bribes for low-level officials, landlords, and former owners to expedite the process, as well as for “protection.” Another 100 million. So had been the activities of the Death Watch over several months in this small section of Vetaka. This was the modus operandi of the Death’s Head units: embrace, extend, extinguish. The Death’s Head operated fronts innumerable around the globe; all were profitable, and all were fully legal.

Jeans. Hiking boots. T-shirt. Unshaven. Coffee. Captain James Xu, Death Watch, sat drinking coffee at “The Black Phoenix”, a small coffee shop in New Theeb, under the assumed name of “Christopher Chang.” The world had passed over his slice of heaven since that day in Wincenty’s office.

“You’re running the Vetakan connection. Stay low. Disappear. We’ll find you when we need you.”

He sipped his French roast. It was far from the quality of Ville de la Vie, but it was passable. A man, mid-to-late teens, stopped at the coffee shop.

“Mister Wang?” James looked up, surprised. “I’m from Speedy Parcel Inc, we have a package for you, told to deliver it to your person. ”Century Hardware” told me you’d be here.”

“Oh, right… right.” He slipped the man a $50 tip, and went into the shop, ignoring his astonished look. Walking past the staff, he slipped into the back, and went to a small office he kept in the second floor apartment. The package was mostly fluff, but there was a two word message:

“Protocol 1.”

”Shit” he thought… ”I’m being reactivated…”

He was on the website in a flash: the interweb was the perfect method of transferring messages covertly. In this case, it was on a Usenet group. It would be gone in five minutes.

“Billy. The Big Man has been shot, and is dead to the world. Attached is a memo recovered from the Vetakan Embassy during today’s raid. The story is just hitting the international wires. We have lost contact with the Ennuisian Diplomatic Mission; presumed compromised. The package is at location 5. Make contact with our friends in the mountains. You know what to do.”

James’s soft demeanor suddenly hardened. It was a 10 minute ride to the maintenance depot. The “package” was sitting in a trouble truck.

“Ivan! Pleasure to see you!” he exclaimed, giving the man a friendly hug.

“Likewise Arthur, mind taking a ride with me? We have pipe that needs inspecting.”

“Sure thing.” James got in the passenger’s seat. Any listening device that may have been aimed at them would hear nothing but diesel engine.

“Captain Xu, I’m sure you’ve heard the news?”

“Yes Major Mikhalio. Good to hear that Adam is still alive. You know how to get to the Rogers mountains from here, right?”

“Indeed. It will be a long, hard trek after we relieve the crew.”

They drove in silence for half an hour, before dropping off the truck at a work crew.
Machete. Canteen. MRE. Flint. Another forty five minutes passed before they formally left Vetaka, and were in the land of the White Phoenix.”

If they would be shot, Xu didn’t know. He was sure they were being watched. He was also sure that Quicksilver, a man whom he respected among few others, would find out.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=Mer de Noms, Office of the Arch Arsonist=-=-=-=-=-=-==-

There was a knock.

“Come in” commanded Ivan Andrei.

“Hello Sir. I’m here to report on mobilization status.”

“Yes Director Nieveski?”

“We’ve talked with Central Gateway and Pacific Transit. They’ll be more than happy to devote all their resources towards immediate mobilization. My office is coordinating with them as we speak. They guess that they’ll have trains coming into the ports every twenty minutes.”

“Excellent Kathryn, something good for a change.”

“I’ve also taken the liberty of contacting the airlines, they are setting aside a quarter of all flights for immediate military use.”

“Amazing. Is that all?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Good, I see why Adam appointed you.”

She blushed, and quietly left.

Ivan sat back, somewhat satisfied. Theater Air Defense was operating at 99.4% capacity; several launchers were down for maintenance. Shore defenses too were undergoing combat-preparations, and were at a measly 92% readiness; expected to improve to 99.9% effectiveness within a week. Still, that wasn’t good enough. War hung like a black cloud on the horizon, and the Armed Republic had yet to make so much as an “ahem.” He stared off at the slowly rising sun. His peace was interrupted by a crisis alarm and a ringing phone.

“Sir, urgent. Ambassador Turing is under heavy fire at Theeb International.”

“What?”

“Sir, the captain of the guard is asking for orders.”

Ivan’s heart stopped. ”Fucking bastards”

“Sir, orders?”

“Tell the ambassador that… he is military liaison to Vetaka in this time of trouble, and his sole role is to act as a physical conduit between our nations until we can find a more qualified replacement or set up an uninterruptible, and a direct representative of this office. If he is harmed, we will glass them. Tell him that their ambassador took his own life.”

“Yes, sir.”

Ivan slammed the phone down, and sighed.

“I have to do something… but what?”

He rubbed his chin, sighed, and started drafting a letter.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=New Theeb International Airport, Vetaka=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“Yes, sir.” Shouted the captain over the thunderous sounds of sandbags. Like the others, he had taken cover behind a column with no line-of-sight with windows. The teargas was a minor annoyance; the smashed windows vented it faster than the canisters could dispense.

“Ambassador” he shouted, a bean bag smashing the concrete and marble column. “Fuck. Ambassador Turing, you’ve been named Military Liaison to the Vetakan Government pending the installation of a hard-line! Vetaka will be nuked if they do not comply! What are your orders? Sir? Orders?”

Willard, huddling behind an overturned couch, was curled up, covering his head. The other soldiers, each crouching on their own, idly dropped smoke grenades. It would take some time, and the ventilation lowered their effectiveness, but any little bit helped. The bean bags stopped, and nearly a dozen flash bangs went off. The torches gave away the Vetakan positions perfectly. The captain nodded, and the first guard began to turn.

“Ennuisians stand down!” shouted Willard. The guards relaxed slightly. Willard stood, hands at his sides yet clearly empty. He slowly walked through the thin smoke towards the leader.

“I have been appointed Military Liaison to Vetaka. If I am harmed you will be nuked. I have ordered my men to stand down.”

He looked at the masked men in what passed for eyes. He could see his visage in the reflection. It was breaking.

“Captain, tell them I have accecpted the position. Take your men on the plane, and leave.”

The guards, weapons at ease, revealed themselves. Perfect kill zones all around; almost a turkey shoot. They backed slowly to the terminal, covering one another, and disappeared on the jet way, not saying a word.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
To: The Member States of UFAN
From: The Office of the Arch Arsonist
Re: The Assault on the Ennuisian Embassy
Encryption: Helix Cipher, Eyes Only

Greetings in these troubled times.

As I’m sure many of you are aware, tensions have been high between Vetaka and Mer des Ennuis in recent weeks. I write this with the purpose of avoiding a confrontation that will lead solely to unnecessary death. I find the lack of communication from the member states of UFAN disturbing: millions have died because of lack of transparency.

You have heard that an assassin was captured outside the Vetakan embassy in Mer de Noms. We have obtained credible information from this assassin that she was, indeed, an agent of the Vetakan Government. Acting on this information, I ordered that the Vetakan embassy be seized. While this is usually a causus belli, I need not remind you that our beloved Adam Wincenty was shot, and not a word of consolation was given to our nation. We recognized the risk, and acted. We have found a memo that we believe to be proof of Vetakan involvement in the plot. The memo, in full, reads as follows.

Name of Document: "Notification of VSIS Intelligence Operations within Mer De Noms”

For Attention Of: Attache of Security and Military Affairs Daniel Parker

Security Level: Eyes Only

Document Body:

VSIS Political Intelligence Unit as well as Strategically Intelligence Unit have evidence to suggest the attack upon President Rogers was planned, directed and carried out by the State Security Administration with the specific intent to destabilize and remove the Democratically elected Government of the Free Dominion of Vetaka.

As a result to protect democracy under the direction and authorization of the VSIS Command Unit and the Director of Security this is is an official notification to you as Attaché of Security at the Mer De Noms Vetakan Embassy that affective immediately VSIS Counter-Intelligence Operations have begun to protect and defend the Vetakan State from this grave threat.

Further to these Operations and Emergency Contingency Offensive Operation is in the pipeline should the situation turn sour. You will receive further details should this Contingency be activated. You are to make the usual preparations as per Protocol. You are to keep this information Classified and the relevant security measures should be taken to maintain this documents security. You are to advise and brief your Ambassador at your own discretion.

The Armed Republic claims no part in the assassination attempt on Scarlet Rogers. As I would hope our history in the nation of Strator would prove, the Ennuisian method involves smart bombs and echelons above corps, not a stab in the dark by some hapless assassin. I hope that some of you will see the rationality and reason behind this. I am positive that the communists among you will see this as bourgeoisie capitalist lies and deceit. The actions of the Vetakan government warrant the prior option. Some of my chiefs of staff are clamoring for Mrs. Roger’s head on a platter and for the cities of Vetaka to burn. I do not want that.

To the nations of UFAN: Stand your forces down, our quarrel is not with you. We do not want to spill the blood of your soldiers in this war. UFAN will remain, regardless of how this cruel play runs its course.

To the nation of Vetaka: our demands are simple: turn over Scarlet Rogers, the head of the VSIS, and any other officials involved for trial. We will not seek the death penalty, for your people have acted with honor in the past. You have one week.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Ivan sent the letter to the code rooms. It would be delivered in a matter of minutes, but that did not matter now. Ivan stepped out of the office onto the balcony, overlooking the Capital Square. Guardsmen, the press, and a number of civilians stood, silent.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“Am I on?”

“Not yet Miss Matheson… you will be in 3… 2…”

“I am Crystal Matheson reporting for The Republican. I stand here at the Capital Building, where Admiral of the Navies and Acting Arch Arsonist Ivan Andrei has announced a press conference. What this is about, no one knows, but some in the crowd speculate that he will announce the ascension to Arch Arsonist.”

The heavy doors on the 15th floor balcony swung open, and Ivan walked out.

“My fellow Ennuisians. I am pleased to announce that the assassination attempt has failed. Adam Wincenty lives and breathes!”

There was a thunderous applause, and Crystal found herself cheering as loudly as anyone. She regained her composure, least someone see her. Ivan raised his hands, quieting the crowd.

“I am also pleased to announce that, after interrogating the suspect, we have found a link to the nation responsible for this. Vetaka.”

The crowd was stunned.

“The raid on the embassy has turned up credible, concrete evidence. Though this information is classified, I can tell you this: The Vetakan Government authorized the assassination attempt on Adam Wincenty.”

The crowd murmured angrily.

“An assassination such as this lacks honor, and I find that uncharacteristic of the nation of Vetaka. I have issued an ultimatum to the nation of Vetaka: surrender the officials responsible for this act, and there will be peace, and all will be forgiven, for we are a merciful nation.”

Ivan paused. The crowd was silent.

“As the saying goes, hope for the best, prepare for the worst. Vetaka has fallen under the influence of communist agents who abhor our freedoms, who seek to destroy us just as the traitors of old. Many of you have fought and bled to ensure that does not happen. To avoid a possible global war in what should be nothing more than a police action, I have contacted the member states of UFAN, and I have appointed a military liaison to Vetaka to ensure that as few lives are sacrificed as possible. This will not be a war that scars the Earth. This will not be a war that causes an honorable nation to devolve into a third-world cesspool. This is a war of justice. My fellow Ennuisians, in the coming hours and days, I will call upon you to serve your nation. Some of you will make the ultimate sacrifice in answering that call. I wish you will. To the nations of the world: my door is open.”

The crowd roared in applause, the staccato of gunfire barely audible above the noise.

Kampfers

15-08-2007, 03:04

OOC: V, we are going to need that plan enabled I discussed with you.

SIC

Kampfers Stadt, Kampfers
The residence of the Fuhrer

Shawn Bennet moved silently through the dark night. He wore the collar on his trench coat upturned, and moved silently towards the door. Two of the Kampferian elite "Spartan" soldiers stopped him at the door. Flashing an identification, they parted, allowing him entrance.

He walked down the long hall towards the bedroom, pondering on what the parcel he held contained. It had to be important to disturb the Fuhrer at this hour. Reaching the Fuhrer's door, he knoked loudly twice. Another Spartan let him in, and then went to waken the Fuhrer. Bennet went and sat in a cozy armchair in the corner. After the Fuhrer woke up, he turned towards the visitor.

The bright light turned on over them forced him to squint, and he couldn't tell who the mysterious person was. "Excuse me for my appearance, but it is 3 in the morning. Now, who are you and why are you in my bedroom?"

Bennet smiled. "Forgive me. I am Shawn Bennet of Sector 5. Today, you recieved this package. It is from Mer des Ennuis, and..."

"Those Ennusian bastards! Waking me at this hour! Hrmph. It can wait." He laid down, starting to bull the comforter back over his head.

Bennet smiled, and rose out of the chair. "Sir. I believe you should view it. Now." He extended the package towards the Fuhrer, who took it reluctantly. "Now excuse me, but I do not believe I am cleared to hear what this package holds." He bowed towards the Fuhrer, turned, and walked out.

The Fuhrer stared over the package disapprovingly. If there was one thing he didn't like amidst the many perks of his job, it was that he would be woken at all hours of the morning, oftentimes over nothing at all. However, this package seemed different. It reeked of traitorus thoughts. These Ennusians were slimey bastards. He turned the package over, and withdrew the knife he left on his nightstand while he slept. He slit the package open, and withdrew the letter inside. He read it once, then read it again. He threw the letter down in anger. "Fucking shit!" He exclaimed. He jumped out of bed, and trew on some shoes and a shirt. He was oddly arrayed for a national leader, in pajama pants, a rock band t-shirt, and a pair of rugged old sneakers. He ran out of his room in this attire. He needed to get to his office, or at least the one in his house.

He made his way quickly down the hall, and many of the guards eyed him akwardly. The Fuhrer had never displayed himself in such a fashion, and it made the soldiers wary. But they did not fear. They were the elite. They were Spartans. Throwing himself down at his desk, he quickly scrawled out a letter to Scarlet Rodgers.

Dear President Rodgers,

It appears that we may have a few issues on our hands. While I know as well as you that these Ennusians were behind your assassination, this is too high a response. We do not stoop to the levels of the enemy! However, our bonds are stronger than this. We shall stand with you no matter what the Ennusians say. Right now they attempt to turn UFAN against you. They attempt to weaken your strength. However, we are closer than just UFAN. The same can not be said for all, however. It is for this reason that I offer you my advice. Either you can give yourself up, or you they will declare war on you. So I advise you to either give yourself up, or do the following. Kampfers can quickly be mobilized to full status, however, this may be too late. If UFAN does not come to your aid, the fight wll be tough, and we may win, but not assured. As such, I say that we take the initiative. Call their claims forged and preposterous, even if they are true. Then declare war. They infringed on your soil, killed your embassy personell, and forged a notice. All more than enough to declare war. Within minutes of declaring war, have a massive coordinated strike. Kampfers will gladly aid. Strike their Capital ships and Carriers in port, strike their military bases and key passes needed for mobilization with god rods. Strike them with long distance bombers. With the full commitment of Vetaka, Kampfers, and a few others, we can reduce the strength of Mer des Ennuis by at least half in the course of a few minutes. Then, the fight will be simpler and save many a life on tehe allied side. I also propose a massive sattellite strike against all Mer des Ennuis satellites, civilan and military. If we rid them of their satellites, we rid them of a crucial piece of their military. This is what I propose. I await your response, my friend.

Sincerely,
Fuhrer Richtoff

As Fuhrer Richtoff signed his name, he sighed. It was a bad situation, but he had seen worse. He dearly hoped that Scarlet would accept one of his options. The fate of many rested on it. He turned back to his computer and sent out a message to his Cheifs of Staff containing mobilization orders.

As he sat, millions of men moved to their ships, already arranging in strike groups. Pilots of bombers ran towards their planes. They knew their missions would be of uptmost importance, and they anxiously awaited their marching orders. The army began to mobilize, and above everyone, satellites moved into postion. Kampfers would be ready for this fight.

Animarnia

15-08-2007, 09:56

"The Price of freedom is every drop of sweat; every pint of blood; every ounce of strength we have, paid in advance" - Alexia DeLèan, 42nd President Of Animarnia

The Octagon, Lilica City, Animarnia
Rene was still in the meeting room connived in under the name Completely Really Assed-up Situational Hell meeting; abbreviated to CRASH to make it sound more professional one of the many ideas from the mind of Jack Carville that loosely translated meant a FUBAR Meeting. Thankfully these weren't as common as one might first expect.

Admiral Richards nodded while holding a phone to her ear; the Vetekan's had sent a message, which she repeated to Rene word for word; with an almost exuberant smile on the last part of the message about Scarlet going into labour. Rene cracked a wide smile; this was good news as she watched and re-watched the footage of the Vetekan embassy raid captured by an amateur film maker and had since made international news outlets. Humanity was capable of such wonderful dreams…and terrible nightmares.

Rene was angry; not just angry though she burned with hatred; hatred that could only be quenched with Ennuisian blood; Scarlet was not just an allied leader but a personnel friend; honour and loyalty demanded a response; and Justice would be implements of slaughter; the Ennuisians would come to Veteka and they would die there.. "Tell Scarlet my best Wishes and that as soon as this ugly business is behind us I'd like to visit the baby" Rene said with a smile.

"Should we contact the Ennuisians?" Bucknal running a hand through his Grey greased back hair with a thoughtful glint in his eye; "Maybe they have an explanation for all this we should try and be diplomatic?" he said

"An ask them what exactly Mr Bucknal?" Rene said with a death glare as she adjusted her glasses. "Should we just ask them why they saw fit to try and kill a woman and her unborn child, or should we ask why they saw fit to circumvent diplomatic protocol and raid an embassy considered sovereign soil. Or should we ask why their ambassador is currently trying to flee the country on live International Television!" Rene raised her voice increasingly with each sentence until she was almost yelling; the final point made by the ANN feed that was currently showing a news chopper broadcasting the live raid on Theeb International by Vetekan Commandos and Police units.

"Madam president; perhaps you are too…personally involved in…" Bucknal began but was quickly interrupted.

"Out" Rene ordered; her voice low and barely hiding the malice contained in her right now.

"Pardon?" he replied as if thunderstruck.

"Get out" Rene repeated; "The Vetekans saved my life; they saved this country from anarchy; you are no longer required at this meeting Mr Bucknal; now get out" Rene elaborated taking all her will power not to yell.
"I protest!" Bucknal began but Rene cut him off again.

"Sargent" Rene said turning her eyes towards the two armed officers in combat gear who snapped to attention upon her address; "Escort Mr Bucknal out of this meeting; if he resists; shoot him", she said with some emphasis on the last two words.

The two soldiers grabbed Nathaniel Bucknal by the arms and escorted him out of the meeting. Rene turned back to everyone else; "Now Any more suggestions?"

"I suggest we activate Cerberus; the Ennuisians might try to counter invade us for defending Veteka; or one of there allies might; they have some ties with Kraven; this could get messy but I say we make this place there graves" Fisher spoke up. Fisher was one of the few people not surprised or fazed by Rene's outburst. Heck he'd have punched Bucknal in the jaw long ago if he thought he could come up with a believably excuse for doing so that wouldn't get him sued. Bucknal was a snivelling little rat and many believed he had ties to Miriam during the assassination of President Friedman though no one could prove anything.

"Do it" She said; and with two simple words the Cerberus Initiative went into effect; The Threatcon and DEFCON levels were risen to Three. This in real term put all ICBM Missile Silos and ABM Systems on alert as well as activated all Air and Coastal Defence platforms and rose the national terror alert level to 'Critical' and authorising defensive combat operations. Essentially a full scale mobilisation of the armed forces of Animarnia on an unprecedented scale. Blue lights representing ABM, Surface to Air missiles sights, Coastal Guns, Mines; underwater Anti-ship missile platforms; Beach Defence Platforms and Blimp Air Defence flickered to life on the Holographic Tactical Map.

Rene nodded in appreciation; it wasn't every day you saw your computer light up like a Christmas tree on every defence computer in the world that happened to be monitoring Animarnian defences.

"I want every asset we have monitoring the Ennuisians; what do you have more me Director" she said simply.

"Well madam president; most AIA assets on the ground in Ennuisia went dark after the initial counter intelligence operation that they launched to avoid being captured or killed" Fisher said he seemed thoughtful for a moment. "I can draw up plans for our eyes in the sky to make passes every hour and I'll set up Blackbirds to make peripheral Runs on the edge of there air defence nets. If we use them with the new ground penetrating radar to locate coastal targets for potential Air or Orbital strikes get an idea of what there capabilities are" Fisher replied.

"What about re-activating our field agents?" Rene asked.

"I wouldn't recommend it; its still too hot; right now I'd prefer to keep them dark rather than burn them to get a tiny piece of worthless information we can get from other means", Fisher replied and Rene nodded.

"General Granger draw up plans for an air strike on Ennuisia; anything short of NBC weapons is authorised for use. Pick your targets at will; anything remotely military is Green lighted but focus on Air defence, Radar Installations, Naval assets, Military bases, Railway lines, Bridges, waterways, motorways and large trunk roads. I want the Nighthawks and B-2's fuelled up; loaded and on the tarmac ready for take off at a moments notice and ready the EB-180's with conventional munitions" Rene started issuing orders

"Admiral; call the 6th and 7ths Carrier groups; and Flag Battle Fleet back from patrol for homeland defence if the Ennuisians decide to invade us I want to be ready. And Tell Cain that if this war goes hot; there is to be no quarter given, no surrender, no retreat understood?" Rene Continued.

"I want every armoured vehicle, helicopter and aircraft we have crewed and ready to repel boarders including the old Soviet stuff down at Bunker Zero; and start mobilising the Guard to major cities" she turned to General towns who nodded his reply.

"Dismissed" she said simply as the respective military figures filed out to tend to there orders.

"Is the OBSAT system that we acquired from Veteka online yet?" Rene asked turning towards the minister of defence Mathew Cartwright

"Last Satellite was launched 4 days ago; we believe the system is ready to go live" he nodded.

"Alright; Take the system to live but keep our own Systems in place too just in case; link it in with the Vetekans so they get a clear picture of what's going on. Oh and Matt have the press Corp prepare a statement about Adam with out condolences and best wishes" Rene added and the defence minister went out just because they were almost at war was no reason not to be civil.

Fisher was still sat in his seat as Rene stood and walked over to the glass wall watching the command centre bustling with life. "So Sam; what do you make of Veteka denying the assassination?" she asked going informal; Sam was one of her few real friends outside the 'office' and one of the few people she knew that she could be open and frank with.

"Honestly; I don't buy it Rene; heck its something I'd order myself if the Ennuisians had taken a shot at you; if the Vetekans are behind it I can't blame them but they'd never admit it not even to us if that was the case"; Fisher replied.

Sam's Mobile phone rang and he picked up on the second ring; "Fisher; Speak" he said in his gruff voice; "your sure?" he replied to whomever was on the other end. Sam flicked on button on the large plasma screen that was at the head of the room and the image changed to the live TV broadcast from Mer des Ennuis. Both Fisher and Rene watched the broadcast with ever increasing shock.

"George was right; never believe it unless you see a body and some good old DNA", Rene said to no one in particular. At that moment an aid in powder blue knocked carrying a sealed folder and handed it to Rene then with a sharp salute and turn on his heal he left.

"Those unbelievably bastards"; Rene said still a little shell shocked from Wincenty rise from the 'grave' though in not such a littoral sense as her Vetekan friend Pearce. Rene want to her computer and started typing two short messages; The first would be going to Mer des Ennuis; the latter to Veteka.

To: Arch-Arsonist in charge.
From; Rene Shondel; President of Animarnia
Encrypted Level: Code RED
Let me first wish Mr Wincenty our best wishes to a full and quick recovery regardless of sides we've taken in this matter it is our most sincere hope that Adam recovers; now let us address the matters at hand. Credible evidence is hardly one memo which could quite frankly have been fabricated and placed there for you to find for just such a reaction; furthermore if this memo is genuine. No where does this memo state that steps such as assassination of Mr Wincenty would be taken, as this is extremely drastic. 'Counter intelligence' is a broad term. Our Government has had serious discussions about assassinating Comrade Kash of North Calaveras's communist leader but to my knowledge he is still alive rotting on a Londinum Jail somewhere. The Assassins you have captured; there is no proof they are Vetekan and certainly a extremist communist regime such as North Calaveras for example known for supporting terrorists would have more reason to try and assassinate Mr Wincenty than Veteka. Your credible evidence is circumstantial at best; and there is no link of support to Veteka even if by chance the assassins are Vetekan who is to say there are not simply disgruntled citizens who took up there own cause? If you wish to soil the good name of Veteka you had better have stronger evidence than this to support your case.

Sincerely
President Shondel

To: Scarlet Rogers
From: Rene Shondel
First let me congratulate you on your successful birth; it's clear that the Ennuisians want you to turn yourself over to them Scarlet; if this happens you would in all likelihood be killed or 'disappear'. You cannot let this happen because the world needs people like you. Your allies are many; your castle is strong; Animarnia stands with you; UFAN stands with you. Veteka will endure and Veteka does not stand-alone.

Sincerely, Kind regards as always
Your Friend
Rene

New Helgan; HMS Alexia DeLèan
Admiral Dina Cain received her orders from command and looked over with a slight smile; as if she'd give anything else but her all - no surrender, no retreat. This was her line in the sand and she dared any Ennuisian to try cross it. No quarter was to be given and none expected; it was well known that Ennuisians's fought like rabid wolverines but so did Animarnians; and when two wolverines battle each other neither quit until one of them was dead. She then read the orders from Veteka and the message from Wagdog with an appreciative smile; it seemed they would be working together again.

"Rig ships for Phalanx Formation" She ordered.

"Aye Skipper; Rig for Phalanx!" the XO Amanda Lockly repeated.

"Rig for Phalanx!" McGreggor repeated again down the Comm; a Navy Tradition; the ships altered formation with the Carriers being the closest to the Vetekan coast; flanked by Four Anti-Air destroyers each; followed by a line of Battleships. These were supplemented with a Sandwich Layer of Guided Missile Cruisers and an outer layer of Destroyers for ASW, Surface combat and Anti Air defence. Meanwhile SSN Submarine hunter packs lurked silently beneath the waves; attack submariners waiting quietly; silently; stalking the sea ready to attack like vampires in the night.

The Term Phalanx came from the ancient Greeks specifically Spartans where each warrior would look out for the warrior to his left and to his right. The Phalanx was the same here with CIWS systems automatically networked to provide a unified unpenetrable wall of defence against Surface and Sub-surface warfare munitions; Sonar Decoys and towed arrays were deployed and networked into the sensor net of the fleet for extra protection and detection of sub surface combatants.

"Its going to be one hell of a party", Cain said; her bones ached not with pain but with excitement; this is what she lived for; the beautiful death. To live, to fight and to die with honour was the path of any Animarnian. To fight with every last ounce of strength, drop of blood and pint of sweat; to fight no matter the cost, To fight against all terror, to fight no matter how hard the battle may be, to fight even against the loss of all hope. And perhaps most importantly to fight for a friend; a loved one or a cause they would come home heroes with there shields; or they wouldn come home carried on them. This was the personification of Alexia DeLèans spirit; and this was why the carrier carried her name in charge; and Dina Cain; Admiral of the fleet was damn sure to do it proud.

(OOC: Bloody hell that took a long while to write up)

Wagdog

16-08-2007, 16:29

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=New Theeb, Vetaka=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=Mer de Noms, Office of the Arch Arsonist=-=-=-=-=-=-==-

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-=-=-=-=-=-=-=New Theeb International Airport, Vetaka=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

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To: The Member States of UFAN
From: The Office of the Arch Arsonist
Re: The Assault on the Ennuisian Embassy
Encryption: Helix Cipher, Eyes Only

Greetings in these troubled times.

As I’m sure many of you are aware, tensions have been high between Vetaka and Mer des Ennuis in recent weeks. I write this with the purpose of avoiding a confrontation that will lead solely to unnecessary death. I find the lack of communication from the member states of UFAN disturbing: millions have died because of lack of transparency.

You have heard that an assassin was captured outside the Vetakan embassy in Mer de Noms. We have obtained credible information from this assassin that she was, indeed, an agent of the Vetakan Government. Acting on this information, I ordered that the Vetakan embassy be seized. While this is usually a causus belli, I need not remind you that our beloved Adam Wincenty was shot, and not a word of consolation was given to our nation. We recognized the risk, and acted. We have found a memo that we believe to be proof of Vetakan involvement in the plot. The memo, in full, reads as follows.

The Armed Republic claims no part in the assassination attempt on Scarlet Rogers. As I would hope our history in the nation of Strator would prove, the Ennuisian method involves smart bombs and echelons above corps, not a stab in the dark by some hapless assassin. I hope that some of you will see the rationality and reason behind this. I am positive that the communists among you will see this as bourgeoisie capitalist lies and deceit. The actions of the Vetakan government warrant the prior option. Some of my chiefs of staff are clamoring for Mrs. Roger’s head on a platter and for the cities of Vetaka to burn. I do not want that.

To the nations of UFAN: Stand your forces down, our quarrel is not with you. We do not want to spill the blood of your soldiers in this war. UFAN will remain, regardless of how this cruel play runs its course.

To the nation of Vetaka: our demands are simple: turn over Scarlet Rogers, the head of the VSIS, and any other officials involved for trial. We will not seek the death penalty, for your people have acted with honor in the past. You have one week.

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Red Army Air Force Two, Skies Above Wagdog...
Christine's hands trembled as she read the decoded memorandum printout transmitted on the datalink from UFAN GHQ in Granate. Trembled... with white-hot anger. How dare they? HOW DARE THEY try to deny what we already KNOW they've done to Scarlet? Those lying sacks of imperialist... UGGH! She had to get up out of her airplane seat and stretch, mustering all her will to avoid tearing the printout into two.

She paced about her executive suite at the plane's rear, though more like a caged tigress ready to claw to death any so foolish as to reach in than any calm and rational politician and alliance head. But frankly, Christine didn't exactly care about that right now. The Ennuisians had hurt her, almost killing a woman she felt was a sworn sister; her best friend in the world aside from Charles ever since Roxanne Wright had died during the Clandonian War, in sacrifice for Vetaka's breaking oath to the Sovereign League and Questarian Commonwealth. She still didn't forgive Premier Sistillin for that either, even though Charles was considering ways to perhaps repair matters with New Clanon City later on.

And of course, this pain was only doubled by the fact that Scarlet's child had been a target as well, insofar as VSIS could determine with assistance from Wagdian State Security. Attacking Scarlet, even by assassination, was one thing; to be expected in the ruthless world of politics where Vetaka had made more than its share of enemies over the years, mostly by standing up for sanity and inclusiveness in a world obsessed with war and persecution. But attacking her unborn child? For that, in Christine's world, there could be no forgiveness. Only cold... bloody... vengeance.

She raised Charles on the speakerphone. "Have you read the printout from Granate with the Ennuisians' statement?" She was teetering on the edge of tears, or else smashing the phone into pieces, and reflexively wiped her dark-undercircled eyes just in case.

"I have. Disturbing. He clearly intends war against Vetaka, as well as to divide UFAN; intolerable." Needless to say, Wagdog couldn't afford to have a rabid anticommunist nation like Mer des Ennuis with a foothold in Lazarus; especially not one so capable of supporting large forces as Vetaka was with its advanced logistical infrastructure. "So, we respond?"

Christine was flabbergasted. "WHAT!?" She hissed; it was either this, or scream so loud the whole aircraft could hear her. "Dignify such fascist garbage with a reply? Are you insane honey!?" She loved this man, truly; but sometimes...

"Dear..." Charles' tone became somewhat patronizing, which he honestly regretted; but couldn't help all the same. He understood part of why she was so distraught; shared it, even. But that had to be put aside if the enemy was to be denied so cheap an advantage as irrationality on their part. "We need to stay..."

"NO!" Christine screamed at last. She didn't care if the whole world heard her; better if they did, in fact. "No Charles. Absolutely not. You know how Sir Rilir would put it if he were here: 'No peace with darkfriends!' For God's sake Charles... they almost murdered her child!" Christine's hopes were on that baby, truly; her own memories of losing the unborn Harold after the Event were too painful to relive again. No! Not again...

"Christine..." Charles was at a loss. Ever since her trip to Barronia a while back, their relationship had been up-and-down in emotional terms; now seemed a down period. Daniel being there to talk had helped Charles cope a great deal, but women remained a mystery to him; and he respected them too much to rectify the matter very far either. "We have to respond. You remember basic strategy? We have to avoid Ennuisian hands here, not play into them. Going insane and striking first would confirm their propaganda about us, however justified it might or might not be on obligatory grounds." He let that sink in a moment, but only one. "By attempting to talk, we assure UFAN that we are following the values we espouse; and buy time for them to rally behind the banner and foil the obvious 'Divide and Conquer' attempt going on here. Christine, it's the only way..."

Deputy General Secretary Christine Friedrich paused for what seemed an age. A universe, even. She felt her husband Charles was wrong; wanted him to be wrong, with every inch of herself. She wanted to make Arch-Arsonist Adam Wincenty, or his acting successor Ivan Andrei, and any others so foolish as to carry out their unethical orders pay with blood, sweat and dying tears for what they'd done. But in the end... she knew Charles was right, damn him. Damn him even though she loved him. "Fine. But let them know exactly how angry we are. Please." Whether that last was resolute or plaintive, Christine didn't dare hazard a guess.

"I will. I promise..." And with that, he cut her off. She stood in her suite with the dead line still on. The static on the line might as well have been the future she could foresee talking to her. Its blank gulf threatened to consume her life, her world... even her very soul itself. Truly, this was the darkest hour she had ever known; even the war against New Nicksyllvania wasn't half as deadly as the one to come would be, she knew. To lighten it a bit, she signaled the pilot, "Take us to New Theeb please. I need to see Scarlet if I can. No excuses." The Il-87 aircraft and its MiG-40 escorts turned, readying to refuel the fighters before making across the North Lazarene Sea for the Vetakan capital Christine so loved; a temporary break from this storm for something wonderful, if but for a moment.

But she wouldn't retreat now, oh no; not even counting this. Christine Friedrich had sworn so before Chief Quicksilver himself those years ago; the Staff of Loyalty upon her bare shoulder in the old Citadel of Loyalty, and the full moon blazing white above back when Vetaka was still in Haven and it seemed like nothing could stop the newborn alliance. And she would honor that most sacred of oaths to him, to Roxanne Wright her dearly departed colleage, to Scarlet... and above all to herself. Even if it meant her life in so doing. Yes... Acting Arch-Arsonist Ivan Andrei was about to learn of a woman's honor once challenged. Would learn a lesson to be written in blood...

Red Army Air Force One, Skies Above Wagdog
General Secretary Charles Lind reflected on his conversation with his common-law wife. Deep inside, he matched her anger even if not for precisely the same reasons. For him, the attempt on Scarlet and the Ennuisian propaganda were of a piece, maligning the honor of friends such as the risen Daniel Pearce in a way that was stale even when Clandonian Prime Minister David Sistillin had tried it. But she'd spoken for herself, and now he had to speak for her. Activating the recorder, he set to his statement. Open, so all could know where he and Wagdog stood on this matter.

To Whom it May Concern in Mer des Ennuis on the One Hand, and the United Federation of Allied Nations on the Other...

With all due respect, Acting Arch Arsonist, what you claim is irrelevant. Just as you may have credible evidence implicating the Vetakans in the attempt on Arch Arsonist Wincenty's life, we have equally credible from them that your government was behind the attempt against President Scarlet Rogers; for reasons which we assume remain mutually inscrutable. This attempt to whitewash your involvement pleases us as little as anything 'Human Stains' such as ourselves say at all must you, so you may consider us even in this regard as in all others that are relevant.

Though the Federation respects the sacred honor and sovereignty of its members insofar as their choice to participate in military action is concerned, once the battle is joined the obligations of a Vetakan Oath of Loyalty are in effect, Acting Arch Arsonist. I assume you know what this means? In case not, or for the sake of clarification, it means that all who do muster to the defense of a member must continue the fight until one of three outcomes: Peace, Victory, or Death; unless dishonor on the part of the defended should somehow void the obligation. That case you might think to grasp for does not apply here, since your attempt against Scarlet was made first and during time of her being with child; so any attempt VSIS may have made against Arch Arsonist Wincenty is merely payment-in-kind, even if perhaps not what would be preferred by most of us. Mister Andrei, man-to-man, I must tell you that I hold myself to that obligation I have just stated and clarified; and my wife and deputy has herself taken the Loyalty Oath itself before Chief Quicksilver of the White Phoenix, as part of her induction to the alliance office of Secretary General of the Federation. And since many Federation forces have already so mustered, I have every confidence that so shall they honor said obligation; in equal honor to my own. So your attempt to divide my nation from its friends in Vetaka; nay, from its family even, shall simply fail. Try something else, please.

Here's a thought to that effect. How about, since we are technically even here now, blood for blood, we cut out the propaganda and act like men instead? Why did the SSA authorize the assassination of Scarlet Rogers, answer me that. Do so, and you may just get your reply in full from VSIS regarding the reasons behind the hit on Wincenty. I myself would like to know as well, since it is indeed out of character if truly Vetakan work; though the root motive seems obvious given what we both know, honestly.

I shall not attempt to urge Scarlet to turn herself over to your nation, with its record of notorious civil-rights violations even towards those who simply practice divergent sexual mores; so don't bother asking. But what I am willing to do; to risk, even, is to convey any possible survivors from the embassy back to Vetaka by personnel from my State Department. For the moment required to pick up those survivors, you will have a person of mine within as vulnerable reach of your services as your military liaison the Rt. Hon. Mr. Turing is regarding the VDF. In fact, if their survivors are returned, I may even be able to convince them to let him leave and take whatever secrets he will home to Mer des Ennuis. How would that sound, as a preliminary gesture towards peace at this eleventh hour; we all simply back off for the moment and be honest with each other?

I highly suggest this course of action. Frankly, we are all quite angry here, and angry men and women do irrational, mutually-destructive things. My wife and deputy, who is beyond enraged at the strike against her pregnant friend your assassins launched, is an example of this; for I have had to nearly shout her down to prevent our forces being unleashed upon you preemptively. But I believe we both understand each others' backs are to the wall, so let us perhaps use such pressure for leverage to climb out of this pit together instead. I shall no more halt my preparations for defense of my ally's honor any more than you shall to avenge your own, and if it be war then it would be as in days of old most assuredly; no quarter asked, and none given. But if we allow ourselves time to repatriate the living and the dead in each others' custody, before making any more of the latter to bury, we may yet avert catastrophe in time for a mutally-acceptable solution to emerge. And that, I believe we can agree, is a fair parley before whatever contest of arms may or may not come.

Sincerely,
Charles D. Lind
Commander-in-Chief, USSW War Office
Party Secretary, Wagdian Revolutionary Party
General Secretary, USSW Revolutionary Command Council

He sent the message and its attached voice recording, there also being a letter attached for the print record. Around him, Charles could hear the thrum of the big Ilyushin command aircraft's engines; the chatter of the communications and other military personnel as they maintained contact with Wagdog's strategic and conventional forces alike. Forces that, he thought ruefully, may yet see their utmost test yet; in defense of honor...

Mer des Ennuis

16-08-2007, 18:12

OOC: WD: I might not get a reply in (i'm at work atm)... but "divergent sexual moores?"

Wagdog

16-08-2007, 18:18

OOC: WD: I might not get a reply in (i'm at work atm)... but "divergent sexual moores?"
OOC: I'm obliquely referring to your anti-furry legislation.:p Not the way to impress my nation, to be sure; though you don't care ICly anyway so it's just a jab to match yours against me. A man trying to assert dominance among men, as always. The meat is in the proposal, naturally.

But don't worry, take what time you need. No rush when we're scoring such pwn4g3 writing as we're all doing here, after all.;)

Vetaka

18-08-2007, 23:30

New Theeb International Airport, New Theeb, Vetaka:

The Sun was now rising over New Theeb the population would soon be waking up, preparing the day ahead; turning on the various News Channels many would become somewhat fearful of the road ahead their nation had truly emerged into the International Community. They had truly become respected by the International World for they all knew deep down they where about to take up battle with one of the most respected nations upon the planet Mer Des Ennuis, the last British Colony to gain its Independence from the British Empire had truly become independent. Within the Executive Lounge of New Theeb International all Rifles where trained upon Wilard the Commandos having to make a decision do they believe him and take him into "harmless custody" or carry out orders and take Wilard into Custody using full force the lead Commando spoke after few seconds:

"Inform VDF High Command, Cuff Him"

2 Commandos stepped forward and kept their rifles trained on Wilard the lead Commando slung his rifle over his shoulder drawing a set of Reinforced Riot Cuffs the Commando took wilards hands and cuffed them whilst speaking:

"My Apologies Ambassador but we cannot be taking any chances now can we?"

They allowed the remaining Ennuisians to leave their plane being escorted by FA-15 Cardinals out of Vetakan Airspace and into International Airspace, Wilard was escorted out of the Lounge into the Open Air at Gun Point a Limo flanked by a Black Jaguar S-Type and a Black Range Rover Vogue the Limo came to a halt, men in pressed black suits exited the Vehicles and took up Defensive Positions they each carried the new E-19 Assault Rifles one of them opened the rear door of the Limo and a man most people knew stepped out he was Dr Perry Cox Foreign Secretary of the Free Dominion of Vetaka approaching forward his bodyguard took up flanking positions around him approaching Wilard Cox stopped in front of him drew a knife from his belt under his trench coat and cut the Riot Cuffs in half and took Wilards hand shaking it he began:

"It seems we are destined to be enemies my friend, follow me we need to talk"

Cox jumped back into the Limo shortly followed by Wilard the Bodyguard jumped back into their own vehicles they all started up and moved slowly away from the Airport through the chaos of pissed off passengers via the scream of Police Cars and out onto the Highway speeding down the road heading back into the City. Within the Limo Cox relaxed slightly he asked Wilard if he liked a drink, meeting his guest’s needs Cox handed him the drink took up his own sipped it gazed at his guest for a few seconds and began:

"Ok let’s drop the shit and pretend we are not in the situation we are currently in, one diplomat to another, man to man What the Fuck is going on?"

Rogers Mountain Range, Tribal Lands of the White Phoenix, Vetaka:

The Morning Sun rose over the mountains and just like down within the City the Mountains came alive as the various wildlife began to wake and move about its daily business. The Group galloped on up the track towards the White Phoenix City, The Citadel of Loyalty. Riding hard Chief Quicksilver smiled listening to his esteemed guest speak of his tactics he was about to reply when he noticed something in the bushes that bordered the track he raised his hand and brought the Majestic White Stallion to a halt the rest of the group did the same for a few seconds they stood in silence even the horses seem to know that total silence was required of them. A few more seconds past by before Chief Quicksilver raised his hand and gave some signals the Warriors split off and took up defensive positions. Quicksilver moved forward into the bush land looking around he eventually found it in front of him was a nest made of Cinnamon, Ginger and Oak within it was rather old, ugly and greyish bird that looked very unwell. Quicksilver approached it cautiously and knelt in front of it he muttered under his breath in his native tongue and eventually called out to his Wagdog Comrades they entered the bush land slowly Quicksilver beckoned them towards him they approached and Knelt beside him:

"You are most lucky my friend, your about to witness a new Phoenix, the rebirth a Phoenix rising from the ashes"

The old bird squawked at its visitors, Quicksilver moved his hand forward slightly and stroked the bird it squawked again and the Chief brought his hand back all of a sudden the bird burst into a ball of flames the nest also burned violent for a period of around 3 or 4 seconds whilst the Temperature was hot it soon returned to its normal level. The Ball of Light from the flames made the Chief and the Wagdogians look away when they returned their gaze the nest and the bird had disappeared in its place was a heap of ash. They stared at this silent pile of ash for a few seconds wondering what would happen, more time passed on and then a small head pushed its head through the ash pile it squawked at the people rose to its feet flew away. Gazing it for a few moments the Chief Spoke:

"The Circle of Life"

The Chief took out a small empty leather box he began to retrieve the ashes of the old phoenix and the old nest they where still warm in his hands, he proceeded to fill the leather box with the ashes after he spoke again:

"The Ashes of the Phoenix along with crushed Orange will ease pain much better than any manufactured drugs like morphine or anything; it also has no side affects"

The Chief rose from his feet the Wagdogians did the same returning to their horses they mounted them and roared away up the track and towards the Citadel of Loyalty.

VDF High Command, New Theeb, Vetaka:

Scarlet lay asleep in her bed a few feet from her was a small incubation crib contained within it was the small child whose mere existence had caused all of this conflict and crisis. Watching them from behind a darkened two way mirror Pearce shifted uncomfortably as he spoke on the phone he made his good byes and slammed it down he sighed to himself things where moving so fast, for one of the most times in his life he was Scared and Worried. The door opened behind him entering the room in full Combat Fatigues Jonathon Stone sat down in a chair next to Pearce, Pearce handed Stone a drink and for a few minutes they drank and gazed at Starlet’s Peaceful body. Stone was first to break the silence:

"We will both break our oath if she stays here, do you have a plan?"

Pearce downed the remainder of his triple Whisky in one go and hissed:

"I hate drinking at this time of the morning; I’ve made a few calls and spoken with my contacts in various governments. Vetaka and the Citadel are no longer a safe haven for her. I’ve spoken with my contacts in Central Prestonia and Aurum Domus. They have in turn spoken with their respective governments. Central Prestonia will protect our treasures and will take in Scarlet first to wash away her trail, from their the CPIA will smuggle her out to Aurum once her and the child are in Aurum Domus they will be safe. The High General as friends and safe houses around the world. The Deathswatch and the SSA will never be able to track them down".

"Do you think she will take that?" asked Stone downing his drink.

"Probably Not, but if she wants to stay live she has no choice. Bridget has already said she will go with her. I shall persuade her its the best course of action. The Ennuisian Horde will come I’m sure of it" replied Pearce still gazing at the sleeping President.

"Cox has taken Wilard into Custody they are going to the Palace, I’ve told him to stall for the moment. How do we get Scarlet out of Vetaka?" enquired Stone

"In a body bag, we fake her death and blame it on the SSA in the confusion she escapes" replied Pearce coolly.

"Sounds like a Plan" replied Stone

They both refreshed their drinks and gazed at their beautiful sleeping leader both hoping they could uphold their Oaths to her Dead Husband and protect her from the horrors of the State Security Administration and the Ennusisian Menace.

Rogers Mountain Range, Tribal Lands of the White Phoenix, Vetaka:

As soon as the Ennuisian Visitors had left Vetakan Lands and entered the White Phoenix Tribal Lands they had been picked up by White Phoenix Warriors on Patrol Scouting whilst these lands where not officially off limits to Vetakans most knew to stay clear of them. The White Phoenix where very welcoming people yet they kept their distance and demanded visitors kept theirs. The Lands of the White Phoenix where protected and defended by a whole matter of defences. The Ennuisian Visitors where now being watched by 4 Warriors and a whole host of hidden CCTV Cameras. The Warriors kept their Rifles trained upon them ready to fire should they do anything destructive.

High up in the mountains within the Citadel of Loyalty Quicksilver and his Wagdogian guests where about to enjoy a fine White Phoenix Meal which was a Fish Salad however entering with a bow a young male tribesman appeared and spoke in the native tongue, Quicksilver made a quick reply in his native tongue before nodded and then spoke in English:

"We are in the presence of friends and equals, yet alas they do not speak the Language of Our People, would you repeat it in English?"

The Warrior nodded, looked at Colonel Rose, Saluted then bowed and began:

"We have intercepted 2 men entering our lands, we have been watching them for half an or so now they appear suspicious, our visual recognition database has identified them as two Ennuisians whom came here during the Vetakan Rebellion. Captain Xu and Major Mikhalio two Death Watch. Their actions do not fit their personality. They are either very rubbish at Insertion or they want us to see them" spoke the polite Warrior

With that the Warrior swiftly left the room....

"I believe its the latter, we are going to intercept them and see why these two are in our nation, I have dispatched an advanced guard. Colonel Rose I’ve selected you and your men your own horses which stand ready for use. You all ride like naturals stick with us, don't worry should you get lost these horses have been bred from horses used by our ancestors these mountains and the brains of my people run in their blood they will bring you home."

Quicksilver now fell silent he knelt to one knee in front of Rose the rest of the White Phoenix in the room knelt to one knee almost instinctively. Quicksilver took Roses hand and spoke:

"Colonel Rose McGuffin, you have come to this nation to protect these lands, to protect these people from those whom seek to destroy this corner of paradise, you are my most able student, you are a true warrior, a true tribeswomen. To protect you from these visitors I ask that you and your men take Tribal names. I request to call you "Rose Protector?"

Quicksilver still bowing before this female foreigner showing the true mark of respect he truly admired this women and for the first time he realised the true bond the White Phoenix Tribe and the people of Wagdog had now developed if Tailville DR was ever threatened directly the White Phoenix would launch their first offensive war and the 20,000 or so Army would march to their defence and they would die for their Wagdogian Comrades.

Down on the foothills of the Rogers Mountain Range a 4 man strong team on horseback rode down the track and galloped towards the two Ennusisian men they skidded to a halt in front of the two men the lead tribal warrior in tribal robes jumped to the floor and immediately knelt in from of the two men:

"I bow to no man"

The remaining three warriors chanted together:

"I bow to no man"

The lead Warrior rose to his full height, and bowed slightly:

"Captain Xu, Major Mikhalio of the Ennusisian Death Watch, I am Lead Scout Warrior Swan of Stars my Vetakan Name is Cartland. These are not Vetakan Lands, you are in the lands and the nation of the White Phoenix Tribe, Reveal your intentions immediately?"

Whilst the White Phoenix Tribe and Chief Quicksilver had nothing but respect for these men and the Death Watch and for Mer Des Ennuis. Vetaka and Mer Des Ennuis where on the verge of war as such the White Phoenix could take no chances the 3 Warriors on horseback rested their hands on their Pistols within their cloaks. While the watching patrolman whom where still hidden remained ready to act and kept their rifles trained upon the visitors ready to fire, ready to kill.

Operational Command Room, VDF High Command, New Theeb, Vetaka:

The Majority of the Vetakan Cabinet as well as members of the Vetakan Emergency High Command now sat around the large oak table gazing at a massive HD Screen mounted on a wall showing a live News Feed from Mer Des Ennuis:

“As the saying goes, hope for the best, prepare for the worst. Vetaka has fallen under the influence of communist agents who abhor our freedoms, who seek to destroy us just as the traitors of old. Many of you have fought and bled to ensure that does not happen. To avoid a possible global war in what should be nothing more than a police action, I have contacted the member states of UFAN, and I have appointed a military liaison to Vetaka to ensure that as few lives are sacrificed as possible. This will not be a war that scars the Earth. This will not be a war that causes an honourable nation to devolve into a third-world cesspool. This is a war of justice. My fellow Ennuisians, in the coming hours and days, I will call upon you to serve your nation. Some of you will make the ultimate sacrifice in answering that call. I wish you will. To the nations of the world: my door is open.”

The crowds Gunfire was deafening, Pearce pressed a button on a remote and the TV shut off. He then sighed and looked at papers in front of him, he began to read aloud:

"Our demands are simple: turn over Scarlet Rogers, the head of the VSIS, and any other officials involved for trial. We will not seek the death penalty, for your people have acted with honour in the past. You have one week."

Before anybody could speak Stone spoke his voice carrying across the room:

"Our Response is No of Course"

"Of Course" muttered the various people at the table.

Pearce gazed at Scarlet, he gulped and held back a tear he only ever addressed Scarlet by her official title when he had bad and grave news:

"Madame-President, Vetaka and the Citadel is no longer a safe haven for you and your child, now I know you won't but I must recommend you go on into hiding and lay low, I’ve used VSIS contacts in Aurum-Domus and Central Prestonia their various Intel Agencies have agreed to hide you and protect you. Bridget has demanded she be assigned to your protection and members of the Razgrix Guard have also demanded the same. With your permission you will go to Central Prestonia to start with and then onto Aurum-Domus, once your in Aurum you will be save the High General has friends and save havens around the world they are masters of Intelligence. The SSA will not be able to track you their. To be sure we also intend to fake you and Josephs’ death. I know its a lot scarlet but you are not safe here anymore."

Before Scarlet could speak, Stone spoke:

"Sorry, OBSAT Space and Air Defence Command is tracking Red Army Air Force Two inbound on Vetaka, The Wagdogian State Department has just informed us that Christine Friedrich is inbound to visit Scarlet. I’ve diverted Razgrix Alpha Squadron to make an intercept and escort her here."

Scarlet was now in tears, she choked somewhat before regaining her composure. She wanted to scream at Pearce yet she knew he was right, he moved around the table and put his hand on her shoulder she put her head on it after a few minutes she merely said:

"Make the arrangements, yet I will see Christine before I go to the dead, if you will excuse me I must return to Joseph".

"Of Course" replied Pearce

Scarlet rose from her chair and proceeded to move around the table embracing the various men and women, Scarlet soon descended into tears eventually she returned to her chair. She gazed at Pearce for moment possibly her best friend besides Christine and Jason she took him in the embrace and they held each other for a few seconds. They departed and Scarlet left the room the doors closed and room fell into silence everybody was in a silent tearful state a few minutes past before Pearce his face streaming in water began:

"Ladies and Gentleman she is why we cannot and never will fucking surrender, The Ennuisians can come but the price for these lands and the price for that women is billions of lives. We will never surrender"

"Here Here" roared Stone

"Lets do this" spoke Acting President Katrina Fielding

"Me, Stone, Cox and the Emergency High Command will remain in Vetaka to co-ordinate the defence, Katrina with your permission you and the Cabinet along with the Leader of the Opposition will go to Vetakan Defence Force Military Base Flanders in Honako and will form the Vetakan Government in Exile should Vetaka fall. You will co-ordinate the global resistance should we fail" spoke Pearce

"Of Course" replied Katrina

"Well your plane leaves at Sundown, if we fail in our defence of this nation, this will be the last time we shall see each other and be together"

The room again fell silent the all gazed at each other eventually the broke out into a sea of embraces and goodbyes after a good 20 minutes of this they all trooped out preparing for the War ahead many of them would probably die in Vetaka's finest hour. The Ennusisians may of defeated the Doomani and Kraven yet they would still face the Forces of Loyalty the coming battle would be bloody and destructive. Millions would soon die if peace could not be achieved and war could not be avoided.

Vetakan Airspace over the Vetakan Sea/North Lazarene Sea Border:

Roaring in a perfect diamond formation the 4 FA-15 Cardinals that formed Razgrix Alpha Squadron had been hoping to return to VDFAB New Theeb for some much needed Rest and Relaxation alas they where now being refuelled in air with new orders to meet with and escort the inbound Wagdog Leadership to New Theeb for a surprise visit and a Emergency Summit. The pilots knew that some sort of incident occurred by word of mouth and by listening to the radios yet alas they didn't have precise details. Whatever had happened was obviously bad enough to warrant an Emergency Visit by the Wagdogian Political Leadership:

"Roger that Command, Orders Received and Understood, Razgrix 1 Alpha 1 Out"

Vetakan Defence Force Military Base (VDFMB) New Theeb, New Theeb, Vetaka:

The VDFMB New Theeb was the largest Military Base the Vetakan Defence Forces operated it was the home base of the VDF 1st Battlegroup which was known as the Grand Homeland Protection Fleet. VDFMB New Theeb consisted of a Naval Harbour, Military Barracks, Air Field, Fortifications, Logistics and Repairs. The 1st Army, 1st Navy and 1st Air Force where all based here. VDFMB New Theeb was a massive complex spread out over some 40 Miles the size of small city it was the last line of defence for the city of New Theeb. The naval harbour of VDFMB was enclosed via a very complex number of naval defences the harbour was strictly off limits to all civilian marine traffic as such it was rather odd to see the Naval Fortifications opening to allow two Central Prestonian Civilian Cargo Tankers to enter the Naval Harbour passing the massive Battleships and the Superdreadnoughts of the 1st VDF Naval Battle group the civilian tankers came to a halt and docked. Officially they where to deliver a massive amount of weaponry to VDF to a degree this was true as they did deliver a huge consignment of E-19 Assault Rifles that wasn't the real reason why they where here its what the tankers would be leaving with that was most important. Within the Harbour Commanders Office, the Captain of the tankers sat opposite the Commander, both drinking the Commander was first to speak:

"We are re supplying you as we speak and we will have the Cargo aboard within the hour, The Cargo is secured within Air-Tight Containers and are secured via OBSAT Secured Access Codes, Codes that are split into two separate sub-codes. You will take 1 set of sub-codes whilst the second set will be flown into Central Prestonia."

The Base Commander stood and turned on his heel he opened a safe built into a wall and took out a briefcase he gave it to Captain:

"This is a VDF Isolation Case it is made of Titanium and will stand everything you throw at. It contains your set of codes which are in paper form. To open the case requires 2 Keys and a 4 digit access code. With out the keys and the code the case will be locked forever it will never be able to be opened. Captain you shall 1 have key and 2 digits of the codes. The VDF Captain guarding you will hold the others. When you arrive in Central Prestonia the second half of the access codes to the Air-Tight Containers will be again contained within an Isolation Case. The Vetakan Ambassador to Central Prestonia will have 1 key and 2 digits to the second box. A VSIS agent carrying the second key and digits is already within Central Prestonia and is laying low ready to link up with you, when you arrive within Central Prestonia. You and your men will be paid 25 Million USD each for their services. We have rigged your ships with Self Destruct Charges, should you be attacked you are to detonate and escape via the Helicopters or Picket Submarines that are now aboard. The Self Destruct will destroy the ship in such a way that it will imprison the treasures forever. The Containers will seal and will be unlock able should that happen you will be compensated by $100 Billion USD. You will be escorted to Central Prestonia by 1 Chieftain Class Pocket Battleship. Pearce will make contact with his contacts to secure further escorting ships. Any Questions?"

Messages & Letters:

OBSAT SECURE BATTLEFIELD COMMUNICATION
TO: ANIMARNIAN GENERAL COMMAND, USSW WAR OFFICE CINC, GEN. SEC. CHARLES D. LIND. GENERAL ALLIED COMMAND
FROM: VDF HIGH COMMAND

SITUATION IS UNSTABLE AT THIS TIME STOP WAR IS IMMINEMT VETAKAN GOVERNMENT WILL NOT BOW DOWN TO ENNUSISIAN THREATS STOP PRESIDENT FIELDING AND VETAKAN CABINET ARE EVACUATING TO NEUTRAL HONAKO AT VDFMB FLANDERS TO BECOME VETAKAN GOVERNMENT IN EXILE IN THE EVENT OF THE WORST SCENARIO STOP PEARCE, COX AND STONE WILL CO-ORDINATE DEFENCE STOP POPULACE IS UNWARE AT THIS TIME REQUEST MEDIA AND RADIO BLACKOUT AT THIS TIME

FULL STOP

OBSAT SECURE BATTLEFIELD COMMUNICATION
TO: FEDERAL REPUBLIC OF HAMILAY
FROM: VDF HIGH COMMAND

SITUATION IS UNSTABLE AT THIS TIME STOP WAR IS IMMINEMT VETAKAN GOVERNMENT WILL NOT BOW DOWN TO ENNUSISIAN THREATS STOP PRESIDENT FIELDING AND VETAKAN CABINET ARE EVACUATING TO NEUTRAL HONAKO AT VDFMB FLANDERS TO BECOME VETAKAN GOVERNMENT IN EXILE IN THE EVENT OF THE WORST SCENARIO STOP PEARCE, COX AND STONE WILL CO-ORDINATE DEFENCE STOP POPULACE IS UNWARE AT THIS TIME REQUEST MEDIA AND RADIO BLACKOUT AT THIS TIME STOP REQUEST YOUR FORCES DEPLOY TO NEW HELGAN, LA ROCKA AREA OF OPERATIONS

FULL STOP

OBSAT SECURE COMMUNICATION
TO: PRES. AARON PRESTON
FROM: VDF HIGH COMMAND

DELIVERY HAS BEEN LOADED INTO TANKERS AND WILL BE ENROUTE WITHIN THE HOUR STOP INTIAL ESCORT WILL BE 1 VETAKAN NAVAL (VDFNS SUNSET) FLEET SOON TO BE JOINED BY ESCORT FLEETS FROM DARTIA AND MIDLONIA

FULL STOP

SIC Kampfers:

Official Free Dominion of Vetaka Diplomatic Message:

To: Fuhrer Richtoff, Kampfers
From: Acting President Pearce, Vetaka

Subject: Vetakan Response

Greetings,

It has been a long time since I hammered out diplomatic communications from this desk. I am afraid that Scarlet has given birth and is now unable to fully meet her duties as a result I have taken up her duties for the time being. The situation is a grave one is it not my friend. The Vetakan Defence Forces are fully preparing for Military Conflict with the Mer Des Ennuis. However I will always try for peace and I will not declare War against Mer Des Ennuis under any circumstances I shall recieve such a decleration yet I refuse to write one.

Should that declearation be made the VDF intends to launch a massive Counter-Offensive on multiple fronts. With the intent to carry out the objectives you have detailed within your message, VDF Long Range Bombers and Orbital Assets stand ready to strike at pre-identified targets to stall if not stop an invasion before it can be made upon us.

The Vetakan Cabinet and Opposition Leadership have already left Vetaka to a secured location ready to become the official Vetakan Government in Exile should this nation fall. I, Supreme Operational Commander Stone, Foreign Secretary Perry Cox and the Vetakan Emergancy High Command will remain within Vetaka to co-ordinate the defence of this nation. Vetakan Treasures have already been removed and are on their way to a secured location within a neutral nation. Do not worry about Scarlet arrangements are being made she will be safe and protected.

I and this nation is ready to fight. May I request you keep this to yourself, the Vetakan Populace is not yet aware of the situation. A Presidential Address will taking place very very soon.

Yours

Daniel Pearce

Acting President of the Free Dominion of Vetaka
Acting Supreme Commanding Admiral in Chief of the Vetakan Defence Forces

Official Free Dominion of Vetaka Diplomatic Message:

To: The Member States of United Federation of Allied Nations & The Office of the Arch Arsonist.
From: The Office of the Vetakan President
Re: Current Situation

The Vetakan Government refuses all demands set by the Arch Arsonist without question their will be no negotiation. The Arch Arsonist brings forth this fabricated evidence with the expectation that the nations of UFAN will be bought by such fake evidence. Evidence that has probably been fabricated by the twisted and perverted State Security Administration to meet their agenda of total and unrestrained warfare with the Vetakan Nation.

Mer Des Ennuis recently suffered internal conflict with its own populace because of Communist and Socialist Rebels. An internal conflict that was brutally put down. A Conflict that Vetaka committed military forces to in peacekeeping operations. Vetaka is a nation that stands strong and proud to be Capitalist yet we are nation whom is most proud of holding such nations as Wagdog and The World Soviet Party as strong allies. We maybe Capitalist but that does not make a difference, Socialist nations are just as honourable, peaceful and intelligent as their Capitalist Nations with that in mind and with the SSA still sore from failing to stop the Ennusisian Red Uprising from occurring. It is my belief that the SSA decided to attempt to destroy Vetaka a Communist loving nation by removing Vetakan Political Leadership seen as that has failed the twisted SSA now attempts to destroy Vetaka out right. To those twisted SSA operatives I have one message to you that is “you have failed”. The Vetakan Government and Vetakan Security and Intelligence Service had no part in the attack on Adam Wincenty just like the State Security Administration had no part in the attack on Scarlet Rogers. Mer Des Ennuis preaches honour yet they act as dishonourably as Strator.

The Vetakan Government will not bow down to Mer Des Ennuis, the Ennusisian Military may outnumber the Vetakan Defence Forces and the Ennusisian Military may have fought such nations as the Doomani and Kraven however these islands are defended and they shall be defended to the last man and women. Vetaka will not bow down to pure and simple aggression by Mer De Noms. Vetaka will always seek peace and a peaceful outcome however we will also not allow ourselves to be dictated to, we will defend ourselves.

Yours

Daniel Pearce

Acting President of the Free Dominion of Vetaka
Acting Supreme Commanding Admiral in Chief of the Vetakan Defence Forces

Central Prestonia

19-08-2007, 03:22

SIC:
Captain David Alexander was no young man. At 58, he had seen more of the high seas than most men ever do. After 25 years in the navy, he retired and planned to run cargo for Prestonian Pacific Trading for the rest of his days at sea. "Well, so much for a quiet and peaceful life," he muttered to himself, sipping his coffee. Finally, he turned to the Harbor Master and addressed him. "Sir, I have 25 years in the Prestonian Navy in case you don't know. I've been on deployments all over the world. I've braved 40ft seas and hostile frigates threatening to rip my fleet out from under me. But, I've never had an assignment as dangerous as this. However, I've always been a man that laughs in the face of danger. I accept this assignment, and as long as I can do anything about it, no Vetakan possessions will fall. You have my word and my Vetakan Oath of Loyalty." As he finished this statement, he stood and extended his arm in a handshake. At any rate, this'll be a good story to tell the grandkids he thought to himself with a smile.

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Presidential Mansion, Hudson, 1345 Hours
Meanwhile, Pres. Preston had just finished his lunch and was now reading his emails. "Nothing but political junk, just as I expected. God I'll be glad when I get out of here," he said with a half-disgusted, half-bored tone. Suddenly, an email at the bottom of his list caught his eye. "Well, it appears that the freighter made it safely. Miracle within itself, that. With so many people on my bad side, I'm quite surprised that nobody tried a potshot. Well, time to reply."

OBSAT SECURE COMMUNICATION
TO: VDF HIGH COMMAND
FROM: PRES. AARON H. PRESTON

THANKS FOR THE ESCORT, MUCH APPRECIATED STOP.
PACKAGE WILL BE KEPT IN LEVEL FIVE SECURITY VAULT IN NATIONAL BANK STOP.
REGISTERED TO NAME "DAN ROGERS" TO AVOID SUSPICION STOP.
PHOENIXES WILL BE KEPT IN HUDSON ZOO STOP.
OFFICIAL COVER IS LOAN FORM VETAKA STOP.
ON OTHER NOTE, TROOPS GOING TO DEFCON 3 STOP.
CONGRESS WANTS ME TO COMMIT TROOPS, FOR ONCE, STOP.
ANY WEAK AREAS NEED HELP FULL STOP.

When he had sent the message, he picked up the hot line to the Defense Department and spoke into the receiver. "I need Field Marshal Oliver and the rest of high command to the Presidential Mansion immediately. That is all," he said to the secretary on the other end. It'll take at least 20 minutes to navigate downtown Hudson, at least that gives me some time to prepare my speech he thought.

Twenty minutes later, the High Command sat in no particular order at the table usually used by the Cabinet. "Gentlemen, I just want to go over a few things. First off, the phoenix has risen," he said, using the code phrase for a successful transfer. "As such, I want a full guard detail on Port St. Andrew. No slacking, understood? Every vessel is to be triple-checked. All passports are to be as well. Also, there remains a chance that President Rogers and her child may leave Vetaka for another UFAN nation. We have been considered. If she is indeed brought here, I want a full guard duty on her as quickly and discreetly as possible. Also, I'm raising the DEFCON to 3. We probably won't see anything, but it's better safe than sorry. That is all. You are dismissed."

IC:

Official Prestonian Statement

Effective immediately, all Enniusian citizens are hereby prohibited from travel to Central Prestonia due to heightened tension between our allies and Mer des Ennius. All Enniusian tourists will have 90 days to vacate, to be paid for by the Prestonian Department of Tourism. Enniusian naturalized citizens and resident aliens may stay in the nation. We regret this inconvenience, but alas, this is the cost of war.

Animarnia

20-08-2007, 16:16

Wagdog

20-08-2007, 17:23

The Octagon
A Military Attaché in sharp Army powderblue shirt and black trousers walked into the small office-come-meeting room carrying an off yellow folder again marked with Red Chevrons to indicate its high security nature and handed it to Rene

Rene read over the message from the Vetakan OBSAT and nodded; she understood the need for this; she hated it utterly but she understood the need for it and Scarlet had the right to speak to her own people first about what was going. On she was just glad that her friend hadn't caved to the Ennuisian demands for trial. Rene turned to Fisher who was still sat down in the chair looking over intelligence reports as they came in

"Ok I want a gag order in place an all media; Anyone talks to the press I will have there nuts cut off and mounted on the old Imperial Palace; clear?" she said

"Yes Madam President" the attaché saluted and left to start informing command staff about the black out.

"Sam; how many submarines do we have currently not tasked to a battle group between here and Vetaka?" Rene asked as she and Fisher looked over the tactical display;

"About Sixteen Attack Subs between here and Vetaka with no task force; just standard patrols, Astute Class I believe"; Fisher replied pressing a few buttons and the large Real-time Holodisplay zoomed out to a larger view of the area showing sixteen Submarine shaped wireframes in various locations.

"Can you make this thing show us the most direct route to Vetaka from Mer des Ennuis", she asked and Fisher again fed instructions into the computer and a large red dotted line appeared.

"Ok; have our Attack subs converge here" she said pointing to an area just off the route far enough away to not be detected by passing Ennuisian ships but still able to move in an engage. "Tell them not to engage Ennuisian ships; but to stage and await orders. Tell General Laundry and West they'll be deploying to Vetaka as soon as Scarlet gives her press conference; so tell him to be ready to leave within hours " Rene said and Fisher nodded

"Get the 12th, 13ths and 14th Tactical Fighter wings ready to go with them along with the 5th and 6th CAS Wings"

Heading out to pass on the Orders to Admiral Richards and the Two Generals.

HMS Alexia DeLèan Combat Air Patrol 16
The Flight of 12 F/A-5 Valkyries were on standard patrol around Vetaka; there wings currently swept back into Delta; looking like White and Silver Arrowheads with Red flames painted on the leading edges the banked into combat manoeuvres. Held in their bellies and on the wing pylons a combination of Skytracker Extreme Range and Starbolt Long range Air intercepts missiles. The flight leader; Wing Commander Loraine Graves smiled; flying was something she truly loved and her enthusiasm had quickly saw her rise through the ranks to not only Wing Commander but also CAG on one of Animarnians proudest carriers and earned her the Call sign 'Batman'.

Her Radar Screen beeped to life picking up the approaching silhouettes as she strapped on her Oxygen mask "Alexia, CAG; Contact baring 90 degrees, 15 minutes out north east; Silhouettes confirm Migs and one large Jet liner or possible Strategic bomber" Loraine reported. "Request permission to Intercept over?"

"CAG, Alexia, Migs Confirmed Silhouettes on approach to new Theeb; Permission Granted for intercept over"; Charles 'Charlie' Kennedy; the Flight Ops Officer for the carrier replied over the radio.

"Roger That; kicking in the burn" she said in response pushing her throttle to max the engine roaring to life like an awakened dragon. The Valkyries banked steeply to the Northeast and accelerated upwards to Mach 3.9 in a matter of five seconds flat.

The Group of Twelve Naval Superiority Strike fighters approached on the same altitude vector as there opposites; rapidly closing the gap between themselves and the Migs in just a few minutes; she opened an Open Communication to the approaching aircraft.

"This is Onyx Flight to approaching aircraft; please identify yourselves" she said hoping to get a friendly response. The Migs she recognised as Red Foxes and they had Wagdogian markings

(OOC: Just adding on about Rene's confirmation of the Gag order etc etc)
Skies Over the North Lazarene Sea, Passing HMS Alexia DeLèan Combat Air Patrol 16 Operational Area...
IC
"Roger that Onyx Flight, we read you five-by." Colonel Melinda Bates, Dual-hatted as Wing Commander for the Second Independent Strategic Fighter Wing and Squadron CO for its First Squadron, was glad to hear a friendly voice from those fighters. It's getting tense enough out here even without the bad guys popping in. She was trained to expect the worst on her duties, namely enemy long-range or even one-way fighter missions against the command planes carrying the Wagdian government's essentials in time of crisis. She knew Wagdog had enemies enough, nearly all of whom were fanatical enough in their hatred of the globally-involved socialist state to see such a mission merely to kill some politicos and officers as worthwhile; not least on propaganda grounds. In short, as any officer of her responsibility should, she thought like the enemy from time to time; when and as required.

"Be advised Onyx Flight," she continued. "We're escorting Red Army Air Force Two inbound to New Theeb on personal business of the Deputy General Secretary. Escort us if you wish, but upon confirmation of our friendly status we must proceed at current speed and without delay." As was, the Red Foxes were positively chomping at their bits by staying slow enough to keep with the lumbering Il-87 command plane. Ideally, they'd be cruising in paired racetrack patterns far beyond visual range from the plane at some Mach 2.8, R-77 Adder and R-73 Archer missiles primed to slash down in an energy fight any so foolish as to attempt against their nation's number-two. "Do you confirm?" Col. Bates and the other fighters all wagged their wings somewhat in acknowledgement of friendly status to Onyx Flight, still keeping to their escort stations.

SIC
Red Army Air Force Two
Sitting at her desk in the cabin, Christine finally seemed to be letting the anger leech away from her. She'd read Pearce's statement in response to the Arch Arsonist, and was pleased. Stick it to 'em, buddy! Charles would indeed be psyched on hearing that Daniel was back in the saddle for this; he'd wanted to join in bashing down The Undead Falcons even, and Londim had that turned to war. Both times Vetakan stubbornness had prevented it, but now the need was great; and the obligation by Wagdog to it's sworn brethren greater still.

On a happier note, Christine turned to a small and empty photo album which she expected would see use soon. "You may be over twenty years old, but now you'll finally see use..." It was to have been used for Harold, but after his stillbirth she'd kept it hidden in her personal effects; a clingy relic that she could simply never bring herself to discard. Now, however, it would at last do it's job chronicling another life as dear to her as her unborn son's would've been. "I intend to be the best aunt to this child I can; no buts, and no Pearce or Quicksilver to stop me from spoiling you rotten!" She laughed after that. Yes, she truly wanted to be where Scarlet was now; someday.

But now was no time for children; far from it. Now, alas, was time for war; which indeed tends not to be healthy for children and other living things...

IC2
Skies and Seas of Northern Lazarus, plus Military Bases Across Wagdog
The great, fork-tailed masses lumbered about the skies, dropping their PMT-1 533mm CAPTOR mines in massed belts directly Northeast and Northwest of Wagdog, plus the straits between New Helghan in Vetaka and the Lazarene Mainland to the south. Vetaka would see its own mines join these, but for now they would suffice; especially to sink any unwary transport ships as their programming so far prioritized, submarines being equal priority as 'targets of opportunity'. These hundreds of B-22 Zeus bombers were operating with FA-15D Cardinal escorts and the usual Il-78 Midas tanker plus A-50 Mainstay AWACS support this far out, just in case any Ennuisian fighters decided to get cocky this early in the game; and also packed six Rufous missiles underwing in case any impromptu antishipping strikes were called for. And these were rotating patrols, with more Zeus and escorts coming up as others landed to rearm and continue the mining.

Concurrently, ten wolfpacks of twenty-five submarines each also silently glided into position. Guarding the general areas North and West where it was believed any Ennuisian or other hostile fleets would need to sail in, they settled down as deep as OBSAT datalinks would allow so they could maintain targeting; and then remained as motionless as possible to likewise keep as silent as possible. It was the old 'Pacific Black Hole' tactic, only with far deadlier subs in play than just diesel-electrics this time; although those were assuming similar positions behind the minefields guarding Wagdog proper. Wagdog's Sixth Fleet, or Unified Submarine Fleet, was soon to experience its first complete usage. Mixed between four-fifths Akula II SSNs and one-fifth Rufous-modified Oscar II SSGNs per wolfpack, any enemy fleets incoming would receive a very nasty surprise on passing these subs unless they were very good at their ASW; as well as perhaps a little paranoid about it too, since active pinging would often be required against such relatively motionless targets.

And behind all this, in Wagdog itself, five more combined air/land Army Groups were mustering to defend Vetaka, the first transports loading up to ferry their tanks and men wherever required. No more could be sent unless it was confirmed that the enemy would focus on Vetaka and not Wagdog as well, which was unlikely given the Ennuisian propaganda even if such focus would paradoxically help them by allowing concentration-of-effort. To clarify all this, word would be sent requesting the troops' and planes' tasking.

And as well, tracks were being drawn on the Ennuisian satellites. Characterization would take some time, but for now that was irrelevant. As soon as hostilities broke out, it would only make sense to bring as much capability to bear for space superiority as possible; for reasons too obvious to bear much note but including targeting and communications supremacy. Perhaps Wagdog alone might be behind, but that wouldn't last long. Not with the help about to be requested...

SIC2
OBSAT SECURE BATTLEFIELD COMMUNICATION
FROM: USSW WAR OFFICE
TO: VDF CENTRAL COMMAND, ALL OTHER ALLIED HIGHCOMS

HAVE BEGUN DEFENSIVE MINING OF STRAITS AROUND VETAKA AND WAGDOG, PLUS CERTAIN SEA AREAS AT ENTRANCES TO LAZARUS REGION. STOP
MINES ARE CAPTOR TYPES, MODIFIED TO FIRE ON ANY VESSEL NOT TRANSMITTING AN OBSAT ID CODE AS FOLLOWS ###-##-####; REPEAT, ###-##-####. STOP
SET ALL FRIENDLY SHIPS' IFFS TO SUCH CODE AND MAKE SURE THAT ALL CIVILIAN SHIPPING IS IN PORT; NO EXCEPTIONS, UNLESS SAID SHIP IS FITTED FOR OBSAT IFF AND CAN TRANSMIT THE CODE. STOP
FIVE EXTRA ARMY GROUPS ARE READY FOR DEPLOYMENT FROM WAGDOG TO VETAKA; TASKING REQUESTED, AND DEPLOYMENT CAN BEGIN IMMEDIATELY THEREAFTER. STOP
LASTLY, FULL UNIFICATION OF OUR OBSAT SYSTEMS AND POOLING OF TRACKING DATA ON ENNUISIAN, OTHER HOSTILE SATELLITES AS UPDATED IS REQUESTED. STOP
WE'RE PARTICULARLY INTERESTED IN ANY NEW DEFENSIVE TECHNIQUES AND ENEMY MOVEMENTS' INTEL YOU CAN PROIVDE; JUST TELL US WHAT THEY'RE DOING, AND WE'LL COME UP WITH A COUNTERBLOW FOR THEM ONCE THIS GOES HOT. FULL STOP

Animarnia

20-08-2007, 20:33

Red Army Two/Combat Patrol 16
"Roger that; Red Army Two" Loraine said with a smile as she tipped her wings in response along with the rest of her squadron.

"Alexia, CAG, Request permission to honour guard Red Army two" Loraine said over her Comm system looking at the picture of her husband Alex and her two daughters; twins Kara and Kelly. It nearly killed her to be out here with them back home but she was Royal Airforce and she would do her duty for her country.

"CAG, Alexia; Granted Onyx Flight; Say hello to the Iron Lady from us" the flight Ops Officer replied again unbeknownst to them he was now smoking a big fat Stugy cigar.

Loraine brought her squadron around in a tight turn; without even blinking the Valkyries were now in line with their Wagdogian counterparts the wings sliding out from Delta to a perpendicular angle that looked like a now looked like a 'T'. The drag was much more effective here as she eased back on the throttle her squad mates followed suit and the Valkyries effortlessly slowed to a crawl to keep pace with Red Army Two. A blue light blinking on the LCD display to indicate they were now in 'fuel efficient mode' or as efficient as two 21,000lb Ram-Fan Engines get anyway.

The Animarnian Royal Airforce fighters were now in V Formation; if the passengers of Red Army Two looked out there windows they'd easily see the RAF fighters formed up on there wings; along with the Wagdogian Migs' certainly a sight one does not see every day. Loraine took off her Oxygen mask and spoke once more into the Comm system; this time directed at the Wagdogian Fighters; "If you guys are carrier capable; when this cluster fuck of a situation is over your welcome to chow with us on the Alexia" she said.

She looked once more at the picture of her family; she would survive this; she swore it; she would survive no matter what

HMS Aragorn
The Sleek Astute class Submarine was silent; deadly; stealthy the perfect killer the data screens that showed incoming messages from FLEETCOM flashed to life; showing Rene's orders to Proceed to staging point Alpha. This process was repeated for sixteen different submarines; All Astute Class; All loaded up for hunt-to-kill Mission profile and so the submarines of the fleet altered course and headed towards Staging point Alpha. They were ordered not to engage any Ennuisian Ships but just to lay there silently and wait no doubt there would be some reason why but currently they were not informed of it.

Other Fleet Ops
Three more Carrier groups were called into action to proceed to staging point Beta; which was expected to be out side the combat zone in Vetaka; the Elissia and the Galahad were called from standard patrol while the Allyson was called from its 'maintaining presence at TFS' Mission. All were to proceed to Staging point Beta at full speed; which was a full three days away just in case the battle fleet at Vetaka needed any reinforcements or anywhere else nearby as required.

Fort Arnold and Fort Willis
The Army bases were a hornets nest of activity as the small C-130's and larger C-17's to the positively gigantic C-1 Thunderbirds started to load. Anything ranging from troops; equipment, ammunition and armoured vehicles from tanks and Artillery right up to 75-Ton Trucks and crates of body armour and Automated Guardian Turrets. If there was one thing Animarnians did well it was defence and as soon as the mission was green lighted hundreds of transports would start taking off and head towards Vetaka to fortify New Helgan; joining then would be over 600 Superiority fighters, 800 Strike Fighters and over 400 A-10's

Royal Airforce
At forward and domestic airbases the first waves of bombers were being loaded. Eight Wings of B-2C Spirits laden with ordinance varying from FAE bombs to MOAB's and Laser Guided 2000lb JDAMS; each wing comprising of Seventy-five B-2C Stealth Bombers. F-117A Nighthawks were being loaded ready with HARM Missiles and Paveway III Laser guided bombs in hunter killer packs paired up with AWACS UAV's while F-15E's and EB-180's were loaded with Rufous Anti shipping missiles all ready to take off and strike out at a moments notice.

B-1B Lancers and B-52 Stratofortress would comprise the second wave of bombers but those wouldn't be entering theatre until enemy Surface to Air Missiles and Radar Sites had been cleared…

SIC
SECURE REPLY
TO - USSW, CC - ALLIED COMMAND
FROM: ANIMARNIA GENERAL COMMAND
CONFIRMED; PATCHING IN FOR SHARED INTEL STOP
CONFIRMED; ASAT MISSILES ON ALERT STOP
CONFIRMED; IFF CODE RECIVED STOP
FULL STOP

Mer des Ennuis

27-08-2007, 23:36

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=The Office of the Admiral of the Navies, Mer de Noms, Mer des Ennuis=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“Sir.”

Like most interruptions to his work, General Jacek Stefan had thrown the door open. The “Sir” was forced: the Airforce ranked above the navy in almost every regard. Though the army received preferential treatment and the Air Force’s funding was lower than the other branches, its tentacles stretched into almost every aspect of the Ennuisian military complex: intelligence, space command, home-land invasion defense, and a myriad of other activities.

“Yes General” responded Andrei, barely looking up.

“MI has some information for you.” he said, slapping a heafty file onto the acting Arch-Arsonist’s desk. “Here is the highlight reel: The Kampherians are mobilizing in full. We’ve detected high-altitude spy-planes outside of our airspace, and we’ve been conducting massive SIGINT against UFAN assets, and are preparing to cripple OBSAT.”

“What was that about spy planes?” Andrei placed his pen on the desk, and looked up. His face lost some of its contrast with the dress whites he had taken to wearing as of late.

“Sir, we’ve detected the shift caused by high-altitude objects moving at around Mach 3.5. I don’t think these are little green men, and SIGINT is reporting some form of GPR is being detected.”

“This is your call Jacek, what do you recommend.”

“We send some fighters to say ‘howdy, get the fuck out.’ I’d just need your permission, obviously.”

“Done, don’t fire, just tell them we know they’re there. And this GPR…”

“Isn’t detecting crap. They’re outside of our airspace… barely, and over water.”

“Good, good. What are you doing to OBSAT?’

“Any idiot could tell that UFAN is overly dependant on OBSAT. We’ve been able to monitor some transmissions, though E-E-1 hasn’t been able to break them. We’ve used this to track down the various locations of the OBSAT constellation; weapons, observation, targeting, what have you. We’ve naturally been concerned with weapons and targeting; we’ve already set S-500 variants with brilliant-pebble-like systems on as many as we can find. For the rest, we’re working on a worm.”

“Right… keep it up. And the…”

“The Kampherians, like I said, are mobilizing. We’ve been following them using some basic observation satellites, no need for the critical ones. The Exodus project has been in the dark for years, and we’ve been able to confirm their locations by indirect methods. We can presume the project will survive any first and possibly second strike. We’ve been tracking Kamperian troop and satellite movements; and we can confirm that they are preparing for deployment.”

“That sounds good Jacek. You know what to do on your end. The Navy will line up Kampheiran targets outside of their territorial waters, just enough to say ‘back off’ once hostilities commence.”

“Right, can do.”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=The Abyss=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Like most other navies, The Ennuisian Maritime Navy (EMN) kept a fleet of attack and ballistic missile submarines; usually out of home port. Ennuisian doctrine kept the submarine assets of at least three battle groups out of port at all times. Most were stationed in the sea lanes; beautiful, powerful Jormungandr-class attack submarines, procured from the Skyian navies. The SSBNs and SSGNs, on the other hand, disappeared for up to two months at a time. These ZMI Rhine-class ships were like ghosts in the night: sitting under ice caps, in trenches up to two kilometers deep, or, in one case, an unsuspecting merchant-marine port. Sonar had a hard time detecting them; the high-powered indicator loops and magnetic anomaly detectors just barely did the job.

Much in the way the F-22 Raptor was designed to dominate the air, another leviathan dominated the sea. The massive ZMI Stingray-class heavy submersibles, stalked the oceans. Although not very stealthy, a half-kilometer long object is generally hard to hide, the ships in her class could best even capable squadrons.

The situation in Vetaka was no different. The silent death capable of launching purifying fire from half a world away merely adjusted their targeting information: the dark lands of Kraven were ignored; the destruction of the Clandonians would have to wait another day. The land of the White Phoenix was all the rage in the SSN corps, and everyone was waiting.

It was then no surprise that when a large freighter and its escorts exiting Vetakan waters began pinging the waters like crazy, SSN-52 left from its silent vigil, and began to ghost it. It would not sink the ships; quite frankly the commander didn’t give a fuck what was on board, it would just follow and watch. When the freighter docked, the Jormungandr would turn around, get to safe waters, and broadcast all pertinent information.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=New Theeb, Vetaka=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Willard stood indignant as the soldier cuffed him.

“At least the SSA is kind enough to give you a reach around when they pull this shit” he spat at the soldier, who didn’t seem amused. His fellow Ennuisians backed out, leaving. They’d be back. In force.

After being hauled out of the airport like a common dope fiend, the smug bastard who was given the name by a bitch of a mother “Perry Cox” strutted over.

"It seems we are destined to be enemies my friend, follow me we need to talk"

The barely-competent lame-duck mouthpiece of a tyrannical, psychotic republic named “Willard” only stared ahead as he was thrown into the kind of limo that only a smug, arrogant prick would ride in, by an over-enthusiastic

"Ok let’s drop the shit and pretend we are not in the situation we are currently in, one diplomat to another, man to man. What the Fuck is going on?"

Willard didn’t respect this man. He didn’t respect most men, much less himself; why should he show any for this man?

“Well my friend, since I’ve apparently been stripped of my ambassador status by a bunch of your friends with guns, fuck you” muttered Willard, his aged face red with indignation. “Quite frankly, I have no idea what the fuck is going on. I was woken up at the break of dawn, told that the your government was out for my blood, and that I was being recalled. So I sat in the airport, and what do you know, those oxen you call police storm in!”

Willard took a sip of the drink he was offered, before slamming it down.

“Excuse my anger, but you’d be in the same position. I’m surprised, I’d have presumed that you would have known the position of Consul is the sunset position for the state department. All foreign intelligence is handled by the SSA or military intelligence. Almost all high-encryption ciphers are used to trade sudoku algorithms. We just get told what to say for the state, which is, quite frankly, what I expect to do now.”

He sighed, and sunk into the seat. It was going to be a long car ride.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=The Office of the Admiral of the Navies, Mer de Noms, Mer des Ennuis=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“Sir, the plane is exiting Vetakan Airspace.”

“Thank you Janet” sighed Andrei wearily. Already he could see why the previous Arch Arsonists had become rabid alcoholics. The job had a habit of draining any will you thought you had.

Right now, he had letters to write.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The Wagdogian letter was particularly grating. No self-respecting Ennuisian could hold any respect for the xenoforms that appeared one day, and happened to be red beyond belief. The fact that the Wagdogians had sent the message ‘round the world was even more annoying. They’d be next, Andrei was sure of that.

To: USSW Revolutionary Command Council
From: The Office of the Arch Arsonist
Re: The Assault on the Ennuisian Embassy
Encryption: “America” Cipher, Eyes Only

I challenge you to provide any evidence linking the Arch Arsonist Adam Wincenty to the assassination attempt on Scarlet Rogers’s life. Indeed, Mer des Ennuis fell under wide-spread condemnation for genocidal-like threats against the nation of Strator, a move that would have saved the world much suffering in the long run.

Mister Lind, I assure you: if Mer des Ennuis wanted Scarlet Rogers or any other members of the Vetakan leadership dead, we would not have attempted to finesse a bullet into a person. The Armed Republic paints with a broad brush, if at times too broad.

I commend you for silencing your wire in this regard, and your nation should be grateful as well. The Armed Republic is not to be trifled with. You might have confused our nation with any number of primordial tin-pot dictatorships and juntas. Our people hold power, and their will is made manifest in the embodiment of the Arch Arsonist. The people demand quick, swift, brutal retaliation. Do not push the people of Ennuisia, you will not survive the push back.

None the less, we will be happy to release the prisioners, though I’m very sad to say that the Vetakan Ambassador has taken his own life rather than be taken into custody. We do not require collateral. You would be advised to send a plane with advanced life support.

-Ivan Andrei
Admiral of the Navies
Acting Arch Arsonist of Mer des Ennuis
“Fear Ensures Loyalty!”
“All Glory to the Hypnotoad!”

”One down, two to go.” he muttered.

To: President Shondel
From: The Office of the Arch Arsonist
Re: The Assault on the Ennuisian Embassy
Encryption: “Europa” Cipher, Eyes Only

Proof on the part of the assassins will be forthcoming. As I’m sure you know, when it comes to captured spies and assassins, time is the only variable. Your mobilization and the silence of the Vetakan government more than justify the validity of our claims.

-Ivan Andrei
Admiral of the Navies
Acting Arch Arsonist of Mer des Ennuis
“Fear Ensures Loyalty!”
“All Glory to the Hypnotoad!”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

State Department Alert

In response to the belligerent actions of the nation of Central Prestonia, all citizens of the Armed Republic are hearby advised to return to Mer des Ennuis immediately. All trade with the nation of Central Prestonia is suspended, effective immediately. All shipping operations taking place near Prestonian waters is hearby authorized to activate defensive armaments, including naval artillery. The Armed Republic is not a land of barbarians, and all Prestonian citizens are invited to stay in Mer des Ennuis without harassment or expulsion.

-Klara Mykhaila
Director, State Department
“Fear Ensures Loyalty!”
“All Glory to the Hypnotoad!”
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=An Excerpt from the Diary of Captain Robert Cropes, M.D.=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
I finished giving instructions for post op to one of the nurses. Bad one this morning, some ordinance went off at one of the guard’s barracks; killed three and injured the current patient.

The SSA and MI has taken over a wing of the hospital; under full lockdown. I inquired to one of the guards at the wing’s foyer as to what they were guarding, but they didn’t know, but that there were autopsies occurring from the embassy incident. When I informed them of my rank, they merely told me that they could not allow me to pass. I can’t imagine why, but I could see more guards down the hall. I thought I glimpsed a body bag, but I can’t say I thought much of it.

I thought I heard an animal scream, but that was impossible; we don’t allow animals in here. I informed Dr. Wells, but he hadn’t the faintest clue, just that some prison docs were training. He promised me he’d do some pulling on it. What is going on back there?

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=The Great Beyond=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
The order had come: find the interlopers, and give them a message. Of course, no one read or wrote the order exactly; computers don’t speak English. Earth Array 1 merely received a standard signal 26: intercept. At the speed of light, five fighters apiece were scrambled for each unknown “blip.” Some of these blips, of course, were private planes who hadn’t bothered to file correct flight plans, whose pilots were about to have the shit scared out of them. Others were unidentified spy planes.

The cold, uncaring, thoughtless craft that made up the overwhelming majority of the Ennuisian Air Force parted the sky. As they neared their targets at Mach 3, they broadcast a simple message in a smooth voice that some say mirrored Bruce Campbell across all conventional audio channels.

“Attention unknown craft. Please tune to frequency 322.64 immediately and identify yourself, or vacate the area.”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=Rogers Mountains, Vetaka=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Xu and Mikhalio had expected this; though renowned for their prowress, the White Phoenix had become soft with the dawn of technology, and were little more than a shadow of what most Ennuisian anthropologists imagined to be their former glory.

“Silence Legion, get behind me” commanded Mikhalio in the dead language of Gothic Enochian, a forgotten relic of a darker time. Xu felt the hair on his neck stand up slightly, and his blood ran cold at the harsh-yet-melodic sound. He was sure that the White Phoneix felt the same.

“You bow to no man, yet you kneel before us” remarked Xu, though without distain or malice. “Cartland, I will be blunt. Take us to Chief Quicksilver. A pale rider draws nigh, and none will survive his wrath. I come, young tribesman, to save you and your people from the hell that is upon this land.”

Wagdog

02-09-2007, 00:08

Skies Outside New Theeb Greater Metropolitan Area, Animarnian Combat Patrol 16 Operational Area
"Negative Onyx Flight, we are not carrier-fitted; will remain aloft until Red Army Air Force Two lands and then follow once area is confirmed as clear. Would your commanders terribly mind you joining us in New Theeb mabye?" Col. Melinda Bates figured it was as fair an idea as theirs, and at any rate her squadron had to stay as close to the Deputy General Secretary and her flight as the situation allowed. "In any case, we'll have company so it'll be less-critical." In addition to Second Independent Strategic Fighter Wing, which would remain dispersed into its various ten-ship squadrons escorting the more important of Wagdog's command aircraft, scuttlebutt hinted that Third and Fourth were also going to deploy to no less than Vetaka itself; the former for New Theeb and the latter to Bagnall Island where already another five army groups and their associated dependent air power were well into setting up their positions, in case the Ennuisians decided to come knocking indeed.

"There's Red Army Air Force Two now on final." Col. Bates could register the impending landing on radar as well as just barely visually. "We're almost done here people. First Squadron, push to 2.8 Mach supercruise velocity and spread out; arm Adders and Archers for air-superiority defensive patrol. After a few runs, let's see if these Animarnians will have our party." That done, the Red Fox fighters would bank off and jointly cover the area in case any Ennuisian or other fighters got too snoopy. Perhaps bombers too, but given their current missile loadout their full speed couldn't be exploited like when flying a straight old-fashioned intercept; lest one wished to tear the missiles from their pylons and cause a nasty inflight accident of course, which wouldn't do at this stage of the game. No, not at all...

Palace of Peace, New Theeb
After an uneventful enough landing at New Theeb International, and a perfunctory waving through Customs and into diplomatic vehicles from the Wagdian Embassy in Vetaka summoned for the purpose, Christine was making her way to the master suite of the Palace where Scarlet Rogers was recovering from childbirth. She felt giddier with every step, almost as if her own life was being mended along the way. Almost... as if it were her lost Harold that had just been (re)born here.

"Hey there Scarl..." Christine opened the door to see a usual scene of a woman recovering from the most exhausting thing one could do: giving life to a newborn. Speaking of whom, said baby boy was kitted out in the most adorable little blue swaddling clothes; and nestled in a huge oaken cradle which seemed fitting for one of his descent. Welcome, little guy... Christine was beginning to tear up at the sight; yes, the old longings were indeed coming back in full force. "You holding up there girl?" She moved to embrace her best friend among women, suspecting all too well that she might not get another chance given how things could go right now.

And at that, although Christine tried to keep her body language level, some minor tremors and tears also registered from her. Though unlike those of joy she tried to make supreme, these were still of the old... unvarnished... rage at the Ennuisians boiling just below the conscious surface; momentarily coming up in one coherent thought she managed to keep between her ears. You tried to kill this woman and this child, Arch-Arsonist Wincenty. If indeed you and your accomplice Andrei live... well, I'll see to it that you both receive your Justice someday! Preferably, by my word... if not my hand even. That thought, she returned to caring for Scarlet's needs now. The world outside had enough hatred and pain to worry about without Christine dragging it in here, and she resolved to keep it there even if only just outside the door perhaps...

Heaven knew, out there was bad enough already.

Citadel of Loyalty; Rogers Mountain Range, Vetaka
"I gladly accept this honor... Your Highness..." Colonel Rose McGuffin, now Rose Protector of the White Phoenix Tribe equally as much, returned Quicksilver's grasp and met his eyes as firmly. "As will my men. Your confidence means everything to us, and we will gladly accept what help you so kindly offer." Turning to her men, she motioned them forward to accept what names he'd give them; she knew none would refuse from what she'd taught them about these people, hell even from what they'd learned about the White Phoenix in school most likely. Which was, of course, nothing but the deepest respect and brotherhood possible.

As word of the Ennuisian intrusion came, her pulse quickened. She knew it would not be long now. "Agreed, Your Highness. If they indeed come in peace, let us hear them. Should they turn false... let us pay them the wages of treachery." Her voice carried the level hardness of wrought steel, and she knew she would be able to 'keep it frosty' here indeed. She'd heard things about the various Ennuisian special forces; most of them quite impressive, naturally. Of course, whether those could match a tribe's lifetime of practicing in the arts of irregular combat and her own desire to avenge what dishonor the Clandonians had inflicted on her so long ago, was yet to be seen. For Rose Protector's part, however... she would aim to tip the balance in favor of redemption; for herself, and now for both of the lands she called home.

Red Army Air Force One, Skies Over Wagdog
Reading the Arch-Arsonist's letter General Secretary Charles Lind decided to let Acting Arch-Arsonist Andrei sweat a little while over the rest of the reply. For now, he'd reply only as follows while the requisite preparations were seen to on the ground some distance below and away; off in New Theeb using a Wagdian aircraft and operatives attached to their embassy in Vetaka.

To The Acting Arch-Arsonist

This posturing is irrelevant; allow me to confer with my government and allies, and I may answer you in full as you indeed deserve. For now, I'll send a medical team by Il-76 transport to pick up the Vetakan Embassy survivors and relay them home. I cannot say I am pleased to hear your implication of their state of health, or rather unhealth; but again further posturing would be besides the point. Hopefully, we can all remain sane men here while the Vetakans do what they must either way.

Good Day to You,
Charles D. Lind
Commander-in-Chief, USSW War Office
Party Secretary, Wagdian Revolutionary Party
General Secretary, USSW Revolutionary Command Council

"See to it what agents we can are placed aboard that aircraft; the very best, understood?" As the State Security operative on the phone from the Embassy hung up, Charles sat back and closed his eyes, the melodic thrum of the Maxdome's jet engines filling his ears. For now, some rest had been earned it seemed; but for how long?

Vetaka

02-09-2007, 14:51

Palace of Peace, New Theeb, Vetaka:

It was usually customary of the Razgrix Bodyguard Detail upon the President to personally search all foreign visitors to the President however this was not the case with Christine the Deputy General Secretary of Wagdog was waved through the Palace as if she was a leader the various guardsman snapped to attention at the sight of her. As she reached the Presidential Suite the guards on each side of the door again snapped to attention in clockwork fashion the doors opened and Christine stepped in.

Scarlet had been gazing down at her child when the doors had opened and her best friend had entered. She was dumbstrucken for a while the last time Scarlet and spoken to VDF High Command Christines Flight was only just landing obviously like most high ranking Wagdogians they where simply waved through customs often without checks of papers, visas, and passports. Christine Motorcade had been escorted to the Palace by the Vetakan Police Departments screaming vehicles. Scarlet smiled at the sight of Christine playing with Joseph when Christine turned her attention to Scarlet she began to weep Scarlet threw her arms around Christine and just broke down in total hysterics:

"I have to die. Then the people will be safe. Pearce has planned it all out he has used VSIS contacts to get it out of the country. I'm to die and disappear"

Scarlet released the Embrace and went to the desk she fumbled around within it and withdrew a small oak box which was decorated in White Phoenix Artwork moving back to Christine she handed her the box and spoke softly:

"I made it when I was a young girl deep within the Rogers Mountains"

It was then that the doors opened and a meal was brought sitting down together they ate, drank and chatted like all women do. Scarlet settled into a blissful ignorance which was shattered when the Large Oak Doors burst open and a young guardsman entered:

"Ma'am it is time"

Scarlet nodded and whimpered slightly embracing Christine one last time she smiled and said:

"Good Bye. My friend may we meet again"

Scarlets face was now streamed in tears she bowed down to one knee and spoke softly:

"I bow to no man"

Rising to her feet she turned on her heel and left pushing Joesph now in a pushchair making her way through the Palace the guards and staff smiled and exchanged good byes with their leader. Scarlet came to a halt outside of a large oak door and wiped the tears from her face attempting to smile it was just so hard. The Razgrix Bodyguards in huge black combat Fatigues and Assault Rifles formed up around her the doors opened and the group moved through into the corridor which was full of media people. Video Cameras and Photo cameras without stopping the group moved through the room and without stopping for questions they exited through a far door and into the garage gazing at the Limo Scarlet wept as she passed it and entered into a lift which descended into the ground. The Limo slowly left the garage followed by a Land Rover and proceeded by an S-Type Jaguar Police Cars escorted the three vehicles they slowly passed the press whom again took pictures yet all of a sudden something was wrong Razgrix Bodyguards as ordered and rehearsed ran down the steps screaming yet alas Bang the Limousine exploded the Press Dived to the floor and gazed those who where on the ball would see pictures of the Vetakan Presidential Limousine a smoking fiery wreck on its side Bodyguards running around it playing the perfect role of a failed security operation. Scarlet Louise Rogers wife of Vice Supreme Admiral Jason Barber 3rd President of the Free Dominion of Vetaka had just been assassinated by a Car Bomb attack upon her personal motorcade. Vetaka was at blows with Mer Des Ennuis their State Security Administration had failed to kill Scarlet once now it seemed they had just been successful.

Limo of the Foreign Secretary, New Theeb, Vetaka:

Perry Cox had been expecting this he had never really met Wilard before because the Ennuisian diplomatic mission was that old only a few months. However one of the reasons Cox had become Foreign Secretary because of his ability to adapt to the situation at hand. Cox was a true diplomat he hated war and would do everything in his power to advert conflict. He breathed and began sending his voice high and aggressive. Ennuisian people where proud and respected those whom showed respect:

"Damn Fucking Right you have been stripped of ambassador status I signed the papers myself. Yet alas it was you and the damn SSA whom forced my hand when you raided and slaughtered the Vetakan Diplomatic Mission in Mer De Noms get the fuck off your high horse and help me to stop a war that will wipe billions of people out. You claim not to know anything and that your a mouthpiece for the state. So what do you know you must have influence in Mer De Noms will you help me?"

White Phoenix Lands, Rogers Mountains, Vetaka:

Cartland gazed at Xu for a few seconds before he turned and strode to his left he signed to a seemingly empty bush he then strode back to Xu and an uncomfortable silence fell across the group. This silence was broken by the sound of galloping horses a few more seconds past before Chief Quicksilvers Stallion rode flanked by the chiefs most powerful and wise warriors behind them was Rose Protector and her Warriors the group came to a halt The Chief stepped down and Rose Protector did the same they both strode forward and knelt before Xu:

"We bow to no man"

The rest of the warriors repeated the Chant. Quicksilver rose to his feet and began:

"It is an honour and pleasure to have you in my Kingdom and Lands my friends speak?"

Animarnia

02-09-2007, 17:21

The Octagon
Rene Sat in the large briefing room that she was sure would become her office in the coming weeks; she had an office in the Octagon she was sure of it; but something not to her credit was that she wasn't here too often. Spending most of her time in the presidential house come palace than here in the heart of the military command complex of Central Dogma.

She looked over at the holographic display nicknamed "The Oracle" by the NCO's who worked with it; the brain child of Doctor Katsuragi; she watched as more and more small blue wire-frames lit up with the mobilisation continuing with an appreciative smile. The aid; came back for the third time; this time Rene actually looked at his name tag; Lieutenant Carrigan as he handed her a folder again with the red chevrons around it. Rene read over the message; a reply from the acting Arch Arsonist Ivan Andrei Short and to the point for sure. Rene picked up her lap top and started drafting up a reply for a few minutes and handed a closed folder back to the aid; "see that this is sent immediately with all speed" she said and the aid took the folder; saluted then turned on his heal and departed.

Encrypted Level: Red
To: Acting Arch Arsonist Ivan Andrei
Subject: Embassy raids
We respect your position; however your evidence is broad and reaching at best and I find it hard to believe that the Vetakan government would authorise any attack against Mr Wincerty. As you say the Vetakans are an honourable people if they sought to attack you they would do it openly with laser-guided bombs and cruise missiles not with assassins and bullets in dark allies. Through the Islamic attempted Coup and the nuclear attack on Solomon we have learned the surprise attack is the first resort of the coward; Vetakans would fight and die and bleed on your shores to get to Adam. You are correct in one point however Mr Andrei; Time is certainly the key factor I sincerely hope we find a solution to all this before time runs out.

Regards,
Rene Shondel, President of Animarnia

General Jack Carville entered his large frame and moustache waddling slightly as he walked in a dark green Generals Dress uniform; ribbons decorated the right breast. He handed Rene a red binder with the Animarnian Seal on it; Rene knew this was the draft attack plan for a nuclear strike against the Enusians if it came to throwing nukes around; she hoped it wouldn't come to that even if it came to war. She put the red binder down on her makeshift desk. She signed nothing to do now but wait for the Vetakan's to make there statement then like a hornets nest the dragon would awake like the mythical beast and lay waste to anything in its path. Until they however she picked up a trashy romance novel off the bookshelf; and opened it at her bookmarker Henry, Alison and Jessica had just started a threesome. Truth be told Rene would much rather be in New Theeb with Scarlet; loving up on the new addition to her 'family'. Rene smiled at that; she didn't have many she could call family; blood or otherwise; her dad died early on; and her mom lost herself in a bottle afterwards. She had no husband or children or any blood siblings. Scarlet had become a best friend and a sister…

Onyx Flight, New Theeb
The Valkyries of Onyx Squadron kept pace with Red army two; going right down to almost ground level with it and pulling the engines right back to a crawl. As the plane landed the nimble fighters accelerated rapidly to mach 2.8 to avoid an engine stall and gain altitude the wings sliding back into Delta. There 'mission' a complete success the fighters broke off into pairs; for combat air patrols around New Theeb International.

"Yeeehaaa", came the voice over the radio; "Smoke me a kipper I'll be back for breakfast"

"Can it Ace" Came a more authoritative female voice.

"Oh You're not fun Ninja; I as just expressing my joy at getting this lovely lady down on the ground safe and sound", Arnold 'Ace' Rimmer replied to Catherine "Ninja" Mcgillian.

"Both of you stop the chatter" Loraine ordered;

"Aye, Aye Batman" Both chimed off almost in unison. It was then that the reply came in from the Wagdoggie Migs Loraine replied - "Sure thing kids we never miss a party; you guys want to run a little friendly combat drill up here or are you guys reaching bingo fuel?" she said over the radio. Steeling a quick glance at her own fuel gage; the trip here on slow motion had certainly conserved fuel but the Valkyries engines liked to drink like an Irish Alcoholic in an open bar. Thankfully they had enough for a few combat drills and a free tank of gas from Vetaka would get them back to the carrier later. Though they'd have to watch the speed or the tech-heads would go nuts on the maintenance schedule; the Valkyries while high performance were very maintenance heavy and a hundred flights was all you got before a full inspection and repair job on the airframes.

The Octagon
Barely 30 minutes had passed with Rene's novel reading when the large plasma screens that were showing media reports all around the world suddenly one after the other flashed up with "Breaking News"; All Channels; All Radio stations; in fact anything that could transmit started showing the same news cast.

"This is Andrea Grey for ANN; Moments ago President Scarlet Rogers was assassinated in a car bomb attack as she left the palace of Peace in new Theeb; the damage is…unspeakable; President Rogers and a child thought to he hers are believed to have perished in the attack…. No government comment is available at this time…" Andrea started to break up as the footage of the car bomb was shown. The emotional facade of a news caster cracking and shattering away leaving behind the person underneath as she began to uncontrollably sob live on air the news cast cut out. Andrea was well known as the Ion Bitch of reporting; she had been to the massacres of Tribekistan, War Ravaged lands of the Kraven Machine, even the desolate wasteland of NC after the Londinian nuclear strikes. She had even seen the charred bodies of children being pulled from a hospice by King Alexander II of Questers after the carpet bombing of London. Nothing had shaken her so much to her core as this; as she just cried into her hands in the middle of the newsroom.

For Rene the effect was even more devastating; the words; "Scarlet and Child" "Car bomb" "Dead" just didn't register in her mind; the wheels were turning but they weren't getting any traction she had a kind of distant look in her eyes like she was in a far away place. Rene was catatonic from trauma she collapsed to the floor with a thud.
Fisher ran in and quickly checked for a pulse; "Citadel is down; Citadel is down, this is not a drill send a Medical team to the briefing room now!" he screamed into his wrist microphone. "NOW you bastards hurry the fuck up!" he screamed for the first time utterly terrified the trauma of losing his own wife and daughter flashing through his mind as the medical team rushed through into the room and hurried him out of he way to check on Rene.

Aurum Domus

02-09-2007, 17:42

Skies Over New Theeb

A squadron of ACI 733 Aquilas soared through the skies. It was just another ordinary day and the pilots were quite bored. They had been expecting war for the last 3 months and nothing had come of it. The huge naval force had been scaled back but there were still many Aurum Doman military personnel in Vetaka.

"This is squadron 806Alpha, anyone out there? Cuz were bored out of our skulls. We haven't shot at anything in 3 months."

OOC:

Aurum Doman Forces in Vetaka:

500,000 Marines
5,000 M1A2 Abrams Tanks equipped with TUSK

1st Battle Fleet:
1 superdreadnaught, Marerex
5 supercarriers
10 destroyers
3 carriers
2 hospital ships
3 troopships

500 ACI 733 Aquilas
500 FA 16 Priests
250 SuF Phoenixes
250 land based TF70s

Vetaka

03-09-2007, 00:41

Radio Waves after Bomb Attack:

"This is an Emergency Message from VDF Command to all Vetakan and Allied Assets operating within Vetakan Air Space and Waters. Code White. I repeat Code White all Assets are requested to launch full scale security alert. President Scarlet Rogers has been killed in a bomb attack within the Palace of Peace. SSA are prime suspects all Assets heads up."

OBSAT EMERGANCY BURST MESSAGE

TO: ALL ALLIED COMMANDS
FROM: VDF COMMAND

CODE WHITE STOP PRESIDENT SCARLET ROGERS KILLED WITHIN A BOMB ATTACK AT PALACE OF PEACE IN NEW THEEB STOP STATE SECUIRTY ADMINISTRATION IS PRIME SUSPECT FULL STOP

Office of the Ambassador, Vetakan Embassy, Lilica City, Animarnia:

Harold Jared Jones had only arrived in Animarinia a day ago to replace his predecessor whose mission was over. He had fallen in love with Animarnia the second he had arrived its people, its culture the way of life he loved it. Buying a modest size apartment he had broken recommended protocol and decided to live outside of the Embassy he was touring the Jewel of Animarnia when he had been summoned back to the Embassy to here about the Presidents passing. The Vetakan Flag which flew on the roof of the building was lowered to half mast as the Guardsman saluted it in unison. Harold had been a personal friend of Scarlets he had started his career as Diplomatic Advisor to Pearce in his original cabinet. He was upset and shaken he was sat in his office when the door opened and a man in a casual suit entered loking door behind him Harold rose his eyes some what surprised. The man then proceeded to check for bugs using a scanner eventually he picked up the phone on the Ambassadors desk:

"Jenny. No Calls. No Interruptions at all"

Replacing the phone the man gazed at Harold before speaking:

"Sir what I am about to tell you is Classified beyond relief. What I am about to tell you is Classified above Top Secret. Classified Code Alpha. Code Black. Less than 25 People are aware of this information."

"I understand Bill get to the point".

Bill was Attache of Security and Defence Affairs to the Vetakan Ambassador in reality he was an Vetakan Security and Intelligence Service Agent whom linked VSIS and the Ambassador together:

"Scarlet is not dead. VSIS faked the death in order to get her out of the country where she will be going I don't know only Pearce and Stone know I'm betting Aurum Domus tho Silens Nex have eyes and ears everywhere. VSIS orders you under Vetakan Diplomatic Law Article 29 to inform the Animarnian Government and specifically Rene Shondel VSIS authorizes you to inform the Intelligence Chief of AIA and those alone it must be done in person VSIS doesn't even trust OBSAT Griffin Security on this. Do you understand Sir?"

Harold was speechless his mouth was open and his mind was racing he eventually composed himself and spoke:

"I understand"

"I'll stand guard" replied Bill drawing his E-57 Service Pistol attaching silencer and taking off the safety.

Harold took up the phone and dialled after a few rings it clicked:

"Hello I am Harold Jared Jones Ambassador of the Free Dominion of Vetaka I wish to speak with the President and the Director of the AIA in person I have urgent and classified information relating to the death of Scarlet Rogers?"

Animarnia

03-09-2007, 01:00

Click.

Click

Click

The phone picked up on the third ring; a woman of Irish decent picked up; as soon as the word; "AIA" and "Scarlet Rogers" had been mentioned in the same sentence the call was instantly and automatically re-routed and secured on a triple encrypted line. Diverted to an office in a building some miles away; a picturesque skyscraper. The voice was that of Kara Conners the attaché to Director Fisher; she had come to Vetaka with Rene on her last visit not long after the first assassination attempt on Scarlet. "A Car will come for you at your current location in five minutes; you may bring one other; you will then be driven to a classified location." The smooth female voice of Kara spoke in a tone that said there was no negotiation; these were instructions to be followed the line went dead.

Five minutes later a black Audi A6 pulled up outside the Vetakan Embassy complex; its windows tinted with one way glass; the back windows were blacked out both sides so the passengers would not see where they were going. There was also a divider wall between the rear and front of the vehicle with a microphone so that the passengers could talk to the driver if so required. The driver a man dressed in a black suit, tie and dark glasses; essentially an MIB waited for the passengers to embark on their 'trip'

Vetaka

03-09-2007, 11:31

"Well that was strange, looks like we have a meeting with Rene and the Director of AIA a car will come to pick us up. Bill your coming with me" spoke the Ambassador rising from his chair.

"Sir" replied Bill

All Diplomatic Staff where trained to use the standard VDF Side Arm Pistol the E-57 Service Pistol Harold moved across his office to a small lock box attached to the wall drawing a key from his jacket he opened the box and retrieved the E-57, rounds of ammo and a holster fitting them all Harold gazed at a picture of the New Theeb Skyline. After a few seconds Harold and Bill Dale exited the Affluent Ambassadors Office E-57's loaded in holsters this protection was not because Vetaka distrusted Animarnia far from it however the information they both carried was of the up most important. Descending the stairs of the building the VDF Diplomatic Guard Captain in charge of security spoke:

"I know its Classified Sir but id feel a lot safer knowing what this is about and having one of my men go with you and not the Attache of Security I know you can handle yourself Bill but I am charged with protecting you both"

"I understand your objections but this is the way it must be" replied Harold

The Captain sighed before moving aside and speaking:

"OK but the records will show I agree under protest"

Brushing past him Harold and Bill made their way down the path to the main gate being waved through they boarded the Black Audi A6 which shot away.

Animarnia

03-09-2007, 14:00

The black Audi rolled through the streets for several minutes; the luxury car fitted with sound cancellation technology so that the outside world was silent for its passengers. The precautions weren't because they didn't trust the Vetakans' far from it; it was just that the AIA were a bunch of paranoid bastards and fewer people in the loop the better. Making sure the car wasn't being followed as the Audi drove into a tunnel part of the wall separated and the car drove inside; a second Audi drove out; an exact duplicate of the first to fool any would be intelligence agents and satellite surveillance. The Audi drove along the specially constructed tunnel, which served both as a secret entrance, and an escape tunnel for emergencies; reaching the end of the tunnel they came to a hidden car park; several other Audis were parked up. This particular one however kept on driving into a freight elevator; the doors sealing behind as it descend a few levels the elevator came to a stop. A green line covered the room as an X-ray scan revealed weapons and explosives; picking up the Vetakan service pistols; under normal circumstances these would be relived before continuing but those particular rules were hand-waved for Vetakans given the nature of the current situation.

The large doors opened on the other side and four AIA MIB flanked the Audi; "if you'll disembark your vehicle and come with us please sir" one of them said; the Ambassador should recognise as the voice from the phone call. AIA agents now escorted the two men to a second Elevator; past the surface offices and computer rooms. Kara put a key onto a lock on the elevator panel; turned it and pressed a button for Central Dogma. The elevator began its decent to more than 1,500 meters below the surface, past 7 layers of fortified armour that could take a direct twenty five megaton nuclear detonation on the surface and still hold.

After several minutes the second lift came to a stop; and the doors opened where grey haired form of Sam Fisher was waiting for them; face struck with worry but obviously trying to put on a brave act. "Greetings gentleman; my apologies for the tight security; better safe than sorry in my line of work; I'm Director Fisher; head of the Animarnia Intelligence Agency welcome to central dogma" he said with a nod and held out his hand to shake.

(OOC: short and crappy; sorry; I'm just on my way out)

Mer des Ennuis

04-09-2007, 00:02

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=The Office of the Admiral of the Navies, Mer de Noms, Mer des Ennuis=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“You wanted to see me, Admiral?”

“Sit” commanded Ivan, his voice dead.

“Sir, we…”

“Quiet. The SSA has a history of acting independently. “

“Sir, we’ve instituted a policy since Carpathia was…”

“How the fuck do I know you followed those policies Tomas?”

“Sir, we’ve purged all subversives. Unless you authorize it, we won’t make a move.”

Ivan looked up at Swietoslaw, trying to read him.

“Tomas, point blank: did we do this?”

The director looked forward, eyes steady. He recognized when his back was to the wall, as he recognized that he might not live beyond this conflict.

“Sir, we did not carry out the hit.”

“Then who the fuck did? The SSA still has something resembling a brain, yes?”

“Sir, we haven’t detected a substantial threat to Vetakan security recently. The Undead Falcons have been exterminated, and while I’m sure you would agree that they are a likely candidate, SIGINT from MI indicates we are, in fact, being blamed. Senior analyists currently believe that this is a ‘false flag,’ where an attack is either carried out or simulated by a government to rally citizens behind a cause.”

“Do you have something resembling proof of this claim, Mister Swietoslaw?”

“No, sir, but that seems likely. Miss Rogers knew she was a marked woman. Unedited footage from one of our sources in the Vetakan media does not show a body in the limo, nor is there any proof she was actually in the limo. I would conjecture, and my analysts agree with me, that the Vetakans conducted the attack to avoid a war they do not win they can believe, or they faked it.”

“Faked it?”

“Yes. The video shows the ‘Razgrix’ bodyguards as they are called, running towards the limo shortly b
efore it explodes. Amateur, to say the least; an organization attempting to seriously off a VIP would not phone in a threat. That little detail set off some alarms down the river.”

“How confident are you?”

“It’s a slam dunk; short of them producing a body that matches dental records and independently procured DNA samples, ones that the VSIS wouldn’t have been able to tamper with, we can safely call them on it.”

“And MI agrees with this assessment?”

“Strongly.”

Ivan drummed his fingers on his hat, which had been resting on a briefing, and thought. Tomas shifted his weight nervously. Ivan didn’t stir for 5 minutes straight.

“I concur. I will make an announcement within the next twenty minutes. Dismissed.”

Tomas breathed a sigh of relief, saluted, and hastily left.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=Limo, New Theeb, Vetaka=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Willard found himself growing more and more sedately irate at the smug bastard who sat next to him.

”Damn fucking right” he sputtered, “you have been stripped of ambassador status, I signed the papers myself! Yet, alas it was you and the damn SSA whom forced my hand when you raided and slaughtered the Vetakan Diplomatic Mission in Mer De Noms. Get the fuck off your high horse and help me to stop a war that will wipe billions of people out. You claim not to know anything and that you’re a mouthpiece for the state. So what do you know, you must have influence in Mer De Noms will you help me?"

“Spare me the bullshit. Its an open secret that the Ennuisian diplomatic corps is a fucking joke. Half of the ambassadors are felons of the worst breed kept abroad for their prison term! Of course, first-rate nations aren’t usually subject to that embarrassment, but I’ve spent the last few months here working on knife throwing. Very relaxing sport, but, consequently, I have no influence in the capital, short of debriefing my state department contact every week or so.”

Willard took a deep breath, and closed his eyes.

“What was that about the Vetakan embassy in Mer de Noms? I haven’t been able to get my morning briefing… you assured that.”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=Rogers Mountains, White Phoneix Lands=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“Before we can speak, Chief, you must turn all listening devices off” spoke Mikhalio matter-of-factly. “These tribesmen must vacate the area, we must be alone…” He stared at Quicksilver, gears turning, and then muttered “only you’re not a Vetakan…”

Xu’s combat knife was out of its hilt like a crack of lightning, the weapon pressed for a slow killing stab. The Wagdogian would have bled out slowly and painfully, had the blade actually been used. For now, there’d be a slight bruise from the handle. Xu whispered an Enochian curse, before muttering “Fuck off. If we meet again, and I hope for your sake we don’t, you won’t be so lucky.”

After everyone left, including ‘Rose Protector,’ Mikhalio took his machette, and with a quick flick of his wrist, he sent the implement flying, end over end, into a tree. Xu followed suit, casting his weapons off to the side and onto the ground, far from arms reach.

“We’ve come in peace, but I’m afraid that time is limited. The war that we all fear will happen, the higher-ups have decreed it” said Xu after a time. “It won’t be like any war that Vetaka has been involved in. This won’t be a war to pursue peace, it will be a genocide. I don’t know who struck Scarlet, and I probably never will, but the hit on Wincenty was a major fuckup. Mer des Ennuis exists for the pleasure of the Arch Arsonist. Wincenty will not rest until Scarlet and her son are in the ground or he himself is dead.”

“Chief, you and no one else have seen what I have seen. You know what is at stake here as well as I. My friend, you are the Jack of Spades.” Mikhalio produced a deck of cards labeled “tentative” and tossed one towards Quicksilver. “You are wanted dead or alive, but preferred alive. Every member of the Ennuisian military will be issued this deck. They will play bullshit with it, soldiers will win or lose meals in a game of poker, possibly from your face. The Brass wants to hand over a large tract of post-war Vetaka to the White Phoenix, eventually ceding control of Vetaka to your forces. I will be blunt: you can join us, or you will die. There is no other way.”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=The White Room, Capitol Building, Mer de Noms =-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“We roll in 5… 4…” counted down the technician. Andrei sat behind a desk featuring only a blank piece of paper, a brushed aluminum pen, and three mini desk flags. He wore the full uniform of the Admiral of the Navies for effect, his many medals; most of them combat related, weighed his dress jacket slightly forward and down.

“Good evening. As I’m sure you know, the President of Vetaka was apparently assassinated by parties unknown today. The Armed Republic extends its condolences to the Nation of Vetaka over this tragedy. However, our Intelligence is sketchy. In the coming hours, our intelligence services will be contacting the VSIS to ensure that Scarlet Rogers was actually killed. Until the Armed Republic has definitive proof that Scarlet Rogers was actually killed, nothing has changed. That is all.”

The video was streamed live to the governments of UFAN, and other ‘parties unknown.’

Vetaka

07-09-2007, 10:20

Grasping Fishers hand warmly Ambassador Jones smiled and began:

"It is a pleasure to meet you sir, I urgently require an audience with yourself and President Rene Shondel. I have information regarding Scarlet Rogers.

Bill gazed around the room and was amazed. He was still taking everything in the journey had been amazing the AIA were very slick and certainly new what they where doing.

Limo of the Foreign Secretary, New Theeb, Vetaka:

Cox was fasting taking a dislike to Willard he just seemed totally impossible. Silently Cox fumbled in his briefcase and took out a red leather file throwing it into Willard’s lap. Cox snapped:

"Here the report into the Ennuisian Slaughter of supposed diplomatically immune Vetakan Personnel in the Ennuisian Capital of Mer Des Noms. You sit here before moaning about how you are being treated well Sir I ask you as the Diplomatic Ennuisian Representative what about my Ambassador and my people in your capital? What about their treatment?"

The Car came to a swift halt Cox still angry cut through any response Willard was making his voice full of anger:

"Out"

The Limo's doors opened and Willard exited shortly followed by Cox they had entered an underground complex and where now surrounded by fully armed troops although Willard wasn't cuffed he might as well of been as he was forced into a nearby elevator with Cox and 4 Guardsman the doors closed and the lift began to descend.

Room of Freedom, Palace of Peace, New Theeb, Vetaka:

The Press Room within the Palace of Peace was now a hive of various activity the news about Scarlet Rogers had broken around the world and there had been no immediate response by the Vetakan Government as a result the worlds press had gathered within this room so many journalists had appeared from nations far and wide that the room was now dangerously overcrowded. At the head of the room was the small raised stage in front of the massive Vetakan Flag that was mounted to the wall. On the stage was a small transparent podium with the words "The Free Dominion of Vetaka" written across it. Dotted around the room where fully armed VDF Guardsman the room was restless as a result it was a general relief when double doors to the left of the stage opened and the guards snapped to attention at the sight of now acting President Pearce. He climbed the stage and took up position behind the podium gazing at the gathered crowd he coughed and began:

"Ladies and Gentleman earlier today Scarlet Louise Rogers 3rd President of the Free Dominion of Vetaka was assassinated in a Car Bomb attack upon her personnel motorcade. It is my tragic duty to report Scarlet is dead the body pulled from the wreckage matches the dental records of Scarlet. It is also my tragic duty to inform that her child Joseph was also killed within the attack.

At this Pearce began to cry he stopped and closed his eyes this was possibly his most emotional address. After a few seconds he continued:

Under Article 75 of the Vetakan Constitution I have been elected Emergency Acting President by the Vetakan Cabinet and Emergency High Command a move which is due to be accepted
or rejected by the Senate in a meeting later today. Vetakan Security and Intelligence Service has begun a full investigation into the incident I have no doubts however that was a deliberate and callous act by any number of Vetaka’s enemies that exist around the world. My People we are all aware that the Armed Republic of Mer Des Ennuis has brought its eyes and ears onto the Dominion we are all aware that they have issued this nation with a list of demands. A list of demands that I have responded to with one single word “No”. To reinforce this, I make this clear that just because you fought the hordes of Kraven back does mean the Vetakan Dominion will bow down to your bullying. The Armed Republic preaches the fact that it goes about its business using Cluster Bomb and Super dreadnought to this I respond by making it clear that Mer Des Ennuis may preach and bully all it likes yet Vetaka and the Vetakan People will not bow down as the old saying goes “No Matter how much the wind howls the mountain cannot bow to it”. The Vetakan Dominion maybe small compared to Mer Des Ennuis however we shall fight to the last city, to the last building, to the last room to the last man if required us. I and my Government shall personally mount a defence if required just as we did during the Civil War. I make this Presidential Address a clear message to Mer Des Ennuis if a war is want you want a war is what you shall get however it will not be I whom makes the declaration of such conflict. Vetaka is a peaceful nation and will always be a peaceful nation however we will fight to the death to defend our lands and these people. Millions of people will die on all sides. The choice is yours Arch Arsonist.”

White Phoenix Lands, Rogers Mountains, Vetaka:

Slightly enraged by the treatment of “Rose Protector” the Chief for one of the first times in his life swallowed his pride and spoke:

“The Vetakans will fight to the death they are most honourable, you speak as if Vetaka will just collapse as soon as you appear. Vetaka will fight to the death millions of your people will die. Just as will millions of Vetakans. What would the terms of such an Alliance be?

Wagdog

07-09-2007, 15:42

IC
Room of Freedom, Palace of Peace; New Theeb, Vetaka
Though Christine Friedrich knew Scarlet's death had been faked, and so far was the only Wagdian who so knew, that didn't mean she would fail to play her part in this most vital of dramas. Oh no. Deputy General Secretary Christine Friedrich would make her performance, indeed as if the Ennuisians truly had succeded in their fell aim this night. Now, there was only to play it out.

She began crying even before Pearce did, out of sheer reflex, and only just audibly. Give 'em a scene girl, but don't overdo it now, she thought, and make it a good one. Show how those Ennuisians have hurt you, hurt Vetaka, hurt the world today! And with that, rather than say a word, Christine rose and clapped as Acting President Daniel Pearce made known Vetaka's principled defiance to Mer des Ennuis and their ludicrous demands. And there she would remain, tearfully clapping, until he dismissed them all.

If need be, she'd remain standing for Pearce until somebody dropped a Falling Hammer even on this hallowed edifice of representative government; or should the Death Watch attempt storming it and face her own sidearm as well as the VDF's power in so doing. Like Pearce, even if not of his ideological bent all the same, Christine understood what happens when the free start bowing down to the whims of tyrants from across the sea: the line of tyrants keeps on coming rather than going away. That is, keeps on until one at last fights them off, win or lose; hence why against paranoid despots like what Christine knew both Andrei and Wincenty were, at least in her mind, there could be no backing down.

With that in mind, any paranoid minders on her own Il-87 Maxdome command aircraft would just have to wait with her. She knew Pearce would spare no effort to see her out safely, as much as she really did dream of laying low every Ennuisian commando who made the fatal mistake of thinking her a mere harmless politician; so hence this stand wasn't even impractical. No, it was entirely principled, and so any who failed to see that would, again, just have to wait.

Citadel of Loyalty; Rogers Mountain Range, Vetaka
"UMPH!" Col. Rose Protector McGuffin did bruise at Xu's rather... blunt, way of stating his opinion of her. She glared at him as he continued the Ennuisian squad's intimidation attempt, saying nothing but with her green eyes framed by flame-red locks sending the distinct message in thought, No, you fuck off. I am adopted of these lands, even if born Wagdian; and here is where I will fight. Should we meet again... well, Lady Luck will speak for herself. I bow to no man, and especially not to you. That moment's defiance done, she honored the terms of Chief Quicksilver's parley and left with the rest of the party, be they fully White Phoenix or adoptives like her other soldiers present.

Walking off, Rose Protector mostly thought to herself. So far, she'd known mostly failures despite her own skill and best efforts. She'd missed out on capturing King Kang Arma of Zanski so many years ago; and equally so had been forced to flee from the Clandonians by Havenite paranoia about 'outsiders', especially socialist outsiders, before she could do what part she'd wanted in defending Vetaka from Warminster's pointless vendetta of that day past. Even North Calaveras, generally regarded as a successful mission even if unusual in how permissive the locals had been due to ideological commonality with Wagdog's contribution to the Prussian forces occupying there, had seen a bizarre remote-aircraft strike on her Rangers by forces unknown. One which, even if defeated in the end, had claimed its share of those under her; souls she aimed to avenge upon the Ennuisians if they were so foolish as to make war in these mountains, for default of any real target as yet.

Now, however... she dared to see the possibility of success. Vetaka itself would be a weapon in this war; and one she knew its people, whether Vetakan proper or White Phoenix, would employ with skill and determination enough to stay the hand of any would-be conqueror or destroyer. Stay said hand, if not lop it off entirely before the day was well and truly done.

Hence, for now Rose Protector contented herself to let the world drop away as she looked towards the full moon over the trees; using what self-hypnosis techniques she knew, which were considerable even accounting only for her own pre-White Phoenix Survival, Escape, Resistance and Evasion training that all SOF personnel of all nations received in one way or another, she would allow her body to become irrelevant and her mind float freely. She most likely wouldn't hear Chief Quicksilver or Mikhailo for their distance from her, and even if somehow close enough her focus would enable her to miss the conversation except on a subconscious level. Hence, Col. Rose Protector McGuffin, ironically-enough named "Rose Periwinkle McGuffin" before taking her White Phoenix name, her true name since the dawn of time as far as she was concerned, stood to calm herself; calm herself before the ultimate storm imaginable crashed down upon them all.

SIC
Wagdian Embassy; New Theeb, Vetaka
"Come." Lady Uthiria Tóriel Lathíriel nós Farlond, Wagdog's top ambassador and the one posted to Vetaka as a result, addressed the agents before her; for she knew this was going to be the most vital mission the Wagdian State Security Agency had ever launched. "Gentlemen, your presence honors me, as the Men of old did my people by sharing the Faith of the Valar then. You are both to be a part of the most important operation the State Security Agency has ever undertaken; yes, even compared to rooting out the darksworn Blood and Soil Party humanists under the term of the last Human to hold the Secretaryship of State." The tall (even by her people's standards), muscular and platinum-blonde Elf laid out what was to happen to the men standing dumbstruck before her; it was indeed going to be crucial.

"Agent Ariona, you are to proceed to Smithy's Wine Bar upon a mission derived from the requests of the General Secretary himself. There, you will make contact with VSIS and obtain records pertaining to the interrogation of the sniper responsible for the first attempt on Scarlet Rogers' life." Lady Tóriel's contempt for the would-be assassin showed in her flat, steely voice when relating this. She held him as low as any of the various fell Men over the ages what had made deals with The Enemy, be he Morgoth or Sauron or whomever else. "We must show the world just who is indeed telling the truth here, Vetakan Security and Intelligence Service being a trusted name in general; or else at least show that the Ennuisian denials are not half so ironclad as they would like the world to think." The agent, a female Vampire of quite fair beauty, accepted silently with a nod of her head; her long black hair framing an almost sculptured face of moon-pale hauteur.

Turning to the other, a veteran human agent from prior missions of similarly 'all or nothing' magnitude, the Elven ambassador began outlining the other part of the mission. "And you, Agent Michaels, are to take some of our covert staff and meet with a unit of undercover Vetakan Scouts at New Theeb International and proceed to Mer des Ennuis on an Il-76 of ours configured for MEDEVAC duties. We're to take the survivors of the Vetakan Embassy storming home, and most likely expose to the world what the Ennuisians are willing to do merely to those who oppose them. All of them will be medically-trained, and extraction takes priority unless infiltration is easily accomplished. Understood?" Lady Tóriel raised her head slightly in an imperious gesture, her robes flowing shapely about her well-sculpted figure to provide a very commanding and yet feminine presence about her.

Both agents, the she-vampire and the man, stunned, simply mustered a hushed, "Yes ma'am" before rushing out. Soon, it would indeed begin. made his way to Smithy's Wine and Bar, while made his to New Theeb International as ordered; both at what fastest speed they could. They knew it was all important; in particular, as soon as the veteran agent Dwayne Michaels made contact, the MEDEVAC Candid would lift off and make westward for Mer des Ennuis as fast as it could. Having proven himself despite losing his superior, Agent Drask, on a botched mission he'd honestly rather forget as much as the world largely had already, Michaels was quite prepared for his more serious line of work now taking him to Mer des Ennuis. He had followed well, and thus earned the right to lead in turn; to follow in his dead superior's footsteps.

And there, yet more of this drama's tense prologue would have to unfold as it would; just as over here in Lazarus where Wagdian General Secretary Lind, always moving in his own Il-87 Maxdome command plane, was waiting for the evidence requested of VSIS to come from Agent Andrea Ariona so both Andrei and Wincenty could be fully answered for what they'd claimed in falsehood. Already something of a celebrity due to being the sister of a senior staffer at Wagdog's embassy in Ironcia, her high-profile lifestyle of partying and titillating both Wagdian and Vetakan men at every opportunity served as perfect cover for her visit to Smithy's Wine Bar; no prudish establishment itself either, be the standpoint one of nightlife or the intelligence underworld. After which point of gaining 'the dirt' and airing it worldwide, literally anything could indeed happen; and probably would of course...

Mer des Ennuis

08-09-2007, 05:48

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=Undisclosed Complex, New Theeb, Vetaka=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

It was only when the elevator began to descend that Willard recognized there was a good chance the Vetakans would kill him. After he had finished flipping through the report and the elevator began to descend, Willard finally spoke.

“Listen you smug bastard, if you want any kind of substantial answers, you aren’t going to get it by throwing me in some concrete prison followed by, what, a bullet and a shallow grave? I already told you, I don’t know anything!” he took a deep breath, before muttering “and now I know why...” He spoke up. “If you want anything, you’re going to have to let me talk to my government, presuming they haven’t already disclosed their reasons publicly already.”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=Rogers Mountains, White Phoneix Lands, Vetaka=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“The Vetakan military will make a valiant last stand, but alas, they cannot stand up to the might of the Ennuisian war machine. You know that the VDF will be swept away like wheat before a reaper.”

Mikhalio stopped, and surveyed the land around him; the tall trees, the snipers a quarter mile away; well-hidden but slightly visible; the brush, the sounds of innumerable fauna going about their mindless lives.

“The Rogers mountains will be scorched bare, and the White Phoneix will be made extinct, my friend. The government does not want to make a colony of Vetaka, though that is one of the plans being thrown around, I’m sorry to say. My intelligence is old, but I’m pretty sure that the three islands are going to be taken. Princess city is slated to be ground into a fine dust. New Theeb will be razed, that I can assure you.”

Mikhalio fell silent, as much for effect as the fact he had nothing to say. Xu, on the other hand, was slightly unnerved by silence, but not enough for his iron visage to crack, but, nonetheless, was the first to break the quiet.

“The bottom line is this: Mer des Ennuis will commit an act akin to genocide against Vetaka to get at Scarlet Roger’s child. That’s what this danse macabre is all about. More or less, the Ennuisian military will take a quarter of Vetakan land in the invasion, and rule it until it is either somewhat functional and peaceful, or until the ground is flooded with blood. We would like to hand the rest of the nation to the White Phoenix on a silver platter. All you would need to do, when the time is right, is fight for us.”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=Air Force Facility 1102, Undisclosed Location =-=-=-=-=-=-=-

One of the vast technological achievements of Mer des Ennuis was the Phased Dopplar Radar array, situated on the mainland on a large hill. Thousands of individual networked sensors dotted the landscape over a few square miles, and a pair of nuclear reactors supplemented a Sterling-Engine solar array to meet the power requirements for the installation. Designed to withstand carpet a concentrated bombing campaign, it was the pinnacle of military excess. Terabytes of raw data were fed directly into a section of Earth Array 1 dedicated to radar processing. Against the raw power that could pick out an F-117 on a bad day, the Wagdogian II-76 Candid’s signature was unmistakable to the men at the base’s air traffic control.

“Sir, we have the commies on Vector 112.”

The warrant officer on duty, looked up from his crossword long enough to say “Orders are to escort them to Mer de Noms International, you know that Edwards.”

“What voice should we use?”

The officer folded his paper over, quite peeved, before saying “I don’t give a flying fuck!”

Edwards flipped open the voicing book. “Scarlet,” a pleasant female’s voice closely resembling the average flight attendant, just wouldn’t do for the Armed Republic’s designated enemies. “Mitch,” a thick Austrian body-builder’s voice wouldn’t do either, nor would Pierce Brosnan’s. He considered the one closely resembling what many theologians believed Satan sounded like, before ultimately choosing the raw, unfiltered machine sound of Earth Array 1.

Within a millisecond of punching in the command, a dozen SuF-7 “Nightmare” multirole fighters ripped off the tarmac in perfect, computer guided formation, on an intercept course . At Mach 2.2, the fighters closed the distance, flying straight at the II-76’s cockpit, before parting in a starburst formation and neatly falling in line around the jetliner.

“Wagdogian aircraft, diplomatic flight protocol a173. You are ordered to continue on your vector for landing on runway 129 at Mer de Noms International” sputtered and cracked the strangely malicious sounding voice. “Failure to do so will result in termination.”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=Office of the Arch Arsonist, Mer de Noms=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“Sir, the Wagdogians will be arriving shortly.”

“Thank you Richard,” said Ivan, pressing the intercom’s button. “Have them meet me in the briefing room outside of the medical bay.”

“Yes, sir.”

“Have Doctor whats-his-name prepare the subjects for transfer.”

“Yes sir, I’ll have Dr. Cropes do that.”

Andrei sighed, and pushed some papers around his desk. Drawing a fountain pen, be began to scratch on a piece of paper. He had a speech to give in a few days time; one of the most important of his life.

The pieces had been positioned on the board, only the push of a button was required for a strike.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=Ennuisian Airspace=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The Wagdogian plane continued on its final approach, and the fighters maintained formation, but broke off as the jet descended. Twenty four divisions of men, 214,500 combatants in a city of 16 million, supplemented by countless other military, police, SSA, and civilian personnel were waiting to greet them into the belly of the beast.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
To: Vetakan High Command
From: Disease Control Administration
Re: Identification
Encryption: Cypher 5, Grade Low

To confirm the death of one Scarlet Rogers, I have been asked to request either the skull of the departed, or an exact plaster cast confirmed by agents of my department of the departed. This will allow us to confirm that the departed is in fact Scarlet Rogers. I apologize for this insensitivity, but time is, unfortunately, of the essence.

I thank you for your cooperation in advance.

Svetlana Pendick
Director, Disease Control Administration
“Fear Ensures Loyalty!”
“All Glory to the Hypnotoad!”

Aurum Domus

14-09-2007, 23:15

OOC: Just so I get this in on time heres the rest of my deployment to Vetaka.

500,000 Marines
250,000 Army

5,000 M1A2 Abrams with TUSK

500 TF 70s
500 ACI 73 Aquilas
500 FA 16 Priests

Vetaka

15-09-2007, 08:23

VDF High Command, New Theeb, Vetaka:

Cox ignored Willard's remarks as the elevator descended a few seconds past before it pinged and the doors opened pushing Willard forward Cox flanked by Security Forces stepped out into the corridor leading Willard through the Complex they were silent until they reached a small door which was flanked by two more guards armed with E-19 Assault Rifles. Cox opened the door and they all entered the room. They had entered into a medium size office with a desk and leather chair at the head of the room. Open upon the large oak desk was a Sony Vaio Laptop Computer, large amounts of files from various different Vetakan Agencies, a slender glass of water, and a large black telephone. Sat at the Leather Chair working away was a man in a black casual looking suit. He wore no tie and his white shirt was open at the neck. He looked up from his work to greet his guests smiling he rose and spoke:

"I wondered when id be entertaining you Mr Willard Turing, I am Daniel Pearce Acting President of the Free Dominion of Vetaka, please take a seat."

Whether Willard intended to sit mattered not the guards standing behind him forced him to the seat. This wasn't because Pearce was rude far from it. It was simply a security requirement. The Guards stepped back and fell silent before Pearce smiled at his guest. It wasn't a smug smile or even a mocking one it was simply a friendly one. By his very nature Pearce was a friendly peaceful person all he was concerned about was the well being of his people and his nation he had no grudge with anybody or nation. After a few seconds past the door opened again this time two men dressed in white entered pushing a simple food trolley Pearce clasped his hands and smiled:

"You must be starving Sir, it has been a somewhat eventful day has it not? What would you like exactly?"

Seeing to his guests breakfast needs. Pearce ordered two simple Cheese and Bacon Oatcakes and a glass of freshly squeezed Orange Juice. He allowed Willard to eat for a few minutes before he spoke his calm voice breaking the now uncomfortable silence:

"I can tell you your Diplomatic Mission left Vetakan Airspace Safely escorted by the Vetakan Airforce. Your plane is flying proudly and is well on its way back Mer Des Ennuis now down to more pressing matters of state. I am told you are now your nations Military Liaison to the Vetakan Dominion during this time of trouble correct? Mr Willard Turing what does that mean? As the Vetakan Dominions Political Leader consider this informal meeting your formal first contact with the Vetakan Government. Explain your nations position and demands? Do not take me to be a fool I hold You and Your nation in high regards my only goal in this is to protect this nation and people. Scarlet is dead whether you killed her, the nationalists killed or elements of VSIS I personally don't give a fuck. Fact remains she is dead if you so require I can show you and you alone her body. I only care about protecting my people. If so required I will personally hand myself into Ennusisian Custody if it would mean protecting my people. Your people have had the rudeness to request Scarlets skull or an exact plaster cast......

Pearce slammed his empty glass onto the desk he wasn't a violent man by nature but Scarlet had been his best friend they had grown up together and to have these people request her skull was just a kick in the teeth even if she wasn't dead Pearce had to play the part perfectly:

"under Vetakan Law it is forbidden to remove or tamper with a body unless it is a none intrusive Autopsy or required for Funeral. I as President am forbidden to wave the law until 24 hours have passed since the deceased died......."

Pearce turned the phone around and slid it towards Willard and sighed:

"If you want Peace you will contact your people and tell them this. You will request the power to make executive decisions and me and you will sort this and avoid a war. The Ennuisian Military is a powerful one, It fought Kraven I know and to that I say Whoopdeedoo and Big Fucking Wow. If you believe the VDF will just collapse underneath you, you are arrogant and ignorant in a battle yes you will probably succeed in defeating us but I make it clear you will lose a minimum of 1 Million Lives and that's if you are lucky. The battle will be tough and your occupation will be tougher millions will die and you will yet again be fueling support for your Communists at home."

With this Pearce went back to finishing the what remained of his Cheese and Bacon Oatcake.

Smithys Wine Bar, New Theeb Harbour, Vetaka:

Smithys Wine Bar was famous across Vetaka and to a certain extent famous around the world amongst Sailors whom had come to Vetaka aboard the many Military and Merchant Ships that came to rest and resupply within the Dominion. What had started as a small simple modest Wine Bar was now a large hotel, club and bar complex all rolled into one. Within the small original wine bar which was now a VIP Complex a man in casual clothing sat playing with a coke when the doors opened and a very beautiful, slender women entered smiling the man rose and they greeted each other. A few seconds past before as if by magic the bartender approached the table and dropped off a slender glass of Red Merlot Wine for the women whom smiled, thanked the barman and returned her beautiful gaze to the man whom she sat opposite he simply smiled and pushed a rather large leather satchel across the table:

"Its all their everything you could thing of, CCTV Footage, Psych Reports, General Reports everything. Just so you guys know I spoke with Internal affairs they would of give you everything we had if you made the official request unfortunately as we all know that takes a day and we don't have it as a result the Internal Affairs Chief has green lighted us for me to simply give it you now and I.A. will turn a blind eye. Our Scouts are acting as your Air Crew so its all sorted your Emergency Escape Route within Mer Des Ennuis is our guys within the South of the Country they have been informed of you being inbound if something goes wrong have your guys go to this address and ask for our man "Coral""

The man handed her a small piece of paper before rising from his feet and proceeding to leave over his shoulder and smiled:

"My apologies Ive got to meet my nationalist mole he has something vital. See you soon and Good luck"

To some this might seem a tad open but the VIP Room of Smithy's Wine Bar was a secured room it was guarded by VSIS Agents. It was no secret that the owner of Smithy's Wine Bar was an ex VSIS Agent little did the world know that she had never actually left VSIS she simply took on a lifelong mission besides New Theeb and specifically the Harbour Area where Pro Freedom Party and very very anti Nationalist as a result it was not surprising New Theeb had the highest number of Wagdogians & Foreign Nationals living their.

New Theeb International Airport, New Theeb, Vetaka:

The Private White Challenger 605 Aircraft under the name of a Affluent Vetakan Businessman whom was a close friend of Vetakan Intelligence was now ready to take-off it was travelling to Central Prestonia and then onto Aurum Domus carrying the Rich Businessman on a impulse holiday to Hudsons many tourist attractions. As a result it was quite strange when two stretchers where taken aboard the plane in its secured hanger it was even stranger when the Stretchers where accompanied by a entourage of no less than 20 people.

Wagdog

15-09-2007, 13:44

Il-87 Maxdome Red Army Air Force Two, Departing New Theeb International Airport; New Theeb, Free Dominion of Vetaka
At the same time as the Challenger 605 took off from one runway, Red Army Air Force Two also lifted from another under escort from its ten MiG-40 Red Fox guardian interceptors. The command plane was to take a course broadly southeast towards home, though never close to the other Maxdomes carrying Wagdog's war-critical high government and military personnel even at that moment. A potential decapitation raid by Ennuisian fighters was bad enough, but a mass decapitation raid? That was an intolerable possibility which, alas, was also all-too-real knowing the government being dealt with in this case; hence the strident security precautions against it.

Deputy General Secretary Christine Friedrich thought she saw the Challenger off in the morning distance, and smiled slightly as she thought. Go get 'em girl! I challenge Arch Arsonist Andrei and his lackeys to find you now; and no, I'm not telling even my husband unless VSIS sees fit to clue him in directly. Christine knew that the absolutely fewer who knew Scarlet was alive, the better the odds for the fugitive ex-President and her child. And Christine would do everything in her power to keep those odds good; even... yes, even lying to her own common-law husband. Damn me! I will, but damn me for it. The barbarians may kill me and my dream if they have the guts for it, but they shall not kill you and yours!

Christine had somehow known there was a touch of destiny when she'd first read State Security Agency reports concerning Vetaka all those years ago, though hardly the degree thereof. Ever since girlhood, itself some sixty years in the past except for what her body registered no thanks to The Event and its lingering aftereffects on her aging, she'd had bizarre dreams about being among a people both English and American Indian at once; of being leader to some bizarre communist state beside a shadowy man, even though at the time like any 'good' American girl she feared and hated the vile 'Commies' over the seas like she'd been taught, a prejudice it had taken years of progressive disillusionment with what she'd been taught followed by a fateful liaison with a certain man to ultimately break.

The dreams had been many and varied; on occasion, they portrayed a future almost too glorious to bear, of a nation and family of her own both making a very real contribution to progress in a world that seemed determined to eradicate the very notion from thought itself at times. On others, the visions were true nightmares of war, death, pain and defeat for said country and family; and all by her responsibility among others' as well. Given the situation now, she didn't dare wonder which of those imagined futures would become real this time. So far, the mix had been decent-enough; but now things were turning grim indeed. Especially, now that the Nicksyllvanians were hostile again; Wagdog's third major enemy on the warpath in the old fighting pit that was Zanski. They're coming at us from all sides now; sharks smelling blood in the water, the image was so apt it disgusted her as she thought it, well... we've got our ways of dealing with those, one at a time.

And so, as she considered this intersection of Fates taking place even now, Christine decided to lay back into the cabin's scarlet, burgundy and gold trimmed passenger chair and drift off for a small snooze. The military staff aboard would wake her if needed, and so far things were going as expected. In short, there was really nothing more for this woman to do... right now, at least.

Smithy's Wine Bar; New Theeb, Free Dominion of Vetaka
Agent Andrea Ariona, Wagdian State Security, swirled her Red Merlot in its glass as she took the returned pouch. She showed more than a generous amount of moon-pale leg to the Vetakan agent, even if it was crossed over the other all the same, and of course granted his excuse when offered. "Naturally. We can't have the ingrates getting too ahead of us, now can we? We'll use this data well; our thanks." Despite the hauteur in her voice, she blew quite the sultry kiss to his turned back and reveled in his ignorance. No matter... she thought, Maybe I can bed him when this is done. For now, there is work to do.

She might seem a bit... arch to outsiders, for a supposed communist like she was by party. But the Noble Revolutionaries favored by her people, as the name might indicate, were feudal communists; indeed, essentially especially-effete neo-Stalinists as they'd originated in the old Wagdian Communist Party's faction thereof before its split and the Vampires' attaining their own influence over the remaining faction. Quite a different bunch from the Trotskyites and New Socialists in the ruling Revolutionary Party proper, much less the neo-Maoists in the 'People's Revolutionaries' or the eternally wishy-washy Social Democrats.

Finishing her Merlot, downing it in a few gulps which an astute observer would notice her showing her fangs during, Agent Ariona allowed the Vetakan agent to go and thanked the barman as always. She was well-known in this establishment; not least among its party scene and other, racier aspects. It wasn't mere cover, though it served as such, it also worked well with her nature; being the daughter of a staffer in Wagdog's embassy in Ironcia as she was. Upon returning home and entering government work herself, she'd been able to be much more... herself, yes, than was possible there. Hence, she'd taken to the Vetakan nightlife in New Theeb like a natural; and now, was only regretting that work indeed was precluding pleasure to the degree it was by now. That would have to be rectified, and as soon as possible, to Ms. Ariona's mind.

Il-76MD Candid-B USSW-SD N00701A, Ennuisian Airspace en route to Mer des Noms International; Armed Republic of Mer des Ennuis
Agent Michaels knocked on the cockpit door once the turn to the Nightmares' requested vector had been completed, overhearing the captain echo the machine-like transmission's request. After being admitted by the First Officer turning the lock on the armored door, he entered as the radio sets were busily being employed.

"Roger that. Maintaining vector for Runway 129, copy. We hear and comply. Wagdian State Department Flight N00701A over and out." Captain Greg Vastersson maintained his cool, although he noticed First Officer Claire Upshalt was visibly shaken by the fighters' eerily... no, just eerie voices. I seriously hope that was a voice distorter... The other possibilities were too wild even for his tastes in science-fiction, and so he promptly pushed them from his mind as he ran the crew through initial approach.

"The Scouts report ready for when we land, and I've learned from burst transmission off of the OBSAT network that we have a vector in. No word yet on possible Animarnian backup, but for now this will have to do." Michaels was ready, though anxious about the slim means of ingress all the same. He'd heard some about the Ennuisian mania for security by reputation, and that alone was enough to scare him shitless when his training wasn't cocked-in to compensate. Well, you're about to find out by experience in a few minutes' time. Hence, he returned to the cabin at the rear and decided to sit down; to settle himself, for the inevitable shocks he expected to come once 'feet dry' in hostile territory as he soon would be.

Mer des Noms International Airport, Mer des Ennuis
Flanked by a Vetakan medical crew, the disguised Scouts handpicked for this mission, Michaels and his team made to greet the waiting party after landing. And surely-enough, the Ennuisians had outdone themselves; assembling a fair field army it seemed to contain a mere diplomatic flight. You know... Michaels knew this was a redundant thought, but anything to break the dreadful pall all this Orwellian crap was casting on his mood. I'm starting to get the impression they don't like us much here.

Hopefully, the Animarnian Intelligence Agency would be informed of their ingress and prepare backup avenues of insertion for the mission's ultimate objective to come; once the survivors were airlifted and some means of getting the agents to a working safe-house was definitively found. Very hopefully, the Vetakan Embassy survivors might be found in decent shape and, just maybe, something nasty could at last be averted here. Even with Murphy's Law taken into account, there was too much that could go wrong here, and the consequences for it doing so were potentially too high to stomach much contemplation.

Hence, the combined Vetakan-Wagdian retrieval party went ahead with meeting the local authorities and getting their first job done. Honestly, given the momentum of its own the situation seemed to have acquired, not much else to do.

Air and Army Bases Across Vetaka under joint VDF-USSW usage...
Just because the projected deployments were complete for now, including fully six Independent Patrol Wings of one-hundred Tu-142M4 Bear-F maritime bombers to supplement the VDF's own impressive maritime-patrol force, didn't mean the transport flights to Vetaka were stopping. Oh no, for now that the initial stocks of equipment were months in place, the time to get reserve stocks and substitutes in place was at hand.

Though full reequipment would take some time, the Kriegzimmer ordnance purchased for potential war against the Doomani way back would doubtless prove as useful in Vetaka instead now that the Generian deployment had been fully withdrawn. Twice the required ordnance had been bought and sent, in the theory before this Ennuisian situation had struck out of the blue that more forces could be sent on short-notice once the campaign against Doomingsland had been near to the go-order. Hence, no sense in allowing ten full field armies to get by with comparatively second-string gear now that more was freed up, was there?

It would be a delay, that was sure; and indeed there was a risk to be associated with it as a result. But the potential benefits: near to full logistical compatibility with the VDF which had converted wholly to Kriegzimmer wares at around the same time Wagdog's purchase had been made, greater potential to match what Ennuisian firepower was known to State Security intel, plus the ability to issue out Wagdog's current Czechalrussian gear to the VDF when- and as-needed should combat render stocks problematic, was deemed a sufficient incentive to risk the delay. Hence, the orders had been issued and the resupply begun immediately thereafter; flights for the equipment arriving from Prestonia, mostly, just as fast as they could.

In any case, the initial battle would be by air, which units would remain unaffected; so immediate problems would ideally be fewer. So as the units involved began equipping and tweaking the Nakil tanks, Prestonian-made E-19 assault weapons, Kampferian S-25 submachine guns and more besides that arrived daily by UFAN-friendly air and maritime shipping, the atmosphere remained one of tense readiness for the storm about to break upon them. Indeed, for now there wasn't much else to do anyway; most else had been done earlier, and further deployments might render Wagdog too much of a target unless it was deemed of absolute priority to Vetaka's defenses, active units starting to become fewer as they were thanks to multiple concurrent deployments. Hence, for now the units continued as they had for months: preparing, training, arming, and above all psyching; for what would be the ultimate test of their lives, for their lives...

Animarnia

16-09-2007, 10:13

OOC: hey guys; sorry for taking so damn long; my computer died on me; only just got it sort of fixed' post coming later today

Animarnia

18-09-2007, 00:47

New Helgan, Vetaka
Animarnian Transports had been coming in steadily for several months now; from the smaller C-130's to the positively gigantic C-1 Thunderbirds bringing in yet more ammunition and supplies; only 200,000 Army Regular and 64,000 Marines were now deployed in new Halgen. Five man combat patrols walked the streets, armoured tanks; Nakill GRU and Iron Kong's guarded the high ways and motorways in columns of three with two Warrior IFV either end of a convoy.

Patriots were parked on street corners; The Patriot was Animarnia's first foray into tank design some years earlier; and though it failed as a main battle tank mostly due to the sudden surge in Nakil grade tanks. The Patriot however was an apt street fighter sitting comfortably between an IFV and MBT it would play a critical role here if the city were to be breached.

Automated gun turrets sat lifeless waiting to come to life and mow down some hopeless enemy troops dotted around on rooftops, in windows; at street level on corners. Almost every street had at least two automated turrets holding a 9mm Chain gun and 40mm Grenade box with enough ammunition to last a sustained battle. Even if the Enusians killed every Animarnian and Vetakan in the city the automated defences would still be a slaughter for the enemy with seeker drones hiding in knocks and crannies and in vents and storage drains.

Surface to air missile sites both fixed and mobile, ATGM positions and Anti Tank positions littered the streets with Machinegun nests, sniper nests and defensive positions; every approach to the city had been heavily mined; this included land and seaways. 155-175mm Gun artillery fixed and mobile as well as MRLS systems both intermixed inside and around the city for defence with large concentrations at the beachhead to shower incoming transports and men. The beach was positively bristling with Machinegun and sniper nests, ATGM turrets and Anti Tank guns as well as automated mortars and gun turrets camouflaged and the beach itself was heavily mined and covered with tank traps and hedgehogs. Every street had mines and barricades assembled to marshal the enemy troops into heavy kills zones as best as possible but all areas were covered equally anyway. All this paled however when compared to the three-line defensive trench system built around the city. The interconnecting trenches bristling with machine guns, ATGM nests, Gun Artillery, MRLS, Anti-Tank Guns Positions; Pill Boxes, Sniper nests, Flame Thrower nests and SAM Positions that would make any assault very costly for the enemy.

Constant Air patrols flew over the city with fighters and Close air support Aircraft ready to deploy at a moment's notice; flights of twelve F-4 Super Phoenix fighter that had been flown in from the main land. The F-4 somewhat out dated compared to the leaps in stealth technology of the last year still more agile and stealthy than an F-22; though the F-22B King Raptors also patrolled the skies donated from the national Air Guard.

From the Sea the Fleet was at constant yellow alert; with UAV's and Valkyries on constant look out for any enemy activity approaching. The assumed battle fleet both Vetakan and Animarnian could be seen floating on the horizon; the massive hulks of battleships and carriers; to the nimble cutters and patrol boats looking for submarines.

In short, The city of New Halgen had become and extension of the fortress state. The Vetakans for their part had been extremely welcoming of the Animarnian soldiers; offering food and drink and accommodations to those they could though the swell in population by some 264,000 had put a slight strain on the city as to be expected. But the Vetakan civilians had even helped out with the carrying and movement of supplies from the airports, Hastily constructed military bases and naval ports to the main lines.

In short New Helgan was as ready as it was ever going to be to repel the Enusian war machine and if they died here they would take satisfaction in taking as many Enusians with them as possible even after there death. The Animarnians were confident they could hold New Helgan; even if it would be costly to both sides; over the years the Animarnians had gained a deep respect for Vetaka; its people; its culture and its potential.

Central Dogma
Fisher nodded; "This way gentleman" he said with a nod; "Rene is…well to be blunt medically unfit at this current time but I'm sure any news of Scarlet may help…" Fisher was deliberately vague as he led them through a maze of corridors. With each doorway having a pay of armed guards with assault rifles in black combat gear eventually leading them to the medical bay where Rene had been taken she was now sat upright seemingly normal except for the distant look in her eyes like a dear caught in headlights.

"Rene; these two gentleman are here to see you; they have news about Scarlet" fished began; dismissing everyone in the room including the doctors and closing the door; so they were now alone with the two Vetakans.

Vetaka

19-09-2007, 11:00

Rogers Mountains, White Phoneix Lands, Vetaka:

The White Phoenix had inhabited the lands of Vetaka for thousands if not millions of years they had evolved from Apes and had been in exsistence since the dawn of Human Kind. They still operated customs, traditions and skills founded since the dawn of time before the British Colonials had arrived the White Phoenix controlled the whole of Vetaka however when the British had arrived the Tribe was forced back and back eventually retreating into the natural fortress of the old Rogers Mountain Ranges within the original Vetakan Dominion within Haven.

When the great Exodus of Haven had occured the White Phoenix had decided to move with their Vetakan Counter-parts to the new lands within Lazarus however for years now their was growing feeling within the tribe of White Phoenix that it should the Tribe that ruled the people and lands rather than the Vetakan Government. Chiefdom Quicksilver himself had meditated on the subject for some years now after all the Vetakan People desendants of the British saw the White Phoenix more as Royalty or a Monarchy than a Tribe the Vetakan Defence Forces held a deep respect for the Tribal Army of the White Phoenix it was also no secret that Presidents Daniel Pearce and Scarlet Rogers had both been Tribal Leaders. It was also no secret that the Supreme Chiefs of Staff of the VDF where all been members of the Tribe. Some of the more paranoid Vetakans had already claimed that Chief Quicksilver was ruling Vetaka via Pearce and the other tribe members installed in high ranking Vetakan Political and Military Positions this inturn gave rise to the Consipiracy of Section 28 a supposed rogue and officially nonexistent Secret Black Ops intelligence unit within Vetakan Security and Intelligence Service. Section 28 formed to liberate Vetaka from the Coup d'état it had suffered, dedicated to fighting the Tribe and protecting Vetaka from its greatest and most destructive threat this being Vetaka's Allies.

Listerning to these Ennuisians Quicksilver stroked his beard their offer was indeed tempting his People could finally regain control of the lands they had once ruled with pride and joy. The Chief sighed before speaking:

"What would this Alliance involve my Armies and People doing?"

Mer des Ennuis

22-09-2007, 17:14

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=Mer de Noms International Airport=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Scott Michaels, in combat gear like the rest of the Ennuisians, leaned against a baggage carrier, his MI medal inconspicuous on his chest. One of the dozen SSA pricks took a drag from of a cigarette, and flicked it away.
”Bunch of fucking x-Files wanabees” he thought contemptuously, laughing at their choice of black suits and trench coats. They stood by the idling people movers that made up the convoy: a pair of MLD-III Testudo IFVs and six MP MMPWVs, obscuring what ever it was they were muttering. None the less, Scott had a job to do.
“Lieutenant Colonel Scott Michales, Military Intelligence, 21st Guard.” He announced to the apparent lead Wagdogian.
”Man, woman, man… oh shit.” he thought.
“Xeno sighted”cracked a call over the INGCOM as the MPs recognized that there was, in fact, an elf.
Scott raised his right hand, and the MPs eased their grips.
“I wasn’t aware that Elves came in red. Learn something new every day.” He turned his attention back to first Wagdogian he had seen. “There are no helicopters available; you will be transferred to the Capital building in IFVs. Due to the nature of this mobilization and current security concerns, there might be delays. I will be traveling in the lead IFV with you. As you can tell by the men-in-black, the SSA is acutely interested in your activities. You will meet with Admiral Ivan Andrei, and the prisoners from the embassy raid will be transferred into your care. You will then be transported back in ALS-equipped IFVs, and permitted to disembark. I’m sure you all have been pre-briefed; do not violate any Ennuisian law while you are here. Any questions? Good.”
He lead them over to the armored monstrosities, and sat. A few minutes later, the convoy rolled out of the Airport and through the heart of Mer de Noms.
The convoy passed a chain of twenty Palletized Load Systems and a number of foot patrols before hitting the first of twelve road blocks, though they did not need to stop. They crossed a massive bridge, overlooking a freight yard, and the hundreds upon hundreds of vehicles lining up to enter.
“This is one of the largest freight yards in the country” said Scott over the muted engine. “I’m told that a 250-car long train leaves this depot between every five and ten minutes.” Six more road blocks later and the convoy screeched to a halt.
“What is going on?” he asked through the headset.
“Higher priority road-chain” came the reply.
The ground shook slightly as fifteen ZSU-23-4-8 assault vehicles lumbered across the pavement, blocking the way for what looked like well over three hundred HEMTT-2’s dragging Nakil 1A2s and boxed equipment down the main road.
“Should have taken the fucking subway” muttered Scott. “Well, nothings perfect.” They were delayed by ten minutes, before hitting another two road blocks. Around one-hundred protestors had gathered at this particular block, as it bordered a park. A small line of civilian police had formed on either side of the causeway to prevent any from interfering with the hundreds of road trains that fed the rail and air systems. The posters bore slogans such as “Give Peace a Chance!” and “UFAN for Freedom!” and relatively few were packing. Gunfire erupted from a crowd across the street and from some of the buildings, and the crowd turned to chaos. The police started firing, and some went down.
“Ultra-right wing nationalists can’t stand a little red I’m guessing” said Scott as the convoy’s MMPWV’s gunners opened fire. One of the gunner’s shoulders exploded in red, and he slumped over as the convoy lumbered on.
“He’s bleeding, but its only a flesh wound” crackled the INGCOM.
The convoy slowed once more as it reached the gates of the Capitol, through a clearing In the mass of concrete dividers and sand bags acting as make-shift trenches. More anti-aircraft and anti-tank weapons covered the buildings.
“This is where you get out, follow me” he said. Sure to his word, a pair of pure-white IFVs marked with a giant red cross at the top were waiting. The soldiers glared at the Wagdogians, unseen through black facemasks, and the hatred could easily be felt. Down a few corridors they walked, to the medical bay.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=Capital Building, Medical Bay=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
“I find it disdainful” said Ivan, seated in a white leather chair in the waiting room of the hospital-sized medical bay of the Capital, “that, in this time of impending hell, that none of your leaders have bothered to show their faces in a time of impending hell in the one place that I dare not touch them : this nation. As such, I ask that you tell your governments this: I do not for a second believe that Scarlet Rogers was killed in a car bombing. If your governments want to avoid the losses of millions if not billions, they will give me her head, either in here in person, or in plaster form verified by one of my agents.”
Ivan paused, and swallowed hard, before removing a cigarette and a lighter from his dress whites. He slowly lit it, and took a long drag.
“I don’t relish what we Ennuisians have done, but it was not my decision, Wincenty willed it. If I were to tell you the real reasons for this whole sad chain of events, you’d laugh at me. “ He took another long drag, his hands shaking slightly. “Three men know what the first domino that fell was, and I do not count myself as one of those three. Adam is not a member of this triumvirate, though he has a fanatical belief in the validity of those claims. One who knows has been dead for six years. The second is on a mountain prison, and is meeting with the third, who died a few months ago.”
Ivan took another long drag, and stubbed the cigarette down on the chair’s ash tray. He quietly pushed a button on his PDA. A guardsman pushed a casket out on a trolley. It was a simple pine box, and a picture was stapled to the top. The top of the head was missing and bloodied, and a pistol and bullet slug were sealed in a plastic bag.
“This was the ambassador of the Vetakan Embassy. He chose to take his own life, as I have said several days ago.” The guardsman continued out , followed by others with more caskets, all featuring death shots. Many would be closed caskets; close-range shotgun blasts to the face, sniper head shots, bludgeoning, and other forms of death from the raid. A man came out.
“I am Doctor Robert Cropes. I have been charged with keeping the four survivors alive. They have all sustained gunshot wounds, but have been stabilized. I…”
An orderly wheeled out a gunnery and an IV, his face obscured and hooked to a morphine drip.
“That will be all, Doctor” commanded Andrei. Dr. Cropes left. Andrei grew colder.
“We have determined that this particular patient managed to kill one of the military police that assaulted the embassy and lived. We confirmed that one of the dead killed another, and that the other wounded did not resist. Adam Wincenty has decided to send a message with this one.”
He removed the hood. The patient was horribly mutilated, and his sunken eyes and bloodied nose stared into space through a drug-induced haze, dead to the world. His jaw had been completely removed.
“Take him away and get out. You know what you have to do for your governments.”
-=-=-=-=-=-=-=Capital Building, Vehicle Bay=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Captain Cropes was waiting for the mortified delegation at the main entrance.
“I had nothing to do with this but ensure that they lived for transfer to you, and I will be following you until the airport. I’ve done some research, there are some good titanium replacements on the market, and he can live something of a normal life. There is also something you should let your governments know, and I could be shot for telling you this. I had been charged with caring for Adam Wincenty since he was dragged into the emergency room. He moves like a man possessed; he is making sickeningly fast progress, and has refused painkillers as weakness. How he isn’t in shock I will never know, but there is a definite rage burning in his eyes.”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-= VDF High Command, New Theeb, Vetaka=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
“Mr. Pearce, honored as always I have to imagine that the only purpose of me becoming a ‘military liaison,’ what it actually means I have no idea, is to prevent an all out nuclear exchange between our two nations. Billions have died in the past because no communications infrastructure existed between the two. As for your casualty figure…. Ha! That isn’t even an Army Group! If you think that one-million dead will sway public or governmental opinion, you are sadly mistaken. As for your request, I want some concrete proposals before I even attempt to act like a real diplomat and convince my colleagues in the FFA to take this seriously.”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Rogers Mountains, White Phoneix Lands, Vetaka=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
“Simple. Daniel Pearce is a former tribesman. We want him removed and the rest of the Vetakan government who can rally the populance taken out; killed, kidnapped, whatever. We will also need plans for the Helmsdeep Fortification, the Preece Fortification, and the Harlech Fortification. Otherwise, we need you to conduct any other unconventional attacks to stall and demoralize the Vetakan Military. The Ennuisian Army will grind Princess City into a fine powder if required, but we would much rather do a tank blitz directly into the heart of New Theeb. Once the war is done, we will place the White Phoneix at their proper place at the head of the Vetakan government.”

Vetaka

25-09-2007, 11:38

Central Dogma:

Ambassador Jones gazed at Rene for a few seconds before he moved forward slightly he gasped for breath she looked so dazed after a few seconds he sighed and began speaking loudly so Fisher could hear:

"Madame President, Director Fisher, What I am about to tell you is Classified above Top Secret. Classified Code Alpha 1 & Code Black. It will forever be Classified Information under Article 7 Sub Section 12 of the Vetakan Official Secrets Act less than 30 People are aware of this information. Madame President, Director, Scarlet Rogers is not dead. She is very much alive. However the name of Scarlet Rogers and her child is dead. They died in a SSA Car Bomb attack within New Theeb. All Assets of Miss Rogers are now the property of her sister. The women who was Scarlet Rogers now officially does not exist. She will forever be on the run, Forever in hiding. VSIS Intelligence faked the death to save her and this country. I do not know her current location however I understand she has already left Vetaka. Where she is going I do not know and I suspect less than 20 people are aware of her location. You along with the Wagdogians are the only foreign political personnel authorised to be informed of this knowledge".

Ambassador Jones fell silent however before anybody could speak Bill began:

"Director Fisher I shall make no pretences I was a VSIS Agent for many years. I am the Ambassadors Attache of Security & Defence Affairs. It was me that informed the Ambassador of this information. I am sure you are aware that if released this information has the potential to destroy a lot of nations if not the world. I must ask using the strongest possible terms that this information be forever Classified under the highest provision of the Animarnian Constitution I also ask that only those whom truly must know about this do know."

Bill fell silent he had said his piece and ringed off the usual Intelligence Underworld garbage he knew he didn't have to say it however one must always be sure.

VDF High Command, New Theeb, Vetaka:

Finishing what was his breakfast Pearce replaced his own and his guests now empty plates and glasses onto the trolley he then sat down again. He laughed aloud before carrying on:

"The VSIS Intelligence file upon you fails to do you justice Mr Turing".

Pearce fumbled around in his desk before he withdrew a file marked "Top Secret" and "Vetakan Security and Intelligence Service Diplomatic Security Unit". The seal of VSIS stamped across it, flicking it open he found a page and began to read aloud:

"Turing was a remarkable man with a good sense of honour and decency, Oozing with intelligence and always the calm within a crisis"

Shutting the report and replacing it in his desk Pearce again continued taking upon a more stern tone he began:

"I wouldn't call you remarkable, honourable or intelligent. More Arrogant, Ignorant and thicker than Secretary Cox's wage packet. To be truthful I don't want your "liaison" because I don't know their is something than just enrages me about you. You swan around thinking all should bow before you well tough luck I bow before real men you are just a pencil pushing idiot with no morals and no sense of honour. My Casualty figure was just an example. Truthfully Vetaka will fight to the last man all 1.7 Billion of us will die before you have won. I see history has come full circle has it not? Kraven invaded you and you now invade Vetaka. The outcome will be the same we will push you back and we will shall never forget it. Now before you come back with some sort of unintelligent sarcastic remark know this your life is in your hands if you co-operate you will live if not whats the point in keeping you alive its just a waste of a guard whom rather guarding your pathetic bureaucratic ass could be manning the defences. Now one last time will you make the call?"

Rogers Mountains, White Phoenix Lands, Vetaka:

"It is not Daniel Pearce, the Vetakan Government, Princess City or New Theeb that you need to be concerned about. It is not mainstream VSIS that is the true enemy. My friends their are forces at work in this nation that you have no knowledge of. Their are forces at work that the SSA has not even considered. You are in the middle of a war, a secret war that has been going on since I was a young tribesman. A war between good and true evil. The Vetakan Populace has no knowledge of the secret civil war that has consumed the Vetakan nation since the dawn of its existence. Have you ever heard of "Section 28" it is often referred to as urban legend within the Dominion? They are the true enemy within Vetaka they are based within Harcombe City that should be your target."

Quicksilver fell silent he fumbled around and eventually rose his Robes up so that the Ennuisians could see his chest their across the old mans chest was a massive Diagonal scar from a sword or knife, directly below it was a mark the size of a fist that had been burnt into the skin it was the number 28:

"A Scar of this Secret War I and 1,000 us have the same Scar a show of who is in charge as they put it" whispered Quicksilver his voice somewhat fearful as horrible past visions played out before him.

Wagdog

01-10-2007, 18:07

Mer des Noms International Airport
Ailar Rodon nós Rothël, senior aide to Agent Dwayne Michaels assigned from the Wagdian Embassy in Vetaka for this mission, was quite offended by the implication the Lt.Col Michaels had made. And like any Elf, he made this known in eloquent and steely phrase. “You speak too swiftly, and like yours are inclined without adequate forethought as well. We do not ‘come in Red’ as you say, excepting those of us who are but children in mind despite their age matching one of what you Men deem ‘adults’. I speak for the Greenwood Coalition of small parties, each strong in Tradition as we all see it in particular relation to our respective cultures, and the Department of State that chooses to employ me even being yet of that affiliation. I serve through compact and profession, no more.” With that, he simply continued to gaze Michaels down until the lead Wagdian agent, also a Michaels, took control of the situation.

“Rodon, please; now is hardly the time for such things.” Rodon thus calmed, for the moment, the team accepted the IFV transport and followed on the course offered. The delegation, Vetakans and Wagdians both, remained silent at the signs of the Ennuisian mobilization; their unease was plain enough, and no amount of bravado would make the enemy think it wasn’t weakness even if the only real surprise here was the sheer scale of the effort. Clearly, both the degree of Ennuisian paranoia about the Vetakans for whatever reason, and their determination to exorcise that apparent fear, were on display for all to gaze upon in the streets of Mer des Noms; a disturbing sight. It reminded Agent Michaels just how much some people still hated his chosen homeland, and all who associated themselves with it, for the most primal of reasons it seemed. We always try reasoning with them, and yet they seem impervious to it. Will they ever listen? His thoughts momentarily seemed to have had some effect, judging by the next sight beheld.

The pro-UFAN protesters had been a welcome surprise, as was the apparent legality of their actions even in the current Ennuisian state, but the scene that developed was no more a surprise than the mobilization. And considering the apparent numbers involved, the hope died quickly indeed. “Not surprising for the type,” Agent Michaels said to Lt.Col Michaels. “Generally, we’ve gotten used to that; it’s when people take it out on the Federation as a whole, of whose members only us and now Honako are explicitly Socialist, that we tend to get bothered. Vetaka is about the farthest thing from a communist nation you will ever find; but since we’ve chosen to help them ever since the Undead Falcons killed an Ambassador then raped his wife and kidnapped their daughter, they’ve chosen to help us first in Zanski and then elsewhere to pay the debt, which in time has grown into something great in the form of UFAN.” Though inclined to regain some psychological ground here, he figured it should wait until later; when they were already parting so that it could sink in.

Capital Building Medical Bay; Mer des Noms, Mer des Ennuis
Irritated by Andrei’s implication, Agent Michaels decided to have out with it. “And we find it equally disdainful to be labeled ‘human stains’ because of our chosen political doctrines; or for that matter, for our chief ally’s ethics to be called into question for being such. As for the head of Scarlet Rogers, frankly, that is the Vetakans’ to give you. We will ask the disclosure of them; scarce point seeing as you have already, but whatever. We’re here for the survivors, so let’s get them.” He’d said part of his piece here.

After listening to the Arch-Arsonist’s spiel about “…not relishing what we’ve done…” and “three men know what the first domino that fell was…” Agent Michaels was starting to get thoroughly uncomfortable. If you were so uncomfortable with what you’ve done, then why do it at all? Surely they teach you basic ethics in your land, yes? Plus, he thought, So you admit now that there’s an ulterior motive; one that makes the Vetakans, and Scarlet Rogers specifically, the real threat? If you’re so interested in peace then why not just tell us instead of making these assassination attempts followed by cryptic demands! This is the Twenty-First Century for crying out loud, not the Eleventh! Whatever the reason turned out to be, in the end, it could only get in the way here and was better asked by those in the know.

After Dr. Cropes came in, Agent Michaels shook his hand and returned the introduction. “Hello, I'm Agent Dwayne Michaels, Wagdian State Department. A pleasure to make your acquaintance Captain, I can see we…” The pleasantries were abruptly cut short when the sight of the last survivor, drugged senseless so as to spare him the horror of his injuries' inherent pain, was wheeled in and unmasked. This was Andrei’s ‘message’ to the Vetakans, and thus to their allies as well; and it had been received only too clearly. The shrunken eyes, the blood-encrusted nose, and the jawless gape were all the message the Wagdian/Vetakan joint delegation had needed. As the Scouts tended to the patients, Michaels fixed Andrei with his most level stare after his little demand was delivered; with only this to say...

“Acting Arch-Arsonist, we have a message for Wincenty too. We will ask the Vetakans for what you demand, as is only fair; but no more. Absolutely… no… more. And if you believe that cheap tricks of this sort, this… wanton sadism," Agent Michaels sharply pointed at the jawless survivor, even as the Scout medics tended to him; his rage made plain in the geture, "...shall deter us from defending the Vetakans against what we’re still not entirely convinced hasn’t been your effort to destabilize them all along; well, then you have entirely missed the point of our alliance it seems. Typical, if the sort of stereotypes and propaganda that Lt.Col Michaels exposed us to are indeed all you have to go on in that matter.

"We were actually suspicious when first we learned, some years past a decade ago, about Vetaka as it then existed under the VDF dictatorship of President Daniel Pearce; until he proved himself true to his word, democratizing his land and undertaking many great efforts both with us and others to advance human rights for all across the world. Which efforts, after trials which nearly forced us both to war due to our conflicting alliances, culminated in us founding UFAN together to safeguard our trust; and taking what steps were necessary to do so, even as the Clandonians were pushing for war between our nations’ respective alliances over their bloodfeud with The World Soviet Party. Now that the Clandonians have failed to destroy Vetaka for the offense UFAN's foundation gave them, as Clandonians will of course in such things," Michaels knew the Ennuisian hatred of Clandonia Prime was perhaps unparalleled, even in Vetaka. "...the tree of our friendship planted in the soil of common efforts spanning Strator to Zanski has grown deep-rooted and tall. If you believe that we have “subverted” or “Finlandized” the Vetakans by some means, you are deeply mistaken; and many others in the Federation beside us will take up arms to correct you if you take hostile action under the impressions of this mistake.

"Mark our words, Acting Arch Arsonist: Scarlet Rogers is dead, as is her child with her. You have your pounds of flesh, and soon your skulls will join them as well; if there’s even one left intact from the bombed-out wreckage to send you. Good day, sir.” He then walked out with Rodon, the Vetakan medics and the casualties; by now thoroughly angered at the sort of people he was dealing with, modern-day barbarians it seemed to him.

Outside, after hearing Captain Cropes explain Wincenty’s behavior, Rodon couldn’t help but interject. “So he is a man possessed? To be expected of one whose life has nearly been taken.” He didn’t elaborate further, as all agreed in various platitudes shared that medical science allowed what Cropes claimed; and more covertly, in the Wagdian delegation’s own thoughts which they hoped the Captain shared but didn’t ask after, that it was an ethical breach of the grossest sort such science wasn’t brought to bear before. Making their way back under guard to the airport, the team would board the Il-76MD with the patients and head back home, their ‘secondary objective’ now being concealable only by abandoning it entirely for later; presumably, if it were at all possible now.

The signals would be sent securely by multiple diplomatic channels after arrival back in New Theeb, to the Animarnian Intelligence agency and VSIS, that initial infiltration had failed due to the prodigiously excessive security in the Ennuisian capital even compared to the estimates. For the record, the Ennuisian requests would be lodged, so that the delegation would indeed be men and women and elves of their word. But word would also be given of the key observations; of the mobilization state implied by 250-car trains departing massive rail yards every five-to-ten minutes, or the tank transporters and their SPAA escort vehicles blocking traffic for miles, and thus of the degree to which Mer des Ennuis was apparently willing to go to make certain that its mark on Scarlet Rogers and her child had been carried out. Above all, word would be given of the need to use other sources to infiltrate Mer des Ennuis for the planned operations to come. Information had been gathered, crucial information even; but still it wasn’t enough. If this was indeed to come to war, not nearly enough; and that had to be rectified… somehow, and immediately…

The PeoplesFreedom

06-10-2007, 04:59

Undisclosed Location, TPF
President David Crimson was walking briskly down the stairs towards a command center. He wasn't at the presidential mansion. In fact, presidents never really stayed there anymore, except for more formal functions. Instead, presidents tended to move safe houses weekly, and daily if there was a specific threat. He finally arrived at the door, the Marines snapping off crisp salutes. Crimson returned them with a half-salute, and then entered. After sitting down in his leather chair and giving the various arrayed military men the permission to speak, he prepared to listen. In front of him, an array of Plasma and LCD screens projected a number of military officials who were there to brief him, yet were at different installations. Lord Militant-General Molkte, the most powerful man in all of TPF, was center screen. His gray eyes spoke volumes about what he had done for the country, and his numerous facial wrinkles attributed to the sixty plus years he had been serving. He nodded at the president, and then began.
" Mr. President, I have been in contact with Wagodgian High Command, our official liaisons at UFAN. They have, as you know, asked us for our assistance in defending Vetka, and you have agreed to oblige them." A number of holographic displays popped up near Crimson, and he saw various deployment orders rolling across it. " We have mobilized a full one hundred infantry divisions, and a full six Panzer divisions, newly refitted with Bear main battle tanks. Also, we have them boarding transport ships even as we speak. Admiral Whitecomb has assembled the Sixth Fleet, whom, along with the 9th U-boat Flotilla, will accompany the transports and provide naval support to our allies. In the meantime, the 2nd Air Force, 22nd Strategic Bombing Wing, and the 13th Stealth Wing, have also been deployed and currently en-route to friendly air bases. The war will be a tough one. The enemy outnumbers us greatly, even by conservative estimates, even with our allies support. With the threat of Blackhelm mounting, I am afraid that no more troops can be spared, or ships." Molkte sat back, waiting for Crimson's reaction. " Excellent work, Lord Militant-General, I see our military is in good hands. I approve these deployments, but I expect daily, even hourly, updates once it goes underway."
" Yes Mr. President, thank you."
" Thank you, gentlemen." Crimson bowed and left the room.

Somewhere in the Ocean
Sir Militant-General Guderian surveyed the ocean. It was a magnificent sight, one he never grew tired of after a childhood of land. It wasn't until he was twenty did he first see the ocean, and because of this he never took it for granted, not unlike the squids who worked on it. He was aboard the Command Carrier Stalingrad, the flagship for this mission. It wasn't a Freedom Class Command Battleship, like what usually lead these missions. This was probably because Admiral Whitecomb hated these super-dreadnoughts and other such vessels, as his combat record attested to it. He himself was busy overlooking the NAV station, where a fresh-face ensign, one his first tour of duty, was busy working. Along with his staff officers, Guderian had had some time to work out a plan, but the lack of intelligence was frustrating. For example, the enemy could be in between 12 to 40 million, and the difference between those numbers was significant. Even with the smaller number of 12 million, Guderian knew his work was cut out for him. However, he was confident that his new strategy would be able to take the edge off those numbers. As long as his allies stayed true, and the air force came through, he would be able to win. And, if worst came to worst, reserves could come via ships or airlift. Although how many and at what time depended on Blackhelm, damn them to hell. He sighed, and then departed the bridge to get some medicinal brandy.

Central Prestonia

06-10-2007, 05:57

Temporary Presidential Residence
Prestongrad
1200 Hours

President Gannon paced around the living room of his house in Prestongrad, anxiously wringing his hands. It was a nervous habit he picked up long ago, and indeed he had good reason to be nervous. The Presidential Mansion in Hudson was being converted to a Museum of the Revolution, being as it was in an ideal location, the Avenue of Heroes. The replacement, located in a less populated area of Hudson, wouldn't be ready for another six months. So for now, the Gannon Family mansion in Prestongrad would serve as the Presidential Mansion. This did not please Gannon in the least. While quite large, the building lacked the features and security he had grown accustomed to. In particular, he missed his War Room, the underground bunker network where important military decisions were made. Deciding that he should take his mind off the renovation, he flipped on the PBG Midday News. As the top headline, they covered the growing situation between Vetaka and Mer des Ennius. Gannon watched with interest as clips of military units in Vetaka rolled in. No doubt, this would be war, and Prestonia had a key role in the events. Unknown to anybody other than himself and select members of the cabinet and military, some $20 Trillion worth of Vetakan gold and cultural treasures had been transferred to Prestonian safekeeping. If Vetaka fell, these priceless pieces would be kept locked away until their owner rose like the phoenix of their legend. However, being as the citizens of Prestonia and the rest of UFAN were ignorant of this fact, they lobbied incessantly for Prestonia to defend her allies. Gannon had no doubt heard this, and upon hearing the news that the Ennusians were for all intents and purposes beyond negotiation, he resolved to do something in the aid of his friends in Lazarus. The Prestonian Defense Force would aid Vetaka come hell or high water. Reaching for his cell phone, he dialed his limo. "Meet me out front in five minutes, I want to be at the DoD in an hour," he said into the reciever. Before he had reached the front door, a Rolls-Royce with Prestonian Flags on the hood was waiting outside. Pulling out of the driveway, the driver accelerated to 120mph on the A7, the freeway leading into Hudson. Barring traffic, they would be there in an hour.
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Department of Defense
Hudson
1300 Hours

Gannon stepped out of the car at the front door and strode briskly inside. Contrary to what one might expect, he received no salutes from the many uniformed soldiers in the building. This was due to the area being designated a "no-salute zone" due to the inconvenience of having to stop every few feet to acknowledge a superior. Walking to the elevator, Gannon selected floor 5B, a restricted level, and placed his hand on the scanner. After a few short seconds, he was approved. Riding the elevator down five floors underground, he emerged in a cavernous room similar to his War Room back in the old Presidential Mansion. The PDF High Command was waiting for him. Taking his seat, he looked over the intel briefing laid before him in a folder marked "TOP SECRET." After a few minutes, he closed the folder and spoke. "Well gentlemen, we have quite a situation here. The Wagdians have something planned for Earth Array 1, but no telling what. They've got this op under tight wraps, but supposedly if it works everything electric in the Enniusian Army is fucked. If not, we've got one hell of a fight ahead of us. These figures put the entire UFAN Coalition just slightly ahead of Mer des Ennius and their allies. If we fuck up on the Earth Array op, Vetaka will be a bloodbath." High Command remained silent for several minutes before Gen. Micheal Connors, chief of the Army, had the courage to speak up. "And what do you suppose we do about it sir? In case you haven't noticed, Vetaka already has a large force in-country. What difference can we make?" "All the difference in the world Connors," growled the Chairman of High Command, Field Marshal David G. Oliver. "That's your biggest problem, you never have been able to see the difference one soldier can make." "Now now, let's stay calm here," Gannon interjected. "Senate just gave us the green-light for a deployment last week. I'm going to speak with the Vetakans and see what they can use. I want your maximum deployable numbers by week's end, understood? Good. DEFCON is raised to 2, that is all. Dismissed."
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Undisclosed Location
Washington Mountians
1500 Hours
Chief Rising Sun sat in his living room reading the latest letters from the President. The men had rarely spoken to each other, but lately they had a mutual agreement going. Each had something to gain from each other: Gannon needed emissaries to Vetaka's White Phoenix Tribe and Rising Sun needed a way to redeem his peoples' honor. After taking a long drag from his ceremonial pipe, he summoned the Tribal Messenger. This would be a most unique assignment for him, who was used to being a go-between between the Tribe and Government. A mission which could possibly get him killed.

To: VDF High Command, President Pearce
From: President Justin M. Gannon

Good evening my Vetakan friends. We have long watched with keen interest the simmering tensions between your nation and the Enniusians, hoping for a peaceful resolution in spite of it all. Sadly, that now seems impossible. We have guarded your treasures well, and I must say the five White Phoenixes are quite a hit at the Hudson Zoo, but alas my people are not aware of our full role in the protection of our dear ally's assets. They seek an active role. We have sworn a Vetakan Oath of Loyalty, and my people wish for me to uphold it. Therefore, we have a request. We would like to commit troops to your nation's defense, alongside our Federation allies. We can commit up to one million men from each branch of service, and our Rapid Reaction Force if need be. Please, tell us how many you need and we will be happy to oblige. Stand Undaunted, Ally.

To: Chief Quicksilver, White Phoenix Tribe
From: Chief Rising Sun, Black Phoenix Tribe

Greetings Brother. I have very important matters to discuss with you, which I feel can only be handled in person. My people wish to regain their honor, which was sullied in The Phoenix War many moons ago. We have no desire to see our brethren be wiped from their homeland by the Enniusian scum. As such, we wish to send a messenger, Burning Phoenix, to your homeland to discuss various important matters in person. Although our peoples' code encourages and requires you to kill him on sight in accordance with the Oath of Loyalty, I ask you to show mercy. I myself would meet with you but alas, age has not been kind to me and my place is here among my tribe. Please consider our request, that we may once again stand hand-in-hand with those from which we came. May the Gods smile upon you always.

Mer des Ennuis

12-10-2007, 18:25

-=-=-=-=-=-=-= Rogers Mountains, White Phoneix Lands, Vetaka=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Xu leaned against one of the massive trees that characterized the mountain range, his mind drifting back to the white, sandy beaches of northern Ennuisia while Mikhalio spoke.

“This Section 28 you speak of; we are unfamiliar with them, but if they are as bad as you say, we can use them to our advantage. For this plan to work, the White Phoneix must maintain a spotless image and remain largely above suspicion. Blame any attacks against the Vetakan government on this rogue group. You are much more valuable to us in the intelligence gathering form; give us targets, plans, whatever.”

Xu walked over, and pulled a PDA out of his back pocket.

“Sirs, I have the preliminary deployment plans for the invasion of the homeland here; Harcombe city is set to have the 5th Army Group deployed for reconstruction and rebuilding, as well as to secure that side of the river.”

Mikhalio smirked.

“Well chief, it appears that a terrorist organization will have a million men looking to exterminate them. My only question is: flambé, flay, fillet?”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-= VDF High Command, New Theeb, Vetaka=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Willard looked slightly annoyed.

“You’ll be happy to know, Mister Pearce, that the intelligence file on the members of your government fit you to a Tee. You exude a callous sense of self-righteous honor to the point of blinding stupidity. You might kill me, truth be told I’m tired of dealing with international scum like your secretary, but that will not stop the war machine that is just aching to rip this land apart. Now, if you want to act like a man, you’ll give me a list of concessions to demands that I’m sure my government already made and get me a fucking phone.”

Willard took a breath.

“God, I’ve dealt with more cooperative dictators than you. How were you elected to this position?”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=The Office of the Arch Arsonist, Mer de Noms, Mer des Ennuis=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“Wanton sadism” muttered Ivan to himself, “they haven’t seen anything yet. We should have used the hooks.”

It had been half an hour since the Wagdogian plane departed into the setting sun. There was a knock.

“Come in… sir?”

“Ivan, I trust you have been running my country well?”

“Yes I have, Adam. We’ve tracked the assassins back to Vetaka, and Scarlet Rogers is believed dead, but that has not been confirmed.”

“Yes, I’m aware.”

The crippled General walked in, supported by a shining steel cane. He wore a pair of loose fitting slacks and a “Go Army” t-shirt.

“My rehabilitation specialists believe that at my current rate of progress, I will be able to resume my duties in a matter of two months. I find this unacceptable, and we have revised a schedule to shorten that to a month.”

“Sir, aren’t you afra…”

“No,” Wincenty softly barked, cutting off the Admiral, “no, I’m afraid I’m not afraid. I will take command of the 1st Army Group myself, once I am able to get back in uniform, and will go overseas. You, Admiral Andrei, will continue your duties as acting Arch Arsonist.”

“Thank you, sir. I will not fail” Andrei said with a small yet telling smile.

“As I’m sure you are aware, there are 23 hours and fourty five minutes until that ultimatum of yours is over. When that second elapses, the world will shake. If you’ll excuse me, I have a speech to write.”

Adam shuffled out, leaving the stunned Andrei at his desk.

“Janet,” muttered Andrei into the speaker, “contact General Wojtek, inform him that I want a team in the air in twenty five minutes en route to Vetaka.”

“Yes, sir.”

Animarnia

15-10-2007, 21:27

Undisclosed Location
Deep within the bowls; more than a kilometre below the surface; a large collection of various data screens and agents; a woman with blue hair and an implant over her left eyebrow and what looked like data ports on her neck sat at a compute screen. She was a tech organic; a new generation of cybernetic man-machines; augmented for data access and hacking.

"Naima?" Black asked stood with his arms folded at the back of the room; "How goes the mission", he said simply.

"Sir, we have received a coded transmission that initial infiltration has failed" Naima reported. Black almost audibly growled; never trust the pinko's to do the job they're supposed to he thought to himself reading over the report on the Enusian 'excessive security'

"Activate the back up plan" Black commanded; indeed it was true of you wanted something done do it yourself.

Wolf and fox; Officers club; Mer De Ville D'Ennuis; Southern Mer des Ennuis

A Woman walked into the officers club; she was dressed in the typical female officers uniform; the golden eagles of "colonel" pins attached to her collar; she found her mark General Andrei Lukin and sat down next to him. Pushing her murky chin length blond hair down behind her ear. "Two scotches; no ice" she ordered from the bar man as he put two glasses down on the bar and poured she passed the one drink to the General next to her.

"I have a proposition for you" she said lowering the tone of her voice; "perhaps we should go over to the table where we can talk more privately yes?" the woman asked. She was Animarnian but had lived in Mer des Ennuis for a very long time and had grown quite attached to the place; if war came it could change everything. if this worked they would at least be able to limit the casualties on both sides; the Enusians were fanatically convicted if it came to war many would die or both sides; this way there was hope for both nations future...

Central Dogma
"I Understand the secrecy" Fisher replied briefly and nodded along while the ambassador talked with shock; he had thought something was off but never something like this. "This will of course be classified under the under the highest possible terms; there will be no official written record of this information or this meeting; this will be forever classified under Code Black" Fisher nodded.

Rene blinked; "she's not dead?" she asked abruptly; the first thing Rene had said in quite some time; as Rene started to regain her own composure and control over her senses. Dead or not; Rene would have to put on a good show and a good show she would; Scarlet Rogers was now dead to Animarnia at least in all official capacity

Kampfers

16-10-2007, 04:07

Kampfers Stadt, Kampfers
In the office of the Fuhrer

As Richtoff's fingers pressed against the keyboard, he wiped his brow on his shoulder. His office was unusually hot for this time of year, or was that just his emotions from the pressure of the situation. It was one unlike that which he had ever been a part of. It was for that reason he was requesting a meeting with the Arch Arsonist, or whatever the Ennusians called their leader.

Highly Encrypted Transmission:
TO: Arch-Arsonist Adam Wincestry or acting Arch-Arsonist
FROM: Eric Richtoff, Fuhrer of Kampfers

Dear lord how time flies. As the deadline given by your nation rapidly aproaches, I fear that war between our nations may be immenent. Although nothing that Kampfers can do can deter this, and Kampfers will not abandon her allies, I would like to request a summit meeting between our two nations. Naturally my security detail would accompany me, but I would trust that you Ennusians would not stoop that low.

As Richtoff pressed the send button, he sighed. This could go well, or it could all go horribly wrong.

OOC: I'll get some more details up in here, but i needed to get this up before someone else could end the deadline >.>

Mer des Ennuis

16-10-2007, 06:42

-=-=-=-=-=-=-= The Office of the Arch Arsonist, Mer de Noms, Mer des Ennuis=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“Sir, the jet has departed, and we have a confirmed flight plan, scheduled to arrive in three hours.”

Ivan flipped through a small dossier.

“Lets see… there are two representatives from DCA (Disease Control Administration), a Captain Ramirez and Captain Wong from the medical corps, and it appears that the ranking officer is Colonel Oskar Ąžuolas, 8th Rangers Intelligence, yours and… if I’m not mistaken, your old outfit. ”

“Correct Ivan… correct. Keep me posted on this, we won’t stop the operations unless they can confirm that the daemon is dead.”

“Will do, Sir. We also just received a teletype from the Kampferians of all people.”

“Oh?” Adam sat forward, his hands folded over the top of a silver eagle-capped cane.

“The Fuhrer… uh… Eric Richtoff wants to hold a summit meeting.”

“What?” Adam looked shocked… even incredulous at the thought of a nation of UFAN acting like, well, like a real nation; more so than the Wagdogians.

“He says that war cannot be averted, but, none the less, wants to come.”

Adam sat back, and smiled. “Then I shall be happy to oblige him. Prepare The White Dawn, wherever it is at the moment. We’ll meet there. I’ll send a message. Also have a seat added across from the cabinet and the Senate at tonight’s address. I trust the security arrangements are coming along?”

“Yes Sir. The 1st, 2nd, and 3rd corps will be present in their entirety, as will the 2nd Guard Corps. We are expecting an additional 750,000 civilians to be present, excluding the media.”

“So it will be. That will be all Ivan. Get some sleep.”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-= The Wolf and Fox, Mer de Ville D’Ennuis, Mer des Ennuis=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Major General Andrei Lukin sat at the oaken bar, in his usual seat, ignoring most of the world around him. Every day went the same. Paper work until 3. Six mile run with the platoon leaders from one of the companies under his command, paper work until eight. Shower. Shot of Vodka at 9 in his office. Read The Republican over a light dinner, then retire to the same wooden stool while Horace poured him three fingers of DeWar’s. It had been that way every day since Maria died during the last rebellion. The SSA had grown tired of watching him after all that time since then. His unit had done their duty and defended their city. He even took a bullet when they stormed his fortifications. He drank away the pain every night.

A Colonel sat next to him, and passed him a drink. He only barely heard a mention of a proposition, and his eyes didn’t leave the wood grain just below and to the right of his glass.

“Fraternization with a superior is frowned upon, Colonel.”

He took a long sip from the glass; it went down smooth and woody.

“But I have never turned down a request for advice or a chat from someone under my command.”

The man pushing fifty stood slowly, his steely eyes matching hers.

”Something’s off about this one.” he thought. She didn’t quite have the edge that nigh all Ennuisians in the service had acquired, and she spoke to him the way a Eurasian or a Questarian would address a Maitre’de, as if they didn’t speak the language. He walked, clicking the heels of his boots ever so slightly, to a corner seat.

“I thought I knew all the colonels in this section of the Guard, but I find that I am wrong. Who are you, and what can I do for you?”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-= -=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

To: The Office of the Fuhrer
From: The Office of the Arch Arsonist
Re: Summit
Encryption: Low

Come as soon as you are able. Time is of the essence. You will be transferred via tilt rotor from which ever Airport of your choosing to the EMN White Dawn Battle Yacht. We will accommodate any dietary preferences that you may have, and will provide room and board for up to and including 250 people. Naturally, we are expecting less than this. I understand you have a wife, and she is more than welcome to join us.

I have reserved a section for you among the upper echelons of our government at tonight’s event. I am afraid, however, that once hostilities commence, we will no longer be able to guarantee your safety from inadvertent UFAN attack, though we will do our best.

Come as soon as you are able.

-Adam Wincenty
General of the Home Guard
Arch Arsonist of Mer des Ennuis
“Fear Ensures Loyalty!”
“All Glory to the Hypnotoad!”

Vetaka

24-10-2007, 17:57

Central Dogma:

Bill was slightly shaken when his OBSAT PDA buzzed in his pocket he took it out and gazed down at it and began to fiddle with it. The Ambassador gazed at Rene before approaching her he took her hand and stroked it warmly smiling he suddenly realised just how beautiful the Animarnian President was his throat suddenly became choked and his hands sweated slightly he eventually swallowed and choked:

"No She is not Dead, However she is forever on the run my friend"

It was then that Bill stepped forward:

"Madam President, Ambassador, Direction Fisher please do not be alarmed......."

Before Bill could finish their was a small pop followed by a small wind that brushed papers off nearby desks and put wind through Renes Hair a blue mist developed directly in front of Rene's Bed a few seconds past before the mist began to form together eventually into a body this body began to develop features. Soft long blonde hair, followed by innocent blue eyes, a subtle yet attractive bosom for a split second this body was naked eventually soft white robes wrapped around it Scarlet Louise Rogers had appeared within the room seemingly out of no where in reality this was a very real very emotional teleportation that the White Phoenix had developed and homed after thousands of years of study of the spirits Scarlet smiled sweetly at Rene before her eyes became a wash with tears she bowed slightly to Rene before turning seemingly into nothing she disappeared into nothing for several seconds she disappeared completely however she soon returned this time not alone a small bundle of blankets was in her arms within the blankets was a baby young and innocent Scarlet moved around the bed and bent down over the bed without speaking Scarlet practically forced the baby into Rene's Arms she wept before moving to stroke Renes hair.

Jones was amazed this was impossible by all accounts yet she was here Scarlet Rogers and her baby where here thousands if not tens of thousands of miles from where they where supposedly in hiding. The Power of the White Phoenix Tribe truly knew no bounds.

Bank of Victoria, Harcombe City, Vetaka:

"The Tribe have been contacted by Ennuisians. They are mobilising against us, Against everything we stand for, WE must act" spoke a cold hooded figure.

"I have already signalled him. It will be done within a few hours" replied a female voice.

VDF High Command, New Theeb, Vetaka:

Pearce slammed his fist on the desk in pure anger his temple was pounding his anger and hate knew no bounds with this man he rose from his chair preparing to roar at Turing when he was suddenly not alone in his head a voice had appeared it whispered:

"We need to talk my son"

Pearce became silent he gazed around the room seemingly in search of the voice he spoke softly ignoring any remark Willard main:

"Secure our Guest"

The Guards without question surged forward tore Willard from the chair and forced his hands to his bank fixing them in place with flexi Riot Cuffs Willard was led away out of the room and through the complex building eventually reaching a Cell Wing Willard was searched and everything was taken he was thrown into the Cell the door locking behind him. Pearce in his office sat down on the floor he closed his eyes and became deep within meditation the darkness faded away shortly replaced by the mountains of Rogers the river trickling by Pearce stood and looked around as he turned on his heel his eyes met with an elderly man within Tribal Robes a Sword and Rifle lay upon the floor. Slowly they approached each other smiling the elderly man was the first to speak:

"The Ennuisians have contacted us, they have offered us an Alliance, they will give Vetaka back to us. after they have invaded"

Pearce sighed it was no secret that he had no trust for the Ennuisians:

"Can they be trusted?"

The Chief turned to look out from the cliff his hair and robes flowed in the wind:

“Yes I believe so but they will not even get here. The time for our rule has come, I will unite these people under my banner.”

Pearce sighed again:

“Then it will be done, May the Phoenix guide and light our way”

Pearce closed his eyes and when he opened he was back within his office snatching up his phone He dialled and waited while it rang his heart pounded this War was over before it had begin the line clicked as it was answered Pearce spoke slowly his words the codeword for a mission that was so secret nobody knew them except three men:

“May the Phoenix guide and light our way”

Their was no reply the phone just died.

Red Army Air Force One, Skies Above Wagdog

General Secretary Charles Lind had drifted into an uneasy, unnatural and unusual deep sleep within one of the many executive leather chairs within Red Army Air Force One he moved uncomfortably within his sleep dreaming of far off things and people. It was then that there was a small and extremely quiet pop followed by a very light wind that ruffled Charles slightly it blew papers across desks and wobbled a glass of water resting upon a nearby desk. A blue mist developed slightly a meter or so from the General Secretary he stirred as the mist developed into the body of a naked female her long brown hair and green eyes so innocent and bold falling across her naked body. A few seconds past before this naked body developed robe like clothes which fell across the women’s slender body. Slung across her back was a sword the General Secretary groaned slightly before waking he looked rather shocked to see this women standing over him most would yell out however Charles Lind just gazed on silently. What did he need to cry out after all this women was one of his best friends she was the deceased 2nd President of the Vetakan Dominion Roxanne Wright she smiled warmly at Charles approaching him she stroked his hands and hair she stepped back slightly before speaking her voice no more than a whisper across the silent room:

“Hello old friend its been a long time, I come with news and to protect you times are changing within Vetaka. The secret war that engulfed my nation is coming to an end. However I come to tell you not to panic Vetaka in this new era will not abandon you and your people. Vetaka will always protect you and be at your side. The Ennuisians have made contact with the tribe and we all mobilise to destroy the true enemy of us all. Charles your life is in danger even as I speak there is a man aboard this plane that moves to kill you. He is a Section 28 operative by the name of Jonathon McDonald born a Vetakan grew into a Wagdogian. Do what you must my friend to route out this mole. I shall always be watching over you my friend.”

Roxanne drew the sword and knelt to one knee she turned the sword around and offered it to Charles nervously he took the sword and she let it go rising to her feet she smiled again:

“Take this sword to guide and light your way beautifully forged, it is perfectly balanced, empowered by the tears and feather of a White phoenix it is blessed by the Warlocks and Chief of the Tribe it will guide you to your destiny it will forever protect you. Take it my friend and keep fighting”.

She bent down and kissed him upon the forehead turned on her heel and proceeded to walk away however she stopped and spoke without turning back to face him:

“Scarlet is alive and she sends her love”

Without waiting she carried on walking and suddenly disappeared into nothing any Security Cameras within the room would now flicker back into life all it would show was a very confused General Secretary Charles Lind with a beautiful hand crafted sword within his hands.

Vetakan Defence Force Naval Ship Rene Scondel, New Theeb Waters, Vetaka:

“Admiral Incoming Emergency OBSAT Message” shouted a Communications Officer from across the crowded Bridge.

“On Screen” roared Admiral Katie Contona

Emergency Messages could be accessed from the Command Rooms main viewing screen this was mainly because messages sent upon the Emergency Channel where usually of the most critical operational importance the Screen reverted and flickered it eventually displayed 8 words flashing across the Screen:

“May the Phoenix guide and light our way”

At the sight of them Supreme Admiral Katie Contona gulped her Operations Office and most of her Command Staff did the same she immediately shot her XO a look before she burst into life:

“Single Up All Lines. Set Course for Harcombe City Full Speed. Defensive Formation. Tactical Alert”

“Aye Aye Admiral” came a number of replies.

A few minutes past before the massive Nexus Class Carrier flagship of the VDF 1st Strategic Strike Group burst into life shortly followed by the rest of the fleet which proceeded to sail out of New Theeb Bay as fast as engines would allow. Whilst moving VDF FA-15 Naval Cardinals and FA-16 Naval Priests roared off Catapults and into the sky taking up Strategic Escort right around the fleet. Aboard the fleets Questarian built Helicopter Assault Ships marines proceeded to ready themselves for immediate deployment checking E-19 Assault Rifles and various other bits of kit. Helicopters underwent last minute checks as the Troops prepared to receive what their CO’s referred to as “Emergency Briefings” after all they had now suddenly left port and where sailing at full speed to Vetaka’s fourth largest city.

VDF Flight 0125, Above Vetakan Waters 4 Hours South of Harcombe City:

VDF Flight 0125 was a training flight consisting of 30 Aircraft it had taken off from Empire City within the north was due to run a massive combat patrol around the nation consisting of 10 B-22 Zeus Bombers, 20 FA-15 Cardinals, 3 E-4 Nightwatchers and 2 KC-135 Stratotankers the Flight was just returning from flying out across the Lazaure Sea when the lead E-4 received new orders and each plane received new operational targets and commands via OBSAT some what startled the Wing Commander nervously began barking orders across the radio waves:

“New Operational Commands Confirmed. Alter Course to Vector 020. Arm all Weaponry and Form Up into Attack Formation. Target Confirmed All Units and Call Signs to engage Bank of Victoria and all Subsequent Defences within immediate vicinity”

With this the flight changed course and slowly arced across the sky towards Harcombe City.

Messages:

The messenger from the Black Phoenix Tribe was almost shot on sight as he entered the Lands of the White Phoenix in the foothills of the Rogers Mountain Range the White Phoenix Scouts had tracked him for a few hours before they had appeared rifles trained swords drawn. Ordering the messenger to the ground his hands where bound with rope and his eyes covered with a blindfold as so the location of the Citadel was protected the poor young tribesman was thrown before Chief Quicksilver whom made his interrogation and read the message after much discussion in which the Black Phoenix Messenger was fed and treated like an esteemed guest more than enemy after 7 hours or so the Chief Quicksilver appeared and summoned a warrior handing the Black Phoenix Messenger a return letter he ordered his own warrior and the Black Phoenix back to the lands of the Black Phoenix with his own warrior acting as an honour guard.

To: Chief Rising Sun, Black Phoenix Tribe
From: Chief Quicksilver, White Phoenix Tribe

Perhaps it is time for our peoples to bury the hatchet come to my Kingdom so that Chief to Chief we can bring peace and honour to both of our peoples. I bow to no man.

To: President Justin M. Gannon
From: VDF High Command, Supreme Commanding Admiral in Chief Daniel Pearce

My Friend your nation has already done enough for the Vetakan Dominion however if you really wish to deploy such defensive force then I request your forces deploy to defend the Island of Rigley. It has one city known as Rigley City which is surrounded within its own Fortification. If you wish to come and stand then defend Rigley.

Wagdog

25-10-2007, 03:07

OOC: Largely done now I think, some edits may still be up but nothing major.

SIC
New Theeb International Airport, Vetaka
Before she'd left with Acting Vice President of Vetaka Perry Cox, the ambassador Lady Tóriel had left instructions on how to handle any failure of primary infiltration. "You've sent the notification to AIA?" Agent Dwayne Michaels didn't like the underestimate that had been made regarding Ennuisian security, but there was nothing for it now. Rather than get sulky, one had to get even instead...

"Indeed." Ailar Rodon nós Rothël, Dwayne's embassy intelligence attache responsible for organizing the mission under Lady Tóriel's guidance, nodded curtly at the whisper as they prepared to board the nondescript Wagdian consular flight. "We have some word of Animarnian efforts in this regard, and our embassy there has been in operation for a fair time; hence we can... 'piggyback'," he winced slightly at the term which struck him as beyond crude, "upon efforts of theirs more reliably." For shared sake of diplomacy and convenience, any Ennuisian-standard weapons that the Animarnians could procure would have to suffice; coming armed through Animarnian customs on short notice, even from an allied nation, was hardly a good idea after all knowing them.

"Righty-o." Michaels was tensed for this mission; he wouldn't fail, at least not short of death. His mentor Agent Drask's disappearance and presumed death under chaotic circumstances some time ago had taught him that, and the Ennuisians' cold disdain had motivated him as much as their professionalism had impressed him. I baited them like a pro, but they didn't bite; finally a challenge. His thoughts might've been a bit on the macho side for a supposedly covert agent, but nothing for that now. As they boarded and as the flight made its' way to Animarnia under an ordinary-enough civilian flight plan, the mixed Vetakan Scouts/Wagdian State Security team of before caught some much needed relaxation; the last they would probably have for some time to come...

Red Army Air Force One, Skies over Wagdog...
Though moving the relevant forces out to reinforce Vetaka before word of a full settlement came would be difficult, news of the settlement in Zanski had been welcome enough news to General Secretary Charles Lind. Perhaps not the best news on an absolute scale, but certainly not to be sneered at; and more comprehensible besides than the best.

Gazing at the exquisitely-crafted blade, apparently done with lacquered Red Mahogany furniture and a polished ivory hilt, inlaid with Elven script he'd need to consult to translate, and forged in a bizarre mix of Elven and Japanese and Roman styles using the Spatha or Tsurugi straight longsword style, Charles couldn't help but smile inside. The bastard or "hand-and-a-half" length of the hilt, though meant for single-handed use in fact, suited him well; that plus a heavy ball pommel meant good balance for such a long blade for its' style. Not the only one to come back from the dead when it sure helps out, eh Daniel my friend? Roxanne's gift will serve well, I guarantee it. Truth be told, he hadn't been as close to Roxanne Wright as his wife had; those two had almost been adoptive sisters before the former Vetakan President had met her end during the Clandonian War, and Christine had transferred the feelings involved unto Scarlet in full by now. More, he suspected in fact; but nothing for that all the same. No sense looking gift fortune in the mouth, lest it turn on you...

Signing off on the relevant orders, preparing the forces in Vetaka to come under Field Marshal Eileen Millenhaus' command the instant she came back from Zanski once the deal was done in full, Charles gazed out at the skies below. Skies soon to become a war zone, almost surely; but he had his ways of handling that. After the discreet burst message informing the Animarnians of the requested intel cooperation had been sent, simple enough and not really worth going over on his part, he rested the blade in the reddish-lacquered sheath Roxanne had also given to him and propped that on the neighboring seat. He might as well catch up on his sleep again, especially counting the interruption recently which he'd seen to it wouldn't leave the plane; her warnings of that assassin could be handled in due time since he hadn't shown himself yet, and no sense in tipping the enemy off beforehand in the meantime. Like the agents, Charles intended to be in optimum shape for the contest to come; it demanded no less, so he returned the printout to his pocket and dozed off again...

HEAVILY ENCODED BURST TRANSMISSION, COURTESY OF USSW EMBASSIES IN NEW THEEB, VETAKA AND LILICA CITY, ANIMARNIA

WE'RE PREPARING THE JOINT USSW/VSIS TEAM WHICH ATTEMPTED PRIMARY INFILTRATION IN MER DES NOMS TO ATTEMPT REENTRY BY ANIMARNIAN MEANS IF AVAILABLE, TEAM BEING EN ROUTE BY CONSULAR FLIGHT. STOP
APOLOGIES FOR UNDERESTIMATE OF SECURITY; TO COMPENSATE, FULL COMPLIANCE WITH AIA PRECAUTIONS AND PROTOCOLS HAS BEEN ORDERED OF THE TEAM FOR THIS MISSION. STOP
THIS IS MAXIMUM-PRIORITY, CHARACTERIZATION AND BALANCING OF EARTH ARRAY ONE THREAT TOO IMPORTANT TO FAIL; OUR KNOWLEDGE OF IT REMAINS LIMITED, BUT WHAT IS KNOWN (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=492937) IS SUFFICIENT CAUSE FOR EXTREME CONCERN AND PREVENTATIVE ACTION. STOP
WE'RE READY TO TAG ALONG, SO JUST GET US IN THERE. FULL STOP

Animarnia

02-11-2007, 11:50

Arakawa Airport, Rei City, Animarnia
As the Wagdog plane touched down at the somewhat lower key airport a motorcade of black vans and black sedans scrambled out to the tarmac and men in dark suits and some that looked more like soldiers in black BDU's and dark body armour and sky masks; obviously SAS. "Gentlemen; if you'll come this way" the man in dark glasses said simply; his voice gruff and low eyes hidden behind tinted glasses. He wore an uncharacteristic black suit with white gloves as he pushed his glasses up the bridge of his nose.

"No need to trouble yourselves with customs; everything has been arranged; if you'll board the van" the words were a request but the tone of voice more commanding; this was not a negotiation. And; if the Wagdogians needed any more clues to that the P-90's currently held at ease in the hands of a dozen SAS troopers would certainly add the frosting on the cake. The Wagdogians and VDF Special forces were led into the black vans; the drive was short somewhat to a private wear-house some distance away but still on the airport grounds. As the convoy came to a stop inside the large open space the doors were closed and the Wagdogian and Vetakan's released from the vans.

"Gentlemen; I must apologise for the…cold welcome; but it was best to get you out of the public eye as quickly and quietly as possible; media here can be…somewhat intrusive" Black said. "To business; who I am is unimportant; you may call me Mr Black for the time being if necessary though 'Boss' is preferred'." Black stated.

"On your left we have several crates of DR-83M Assault rifles plus enough ammunition to start a small war; the standard weapon of the Enusian military and your new best friend; love it, sleep with it; master it" Black said simply. "On your right; are a number of Enusian uniforms accurately recreated in the finest detail by our department. With them; go a number of barcode patches embossed on synthetic-skin; the adhesive is strong and waterproof; it will be applied by our staff here to your arm and left there for the rest of the mission. These are extraordinary forgeries but will only survive a cursory background check by SSA officials; a full in depth check will burn the ID's as fake so they are not a magical force field" Black continued.

"On your left is also your bug out bags; its customary for all operators to use Bug out bags in case your cover gets burned; they contain everything you will need to get out of dodge. Including three passports; drivers licences, Forged Id's, Wigs and other appearance modifiers, fake tan spray, SC-300 Pistol with Silencer in forty calibre Smith and Wesson, wet suit, three MRE's, a Medical kit, thermal blanket, a spare change of clothes, Encrypted GPS Beacon, Emergency Satellite Phone and an emergency extraction plan. If your cover is burned this will be your only life line" Black spoke;

"Now; Ali" he said pointing to a woman with short pink hair pulled into pig tails dressed in what one could call gothic clothing; "Will be teaching you the use of the Animarnia StrikeNet system" he said pausing. "While Elissa will be giving you the crash course basics of the Enusian language, pay attention to them"

"Gentleman; we will be here preparing for this mission until the last possible second, Dismissed" Black said commandingly letting Ali and Elissa take over.

The Wolf and Fox, Mer de Ville D’Ennuis, Mer des Ennuis

The Female Colonel smiled and sat down Enusian was not her first language but she had mastered enough to speak if fluently; placing a small black box on the table and switching it on a red LED lit up on the side; obviously a scrambling device

"We have 15 minutes to speak privately" she acknowledged

"Who I am is Unimportant General however what you can do for me is very important. In a number of hours a flight registered out of Questers will be arriving marked Flight VX-G720; you are to see that this flight drops off all security systems and is unchallenged in any way essentially I require the flight to…drop off the grid" The Colonel paused.

"Secondly; I will require access cards to the university town where research is being conducted on Earth Array 1; along with Earth array one's precise location" She said simply. "Simply put; a lapse in security would be most helpful" she added.

"Now before you have me arrested General; I know you like I do not agree with Wincenty's methods in handling this situation; I like you am a patriot; you know as I do that Adam Wincenty plans for war regardless of whatever Vetaka does to appease him. I am not Vetakan, in fact I consider myself Enusian. I am not asking you to betray your country but to stand up to the plate and help your country if Mer des Ennuis goes to war with Vetaka; billions will die. I am asking you to do the morally right thing even if it may not be seen as the right thing to do" She spoke softly.

"Neither of us are traitors but we much save Mer des Ennuis for itself; Your wife would want you to do this; she gave her life in the name of freedom; for the right to choose" she said. Mentioning the Generals wife was not just a plea to his humanity but also a way of saying she knew of his late wife's communist leanings. She did not want to use the mans wife against him or her memory as it didn't sit right with her; despite the extensive AED training that tried to kill off her humanity she was still human and still had a piece of her soul.

Central Dogma
Rene and Fisher both looked; well shocked would be a vast under-statement; Central dogma was hardened against all kinds of threats up to and including Alien invasion but never human teleporting. So Scarlet's arrival was most…unconventional; but then Rene had seen and experience much since her time as Vice President and Later President conducting relations with its long term ally Vetaka. Heck Dead Six One's report of the resurrection of Daniel Pearce in of itself was no mean feat; Rene herself had attended the funeral; had seen the body but human teleportaion was a whole new level. The How and the why suddenly dissipated into oblivion as the woman stood before her and pushed the little bundle of limbs that was Scarlet's son into her arms.

Rene smiled rocking the baby as Scarlet stroked her hair; her mind was awash with conflicting emotions. Part of her was euphoric to see Scarlet and the baby again; part of her wanted to pin scarlet down and make out with her and part of her was just content to stay like this forever with the gentle touch of Scarlet Rogers stroking her hair. Rene wondered for a moment what type of mother she'd make herself if she ever had children; day dreams and fantasies flashed before her eyes; tears rolling down her cheeks from the loss and return of someone she loved. It was overwhelming as the moment grew, Rene couldn't help it as she kissed Scarlet.

Fisher stood with the ambassador and the VSIS agent silently letting the women have their moment of happiness.

New Hagan Airport; Vetaka
The mass airport complex had become a huge military base over the months that Animarnian forces had deployed there for Operation Spartan shield; hundreds of F-22B's and F-4's were in hangers along with B-2C Spirit Stealth Bombers and B-52 Stratofortress's. A Heavy C-5 Galaxy Lift aircraft came in to land on one of the runways commandeered exclusively for military traffic. The large transport touched down on the runway and taxied to a cargo area as technicians and ground crew rushed to meet it. The back ramp lowered and crew started sliding out the long white and blue bombs; marked "Samuel L Jackson" on the side in black lettering into an arms depot.

"So these are the new bombs Eh?" One of the Techs spoke

"Yup; the GBU-3 SLJ Mass air ordinance bomb; purely conventional with an 88 ton yield and a blast of around 3 miles" the tech said simply.

Mer des Ennuis

08-11-2007, 08:09

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=Office of Army Intelligence, Mer de Noms=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

The Office of Army Intelligence is a living, breathing creature. Information from all over the world, created from small outfits like the Deathwatch to the multitude of MI commissioned and enlisted, flow through the copper veins of the building, where it is dissected, processed, and sent out again in the blink of an eye. A report of a weapons cache could be turned into a valid firing solution in as little as ten minutes. One particular transmission caught the attention of a senior analyst, partially because the decoded form resembled gibberish.
“Translator needed, Gallic Enochian” he shouted, holding the print out up.
“What?” asked a warrant officer, hurrying over.
“Short burst transmission, freshly decrypted, can’t read it” muttered the analyst, looking at the small stack of papers at his desk.
“Lets see… eyes only, DCI, Special Group 2… I’ll take this.”
The paper was promptly shoved in a bag, and given to a runner, who in turn sped down the hall on a Segway to the Lieutenant General Walker, Deputy Chief of Intelligence. Taking the paper, he gave it a once over, and threw it into an incinerator.
“Kaspyr speaking” said the voice on the other end of the line.
“Sir, news from Vetaka. The Deathwatch have made contact with the White Phoenix; they’ve agreed to help us. We have been given information on a unit called Section 28, apparently based out of Harcombe city. We have no record of them existing…”
Another messenger entered the boiler-room like office of the DCI, and quietly handed him a slip.
“Sir, I’ve also just been handed an update from Naval Intelligence; a Vetakan strike group has left the waters of New Theeb, possibly destined for Bagnall Island.”
“Fools” muttered the General of the Armies. “Begin silent witness.”
Silent witness was a simple mission: the Death’s Head units in Vetaka would disappear; vanish into their cover, and remain quiet. They would simply observe critical areas: ports, political and governmental buildings, military establishments, railroad depots, airports, and others. They had a total of seventy primary agents in Vetaka, all in deep cover, all around the country. Affiliate agents from the SSA totaled another ninety. As many as six hundred Vetakan nationals were, both knowingly and unknowingly, on the payroll of MI. Some were dock workers, clerks, mechanics, and others who presented a sampling of Vetakan society. Under silent witness, MI would do what the SSA itself had failed to do for so long: give accurate timely reports of just what happened in Vetaka. That information would then be fed through to the organic MI units of every division in the Army, increasing operational performance.

Five minutes after the order was given, another burst was sent to a receiver that would soon be at the bottom of New Theeb harbor: “Begin Silent Witness.”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=Office of The Arch Arsonist, Mer de Noms=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

“I don’t understand Ivan, is the man mocking me?” snarled Adam, resting in an overstuffed burnt sienna leather chair.
“Sir, I cannot explain why Mr. Richtoff has not responded to your offer, but I am not sure why he would not be on a plane now” replied the Acting Arch Arsonist, puffing a cigarette.
“Least he be smote… I should make him look like Strator…”
“Sir, I think that might be unwise, do not forget our real enemy.”
“That is correct. What is that noise?” asked Adam. He stood, leaning heavily on the black polished cane, capped with a silver eagle, which now accompanied him, and staggered over to the window, where he threw open the blood-red curtains. Although there were hours left, the city had nearly shut down for the coming weekend. Under the stark sky, five guard divisions had gathered, accompanied by an innumeral multitude of civilians, many clad in red and white, and more were expected. Lines of police were easily picked out. A man near the middle started throwing rocks, and stood for just over three seconds before a swarm of blue dragged him out.
“Sir, I believe that would be the crowd.”
“Through twenty panes of bullet proof glass?”
“Yes… Sir, there have been instances of violence against pro-Vetakan demonstrators, and we are getting hammered with requests to take a stand, one way or another.”
Adam slowly turned, and collapsed into his chair, drumming his fingers on the cane.
“If there is one thing I will not tolerate, it is the destruction of Ennuisians by Ennuisians, save for the Godless communists. Ennuisians are free to hold any political belief they want, and may demonstrate for their belief.”
“What would you suggest, Sir?”
“I’m suggesting, Admiral, that we support these foolish protestors. If I am not mistaken, an infantryman was killed doing just that today. Supporting these peace factions will only strengthen our position both home and abroad. I feel that we must prevent further acts of violence, and the size of the gathering in that square has me worried. Declare martial law in this city.”
“It will be done, sir.”
“Good. We have a staff meeting in an hour, I expect this to be in the papers in half the time.”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-=-

Martial Law Declared in Mer de Noms!
By Crystal Matheson, Diplomatic Correspondent
For Immediate Release

MER DE NOMS (The Republican) – In response to growing belligerency with the allied powers of the United Federation of Allied Nations, Arch Arsonist Adam Wincenty has exercised his powers as General of the Home Guard and has declared Martial Law in Mer de Noms.

“General Wincenty has decided that recent events warrant quick, emergency measures. We will not tolerate actions against our military and against peaceful Ennuisians. This step is necessary for the security” reported Lieutenant Colonel James Sepper of the Military Police Corps.

Early yesterday, an assembly of around 100 pro-Vetakan protestors gathered peacefully around a military checkpoint near the center of the city. Between twenty and thirty armed right wing militants launched a surprise attack against the citizens. Police and military units on scene returned fire. Fifteen protestors and three police troopers were killed and even more injured during the firefight. A soldier guarding a convoy was shot and killed. The name of that soldier has not yet been made publically available.

“Clearly the implications of this declaration are complex” reports William Cutter of the Center for Policy Analysis, a non-partisan think-tank. “General Wincenty is a widely-known Vetakophile, though relations have soured. This is a move of support for pro-Vetakan activities, as well as a condemnation of Ennuisian-on-Ennuisian violence. The fact that a soldier was killed is merely the last straw.”

A military spokeswoman, who declined to be identified, reiterated that this move is meant to protect law-abiding citizens, while giving the government additional tools to crack down on terrorists, communists, and separatists. She emphasized that, in a free state such as ours, silencing any disagreement is akin to the totalitarianism of the godless communists.

Regional governors are expected to follow General Wincenty’s lead.

© The Republican 2007. All rights reserved.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=Meeting Room, Capitol Building, Mer de Noms=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
The meeting room was sparse: wooden table, seven mesh chairs, a steel pitcher of water, and some glasses. The “regular” advisors to the Arch Arsonist were preparing their respective departments, and the nation, for the certain possibility of all out war. The military chiefs of all six branches, and their civilian counterpart, glared at each other over reports and reading glasses.
“Let us begin. Admiral Neza, thank you for taking notes. Gentlemen, I have asked all of you to lay bare immediate plans for the destruction of Vetaka. As you know, I have declared martial law in this city. Admiral Neza has increased the readiness of the Maritime Guard to seventy percent. General Marjana, your latest report indicates that the airspace above our nation is clear and fully saturated. Good. Fine work.”
“Sir” spoke General Wojtek sincerely and clearly, “my staff has proposed four operations for immediate execution to deal with the Vetakan situation. We have initiated operation ‘Silent Witness.’ Basically assets in Vetaka, with the help of the SSA, will be our eyes and ears, and augment satellite reconnaissance.“
He poured himself another glass. Director Swietoslaw nodded slightly.
“MI has also proposed an operation code-named ‘mongoose.’ Mongoose is the same basic principle, but applied to the other nations of UFAN, and will mark the beginning of cover operations on the Vetakan mainland. We have identified several ethnic Vetakans in both the SSA and MI who will make contact with nationalist forces in Vetaka, and provide them with guns and capital to, at the very least, annoy their forces. They will also stir up dissent over the large occupational forces of UFAN allies such as Animarnia.”
“I just want to add, sir” said the Director, “that the SSA has done through background checks on these men. They are clear.”
“Anything else?” asked Adam.
“We have also laid out a joint services operation named ‘Spear’. Twenty rangers from the 8th Division will infiltrate Samuel Island. Satellites indicate that there is a sizeable VDF airbase there, but a low concentration of ground troops. The rangers will be inserted via submarine, avoid contact, and take out local air defense as a primary goal. Targets of opportunity include potential coastal defense sites, naval radar sites, and non-essential military support facilities. ‘Spear’ will be completed upon the destruction of air defense assets; which will hopefully be killed in advance. Once spear is completed, operation ‘shield’ an amphibious assault force will hot-drop assets from the first corps, including the remainder of the 8th, the 10th light division, and the 2nd armored. If this succeeds, it will make the main invasion much easier. All we need is your…”
“Approved” interjected Adam. “Anything else?”
“No, Sir.”
“Ivan, your report.”
“Sir, we are preparing for operation ‘Open Waters.’ Critical supply routes have been identified, including some unmanned islands. Subsurface assets have been put into place, and will keep these lines open. My office is working with Admiral Neza to ensure that we can supply our troops overseas. That is all.”
“Thank you, and General Stefan?”
“Sir, we have two operations. As you know, ‘Pave Flat’ is set to be executed tonight. ‘Silent Witness’ has already provided us with several target modifications, and we decided against targeting the Animarnians, Prestonians, and Kampferians, favoring increased military targets in Wagdog, as well as more Vetakan targets. In addition, our ABM systems are at full capacity and alert. Operation ‘Red Eye’ is scheduled to go in effect once hostilities commence. We have isolated much of the OBSAT network, and are ready to launch a decapitation strike. We expect the same to occur to us, and I am pleased to report that my colleagues in the Air Guard are ready to replace all mission-critical satellites in two days time three times over. Tertiary satellites will take some additional time, but we fully expect the Exodus network to survive first and secondary strikes.”
“Gentlemen, good work. We all have work to do” said Adam with a slight nod, returning the salutes. “Dismissed.”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-= New Theeb International Airport, Vetaka=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Two and a half hours after departure, the Jetstream craft touched down in New Theeb International, and taxied past the now-closed off terminal where a shootout had occurred just a week before. Its occupants, sporting sidearms, disembarked, and prepared to greet the Vetakans.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=The Wolf and Fox, Mer de Ville d’Ennuis=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Lukin sighed slightly, and lifted his glass upside down. The fire water burned the entire way down, but it soon passed. His eyes took on a glazed appearance, as if he were looking down range. One could almost hear the screams of the dying over the ravenous infernos that had consumed many of the city’s surrounding townships.
“My wife…” he grew angry, and his tone darkened significantly, “what do you know of my wife?” he said, coldly, pounding the table enough to rattle the devise and the glasses. “What do you know of freedom, or loss? My wife looked eye to eye with riot police as the traitors sent half this country to hell in a handbag… what have you done?” He glared, and took another, deeper drink.
“Realiza-se assim a guerra” he muttered, finding the woman’s attempt at High Enochian shaky, yet passable; technically accurate, yes, but too formal and precise. He switched dialects to the more commonly spoke basic variant. He produced a blue pen from his pocket, and scribbled the flight information on a coaster.
“My unit was ordered decimated to keep order during the civil war. Do you know what an order like that does? The men wouldn’t hear of it, believe it! Never mind that 3rd battalion had mutinied, the rest refused the order! I… I was forced to fire the first shot… we cast lots to decide who would die. We won the war… and orders were never questioned… but at what cost. I have no love for Adam Wincenty, Colonel. He is not my country, and I am loyal to Ennuisia and Ennuisia only.”
“What you are asking me to do could result in me being forced through a very small hole, hopefully dead before hand… I’m afraid, my mysterious comrade” he said slowly after a time, and somewhat sadly, “that I do not know what you mean by ‘drop of the grid.’ What is on this plane that you are so interested in? There are two ways for me to find out, and I have a feeling you don’t want me to use the second.” He looked over at one of the two MPs standing at the ornate door. “As for your University, the Ennuisian Polytechnic Institute has limited research access to Earth Array 1. My division has no jurisdiction over that area as of now. As for the location of the box, I’m unsure, but I believe it is built under an Air Force base, in a heavily restricted area. If I recall, I passed by a cordoned off area 400 miles south of Ville des Ames on… Route 476, around two years ago.”
A captain quietly approached the General, saluted both officers, and passed him a note, which Lukin read with stern consternation.
“Thank you Captain. It appears that General Wincenty has declared Martial law in the capital, and that Major General Wallack is taking recommendations on how to advise Governor Herzerg. Declaring martial law would greatly increase our powers, but it would raise suspicion against infiltration for fairly obvious reasons. What do you think?”

Wagdog

18-11-2007, 22:25

OOC: Cleared certain liberties with V beforehand, as well as with Ani. For the ‘Semi-SIC’ second part, wartime activity at the airbases would of course be easily visible to reconnaissance, such as fighter and bomber patrols rotating along with support aircraft missions; but as far as the long-range attack goes the actual bombers are still entirely hidden from observation by their shelters. In short something might indeed be up, but until the Blackjacks come out of the shelters and take off precisely what will indeed be the question due to the sheer amount of other activity to draw attention.

SIC
Red Army Air Force Two, Skies over Wagdog
Had it been a dream? She'd been dozing away, tired from handling the latest UFAN controversies by videoconference and so on, but then something... astounding had happened. Something that would affect Deputy General Secretary Christine Friedrich forever, even into her grave which her slowed aging assured wouldn't be seen for a century at least yet, had transpired aboard this plane; the security cameras having been incapacitated by some mysterious power inherent to the event.

She'd talked to Charles about it, and confirmed with him that it was much the same as what had happened on his aircraft scarce moments before. Roxanne Victoria Wright had visited Christine tonight in spectral form, the same former President of the Free Dominion of Vetaka and one of Christine's very dearest friends prior to her voluntary execution during the Clandonian War; an act meant to cleanse her land of the blood debt incurred when it had withdrawn from the Sovereign League and Questarian Commonwealth during the violent early days of UFAN's formation which had threatened to force her land and Wagdog to war against each other were those drastic actions not taken. Roxanne had come, and had borne with her a gift embodying all the friendship and trust the two shared while Roxanne had lived and known Christine.

Christine's eyes beheld the gift, shining in its' radiance of quality forging, and the deadly grace of its' design in such. The blade was done in the style of a katana, medium-length and with the characteristic shallow curve and deadly single edge of Japanese or Questarian blades; the tsuba or handguard being broad and ovular, elaborately decorated in red enamel with cloisonné highlights. The long double-handed hilt itself though was of ivory, in a style more reminscent of ancient Chinese dao blades as made for Emperors and complete with a cord ring set into the knurled pommel. She could almost feel the Phoenix feather set into that length of white solidness as she again held the sword contemplatively, the balance and strength of her new weapon impressing Christine greatly indeed. Thank you Roxanne… thank you, for everything you have given and continue to for so cruel a reward by Fate. I love you as I love Scarlet, who has truly succeeded you and indeed shall surpass you I believe; and with this gift I shall fight for you both as long as I draw breath. Fight for you and for the dream we all made come true together, despite what the ignorant and tyrannical of the world tried to throw at us. Seeing her reflection in the part of the blade she drew from the red-lacquered sheath, Christine finished the thought by reading from the Elven and Vetakan scripts on either side of the blade before gazing out the window pensively at skies soon to be torn by war; “I Bow to No Man!” echoing in her mind as if to set the weave of the moment against the Arch-Arsonists through her very determination itself.

Of course, that was not all she and her partner in power were up to. Charles had faxed the appropriate forms to her as part of an update on the situation, detailing redeployment of fully eleven previously-engaged Army Groups with their land and air assets both into this conflict. Six would go to Vetaka, including one to Rigley Island to reinforce or substitute for any Prestonian commitments; while five more would land in Harlech and set up another base of resistance to any Ennuisian invasion should it proceed so far, or else a ready reserve for operations as needed. The other five groups, following some swift maneuvering on the State Department’s part, were en route to Animarnia as a general reserve for any contingencies outside the Lazarus region that might arise. Four whole Fleet Groups were to accompany those, naval presence in the home theater being judged sufficient for now; prudent so that any opportunists taking advantage of this situation could be responded to forcefully if required. Given what was underway, no that simply would not do at all…

Arakawa Airport, Rei City; Fortress State of Animarnia
Agent Michaels was currently busy, in ways both good and tedious. Among the good, there was the fact that he was learning the StrikeNet satellite system from the exquisite Animarnian goth named Ali; that and the tutoring in High Enochian from also-beautiful Elissa. Among the tedious, in addition to said language crash course since apparently only the Vetakans and the elf Aiar were taking to it naturally, was the learning of the DR-83M. And naturally enough, the tedious part was also the most vital, since it had to do with maintaining cover in Mer des Ennuis and both Wagdian and Vetakan operatives were already sufficiently familiar with OBSAT for picking up on the Animarnian StrikeNet to be that much easier due to the inevitable similarities however small perhaps.

Though hardly put off by the moral aspects of using a Doomani rifle that much, since this was part of a job to do and an effective weapon besides, the tedium came from the simple need to adjust to a broadly new weapon with a different operating system. Between the E-19 he had just qualified on a month ago and the DR-83M, arguably the few traits they really had in common were broadly similar operating actions and the 6.7x53mm round they fired; most else was quite different indeed. However, the Ennuisians used the -83, and thus it was the weapon to learn; the team's surest safety in a land soon to be devoid of it as far as they were concerned. Their surest insurance, in case they didn't want to be using those 'burn bags' right off, was embodied in those Doomani rifles; hence Michaels continued 'getting intimate' with his in place of anything more companionable at the moment, and only hoped that maybe once this was over he'd do his mentor Agent Drask one better and live to see such companionship afterward if the old archetype of the spy was any indication. Upon such hopes did men fight, upon such hopes did they die; and upon such hopes did they live, above all else.

Semi-SIC
Air Bases Across Wagdog
The bustle of wartime was indeed about the skies and land of Wagdog by now. Patrols of Cardinal, Priest, and Red Fox fighters combed the skies against intrusion by air; Dartian-built Starfire and OBSAT-enabled Gorgon and Gazelle missiles stood vigil against attack from space; Zeus heavy bombers lorded over the seas with antiship loadouts while Bear patrol bombers maintained their antisubmarine and mining patrols apace; and transport and other support planes of every type carried out their auxiliary duties to keep this massive effort running smoothly. Since the hectic first days after Ennuisian hostile intent becoming known were months past by now, the emphasis of these operations was upon maintaining a steady presence aloft while ready reserves on the ground stood to be committed where required. Haste had given way to caution, and so Wagdog's flexibility in the matter was much improved; all to the well for what was about to begin this day.

Though still within their underground bunkers, themselves built some four-hundred meters deep in emulation of Vetakan strategic airbases, the thousand Tu-160M Blackjack-Bs that still formed the tip of Wagdog’s bomber force spear despite the accession of Candrian B-22 Zeus heavies for most roles began loading up for possibly their most important mission ever. Being tasked for a plan involving engagement of both land and naval air defenses as plotted by what OBSAT recon had been possible over the area of Mer des Ennuis in question, the two massive bays per each of the elongated bombers were to be loaded with different munitions; the forward bays to pack two rotary launchers with six Kh-555Sh penetration cruise missiles, while the rear bays were to pack two rotary launchers with Kh-555SD submunition-dispenser cruise missiles. Inasmuch as possible, Wagdog was going to rely on its’ start-of-war intelligence and updates thereto from surviving OBSAT and StrikeNet assets to make sure it hit the air defense sites (especially their vulnerable local radars if possible) and their command bunkers as best as could be identified.

This would be only the first phase of the attack, and not even the most immediately important, but it would matter all the same in terms of how effective the later phases were to be. With luck, or better yet with the coordination between the UFAN allies already underway secretly on this matter, that effectiveness would be maximized and the Ennuisian ability to back up its invasion threats against Vetaka either cut off at the source or at least heavily degraded; the most convenient lines for massing of forces involved having been neatly deprived to them in one stroke by air, and other measures being prepared by sea as well to make sure the effect held. All told, as the first Blackjack squadrons of four each rose to their hardened shelters before takeoff upon massive carrier-like elevators to the surface concealed by the hangar doors and roofs, thence to complete their final checks and await takeoff orders once it was confirmed the Ennuisians had indeed begun hostilities. Once the thousand bombers had roared skyward and west, arcing towards destiny, there would indeed be no turning back…

IC
Rigley Island and Harlech, Vetaka
“Move it!” Regimental Command Sergeant-Major Nicholas Tynings of the Wagdian VII Armored Corps under Seventh Army barked out to his troopers, busying themselves with preparing concealed positions for their Nakíl 1A1GU battle tanks just airlifted in from the disastrous Zanski deployment. “This isn’t some exercise deployment; we’re going to be at war here and our Army Group is the only serious thing other than the VDF’s local garrison between Rigley Island and the Ennuisian mailed fist, and we all know what that means don’t we?” RCSM Tynings knew the men of First Battalion, VII Armored Corps well-enough to guess the answer already; ten years at this post starting just before the fateful Strator Occupation that had been this unit’s first wartime tasking hadn’t been for nothing. With luck, nor would the preparations the other 186,000 soldiers and officers of Seventh Army be so either; bad enough the 155,000 zoomies of its’ collocated sister-unit Seventh Army Air Force tended to hog the limelight as was, much less the fact that nine-thousand had been left behind in Zaynah with older equipment to supply part of the peacekeeping force required under the withdrawal agreement.

“We know Command Sergeant-Major, and we’re ‘Standing Against’!” The soldiers cheered back, as much from simple rote as enthusiasm. Being ordinary men and women, if with the occasional Vampire or Were mixed in along with some Elves who nigh-invariably made officer billets quickly, anxiety found its relief in regimental catechisms and suchlike soon enough; made easier by the reputation this unit had earned. Though actual combat for the Seventh Army had been limited to skirmishes at the tail end of hostilities in both Strator and Zanski/Zaynah, the efficiency with which the Stratorian duties had been carried out soon earned Seventh Army Group and its’ dependent Army and Air Force each the sobriquet “Seven Against Strator” in a nod to Classical mythology and the Seven Against Thebes. Such reputations are neither earned nor given up lightly, and this force had no intention of losing such honor this battle to come.

“Good, good.” RCSM Tynings turned to his command APC in the 1st/VII Armored HQ Company and set to his own administrative chores for the preparation. Soon, this deployment would turn all too deadly serious. Already five more mixed air/land Army Groups of their total 340,000 establishment each as currently authorized were supposed to be making similar preparations in and around Harlech on the Vetakan mainland of Newman; aircraft taking up bases and vehicles assuming defensive positions while personnel prepared everything accordingly. Soon, if perhaps with enough time left for interruption to be possible if an Ennuisian first strike materialized soon enough, the final preparations Wagdog could make while retaining strategic flexibility would be in place in Vetaka. After that, it would be a matter of combat; of sowing the wind and reaping the whirlwind for all involved. After that, the eternal duel between Fate and Will would decide the outcome…

Vetaka

21-11-2007, 01:52

Operations Room 1, VDF High Command, New Theeb, Vetaka:

The Vetakan Defence Force Supreme Operational High Command Building was the Central Nexus of the Vetakan Military occupying multiple buildings it was possibly the most important building within Vetaka. It formed part of Freedom Square which was made up of VDF High Command, The Palace of Freedom which was the Vetakan Senate and the Foreign Office the fourth side of the Sqaure being the access road which connected the Square to the rest of the City. This central Political Hub itself was enclosed within a secure fortification
that formed the Central Keep of the main New Theeb Defensive Fortification. The Central Keep as it was known was restricted Vetaka's citizens where allowed to enter but they where only allowed between the hours of 9am and 9pm the Square itself was similar size to Horseguards Parade Ground within London Great Britian. Except at the center of the Sqaure was a Flagpole made from pure Platinium metal in total 5 flags produdly flew in order the Flags of Vetaka, Wagdog, Animarinia, Questers and the United Federation
blew silently in the breeze of the city. New Theeb itself was somewhat quiet the many clubs and bars had just closed and the city was quiet compared to the usual hive of activity it was in the day and early evening. The gentle rush of water could be heard as the magnificant Roxanne Water Fall continued to fall causing the city to never trully stand silent.

Although the General staff that occupied VDF High Command had left hours ago the 24/7 manned VDF Operations Room 1 was a hive of activity full of various Operators and Officers whom watched over the Vetakan Dominion ready to respond and protect the nation from any such threat. However this wasn't the only activity within the room the en-suite soundproof briefing room that looked in upon the Operations Room had been occupied by the Vetakan High Command had been locked in meeting for some 4 hours discussing what to do in response to the growing crisis with Mer Des Ennuis. The two nations whom had held a deep sense of respect and for some reason come to the brink of conflict a conflict that if allowed to occur would cause the needless deaths of Billions on both sides. Vetakan Security and Intelligence Service which provider Vetaka with its Military Intelligence and General Intelligence Capacity had advised the High Command that the Ennusisian Military was mobilising its Military Forces for immediate Combat Operations VSIS had also resported that it was now clear the Ennusisian Intelligence Organizations had now inflitrated much of Vetaka and preperation Intel Operations by Mer Des Ennuis where in full swing as a result the Joint Chiefs of the Defence Staff and the Supreme Operational Commander where calling for a pre-emptive Military Strike by the VDF upon the Ennusisian Homeland to stop if not delay the Mobilization. The various members of VDF High Command where tired and somewhat aginated the vote was currently tired and the discussions where turning to arguing as a result President Daniel Pearce whom had largely remained silent suddenly cracked and lost his temper pounding his hand on the table he roared:

"Silence that is enough Damnit"

The various bickering subsided, Pearce regained his composure and spoke his soft yet commanding one of the reasons why he had been so successful in Politics was his ability to command respect amongst people and the fact he was likeable and above all trully in the game not for a career but because he trully represented his people. Pearce had been ordered to take a holiday 6 times during his time as Presidency by his Medical Staff because of Stress. Pearce had currently served 5 terms in office something the Consitution
had forbidden but such restriction had been wavied by the Vetakan Senate under pressure from the General populace:

"We are getting nowhere with this discussion as such under Article 90 of the Consitution I am using the Power of the People to call the vote. I shall file the paperwork tomorrow and I accept lone Responsibility for the order that I intend to give. All such objections and protests will be filed on my desk by 18:00 today. I am making the Executive Decsion and I will defend such action at any Commission the Senate wishes to make at a later date. Supreme Operational Commander Stone, Joint Chiefs this a direct order launch Operation: Firefly."

Pearces stopped and relaxed before he spoke again:

"Whom intends to obey under Protest?"

The various members of the Command looked around and fell silent they had voted against the President but none of them wished to make such Protest Formal. Pearce noded before carrying on:

"Make it happen. Under the timetable set out previously We will meet again at the zero hour of this operation which is 18:30 Hours, You are Dismissed"

The Command saluted and one by one they left however one remained Supreme Commander Jonathon Stone. The both sunk into their chairs they where best friends and some might say brothers. Pearce chuckled before going on:

"Save it. I just dont want to hear it just make the call"

Stone chuckled before reaching across the table and pressing a few buttons it became a loudspeaker before a number was dialled it rang for a few seconds before it connected:

"Sir" came a very formal voice

"This is Stone authorization to Launch Firefly. Authorization Phoenix Bravo 2"

"Yes Sir" spoke the voice before the phone died.

Pearce chuckled before he downed his triple vodka in one:

"He reminds me of a Walmart Greeter"

They both chuckled before filling the glasses and drinking to the health of the their lost Sister on the run. Scarlet Rogers if only the Iron lady was here now as they spoke the Vetakan Military which was fully mobilised sprang into Operation planning its largest single operation within its history and hopefully it would be the most successful.

Vetakan Defence Force Military Base (VDFMB) Flanders, South Honako:

VDFMB Flanders was the biggest Vetakan Military base outside of the Vetakan Dominion built by the VDF in South Honako with the permission of the Honakon Government home to some 7,000 Military Personnel and some 65 Naval Ships the base was one of Vetaka's most strategic assets and provided the VDF with a key base with which to forward and support its operations around the world. The Sun was slowly going down across the base its Commander was Base Commander Daniel Darcy he sat at his desk within his office when the door burst open some what startled Darcy looked up and glared at the Officer whom stood in the doorway:

"Does nobody knock in this damn base"

"Depends, Sir. We have a communication from VDF High Command" spoke the young male Officer

Darcy rose from his chair and snatched the file from the Officer whom saluted and left closing the door behind him. Darcy flicked open the file reading its contents his mood turned somewhat sour as he sighed he snatched up his phone and dialled a number it rang and was answered:

"Captain or should I call you Commondore, I am afraid its confirmed your friends at the Admiralty where right. Operation: Firefly is a go. Ill pop down before the off for a drink".

The phone died and he replaced it on the reciever he leaned back in his chair and sighed looking up at a Picture mounted on the wall he whispered:

"I hope your doing the right thing guys"

The Picture was actually an enlarged photgraph of three men these being Darcy, Supreme Operational Commander Jonathon Stone and President Pearce they where all friends and had all been present at the battle of Theeb Palace. Friendship and Brotherhood formed in battle and combat the orders that had come through where possibly the most riskiest orders ever given by VDF High Command.

Airbases across the Vetakan Dominion:

As the order to launch Operation: Firefly came through the bases across Vetaka burst into life Enginneers, Ground Crew and Weapons Experts began to run around preparing the various aircraft that would participate in the Operation. The various Ennuisisian Agents whom where keeping watch across Vetaka would witness a massive build up of Vetakan Airpower offically the Press would be told it was part of continued training exercies over the South Vetakan Sea.

24 Hours Later.............

15:30, Operations Room 1, VDF High Command, New Theeb, Vetaka:

The usual finely pressed suits of President Daniel Pearce and Vice President Perry Cox, The Usual finely pressed Uniforms of the Supreme Commander and the Joint Chiefs had been replaced with Black Special Operations Combat Fatigues. Holsetered at the belt on each of them was an E-57 Service Pistol. All of the officers and aids whom ran the Operations Room whom usually dressed in perfect uniform where also dressed in Combat Fatigues. The Doors of the room sild open and flanked by two VDF Guardsman President Daniel Pearce entered swopping in he spoke calmly and softly:

"Report?"

Stone looking up from a report at a nearby desk smiled and rose from his feet and began to spoke:

"The Vanguard Strike force has left Flanders and will be in position within 4 hours Sir. Our Air Attack Force is currently inbound they should be in range of Mer Des Ennuis Radar within 29 Minutes. We have co-ordinated with all Allied Commands and we should be in deployable range within 3 Hours. Sir due to the nature of the Operation Final Authorization is requested now. Do you wish to deploy?"

Pearce sighed and gazed around most of the room had fallen silent and was looking at him:

"Deploy"

"Yes Sir" replied Stone as he saluted.

3 Hours Later...............

18:30, Operations Room 1, VDF High Command, New Theeb, Vetaka:

"All Allied Forces have confirmed their commitment to the Operation Sir. Phase 1 will begin within the Hour" reported Stone.

"Excellent" Replied Pearce

The Vetakan President rose from his seat and made his way across the Command Operations Room to a nearby Communications Station he placed his hand on the shoulder of the Comms Officer picking up a headset that rested on the desk he fitted it and began to alter the Communications Settings which would send his voice across the secured Open Channel which
would transmit to every Vetakan Submarine and Bombers as well as every Allied Plane and Command particpating within the Operation:

"Good Evening this is Phoenix Alpha 1"

"Sir, It is a pleasure. This is Air Marshal Dante Headong. This is an Honour" came the voice of Air Marshal Dante Haedong whom would be commanding the Operation.

"The Pleasure is all mine, I assure you. I wanted to wish you luck in this coming operation, In less than hour you will be joining Squadrons from around the world to particpate in one of the single biggest military operations that the United Federation of Allied Nations has ever co-ordinated. You will be launching an Operation that will hopefully be recorded in history as the single biggest Military success that the Federation has ever achieved. I have wresteled with my concience for many moons as to whether to indeed
launch this operation. This Operation is not to conquer or occupy but to defend not just Vetaka but the entire Alliance from a nation that seeks to destroy us. From a nation that seeks to annialate those whom choose to be different, those that choose to be peaceful and free rather than violent and oppressed, those whom seek to hold Communists as close friends and family rather than hated enemies. Before this affair Vetaka held the people of Mer Des Ennuis in high regard now we see that they simply wish to oppress
occupy us all. Good Luck, God Speed and may the Phoenix Light and Guide your Way" spoke Pearce softly.

"We won't let you down Sir. Phase 1 Authorization Confirmed. We have Bandits inbound beaing Vector 280 Escorts Intecept. Phase 1 attack Squadron begin Mining Operations" spoke Dante

"Dragon 1 Roger" came a Voice

"Apple 1 Roger. Altering Course to intercept Bandits bearing Vector 280" came a Second Voice.

With that the massive Dragon B-74 Shadowcaster Bombers began to ready the Aircraft to begin its Operation they would just 1 of a number of Bombing Squadron dropping Naval Mines and Enscapulated Torpedos within the Ocean Pass that connected the safe waters of the Ennuisisian Military Ports to the open ocean. If the Allied Forces could trap the fleets at port destroying them from the Air would be so much easier. The Escort FA-15 and FA-16 Fighters altered course and roared away to intercept the inbound Ennuisian Bandits that had been scrambled to intercept the advancing Vetakan Bombing Force. As the Cardinals and Priests began to do battle with the inhuman machines the Bomb Bay Doors opened and the deadly load of Naval Mines and Questarian built Enscapulated Torpedos thousands of them fell silently into the Water with all Bombers of Phase 1 empty they arced south and
roared away to saftey shortly followed by what remainded of their Escorts. With this Strategic Phase 1 complete back within his AWAC Aircraft Air Marshal Dante Haedong roared into his Headset:

"Vanguard Echo 1. Delivery Complete. Target Minesweepers as shown via OBSAT Recon. Now."

Some 950 Kilometeres away from the Ennuisian Fleets in the cold dark waters of the Ocean 25 Vanguard Submarines launched wave after wave of Questarian built SS-X-38 targetted not against the Ennuisisian Superdreadnoughts or its Carriers but against its Minesweepers with the intent to trully seal the Ennuisisian Navy to its fate. With the Vanguard
empty of its Missiles the final and hopefully most deadly phase began. The Majority of the Vetakan Air Force was participating Thousands of Planes approached from hundreds of different Vectors the Ennuisisans would hopefully not have enough planes to make an inteception on all of the Vetakan Strike Force. The Attack had begun.

Vetakan Attack ORBAT:

Phase 1 (Minining Operation)

- 5,000 B-74 Shadowcasters armed with MK79 Naval Mines, Questarian EAT2A Encapsulated Torpedos and EAT3A Encapsulated Torpedos

Phase 2 (Anti Mine Sweeper)

- 25 Vanguard Submarines launched a total of 400 SS-X-38 Anti Shipping Missiles targetted against identified Minesweeper Ships Only.

Phase 3 (General Attack)

-1,000 Type 1000 Bombers armed with the "Falling Hammer"

700 Attacking Key Road/Rail Connections
200 Attacking Airbases targetting Runways and Control Towers
100 Attacking Carriers/Superdreadnoughts and Battleships

-4,000 B-22 Zeus Bombers armed with a Variety of Weaponary

2,000 Armed with Questarian Anti Runway Munition Explosives Dispenser
2,000 Armed with Fenix Anti Shipping Missiles

-6,000 B52 Bombers armed with Fenix Anti Shipping Missiles

-1,000 B-2 Spirit Bombers armed with Fenix Anti Shipping Missiles (Targetting Carriers Only)

Escorts armed with Anti Air and Limited Anti Ship Missiles:

7,000 FA-15 Cardinals
7,000 FA-16 Preists
2,000 F22/A Raptors

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Animarnia

21-11-2007, 16:01

OOC:Fluid Timed with permision from V and WD

IC:
Gringot Airfield, 50 miles from Lilica City
It was night time; the dark had descended all around the airfield; this remote part of the country was certainly out of the way and used mostly for privately chartered light aircraft flights from one part of the country to another. Hardly regulated, lightly guarded by Ten-fifteen customs officials and around five Rent-a-cop security guards. The guidance lights of a Cessna T404 Titan III visible as it comes in to land. Eight bodies in black body armour and armed with Colt Commando M4 assault rifles wait in the shadows.

"Red one to eagle nest; report"; said one man in a black ski mask; obviously the leader; as he pressed a button on his throat microphone.

"Eagle nest; Red one, All go; 3 OP's and one Roaming pair pacing west to east" a voice came back hushed over the earpiece.

"Roger; Blue Team go, Green Team; go, Red Team Cover" he said and a troop of four of the commando's broke off in one direction while a separate group of four went in another direction; silently using the shadows to keep themselves concealed. The leader tapped the throat microphone once sending a static signal to the other members; a moment later the look out on the roof went down with a round to the head fired from eagle nest; killing him instantly at a range of nearly a mile.

The first group of commando's called "Blue" fired there suppressed M4's in three round bursts at the roaming pair of guards drooping them silently; while another crept up and cut a guards throat; leaving him for dead. The last sentry was shot centre of mass twice with an M4. The soldiers crept silently up to one of the two buildings. According to there benefactor the garrison slept separately to the pilots and engineering staff; this worked to there advantage as they crept up to the guards barracks; the members of Green Squad took out two Fragmentation Grenades each and stood ready to breach the door. meanwhile Blue squad prepared to breach the crew barracks with CS gas since the crew would be kept alive in case they needed them. "Go" Red one spoke into the throat microphone.

The fist solder kicked the door in to the guard barracks with a loud crack which would surely wake up the guards on the other side but it wouldn't matter as no less than eight Fragmentation grenades were tossed in a second later. The door was slapped and held shut; leading to a loud explosion and screams as pieces of hot metal sheered flesh. Simultaneously CS Gas grenades were tossed into the pilot and engineering barracks filling it with tear gas; "Masks, Thermal" commanded a female voice. As she pulled on a gas mask and thermal goggles and switch ammunition clips to non-lethal with her team they entered the building and shot anyone moving with electrical stun rounds and binding them with Flex cuffs before dragging them out of the building. Mean while the over weight cook who had been up preparing tomorrows lunch rushed to a window to see what was going on. The cook's head re-decorating the wall followed the sound of shattering glass; his brains turning into a fine red mist from the 800-meter head shot by Eagle Nest. In less than 45 seconds the entire airfield was theirs and not a single alarm.

"Fletcher; take care of the bodies; Alison, Secure the perimeter; Molly store the prisoners." Red one ordered over his throat microphone.
"This is Red One to Big Bird; Area secure; bring Santa's slay over" Red one spoke a moment later the sound of three Hummers and two twenty-five ton cargo trucks filled the night and head lights approached the airfield. As the convoy came to a stop on the side of the runway men in dull green camouflage gear and carrying AK-47's obviously of Arab decent disembarked and started a room by room search rather haphazardly obviously only loosely trained unlike Red One.

A man in black suit-pants pants and shirt approached; a shoulder holster holding what appeared to be a FiveSeven and some spare ammunition magazines. Red One, stepped forward while being covered by Red Two and Red Three; the former pointing a rather impressive looking FN Minami SAW while the other was using the standard M4.

The well dressed man approached; "Greetings to our friends of Red Plague"

"Money"; Red One spoke rather gruffly giving off a hostile air that he wasn't in the mood for small talk.

"Of Course, my friend" he said snapping his fingers and a larger man came from one of the trucks carrying two large suit cases; "as we agreed; 25 million universal standard dollars; for Mr Blackthorn with my compliments" the man said confidently.

Red one made a hand signal and one of the solider covering him shouldered his assault rifle and took the cases. "You have about an hour before the Security services notice something is wrong here; I suggest you make good use of your time"; Red one said rather disinterested. "All Units move out to extraction point Theta" he said into the throat microphone; the trained mercenaries of Red Plague disappeared into the shadows.

The suited man started issuing orders; and the men in fatigues began to quickly move canisters marked with yellow and black tape and warning labels such as "High Explosive" and other militia members started to modify the Cessna aircraft's airframe to accommodate the canisters.

The Octagon

A Young radio officer approached General Carville "Commander; Encrypted chatter from the Vetakans and the Wagdogian say they are commencing operations against Enusian targets and requesting we do the same" the officer reported.

"Very well; Begin Operation Chocolate Tornado; Attack Pattern Juliet-One" General Carville confirmed. With the order given the old war horse puffed on a fat cigar as the room around him erupted into organised chaos; orders travelled down the chain of command; plans drafted months ago were now put into practice; in a matter of hours they would be at War.

"Sir the Wagodgians are requesting permission to land 3 army groups in Animarnian territory in case they require an emergency garrison?"

"Granted" Carville, said quickly.

Forward Air base - RAF Liberty, RAF Freedom, RAF McGillan, RAF Weaver, RAF Stait, RAF Tapping, RAF Mulgrew and RAF Glam
A Nest of activity was going on at forward airbases of the colonies in Sinjuku, TFS and New Hatai (former Yakai); Ordinance was loaded into the belly of B-2 Spirit Bombers. Twelve meter long missiles in the form of extreme range Spearhead Cruise Missiles painted with colourful messages to the Enusian government like "For Scarlet"; "To Adam with love" and "Bombs Away" and various other insults. As over 600 B-2 Spirit bombers in-groups of 75 per airbase were loaded they started to taxi onto the runway under the cover of darkness. Their engines flared briefly making their take off runs; they would refuel from KC-135's half way to there targets with F-22B Stealth Fighters lagging behind at high altitude to avoid detection. The Wagdogian would take off slightly earlier than the Animarnian Stealth bombers to draw fire approaching from eight different directions would make it difficult for the Enusian air defence to respond

3 hours later, 3800km's from Enusian Targets
Bomber Zero was first in formation; essentially the point of the spear; Captain Elliot Davis and co-pilot Karen Miller were going through last minute procedures; "3750km to target" Miller spoke.

"Confirmed; Speed 0.8 mach, running silent" Davis replied.

"Initiating deployment procedure; Targeting Solution Juliet-One" Miller replied tapping on the control pad and pressing several switches;

"Open Bay Doors" Davis Ordered

"Bay Doors Open; Range to Target, 3480km" she spoke.

"Master Arm" Davis ordered.

"Master Arm; Armed, Weapons Hot" Miller Replied.

"Deploy Weapons, Let's Plow the Road" He Ordered.

With that twelve BGM-02 Spearhead Hypersonic cruise missiles dropped from the bomb bays of the B-2's Rotary launcher and began there mach 3 Journey to there respective targets; this was repeated through out the bomber force making a total of 7,200 Cruise Missile now active and seeking targets inside Enusia. Targeting Solution Juliet-one allowed for green lights on all ships in the four main ports of Enusia; with specific attention paid to Air defence ships and fortified SAM sites around the port areas. Essentially paving the road for Wagdogian and Vetekan Heavy Bombers which would be coming soon allowing for an almost simultaneous assault with the Spearheads reaching speeds of Mach 6.8 on Terminal approach and mach 3+ on Transit. With there payload deployed the Spirits began to turn back to Animarnian Airspace…

Aurum Domus

22-11-2007, 03:51

OOC: Fluid time with Ani and Vs posts

Airbases across Aurum Domus and the colonies had been abuzz with activity all day. The largest Air Wing in Aurum Doman history was being assembled for the attack on Mer des Ennuis. In total 2500 combat aircraft were in this Air Wing. This consisted of 1000 TF-70 fighters and 1500 Sariel stealth bombers. Another 200 KC-10 Extender tankers would act as an airborne refueling station for Aurum Doman and allied aircraft. 200 E3 Sentrys would be acting as the airborne warning and control systems for the whole Air Wing. This attack was officially being called Operation: Aer Tentatio and it was being lead by none other than the famous Scott Oron, a rising star in the Air Force and the High General's son.

3800km from Mer des Ennuis

Scott Oron turned on the radio inside his specially modified TF 70 which was currently leading the Air Wing.

"Okay men, you know what to do. Alpha Wing, begin missile launching. Beta Wing, commence mining operations when signal DeltaSixSeven is broadcasted. Gamma Wing, switch to defensive formation. Good luck and godspeed. I'll be right here next to you.

The lead Sariel received a radio transmission
"This is BetaEightTwelve. Arm missiles and prepare to fire."
The bay doors opened and 2 Spearhead cruise missiles dropped out one after the other. The remaining 749 Sariels followed suit. In total, 1500 missiles were heading for previously selected targets around Enussian ports and coastal defenses. As soon as the last missile dropped, Alpha Wing turned around and headed for Aurum Doman airspace. Scott Oron peeled back and settled his TF-70 to cruising speed above the Air Wing. He smiled, it had begun.

Wagdog

22-11-2007, 05:56

OOC: Fluid-timed to coincide with V and Ani's firings, if not slightly before; posting a bit out of whack due to various OOC stuff discussed on IRC...
Skies Approaching Eastern Mer des Ennuis...
"This is Duster Lead, datalinks on and target coordinates received. Two-five klicks to release point and counting." Colonel Daniel Rendish, now commander of the First Independent Bomb Wing after years of dedicated service despite a mixed-luck mission during the Nicksyllvanian War years ago, signaled back to the control relays leading from the Animarnian and Aurum Doman AWACS supporting this operation to the high commands involved. "GPS coordinates good, missiles armed." He knew this was a far more important mission than even that one, so long ago; not least in scale. That mission decided the naval outcome of a war, and this one may well do so too.

That thought in mind, he led his own Wing's 100 Tu-160M Blackjacks westbound at barely one-hundred meters above the sea. Nine-hundred more followed behind and beside, each preparing their own munitions as he did; a full thousand-bomber raid as was only seen in conflicts of this scale or larger normally. Odd to wonder, how he always seemed to be involved in strikes of this nature; but his not to question why after all. At least this time we won't need to get too close; back off Havvy, against those Nicks... that was bad. He'd lost friends in that fight, and had grown used to the thought that he probably would today too; what that said about him he didn't particularly want to contemplate at the moment, lest it make him even edgier still. Takeoff had been the only 'easy' thing about this as was.

"Opening bay doors..." This was going to be a problem, since those would enlarge the Blackjack-B's already far from "stealthy-as-such" RCS; but nothing for it considering it was the only way to fire off the missiles required. "Bay doors open... now. Approaching release line." The range klicked down, and once it hit then ticked over 3500km out it became time. "Pickle!" There was no turning back now, not that there had ever really been...

Across the thousand bombers, the forward pairs of rotary launchers spat out their combined twelve penetration-warhead Kh-555Sh cruise missiles as fast as was safe per operational procedure. These had a simple mission: home in at low altitude and high-subsonic speed on the command bunkers of various static AAA or SAM sites and airfields in the Port de Bouclier - Le Garde Porte - Porte d'Honneur - Port de Richesse bay area that the combined UFAN antishipping and mining operation was targeting. Simultaneously, the twelve Kh-555SD submunition-warhead variants caried fired from the rear bay of each bomber as well. These had a larger but equally-simple tasking: home in on the various sites' and airfields' weapon or tracking emplacements and runways to dispense their deadly bomblet cargoes and make a very large mess of things there. This of course was not the entirety of the Ennuisian air defense network being hit, nor was that yet the intention anyway; instead the goal was a focused strike upon this area so as to ensure maximum concentration of force and thus maximum odds that the all-important mining attempt could be made with the minimum possible interference from the ground.

"Weapons are away, TERCOM and GPS/GLONASS-assist read nominal; we're done here. Good luck to everyone else, and let's all get out of this alive if we can; hear?" Not particularly waiting for a reply, and glad that what he heard on the channels was no more than the other wings of 100 bombers each confirming their firing and so on, Colonel Rendish together with his co-pilot lurched their majestic Blackjack into a climbing turn; aiming for what altitude they could push up from the current .8 Mach to supersonic speeds for the fastest possible egress. They'd come in as slow as the needs of range and coordination with allies had required, so now all they needed was to beat it out of there as fast as possible; and as obviously too so they could perhaps attract some futile chases by the enemy. Chases for which allied fighters waited ready to pounce upon, so as to inflict revenge for whatever losses inevitably occurred as well as to further disrupt attempts to interfere with the minelaying.

The satisfying roar of the bomber's engines on afterburner reverberating throughout the sleek airframe, stretched compared to the usual Blackjack seen so as to accommodate a second weapons bay, Colonel Rendish focused upon completing the long and lazy turn before the dash to come. There would be no more stealth after this, assuming there had ever been really; hence the bomber's crew activated their EW gear as did those of the others. All in all, this was being played by the book; boldness still required sense, and taking these measures to minimize the risk of interception was only sensible. It might be one of the few sensible things any of them would know for some time, in fact.

Vetaka

25-11-2007, 23:41

New Alex Residential Flat Complex, New Helgan, Vetaka:

Vetakan Security and Intelligence Service (VSIS) had been monitoring Internet Usage, Phone Calls and General Communications since the start of the current Vetakan-Ennuisian Crisis. VSIS had also part a number of people under surveillance whom where known Extremists and Enemy of Peace and Freedom. Most of them where nationalists with the odd Extreme Communist whom had been deemed to rogue for the Vetakan Government.

Such Surveillance had rendered a number of most interesting leads most notably a Nationalist Nazi Terror Cell which had been planning to launch a city wide Bombing Campaign across New Helgan. Phone Taps had confirmed the cell intended to launch its campaign of terror in the early hour of the morning and that the terrorists themselves intended to indulge themselves in Drugs, Alcohol and Women within their Top Floor Flat. Field Survillence from the Flat across the street suggested all the known Terrorists where within the flat enjoying the more experienced women of the city.

As a result just as the clock struck 10:00 the Green Light was given from the Mobile Command Centre parked up in a Warehouse around the corner. With that a white medium weight Truck appeared driving quite normally it came to a halt outside of the Flats Main Entrance the driver exited and walked to the back of the vehicle opening it up the doors swung open and heavily armed men in Special Forces Black Combat Fatigues leapt from the truck the letters V.S.I.S where sowed into the Fatigues on the rear entering the building they climbed the stairs their leather boots clicking on the marble floor as they climbed they covered each other as they went. Eventually they appeared on the top floor slowly and silently advancing down the corridor they brought their E-19 Assault Rifles to bare they could here the moans of the terrorists and the screams of the women. Eventually the Special Forces took up defensive positions around the door two of the troops drew Shotguns and prepared themselves when the order was given they would take out any locks and the doors hinges before kicking it in and tossing in a Flash bang to stun they enemy then they would be followed by the assault team. Signalling their readiness to the Command Team they waited for the order:

"All Teams. Stand By. 5,4,3,2....1 GO GO GO GO"

With that the Street became a wash with screaming Sirens of the Black VSIS SUV's and Vetakan Police Department Cars. Almost Simultaneous the Assault team sprang into action the two Shotguns fired one of them destroying the lock and drawing a Flash bang the other destroying the doors two hinges and kicking it down the door fell to the ground and the flash bang was thrown into the apartment it detonated and the Assault Teams burst in covering each other in Defensive Formation they roared:

"VSIS Intel. Get on the Floor"

The Flat was now a hive of chaos as the women screamed in fear, The Nationalist Nazi's dived to the floor grabbing weapons and attempting to fight back. One of them managed to get to his feet an AK-47 in his hands as his bedroom burst open he fired hitting a VSIS Operative in the arm the man behind him fired hitting the Terrorist in the Head he flew back and died. The Operation had been successful and the Terrorists had been halted.

Mer des Ennuis

13-12-2007, 05:38

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=Office of the Air Force Intelligence, La Lame De l’Épée=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 24 hours before the Air Strike=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Silent Witness was spy craft at its finest; faceless agents hidden among the populace covertly monitoring major airfields and naval bases around the country. Undetectable, quiet, hidden. They reported back to their handlers, also hidden quietly through dead drops in high-crime sections of cities. The cellular approach was near perfect: if one agent or even an officer was compromised, the operation would remain intact. Hopefully.

Still, the covert operation was paying dividends, when reports slowly trickled back to Army Intelligence, handled by the Death’s Head, and released to the Air Force once it became apparent that land forces, were in fact, not preparing for deployment, and that the ports remained relatively quiet. The trickle to Air Force Intelligence soon turned into a torrent, overwhelming the staff of analysts and “experts” that crowded the cubicle farms in the central office. It took a total of four hours before it a vague, picture was formed: UFAN was preparing for immediate air defense, suspecting an outside air attack. An hour later, as the mountain of raw intelligence slowly diminished, it became apparent that it were bombers being prepared, rather than fighters and AWACS. When the satellite analysis was pushed through with blinding speed, it became apparent that UFAN was coming.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=Office of the Arch Arsonist, Mer de Noms=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 19 hours before the Air Strike=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Adam Wincenty sat at the large, round table in the war room, several stories below ground in an electronically sealed vault, his chiefs of staff hastily assembled.

“… and we feel that this warrants immediate preparatory steps for air strikes at key military assets.”

“Thank you General, my personal gratitude to your intelligence analysts. I want action taken now to assure that, should Vetaka or the dogs of UFAN attack our fine nation, they will be thrashed.”

“Sir,” said Jacek Stefan, wiping his brow, “Earth Array I has ranked all military and important civilian targets according to a variety of operation plans. Should they be preparing to launch a counter ground invasion, EA1 predicts a strike against northern assets, particularly along Ville de la Mort, as Kraven did in the past. This, naturally, seems unlikely. Should they be launching a decapitation raid, then they will be targeting the central regions, such as this building. It is unlikely that they will attack from the west, as the mountains would likely hinder cruise missiles. The east coast represents a far more attractive target to them, and EA1 has predicted that a strike against the four ports would cripple our navy enough to delay retaliation…”

“Impossible” thundered Ivan Andrei, pounding his fist on the table, “the bay is the most heavily fortified area of our nation! We have the combined forces of the Air Force, the Navy, and the Army along the East Coast from the Point to the Cape. Admiral Neza has four battle groups at sea, along with three of our battle groups!”

“Nothing is impossible Admiral” muttered Adam, tapping a pen on the wooden table. “UFAN is stupid enough to launch such an attack; the Ports are the heart of our navy. There is one way out, much as the Bosporus or the Dardanelles could seal off the Black Sea, sinking a big enough ship or mining the Straight of Amaya would devastate commerce and our military capability. We have to presume they are aware that we are preparing most of our amphibious assault assets in Amaya Bay. UFAN may lack honor, but they will not attack this city outright. That being said, I want us to prepare for an attack on Amaya Bay.”

“Yes, Sir!” said General Wojtek, “The anti-air assets of the Army will be at full alert within the next five hours.”

“Sir, UFAN is known to possess Sariels. As such, we will keep a reserve of, say, 5,000 Nightmares in the air as a rear-echelon force. I have the preliminary ORBAT for the coming attack, and Earth Array 1 wants to keep 1,200 Stormfuelers on constant rotations for the next 48 hours, along with 200 Scanners in support. The plan is to create flights 25 Nightmares, supplemented by 10 Wraiths at distances of up to 750 k/m off the coast, within the coverage of naval assets. General Marjana has asked me to inform you that the Air Guard has its forces on full alert already, and can commit up to 3,100 planes, should our airspace be penetrated. We have set mobile ground-based anti-air assets on a Monte Carlo style distribution. We are at 75% mobility at the moment, with the capability to deploy and launch within 5 minutes of primary detection. This should limit casualties.”

“Good. Dismissed, except for you, Ivan.”

When the remaining staffers departed, Adam addressed the Acting Arch Arsonist.

“Admiral, what is the status of Spear.”

“Sir, we have a Jörmungandr within insertion distance from Samuel Island. We can have the first boots on the ground in 5 hours if necessary.”

“Do it. Inform all forces involved in Shield that deployment will be in two weeks.”

“Yes, sir.”

-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 17 hours before the Air Strike=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
The last Silent Witness report came in: Approximatly 7,000 B-74 Shadow Casters, 700 Type-1000, 4,000 B-22 bombers, 7,000 B-52s, and 1,150 B-2 bombers have departed Vetakan Air Fields.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 16 hours before the Air Strike=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Additional Air Assets deployed, brining total Air Force strike craft to 22,000 combat craft.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-= 13 hours before the Air Strike=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
20 Rangers deployed from SSN-376 25 miles off the coast of Samuel Island in four ultra-low RCS RHIBs.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=9 hours before the Air Strike=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Long Range RADAR and exo-Ennuisian radar detects waves of aircraft totaling well over 35,000 on a western trajectory.
All civilian flights ordered grounded, Civil Defense Force receives automatic alert for imminent disaster preparation.
Earth Array 1 launches flights at an average of once ever 35 seconds from air fields. Total air assets in Eastern Theater brought to 32,000 combat aircraft.
Rangers hit ground on Samuel Island, spread out to assigned objectives, avoiding contact at all costs.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=7 hours before the Air Strike=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Revised estimates bring hostile aircraft numbers to 36,500 craft, falling short of actual craft involved.
Eastern Theater Air Assets brought to 46,000 craft. Storm Fuelers begin 1 on 3 off rotation, with 560 in the air at any given time.
Naval Anti-Air assets readied, all ships at sea brought to combat readiness.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=5 hours before the Air Strike=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
General Stefan remarks that Canister shot is now a valid anti-air option, upon reading estimates from out-of-country RADAR stations.
Available combat aircraft brought to 55,000.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=2 hours before the Air Strike=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Theater Air Defense Assets detect first inbound waves from UFAN assets.
“I see you” broadcast on all channels from Earth Array 1 aircraft in an unfiltered “noise” voice to hostile aircraft.
Naval assets at sea beat to quarters, brought to full readiness.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=1 hour 30 minutes before the Air Strike=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Half of available air assets, in the form of 20,000 Nightmares and 8,000 Wraiths set intercept course, with an Estimated Time to Close of 65 minutes.
Naval Air Assets launched to close the gap, totaling 1,600 GF-02 Blizzard JSF’s.
First Sairel detected.
6,000 Theater Air Defense Missiles launched in general direction of incoming craft.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=58 minutes before the Air Strike=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Missile launches detected.
Air Raid sirens sound around country.
Long-range missiles launched, targeting retreating. EW craft begin jamming.
Type-1000 bombers detected. 600 Nightmares pulled from reserve to target them.
Additional Sariel Bombers Detected, 2,500 Nightmares pulled from 5,000 plane reserve.
Ground assets deploy.
Estimated output from Ground, Sea, and Air RADAR enough to power half of Mer des Ennuis for 3 weeks.
Cost estimated of operation estimated at 67,000,000,000 Denarii.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=32 minutes before the Air Strike=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Sub-Surface launches detected. Sonobuoys detect encapsulated mines near Straight of Amaya.
Anti-Submarine Helicopters deployed to vicinity.
70% of Ennuisia lacks “adequate” air coverage as most of nation’s Air Force is either engaging or en route to engage incoming forces.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=0 hour=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Last of inbound missiles disappear from RADAR screens.
90% of incoming missiles believed destroyed.
76% of long-range ABM missile capability depleted.

-=-=-=-=-=-=-=1 hour later=-=-=-=-=-=-=-
Sketchy damage reports come in.
4 Ocean Class CVN damaged from secondary explosions of near by ships, 1 crippled, danger of sinking
1 Pubulis Class BVN was sunk, but believed to be refloatable
3 Ravager Class Heavy Dreadnaught were damaged. One, DDN-141 reported missing Aft turret blown, believed to be lodged in the hull of CVN-14. DDN-133 suffering a critical reactor leak, with preliminary damage control underway. DDN-157 suffered forward ammunition explosion, undergoing damage control, in danger of sinking.
12 Spiritus Dei Trimaran rendered non-sea worthy. 1 reactor leak reported, five in danger of sinking.
27 Union-Class damaged or destroyed. 15 sunk, while 12 are in danger of sinking or in process of sinking.
23 Comberth-Class Anti-Air destroyers Sunk
143 Dolphin class ASW frigates sunk. No others were hit.
55 Endevour Class Amphibous Assault Ships either directly hit or damaged from collateral explosions.
60 Support Ships Sunk.
126 civilian cargo craft destroyed.

Adam Wincenty orders operation End Game be implemented within 24 hours. Director of the State Security Administration, Tomas Swietoslaw, suffers minor heart attack after hearing news of the attack. Dr. Svetlana Pendick, Chief of the Disease Control Administration, vomits and faints upon hearing the operation’s specifics.

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