NationStates Jolt Archive

Prime Minister Ivansky Bochick stroaked the desk in front of him. A vast,
polished, mahogany desk. It was, in fact, 150 years old. He knew this,
because imprinted on the tiny plack screwed down onto the slide out drawer
which now held his keyboard, and would have once held the writing utensils of the greats. He had always loved this desk. He had missed it when he had been out on Remus in hiding. But now, the civil war had ended. And Faxanavia was reformed. He stared up at the newly re-drawn map which decorated his wall. It was a vast, incredibly drawn thing. It showed the New Allied States of Faxanavia, the seven states he stood for. Western Faxanavia, Northern Faxanavia, Printernavia, Bolshkov, Romus, and Remulus. He smiled. It was good to be back in his office. Still, he had work to do. Pulling out the vast, high-backed chair that he used for this desk, he sat. With one hand, he woke the computer to his left, and with the other he shifted through the stack. A folder caught his eye. It was marked, in bright red letters, "URGENT!"He pulled it from the stack, which promptly fell into a neat mess across his desk. tidying it up, he flipped open the folder. Out fell several photographs; A tall man, an imposing man. He stared with a fire in his eyes. A second one showed a group of people. Obviously, they were praying. And the final picture showed the same people. Save for one difference: the spreading explosion, and the screaming, and the panic. He stared on in horror. Finally, he removed from the folder a single piece of paper.A report from an agent who was corresponding from the tiny island nation of Noctiana. The brief report said,

"Location: Noctiana
Date: 8-31
Report: The New Faxanavian government must be made aware of the coming problems in Noctiana. A new splinter religious group, the Genonians is being
persecuted by the Noctianan governmentmal forces, culminating in this
pictured bombing where in a Noctianan agent deployed a briefcase of
explosives into a corwded street of these Genonians. The man pictured is
Noctianan secretary of war Jeremiah H. Bullfrog, who orchestrated the attack.
This agent feels that the Noctianan governmental action must be halted, lest
they begin to expand their tyranny across the region."

The Prime Minister re-read the report. He was deeply troubled. Noctiana, even though it's relationship with Faxanavia had been rocky (it was one of the
original Faxanavian states, but broke away), was still a good ally. Still,
the New Faxanavian would not stand for this injustice. He clicked an intercom
button, and alost instantly one of his clarks appeared. It was Brian. Again.
He secretly wondered if he had actually ever hired any other clarks, and if
not, how much was he paying Brian. Still, Brian was easily one of the most
trustworthy people he knew.

"Brian," said the Prime Minister, "Please run some errands for me.""Yes, sir." said Brian. No need to ask. The Prime Minister would supply in
due time.

"First, contact the general's offices and tell them that we need to prep for
war. I want the air force ready to be off the ground, and I want to get the
Black rooster squadron prepped, as well as 60,000 infantry soldiers and enough
men for 500 tanks. Secondly, tell them to prep the Gladiator."

Brian nodded. He did not question the Prime Ministers descisions. He wanted
this war over fast, and he wanted it over soon.

While the Faxanavian forces prepared down below, more action was taking place in the vast reaches of space. Several satelites swung out of their geo-syncronous orbit around the United Republics of Pangea (Faxanavia's home) and turned their attention towards the tiny archipelago of Noctiana. The 8 islands, in their tiny circle, were brimming with life. A grand population of 62 million. They relayed data back- locations, places, things, army bases, navy, marines, air force bases. And one, one turned it's eye to the main city, where it watched one special house. The house of Minister of Defense, Jeremiah H. Bullfrog.

"Shit! Those motherfuckin' assholes! I'll blow their damn mouths off!" Bullfrog slammed his fist on the table.

"Mr. Secretary, if I may?"
"No you may not! Shut up! Shut the hell up!" He picked up a letter opener and stabbed it into the wall. Not for the first time. "They're gonna' bomb Strawberry Fields, aren't they?"
"We're not entirely sure. But we have picked up major satellite activity directed at us. At any rate, they've given word to the UN."
"UN, UN. The UN! Shit! I'm in the UN! Why have I not been told?"
"I suggest you talk to them. A pre-emptive strike may be necessary."

Dick Furman, Secretary of International Affairs. At fifty-four, and with twenty years tenure in the department, he had grown quite tired. A war was not going to help at htis point. He stared at the file in disbelief.

"September 1
Ministry of Secretariats, Department of International Affairs
James D. Wright
Urgent.

Dearest Messers of the Department,



I notify you at this time with urgent news. Our longstanding ally and friend, The Allied States of Faxanavia, is currently sitting on the brink of warfare with our great state. Inclosed is a confidential Intelligence Report:

'Armament of Faxanavia: 16 Anti Air Reconaissance Bases along shore, 16 satellite telephotographic interceptors armed, possible nuclear developement.
Diplomacy of Faxanavia: Warning message to UN intercepted, arms trading with Lillydore. $6 b wired to UN banks. Private radio intercepted.

Noctianan Retaliation: Bochnick office bugged, Secretary's office bugged. Car bombs placed in Congressional parking lot, Satellite coverage redirected. 12,000 troops ready for invasion, more to be deployed immediately with permission. Weapons production underway.'"

Furman turned around and looked at the fuming Bullfrog. He was crying, and Furman grunted. "Fearless leader," he thought, "fearless leader."

The loading docks were busy. Aircraft, shifted by massive lifts, were loaded onto the vast aircraft carriers, tanks shifted onto smaller ships. Infantry men marched back and forth, Faxanavian AWK-1's over their shoulders. It was a sight of military efficiency, and one of capability. They were ready to go to war. Faxanavia belived, whole heartedly, that, "When you go to war, go to war." An exetreme show of force would often scare other enemies into surrender.
The Prime Minister oversaw this arming. He was hoping that this show of superior fire power would make the Noctianans realize their relatively smaller military might. Then, and only then could negotaitions be reached to halt these human rights violations.
OOC: I chose to edit Blackheart out, mainly because it is against Faxanavian doctrine to assault non-military territories. And, basically, that's all he's useful for right now. Look for him later, in a different role.

John Jacobson was happy. He had just been delcared by the Faxanavian Parliament as the new "Senator of Sovreign States". A noble position indeed. He whistled a jaunty tune to himself as he unlokced his car door. He continued to whistle, nasaly, as he inserted the key into the ignition. The tune reached a high point as he turned the key. The car exploded in a vast firey comet. He did not complete his humming.
Within two hours of the death of Mr. Jacobson, the Faxanavian government returned fire. They knew that the Noctianans were behind this bombing. No one ahd reason to attack Jacobson, save for them. They were at war with Faxanavia, and if they knocked out someone of such high position, it could help their forces. Of course, Faxanavia responded.
The Faxanavian Thor Orbital Weapons System opened it's hatches. Under the watchful eye of the Zeus control satelite, it deployed. Out of the rocket charged launch points fired god rods- the Tungsten based kinetic energy weapon so beloved by militaries everywhere. They plunged, their targeting watched over by Vigilant satelites.Each one had a target: A naval base, or an airforce field, or a training school. All of them were targeting major Noctianan military installations. When the kinetic energy weapons struck, they would deploy with the energy imparted from dropping several miles through the atmosphere. It would be alot like dropping several British "Tallboy" missles on each base. The effect- devastating. Just what the Faxanavian forces wanted.

OOC: I chose to edit Blackheart out, mainly because it is against Faxanavian doctrine to assault non-military territories. And, basically, that's all he's useful for right now. Look for him later, in a different role. So, consider any and all chemical weapons that I was going to use moot.

Within minutes of the attack, a communique was sent out from the Faxanavian communication centers to Noctiana. The message was simple:
The Community of Noctiana,
We, the Allied States, have reason to belive that you are responsible for the murder of one of our top ranking officials. We have responded with force, but are willing to stand down if you are open to diplomatic discussion. Please respond within the next fourty-eight hours. If you do not, it will be taken as a sign of non-compliance, and we will be forced to begin our assault.
Respectfully yours,
Prime Minister Ivansky Bochick

P.S.
A brief message from the secretary of external defense:
Just wanted to say that we really appreciated your attempts to hack our satelites. Really. Trying to hack into a single broadcast isolated center. Really, a good try. Then, when you tried to hack directly to the feed. Really nice. Especially when we re-routed you to Lebanese broadcast satelites.
Try again later,
Secretary of External Defense Felix Fausting

Jeremiah chuckled a cruel, warlike chuckle. Faxanavia had no idea what was about to hit them. His plan was perfect. It lay on his desk.


Noctiana Ministry of Foreign Affairs
Jeremiah H. Bullfrog

Having received word of recent developments in Noctianan military advancements, we, as being the Department of War, have outlined a plan for the destruction of the Faxanavian military. We have purchased enough weapons for the destruction of the military, as well as internal manufacturing of high grade weapons using various combined budgets and the robbery of Faxanavian funds, as well as well funded person intrest groups (Martino family, NDFA, etc.)
Details enclosed.

The 48 hours were open. And so, it came.
It came from the skies.
It came from space.
It came from the grounds.
It came for doom.
The Faxanavian attack was well planned. Adn, actually, quite simple. It began as 3 B-52 bombers soared out and into Noctianan airspace. They deployed their payload, and were gone faster then they had come.
Their payload, it seems, were 2 Faxanavian "Air Raid" EMP weapons. They soared forward, first on their ammoniumpochlorate engines, and then their ram-jets. They swung in. They came to there targets. Frankly, it would have been hard for them to be hit. What with them reaching mach 4.
They descended to their targets and detonated. These targets were rather large Noctianan cities. They were Leningrad, and Stawberry fields, and Mr. City, and Policeman City, and Johnanyoko, and Glass Onion. they detonated. The resulting EMP wave had the capacity to wipe out every electronic in a mile and a half radius.
The second phase began.
From space, 4 Thor Orbital Weapons satelites turned their sites. Guided by Vigilant satelites, they fired their tungsten kinetic weapons. Each of these dropped at over 36,000 feet per second. they targeted what few Noctianan military encampments that hadn't already been hit. They dropped with the force of earthquakes.
The third stage took effect as Faxanavian "Dread-buster" ships skipped into Noctianan waters. There, they deployed their massive payloads. What little of a navy Noctiana had was about to be ravaged as vast tungsten rods, traveling at 11000 feet per second punched through hulls.
Finally, Faxanavian FB-11 Mudhen bombers took to the air. They began to bomb systematically what was left of the major Noctianan cities and military installations. They planned to continue this bombing until they were forced to return to their carriers to refuel.
The Prime Minister watched with grim satisfaction as the destruction took place on satelite feed. Soon, the Noctianans would know why not to fight Faxanavia.

Within hours of the attack, a communique went out:
To the United Socialist States of Noctiana:
Please be aware that the United Socialist States of Noctiana is now in ruins. Your major cities are seriously damaged. Your military bases are decimated. We are willing to offer you a peace treaty. should you find this agreeable, please halt all military action, and we shall halt all of our assaults. If you choose to not respond within 48 hours, we will step up our attack- possibly using nuclear ordinance. I do hope it will not come to that.
Respectfully yours,
Prime Minister Ivansky Bochick

OOC:

I would like to ask if I could be in this. If I may be, I would like to ask Fax if Noc's his puppet. Or not. And, if Noc isn't, then that's godmodding right there Fax. Even though it's slightly obvious he's lost.

OOC: actually, this is all pre-agreed. This is a war between myself and a friend, so we're sort of being over the top. I apologize, VDB, but it's really a closed RP. The major goal here is A. it will amuse us and B. so he can have some practice with war( (although he hasn't struck yet:confused:) Thanks for the concern though.

OOC: actually, this is all pre-agreed. This is a war between myself and a friend, so we're sort of being over the top. I apologize, VDB, but it's really a closed RP. The major goal here is A. it will amuse us and B. so he can have some practice with war( (although he hasn't struck yet:confused:)Thanks for the concern though.

Cool. Though, bombing your friend is fun, but not a good way to learn how to make war.

Cool. Though, bombing your friend is fun, but not a good way to learn how to make war.

I guess you're probably right. but still, it's more of a friendly one-sided competition then anything else. He wanted war, I jsut went along with it.

I guess you're probably right. but still, it's more of a friendly one-sided competition then anything else. He wanted war, I jsut went along with it.

Ha.

Noc, don't be surprised if you find me cropping up in Fax's history. For some reason we've been roleplaying together for a while. So, hi, and now bye. I'm offline.

With a grim face, Bullfrog signed the communique. Reading it over, he shuddered at the thought of war:

Noctiana Ministry of International Affairs
Department of War
Secretary Jeremiah H. Bullfrog

Dearest state of Faxanavia,

Though the level of damage does not measure up to your estimate, today is a grim day for our nations. Your continuous violations of internation law and national rights lead us, so reluctantly, to reject your peace negotiations. This is war.

OOC: Okay, this is really enough. You need to be realistic, you need to describe the damage I just did you, and you need to realize, hey, guess what? you don't have a chance. You have no defense budget. A small army. The only way you've gotten this far by stealing my money and then pretending I didn't attack you. If you want to wage war, wage war. Don't simply sit there making statements you can't back up. Do some reading: Try this. (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=416823)