Kroando
04-09-2007, 05:36
Belgrade, January 1st
A light snow fell in the crowded streets of Belgrade, as thousands upon thousands of eager civilians had crammed themselves into the city square in order to hear their beloved leader speak to them on an issue of 'National Urgency'. Ever since the end of the revolution over four years ago the people had become enfatuated with Grand Marshall Arkan, a seemingly immortal man who threw off the tyranny of royalty and theocracy, and set down the standards of reason and law. Although countless thousands had been brutally murdered under his purges of the royalty, the people simply cheered him on as he took further control of the nation.
Arkan stood at the head of a massive marble podium before the Capital Building, it's massive stone pillars and steps casting a shadow of intimidation over the entire assembly. Looking down at his feet, at the cold white breath leaving his mouth, at the snow that now littered his black leather trench coat, he smiled...
"My People... Sons and Daughters of Kroando... for many years we have been a broken nation. Exploited... oppressed, and conquored by those we sought to escape!", Arkan spoke, the attention of every soul keen upon him. "Four years ago I asked for time... and that time was granted by you. You, the strength in my arm... the holders of my dreams.", Arkan paused yet again, looking over the massive assembly of soldiers before him. Thousands upon thousands of soldiers clad in black uniforms, rifles mounted upon their shoulders. "In the time you have given me... I have rebuilt our nation. I have rebuilt our strength. And, I have rebuilt our pride! No more shall the tyranny of royalty or theocracy burden your minds. No more shall the weight of imperialism pull down your backs. No more shall we, the people of Kroando be the ones under the boot of hegemony!", Arkan roared out, by this time the hordes of civilians behind the soldiers were hysterical, their rabid support for the Grand Marshall not restrained by the impecable discipline of the military. "Defenders of the Kroandon Dream! NOW - IS - OUR - TIME!" Arkan smiled at the scene before him, the Kroandon flags waving, the patriotism at an all time high, the nation as a whole ready to take the lands of Egypt.
Why Egypt? The Suez Canal was the primary reason. It controlled all naval traffic in and out of the Eastern Mediterranean. It was wealthy in grain, which was deadly valuable in feeding the vast armies of Arkan's Military Machine. Egypt was key to solidating Kroando's place as an international power, if it was taken, the entire world would be forced to recognize it. And so the armies were moving. The army which was to disembark from Durres was that of Grand Marhsall Varn, and elements of his 2nd Army, 35,000 men in total. The fleet which left Durres was grand, scores of ships, both military and transport.
Battle Group
2nd Naval Flotilla
Commander. Admiral Sarven
x17 Pre-Dreadnought Battleships
x27 Armored Cruisers
x5 Torpedo Boats
x45 Transport Ships
Elements of 2nd Army
Commander. Grand Marshall Varn
Standard Infantry. 35,000
Gatling Gun Crews. 50 [250 crew]
Artillery. [900 crew]
x100 90mm Guns
x100 75mm Guns
Grenaders [Men armed with thrown explosives]. 300
February 23rd, 4 Miles North of Egyptian Coast
The massive force sat off the coast... watching and waiting.
[I need a resistance RP'er, so if anyone would help me out, I'd appreciate it. However I'm not really sure what Egypt would have, as they were a colony of England... so... that is the reason I did not land. I dont think they have a navy, but if they do, then... well...]
UPDATE. Egypt has class 4 everything, and around 94,000 troops.
A light snow fell in the crowded streets of Belgrade, as thousands upon thousands of eager civilians had crammed themselves into the city square in order to hear their beloved leader speak to them on an issue of 'National Urgency'. Ever since the end of the revolution over four years ago the people had become enfatuated with Grand Marshall Arkan, a seemingly immortal man who threw off the tyranny of royalty and theocracy, and set down the standards of reason and law. Although countless thousands had been brutally murdered under his purges of the royalty, the people simply cheered him on as he took further control of the nation.
Arkan stood at the head of a massive marble podium before the Capital Building, it's massive stone pillars and steps casting a shadow of intimidation over the entire assembly. Looking down at his feet, at the cold white breath leaving his mouth, at the snow that now littered his black leather trench coat, he smiled...
"My People... Sons and Daughters of Kroando... for many years we have been a broken nation. Exploited... oppressed, and conquored by those we sought to escape!", Arkan spoke, the attention of every soul keen upon him. "Four years ago I asked for time... and that time was granted by you. You, the strength in my arm... the holders of my dreams.", Arkan paused yet again, looking over the massive assembly of soldiers before him. Thousands upon thousands of soldiers clad in black uniforms, rifles mounted upon their shoulders. "In the time you have given me... I have rebuilt our nation. I have rebuilt our strength. And, I have rebuilt our pride! No more shall the tyranny of royalty or theocracy burden your minds. No more shall the weight of imperialism pull down your backs. No more shall we, the people of Kroando be the ones under the boot of hegemony!", Arkan roared out, by this time the hordes of civilians behind the soldiers were hysterical, their rabid support for the Grand Marshall not restrained by the impecable discipline of the military. "Defenders of the Kroandon Dream! NOW - IS - OUR - TIME!" Arkan smiled at the scene before him, the Kroandon flags waving, the patriotism at an all time high, the nation as a whole ready to take the lands of Egypt.
Why Egypt? The Suez Canal was the primary reason. It controlled all naval traffic in and out of the Eastern Mediterranean. It was wealthy in grain, which was deadly valuable in feeding the vast armies of Arkan's Military Machine. Egypt was key to solidating Kroando's place as an international power, if it was taken, the entire world would be forced to recognize it. And so the armies were moving. The army which was to disembark from Durres was that of Grand Marhsall Varn, and elements of his 2nd Army, 35,000 men in total. The fleet which left Durres was grand, scores of ships, both military and transport.
Battle Group
2nd Naval Flotilla
Commander. Admiral Sarven
x17 Pre-Dreadnought Battleships
x27 Armored Cruisers
x5 Torpedo Boats
x45 Transport Ships
Elements of 2nd Army
Commander. Grand Marshall Varn
Standard Infantry. 35,000
Gatling Gun Crews. 50 [250 crew]
Artillery. [900 crew]
x100 90mm Guns
x100 75mm Guns
Grenaders [Men armed with thrown explosives]. 300
February 23rd, 4 Miles North of Egyptian Coast
The massive force sat off the coast... watching and waiting.
[I need a resistance RP'er, so if anyone would help me out, I'd appreciate it. However I'm not really sure what Egypt would have, as they were a colony of England... so... that is the reason I did not land. I dont think they have a navy, but if they do, then... well...]
UPDATE. Egypt has class 4 everything, and around 94,000 troops.