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OOC thread: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=536491

The nation of Vanek Drury Brieres had to be delt with. That was how Prime Minister Ivansky Bochick of Faxanavia felt. Oh, sure, they seemed okay. But it was one blown up oil rig here, one terrorist attack there, and before you know it, they'd gone over to the dark side. No, they had to be dealt with here and now.

He beckoned one of his assitants, and said, "Bryan, I want you to send a joint telegram through the UN system. I want to let any countries who's interested know that we are going to war against VDB. ALso, tell the generals to prep black rooster for deployment, and prepare an assault force. We're going into battle."

The clark dashed off. Within a few minutes, the message was relayed. Faxanavia's new, untested force was suiting up. The Gerald R. Ford Supercarrier was fueling and prepping. A battle was brewing.

Once Bynamar noticed the genocides in VDB they couldn't help but feel sorry for those poor people. The Prime Minister of Bynamar, Al-Qaesari called his general in for a press confrence stating that Bynamar would be going to war with Vanek Drury Brieres.

As Bynamar's special forces unit Red Tiger prepared to be dropped in the DMZ, Al-Qaesari welcomed any other countries to join in the fight to stop the genocide in VDB with a satalite message to all of his allies.

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Message from the President of Dweladelfia

The Republic of Dweladelfia warns any nation planning on attacking Vanek Drury Brieres will be delt with swiftly and harshly by the Republic. Any hostile actions against our friends in Vanek Drury Brieres will be viewed as an act of war against there friends in the Republic. 2 Carrier strike groups have been dispatched to the area of Vanek Drury Brieres. Please consider this before you attack this nation.

President Avondale

As Bynamar's special forces unit Red Tiger prepared to be dropped in the DMZ, Al-Qaesari welcomed any other countries to join in the fight to stop the genocide in VDB with a satalite message to all of his allies.

OOC: Dweladelfia prime, this is, in fact, a practice war. It has been pre-meditated by several of us, including VDB, who agreed to be the target. If you are interested in signing up, please do so in the OOC thread or contact VDB.
IC: The Prime Minister had received the Bynamarian telegram. Although ,why they thought there was a genocide in Vanek Drury Brieres was beyond him, he acknowledged their joining up with his forces. Another telegram was sent out.
To: Prime Minister Al-Quaesari
From: Prime Minister Ivansky Bochick
We are happy to here of your involvement in the war to help keep VDB at bay. We are prepping our deployment as I write- fourty thousand troops, as well as two hundred Faxanavian F-11 Mudhens and one hundred and fifty Abrams Tanks. They will be deployed by carrier to VDB. I suggest a preliminary strategy meeting would be a good idea.
Respectfully yours,
Prime Minister Ivansky Bochick

OOC: I made a huge OOC Thread Post. Dweladelfia, I'm honored, but I can easily take everyone on my own. In fact, I'm limiting my forces to whatever they have. That was the original plan. I'll TG you if I need assistance in another war if that's OK. Oh, and Fax, the F-11 is actually the Tiger (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/F-11_Tiger). Secret IC means you do not know of this development, ICly.

SIC: (Secret IC)

"Well, well, well," said Thomas Vanek. "If it isn't Faxanavia and Bynamar."

"Ah, we had good times, good ole Bochick," said Chris Drury (OOC: I'm not lying actually). "But war, oh no. That was a bad mistake."

"Excuse me sir!" cried an aide. "We have received visual and radar evidence of an approaching Gerald R. Ford Supercarrier! Orders?"

"Send two Enterprise-class ships to help."

"Yes, sir!" The aide walked away, got on a phone to the nearest Enterprise-class aircraft carriers, the TPS Tiger and the TPS Woods. "You are ordered by the authority of the Princes to attack an unidentified Gerald R. Ford-class supercarrier, containing markings of a Faxanavian ship. Our Military Intelligence assures us there is a Gerald R. Ford-class ship in the Faxanavian fleet. Before, however, you must send a diplomatic message."

IC: (OOC: regular)On board the TPS Woods

The captain, after receiving this phone call, immediately went to the communications booth. "Excuse me, Sailor, you are to send a message to a Gerald R. Ford-class ship containing Faxanavian markings, by radio." A blip appeared on the radar. "The message is....."

TO UNIDENTIFIED GERALD R. FORD- CLASS SHIP:

YOU ARE ENTERING VANEK'IAN WATERS, OWNED BY THE ALLIED STATES OF VANEK DRURY BRIERES. THIS IS A SHIP IN THE VANEK'IAN FLEET. PLEASE STATE YOUR BUSINESS. A C-130 HERCULES PLANE WILL BE APPROACHING TO OBSERVE YOUR SHIP AND LAND. PLEASE DO NOT SHOOT IT DOWN, THAT WILL MEAN WAR.

Afterwards, the captain told the communcations booth to send a message via phone to the TPS Tiger: Prep your planes, this may get nasty. TPS Woods. And that is exactly what he told his pilots below.

OOC: I don't know exactly whether it's Fax's ship. Also, Fax, I believe two Enterprise can equal one Gerald. My two ships have 10 F/18s, 10 F/16s,

OOC: Woops sry, lol wasnt paying attention. lol

Whatever, it's OK.

OOC: I'll believe you when you say two enterprises= one gerald. However, I'm not gonna shoot you down just yet. Faxanavians believe in diplomacy.
IC: The approaching water craft were less then a blip on the Gerald R. Ford Supercarrier Defenestrative, but still something to worry about. Then, the TG came through.

TO UNIDENTIFIED GERALD R. FORD- CLASS SHIP:

YOU ARE ENTERING VANEK'IAN WATERS, OWNED BY THE ALLIED STATES OF VANEK DRURY BRIERES. THIS IS A SHIP IN THE VANEK'IAN FLEET. PLEASE STATE YOUR BUSINESS. A C-130 HERCULES PLANE WILL BE APPROACHING TO OBSERVE YOUR SHIP AND LAND. PLEASE DO NOT SHOOT IT DOWN, THAT WILL MEAN WAR.

The Faxanavian people have always believed in peace before war. Only in response to an assault were the forces in the ship ordered to attack.

A response was sent back on shared communications waves.

We are an envoy from The Free Land of Faxanavia. We come to discuss matters of destruction and unlawful act upon the part of the government of Vanek Drury Brieres. We wish to partake of a peace meeting. If you deny us our demands and continue to remain hostile, we will open fire on your forces.
That is all.

They crew waited, with baited breath, for a response. Of course, it appeared to the VDB forces that the carrier was all but alone. Little would they be aware of the true power hidden inside of it's hull.

"Excuse me, sir," said the head of the communications.

"Yes, what is it," said the captain, slightly annoyed. He had been driving the soldiers through a drill that involved singing the national anthem of the VDB, Thnks fr th Mmrs by Fall Out Boy, everyone's favorite song.

"We've gotten a reply."

"Oh, really? Are we within distance to shoot them down?"

"Um, yes, but they're asking to have a peace meeting." said the communications officer.

"Darn it, now we can't shoot them down. VDB Code says so."

"Yes, sir."

"OK, we'll guide them into the biggest docks. Tell them that. For a diplomatic meeting."

"Yes, sir!"

TO FAXANAVIAN GERALD R. FORD-CLASS SHIP:

WE WILL GUIDE YOU IN TOWARDS THE BIGGEST DOCKS IN THE VDB FOR A MEETING. FOR FUTURE REFERENCES, WE ARE THE TPS TIGER, AND THE OTHER SHIP IS THE TPS WOODS IF YOU NEED US. HOWEVER, YOU WILL HAVE TO SUBMIT TOWARDS A C-130 FULL OF EXPERTS TO SEARCH YOUR SHIP. COME WITH US.

"Well, actually sir, I've got another idea," said the first mate in a meeting later that night. "Let's guide them through the Poulter Zone.

Everyone shivered throughout the room. The Poulter Zone was a graveyard full of ships. The VDB Fleet had figured out how to get through, but nobody else had. And certainly a Gerald R. Ford-class ship was way too big.

"Sure, let's, just to see how smart they are." said the captain. "All hands on deck! Pilots, get to your planes. C-130, launch! Change our direction by 10 degrees. Snap to it!"

Meanwhile, the C-130 flew towards the Gerald R. Ford-class carrier. The VDB had two, but it was still an amazing sight. The C-130 moved in to land, containing trusted soldiers that could search the ship.

Meanwhile, back on land, the commander of the VDB Air Force was issuing orders.

"OK, at all of our major bases, have a watch going. No F/A-22 or B-2 is going to sneak past us! Have a watch. And alternate watches well."

"Also, have the 12th and 13th Squadrons come in here."

The aide went and got the Squadrons who were wondering, why the heck are we here?

"12th Squadron! You are made up of 5 F/A-22s and 5 B-2s, is that correct?"

Ten, "Yes sir!" were heard.

"Then, you have a special mission. Go to the country of Faxanavia. Your goal, is to blow up the federal government's capital building. Understand?"

"Yes, sir!"

The ten pilots left to go on their missions.

"13th Squadron!"

Ten "Yes, sir!"

"I want you to do the same. Except, head toward Bynamar."

"Yes, sir!" The pilots headed out the door.

At the air force base, the pilots put 2 AGM-86 ALCM per ship, an air-to-surface missile, and then the rest were AIM-9 Sidewinder missiles.

Several Hours Later

The 12th Squadron entered Faxanavian airspace, and then left.

The 13th Squadron entered Bynamar airspace.

OOC: That's an interesting national anthem...
IC: Captain Jeremiah Jackson was worried. Okay, he knew that they would find out they had planes on board. and so many. And soldiers. And tanks. He shuddered. Of course, they were obviously here prepared fro war. why else would they bring their second largest transport ship? Still, they could always defuse this if the Bynamarians didn't act too rashly and decide to simply bomb. Then again, if the Bynamarians decided to ignore diplomacy, the Faxanavians might just have to switch sides...

He radioed out to where ever it was they had received his message.

Thankyou. PLease direct us to your major port. We will willingly allow your c-130 soldiers to board our ship, and to search it. We will require directions for docking.
Thankyou.

He sighed. VDB and Faxanavia had always stood as allies, ever since the war on Londim. It would be a shame to fight them. Still, he was glad at least he wasn't going to be deploying to the ground...

At the VDB Fleet HQ

"Send all ships back to the VDB," said Admiral Eric Belanger. "Except, have six Amphibious Assault Craft detained and sent towards the docks. They will be loaded up with about 2,000 passengers each, and three will be sent to Bynamar, three to Faxanavia. Except the Faxanavian ones are going to wait, unfortunately. Let's see how they like invasion!"

Gradually, all of the VDB ships in the world (except the ones in the Londim battle) were moved back towards their home country. The Amphibious Assault Craft were loaded up and sent back to see. Soon, the three Amphibious Assault Craft were in Bynamarian waters.

OOC: That's an interesting national anthem...
IC: Captain Jeremiah Jackson was worried. Okay, he knew that they would find out they had planes on board. and so many. And soldiers. And tanks. He shuddered. Of course, they were obviously here prepared fro war. why else would they bring their second largest transport ship? Still, they could always defuse this if the Bynamarians didn't act too rashly and decide to simply bomb. Then again, if the Bynamarians decided to ignore diplomacy, the Faxanavians might just have to switch sides...

He radioed out to where ever it was they had received his message.



He sighed. VDB and Faxanavia had always stood as allies, ever since the war on Londim. It would be a shame to fight them. Still, he was glad at least he wasn't going to be deploying to the ground...

"Well, they answered quite graciously," said the captain. "Maybe we can come to some agreement. No Poulton's Zone for them! They were our allies, maybe they should stay our allies."

"But cap..."

"Shut your trap. You heard it, we're heading towards the docks. Send a message back. It is, Thank you."

"But, sir..."

"I outrank you buddy!"

The communications officer started to cry. It was every sailor's dream to traverse the Poulton Zone. Safely.

A Week Later

The TPS Tiger and TPS Woods pulled into port. A total of 10,000 troops were making sure the Faxanavians didn't have any tricks up their sleeve. The Faxanavian operations were being postponed, just for this meeting.

OOC: I love that song! And you have to admit, the lyrics are kinda good for a national anthem. Better than some other things.

OOC: I take it this means that the bombers have left my airspace.
IC: Captain Jeremiah Johnson got things done. And, he reasoned, who better to get things done for yourself, but yourself? That was why he, personally, was to meet with the four princes of Vanek Drury Brieres. He marched up the docks, surrounded by a contingent of 10 armed Faxanavian troops, who were in turn surrounded by 20 armed Vanek troops. Of course, the captain was by no means unprepared. Tucked down his shirt was a clove of garlic, and in his left heel, sewn into the boot was a stilleto throwing knife. The knife, if things got rough, and the garlic, becuase, well, he'd heard things about the princes... Things related to vampirism. (OOC: I know this because VDB mentioned one of the princes is a vampire in Enraged Goblins Vampire slaughter thread) Still, it was in one of those vampire safe cases, but, better safe then sorry.

OOC: I take it this means that the bombers have left my airspace.
IC: Captain Jeremiah Johnson got things done. And, he reasoned, who better to get things done for yourself, but yourself? That was why he, personally, was to meet with the four princes of Vanek Drury Brieres. He marched up the docks, surrounded by a contingent of 10 armed Faxanavian troops, who were in turn surrounded by 20 armed Vanek troops. Of course, the captain was by no means unprepared. Tucked down his shirt was a clove of garlic, and in his left heel, sewn into the boot was a stilleto throwing knife. The knife, if things got rough, and the garlic, becuase, well, he'd heard things about the princes... Things related to vampirism. (OOC: I know this because VDB mentioned one of the princes is a vampire in Enraged Goblins Vampire slaughter thread) Still, it was in one of those vampire safe cases, but, better safe then sorry.

OOC: Great. What do vampires do under garlic? I shoulda known you'd pull that, Fax. And, yes, the bombers/fighters have left. I'm going to put what missiles they have in an edit.

A VDB armed guard opened the door to a Bugatti Veyron. "This is the fastest car in the VDB. Just jump in, and if you speed, the police won't chase you. Hence go as fast as you can. There's a built-in GPS system, it's already linked towards where you need to go, the Princial Palace."

OOC: I don't actually plan to use the weapons. Not unless you attack the captain. Really just a precaution. And, I believe garlic is basically a huge allergy for vampires, i.e. sneezing, coughing, wheezing, etc.
IC: The car roared along the highway, the captain at it's control. It handled like a dream. The captain smiled. If this all blew over, he would have to get himself one of these.

The car roared up to the palace minutes later. He stepped out,and was immediately surrounded by guards who walked him in. He passed through a metal detector (the knife got through, mainly because of how it was concealed.) He was then frisked, and questioned about the garlic. He explained it away as a religious thing- which was technically true. The captain was a Pastafarian, and following the commandment to wear the holy pasta sauce ingriedient at all times (35% of Faxanavia is Pastafarian.) He was walked into the main hall, where in he was seated on an uncomfortable half sofa and asked to wait. The princes would be out shortly...

"Excuse me, please come with me," said a clerk walking up to Captain Johnson. The clerk turned around and led Johnson to a white room where four people stood. "Hello, I'm Thomas Vanek," said Vanek, who immediately started coughing and moved to the other side of the room. He of course knew what Johnson had, and decided not to comment. Then Chris Drury, Daniel Briere, and Ryan Getzlaf introduced themselves without any problems.

"May we sit down?" asked Daniel Briere

OOC: The garlic is in a vampire proof casing, so he shouldn't be overly affected.
The captain nodded curtly, and seated himslef at the table in the room. He waited for the princes to seat themselves. As they did he said, "Gentleman, I'm so glad that we could have this meeting. Now I realize that there is some contention between our two countries. But, gentleman, I ask you to remeber the time when Faxanavia and Vanek Drury Brieres were allies. I feel that we can achieve this again. With the civil war in old Faxanavia, we are forced to assemble a smaller country until such times as we can...rectify this situation. We don't want another war. Not against VDB, as such a powerful nation." He pulled back and stood, pacing the room as he did when stressed. "Therefore, gentleman, I feel that we should propose an alliance. Faxanavia will ally with you against any and all opposition who so chooses to join with Bynamar, and in exchange any and all Vanek Drury Brieres actions against Faxanavia will be halted." He waited, watching the faces of the princes for a tell-tale sign of anything.

Immediately Prince Ryan Getzlaf asked,"Do you have authorization from your government?"

The rest of the Princes' minds were churning. But they had just declared war on us! What was the point? But they decided to hear the answer.

"Why, yes, Prince. The Prime Minister realized that he was a little... presumptious in his declaration of war. The recent actions can easily be rectified if we simply agree to a treaty. Faxanavia will back out of the war, and will even be willing to help you fight any other countries wishing to assauly VDB for it's previous actions. In return, you will hault any and all VDB action against Faxanavia, and allow us to go on in peace. Mutual peace, gentleman, is always a great thing." He produced from a tiny velcro patch on his uniform a scroll of parchment. "This, gentleman, is a draft written by the Faxanavian congress and ratified by Prime Minister Bochick declaring a peace between our two countries. We ask that you think on it."

Prince Ryan took the draft. It had a seal and everything. He showed the other Princes.

"We accept your offer," said Prince Thomas Vanek. "Though helping us will not be neccessary."

Meanwhile VDB had its ships off the coast of Bynamar, Al-Qaesari told General Byrar to ready the artillary. Since most of the Bynamarian troops were heading for VDB, Bynamar was extremely exposed with only 1,000 troops to spare and 500 artillary shells. Little did the VDB know, Bynamar had sent 5 Mig 29's to attack the ships off the coast of Bynamar.

"Ready, aim, fire!!!" General Byrar announced.
Almost instantly shells of artillary were bombarding all of the VDB ships, partially damaging only one.

Once they ran out of artillary they got the troops ready by posting 50 cal. machine guns all along the beach under dunes and in bushes to but up a decent fight.

The captain nodded and exited the room, the reak of garlic following him. An hour later, the command went out for all personell to withdraw. Faxanavia was pulling out.
OOC: To be frank, my OOC reasoning for pulling out was two-fold. One, I'm allies with VDB, so I probably wouldn't go to war with them. Two, I'm handling a civil war over in Fax, which will eventually segue into a war with a friend of mine who seems to think he stands a chance with no military budget. So, I'm pretty much pulling out. If VDB needs help (like, if Weccanfield returns), or if for some reason Faxanavia chooses to return to help Bynamar's forces, just TM me.

"What the.." said the captain. "Part of the ship is destroyed! Those blasted Bynamarians.... at least they're out of artillery. Send a RQ-4 for reconnaissance! And warn the other ACCs (Amphibious Assault Craft). Launch some Amphibous Landing Craft, we're going to go on land!"

Once the message was received, the three Amphibious Assault Craft went towards the Bynamarian coast. In the meantime, the AAC at Bynamar released Amphibious Landing Craft. A RQ-4 Unmanned plane flew over the machine gun posts, noting their locations, and sending them towards the Amphibious Assault Craft. The AACs immediately fired 10 Tomahawk missiles at those gun platforms.

Meanwhile Bynamar figured to try and take a diplomatic solution and send a letter to the prime minister of VDB.

Dear Prime Minister,
It has occured to me that we have a minor dispute right now and I relized it is hopeless to try and defeat you. So instead of takintg the chaotic strategy and killing most of my troops. So I have decided to forfit this war and withdrawl my troops. My advisors have told me to take the diplomatic solution and send an ambassador over to VDB. I hope you agree to this peaceful solution, and if not then we will get the UN peacekeepers to deal with you.

Sincerely,
Al-Qaesari,
Prime Minister of Bynamar

As this letter was being sent, Al-Qaesari looked down at the beachfront and saw the horrors of his men being slaughtered out there. He figured that if VDB won't submit to his withdrawl, he'll have to make one last stand and send any available force he can to fight. Civilians or otherwise. Knowing that this war has turned his country into a wasteland full of thugs mugging and murdering anyone who they can't catch. Bynamar has slipped into a civil war.

When he relized that it was too late, a bomb crashed into the building. All of a sudden other buildings started exploding. He started to relize it was a carpet bomb that someone was dropping on the capital of Bynamar.

Immediately all attacks were called off, and a letter sent.

Dear Prime Minister of Bynamar, Al-Qaesari,

We here in the VDB are willing to accept this ambassador, to discuss peace talks. We will pay for any damage created by the VDB, and anything else. Please send your delegate.

Signed,

The Princes of the VDB