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Consular Office
Aedifices Parliamentarii
Kensington, British Londinium
0900 hours

Minister of Foreign Affairs Cecilia Belladini walked briskly to the subdued wooden door that led to the Consul's office, her black heels clacking against the hard floor. She smiled tersely at Liz, Sir Alistair's personal secretary, as she opened the door.

"Good morning, sir," Cecilia said as she took a seat on the other end of Sir Alistair's glass desk. She set a thin white binder on the desk and slid it towards the Consul. "Today's foreign affairs updates."

"Tea?" he asked succinctly.

"Yes, please, Alistair," Cecilia said warmly. Sir Alistair picked up a silver tea kettle and poured some Earl Grey into a Byzantine china tea cup as Cecilia continued. "The Soviets have created a new alliance, Wanderjar and The PeoplesFreedom have had some sort of row, and North Calaveras has invaded some tiny little country; I believe it's called Mesotarian."

The Consul's lips pursed as he heard the last bit of news. "With the Sons of Lenin, I presume?"

"Naturally, sir," Cecilia said, taking a sip from the cup Sir Alistair presented to her.

"Action must be taken," he said. "It is groups like the Sons of Lenin that ensure that socialism is not taken seriously by the world." The Consul paused to drink a taste of his tea. "I could crush North Calaveras like an ant. But, it would be too easy. Vengeance is a dish best served cold. I'll bide my time until... oh, what the hell, I'll just crush them like an ant. Inform the War Ministry that yet another invasion is in the works."

"Right away, sir," Cecilia replied.

***

Official Londinian Communiqué

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To the North Calaveran government:

British Londinium is most displeased with your overthrow of the Mesotarian government; we do not look kindly upon behaviour that is little better than state-sponsored terrorism.

With that in mind, the People's Sovereign Republic hereby declares war on your pathetic, penurious excuse for a nation. You have twelve hours to surrender before active combat operations begin. Failure to do so will result in your extermination.

Sincerely,
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The Rt. Hon. Sir Alistair Davidson, MP
Consul of British Londinium

OOC: Feel free to use South Calvaeras, the part I control, as a staging point.

OOC: Excellent. Does anyone have a map of either South or North Calaveras?

OOC: It's essentially S. and N. Korea I believe.

OOC: It's essentially S. and N. Korea I believe.

OOC: Correct.

OOC: For lulz, here is the song playing at the palace: it's the song played in the restaurant in the film Brazil

Praetorial Palace, Vetalia City

Quiet lounge music from the dining room filtered up to the Praetor's office as he sat reviewing the news from British Londinium, some sort of cheery tune popular in Vetalia these days. A group of military officers were holding some dinner or another for a retiring comrade, and as a good friend of said retiree the Praetor gave them the honor of hosting their dinner there. After saying a few words, he left to deal with the North Calaveras business, having the his effective majordomo, the Proconsul of State, to host the rest of the dinner.

He smiled, knowing that the British Londinians meant it when they declared war on a foreign power...and their wars always meant something good for the nations that were involved. Perhaps there was something in it, a section to administer or another pin to add to the map of Greater Vetalia. Lifting the receiver of the high-security phone to Kensington, he called and waited for the phone to be answered. When it was, he spoke.

"Sir Alistar, It's Praetor Melnikov. I must admit, your recent action against North Calaveras is a bold move, and we support you 100% in this matter. Our forces and our civilian transportation are both at your disposal if you need them to resolve this matter quickly. We could spare millions of men and a thousand ships to take care of this matter, and leave behind a quarter million for occupation.

I'm sure you already know we're looking for a piece of this country after this is taken care of, but we're always willing to lend a hand to our allies."

OOC:
If you need help BL, i'll be there. I'm sick ICly of nations like NC doing this type of stuff.

OCC: to think, i thought you were my ally Vet

Im sorry to bust your balls but there was no overthrow. We just peacfully turned into a new governement. The sons of lenin gave me 10 IBCMs. The feeling of power is great. None of the less, this talk of war should stop ASAP or a nuclear or conventional warfare may occur.

Thank You, El Presidenta

PS: Mesotarian is not a puppet government

OCC:nations like me doing this kind of stuff, can you give me an exapmle of me doing this before?

As an ally of British Londinium we are willing to help out in whatever way possible to end the meance that we call North Calaveras.

Aimless von Strangaild, High leader of Zackaroth.

Im sorry to bust your balls but there was no overthrow. We just peacfully turned into a new governement. The sons of lenin gave me 10 IBCMs. The feeling of power is great. None of the less, this talk of war should stop ASAP or a nuclear or conventional warfare may occur.

Thank You, El Presidenta


OOC:
That after your government signed a treaty in which it forbid nuclear weapons. And I wouldn't call peacefully the way things went.

Consular Office
Aedifices Parliamentarii
Kensington, British Londinium

A small hologram of a young woman flickered to life on Sir Alistair's desk. "Mr Davidson, phone call for you from the Vetalian prætor," it said. "Shall I route it to your office?"

Sir Alistair nodded as he picked up the phone sitting on the glass surface of his escritoire.

"Good to hear from you, Mr Melnikov," he said in his best diplomatic tones. "And how lovely to hear that Vetalia stands behind the People's Sovereign Republic. Yes, any troops you can spare are welcome, though it might be interesting to make the Calaverans think they have a chance at winning. But I'd much rather crush them with overwhelming force. Thank you, Prætor, for your assistance - you can be assured that Greater Vetalia will expand significantly after the completion of Caramel Teacup."

OOC: NC - RP instead of bitching OOCly.

Mesoterian Pallace

7 A.M.

The El Presidenta woke up with his political advisor shaking him. His maid made him English tea and a classical breakfast. "It is merly 7 A.M. comrade, why wake me," Presidenta asked. The advisor spoke ," rumor is that British Londinium is waging war with our allies of the SOL". "Those SOBs, why mess with a superpower with nuclear weapons and a disposition agianst the democracy," Presidenta spoke. "I dont know sir, but your generals want a meeting at the operations room in the bunker". "Fine, take me to there, I want some answers".

Operations Bunker

8 A.M.

The El Presidenta came in with his usual uniform and sat down in his head chair. The supreme commander of Mesotarian forces said ," Sir, war has been declared. We beleive that a nuclear exchange has not occured but a keen eye on the developing situation is required". Presidenta siged and said," lets contact our freind North Calaveras and see what the hell is happening". The Political Adviser dialed the sattilite phone and the waiting music began.

Itaca, Ravea
Watchguard Citadel, Upper Levels

The room was small, even cramped, and the lights were unnecessarily dim. Four shadowy figures sat around a round table taking up most of the space in the room; these four individuals, known as the Knights to those who were aware of their existence, were the true power holders of Ravea, and their stronghold, on the upper levels of the massive fortress-capital of Itaca, was the stuff of legends. Here was where the armies and elite spy agency of Ravea were directly coordinated from, where the downfall of dozens of tyrants had begun.

A gruff voice cleared its throat and spoke haughtily.

"Let's get on with this, gentlemen." A female voice across the table gave a slight squeak of indignation. "And lady, sorry," the first voice said quickly. "As we're all already aware, this mess with the Sons of Lenin have gotten completely out of hand. British Londinium's issued a statement of war, and North Calaveran is likely to be eradicated." Low murmurs echoed around the room. "While it might be overkill, I believe we might as well support British Londinium's operation. There could be quite a bit to gain from all this. Charles, alert the heads of state. We're going to war."

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Official Telegram
To:British Londinium

We at the Ravean Authority, having already gotten somewhat involved in the Mesotarian incident, would like to inform British Londinium that Ravea is fully capable and gladly willing of joining any military operations against North Calaveran. Please take this fact into careful consideration; if you accept, all Ravean military and espionoge forces will be at British Londinium's service.

~The Ravean Authority

Kashingrad: NC captial
At her desk Kash's attorny sat and picked up the phone: Hello comrade, state operator speaking.

"Wonderful. We can send you 3 million of our troops, including armor and artillery, and an escort of up to 1,500 combat ships, nothing too heavy, but enough to take care of the problem. After the war, we can provide up to 500,000 for occupation duty and we'll probably build a naval base in the region for Northern Command."

"I will get this approved by the Ministry of Defense, a bureaucratic formality, really, and we'll be en route to South Calaveras for movement towards the North by nightfall. "We'll be more than ready to take care of them...

...and if any nation thinks it can use nuclear weaponry and get away with it, we'll unleash hell on them. If needs be, we can authorize full mobilization for use against anyone that declares war on us. I shall go prepare the documents now. Good evening, Sir Alistair."

The Praetor pressed a button built in to his desk. Like the Consul, his office was equipped with hologram technology, and soon the image of a man dressed in the gray of the Vetalian Army appeared. "Yes, Praetor?"
"Marshal, I am planning to send 3 million troops and 1,500 ships off to North Calaveras to aid the Londinians. I take it you can get the paperwork taken care of?"
"It will be stamped in an hour, sir."
"Good, good. That is all."

The image flickered and disappeared. The Praetor reclined in his chair, staring at the domed roof of his office. The interior had been painted with a map of Vetalia, which he had expanded to include various new colonial possessions. I'll have to get that retouched, he thought with another smile.

El Presidenta was desparate for information, immediatly after the phone was picked up he screamed, "I MUST TALK TO THE COMMANDER OF North Calaveras". "Please Hold," the operator said. The redundent waiting music began agian.

Kash got the phone: Yes is this the Mestorian goverment?

OOC: BL, if you do invade NC the Hegemony will have to declare war on you, and I really don't want to be dragged into another war.....

OOC: BL do you have MSN?

OCC: Er, Vetalia, I'm with you and BL, not against.

OOC: Oops...it's now retconned.

OOC: BL, if you do invade NC the Hegemony will have to declare war on you, and I really don't want to be dragged into another war.....

OOC: And you think he cares?

OCC: this is funny, every war ive had has been defensive, and they think im an aggressive nation.

El Presidenta thought it was the operator and was about to release all hell on her when his excelency finally picked up. "What the FUCK is going on, I heard all hell broke loose,". "Sir", the supreme commander said, "all forces are ready and the nuclear launching complex has been contacted". "good," Presidenta said and paid attention again to the phone.

Kashingrad: NC captial
At her desk Kash's attorny sat and picked up the phone: Hello comrade, state operator speaking.

OOC: NC - there's a communiqué I sent you that awaits a reply, and I can't very well proceed with the RP until you do so.

Official Londinian Government Communiqué

To Ravea:

I thank you for your offer of aid. However, we must, respectfully, decline. Whilst we would not dream of dictating to Ravea their foreign policy, we cannot see a need for additional troops in a conflict which will most likely be a 'pushover'.

OOC: BL, if you do invade NC the Hegemony will have to declare war on you, and I really don't want to be dragged into another war.....

Please Lord Sumguy, don't do it! Seriously, Im already in a bind.

check your tg's

Kash: Comrade calm down, i havnt heard that we are going to war: he turned to one of his officers: Bring us to red alert:he turned back: I have orderd red alert, now dont get touchy with the icbms.

Operations Bunker

10 A.M.

The militry commanders were debating if were prepared for war. The politcal and other advisors were in the debating room, discussing what communism will do to the country but El Presidenta was going nucking futs over the phone. The maid came with some pills saying "sir, they are your temper pills". Thanks, said Presidenta.

OOC: And you think he cares?

OOC: considering he's supposed to be one of our allies, yes.

OOC: considering he's supposed to be one of our allies, yes.

Keep that shit in the OOC thread.

Kash got the message and replyed


The people's communist state of NC is prepared to defend itself from your aggressive show of force on the people of this country, we are waiting for you.

the defence network was going nuts, bombers were being scrambled, and men were being put into service.

Presidenta asked agian in a nervous manner ," what is going on comrade, what should I do?". An officer of Presidenta came and said ,"Your Presidency, we have 30,000 troops, 5,000 tanks, and 400 aircraft ready for anything". " is my entire army ready,? he asked. "No sir, he replied, that is only 3/4 of our army". Presidenta once again went on the phone.

Kash: There's no way you can help us effectivly at the moment, just barricade your country, make as impenetrable as you can.

[SIZE="1"]To Ravea:

I thank you for your offer of aid. However, we must, respectfully, decline. Whilst we would not dream of dictating to Ravea their foreign policy, we cannot see a need for additional troops in a conflict which will most likely be a 'pushover'.

Official Reply

Understood. We would still like to offer the use of the Authority itself, however; the Authority, in it's true form, acts as a complex espionage and assassination network spanning the entire globe. Such a force may be needed to avoid a possible nuclear exchange; the Authority would strike at heads of states and generals rather than military units and installations. "Cut off the head and the body will die," as it is sometimes said.

Still, it is up to British Londinium to decide what role Ravea plays in this operation. We wish you the best of luck.

~Ravean Authority

"HIT THE PANIC BUTTON", the presidenta said in his loudest voice. The supreme commander got out the armegedon keys and unlocked the Panic Button. Seconds after it was pushed, everyone in the room went into maximum overdrive. Everyone was on the logistics of country defence mode. Mean while, all over the country. Sirens blasted, arm your weapons and be ready for orders. Jets scrammbled, militry forces headed straight for the border, and the IBCMs were ready for launch. All militry forces on vacation were back on duty, a draft was created, and the National Reinforcement Emergency plan occured where city gates closed and the entire nation went into martial law.

Alert military(one that is operating at the moment)

5 million of the people's army
2 million Revolutionary guard(marines)
2,000 Redops
6 million revolutionary youth
20,000 SOL T-62
10,000 SOL GNC-5 IRON CURTAIN tanks
200 MiG-29
50 H-6 Bombers

SIC

Encrypted: Code BLACK
From: Shadowy Government Offical
To: Shadowy Government Offical in BL
We Support British Londinums War again NC; NC has been under watch for some time and are known supporters of Both Commie and Islamic Terrorists and the sooner they're finihed with the better. While we understand that you likely have more than enough troops for the job at hand we are willing to Donante 5000 BGM-01 Waraxe (http://z6.invisionfree.com/Acids_RolePlay_Board/index.php?showtopic=5)Cruise Missiles for the war effort if the people of British Londinium could be so kind as to send back combat data of how these Missiles performed in actual battlefield conditions.

- Name Withheld

The red phone of doom rang in the ops center. Presidenta was terrified to hear it. He picked it up and the MSIA (Mesoterian Spy and Intellegance Agency) was on the other line. Yes, the presidenta answered. "Comrade, our agents are ready to begin the terrorism operations to our enemies", an unkown voice answered. "your saying, it is time to create terrorist cells," presidenta answered. Yes, the voice said and then said ," we just need the delivery of our dirty bomb suitcases,". "Yes sir," the presidenta answered. The phone abrupty hang up. "All hell has broken loose," he declared to his loyal staff in the bunker. "Be ready for the biggest war yet," he said gloomily.

Ministry of War
Kensington, British Londinium

"Fools," laughed War Minister Elliot Crompton as he read the poorly-typed Calaveran response. "Do they not remember Cazelia? That debacle'll look like a tea party once we've annihilated their putrid nation."

Sir Alistair Davidson said nothing as he gazed at the large display at the front of the Ministry's command and control centre. He swiveled to face Elliot. "How soon will our forces be in position to attack?"

"Almost immediately," Elliot replied promptly. "The 3rd and 4th Fleets, in addition to the 9th, 15th, and 21st Legions, ought to reach Calaveran beaches within the hour."

"Excellent," was the Consul's sinister reply. "I do not trust these Calaveran types to refrain from utilizing nuclear weapons. Inform all units that Condition 1SQ has been set - the release of nuclear weaponry has been authorized."

"As you wish, sir."

***

Near North Calaveran waters

The massive Londinian armada sailed steadily towards the nation of North Calaveras, the gleaming bows of its vessels piercing the waters. As soon as they were in firing range, a hundred Storm Shadow cruise missiles were unleashed, all of them aimed at vital government and military buildings.

anti missle systems set in place since the first tpf/nc conflict easily took care of the incoming attacks

20 Typhoons now knew where the fleet was, and started firing at the carries, 20 Kirov Battlships appraoched the attacking fleet.

OOC: Typhoons are ballistic submarines, not attack subs, NC.

The enemy Typhoon submarines were quickly attacked by over several dozen Astute-class attack submarines, which fired hundreds of acoustic homing torpedoes at the Calaveran submarines.

On the surface, Type 45 destroyers unleashed a deadly wave of anti-shipping missiles, whilst their 114 mm cannons relentlessly shelled the oncoming Calaveran surface vessels.

The NC navy could and would not be able to hold out long, in minutes they lost 25% of there fleet.

10 H-6 bombers started there bombing runs over the carriars(sp) and ships(they were scrambled before you showed up), along with 50 MiG-29 firing at the destroyers.

SIC:
To: Consul Sir Alistair Davidson, MP
From: Pres. Aaron H. Preston

Although officially we take no stance on your actions in Calaveras, unofficially I must say that your actions have aroused some interest among Congress. We don't quite know what to make of this, and will monitor the situation closely. I beg of you however, do not make the same mistakes as you did in Cazelia. When the war is over, we would like a small region to administer and rebuild before repatriating it to Calaveras. The Prestonian military is somewhat of an old hand in nation rebuilding, having cleaned up after you in Cazelia. As such, you can be assured that any administrative district given to Prestonia will be made better than it was pre-war.

Yours,
Aaron H. Preston
President of Central Prestonia

"horrible news," the supreme commander said. "Whats up ?" Elpresidenta said. The supreme commander paused and said," I just got off the phone from North Calaveras Central Command, those Bastards, the British Londinium have created a massive invasion against North Calaveras. The use of nuclear weapons has still not been detected". The Presidenta asked ,"Is our entire army ready?". His officer said yes with 15,000 vehicles, 100,000 infantry, and our new navy of 100 patrol boats. "Anyways its time to hit back, make it happen," Presidenta ordered. "Yes Sir," The supreme commander said.
"Set the countdown to 15 minites, I need Permission from the great one," the el Presidenta said.

Nuclear Weapons Launch Site

3 P.M.

The launch site director was waiting for hours when the call finally came. "Is it time," he asked. No, answered the supreme commander. "Set cordinates for 2 IBSMS on attacking fleet, 2 at major British Londinium cities. Save the rest for later," The commander additionaly ordered.

The First Minister of Weccanfeld looked out across the Heah River, and admired the view of the city in the sunset hours. Lights were beginning to turn on. It would not be long before the city of streams went into night mode.

‘And to think people wanted to destroy this…’ he shuddered at the memory of the Alestra crisis. It could have been a normal war. But the maniacal leader of Alfegos wanted to sacrifice millions, possibly billions of lives for a damned battleship. But it was over now.

He was about to turn in for the night, when the phone on his desk began to ring. He picked up the phone, and asked:

“Hello, Joahnathon Cromtoan here, I presume this as a SOB?”

“Yes. Sir, guess what? Some damned commies have nukes despite saying they’re not going to have them. Plus, it seems it’s going to be a pushover for the countries that are attacking the nation. A bit of military success should help. And it should show the students the error of their ways. Your call sir.”

Joahn contemplated this for a moment. Another war might mean more nuclear near-misses. But he had been assured that the SDI programme had been tuned up a little, plus MAD was going to offer some reluctance to the attacking nations. And of course, it meant good stories for the populace to be told. And that was good.

“Make the call”

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The docks of Heahburg saw hundreds of thousands of troops board transports headed for Calveras, and jets flying above. And on a balcony overlooking this, two men were talking. The Field Marshall of the Army, and the First Minister himself.

“I have a feeling that we won’t have to fire a shot to win this, if the NC leader isn’t stupid. Maybe the jet might have to fire a missile or two, but save from that, this should be okay. Did you send a communiqué?”

“Yes. I have a copy right here if you’d like to take a look at it”

The general looked at the piece of paper he had been passed:

Dear North Calveras:

Your recent actions, especially the ones concerning the proliferation of nuclear weapons, have been noted by our government. We do not like nations who throw nuclear devices around like balls, and therefore, a task force had been sent to your nation. Exact statistics have been withheld; however, we can tell you that more than a million soldiers have been sent to participate in the invasion and probable occupation of your country. With are giving you a chance to surrender before we attack, which personally I advise you to take.

First Minister Joahnathon Cromtoan CoH

“Interesting.”

“Indeed. Now, we’re going to be fighting alongside socialists here, so remember, we’re nationalists, not fascists. And don’t go committing war crimes galore either. And see if you can win some big battle. Maybe take a city or something. Something that will make the front page”

“But sir, whatever happens, it will make the fro…”

“I mean, imagining that the newspapers are not owned by us.”

“Oh, of course. It shall be done”

“Make sure you have an escort as well. Cruisers, destroyer, attack subs, FACs, the works. I don’t want the fleet sunk while it is halfway there. You know what will happen if it does”

“Of course I do, very well sir. To war it is.”

“To war it is.”

(OOC: I don’t like to specify exact numbers, so for now I’m going to say I’m just saying I’m sending 1.5 million troops. If you want to know where I got them from, they're from Wakenfield, not Weccanfeld)

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Encrypted Official Communiqué

To Central Prestonia:

Very well. After our invasion, we will be sure to set aside land for your nation to occupy and rebuild. Though I can't imagine why you'd want to rebuild.

***

Fifty MiGs? thought Fleet Admiral Iunctus Bæbius, as he watched several hundred Eurofighter Typhoons open fire on the miserable Calaveran excuse for an air force.

The bombers did cause some damage, though, destroying sixteen bomber aircraft still on the flight deck. Various anti-air missiles were launched in retribution.

The El Presidenta realized that it was 10 P.M. He let his supreme commander take over while he slept for the next day. He worriedness over his country and region were out of control. Already starting to hullucinate, it was time fore bed. The President retired to the underground bedroom and slept.

Crystal Peak: ICBM cammand center

The NC missle defence system was now fully operational and ready to deliver, primary targets were being put on a widescreen and known enemy locations were give by satalite.

the 50 migs were destroyed, the 5 bombers got away, the rest of the NC airforce stayed home.

Out in the Ocean; the moonlight paled down onto the water; a ship The Liberty stood tall against the night it was an old sailing type vessel truly a rarity in the modern age. The captain stood on the observation area looking out at the ocean in its calm all encompassing glory; they truly were in the middle of nowhere. He wore a long dark coat and a flat cap that came down over his eyes.

"Casper!" a young sailor shouted breaking the calm silence of the night.

"Yeah? What is it Ronald" the Captain; Captain Casper Flaming replied in his thick Irish tone

"Sir Orders from the barn; We're to bring them religion" Ronald the Cabin boy or more burly and muscled man replied quickly. The Ship was registered out of South Calaveras by a private investor with no ties to any government agency and all communications were sent via scrambled satellite signal to a nearby submarine and then transmitted via low frequency encrypted FLASH action messages to the ship. In short if NC investigated afterwards it was untraceable to Animarnia in any way and on the off chance the ship was traced it would lead to South Calaveras instead. The Captain nodded and entered his office; opening up a Laptop he tapped at a few keys and issued orders.

In the Darkness of space; the vast endless void a weather satellite long inactive and baring the markings of The Fighting Stars; a relic of when that nation still existed in the developing world. Long since cut off from its command centre and forgotten suddenly became active again as it started to received encrypted orders sent from The Liberty. The Satellite was actually not a Weather Satellite or even TFS in Origin but instead a God Rod Satellite armed with 32 Telegraph pole sized Tungsten tipped penetrating rods. As the Satellite started to Reposition itself in the order of things it blew off its covering plates to reveal its hidden and deadly cargo.

Receiving targeting Data for a large Airbase and Naval Port in Mesotarians; with a target lock confirmed; Thirty Two Semi-guided Tungsten Rods were deployed from the Satellite towards its target. The hot pillars of metal were near impossible to intercept and were easily capable of each raising a city block to its foundations; as they screamed faster and faster towards there targets leaving behind a distinct red trail from the extreme heat. The God Rods entering terminal phase deployed Aerfins to altered there trajectories and guarantee target accuracy the targets consisted of Runways, Hangers, Dock Facilities, docked ships, Ammo depots, and Airbase control towers. It was almost a guaranteed certainty that the base would cease to exist; to add insult to injury the Satellite that launched the Rods started to drop itself out of orbit its ammo supply spent it raced towards Mesotarian where it would slam into the capital building at full speed likely to obliterate it and a city block around it along with any evidence...

George Black would indeed be happy

The fleet en route to North Calaveras was massive, a force meant to so utterly crush hostile resistance that it would not have a chance of standing against the Vetalians once they were entrenched. The command center for the northern naval and army group would be established here and would be used to cement the force projection of the armed forces in the region.

A single dispatch was sent to the North Calaveras government:

We offer the North Calaveras government one chance for peace and one way to prevent the devastation of your land and people. This is nothing less than the complete and unconditional surrender of your forces and government to our forces or those of our allies.

We will immediately disband the NC government and install our own occupation forces in the region for reconstruction and conversion as per our needs. Further demands will be made as we see fit.

Refusal to surrender will result in full military retaliation. This is your last chance to avoid war and to preserve the lives of your people

The ships continued on their course, drawing ever nearer to the foreign coast. All things equal, they would be there in a matter of days.

Ministry of War
Kensington, British Londinium

"What's this?" asked Minister of War Elliot Crompton as he perused a live satellite feed of a known Calaveran strategic missile base. "Their silos are opening, as if they're preparing to fire."

"How astute," said Sir Alistair coldly. "They're waiting for us to land troops, at which point they'll detonate tactical devices on the beaches and, at the same time, attempt to overwhelm our anti-ballistic missile systems."

Elliot nodded in agreement with the Consul. "Listen up, people," he said, addressing the Ministry personnel. "Activate all ABM satellites, forthright. Prepare ground based missile defence systems for immediate action. Focus our defences around Kensington, Montparnasse, Glascovia, and Argyll - but don't fucking skimp on the rest of the country."

Crompton then picked up a red phone sitting on a desk nearby.

"Strategic Rocket Forces, this is the Minister. Authorization from the Consul to fire at designated target list...No, don't have mercy...Yes, I'm aware that many nukes could be considered overkill. Call back once all missiles are launched."

As the Minister hung up the phone, the room suddenly was illuminated by a ghastly blood red glow as a vaguely melodic, feminine voice ominously stated, "Condition 1SQ has been enacted. The release of nuclear weapons are under away."

The front display showed twenty-seven thousand flashing red dots flying towards North Calaveras - each of them representing a separate nuclear missile.

TO: ALL ATTACKING NATIONS

How can we stop this war from going further?

TO: ALL ATTACKING NATIONS

How can we stop this war from going further?

OOC: You had your chance, it's too late now, buddy. Eat missiles.

the order was given, ALL NC military units were to stand down and do not engage enemys.

The coastal defences fell silent and daily life was normal again.

SECRET IC:
SCENE: Situation Room, Imperial Palace, Shaz City, Shazbotdom
(3:17pm)
The room was at full aleart. Combat simulations were being run on the mainframes and being displayed at a few consols across the room. Grand Admiral James E. Rockenbach was in the back office with the big window overlooking the main room. He heard of the incident with North Calaveras forcing a small nation to change their government and join an alliance called the 'Sons of Lenin'.

He then turned to the assistant who was standing to the left of him.

"I want a full status on the conflict, in my office, and I wanted it damn well 10 minutes ago!"

He then turns around and walks out the back door, back to his office down the hall.

SCENE: Supreme Emperors Office, Imperial Palace, Shaz City, Shazbotdom
(4:46pm)
George was looking over an invitation to the local sporting event. He was due to be in the owners box with several key figures in Shazbotdom society today. But there was a knock at the door suddenly, which brought him out of his throughts.

"Come in."

Rockenbach walked in. He just came from his office with the latest intel on the situation developing with North Calaveras.

"Sir. Battles have begun between North Calaveras and British Londinium. The 4th HAVOC Fleet is roughly 4 hours away as it was already near Mesotarian. I've sent them new orders to prepare for anything out of the ordinary, and if needed, they'll be ready to move towards NC. A large squadron of Thunderbolt's are being prepped for launch from the carriers in the group. They can be our forward assault group."

George looked down at his desk and then looked back up at Admiral Rockenbach.

"Alright. Divert the 4th Fleet to the region. I want them on high aleart. Give the Admiral of that fleet full authority for anything that occurs. I don't want any more decisions to be brought to my attention from now on."

"Yes, sir."

the order was given, ALL NC military units were to stand down and do not engage enemys.

The coastal defences fell silent and daily life was normal again.

OOC: No, it's not. I launched 27,000 nuclear missiles at you. Please RP them. Now.

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the missle silos began to close.
bright flashs erupted around NC million upon millions of lifes went dark.

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Official Communiqué

To the North Calaveran government:

You have already lost this war. Your nation, if it still exists, is little more than radioactive plate glass and rubble. Millions of lives have already been extinguished in our nuclear inferno.

We do not wish to prolong this war. You are hereby ordered to surrender unconditionally to the People's Sovereign Republic at once. You have already seen what we are capable of, and what we are willing to do.

Sincerely,
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The Rt. Hon. Sir Alistair Davidson, MP
Consul of British Londinium

no response was sent to BL from the communist party.

The Praetor received word of the strike within minutes of its occurring. As a precaution, the SRF's mobilization level was upgraded and ABM satellites put on alert for any potential counterattacks from NC allies. He had personally taken cover in the bunker system below the palace, an incredibly luxurious and highly safe compound built in years past to protect against a nuclear strike.

"Sir, we're getting reports of a massive nuclear strike in North Calaveras...British Londinium appears to have glassed them. 27,000 warheads were detected by the SRF."

"Well, what to do...there's no chance in hell the North Calaveras government will keep fighting, even if they survived the blast. Get me the phone to Alistair."

"Yes sir"

"Alistair, this is Ivan. What happened over there? I have to admit, way to take care of the problem, but it's going to be damn dangerous for anyone near that area for a while. Still, we're patient enough to clean up that plate glass...I guess we'll just have to be careful for a while. I can spare plenty of forces and protective gear to clean the place up, but I wonder just how dangerous fallout will be for South Calaveras.

Oh well, problem solved is problem solved. We'll start unloading forces in South Calaveras and then send some cleanup crews and radiation-shielded troops to survey the area and get an idea of what's left.

And I thought we were really overkilling them...ah well, what's done is done."

The Praetor smiled again. Not only did they win the war, but they won the war without losing a single soldier...and all using BL weapons to boot. It was going to be a good week.

OOC: 27,000! Holy Crap I am seriously impressed! Are those MIRV's too? if so how many per Missile? just curious..

IC:

Animarnian Strategic Weapon Deployment Monitoring Command was quiet; it was essentially an easy job for junior or retiring officers to either ease them into the armed forces or out depending on position and age. Today; it was the former as Junior Office Janice Archwright was sipping a cup of freshly made coffee playing chess with her fellow officer Jack Kent; it was then out of the blue that every klaxon in the base went off into over drive as the Display lit up like a Christmas tree. Literally thousands of red Dots; twenty seven thousand if you were so inclined to count them all headed towards NC.

To say Janice's jaw dropped would be a vast understatement; This was only the second time she'd seen an entire country get glassed off the map and she watched with awe as NC disappeared under a wave of nuclear fire. The satellite image blinking out briefly from the mass EMP and frying 3 Surveillance Satellites in the area; the image returned when an unaffected Satellite brought the image back on line.

Above North Calaveras

A lone F-35 jet streaked over the Calaveran skies, in which the spectres of death still loomed, embodied in the wraithlike mushroom clouds sprouting from the destroyed remains of the nation's once bustling cities.

"No perceived enemy air traffic," radioed the pilot over Act III, Scene 1 of Turandot, his favourite opera. "I repeat, area seems to be secure."

***

An hour later, several AC-130 gunships flew towards the Calaveran capital, one of the most heavily hit areas. Anxious gunners, clad in radiological protection suits, scanned the environment with their Gatling guns.

They flew in formation over the city, as loudspeakers mounted on the tailfins blared a prerecorded message.

Attention, attention! This is the People's Sovereign Armed Forces of British Londinium. We mean you no...additional...harm. We wish only to assist the survivors of the nuclear strike.

We will be landing at the city airport. Please report there immediately in order to be evacuated to a safe location.

***

"Good evening, Ivan. I'm afraid I got awfully carried away with the nuclear warheads. It's been a terrible week - still recovering from my wife's death. Anyways, the fallout problem for South Calaveras has received some serious attention from this government, let me assure you. We'll be sending in the majority of our radiological clean-up crews to the area to assist."

the city was filled with body's as the radioactive fallout killled almost everthing in the city.

a single encrypted message was sent to all sons of lenin nations.

THE SONS OF LENIN IS NOW HANDED OVER TO ITS MEMBERS STATES TO DECIDE WHO WILL TAKE CHARGE

Over North Calaveras

The British Londinians were not alone in their hunt for survivors. Hundreds of helicopters from the Vetalian carriers were launched to hunt for survivors, shielded against the intense radiation. It would be several weeks before they would even risk sending shielded ground troops in to the area, and for now the goal was to find anyone left and immediately airlift them for treatment.

However, the devastation was complete. Few, if any structures remained and the land was utterly destroyed by nuclear fire. Hope was slim for any survivors.


By order of the Vetalian government, we are now the legitimate administration for affairs in the territory alotted to us in the peace settlement with North Calaveras. The government has pledged $50 billion per year in nuclear cleanup and environmental restoration funds and we will be responsible for managing the civilian and economic reconstruction of the country.

Any concerns can be directed to Viceroyal Praetor Sergei Virichev and his government, currently based off of the coast on board the superdreadnought VS Solovey.

Death toll: 90% of NC population wiped out, number is rising due to fall out.

OOC: BL, you have an important TG. Thanks.
SIC
War Office Briefing Room, Palace of the Revolution Underground Bunker Complex
Murphy seemed busy tonight. Yes, General Secretary Charles Lind was certain that a seemingly-omnipresent lay wise man named Murphy had been burning the midnight oil yet again demonstrating his Law to the world. Charles' thoughts ran thusly. It never fails! No sooner do we try to help our ally survive and the right faction in a vicious civil war win, then idiotic wars like this happen! DAMN! Picking up the secure teletype, he figured it was time to issue some statements.

EMERGENCY SECURE COMMUNICATION...
FROM: General Secretary Charles D. Lind, USSW
TO: Consul Alistair Davidson and Whomever Else it May Concern, PSRBL

Frankly, what are you doing yet again? Although I admit North Calaveran actions do seem particularly irresponsible of late, irresponsibility alone is not a reason for glassing. And, as Head of State and Government for one of the founding nations of our shared alliance, of which your nation is still proving itself as a member, I must take situations regarding potential breach of UFAN code seriously. Can you explain, in detail and with appropriate intelligence feeds please, your reasoning behind the mass nuclear strike on North Calaveras? And most especially, how you intend the post-defeat Calaveran people to be treated?

Thank You,
General Secretary Charles D. Lind

Soilders in Zackaroth where running to TVs everywhere. Just a few minutes ago they where getting ready to ship out to help the British. That order was canacled. All over the news where reports of the massive amounts of devastation and destruction. Any North Calavera in Zackaroth where immediately given free passes into hotels all across Zackaroth until relocation could be found for them.

The High Leader sat in his office. " The UFAN is not gonna like this...he didn't have to glass the country. Taken out the captiel yes. Not destory the damn thing...." he said rubbing his temples. He hoped to God that British Londinium would have a good reason to explain to UFAN , if they asked, for killing millions and millions of people.

the TPF/NC DMZ was as silent as could be, no life was present on either side of the fence......

National Cathedral, Sumguaia:

The Archbishop of Sumguaia sighed as he read the paper, and called a number on hi cell phone. "Get every available man outside of our military wing over to North Calaveras immediately. I want every missionary in this nation to get over there now."

Hours later, nearly a million missionaries of vaarious religions boarded planes for North Calaveras, loaded down with releif supplies of all kinds and radiation cleanup equipment..

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Official Communiqué

Open Declaration:

The People's Sovereign Republic is aware of Article III of the UFAN charter, and is in full compliance with it. The article states that "if a UFAN Member has solid, clear, consise and unbiased evidence to suspect they shall be struck by a WMD within the near future", the release of nuclear weapons is permitted. Satellite intelligence (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12958227&postcount=49) indicated that Calaveran missile silos were opening and preparing for launch against targets with British Londinium. Coupled with the activation of their ABM network, which we took to be done in anticipation of retribution upon the release of Calaveran missiles, I feel that we were completely justified in our release of nuclear weaponry, and have not violated the letter of Article III.

We have also not forgotten the innocent civilians in North Calaveras. Aid programmes will be launched immediately; however, foreign aid workers must receive permission from the Proconsul of Calaveras Londii to enter the Londinian sector if they value their lives. Please direct all queries to the Calaveran Proconsul Office, located on the destroyer LVS Suicidal Insanity.

Sincerely,
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The Rt. Hon. Sir Alistair Davidson, MP
Consul of British Londinium

Official Prestonian Statement

I speak on behalf of my nation and the peace-loving world when I say I cannot believe the magnitude of the attack on North Calaveras. To put things in perspective Consul, the attack registered a 3.8 on the recording station in St. Andrew's Richter Scale. Said station is 1200km away from Calaveras. We had hoped that his war would be fought conventionally. Failing that, we had hoped that any nuclear strikes would be tactical in nature. We did not expect glassing. The issue of the colony we requested is now irrelevant. Whether you wish to give us land or not, we will aid the people of Calaveras. The women and children of the cities you attacked did not deserve this fate Mr. Davidson. We hope you have the humanity to aid what is left of the nation.

Pres. Aaron H. Preston

OOC:Would anyone mind if I gave aid and take survivors and treat them.

Over North Calaveras

1,000 British red cross planes flew over North Calaveras ready to deal with any situatuation that war could put them though. They were wrong when they said that, just as they looked over the place had been destoryed. Nothing was there only the dead and destoryed buildings were left. The doctors and red cross worker teams wouldn't give up until they could save as many lives as they could. The planes landed and the teams got to work.

OOC:Sorry for the crappy post. My next one will be more detailed.

General Government of Vetalian Calaveras

We will aid all remaining North Calaveras citizens in order to ensure the full recovery of their economy and environment under our administration. The legal and political codes of our territories will be integrated in to the standard structure of Vetalia and all residents will have the option to become citizens of Vetalia if they so desire.

In addition, any and all state-owned property in our territories will be privatized and a free market economy constructed.

The President and the Chiefs of Staff watched the satellite feed impassively, as flashes of light and fire consumed Calaveran cities. The video cut off abruptly in a buzz of static. The President leaned back in his chair and rubbed his eyes.

"Well. Well then."

"Sir?"

"Oh dear."

"You got that right," muttered General Avery, commander of the Strategic Missile Forces. "We don't believe there is any apparent threat to the Federal Republic, but we're stepping up our alert a bit, just to be safe."

"Good-oh... well, that's what happens when you launch first-strike nukes. Two nukes, for crying out loud. BL is up to its old tricks, but I can't really blame them for this one. We would do the same."

Avery raised an eyebrow. "Two nukes. Would we, sir?"

"Perhaps not," allowed the President. "The Londinians are overzealous as always, but if you judge by Hamilayan military doctrine, they're well within their rights. Pity about the civvies, though. Poor bastards."

Air Chief Marshal Chartrand, Avery's superior, shrugged. "It's always a pity. Not much one can do, is there?"

"Indeed. It would seem that people are getting rather annoyed with the Londinians, though. Perhaps we should draft a statement. We are supposed to be allies. Fletcher?"

The Foreign Minister grimaced. "Rather distasteful, glassing. Still, we can't encourage upstart little states lobbing nukes here and there. Yes, I can do that."

"Make it so. General, what about an imminent nuclear threat to British Londinium? Should we back them with our missile defences?"

"You'd think so, but no. Perhaps later. However, I don't see why we shouldn't offer them the GSMDP, if we're drafting a statement anyway. Minister?"

"Yes, I'll put that in too."

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Official Statement

Whilst the Federal Republic of Hamilay does not condone mass nuclear strikes, we stand behind our allies in British Londinium and understand the reasoning behind their actions, although they may have been somewhat hasty. North Calaveras was the first to arm their nuclear weapons and have paid the price, though the death toll is regrettable. The PSRBL is within their rights to launch a retaliatory nuclear strike, and irresponsible use of nuclear weapons by North Calaveras and other nations around the world should not be encouraged.

R. Fletcher
Minister for Foreign Affairs and Trade
Federal Republic of Hamilay

ENCRYPTED POSTSCRIPT
The Federal Republic of Hamilay offers to realign our strategic missile defences towards British Londinium, in case any allies of North Calaveras see fit to retaliate against the People's Sovereign Republic.

OOC: Yes, I would, mainly because you didn't seek permission from the Proconsular Office in the area.

OCC: I never fired a single nuclear missle

Hillary was on a hill looking at the damage that was done, Charlesburg, Peterson, Kashingrad, Tuscon, gone. She was to young to understand what the light meant, and the mushroom clouds, she was just a farmer girl, he parents visited Tuscon and never came back.

Official Diplomatic Telegram:
To: Peoples' Sovereign Republic of British Londinium
From: The Free Empire of New Vantania
The Free Empire of New Vantania would like to send aide workers to the nuclear hellscape known as North Calaveras.

Official Reply to New Vantania

Due to your membership in two alliances that have atrocious relations with BL, your request is denied.

The nation of Zackaroth would be willing to send aid if British Londinium permits it.

Aimless von Strangaild, High Leader of Zackaroth

The nation of Zackaroth would be willing to send aid if British Londinium permits it.

Aimless von Strangaild, High Leader of Zackaroth

We welcome your aid.

Ministry of State

On behalf of the Vetalian government, we request that negotiations begin on the division and occupation of the remains of North Calaveras. Already we have begun transmitting funds to the region for the cleanup and rehabilitation of the country, with the intent of restoring at least some habitability as soon as possible.

We are more than willing to move forward on the matter, for the good of North Calaveras as well as the good of the nations involved in this conflict.

SIC
Reading the Londinian communique, he had to admit it; their lawyers were good, although his gut was rumbling in a bad way regarding their end of this. "Can't afford a hand-wringing scandal while people are dying though..." Whatever was done in UFAN over this, letter of the law or spirit of the law prevailing, helping the Calaverans came first. Charles set to typing his first open communique about this matter.

IC
Official USSW Communique Re: Defeat of North Calaveras by Massively Disproportionate Nuclear Preemptive Strike
I won't lie; the law is as inconvenient as it is necessary, people. According to the Articles of the United Federation of Allied Nations Charter that I have inquired with Kensington about this night, they seem to have had some justification for a preemptive strike.

Note that I say 'some', since what has been disclosed to me could be as consistent with a silo-based ABM system as preparations for a nuclear strike. Indeed, my nation operates just such a system even now; although our silos open quickly enough to be ready for use only after valid incoming ICBM threats have been detected with high confidence in our surveillance measures' accuracy. Hence, I sense two nations may have let the situation run away with them here; rather than grasping it and acting sensibly as is the duty of statesmen. Above all, I must strongly emphasize that the lengths to which Londinian preemption went are in my mind abhorrent; even if, in letter-of-law terms, capable of justification given the right arguments in the right time and place to come.

Still, war itself is merely various kinds of state-sponsored death; each as abhorrent as the other to any sane person. Hence, before I indulge in talk of sanctions, I must ask the Proconsular Office of Calaveras Londii to allow Wagdian civilian aid workers, plus military security and NBC-recon specialists into the area. This way, we can help the survivors remain so and deal with the repercussions of this horrific conflict when that time comes; as, assuredly, it shall.

In Regret and Resolution,
Charles D. Lind,
Commander-in-Chief, USSW War Office
Party Secretary, Wagdian Revolutionary Party
General Secretary, USSW Revolutionary Command Council

Military Airbases Across Wagdog...
As if the airlift to deploy to Wanderjar and/or The People's Freedom weren't enough, standby orders to send ten battalions each of Red Army medical personnel and MPs were forcing a portion of the transports to change loadings and mission. The NBC recon variant DOZOR-B light trucks would be first in, as a natural precaution, followed by the docs and MPs to wage that fateful race against time and radiation. So far, Wagdog was well behind in that...

ironically, NC's nuclear silos are still there, just need to be captured.

To: Proconsular Office, Calaveras Londii
From: Fdm. David G. Oliver, Chairman of High Command

We request to send 10,000 military and 5,000 civilian aid workers from the UFAN Rapid Response Force to provide humanitarian aid in Calaveras.

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Official Communiqué

To Wagdog:

Wagdian civilian aid workers, military security and NBC-recon specialists will be permitted access to the Londinian sector of North Calaveras. Please bear in mind that, though you are a fellow UFAN member, we expect to be expelled from the alliance within the week, and thus, your personnel will be under observation at all times.

Sincerely,
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The Rt. Hon. Sir Alistair Davidson, MP
Consul of British Londinium

so im going to to get shattered into differnt sections.

IC:

General Peirce, West, Kane, and ambassador Natillia lifted off in a jet liner headed towards Wagdog, there closest ally, hopefully, they could talk things over with the Wag politicians.

To: Proconsular Office, Calaveras Londii
From: Fdm. David G. Oliver, Chairman of High Command

We request to send 10,000 military and 5,000 civilian aid workers from the UFAN Rapid Response Force to provide humanitarian aid in Calaveras.

Permission granted.

SIC:
To: British Londinium
Subject: Real Estate
After the recent opening of Real estate in NC; the state department is currently optimistic about buying some Coastal land of say 5-8 square miles for a Forward Naval and Air base. We can pay $100 Billion for the land; plus $50 over the next five years in Radiation Clean up; plus $10 Billion Per year in Rent to British Londinium though of course some of these numbers are negotiable.

Animarnia is quite apt in Radiation clean up and can have our area habitably again within 6-7 years with the use of Radioactive Absorbent Sludge and Anti Radiation Medicine. With permission and agreement to a contract we can begin at once.

OCC:Am i even going to have my own country?or peice?

i tged you wagdog.

OOC: Replied NC; did it go through?:confused: Anyway...

Skies Between North Calaveras and Wagdog
Colonel Aaron 'Aragorn' Ellington of I Fighter Wing, First Red Army Air Force was really not liking his tac-callsign now. It was supposed to denote his resemblance to the character, but what he had to do if he read his orders right seemed more for Boromir or the like. Ah well. Ellington knew there was nothing for it until the Party bigwigs sorted out just what to do with their latest inconvenient choice of an ally. "Attention North Calaveran Airliner, please state your business. You are trespassing into a military air route being used for a humanitarian aid mission. State your business please, and this can stay friendly-like; over?" His Southwestern-style drawl could put people at ease often enough, which he was aiming for in spades now what with it being needed like nothing else.

He lumbered his FA-15D Cardinal, already on its second midair refuelling, into position. Wagging his wings to get the pilot's attention visually, Col. Ellington left nothing but his twin 30mm cannons armed; if nothing else, he was going to show the Londinians proper control-of-force measures. Of course, his thoughts ran to the other end of that now. Tell that to the Calaveran survivors; I'll bet they're mighty pissed right now. The transports airlifting in the medical and recon and MP battalions to the various Londinian-permitted bases were about to land, and any 'incidents' had best be dealt with quietly before the prudent fighter escort I Wing had drawn duty for would need to head back home...

OCC:ya i got it


Pilot: This is the NC airliner Marathon1,we have aboard 3 generals and one ambassador, we request to land on your airfield, they are none left in North Calaveras.

Maj. Steven M. Preston, callsign Demon, had just finished escorting a C-5 laden with men and supplies to it's destination at what was left of Kashingrad International Airport when he saw the Wagdian plane attempting to get the airliner's attention. Manuvering his own F-35 into position, he wagged his wings to get both the attention of the Wagdian and the wayward airliner. After a few attempts to find the other pilot's channel, he was successful. "Comrade, this is Maj. Steven M. Preston, callsign Demon. Have you been able to get the attention of that airliner? It seems a bit suspicious, a civilian jet operating after something like this. Recommend you keep an eye on him Comrade, he's probably just lost but you never know."

Meanwhile, in the city of Kashingrad, the UFAN Rapid Response Force was unloading the plane. They were clad in HAZMAT NBC gear, and the radiation meters were clicking nonstop, registering as much radiation is the inside of the Chernobyl reactor. The soldiers were formed up and set to sectors of the city, now more a pile of rubble than a city. Meanwhile the civilians would work setting up a decontamination station and aid center for any survivors. While the troops had brought along meals and water for 100,000 people, they did not expect to find nearly that many. The Londinians had been as ruthless here as they had in Cazelia, causing many a hardened veteran to weep at the ruthlessness of the attack. This would be a long day.

out of a bombshelter in Kashingrad came 10 soldiers in full hazmat gear, armed with AK-47's they raced and approached some of the RRF: Hands up dammit!!!

OCC:ya i got it


Pilot: This is the NC airliner Marathon1,we have aboard 3 generals and one ambassador, we request to land on your airfield, they are none left in North Calaveras.
How did I know it? Still, Col. Ellington had his duty. "Sorry, but negative Marathon 1. We can confirm Prestonians, friendlies to us both mind, are operating at Kashingrad Interational. Please switch to your secure channel at this frequency..." Ellington datalinked the frequency to Marathon 1 so as not to broadcast it in the clear.

Maj. Steven M. Preston, callsign Demon, had just finished escorting a C-5 laden with men and supplies to it's destination at what was left of Kashingrad International Airport when he saw the Wagdian plane attempting to get the airliner's attention. Manuvering his own F-35 into position, he wagged his wings to get both the attention of the Wagdian and the wayward airliner. After a few attempts to find the other pilot's channel, he was successful. "Comrade, this is Maj. Steven M. Preston, callsign Demon. Have you been able to get the attention of that airliner? It seems a bit suspicious, a civilian jet operating after something like this. Recommend you keep an eye on him Comrade, he's probably just lost but you never know."

Meanwhile, in the city of Kashingrad, the UFAN Rapid Response Force was unloading the plane. They were clad in HAZMAT NBC gear, and the radiation meters were clicking nonstop, registering as much radiation is the inside of the Chernobyl reactor. The soldiers were formed up and set to sectors of the city, now more a pile of rubble than a city. Meanwhile the civilians would work setting up a decontamination station and aid center for any survivors. While the troops had brought along meals and water for 100,000 people, they did not expect to find nearly that many. The Londinians had been as ruthless here as they had in Cazelia, causing many a hardened veteran to weep at the ruthlessness of the attack. This would be a long day.
Col. Ellington was glad to hear Demon. "Read you five-by Demon; this is Aragorn, though I must say I don't feel like a King today..." That was for sure. "This boy's supposed to be switching to this frequency," He datalinked it again to the Prestonian fighter, even as the nine other Cardinals in Col. Ellington's 1st Squadron, I Fighter-Strike Wing also took position farther out. "That way, I can get what needs doing done without anyone getting all nosey. Can you switch?" And again, Ellington waited.

Below, the scene awaiting the first NBC recon battalions rolling off their An-225 transports' monstrous ramps was like stepping before the gateway into Hell itself. Kashingrad was indeed a wasteland, and although meals for fully one-million were to be airlifted in ASAP the odds of finding that many diminished rapidly. "Still, gotta' try..." Major Bob Vartin began to set out in his DOZOR-B NBC-recon vehicle, radioing to the Prestonians, "This is Hotel-Two-One-Charlie-Hotel-Echo-Mike Lead; requesting any and all hot zones to characterize and flag for avoidance, or survivor zones to characterize. Over?"

The medical personnel were already landing behind, and Maj. Vartin didn't envy their task one bit. Their job was, almost literally, to keep the walking dead alive to the furthest extent of their mortal power. But all the same, it had to be done; everything UFAN stood for commanded it.

Somewhat shocked that there were any survivors, the team leader shouldered his gun and attempted to reason with the Calaverans. "Stand down, we're not with the occupation. We're here to rebuild, the rifles are just a formality. By the way, I'm Sargent Nikolai Romanov. Would you guys mind accompanying us? You know your territory better than we do, it would speed things up a bit. Also, we've got an aid station set up at the airport, in case you want a hot meal or a shower."

One of them broke down and cried: With what!!! there's nothin here:he waved his rifle around: its gone!, my son my wife!


Marathon switched frequenses: There comrade.

How did I know it? Still, Col. Ellington had his duty. "Sorry, but negative Marathon 1. We can confirm Prestonians, friendlies to us both mind, are operating at Kashingrad Interational. Please switch to your secure channel at this frequency..." Ellington datalinked the frequency to Marathon 1 so as not to broadcast it in the clear.


Col. Ellington was glad to hear Demon. "Read you five-by Demon; this is Aragorn, though I must say I don't feel like a King today..." That was for sure. "This boy's supposed to be switching to this frequency," He datalinked it again to the Prestonian fighter, even as the nine other Cardinals in Col. Ellington's 1st Squadron, I Fighter-Strike Wing also took position farther out. "That way, I can get what needs doing done without anyone getting all nosey. Can you switch?" And again, Ellington waited.

Below, the scene awaiting the first NBC recon battalions rolling off their An-225 transports' monstrous ramps was like stepping before the gateway into Hell itself. Kashingrad was indeed a wasteland, and although meals for fully one-million were to be airlifted in ASAP the odds of finding that many diminished rapidly. "Still, gotta' try..." Major Bob Vartin began to set out in his DOZOR-B NBC-recon vehicle, radioing to the Prestonians, "This is Hotel-Two-One-Charlie-Hotel-Echo-Mike Lead; requesting any and all hot zones to characterize and flag for avoidance, or survivor zones to characterize. Over?"

The medical personnel were already landing behind, and Maj. Vartin didn't envy their task one bit. Their job was, almost literally, to keep the walking dead alive to the furthest extent of their mortal power. But all the same, it had to be done; everything UFAN stood for commanded it.
"Roger that, I'm switching over now," Demon said as he changed his frequency. "Damn, what a wasteland. And to think at one time I fucking trusted the Londinians. Heartless bastards," he said, with a voice that was half anger, half sorrow.

Meanwhile, the commander of Prestonian UFAN ground forces had gotten the message from Maj. Vartin. "This is Maj. Dominguez, commander of the Prestonian UFAN RRT. We have confirmed survivors in the north and east quadrants, but to be honest I don't know how long they'll hold out. Classic radiation poisoning. I'd say anything south of the mall is no-go, we're getting readings off the scale there. Also be advised we are taking some resistance from Calaveran soldiers, they seem to think we're with the occupation. Tread carefully, over."

*Snip*


Marathon switched frequenses: There comrade.
SIC
"Beautiful." Ellington, like many in the Wagdian military that night, was glad something was actually going right for once. Now to help it along... "OK, as I said the Prestonians have Kashingrad International as their base; and we're operating with them. Now this isn't what I'd really like, but we may have to take your leaders into protective custody until we figure out just what we're going to do with those paranoid types over in Kensington. We can't rile 'em up before your people are even gathered up and treated right, so we can't let you have any 'official' exile or so. But in our custody, you should be safe from anybody trying to blend ya'." He didn't know if that would actually be done here, but given how far British Londinium had stepped yet he simply couldn't help the thought.

Preparing to turn, he asked of Marathon 1. "OK, we're ready to escort you on final to Kashingrad International. Just make to land and we'll follow you down, OK?" Hopefully, this could all be resolved yet as the medical teams began setting up shop down below.

OOC: You guys are also going to have to send relief to SC. All this radiation will screw them up as much as NC. I am posting tomorrow. Mass evacuations requested.

Pilot: Roger: the pilot turned and began to bring her down into Kashingrad international: Peirce looked out the window at what happend to the place he once called home.: the plane landed and slowed to a stop.

To: TPF/South Calaveras

We are prepared to deliver Mass Aid for your people; $1 Trillion Dollars worth of Food, Medical Supplies, Anti Radiation Medications and Radiation Absorbent Sludge to be Air dropped from C-130's, C-17's and TC-1 Thunderbirds. The Thunderbirds can evac 3000 people each a time to a place of your choosing. We are placing two thirds of our logistical air Corp at your disposal for this Crisis and several thousand aircraft can be deployed within hours. Though please note we advice TPF that North Calaveraians should not be allowed to board as we consider them terrorists

Pilot: Roger: the pilot turned and began to bring her down into Kashingrad international: Peirce looked out the window at what happend to the place he once called home.: the plane landed and slowed to a stop.
With everyone safely down, Ellington figured he'd done a good job for now. My boys can fuel up and get to home while some other squadron pulls this patrol, and hopefully these MPs can keep this on the DL. Now, he could only watch.

Major Richard Teigh walked up to the plane and waited. The sound of the doctors setting up their hastily-erected field hospitals on unused parts of the tarmac drove home just how ramshackle the situation here forced things to be. "I just hope they can keep things sterile..." He figured while whispering to no-one in particular that the medics could, but then again he was worlds away from them in specialty even if in the same Army.

New planes also dropped off civilian medical personnel to aid the Medical Corps types; by the thousands since this op needed everyone that could go, and that was that. "And the Colonel in charge of this Task Force with only six-thousand MPs plus NBC boys to keep this running. Great..." With that, he returned to attention and awaited the Calaverans to take in.

the three generals and ambassador exited the plane, they saluted Richard.

Peirce: Cammander of the NC ground forces.

West: Cammander of NC's naval forces

Kane: Cammander of NC's airforce

Natallia: NC ambassador.

the three generals and ambassador exited the plane, they saluted Richard.

Peirce: Cammander of the NC ground forces.

West: Cammander of NC's naval forces

Kane: Cammander of NC's airforce

Natallia: NC ambassador.
"Greetings comrades." And no, he didn't mind using that phrase now; whatever the Londinians might think if they overheard. "I must inform you that as allies of British Londinium under the United Federation of Allied Nations, I am obliged to take you into our custody since we're technically at war here." That sentiment stuck in his throat, since he remembered since his lieutenantcy the various times Wagdog had tried to keep NC stable and independent, most of which failed thanks to this nation's supreme talent for... well, 'angering others' as most would say; but he was able to continue.

"If you may please come with us, we'll make sure you're well accommodated in these few remaining hotels..." He nudged his head towards the Task Force HQ that had been set up in a hotel formerly servicing Kashingrad International Airport passengers or arrivals. "And that you remain in our custody until we've determined that any transfer would be appropriate or not. Basically," Teigh went informal now, "Come on in. There will be guards and yes, they will be armed; but this is what we in the Army like to call a 'McGuffin Solution'." He knew that would please General Pierce, Wagdian Red Army lore having already near-immortalized the Colonel Rose McGuffin who'd secured Pierce's surrender back during her time in Seventh Army; without a shot, and in a way that at least briefly secured the country's independence back from under The People's Freedom's noses.

Shrugging his hand in the direction of the hotel-cum-HQ, Teigh awaited the officers' reply. Not that he doubted what it would be, considering their position as even a blockheaded MP Major could; he just wanted to get this show on the road as quickly and quietly as possible so the real work of the aid could get going.

They followed the Major

Pierce smiled remebering Rose: What has become of her comrade? Is there a chance i could see her again?

They followed the Major

Pierce smiled remebering Rose: What has become of her comrade? Is there a chance i could see her again?
Maj. Teigh smiled momentarily too, for the flame-haired Colonel was a legend in the service. But it faded as the truth hit home. "No, she transferred out of her unit in Seventh Army long ago, and I haven't heard of her myself since; went into some real black-ops type stuff from what I know. All that secrets and living off the land and stalking around stuff; scary man, I'm just a cop ya' know?" You didn't have to be fearless around someone, or even their legend, to admire them after all.

Taking them through the remarkably-intact hotel entrance, the lobby having been commandeered by the one Staff Battalion sent to oversee this little operation way out where, Teigh led them up to the middle floor. A precaution against any assault from either below or above, which given the eerie pronunciations from Kensington that scuttlebutt had made ten times worse seemed a good idea in spades. At rooms 407-410, he watched as a full squad of twelve MPs at various points on the floor saluted. "Here are your accommodations folks; just step on in and get comfy, we'll get your baggage up by the supply people before too long and set to guarding you."

Knowing that they'd accept, he went to the squad commander Staff Sergeant Miguel Ansaldo and ordered, "No transfers are to occur for any reason without Colonel Dergrast's approval, understood Sergeant?" Dergrast was the staff officer in charge of the relief operation, and generally a capable officer even if clearly a desk-jockey by nature.

After the guard saluted, Major Teigh felt safe in returning below to resume commanding his particular battalion's larger operations. The ambulances were starting to move out towards places the NBC recon guys claimed survivors were, and so they would be needful indeed; as would MP vehicles to protect them from any survivors who might turn hostile. The big machine that was Wagdian aid to North Calaveras had begun in full swing, and hopefully more would be found than seemed likely.

Also, more rumors were flying about that aid to South Calaveras was imminent, although the civil war in The People's Freedom would make that chancy until SC's political alignment became known. All told, Wagdog might be best off sticking to NC aid for a while. Especially since hope seemed to be just sprouting again there, even if through very dangerous ruins yet. We could use more good news like what we managed here in my outfit just now, ya' know General Murphy sir? Leaving that thought to himself, Teigh stepped into the elevator and went down to where he was needed.

OOC: NC, TG. Thanks.

OOC: Wow, a lot has happened...

The task force was a quarter of the way there when they received a message from command:

NC nuked, war is over before it begins. Two thirds of force to return, one third to continue. We are seeing if we can gain land for base.

To the present government of North Calveras

As you may or may not be aware, we were sending our own task force to North Calveras. However, recent events have seen the rouge government defeated. However, we are interested in purchasing a coastal patch of land to build a forward military base. The associated patch of land would be cleared up by us entirely. Please inform us that the aforementioned proposals are in order, and we can discuss exact figures.

The El Presidenta coughed and woke up in a makeshift hospital. "What the hell happended," he asked. "Several bombs were launched from appearently outer space and destroyed the pallace," his political adviser said. The El Presidenta was in shock of this news. "Even worse sir, the British Londonium have launched a massive nuclear strike killing most of North Calaveras population. We cannot get any communication". For now, Mesotarian was paralyzed with fear, waiting for a nuclear holocost of their own. Shortly after news spread that the war was over and the countries that participated in North Calaverast destruction were rebuilding North Calaveras, the fear of death ended.

Mesotarian, I think this is only the begining of it.................

After previously expressing concerns at the behaviour of the Sons of Lenin group, Bostopia feels obligated to aid in the international effort against them.

As such, we would be able to provide any troops, NBC equipment or other materials as required, and are awaiting any requests from friendly nations.

Regards

Field Marshal Richard Bairnvale
Bostopian Armed Forces

Official Prestonian Statement

Effective immediately, the landmass within a 25km radius of Kashingrad is hereby declared a UFAN Protectorate. This designation means that while we do not own the area per se, the UFAN will take upon itself the responsibilities of administrating and rebuilding. For the duration of the rebuilding, the area will be designated the Kashingrad Protectorate. For health and security reasons, any persons wishing to enter or leave this zone must declare themselves with either the Prestonian or Wagdian commands within the area. To the Calaverans, we point out that we come not as occupiers but as rebuilders intent on making a stronger Calaveras rise like a phoenix from the ashes. The protectorate is a mere formality; it ensures that should the Londinians expel aid workers, we still maintain an area to provide humanitarian aid to. Therefore, please welcome this temporary situation as a new hope for Calaveras.

Justin M. Gannon
Vice President of Central Prestonia
Prestonian Ambassador to UFAN

It was an amzing delicate morning where this makeshift hospital stood. The landscape was beautiful. The city was in site, Presidenta could see all of the lights turning off for people to take in the natural Mesotarian sunrise. Undeniably, the smoke column from the downtown government buildings was horrible to watch. Presidenta stared at the city, and saw his airforce move quickly over the city on their emergency patrol. "Is the supreme commander here," Presidenta asked. The Political advisor answered ,"No, he is dead". The Presidenta was immediatly enraged and ordered his advisors to main militry base just outside the city.

Mesotarian Capital Defence Base

9 A.M

The newly redisigned command center was ready for the tasks at hand with its communications room and for the first time windows but they were all closed with shudders of 8 inches steel. As first buisness, The Presidenta asked for a moment of scilence for the supreme commander and to all who have died in this bombing. The Presidenta began to speak. This bombing is an outrage! We will not accept forein aid from those countries promising to rebuild North Calaveras. The new supreme commander asked ," Sir, is it time to hit back". Presidenta answered "Maybe, but if North Calaveras did not launch a retalitory strike we will not either. Commander, undo the panic button and let the country continue to fix its internal issues. Political Advisor, find the leader of Calaveras and tell me if he suvived. Oh, and call the embassy for British Londonium. They will answer to me for what they done to Calaveras. Anyways put the nukes back in the bunkers". With those orders the staff were busy agian. El Presidenta left the room only saying he is visiting his city.

Mesotarian Capital Downtown

12 A.M.

El Presidenta took a normal cab to visit the site. Many of the survivers of the blast were on emergency beds barely lifting their heads seeing the El Presidenta. Smoke was still in the air as the fire crews were barely bigging to control the fires. He looked at the police line with almost a hundred people gathered trying to get through to see if their loved ones survived. He continued to walk towards his pallace. Soot covered the buildings and the streets were flooding with water from the hoses. He quickly arrived at the blast site seeing a huge crater and some ruins of his ex-pallace. By then, everyone saw El Presidenta and were cought by suprise. He went up to the fire cheif and asked if he could see the remains of his pallace. The cheif answered "Im sorry Sir, the area is too dangerous". Seeing enough the El Presidenta got back into the cab to return to the command center. Everyone could hear him say ,"Those bastards, retribution is at hand".

Official Prestonian Statement

Effective immediately, the landmass within a 25km radius of Kashingrad is hereby declared a UFAN Protectorate. This designation means that while we do not own the area per se, the UFAN will take upon itself the responsibilities of administrating and rebuilding. For the duration of the rebuilding, the area will be designated the Kashingrad Protectorate. For health and security reasons, any persons wishing to enter or leave this zone must declare themselves with either the Prestonian or Wagdian commands within the area. To the Calaverans, we point out that we come not as occupiers but as rebuilders intent on making a stronger Calaveras rise like a phoenix from the ashes. The protectorate is a mere formality; it ensures that should the Londinians expel aid workers, we still maintain an area to provide humanitarian aid to. Therefore, please welcome this temporary situation as a new hope for Calaveras.

Justin M. Gannon
Vice President of Central Prestonia
Prestonian Ambassador to UFAN

Understood, we will send aid and builders to the region under your supervision.

Proconsular 'Office'
LVS Suicidal Insanity
Offshore North Calaveras

"Good afternoon, Proconsul Lætonius," said Joint Commander Tacitus, leader of the Londinian forces in North Calaveras.

"Afternoon," muttered Marcus Lætonius, Proconsul of the newly formed Calaveras Londii. "Damn, I miss my old office. At least in Damascus as vice-proconsul I had an office on bloody solid ground. And those fucking hippies in UFAN aren't making my job any easier."

"What do you mean?"

"They've declared Kashingrad a UFAN protectorate. That's in our fucking sector. Get your troops in there now. You know, the North Calaverans haven't technically surrendered. Kill anyone who resists...humanely. Firing squads will have to suffice."

"Right away. They'll be suited up and ready to go within the hour."

***

Kashingrad
Calaveras Londii

An unruly horde of steel landing craft cruised towards the Kashingrad port. As they landed, their doors opened, falling to the ground with a slam and a crunch. The city was a wasteland. Buildings had been vapourized in the blasts. Fires still raged, though, greedily consuming the meagre resources left to the Calaverans in the area. In many parts of the city, the only noises that could be heard were the wind blowing and Londinian tanks crushing glass and bones as they broadcast the same message, over and over:

Attention, attention. This area is now under the jurisdiction of the People's Sovereign Republic of British Londinium. You answer to us now. Resistance is futile.

The two hundred thousand Londinian soldiers, all clad in sophisticated NBC gear, meant what they said. The slightest hint of rebellion or discord would be put to an end, an end surely involving a bullet in the head.

Helicopters flew over the radition and debris land. The heavely renforced machine started to come up on the city of Kashingrad. Suddenly they got a message from the Commander aboard the small fleet carrying fleet Zackaroth had sent. " We are getting messages indicating that city is under UFAN control. But that clearly in the BL district. We shouldn't be in any trouble though since we got permission from the Londiniums and we are in the UFAN. Just keeping you update, over and out"

The copters flew out what was left of the city. " Oh my god" said some soilders while others prayed to there God. Not even the nuclear strike on Zackaroth a year ago was this bad. Imagine cleaning all this up. The city that was hit in Zackaroth still wasent safe to live in.They couldn't imagine how long it would take to clean this mess up.

After finding suitable spots to land the helicopter unloaded the men who formed groups. There where about 300 men total, all in hazmat gear. The radition dectors beeped like crazy causing some others to turn it off since you knew there was radition around from the collective beeping. Groups started to move out and comb the city for surivors while another big group stayed at the landing site and created a makeshift hosptial and care center. The soilders could already tell this was gonna be a long day.

El Presidenta arrived at the command center at the base. The commanding general greeted him and said, "British Londonium has given us live video feed from helicopters". Presidenta stared at the telivision watching the destroyed landscape. The air was red with nuclear dust still falling. The entire area looked abandoned. "Are these the remnints of the capital," Presidenta asked. "Yes," the general answered. "Call the UN and British Londonium, I want to press charges for this horrible attack. They may be helping rebuild the country but they still destroyed it", Presidenta ordered. The general sighed and picked up the phone. He had a lot of phone calls to make. "What about the terrorist cells we are creating", asked the general as the Presidenta left the room. "Call em back immediatly", ordered the presidenta.

El Presidenta arrived at the command center at the base. The commanding general greeted him and said, "British Londonium has given us live video feed from helicopters". Presidenta stared at the telivision watching the destroyed landscape. The air was red with nuclear dust still falling. The entire area looked abandoned. "Are these the remnints of the capital," Presidenta asked. "Yes," the general answered. "Call the UN and British Londonium, I want to press charges for this horrible attack. They may be helping rebuild the country but they still destroyed it", Presidenta ordered. The general sighed and picked up the phone. He had a lot of phone calls to make. "What about the terrorist cells we are creating", asked the general as the Presidenta left the room. "Call em back immediatly", ordered the presidenta.

OOC: The UN cant do shit to BL because BL is not a UN member nation. Only person that can do something is the UFAN and all we are going to do is yell at him and kick him out.

at least wel do a trial agianst british londonium with the international community

OOC: So? What are you going to do after a 'trial'? British Londnium wouldn't recognize the court's authority.

at least wel do a trial agianst british londonium with the international community
OOC: I doubt anyone is gonna do anything like that. Trials against a whole nation really dont happen unless that nation is beaten and taken over in war and there leader captured. Then maybe a trial might commence.For now BL is safe.

Anyways im starting the trail in international incedents good by!

:headbang:

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General Government of Vetalian Calaveras

On behalf of the government and armed forces of Vetalia, we will begin to detail the future plans of our occupation in the region. As the country is still highly irradiated, we will introduce forces and civilian populations gradually to ensure the utmost safety of our men in the field as well as the most productive economic environment for the continued growth of Greater Vetalia. The schedule is as follows:

2020: 10,000 troops and 200 ships
2021: 20,000/250
2023: 30,000/300
2025: 50,000/400
2027: 100,000/750
2030: 300,000/1,500

We estimate that tolerable levels of radiation will be possible, based upon funding of $50 billion per year in rehabilitation expenditures as well as natural decay rates, for our territory within 10 years and as a result schedule the full deployment of our forces at that time. Civilian populations will be permanently established starting in 2025 and unlimited immigration will be authorized in 2030. After that point, military deployments will be held at 300,000 troops and 1,500 ships unless a security change requires adjustment.

Further questions can be directed to the Viceroyal Office,
Consul Ivan Ordunov, General Government Diplomatic Office

OOC:

This is the map of North Calaveras. Red is Londinian territory. Purple belongs to Vetalia. Green is Central Prestonia's. Yellow is Animarnia's.

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OOC: This has been bothering me for a while.

It's "El Presidente", not "El Presidenta", and if your president happens to be a woman, then it should go like "La Presidenta".

OOC: Looks good. Any idea who is to the north of North Calaveras, considering I'll be on most of the border along with one of your territories?

OCC: dont worry, i will be back trust me.

Within hours of the division of North Calaveras, the fleet began to break up and the forces not committed to the occupation began to sail back towards Vetalia. The remaining fleet, including the supredreadnought Solovey, which served as the command center for the General Government, held its position as the first units made their way to the coast equipped with the first month's worth of cleanup supplies.

10,000 soldiers backed up with light patrol vehicles and helicopters donned radiation gear and headed towards the coast, making note of the radiation levels along the way. Having already been scouted, they deployed at a point designated as ideal for the future capitol of the region. Working six-hour shifts at a time, they began the arduous process of decontaminating the land. However, to this end, they had several highly valuable bioengineered weapons in their arsenal in addition to the heavy equipment and caravans of trucks for shipping poisoned soil out of the country for disposal.

The first was a fungus bioengineered to use radiation as an energy source for growth, which was released in to the desolate environment to help reestablish an ecosystem. The second was bioengineered bacteria and algae, seeded in to the coastal waters and repaired waterways to help eliminate radiation, revive water ecosystems, and help existing organisms acquire resistance to the radiation. Lastly, nanobots were deployed not only to map out radiation levels but also to help remove toxic compounds from the soil for future replanting of vegetation.

The Vetalian cleanup crews could detoxify roughly 1 square kilometer of land a day, a rate which would increase as the environment was restored in the cleaned areas. Ideally, the government wanted to begin construction on a secure government compound, port, and airstrip at years end, at which point roughly 150 square kilometers of land would be cleaned. The goal was to have total recovery in a decade or earlier.

OOC: Looks good. Any idea who is to the north of North Calaveras, considering I'll be on most of the border along with one of your territories?

I dont know, another SOL member

OOC: Well BL told me that he has calculated the total amount of nukes dropped here, and i gotta say...I loled at it when i first saw the figures. BL didnt know why, but he soon would cuz i told him the reason.

I R be dlcndgh234, and BL be pertinax201, for those who dont know

pertinax201 (4:18:00 PM): So I just calculated how many kilotons were released in the attacks.
dlcndgh234 (4:17:49 PM): lol
dlcndgh234 (4:17:50 PM): tell me
pertinax201 (4:18:15 PM): 12.825 million.
dlcndgh234 (4:18:07 PM): .............
dlcndgh234 (4:18:09 PM): fuck
dlcndgh234 (4:18:10 PM): >.<
pertinax201 (4:18:38 PM): I think the proper word would be "rape".

That is 12 gigatons of TNT, or 120% of the sun's energy......Basically, what BL did was drop a red giant in this place lol.......You wont be getting those radiation out ANYTIME soon. I suggest you guys leave cuz it is crazy stats right here. NK is probably leveled below sea level right now, so yeah...Though dont be harsh on BL...It seems to me like BL would have had to launch the first strike. NC had his silos open, so he could have launched a strike any time he wanted :/

LVS MacArthur
Offshore Kashingrad

The aging Nimitz-class aircraft carrier was a bustling hub of activity, despite the fact that not a single aircraft was assigned to the vessel. Instead, the vessel served as the platform for British Londinium's mass decontamination efforts in Calaveras Londii. Even as highly advanced nanomachines attempted to purge the countryside of the radiological demons scouring the land, they would be inefficient in cleansing a human body. And, thus, a slightly less refined method was used.

Refugees brought from the mainland via patrol boats were lined up along the flight deck, where military police stripped them down, burned their clothes, and herded them into several dozen communal showers, where a special blend of chemicals would reduce the radiation carried on their bodies. Then, the Calaverans were given white Tyvek jumpsuits and placed in the hollowed out interior of the ship, which had been converted into little more than a brig.

Once the survivors had been decontaminated, it would be time to make them pay for their salvation - with five years of manual labour in the Tasmanian penal colony.

OCC:PAY!!! for what!, paying for the death of there nation, husband, wifes, children!

Will the sons of Lenin and North Calaveras finall use the full power of a nuclear strike


NOTE: KIDDING! :D

OOC: Pay for the jumpsuits and the chemicals that went into decontaminating them. Tyvek isn't cheap these days. :p

OOC: Pay for the jumpsuits and the chemicals that went into decontaminating them. Tyvek isn't cheap these days. :p

...................................................

South Calveras
It was chaos in the south. Police and military forces were struggling to evacuate as many people as possible, but they knew only a few million would be able to be evacuated before the radiation came down and made Southern Calveras inhospitable for hundreds, if not thousands of years. TPF had paid for hundreds of commercial airliners to evac as many people as possible, in addition to military airlift planes were also evacuating. Freighters were stripped of cargo, given food, and jammed full of refugees. For those unable to escape, police and military forces converted the subways into fall out shelters. They stripped supermarkets for food and got beds. NBC suits were flown to them, along with iodine tablets and de-contamination showers and fresh water and water filters. The military would lead these fallout shelters, eventually TPF and others would come back for them, but it could take months before this was a reality. Other groups took refuge in schools or their own homes, stocking up on food and weapons. It was a tragedy. Government sources estimate more than sixty percent of the people would die, the subways could only hold so many people. A call for help was made to other nations, they had just a day before the radiation arrived, and TPF wanted as many people to be evacuated as possible.

Kash sat in his bunker under Kashingrad, he sat quietly, as at what had just happend to his people and his country made him filled with anger and sorrow.

We have heard your call for help, and will gladly answer. 1 Amphibious Landing Fleet of the Barronian Nuclear, Biological, Chemical and Radiological Corps is en route to South Calaveras, and will provide shelter and decontamination to those you cannot.

Along with this fleet we have sent 10 5000-patient ex-aircraft carrier hospital ships, which contain enough deck-room to land small aircraft, which will be available for both ours and your aircraft.

Several freighters are also accompanying, with space to return Calaverans to either Barronia or TPF.

We are expected to arrive with in 12 ours owing to the original location of the fleet - it was maintaining observational operations during the warfare, well out of the way. In the event that we cannot make it in time, our troops are well-prepared for any eventuality - our ships are equipped to withhold throughout all kinds of attacks.

PAB Council for Defense and Warfare (CDAW)

State Department Communication
We thank Pan-Arab Barronia greatly for their assistance in this matter. We are doing all that we can, but it is not enough. The more shelters that can be provided, the more citizens we can save and we can later pick up. Shelters should be your first priority, but also please evacuate as many as you can. You can drop them off at TPF or your own nation, where we will later pick them up. Once again, we thank you.

Kash, along with 10 members of the communist party, and two military officers put on Hazmat suits and exited from under the captial building into red square, where once Kash witnessd his military parades.

Zackaroth has around 30 free helicopters patroling the area. They where just refueled and ready to go. If needed we will send them to TPF's terrority in the south and return about 300 people to our specailly made ship for decontamination and return them to the TPF homeland.

Aimless von Strangaild, High Leader of Zackaroth.

The reports of the recent nuclear activities in North Cavaleras littered the table of The Principality officials. It wasn't as if they meant anything, the satellite feeds already exposing them to a live 'show' of just what happened.

This was why The Principality had invested so extensively in a defensive shield and why it maintained such a large nuclear arsenal, for a country that was essentially peaceful.

It was in a gloomy atmosphere that the request of The PeoplesFreedom arrived.

No time was wasted in answering it.

From: Emilian Davout, Foreign Minister.
To: The PeoplesFreedom.
Subject: Aid offered.

As an answer to your request for aid our nations has dispatched several wings of transport planes and two specialized radiological warfare brigades. In addition all Principality ships in the area will assist with the evacuation and further aid is pending.

Deeply saddened,
Emilian Davout.

OOC: For the folks in North Cavaleras. You're killing your troops for nothing. Chernobyl had a lot less radiations and it had to be sealed.

State Department Communication
We thank both Damirez and Zackaroth for their assitance. It is greatly apperciated.

OOC: I think all this radiation would go right through an NBC suit.

A group about 15 men saw a group around 10 exit from an what seemed to be an underground bunker. From there hazmat suits they semmed neither BL or any nations men. Majior John Swan called for his troops to move in. " Freeze! Stay where you are! We are the Zackarothian clean up crew! Stay where you are or we will shoot you!" Swan said as he ordered his troops to aim there weapons.

South Calveras
It was chaos in the south. Police and military forces were struggling to evacuate as many people as possible, but they knew only a few million would be able to be evacuated before the radiation came down and made Southern Calveras inhospitable for hundreds, if not thousands of years. TPF had paid for hundreds of commercial airliners to evac as many people as possible, in addition to military airlift planes were also evacuating. Freighters were stripped of cargo, given food, and jammed full of refugees. For those unable to escape, police and military forces converted the subways into fall out shelters. They stripped supermarkets for food and got beds. NBC suits were flown to them, along with iodine tablets and de-contamination showers and fresh water and water filters. The military would lead these fallout shelters, eventually TPF and others would come back for them, but it could take months before this was a reality. Other groups took refuge in schools or their own homes, stocking up on food and weapons. It was a tragedy. Government sources estimate more than sixty percent of the people would die, the subways could only hold so many people. A call for help was made to other nations, they had just a day before the radiation arrived, and TPF wanted as many people to be evacuated as possible.

Offical Reply
As per our offer and your request; several thousand of our Logstical Planes are now inbound to SC for Evac and Aid effort with NBC Gear, Anti-Rad Meds and Radiation Absorbant Sludge to help with the fall out clean up

Kashingrad
Calaveras Londii

Several M1A1 Abrams tanks rolled into the area where the dazed Calaveran government members were standing. From the lead tank, a man in a black NBC suit appeared, pointing his assault rifle at the Calaveran men.

"Identify yourselves, now!" he screamed. "Don't make me fucking kill you!"

Kash, his officers, and party members put there hands in the air.

To: ThePeoplesFreedom
From: Central Prestonian Nuclear, Biological, and Chemical Defense Command

It is unfortunate that the Londinian attack is having negative effects on your colony of South Calaveras, which had nothing to do with the war. We are prepared to help evacuate S. Calaveras and save what lives we can. At this moment, 10 hospital ships are sailing north towards your major port cities. In addition, every aircraft from military C-5s and An-225s to PrestonAir airliners are in route to your major airports. We are not letting anyone else die as long as we can do something about it.

Yours,
Dr. Ricardo Alvarez
Commander, NBCDC

Kash, his officers, and party members put there hands in the air.

The man exited the tank, and several more NBC-clad soldiers followed.

"I want your names and positions in Calaveran society, now, damn it," said one of the soldiers. "You have ten seconds."

Kashingrad
Calaveras Londii

Several M1A1 Abrams tanks rolled into the area where the dazed Calaveran government members were standing. From the lead tank, a man in a black NBC suit appeared, pointing his assault rifle at the Calaveran men.

"Identify yourselves, now!" he screamed. "Don't make me fucking kill you!"
Sgt. Romanov saw this scene unfolding form his squad's Humvee and ordered them out. Unshouldering his own weapon, he said to the Londinian "you're not killing anybody today buddy. We're here to help, and I think you've fucked Calaveras up enough for one eternity. Put the gun back, and I'll escort these guys to our aid station. Their fight's over."

Kash: Im Premier Kash, leader of North Calaveras, these two are my officers, and these gentlemen are members of the communist party, along with me.

State Department Communication
We thank the governments of Central Prestonia, Animarnia and Zoingo for their assistance in this matter. It is greatly apperciated.

Zoingo will help evacuate people out of South Calaveres. Our top cruise line has sent 10 ships, capable of evacuating 45,000, to the nearest port. We will need the location of where the ships will unload their evacuies. We hope that this will assist you in your goal of evacuating South Calaveres.

Sincearly,
Samuel Barcona
Vice-President of the USZ

As promised by the Foreign Minister of The Principality the aircraft wings soon started to litter the skies of South Alversia. They had but one objective, to get as many people as possible out of the doomed country.

Back at home more and more planes were getting ready. It was a race against time, one they had every intention of winning.

OOC: Yes TPF, probably even more. You'd need a lot of lead to get minimal protection and even that's not going to be enough.

Swan looked over to the BL tanks that had just rolled in. " Damnit" he said under his mask. He ordered his troops to stand down. These men had it under control. They stood there waiting to see what would happen.

Kash: Im Premier Kash, leader of North Calaveras, these two are my officers, and these gentlemen are members of the communist party, along with me.

"Good, good," the soldier said. "You're under arrest." The other men slapped handcuffs around the Calaverans' wrists, and escorted them into a tank.

"I will be the one issuing orders around here," the trooper said to the Zackarothian soldier. "This is Londinian territory now."

OOC: Yeah, I fully expect the fall out shelters to be dead even if I do come back. I am just trying to get as many as I can out now. If we are lucky, we may be able to get 5 million out, if we work for the 24 hours we have left.

Kash and the others had a worreid look on there faces.

Sgt. Romanov had not put down his weapon since the Abrams rolled into the square, and now clicked the safety off just in case. "Hey Londinian, you're not arresting those officials if I can help it. This area's under UFAN control, signed and approved by the High Council. For the time being, you're in UFAN, therefore you don't get to blend those people. They're coming back to the aid station and will be treated and processed from there. Standard UFAN protocol. Now, I'd suggest you and your buddies get back in that tank and go find somewhere else to play. We've got the situation under control."

"Not happening," shouted another soldier. "So fuck off." The hatch to the tank slammed shut, and they drove off.

OOC: Thank you.

All ten zoingonian cruise ships made their way into South Calaveres territory, going around the waters around NC.

occ: TPF, where do you want my ships to take the evacuies. If their dropped off in my territory, Ill be able to make more rounds

OOC: Fine, I won't kill them. But how is it a godmode? I simply had the tanks drive off. He's more than welcome to, I don't know, shoot at the tanks or whatever.

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Official Communiqué

Open Declaration:

The spread of radiation into South Calaveras is a most unfortunate occurrence, and one that we regret deeply. We are deploying fifty transport vessels to evacuate as many civilians as possible. At the same time, we wish to give the government of The PeoplesFreedom one trillion dollars, paid in annual installments of two hundred and fifty billion, as compensation for the loss of their colony.

Sincerely,
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The Rt. Hon. Sir Alistair Davidson, MP
Consul of British Londinium

State Department Communication
And since when does human life have a price on it? You failed to think of the consequences of firing that many nuclear missiles. If we were not so busy with the CA and our own internal problems, we would be coming after you. However, we thank you for sending the transports and accept your payment. These funds will be used to start a relief fund up for the victims, and we encourage all nations to donate to this fund.
OOC: Drop them off at my nation, or yours, please.

State Department Communication
We thank Pan-Arab Barronia greatly for their assistance in this matter. We are doing all that we can, but it is not enough. The more shelters that can be provided, the more citizens we can save and we can later pick up. Shelters should be your first priority, but also please evacuate as many as you can. You can drop them off at TPF or your own nation, where we will later pick them up. Once again, we thank you.

It is an honour to serve. We aim solely to ensure the peoples of South Calaveras live on despite their leaders mistakes.

CDAW

"Commandant!"
"Yes Admiral?"
"Prepare fleet course, zero-two-zero. South Calaveras. Prepare NBC teams for a tac-drop. We're preparing a shelter complex, radio-decontamination for approxiamately 12 Gigatons. You'll have 12 hours give or take once we're in range."
"Aye...sir."

On the deck of the BMS Scutum, 15 helicopters could be seen preparing to take off. They were within range of South Calaveras now, and the Sky Lord helicopters were loaded with troops, medics, supplies, and most importantly, shelters.

One by one, the helicopters left the deck. Across the way, on another 15 ships, the same thing was happening.

In all, almost 200 helicopters thundered across the sky to SC, a landing zone pre-designated.

---
A shot rang out.

"Ladies, Gentlemen, QUIET! We're here to help you, but we can't do shit if you won't shut the hell up! Now, I need you all to proceed to these men in an orderly fashion, who will place you in groups of twenty, families together, and you will be decontaminated, and clothed.

Some of the citizens murmured. "But we have clothes!" One cried out.

"Excellent point sir. However, if you stay in those clothes, you will die. Now, like I said, an orderly fashion. These gentlemen in the white suits are here to group you, in the grey will wash you, and in the black, clothe you. The gentlemen in the yellow will shoot you if you cause trouble. We're trying to get as many civilians out of here as we can, do not fuck with us."

From the air, all that could be seen was rings of grey surrounded by rings of grey, as helicopters circled the tents. The helicopters themselves were being sprayed down with DeconRomeo, a nano-particle based beta- and alpha-absorbant. However, a more thorough method would have to be used for humans.

Sprayed down in a chemical bath, they were given suitable clothing and were set in a holding area whilst helicopters were prepared. Eventually, planes began to land, and were sat on the dirt by the dozen. Soon the refugees would be packed off and sent to hospital ships for further decon.

"Not happening," shouted another soldier. "So fuck off." The hatch to the tank slammed shut, and they drove off.
"You motherfuckers! Come the hell back here!," Romanov shouted at the retreating tank. Hopping back in his Humvee, he radioed the UFAN command. "Code Red, Code Red! Londinians have taken Calaveran government officials hostage. Believe them to be in extreme danger. Please advise on course of action, over."

OOC: Yeah, I fully expect the fall out shelters to be dead even if I do come back. I am just trying to get as many as I can out now. If we are lucky, we may be able to get 5 million out, if we work for the 24 hours we have left.

OOC: Well I did dispatch every available aircraft to get people out of there. Going to rip my pockets in fuel money, but...


IC:

Principality Crisis Management Center.

"Sir," one of the orderlies running around asked for the attention of his commanding officer.

"What is it private?" the man asked, obviously not in the mood for dealing with underlings.

"Our private transport companies contacted us. They say they'll help, they just want us to pay for their fuel."

"Well, I'll be, assure them we'll pay for their fuel and get them going!"

"Yes sir!"

And it was not the only happening. All across the country individuals took of to their planes and headed to South Calaveris and since this nation was obsessed with flight, this meant a lot.

They would be able to do only one run, but that would mean the difference between life and death for a few more people.

These funds will be used to start a relief fund up for the victims, and we encourage all nations to donate to this fund.

We will gladly donate. 600 billion universal standard dollars, in a single installment from our waste budget, are en route.

OOC: Wagdog! I trust you enjoyed your holiday? Remember the Barronian transports will be welcoming any aircraft or vessel containing refugees, if you need some off of your hands.

SC, Near Pan-Arab Shelter zone
A military convoy moved towards the Pan-arab zone. They had around four hundred citizens in trucks that needed a place to go. There were dozens of other convoys like their's, all filled to capacity. When they drove, citizens were walking tried to grab on, and some even attacked or panicked. The soldiers had been forced to shoot many of them, something they didn't want to do but they had little choice. Up above, two military helicopters soared above, also carrying refugees. Looting was rampant, and there was little the soldiers could do to stop that, but they had secured some supermarkets. A few firefights had broken out as well. The convoy arrived, and Captain Jamenson walked over to the nearest Pan-Arab soldier. " Who is in charge here? We got over four hundred people who need food and water."

OOC: Just a personal issue. Money from the waste budged are, you know, wasted by your government, so you can't use them.

From: Emilian Davout, Foreign Minister

We would also like to contribute with 50 billion universal NS dollars to the relief fund.

Deeply saddened,
Emilian Davout.

State Department Communication
We thank all nations who have donated to the fund.

South Calaveras

Two hundred blue and orange Agusta A109 helicopters flew over a highly concentrated urban area in South Calaveras, landing where ever there was space to accommodate them.

"Attention!" shouted Londinian personnel through their megaphones. "Everyone possible of doing so is to get into these helicopters in an orderly fashion. We will be airlifting you to British Londinium - you will have the choice of remaining there or going to TPF. Capishe?"

As soon as the helicopters were full, they flew off towards Northolt, British Londinium.

Kash: Where are you taking us?

SC, Near Pan-Arab Shelter zone
A military convoy moved towards the Pan-arab zone. They had around four hundred citizens in trucks that needed a place to go. There were dozens of other convoys like their's, all filled to capacity. When they drove, citizens were walking tried to grab on, and some even attacked or panicked. The soldiers had been forced to shoot many of them, something they didn't want to do but they had little choice. Up above, two military helicopters soared above, also carrying refugees. Looting was rampant, and there was little the soldiers could do to stop that, but they had secured some supermarkets. A few firefights had broken out as well. The convoy arrived, and Captain Jamenson walked over to the nearest Pan-Arab soldier. " Who is in charge here? We got over four hundred people who need food and water."

An officer stepped up.

"400? Right...better head down to Decontamination Sector Zulu, it's not too bad down there...4th left, then 6th on the right. Take this pass, and I'll phone ahead."

Now that some of the helicopters had begun removing refugees, there was more order about the place. Organised chaos was the term. Men in various coloured suits ran past, spraying the trucks as they came through.

"Windows closed! Handbrake off!"

The trucks were dowsed in decontaminant and were stickered, before being allowed on their way.

Waiting to meet them was another officer, in a green suit. This was Colonel Bezu, well-known about the camp as one who ran an exceedingly tight ship.

"Ah, here they come. Yes, this way, this way." He gestured for them to pull up in a blank spot of dirt. "Yes, here!"

"Colonel Bezu, at your service. 400, is it? Right-oh, let's get them unloaded then."

"Proconsul Lætonius wishes to see you," a soldier replied gruffly as he pushed the Calaverans into a small naval transport. "He has things he wishes to discuss with you."

Kash stopped and didnt move: What the hell is going on here?!

Pan-Arab Decon Zone
" Yes sir. Around 400, maybe more. There are dozens of convoys like this, sir. They need a place to go. There are also shelters in the countryside that need to be evacuated by helicopter and school and office buildings, and... ah fuck, its a mess. Sorry for my language. But I can't believe those bastards would do this."

Mesotarian Docks

2 PM

The day was excellant with blue skies and a smooth coastal breeze. The fishermen were returning with their bi-hourly catch from the bay when alarms rang out and security forces begun their security protocals. They shut the gates, manned the towers, and evacuated all employees to the safe houses. The dock directer came out of his office and took a look through the bay. Hundreds of small ships were approaching the shores. The security captain came and said "Sir, refugees from North Calaveras have arrived. Many are sick and have radiation contamination. Their landing all over the place, the coastal neighborhoods, the docks, everywhere"! The dock commander ordered "Call in the militry, cut off the refugees from the rest of the nation. Get all households into their homes and lock up. Get the dock fire boat to shoot everyone with warm water. Get all emergency staff into radiation suites, NOW"! The security captian ran off. "Sweet jesus" the dock director said as hundreds of more ships, small and large approached the docks.

About 30 ZAckarothian helicopters appeared over SC. Unlike Pan Arab they did not have the resources at the moment to create a shelters. Right now they could only evacuate people and return them home.

Kash stopped and didnt: What the hell is going on here?!

The naval transport pulled up the Type 45 destroyer LVS Suicidal Insanity, which housed the Proconsular Office for Calaveras Londii, or the Londinian sector of North Calaveras. The Communist Party officials were locked up in the brig, but Kash was escorted by a military policeman into the Proconsul's office. The elegance and trappings of high society that defined Lætonius' office stood in sharp contrast to the bland, utilitarian decor of the rest of the vessel.

"Ah, you must be Mr Kash," the Proconsul said with a smile. "Proconsul Marcus Lætonius, at your service. Would you care for some tea?"

Kash narrowed his eyes: No i dont want any tea.

"Ah, pity. This is some of the finest tea in the world - grown just north of Kensington," Lætonius said as he poured himself a cup. "You're a very lucky man, Mr Kash. My government wants you executed. It took quite a bit of persuasion on my part to let you live."

Mesotarian Coastal City

4 P.M.

By now, most of the refugees have been decontaminated with warm water. Road blocks were created to block and lead refugees into meeting areas. The city park was designated as the shelter area. Tons of supplies were in the process of transporting to the city as most of the refugees spent days trying to reach the shore. Patrol boats were confirming at least 500 ships have arrived and more are comming. The nation was beggining to be informed by this. Shelters basicly made out of wood were made with the same room. "This is just the begging", the mayer said in his office watching the refugees stuggle to walk through the city streets.

Pan-Arab Decon Zone
" Yes sir. Around 400, maybe more. There are dozens of convoys like this, sir. They need a place to go. There are also shelters in the countryside that need to be evacuated by helicopter and school and office buildings, and... ah fuck, its a mess. Sorry for my language. But I can't believe those bastards would do this."

"Damn...dozens? Hell, send 'em this way. We'll take 'em. We'll divert helicopters into the city, the planes can handle more than this. We'll drop in more supplies for here, get another series of decontamination zones set up, and I daresay the airforce won't mind helping out with the evacuation. Now hold still" he motioned to a half-dozen soldiers who sprayed the Captain and his men with decontaminant, before slapping stickers on each of them.

"Security is security after all, and at least you won't have as much excess when you leave. Now, we'll deal with this lot, and you can go get us some more, what do you say?"

Kash: Cut the crap, what do you want.

To: British Londinium
From: La Presidenta

thousands of refugees are crowding the coastal regions. We need humaniterian aid to feed these people. We can barely build shelter and cloth these people. I still have very harsh feeling agianst you but I need help from you and some of the other nations willing to lend a hand in this tragety YOU CREATED!!! :upyours:

" Alright. I'll send the orders via radio. I'll go get more, but its a hellhole out there. There's gangs roaming around with guns taking what they wish and raping women and such. Its bad. Anyway, see you soon." He hopped back into the cab, taking the radio as he began to issue orders. He would not return alive.

" Alright. I'll send the orders via radio. I'll go get more, but its a hellhole out there. There's gangs roaming around with guns taking what they wish and raping women and such. Its bad. Anyway, see you soon." He hopped back into the cab, taking the radio as he began to issue orders. He would not return alive.

"Well, they won't be getting in here. Those helos can pack a nasty punch with a trained gunner. Anyway, take care of yourself. Patriae Fidelitas!"

Turning to his subordinates, he began issuing instructions.

"Right, I need a dozen more decon kits, and helos in the cities scanning for life. Gresta is less that 500 miles, get the garrison there to prepare for an influx, and redirect planes straight to there. Helos can carry to the ships.

Increase the border guard, ensure no-one that's been cleared and searched gets in."

"Aye sir!"

Command HQ, near Mesoterian Capital

9 P.M.

The La Presidenta was still in his grumpy m"ood after the nuclear holocaust. "from what I understand, your the man who designed this base". The man talking to Presidenta was an astute looking man who replied "Yes, I have been making plans for how were going to make an entire city to house these people". Presidenta then said ,"This is good news ,yes? Those refugees are ripping my coastal city apart. I hope this will be quick". The man replied again "Yes, we shall desing this new city to be cheap, easy to build, and will have the standard living conditions humans need. It will even include a clinic and several entertainment facilities". Presidenta said with enthusism "This is incredible. Will this be near the coastal city". "Yes". "excellant, build the city immediatly and get those refugees some housing". "Yes sir, immideiatly", the general answered.

Kash: Cut the crap, what do you want.

"Crap? I'd appreciate it if we refrained from such crude linguistic constructions, Mr Kash," Lætonius replied. "I simply wanted a few moments of your time before you're sent off to the penal colony in Tasmania to toil with the rest of the survivors. So, tell me, Mr Kash, why did you bother with opening your missile silos? Surely, you must have expected some kind of retribution."

Kash: We opend are silos so that we would be ready to retaliate against you, when we thought it was safe, we began closing them, but you fired as we were going through with that. What has happend to the other members of the party, and my officers.

"They're in the brig," Lætonius replied. "I, unfortunately, could not save their lives. They will be executed once they reach Tasmania."

Kash: You son of a bitch, you barbarians!!!

"Regulations are regulations, Mr Kash, and I can do very little about them," Lætonius replied coldly. "After all, your government as yet to formally surrender. If you were to do so, perhaps a few firing squads could go unused..."

OOC: The map (http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z259/pertinax201/MapCalaverasLondii.png) for Calaveras Londii. Davidsongrad is the former location of the NC capital.

Kash: I nor my officers and party members will surrender, you will have to shoot all of us. I ,unlike you, believe that to surrender would mean that my people would have died in vain, i will die for my people sir.

"Your country is mine, Mr Kash. It is mine and Vetalia's," Lætonius commented. "You do nothing by continuing this pathetic excuse for a fight. I'll give you one more chance to do the right thing. You can surrender, and you and your people will be treated amicably...or you can die."

"Your country is mine, Mr Kash. It is mine and Vetalia's," Lætonius commented. "You do nothing by continuing this pathetic excuse for a fight. I'll give you one more chance to do the right thing. You can surrender, and you and your people will be treated amicably...or you can die."

OOC:...what? you said exactly the opposite in the Hegemony council thread...

Kash: I think i will join the millions of people who cant be here today.

OOC: A pompous and overbearing territorial governor does not an official policy make. It simply meant that he has absolute power in the Londinian sector.

"It's a pity, Mr Kash, that you choose to die," Lætonius said with mock regret. "But, it's your funeral." Smiling wickedly, he picked up a handheld radio and simply said, "Now."

He replaced the radio in his pocket, exchanging it for a slim, silenced pistol. "Your friends are dead, and they miss you dearly. Goodbye, Mr Kash. It was a pleasure talking to you."

He squeezed the gun's trigger, and three bullets flew towards Mr Kash's handcuffed body.

OOC: A pompous and overbearing territorial governor does not an official policy make. It simply meant that he has absolute power in the Londinian sector.

"It's a pity, Mr Kash, that you choose to die," Lætonius said with mock regret. "But, it's your funeral." Smiling wickedly, he picked up a handheld radio and simply said, "Now."

He replaced the radio in his pocket, exchanging it for a slim, silenced pistol. "Your friends are dead, and they miss you dearly. Goodbye, Mr Kash. It was a pleasure talking to you."

He squeezed the gun's trigger, and three bullets flew towards Mr Kash's handcuffed body.

OOC: you seem to have quite a few such governors and generals..

Red spray spew from his body as he fell to his knees, on all fours he spoke his last words: Long live the world revolution:he closed his eyes and collapsed.

OOC: BL, I did a quick job on your map to make mine.

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General Government of Vetalian Calaveras

As per our plans for the reconstruction of our portion of North Calaveras, we have made the following map detailing the layout of major cities and infrastructure in the territory. This map represents the definitive 10-year plan for this region and all construction efforts will follow it as practically as possible.

Map of Vetalian Calaveras (http://s14.photobucket.com/albums/a335/shaddamIV/?action=view&current=northcalaveras.png)

Further plans for the capitol, known as Melnikova, will be detailed with the start of the city's construction at year's end. Further questions can be sent to the new Viceroyal Praetor, Vladimir Batalov, whose government will formally take over from the interim administration at the start of next year. Any any questions regarding the sovereignty or administration of the General Government can be sent directly to the Ministry of State or Ministry of Defense, or if the matter is urgent it can be sent to the Praetor directly.

Regards,
Consul Ivan Ordunov, General Government Diplomatic Office

OOC: The map (http://i194.photobucket.com/albums/z259/pertinax201/MapCalaverasLondii.png) for Calaveras Londii. Davidsongrad is the former location of the NC capital.

occ: how did you make that map?

Ic: Finnaly, the cruise ships docked in south calaveres (seoul region) thousands were wating to be loaded onto the ships, the captain of the flagship, the Austrope talked through the ships loudspeakers: "People, if everyone would get in a line please. You will change out of your clothes, and wash, then you will get into new clothes. Then you will be assinged a room number, and our stewardeses will kindly show you to your rooms. Take into mind that you may have to share a stateroom with more than one person that you may not know, suites will have multipule people, and verandas will be reserved for families. Once the ship is full, then the next will pull up." Then he handed the microphone to one of the guides, who explaned the ships features. The captain walked onto shore, wating for a TPF officer.

OOC: Inkscape. That's how I made both of the maps, the territory map and the CL map.

Official Prestonian Statement

The Prestonian Republic condemns the actions of the Londinian Government. We were under the assumption that the Londinians believed in due process of law like civilized nations tend to. We demand that the Calaverans currently imprisoned be given a fair trial or released. You have 90 days to comply. If you should fail, we will place a full trade embargo on your nation. In addition, we intend on calling for your permanent expulsion from the GUSN. Your actions are an insult to Socialism and civilized governments and will not go unpunished. You may have extinguished the lives of 700 million people Mr. Davidson, but as long as I am in any position as a world leader, you will not get away with it. With wrongdoing comes punishment, and I will make sure punishment comes of this incident.

Aaron H. Preston
Aaron H. Preston
President, Republic of Central Prestonia
Chairman, Prestonian Democratic Socialist Party

OCC
dont expect to see them anytime soon

OOC: I know, but ICly my government still thinks they're alive since no record of their deaths has been released.

OCC: I see

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Official Communiqué

To Central Prestonia:

I am appalled that you would insult the Londinian justice system in such a manner. The rule of law is a sacrosanct principle that we daren't violate. The North Calaveran government has not, technically, surrendered, and, until Mr Kash and his associates sign a surrender agreement, they are being held as prisoners of war in Tasmania. They are being treated humanely.

Sincerely,
The Rt. Hon. Andrew Swan, MP
Minister of Justice

OCC: your evil.

OOC: Thank you. :D

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Official Communiqué

To Central Prestonia:

I am appalled that you would insult the Londinian justice system in such a manner. The rule of law is a sacrosanct principle that we daren't violate. The North Calaveran government has not, technically, surrendered, and, until Mr Kash and his associates sign a surrender agreement, they are being held as prisoners of war in Tasmania. They are being treated humanely.

Sincerely,
The Rt. Hon. Andrew Swan, MP
Minister of Justice
Official Prestonian Statement

We request to send lawyers and humanitarian watchdogs to Tasmania to confirm that the Calaverans are being treated well, and to offer them legal advice. If you have truly been treating the POWs well, then I foresee no reason to deny us access to your penal colony. For the record, neither the lawyers nor the watchdog group have any connections to the Government of Central Prestonia or UFAN.

Yours,
Aaron H. Preston
Aaron H. Preston
President, Republic of Central Prestonia
Chairman, Prestonian Democratic Socialist Party

Official Reply to Central Prestonia

We would have no problem granting this watchdog group access to the Tasmanian penal colony. However, they will not be permitted to enter the holding cells for key leaders of the Calaveran government, due to reasons of national security.

Official Reply to British Londinium:

At some point during the tour, we will need to see or speak with the Calaverans. This is a key part of our investigation, and cannot be overlooked. A phone conversation with President Kash will suffice.

Official Reply to British Londinium:

At some point during the tour, we will need to see or speak with the Calaverans. This is a key part of our investigation, and cannot be overlooked. A phone conversation with President Kash will suffice.

That can be arranged, though your conversation will be monitored at all times.

That can be arranged, though your conversation will be monitored at all times.

OOC: did I miss something, b/c I thought you shot him?

OOC: Yes, I did. But the Central Prestonians are not aware of this fact. Nobody outside of BL is.

OOC: Yes, I did. But the Central Prestonians are not aware of this fact. Nobody outside of BL is.

oh, ok, I get it.

Official Prestonian Statement

At the time of my writing this statement, 25,000 survivors have been evacuated from Kashingrad as well as the zone ceded to Prestonia. We have confirmed that there were no further survivors. As such, we have no further interest in the region. The Kashingrad Protectorate is hereby dissolved. In it's place, we hereby turn over our section to UFAN. We have no desire in administrating an ill-gotten nuclear hellhole.

On a related note, due to recent actions and the possibility of Londinian ejection from UFAN, we are stepping up naval patrols around Londinian waters as a precaution. We are also instituting our embargo effective as of Londinian ejection.

Yours,
Aaron H. Preston
Aaron H. Preston
President, Republic of Central Prestonia
Chairman, Prestonian Democratic Socialist Party

General Heart luckily surived due to the fact that the base was evaucted to the ships but General Gore and Colonel Tent was killed during the nuclear bombing. General Gore's division already picked up 200,000 NC civilans and some communist members.
"So, looks like NC lost the war, if you call this a war, more like a genocide." said General Heart. He turned to a messenger and said" Get more men here now, I want cleanup crews and a army now! and prepare the nukes, if BL plans to kill the rest of the NC people we will give them hell."
A few miles away General Heart saw 5000 fighters, bombers and transports carrying rescue crews and cleanup crews and troops, Greal had already arrived at the area, first Greal troops put defensive positions in the places the crews were going to be cleaning up.


Official message to the world.
Greal condems these attacks on NC yesterday, Greal has responded by sending a army of 800,000 to protect NC. If any harm comes to the Greal army arriving at NC, there will be conqueses, right now every BL civilian is being deported back to BL.


OOC:

OOC: You may want to read the OOC comment I just posted in the emergency conference thread.

OOC: You may want to read the OOC comment I just posted in the emergency conference thread.

OOC: indeed.

They are being treated humanely.

:rolleyes: If I could recall earlier in this thread, you said they were sentenced to death.
I don't think that is humane. :)

British Londonium from the start wanted to annilate North Calaveras. Hes a monster, he said the sons of lenin must be destroyed. He may do the same process to me and to the rest of SOL nations. Londonium must be destroyed or at least its nukes taken away. Londonium also bombed my pallace and several other government buildings. He nearly killed me dam it!

British Londonium from the start wanted to annilate North Calaveras. Hes a monster, he said the sons of lenin must be destroyed. He may do the same process to me and to the rest of SOL nations. Londonium must be destroyed or at least its nukes taken away. Londonium also bombed my pallace and several other government buildings. He nearly killed me dam it!

OOC: It's British Londinium. And I never bombed your pathetic excuse for a country. It's a waste of perfectly good weapons.

With all the recent fuss, Emperor Nero decided now would be the perfect time to settle an old grudge with British Londinium.

Without so much as a public statement, declaration of war, or even the most minor of threat; five Ohio Class Ballistic Missile Submarines were being routed to various positions surrounding British Londinium. Most would be assuming positions three to four thousand miles off British Londinium's coasts.

For the time being, they were operating at their top speed of 35 knots. As they grew closer to their destinations, they would slow to their "silent running" speed of 20 knots, and commence their attack run.

While attacking with a handful of submarines would hardly produce the same results as 27,000 ICBM's, a limited submarine strike did offer one advantage.... deniability. With all the anti-BL sentiment in the air, it would be easy for British Londinium to misidentify an unknown assailant. Perhaps BL would suspect North Calaveras or one of the nations attending the Anti-British Londinium Conference. Either way, the Emperor didn't care so long as the blame did not fall upon his nation. Even if the Brits did somehow manage to identify their assailant, Emperor Nero doubted BL's now depleted nuclear arsenal would be a match for his own.

Only time would tell.

OOC:

*yawn*

No, Emperor Nero, no. You'd be in the territorial waters of my allies if you were that far away.

OOC: Then assume they were not that far away. And Nero, that Anti-BL Conference is pretty secret. BL's gov't doesn't know about it.

OOC: Why should I? If he doesn't take the time to look at a simple regional map and get his facts right, then I shouldn't have to put up with his post. Remember that this is freeform RP.

OOC:

*yawn*

No, Emperor Nero, no. You'd be in the territorial waters of my allies if you were that far away.

OOC: The map in your factbook shows an island with no neighbors anywhere in sight. Is it or is it not possible for my subs to approach within 8,000 miles of your nation without entering a high risk area like teritorial waters? That is all I need.

OOC: It is not. And, further more, I would prefer that we stop with the nuclear warfare.

OOC: It is not. And, further more, I would prefer that we stop with the nuclear warfare.

OOC: Seeing as how you glassed a country, I think that a submarine retaliation is justifiable. Not to mention that you can't just turn the nuke button on for you and off for everyone else.

OOC: Look, if NC hadn't brought up nukes, I wouldn't have either. And, I remind you, it's freeform RP.

ooc: That is the map you want:
http://img68.imageshack.us/img68/687/mediterranicamap11nz7.png

Only inaccuracy is that white island north of Ra And also belongs to Aschenhyrst(will be fixed in next update.

OOC: It is not. And, further more, I would prefer that we stop with the nuclear warfare.

OOC: If you are going to play along with Kraven, I can live with that.

OOC: Look, if NC hadn't brought up nukes, I wouldn't have either. And, I remind you, it's freeform RP.

Your post, and NC, both said that he was going to blow up your landing force, but instead, your country went a little (ok, a lot) overboard on how many missles were to be launched.

but I agree, it's a freeform RP

Davidsongrad, Calaveras Londii

One month, and already progress could be seen in the new capital of Londinian North Calaveras, Davidsongrad, formerly known as Kashingrad. Phalanxes of nanobots, designed and built solely for radiological cleanup, had been toiling away to make North Calaveras habitable once more. Over sixty kilometres of land in the area had been cleansed. Whilst human settlers were hesitant to call a land still pockmarked by thousands of nuclear-bomb-created craters home, animals were more than happy to do so. A large and seemingly healthy aardvark population had been established, and they were thriving with the lack of a human presence.

The Proconsular Office still remained on the LVS Suicidal Insanity, anchored next to the large barricade of debris that, coupled with the vapourization of the port's waters, left the harbour a dry, desolate place.

But, nonetheless, progress was progress, thought Proconsul Marcus Lætonius. Ruling over an enclave of aardvarks was better than being king of plate glass.

Greal had a small sector on the coast with unknown number of troops in the sector, their main purpose is to evaucte NC civilians right now, while teams were doing radiological cleanup in some places.


IC: Major Justin was watching the Greal army digging positions and rescuing people from the wreakage. Nearby 15 Nakil tanks drove down the newly built road. A aircraft carrier off shore was ferrying supplies and troops to the area.
"Captain, report"said Major Justin
"We found 3 dead soldiers near the base." said the captain.
Major Justin stared at the captain"Were those our men?'asked Major Justin
"Yes, looks like there were clashes in this Sector."

In the small sector 5 NC revolutionary guard wore hazmat suits, there were still some troops in Kashingrad and the other areas.

They saw the Greal Captain

NC: Jesus thank god: they ran up to him: NC revolutionary guard, red moon company sir.

OOC: Would there troops in Kashingrad (Davidsongrad, now), NC? Let's think this one out. It's been under occupation for well over a month ICly now, with forced, mandatory deportation to Tasmania for all individuals within my territory.

In the small sector 5 NC revolutionary guard wore hazmat suits, there were still some troops in Kashingrad and the other areas.

They saw the Greal Captain

NC: Jesus thank god: they ran up to him: NC revolutionary guard, red moon company sir.

"We need medics here now!" yelled the captain after seeing the NC revolutionary gaurd appear, the NC Gaurds were quickly given food and water while a doctor examied them.

"Are there any other surivors?" asked The Greal captain

OCC: ya but only like 2 or 3 here and there in the bunkers.

REV: No comrade, the others were killed in blast:he looked around:Where are we? where was the great city?

OOC: 27,000 nuclear weapons. 12 bloody gigatonnes. The sheer force of all those combined blasts should have killed or cooked anyone in a shelter. There isn't a shelter deep enough to survive that kind of attack. Even if there was, the debris would prevent escape or the mechanisms sealing the door would have been welded shut by the heat.

i wasnt aware that Kashingrad was hit my mulitpile warheads.