NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Well, I've had a lot of fun here, but I think I'm going to stop playing this for good. Nothing against you guys, but I just feel it's time to move on to new things.
However, I feel that there's no point in going out with a whimper, so I hope this ends well.

IC:
Night.

Night fluttered over the sky, blackening the stars and the moon. All the lights were out throughout Amor, the capital city of the Empire. All the lights, that is, except for one in the Mansion, the home of Emperor Tenarius.

The old man sat in his bedchamber, dressedin his full military uniform, wide awake, smoking a cigar, despite the late hours. Tenarius, for the first time in his life, was bored. With Hataria gone, the Empire's main security threat was gone, and with Hataria gone, the Empire's main security threat was gone, and with Groznyj taking a beating the forces of Kraven, the main ideaological enemy was being beaten. There were even signs of weakening among the Muslim tribes that had resisted Tenarius's rule from the beginnning, with some Muslims throwing themselves on the Emperor's mercy, though there was none. For the first time in many years, there was little for Arthur Tenarius, Imperator of Demon 666, to do.

The Emperor sighed and put out his cigar, and as he did, a clock struck midnight. Bonging 12 times, each bong seemed to sound progressively louder than the next one. Tenarius rose from his chair, straightened his medals, and stood straight.

The clock stopped ringing, and as it stepped, the curtains on Tenarius's window fluttered for a second. When they stopped, a young man was in the room, though the door had not been opened, and the windows were closed. He had blonde hair and blue eyes, though most of his face was hidden by the black cloak and hat that he was wearing. He bowed before Tenarius, which brought a sardonic grin to the Emperor's face:

"I never thought that you would actually bow before a human, Luce. I have to admit, you look quite young for your age."

The young man smiled
"Most people say that when they see me, though I don't know why many are so surprised. What I am surprised is you remembered. Most of them don't."
"What, it's been 50 years, eh? I don't give a damn- I'm dying anyway, and most of my dreams have been accomplished. Yerellkov will make a fine successor, and my Empire will succeed after me."
"Perhaps. But Yerellkov has none of the charm you have, even if he does all the administrative capabilities. I think it'll be quite the show."

"We'll see, we'll see. So what party awaits me... down there?"
"A splendid one. We have been awiaiting you, Tenarius, and I think you'll be of great help. Come"
Extending his hand, the Devil smiled
"Let us walk down the road from your domain to mine.... together."
Tenarius laughed, spat, and took his hand. The two walked to the door, the Devil opened it, and they went in, with the young man closing the door. It was the end of the Emperor, Arthur Tenarius, though his body lay there on the floor, his eyes in a small state of surprise.

OOC hack first Ri-an and now you

OOC hack first Ri-an and now you

Well, tell the truth, Ri-an's departure was a factor in my decision, but this is my nation RP. I won't obviously use Nekaru here, and I don't know what I'll do with him.

IC:
Three days after the death of the Emperor, the succession had gone smoothly. Tenarius had said from the beginning that Andrei Yerellkov, his highest Field Marshall, would be the one to succeed him, and all his generals accquiesed. Funeral arrangements were being planned, and the burial of the Emperor was to take place within the next two days

A sodden rainy day occured on the day of showing, with all the top Marshalls and Generals assembled to see their departed leader for the last time. Tenarius was placed in the Imperial Senate, his coffin open for all to see. Guards were placed around the coffin, and slowly, a crowd of people assembled to see the Emperor's corpse. After several hours, Marshall Yerellkov arrived, prepared to see his Emperor and read his will to the crowd assembled.

It was then that the first act of the tragedy began.

As Yerellkov walked aside, flanked by other Generals and guards, he strode to a podium, and unfolded a sheet of paper, clearing his throat
"Fellow citizens...."

But that was as far as he ever got. For right then, a woman screamed, and everyone noticed.
A large car was zooming down the street, going at least 60 miles per hour despite the fact this was a normal street way. It sped straight at the Senate, and straight at a horrified General Staff.
"Shoot it! Shoot it!"
Praetors opened fire on the car, and the front was armored, and bullets bounced off. The crowd dispersed, screaming, except for a small child who tripped, and was directly in the car's path.

Yerellkov bounded down the steps, and pushed the child to safety, but there was no time for him. There was a sickening crunch, as the new Emperor met his hands at the car's tires.
Stunned at seeing their new Emperor fall, the other General didn't have time to move as the Jeep crashed into the Senate.
"For the New Republic!"
Those were the last words, aside from screams, that the rest of the General Staff would hear, as the car detonated, killing the entire General Staff, and destroying the Senate building, Tenarius's corpse, and the will.

The old Empire was in chaos. Everything was up for grabs, as men, on hearing the news, realized that a massive power vacumn was in play, larger than any that would be seen by many again. For the powerful, there was no time to think: only to act.

:(

Well, tell the truth, Ri-an's departure was a factor in my decision, but this is my nation RP. I won't obviously use Nekaru here, and I don't know what I'll do with him.

OOC sorry the oocs ,BUT how that thread ended no one known what to do
i still don't know what to do with three i've taken over as FT as well with a said numder of those who got away

With the death of nearly the entire General Staff, the Empire was now in chaos. Various factions broke free, ready to seize power for their ends.

In the Western Mountains, the death of Tenarius had revived help for Muslim rebels in the Western mountains. Riding down from the mountains, they plundered and pillaged, hoping that at long last, their dreams would come true.
Caliph Harish al-Jazr smiled as he watched his forces charge down. Finally, the chance for compelte and total power.

In the South, in former Hatarian China, angry Hatarian citizens, furious with their burden of taxation, staged a massive riots against the imperial garrisons. Fighting continued for days in the streets, though it was clear that the advantage lay in the hand of the Hatarian nationalists.

In Tarentum, mass riots also broke out, but here a motley group composed of long-oppressed liberals broke out. Some were democrats, some were Socialists, and there were even a few hard-core Communists and Anarchists. This group was as hardly as organized or as furious compared to the Hatarian mobs, and they were currently having the most difficult time of it. However, a new leader, Jason Poraka, was beginning to unite them, though as an Anarchist, his rule was in no way absolute.

In Amor, the capital, order was kept, as it turned out that one member of the General had survived. Colonel Hiruki Masumichi had taken drastic measures to impose order, and had declared himself Emperor. However, Masumichi had no charisma, and for the most part was relatively unknown outside the Army.

All the groups were desperate to win, as they knew that this would be their last grip for power. Consequently, Masumichi, Al-Jazr, and Poraka all sent appeals to foreign countries to aid them. None of them seemed to realize that this was a prime chance for a foreign power to invade and for all of them to lose.....

OOC: So, basically, the Empire is collapsing. Help however you want, invade, do whatever you plan. I'm planning this RP to end when someone gains complete control.
So, any question? After that, I think I'll make an OOC thread.

Oh, come on, someone's got to be interested ina 3-billion man Empire falling apart.

OOC: Well I am interested in taking more former Hatarian possesions seeing as I helped destroy him months ago, I'll think about it.

Cazelian Manchuria fleet, 6:14 AM

Admiral Alexander Kane looked at satillite photos about Demon 666, slayer of one of the greatest nations on earth. he picked up the FleetComm "all ships in the manchurian fleet, set course for Demon 666 immediatly!"

the fleet then departed for a dying nation...

Joint Task Force 12 slept. Out here it was a quiet night; the ships at anchor, the fighters stowed in the hangars, the men themselves in their barracks and quarters were asleep, dormant, inactive. Even in his own cabin aboard the superdreadnought SFRS Gideon, General Michael "Ted" Palmer dozed lightly, leaning back in his big chair and smiling with quiet pleasure. This was a sure sign he was unhappy, perhaps almost to the point of anger; Palmer was only at peace when he was at war, like so many other generals of the Steelian Army.

Palmer was a member of the Council of Twelve, and thus his role encompassed general, admiral, and air marshal in one; thus, all the elements of JTF 12 were at his disposal. This had historically proven more effective than putting three separate individuals in command of a taskforce, as communication errors were rampant, especially in the heat of battle. And he was dissatisfied because he was stuck back here in Alyrion when practically everyone else was out enjoying themselves on some battlefield somewhere.

There came a knock at the door. Palmer raised his head, blinked to clear his eyes, and looked up. "Yes?"

"General, are you available, sir?"

"What is it, Subaltern?" And then, almost as an afterthought, "Come in."

The door swung open. The general had judged the voice right; it was Subaltern Baskins, one of his aides. The subaltern said, "Sir, we've received the latest reports from Intel, and there's a special message for you, sir."

He produced a multi-page document and saluted stiffly. "Dismissed, thank you," Palmer said, then turned to the document. He knew what this meant; he had friends in Intel, and the special messages were always regarding ideas for "new projects", as Intel put them. He smiled as his eye scanned the page, nodding a few times.


Hey Ted! Hope this finds you well. You were looking kind of bored these days, so I thought you might appreciate this little tidbit on a nation called Demon 666.
Below it followed newspaper clippings and Intel's own profile of Demon 666, necessary information, along with an overview map and a link to Intel's interactive maps online. Palmer frowned and tapped the document, then picked up a phone to his subaltern aides.

"Subs, get me Harry and Jeep on comms in my office, ay-sap."

Five minutes later three faces gathered in heavily-encrypted cyberspace.

Palmer was a tall, imposing, and completely bald figure, his deep-sunken eyes always slightly menacing and distant at once. His nose was large and hooked, like the beak of a bird of prey; he allowed himself the luxury of a moustache, but was otherwise mostly clean-shaven (a five o'clock shadow now lurked on his cheeks); overall, he bore a faint resemblance to a lumberjack.

General John Alexander "Harry" Potter of JTF 15 was a big stoic man who rarely spoke; his face betrayed no emotion. His hair, still dark, was close-cut and neat; he was completely clean-shaven; his nose was slightly squashed back against his face, as though it had once been broken, which it had. A long jagged scar was visible running from behind his left ear down to the back of his neck, where he had been injured by a long piece of shrapnel during the Second Battle of Arcadia. He bore a faint resemblance to a butler.

General George "Jeep" Parker of JTF 8 was a dry little self-deprecating man who resembled an accountant. He was in his seventies, five foot two, and sharp as a needle; he had probably the most experience with strategy, tactics, and warfare of the three. His face was wrinkled, like a prune's, and if one had not seen him perform on the battlefield one would never have guessed him to be a master at a wide variety of martial arts.

Since time immemorial (well, since independence) the three had fought together, leading their taskforces on missions around the world. They had come to be known as the Three P's; and where they went, death, destruction, and old-fashioned mayhem followed in their wake. Perhaps they were not quite internationally famous yet, but that too would change someday. Probably.

"We've got ourselves a little landgrab, mates," Ted said.

"You remember how the last one went," Jeep cautioned with mock severity, and all three broke out in chuckles.

"I do remember. We almost got court-martialled for something or other. Of course, ever since the Tri gave us free rein, that isn't much of an issue."

"True. So what about this landgrab business?"

"Nation, name of Demon 666. Its emperor died and it's falling apart. Crazy religious folk in the west doing a spot of plunder, nationalists in the south, commies and anarchists all over the place, and the army still thinks it has a semblance of control, too. They've even gone as far to ask for help from outside."

Jeep clicked his tongue reprovingly. "Desperation, a sure sign of it. So what do we do?"

"I'd recommend helping the loyalists out," Harry spoke up unexpectedly. "It used to be a professional army, so it's likely to be the most disciplined of the groups. Plus, there's none of that ideological bullshit to worry about."

"The guy who's currently in charge needs a new speechwriter, a makeover, and a good publicist," argued Ted.

"We don't have that kind of budget," Jeep commented. "Just replace the guy."

"That's a good idea, I'll put out a classified," Ted said. "'Emperor wanted for backwater third-world nation. Must be willing to get assassinated if required. Good pay, absolute power, no dogs...'"

They chuckled again.

"Well, it's that or the Hatarian nationalists," Harry continued—he had been reviewing the files—"and personally, I really couldn't stand those Hatarians."

"Yeah. Commies?—Steel and Fire's about as capitalist as it gets. Muslims?—They're not as fun to backstab; we'd be better off wiping them out, that way we can wage our guerrilla wars against real troops without that much of a cause to fight for." Ted marked something down on a pad of paper.

"So it's decided?.... Right! We'll meet up within missile range of the place, then," Jeep said.

Less than a week later, so fast did the well-oiled Steelian war machine move, all three taskforces were in the water, bound for Demon 666. All they sent to herald their coming was a brief message to the Emperor informing him that they were stepping in to restore order and establish the rightful government; a message vague enough that it could refer to just about anything. Packed aboard the ships were a million-plus Marines and their armoured and artillery support; this would be their battle, although the thousand-odd ships backing them up couldn't hurt. Well, hurt them.

OOC: Sorry to see you go Demon, the Shalrirorchia/You war with *certain member name deleted* was great times.

Amor

Aides bustled carrying papers, coffee, and various supplies to whoever needed them. Yesterday, Masumichi had appointed a Cabinet, and had ordered them to continue business as usual. The bureaucracy had remained intact, and it got to work in Amor and the surrounding areas.
Masumichi sat back and examined a map. The top priority right now was to exterminate the liberals at Tarentum and unite the Old Empire. After he did that, then he could mobilize the whole army and crush the Hatarian rebellion.

The buzzer rang.

"Admiral Kuroame is outside, requesting entrance."

Masumichi was puzzled. The Navy's top commander seeking him? What did he want?
"Let him in."

Pointcare bustled in. His normally pale face was red as a tomato, and it was clear from the expression on his face that he would like nothing more than to get his huge muscular hands around Masumichi's neck. Not even bothering for greetings, he went straight to the point
"WHY IN GOD'S NAME DID YOU SEND THAT MEMORANDUM ASKING FOR HELP?!?"
His roaring could be heard outside the office, and various people scooted carefully away from there.
Masumichi was more than surprised.
"Well, our army isn't capable of defeating all these forces, so I thought to ask for help."
"THEN ASK FOR HELP FROM OUR FRIENDS, YOU DUMBFUCK! GO TO EZALTIA, GO TO THE PEOPLE'S FREEDOM, GO TO SKGORRIA! BUT DON'T ISSUE A GENERAL DECLARATION! THAT'S JUST ASKING FOR AN INVASION!"

"Well, it's too late, I've already sent it."
Pointcare swelled up, now assuming the shape of a tomato, as well as its color.
"But if you're so opposed, watch up what they're up to. If I'm correct, two nations have already decided to come, and I have to admit, one is decidedly hostile, and one I'm uncertain about its intentions.
But that will come later. Pointcare, take your surface ships to Tarentum. We will raze that city to the ground if that's what it takes to defeat those Communist bastards."

Pointcare glared angrily, and thn stalked out.

Malthus Cruonis smiled this was a tremendous opportunity. The Privateering companies in the Commonalitarianism had lain fallow for a long time. They had been doing simple guarding operations, protecting merchant ships, helping clear salvage, discouraging pirates in the Commonalitarianism waters, and occassionally seizing enemy ships that wandered into Commonalitarianism waters for profits.

Malthus smiled, "One mans fortune is another's disfortune."

The opportunity for rich booty was too much for the mercenary and privateering companies attached to the Ming Syndicate and the International and Undersea Recycling and Salvage Cooperative.

The fast agile cruisers, speedboats, helicopter carriers, and gunships moved into the Demon 666 waters attempting to capture and seize tankers, fishing boats, cargo ships, and police boats. There were a few frigates and destroyers of older model which they kept as command ships.

They quickly attempted to take several harbors near the coast where they could expand their operations looking for island redoubts.

Whatever they couldn't capture, they would turn into salvage, raiding coastal towns and stripping everything to their bare bones.

They would attempt to buy any hostile resistance, offering them a second chance looking for corrupt naval ships and police ships.

Piracy ahoy...

The only problem was that there weren't very many large surface ships in the Imperial navy, aside from aircraft carriers and the small Pepper boats.
While all the surface ships had been sent to Tarentum, Pointcare had ordered the massive submarine fleet to patrol for enemy ships and sink any they could find.

Beijing, China (OOC: The Imperial Empire's territories consist of Eastern Russia, Eastern China(the non-mountainous part), Korea, Japan, and Taiwan, for those who want to know)

The last Imperial garrisons surrendered, and with much fanfare and rejoicing, the Hatarian Republic was declared. Although it only consisted of China before, many began making speeches declaring that the Republic grow back to its old size and power, while others hotheadedly declared that the old Empire should be conquered. However, for now, no direct action was taken, as many paused to loot and pillage those who had collabrated with the old regime.

"So, where to start?" Palmer asked himself.

He felt a little like a child with a new toy; one with a large number of moving parts. There was the city of Tarentum, home to the communists and currently under attack by the Imperial Navy; some western mountains, in which resided religious fanatics; a large southern area in which resided Hatarian nationalists; and finally the 'home front', as he dubbed it, which consisted mainly of the capital and surrounding territory controlled by loyalists.

To all who saw him he appeared by turns stern, pensive, and displeased; this was a sure sign he was intensely happy to be out on the open seas again, bringing his guns to bear against another enemy. Still almost a thousand nautical miles from Demon 666's borders, with the vast blue expanse of the Pacific Ocean extending on all four sides, he and his fellow commanders were planning their assault.

"I say we start at Tarentum and save them a lot of trouble," General Parker's voice came over comms.

General Potter was the one to respond. "They're already attacking Tarentum; why bother? Let's head somewhere else; for instance, China's not looking too loyalist right now."

"China's declared independence," Parker said. "I don't think anyone recognises its independence, but it's independent. And it's claiming it plans to re-establish a Hatarian state."

Palmer abruptly turned back to comms. "That's quite enough reason to attack it, though. Isn't it?"

"We all remember what Hataria was like," commented Potter. "No matter who was in power, it would continually be going around nuking people for no good reason, attacking a variety of nations, building improbable superweapons, and attempting to conquer anyone it didn't like. Not the kind of nation we really want to see around here."

"Give us too much competition, would it?" Parker said.

Palmer grinned. "All right, then. JTF 12 will assault China."

"JTF 15's with you," Potter said.

"Meh," Parker grumbled. "All right, but we go after Tarentum next."

"If you say so."

It took several hours for the massive fleet to reach missile range. When it did it ground to a halt; in the skies, the bomber fleet that the Three P's had ordered deployed passed overhead with a mighty roar, leaving the fleet behind and being reduced to specks on the horizon within seconds. Palmer left his office and went up on deck to watch the unforgettable sight of the Steelian Fleet opening fire.

The first stage of the attack would be mounted by the fifty Blackamar-class missile cruisers. As Palmer watched, carefully adjusting his noise-cancelling headphones, the lids of their first two rows of vertical launch cells lifted as one with an eerie groan. For a second there was silence as the firing patterns were fed into the computers. Then the air was filled with the sound of expanding gas, ballooning into a mighty explosion as, in plumes of fire, five hundred SSM-71 missiles roared into the sky, popping up to give the fleet clearance and then descending to skim a few metres above the sea. Even as these missiles were fired, the next two rows of vertical launch cells were opening; and less than ten seconds later, the explosion repeated itself as another five hundred missiles ignited their first stage engines.

Palmer watched until all of the cruisers had expended the first of their four 5x10 VLS blocks; a total of 2,500 missiles expended so far. These were big missiles, each one capable of putting a sizeable hole in a supercarrier and outright sinking most ships of battlecruiser size and below; even the missile cruisers, designed for carrying lots and lots of punishing ordnance, rode low in the water with a full complement, and their top speed could be reduced by as much as four or five knots. Palmer went below once more to review the essential information; according to the trajectory, they would pop up once more when coming within range of their targets, in order to be able to descend at a near-vertical angle to render air defence less effective. Those targets were bridges, airfields, powerplants, military bases; virtually anything of strategic value aside of the cities themselves.

The cities were reserved for the bombers.

Escorted by sufficient fighters (as is usual), the bombers were to travel to within 200 nm of the Chinese coast; each one carried twenty-four missiles, and would use twelve of them, making for 2,400 missiles in all. There were two major types of missiles used against cities in Steelian doctrine. One of them was a cluster missile, exploding over its target to spread HE bomblets and shaped charges everywhere. The other was thermobaric, containing fuel-air explosives. They were loosed at the same time into virtually every major city within reach.

At the same time, it was General Parker's duty to deliver the declaration of war. It arrived precisely thirty seconds before the ship-launched and bomber-launched missiles hit their targets.


Official Communiqué to Whom It May Concern, Beijing

Please be advised that your illegitimate "Hatarian" state is currently at war with the Republic of Steel and Fire. That is all.

General George E. Parker, JTF 8, Steel and Fire
on behalf of the Council of Twelve, the Triumvirate, and President Louis Charlesworth Silbane

Given that the best the "Hatarians" had this part were some people armed with AK-47s and M-17s, the result was widespread pandemonium. The air defenses were non-existent, and so the rebels felt the complete and total wrath of the bombardment, with tens of thousands dying immediately and many more to come. Panic spread everywhere.

Meanwhile, the surface ships had arrived at Tarentum, and thus began bombardment. However, they had arrived too late; the liberals had overthrown the Empire and declared a Socialist Republic of Kamchatka (OOC: Tarentum is located where Vladiovostok is located). However, casualties were high.
Despite this, the liberals set to work forming a Council, with Poraka at the head. Decreeing a Revolutionary Army, Poraka decided to march on Amor and conquer all in their path. Fairly well armed, but poorly supplied, and little in the way of armored vehicles, a massive army of over 250,000 set off for Amor on foot.

Masumichi regarded the bombardment with mixed feelings. He had already regretted calling for general aid, and he silently wished that he had done what Pointcare had suggested and call for aid from the Empire's friends. But what was done was done.
The threat in Tarentum had to be taken care of first, and so for the moment Masumichi dispatched 1000 of the elite Blackwolf Guards in secret to Tarentum, where they planned to spread a campaign of sabotage, fear, and destruction.

While the navy focused on the Hatarians and China, the privateering companies moved in to attack Japan attempting to take the smaller islands where they hoped they would meet little resistance. The boats moved into waters where submarine fleets would have a hard time operating.

There was little or no navy to protect the Japanese boating industry, The Commonalitarianism privateers focused on choking off the food and oil supplies in an attempt to force surrender of more of the islands. They attempted to capture cargo ships and oil ships moving in and out of Japanese waters.

Then a push was put under way by the Ming Mercenary Syndicates which were better armed than the privateers. They attemepted to sail in heavier boats seizing harbors, systematically destroying ships that showed any resistance with cannons from destroyers and frigates.

Some of the frigates who were not careful would succumb to submarine warfare.

"This is going to be too easy," muttered General Potter under his breath. Hataria had only been a few hours independent, and thus no air defences existed; the area was razed to the ground. As the air began to clear, he ordered his bombers to perform another bombing run. The missiles and bombs that rained down this time were mainly napalm, flooding Northern China in literal seas of fire. Meanwhile, the Steelian fleet continued to move closer.

An aide spoke in Potter's ear. "General, important news!"

"What is it?" Potter asked, his impassive face settling upon the aide.

"A new front's been opened.... the rebels at Tarentum have organised an army and are marching on Amor."

"Already?" Potter sighed. "It's been only a week since this whole brouhaha started. You can't tell me that the Imperial Army's falling apart this fast?"

"That's certainly what it looks like, sir."

"Damn it all! How large is this rebel army?"

"It looks to be quite large, sir.... I'd say at least two hundred thousand men, although without too many armoured vehicles, and I'm not sure how well they're trained and equipped. They may be professional soldiers or merely a mob of angry citizens."

Potter almost smiled. Almost. "Excellent. Drop in a few HARE units, and let Generals Palmer and Parker know; I expect they'll do the same."

"Yes, sir." The aide departed.

Several hours later, a group of transport planes—quickly informing the Emperor down below that they were friendly to avoid being fired on—began to unload their cargo around the perimeter of the city. The HARE (Hunter, Assault, Reconnaissance, Expedition) units were the most elite soldiers in the Steelian war machine, and today they were in their Assault mode; their heavy armoured suits looked like they had come straight out of Starship Troopers, and their assault rifles were half as large again as those borne by ordinary soldiers. With them were a variety of portable artillery pieces: from small 20mm autocannons and 24mm recoilless rifles to 120mm field guns on wheels.

Altogether, ninety HARE units were deployed, each consisting of eight men and varying amounts of artillery. A pittance, perhaps, against the 250,000 men advancing towards them; or perhaps not. Strike fighters would be there to provide air support in less than an hour; discipline and superior tactics would prevail over numbers, as the Steelians had always believed they would. The HARE units remained slightly distant from the Imperial Army units defending the city itself; they set up along the hills near the city, attempting to keep to the high(er) ground and the advantages it would bring.

Hatarians panicked, as many forgot about their new government and now turned attention to surviving and trying to fend off the planes. Some people found SAM shoulder-mounted missile launchers from Imperial garrisons and took shots at the planes, while some attempted to activate the official defenses, including the Gattling Guns. However, thousands of people were dying every hour.

Masumichi was irritated with the Steelian force. His Army could take this bunch easily, and now they were going to get in the way.
Mobilizing 50,000 men from parts of the Empire, he ordered one group to head north in an attempt to outflank the liberal mob. Champion and Deathsbane tanks, supported by motorized infantry would wait for the mob to appear.
However IAF planes would have to be diverted, as Stingray planes began to focus on defeating the pirates who were taking advantage of the instability.

OOC: I'll be going to Florida on friday for several days to watch some damn shuttle launch. You guys might want to know....


Here in FL. My vacation has been so awesome, I've seen the light. I'm never coming back here to talk about... what the hell are we talking about in this forum anyway?


p.s. I may be a "Gaming Master" but I'm a "Forum Retard" for leaving my login credentials stored in a public computer at the hotel.

Mondothian Government-In-Exile Territory, former staging point 112
The tiny island was almost invisible under the mass of ships that represented the last vestiges of Mondoth's former government's power. With the loss of the revolution, Loyalist forces had followed the remains of the Stanwin administration to a former emergency shelter, once designed to house the government in the event of a nuclear war.

News trickled into the offices of Mondoth's exiled leaders and when word of the collapse of the Empire finally came, they saw a chance to gain some land for the refugees and to establish self supportive industries.

The Marines and Naval personnel were permanently on board their vessels, not having room to disembark on the island for any length of time, so mobilizing the former republic's military was quick and easy, leaving only a single response fleet to defend the exiles.

With little defense left, the mercenary syndicates and privateers acting together concertedly, they attempted to enter Tokyo and sack the city, they took jewelry, precious metals, and electronics, emptied the central bank vaults, forced the turnover of major research data from corporations and universities, and stripped many industrial factories.

The stripping of wealth was ruthless and orderly and mapped out in a neat fashion. They filled dump trucks and big rigs with loot and brought them to the waiting cargo ships they had captured filling them at the harbors.

The privateers were were disciplined. They didn't drink or whore when looting and worked in teams systematically identifying their targets.

Not wanting to anger the emperor and have a total revolt on their hands, they were orderly enough to leave the National Museum and Imperial Palace alone.

The Commonalitarianism Privateers and Mercenaries begin to see the first sign of enemy aircraft. They unveil their antiaircraft guns on some of the privateering ships, slightly modernized L60 Bofors 40 MM Automatic Cannons, and 20MM machine guns, a few SAMs, nothing fancy, but reliable equipment which can be purchased easily by mercenary companies or privateers. Their larger guns, mostly 155mm cannons can't really hit aircraft.

OOC: Aw, shit, if this thread isn't dead, my going to watch Endeavour launch took longer than I thought.
I'm currently writing in the hotel, and I'll be home tomorrow.