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"We ready?" Asked a gruff croaky voice, Peitro looked at the haggard man who asked the question, his thick moustache marking him out from the native Gallians, the man was an Aschen but for some reason had deided to help Pietro in his war for Gallian Cession from the Aschenchryst.
Indent"We are, you have the paperwork yes?" Pietro asked, his thick Toopoxican accent making the english barely legible, it was early dawn and the sun was providing the group with a thin purple haze, they each walked around the five trucks parked in the wide area, it was a run down factory with potholes and grass growing through the concrete park.
IndentPietro watched as the last crate of Rubbing Alcohol was added to his container, the crates of alcohol ordered by an independent buyer in Toopoxia, making the whole operation semi-legal, the rest of the group were slowly getting into the lorries and making their way out, Pietro too had leapt into the cabin and started the engine, he looked over his copy of the message to the Gallian administrative control, then at the small model of Saint Gallius stuck to his dashboard with blue tack.

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The Lorries made it into port ready for the Cargo ship waiting in dock, they unloaded their containers and made their way quickly out of the area, far be it for the Gallians to stick around in an area soon to be swarming with police,
Pietro finally got out of the seaside town and pulled out his copy of the letter, reading it all the way through before the explosions.

To the Aschenchryst Colonial Administration,
IndentisationthingmajiggerwasmajigadoodleeHopefully this message shall arrive after the explosions which shall severely damage your shipping, trade and use for this area, we do not have any intentions to harm anyone we do not need to and our purpose is simple.
IndentWe ask you to return Gallia to the rightful ownership of the Toopoxican Capitolist Republic, else these attacks shall continue and our numbers will grow, you cannot hold this land and you can avoid harm by surrendering now, a message can be sent in response via the return address, do not attempt a raid on this apartment.

Signed,
Chapter Master to the Knights of St. Gallius

"Rossclaire Harbor, Antrim Province. At 2:15 this morning a cargo ship in port exploded, destroying the vessel and severely damaging the offices of the Royal Gaelian Shipping Company http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Image:Oklahomacitybombing-DF-ST-98_01356.jpg. . Damages in the millions. Casualties are at 8 confirmed dead, 59 wounded and 3 missing. stay tuned to the Aschenhyrst Broadcasting System for more breaking news."
___________________________________________________________________________________________________ at the Citidel, Aschton
King Mark II enters a meeting of the cabinet with fire in his eyes. "Who are these Knights of St. Gallius and why are they commiting acts of treason in my Dominion?"

Padraig Campbell, Minister of Homeland Security answers "Sire, these so-called 'Knights' have been around for the last 50 years. They were formed shortly after the 'Act of Gaelian Accention' passed by popular demand. The are a small group, estimated to number around 2000 members, whose goal is to repeal the 'Act' and become a Toopoxian colony again. Usually , they`ve been suspected in the mysterious deaths of magistrates and kidnappings.This is the first time they`ve pulled off something on a large scale, they must be recieving aid or training outside the Dominion."

"Toopoxian Colony? The Toopoxians left 75 years ago, the region decended into anarchy. The Gallian elite fled to our borders and asked for aid. Hordes of Barbarians pursued them accross our frontier. My Grandfather, Ralph IV, drove them back and pursued them achieving victory at the River Strule. On the 25th anniversary of the battle, the 'Act' passed by a strong majority."

"Some in Western Gaelia have always opposed our rule, your Majesty." http://img402.imageshack.us/img402/3792/aschpolmapzd0.png

"True, Western Gaelia is a rugged, isolated region. My Grandfather had a time trying to pacify it as did my father, now it seems I will too."

"We've got some suspects in the bombing. We`ll begin rounding them up for questioning immediately, Sire."

"Minister Campbell, be advised these 'Knights' are most likely decendants of the original resisters of our rule. They were most vicious when provoked. We`ve got an estimated 2000 terrorists in a population of 2 million ethinic Gallians. They will blend in with the natives quite well. I suspect that they are recieving aid from someone in the Toopoxian Government. Are you prepared to fight fire with fire?"

"Yes ,sire. I am. Members of the Sinister Rouge are infilitrating the far western reaches of Gaelia as we speak."

"Ah, the Sinister Rouge. Most excellent."

"Shall we notify the MU council about the 'Knights'?"

"Make it so."
____________________________________________________________________________________________________ _Secure transmission to Mediterranican Union Members
The bombing in Rossiclaire harbor was carried out by the terrorist group 'Knights of St. Gallius'. We request your assistance in accordance with the MU Charter, Cooperative Anti-Crime and Terrorism Article. At this time we seek your assistance in locating Terror cells of this group operating world wide and information about activities they may be planning against the Sovereign Dominion and /or other Aschenhyrst interests. At this time we are only seeking your assistance on information. However, we believe this group is recieving Toopoxian assistance but cannot prove it at this time. Allied nations are encouraged to inspect all vessels entering their territory that may have originated from Toopoxia or contain cargo from Toopoxia.
Respectfully Yours,
Sir Elihu De Armitage, Minister of Foreign Affairs

Official Imperial Declaration

In light of the recent attacks against our MU and LARC alliance member. The Imperial Kingdom hereby declares all ships passing through or near Imperial territorial waters are subject to monitoring

All vessels entering Imperial waters are subject to search as well as having to identify themselves immediately upon entering Imperial waters as well as identify their cargo, the origin of their vessel and its cargo.

Vessels who refuse to comply with Imperial naval commands will make themselves subject to boarding and commandeering of their ships and its cargo..or should the Imperial naval officer in charge deem the non compliant vessel to be a threat...said vessel or vessels will be targeted for sinking

Tharo Sinakus
Crowned Emperor of the Imperial Kingdom of Gataway

ooc: My involvement in this rp will be very very limited as I am leaving soon for quite some time.

Pietro stopped the motorbike just outside an innocious small town, he had long abandoned the Truck, stolen from the Alcohol distribution center, he felt more comfortable on two wheels anyway, he got off and peeled away the helmet before walking into the noisy warehouse.
IndentSparks bounced off his legs as he walked past the arc welder, two men joined to flank him, he smiled over a job well done, a good day, a bounty bestowed upon him by St. Gallius himself, for only he could request the Knights return, after such a long retirement.

(OOC: Asch, TG's)

Pietro sighed, the anticipation was killing him and causing his helmet to slide a little over his brow, he took it off and readjusted the strap, wiping the dry sweat from his brow he slid the fake keycard over the security panel a second time, resulting in the door finally opening, his team followed him through the door and each went off in their own directions, the mission was going well so far.
Indent"Hey! Stop!" A cry came from the background and instinctively Pietro turned, "Dude, you got a light?" The fellow worker asked, Pietro stopped and put down his toolbox, he fumbled around before producing a lighter and smiling at the man who left, he walked onwards down the stairs and into a shaded obscure area.
IndentThe toolbox was placed again on the floor and opened, he smiled as he drew out the polaroid, slipping it into his pocket before removing the C4 from the toolbox, he stuck it to the wall and pushed the button to make the clock begin to tick, his job was finished, now he could slip out with the rest and make his way to the checkpoint, his was an obscure little town out of the way, preperations had already been made for his arrival.

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It took half an hour, before the five clocks each reached the same conclusion, and the fuse was ignited, causing much the same results as shown in the dockyards, each of the explosions tore a fresh hole in the Power Plant and ignited secondary explosions, the horizon would be lit with flame and the first part of St Gallius' return would be complete.

"At 4:20 am this morning, a series of explosions rocked the Longford Station #4 power plant. Unnamed sources in Aschenhyrst Government say it is the work of the Terrorist Group 'Knights of St. Gallia'. Longford Station #4 will be off line for several months, Service on the Pan-Med Corridor delayed several hours due to the explosions. Casualty count stans at 232 dead, 400 wounded. Stay tuned to the Aschenhyrst Broadcasting System for more on this and other breaking news."
__________________________________________________________________________________________________ at the Citidel, Aschton
"Minister Campbell, What is going on here? Are rogue bands allowed to roam freely thoughout the Dominion and carry out whatever wanton acts of destruction they wish?"

"No, Your Excellency."

"Then precisely what are you doing about these 'Knights'?"

"Sire, we have been questioning suspects and other members of the Gallian community in our search for leads."

"AND?"

" Well, the Gallians are pretty tight-lipped about the situation,they are a tight-knit community. However, we extracted some information from one Gallian who has been implicated in some low-level 'Knights' activities. He claims they are being aided by a native Aschen. No name on this man, he is known to them as 'The Moustache'."

"Minister Campbell, Capture this 'Moustache' and extract information from him. I needn`t remind you of how lucky we were that it was the old coal-fired power plant that exploded and not the newly constructed nuclear plant at Longford Station that was attacked."

"No, Sire. You needn`t remind me."

"If this situation is not resolved and resolved soon, heads will roll. Starting with yours."

"What do you wish my King?"

"You are to use any and all means at your disposal to end this and end this soon."

"And the public repercussions Sire?"

"TO HELL WITH THE PUBLIC REPERCUSSIONS! The people would rather deal with some minor inconvienences than live in fear from these terrorists. You will get this situation under control or I will deal with the Gallians personally."

"Personally, Sire?"

"I will be forced to deal with this rebellion the way my Grandfather and Father dealt with rebellion."
____________________________________________________________________________________________________ SECURE TRANSMISSION TO MU MEMBER STATES
The recent attack at the Longford Station #4 power plant disrupted service on the Pan-Med Corridor for several hours. Due to our Security forces being engaged in ending the threat of the terror group 'Knights of St. Gallia', We petition the MU Security Council to authorize Militarization of the Pan-Med Corridor. This vital asset cannot be endanged by terrorist actions. Pending MU approval, the Aschenhyrst Government hereby Authorizes Military Forces of MU nations to enter Aschenhyrst Sovereign territory to help provide security on the Pan-Med. We ask neighboring Allied nations to increase security at our common borders. Any MU Troops in Aschenhyrst are AUTHORIZED TO USE DEADLY FORCE IN SELF-DEFENSE.
Respectfully Yours,
Sir Elihu De Armitage, Minister of Foreign Affairs

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Official Imperial Message to Government of Aschenhyrst

The Imperial government in light of the recent terror attacks has decided to agree in the motion to militarize the pan-med...as such the preexisting military railway and road way corridors that pass through Imperial territory have now been opened...

In the interest of protecting the Imperial Embassy a small elite forces unit from a Had Jemzi division has already been dispatched as well as the withdrawal of all non vital Imperial personnel from the lands of Aschenhyrst.

Lastly all air bases and naval ports have been officially opened to MU and LARC allies should they seek to use them...as well as two Imperial Army divisions and one Imperial armored corps have been put on alert status and are prepared to deploy should the need for them come along.

Tharo Sinakus
Crowned Emperor of the Imperial Kingdom of Gataway

ooc: Toop you should take notice that since I am leaving in the coming weeks and can not get very involved that Yallak will be temporarily running my nation in my absence to keep it alive and all that

Official response to Gataway
We welcome the Had Jemzi forces you are deploying to secure your nationals. You may begin deploying your regular army troops along sections of the Pan-Med from the Aschenhyrst-Corbourne border to 100km south of Longford Station. We are grateful for this aid from our old friends the Empire of Gataway.
Respectfully Yours,
Sir Elihu De Armitage, Minister of Foreign Affairs
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Secret transmission from the King
TO: COMMANDER KERN, SINISTER ROUGE COMMAND
Begin assembling your forces, I believe that the Ministry of Homeland Security may not be able to bring a quick solution to the current problem. Have all units of Sinister Rouge not in position begin assembling along the Western border of Antrim Province. The Hour of Purification nears.
King Mark II

Five Men are we
Five Knights we are
True and Mighty and Right
We March, we March for the King
and for our People

Dragoons we are marching justly
Dragoons we are marching proud
They will not sieze our home
We March, we March for the King
and for our People

Sound resound the Army marches
From Naibe to Regi Luni
We salute the March of the Dragoons
We March, we March for the King
and for our People

Tear stricken proud soldier
Marching for our King
What say you Noble Warrior?
Will you do it for our King?

March of the Dragoons, 1845 Saint Gallius Edition

SIC:

*****Top Secret*****

To: Ernst Tormilind, CMI
From: Vesse Põhjakotkas, FCO
Subject: Directive on Gaelian terrorism

This Gaelian terrorism at our Aschenhyrst allies territory is dangerous to Olmedrecan interests. Military intelligence will take close look on those Knights of St. Gallia. Also you will investigate any possible Toopoxian connections with the affair. As stability in Mediterranica is in our interests, it has high priority.

SECURE TRANSMISSION TO MU MEMBER STATES
The recent attack at the Longford Station #4 power plant disrupted service on the Pan-Med Corridor for several hours. Due to our Security forces being engaged in ending the threat of the terror group 'Knights of St. Gallia', We petition the MU Security Council to authorize Militarization of the Pan-Med Corridor. This vital asset cannot be endanged by terrorist actions. Pending MU approval, the Aschenhyrst Government hereby Authorizes Military Forces of MU nations to enter Aschenhyrst Sovereign territory to help provide security on the Pan-Med. We ask neighboring Allied nations to increase security at our common borders. Any MU Troops in Aschenhyrst are AUTHORIZED TO USE DEADLY FORCE IN SELF-DEFENSE.
Respectfully Yours,
Sir Elihu De Armitage, Minister of Foreign Affairs

Encoded Imperial Transmission

The Imperial Government hereby agrees to the militarization of the MU corridor. Imperial military personel will be moved into place along the corridor to secure it from civilian and terrorist access.

We are further prepared to deploy forces into Aschenhyrst to help hunt down these so-called 'Knights', at the request of the Aschenhyrst government.

Lord Erkal, Imperial Foreign Minister

My Blood is Honor,
My Honor is Loyalty.
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from the Sinister Rouge Oath of Obedience

Encoded Imperial Transmission

The Imperial Government hereby agrees to the militarization of the MU corridor. Imperial military personel will be moved into place along the corridor to secure it from civilian and terrorist access.

We are further prepared to deploy forces into Aschenhyrst to help hunt down these so-called 'Knights', at the request of the Aschenhyrst government.

Lord Erkal, Imperial Foreign Minister

Secure Dominion Transmission
Lord Erkal, We appreciate your commitment to the security of the Pan-Med. Yallakan Troops may begin deploying along the corridor From Longford Station to a point 100km west. USE OF DEADLY FORCE FOR SELF-DEFENSE IS AUTHORIZED. Yallakan Border Security Forces may, at their discretion, pursue suspected terrorist across the border in the Territories of East and West Gaelia and if need be, set up a security zone on our side of the border in this region.
Respectfully Yours,
Sir Elihu De Armitage, Foreign Affairs Minister

The torch hit the alcohol soaked tyres stacked across the street, it was the last of the stacks to be lit in this town, four other towns had already been lit up, and the sky was blackened with soot, Moustache put down the torch and ran over to the Moped, he leapt on and scooted off towards the Garage, if the others had made their positions then war was about to start.

Victor Broadcasting Network

Pan-Med Militarization-Imperial Troops Deployed
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Military Train carrying Nakil 1A1+'s and troops across the Pan-Med

The government confirmed today the deployment of the 156th and 174th Infantry Divisions as well as the 67th Armored Corps to the Pan-Med corridor in order to prevent possible terrorist activities as well as to have troops in position to assist the Kingdom of Aschenhyrst should the country begin to destabilize.

The Government also confirmed that a Had Jemzi Battalion has been deployed
to begin the removal of Imperial Citizens and non essential Embassy personnel as well as providing additional security to the Imperial Embassy

Message from the Toopoxican Capitolist Republic to the Nations of the Mediteranican Union

Toopoxia denounces the actos of terrorism against the citizens of Aschenchryst, we are not responsible for these acts and nor do we condone the acts of terror deployed, I pray that these actions do not result in a war between our two nations.

Signed,
Consul Gallus Raexe.

The armed motorcade made its way through the countryside around Longford Station. Prince Robert, the youngest son of the King, was aboard the third vehicle in the convoy. At 21 years of age, the young prince was idealistic and loved by the people. He came to East Gaelia, against the wishes of his father, to see the destruction first hand. He invisioned that he could bring hope and healing to this rift that was dividing his nation.

The motorcade entered a small village about 25 km southwest of Longford Station. As the convoy turned onto the main street, the lead vehicles brake lights suddenly came on. The street was ablaze with tires and other refuse, mobs of people were looting and vandalizing everything. The driver of the lead vehicle slammed the gearshift into reverse, ramming and incapacitating the second vehicle. The prince`s driver began executing evasive driving manuvers, he knew trouble was about to happen. As the prince`s vehicle sped towards the entrance to the village a large farm truck pulled out to block the way. Suddenly a man appeared from a concealed positon with a RPG in his hand.

"AMBUSH, TAKE COVER" screamed the driver.

WOOOOSH

The Prince`s vehicle was hit from 20m with an explosive charge, the armored Expedition was a smoldering hull. Prince Robert was dead.

The throne room of the dominion palace, Aschton
"What news do you bring me Minister Campbell?"

"Sire, Riots have broken out in some villages south of Longford Station. National police are trying to restore order but some of these rioters have gained access to high-explosives and RPG`s. The situation is turning bad fast."

"My son, Robert is there touring the damage."

"I know my Lord, that is why I`m here."

"Robert?"

"Sire, his motorcade was ambushed. About 25km southwest of Longford Station. His Expedition was hit by an RPG. I`m sorry, your son has been killed."

"DAMN THOSE GAELIANS, DAMN THEM ALL TO HELL!!!!!"

" I accept full responsiblity for what has happened my Lord. I will formally resign from the Ministry of Homeland Security. Please accept my condolences on your loss."

"We interrupt our regularly scheduled programming for the following official use of the Aschenhyrst Broadcasting System."
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OFFICIAL NEWS FROM THE PALACE OF KING MARK II
"My dear citizens, our nations peace has been disrupted over the past few days by the cowardly acts of the terrorist organization 'Knights of St. Gallus'.

These deranged souls seek to destroy the fabric of our nation. They have attacked our commerce, disrupted our infrastructure and inticed civil disobedience throughout the Territories of East and West Gaelia. Over 600 of our citizens have been injured or killed due to their nefarious actions.

Today in County Longford, an official motorcade touring the region was attacked and the entourage was killed. My beloved son, Prince Robert, was among the dead.

My dear citizens, we can no longer afford to bury our heads in the sand. The 'Knights of St. Gallus' seek to destroy our land and want to re-establish themselves as a colony of Toopoxia. Our children learn in the history books about how Gaelia became a lawless region when the Toopoxians left nearly three quarters of a century ago, of how our gallant troops restored order. They learned how a grateful people voted to become a part of a 'Greater Aschenhyrst Realm'. Although some did not wish to join us, the majority won the day.

And how are we repayed for our kindness? Deciete, carnage, murder.

By Royal Decree:
The Dominion Territories of East and West Gaelia are now under martial law.

A dusk to dawn curfew is in effect, punishable by death.

The Gaelian language is now banned thoughout the Dominion, punishable by death.

Gaelian businesses are ordered closed.

Ethnic Gaelian citzens are hereby ordered to report to the regional magistrates of your community for registration.

Ethnic Gaelians are stripped of their rights to vote and to bear arms.

No ethnic Gaelian is to pass East of the River Boyne or West of the River Strule without documentation and official escort, punishable by death.

All ethnic Gaelian are forbidden from crossing the Antrim Provincial border, punishable by death.

Arrangements are being made to find a new home for your people who wish to leave the Dominion.

Those who wish to remain will be restricted to select regions of the country for your own safety.

The Sinister Rouge will assume security for the Gaelian community and for the enforcement of this decree.

The Armed Forces of the Dominion are now authorized to perform military actions in the homeland.

A Naval Blockade is to begin on the Barotian Sea, from Barotia to Lindesfarne to the Homeland.

No ship shall pass through these waters except Dominion Warships or those from Allied Nations.

All airspace is hereby closed except for Military flights.

All members of the press are orderd to leave Gaelia immediately.

The Dominion is officially in a state of war against the Gaelian terrorists.

Any nation that contributes aid to the terrorist group 'Knights of St. Gallus' shall be considered at war with the Dominion.

We are asking Allied Nations for assistance in the Air and Sea blockades of our nation under collective defense and anti-terrorism articles of the Mediterranican Union Charter.

Citizens of Aschenhyrst and Nations of Mediterranica, the cancer of terrorism must be removed from the body of our nation. Courage will prevail over terror. The people of Aschenhyrst will not cower in fear, our enemies will. Our nations sovereignty shall not be compromised. The hour of purification is at hand. You are either with us or against us.
I bid you farewell."
DEO VINDICE


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" This has been a official communication of the Dominion Government. The Aschenhyrst Broadcasting System now returns to our regularly scheduled programs in progress."

Official Imperial Transmission
The Queen is saddened to learn of the death of her grandson, Prince Robert of Aschenhyrst. The Imperial Realm of Queen Anirtak pledges full governmental and military support to our Aschenhyrst 'cousins'. Only official flights from our country will depart for Aschenhyrst airspace and only under military escourt.
The Anirtakian Navy shall deploy to help in your blockade.
The Anirtakian Air force will help inforce your no-fly zones.
The Anirtakian Army will shed blood with your soldiers.
The Anirtakian Intellegence Agencies will do their part in helping to track these criminals down and bring them to justice.
All it takes for evil to prevail is for good men to nothing.
The Anirtakian people stand beside you in your fight and will see this though to the end.
I will come to Aschenhyrst for the state funeral.

With deepest sympathy,
Queen Anirtak

Official Imperial Message

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Our deepest sympathies are with the royal families and an envoy has already been arranged to attend the funeral services of prince Robert..Emperor Sinakus regrets that he can not personally attend due to a more pressing internal matters.

On the matter of enforcing a naval blockade an Imperial naval task force is en route to assist in the security of the Dominion's territorial waters

"Gentlemen." Pietro walked out onto the makeshift stage, tradition it seemed to have a large pep talk before the battle, trdition shattered by the four people sat on the chairs, "We five men have brought a nation to their feet, and now the final battle approaches." Pietro looked at the bay of home made armoured trucks.
IndentThere was the roar of cheering quietly in the background, "I trust our message was spread well?" There was a nodding of faces, "Then I must be on my way, FOR GALLIA!" He cried before taking his leave, leaping into a car and sending the message on his laptop.

To the Gallian Administrative Control

My name is Geiger Jousif, you know me as the terrorist Pietro, I am formally turning myself over to your forces if you shall give me the pleasure of a meeting with your nations leaders.

Signed,
Geiger Jousif

With the message sent Geiger left, the Moustache, AKA Gwylion Cypta, walked over to the grills on the garage, he slid up the large doors and revealed the large crowd of Gallians, natives who were insulted, angry and armed against the latest anti-Gallian legislation.

Official Olmedrecan Message:

Please accept my sincere sympathy on the tragic death of Prince Robert. No doubt this sad event has been very disturbing for you and for all Aschenhyrstians. Olmedreca will send envoy to state funeral.
You have our full support in dealing with Gaelian terrorists in any way you feel neccessary. We are preparing naval taskforce to support your blockade. Also we are ready to send land forces and air units to area for helping you in crushing the criminals.

Signed,
Vesse Põhjakotkas, First Citizen

The Dominion was abuzz with activity, some more somber than others. Foreign dignitaries were arriving in Aschton for the state funeral of Prince Robert. The navy was, with the help of allied nations, implementing a sea blockade and in Gaelia, those fortunate few who could leave Aschenhyrst were doing so. At the port in Baile Atha, a flotilla of sixty vessels awaited Gaelian refugees. Cruise ships, transports and commericial vessels awaited their human cargo. The Dominion had assembled these ships to expatriate those Gaelians who wanted to leave and could afford to. The cost of the exodus was on those who were leaving. Those who did not have the means to leave were being relocated to the far-western reaches of West Gaelia. It was not the wishes of the Aschen people to have this happen, for decades they had lived peacefully with the Gaelians. Now, the actions of a few bad apples was forcing the Aschen to throw out the whole bushel.



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Sinister Rouge Field H.Q.; County Longford, East Gaelia

Commander Kern studied the map of the region carefully. East Gaelia had a ethnic majority of Aschen with a few enclaves of Gaelians. His mission was two-fold, relocate and provide security for the Gaelian community and in the process, find information and capture any Gaelian who was involved in the attacks against Aschenhyrst. So far, most had be cooperative in the efforts. As the Sinister Rouge troops neared the Gaelian enclave of East Clontarf on the banks of the River Boyne, resistance had started to increase. Stronger measures would be implemented. His orders were clear: pacify the region by any means necessary and make the Dominion secure from any domestic threat. His 'Oath of Obedience' he took years ago required it, for the Sinister Rouge answered to no one but the King himself. They were forever indebted to the monarch and could only repay their debt in blood, their own or that of their enemies. Clontarf was going to be the turning point; if the Gaelians wanted a fight, they were going to get one.


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In the Barotian Sea


The Aschenhysrt Royal Navy was setting up a blockade of the Gaelian territories. Some warships were to escourt the refugee fleet out of Dominion waters but most were there to stop aid from coming in. Command was sure the terrorists were getting aid from outside the Dominion and it was the job of the navy to stop it. The Dominion`s newest battleships had dropped anchor off the shore of the twin cities of Baile Atha/Cliath. The Ships, Davidson-class battleships, were the largest vessels in the fleet. Officially classified as DvdCBB 1 and 2, they had just recieved names in the last few days: HRMS Prince Robert and HRMS Retribution. They were soon to become an important part of the proud tradition of the Royal Navy. Their names carried the thoughts of the entire Dominion and they would do their best to honor them.

Pan-Med Transportation Corridor
42nd Legion Mobile Headquarters, Yallakian/Aschenhyrst Border

‘Well take him to your CO for questioning then Corporal,’ instructed General Ronan Terdeus to one of his men. He leant back heavily into his chair and watched on uninterested as the prisoner, some apparently suspicious civilian from Aschenhyrst, was lead out of the makeshift office. Guarding a road…that had definitely not been what he was anticipating when the call had come in some hours ago to mobilize the legion, but he and his men would do the job all the same.

The worst part was knowing that nothing was likely to happen no matter how long he was stationed here, and that could be indefinitely if the situation in Aschenhyrst didn’t improve. It was hard enough for a legitimate traveller of the Pan-Med to get the permits to pass the border into Yallak but the new security measures would now make it all but impossible without dozens of clearance papers and searches. He almost wished he’d been on the Imperial fleet that supposedly shipped out South around the same time he did – that had to be a little more interesting than waiting around for hours on a big road.

A quick check outside to make sure everything was as it should be and then he would have a look around for something to do. There had to be at least one book around somewhere.

Near the Aschenhyrst colony of Lindesfarne
A squadron of F-16`s escorted a lone 747 jet. The pilots were tasked with the most important mission of their lives, protecting the aircraft of their monarch. The queen had not left the Imperial Realm for many years, the last time to attend the wedding of her daughter to the heir to the Aschenhyrst throne some thirty years ago. This trip was not a joyous occasion, for she was enroute to bury her grandson.The Queen rarely left her country, prefering the solitude of the Anirtakian countryside, but her family came first.


The flight leader of the the squadron radioed the 747, " Incoming aircraft.............Aschenhyrst Royal Air Force.......they are requesting identification." The pilot of the 747 replied, " Aschenhyrst aircraft .......this is Quebec-Alpha-One.......Authorization code Whiskey-zulu-niner." The Aschenhyrst fighters responded, "Quebec-Alpha-One.........Authorization verified.......we`ll lead you in......set course vector 67 degrees and follow us."


In a few hours they would be in Aschton, reunited with her daughter and son-in-law. The funeral came first but other matters needed to be addressed. She had ordered the Anirtakian navy to patrol the seas from the Aschenhyrst colonies of Barotia to Lindesfarne. A part of her wanted this all to be over soon, but she also wanted revenge. "An eye for an eye, A tooth for a tooth, A life for a life." she kept murmuring to herself.

(OOC: and what of my request to meet with your leaders?)

(OOC: and what of my request to meet with your leaders?)

I'm leaving for 35 weeks of military training on October the 4th so...as I said I'm limiting my involvement...Yallak and some others is going to keep my nation alive(Only Yallak will rp anything involving me some friends of mine will log into the account just to make sure it stays active) for me though in my absence...since obviously I won't be able to come back often enough to rp and such...

I'm leaving for 35 weeks of military training on October the 4th so...as I said I'm limiting my involvement...Yallak and some others is going to keep my nation alive(Only Yallak will rp anything involving me some friends of mine will log into the account just to make sure it stays active) for me though in my absence...since obviously I won't be able to come back often enough to rp and such...

(OOC: Urm??? Am I missing something? :l)

(OOC: Urm??? Am I missing something? :l)

I'm enlisted...and my basic+ AIT training is 35 weeks...not including airborne training...since I don't want my nation to die off and what not Yallak is going to be running it for me via a commonwealth state we are creating here:

http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=13066666#post13066666

So basically while I am gone my nation is going to become part of Yallak's empire and so there isn't any real point for you to meet with my nations leadership since it is soon going to be under Yallak's government..there will just be Gatawan officials in the Yallakian government for the purpose of showing my nation still exists rp/Ic wise

To the Gallian Administrative Control

My name is Geiger Jousif, you know me as the terrorist Pietro, I am formally turning myself over to your forces if you shall give me the pleasure of a meeting with your nations leaders.

Signed,
Geiger Jousif



At the palace, Aschton

Commander Kern was summoned by the king for a meeting. He enters the throne room and bows.

"Arise, loyal commander."

"You requested my presence , my lord."

"Commander, have you seen the message we`ve recieved from the terrorists?"

"I have heard of it."

"Please read this."

Commander Kern looked over the letter from the terrorist leader, Geiger Jousif.

"What do you wish me to do, my lord?"

" The Dominion does not bargain with terrorists, we will not give away what is rightfully ours. Commander, you will lead your men into battle against these vermin. You will pursue every last one of them to the end of the earth. You will remove this cancer from our nation. The hour of purification is here. Eliminate the resistance, kill all who oppose our rule. Exterminate the Gallian race if need be. Capture this Jousif if you can, after the trial he`ll be publicly executed. Find all involved in this revolt so they may face justice. Most importantly, bring me the son-of-a-bitch who killed my son. That man will be made an example."

"Your will be done my lord, this i have sworn."

in the countryside around the city of Clontarf

During the night the 35th and 74th Sinister Rouge armored divisions, 21st and 53rd Sinister Rouge Artilliary Divisions and the 4th and 8th Sinister Rouge Infantry Assault Divisions had crossed the River Boyne incircling Clontarf. A ring of steel was now in place against the resistive city. Blackhawk Helicopters criss-crossed the sky dropping leaflets and broadcasting over their PA systems a clear message to the terrorists, "LAY DOWN YOUR ARMS AND SURRENDER TO THE PROPER AUTHORITY TO FACE JUSTICE OR FACE YOUR DEMISE." The terrorists were intermingled among the civilians hoping this would delay any assault against them. The Sinister Rouge troops also knew this but their orders were clear: eliminate the terrorists with extreme prejudice at all costs. The stage was set for a bloody showdown.


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At the port of Baile Atha

The lines of refugess seemed endless. Homeland Security Forces, overseen by Sinister Rouge officers, were processing about 2000 people an hour. So far over 60,000 Gallians had shown up at the docks hoping to be among the lucky few to leave. No nation had agreed to take them yet, so the Aschenhyrst Government had agreed to set up refugee camps in unoccupied islands east of the Aschenhyrst colony of Isthmatia. The first flotilla had left port under Naval escourt earlier that day, carrying about 15,000 refuges. This relocation was costing the Dominion precious assets that could be better utilized crushing the terrorists but it was widely viewed as the humanitarian thing to do. Those who could not leave would be housed in internment camps until a place could be found for them.

Pietro pulled out a map of the city, he lay it down with the four men around him, "Okay, we have most of the city on our side, not nearly enough to destroy their chances of victory, but enough to let them lose their taste for warfare." Pietro glanced once more at the map, he looked at all the major entrances to the city, "Gywllion, what's the latest reports from the City entrances?" Pietro asked.

Gywllion stepped forwards, he held a timed explosive in his hands, "We've already detonated explosives on the major rail lines and using security lights we've positioned explovies here, at the Towns major road entry, and some more here, in the Southern Forests." Gywllion passed on the explosive and looked at Pietro.

"Good, well we don't much in the way of firearms, we need to find a way to deny our enemy the use of gunfire, we already know how, we just need to find a way to employ our best tactics, now all we need is for the enemy to make the first move against us, you all have your orders, let's move."

Somewhere at Northern-Aschenhyrst

Colonel Juhan Lepp from Olmedrecan airforce looked how large B-22 heavy bomber landed. This base was one of the many in Aschenhyrst, where Olmedreca had deployed airforces to support pacifying Gallia, and prevent any foreign attempts to use the situation for aggressive actions against Aschenhyrst. He realised that if Gallian resistance becomes too annoying, then they may be even start massive bombing raids against population centers. Number of heavy bombers deployed in area clearly demonstrated that Supreme War Council considered it realistic option. Of course Olmedrecan participation was not limited to airforce. From latest news Colonel assumed that naval squadron, led by Duke class battleship ONS Nihasa, is soon going to reach to Aschenhyrst. Also there had been rumors about possible deployment of land forces, but nothing clear so far.

Around Clontarf

Midnight
The open salvos from cannon-fire and tanks struck throughout the city. There was no specific targeting of anything, the gunners were firing rounds as fast as they could. Commander Kern had ordered his forces to turn the city to dust. The broadcasts and leaflets had turned out very few Gallians, mabye two dozen. It was Obvioius to the Sinister Rouge troops that the city was filled with terrorists and their supporters. As the firing continued, specific targets became realized. Their orders were simple, destroy the city and crush all resistance.

A forward observer began relaying targets to fire control, " Take down the city hall, tallest building in grid 2-5-0. Fire one...........elevate 10 degrees, fire one.......direct hit....all units fire for effect." The building crumbled in a smoldering heap.

At a checkpoint to the city`s southwest, a Sinister Rouge Assault Infantry platoon observed a small group of people under a white flag approaching their position, "Sarge, incoming personel. Possible hostiles."

"How far out ?"

"100 meters, maybe less."

"Hold fire until they`re 50 meters out and wait for my orders."

"75 meters."

"Steady men."

"50 meters"

"FIRE AT WILL"

The platoons two M240 machine guns opened up on the people, a pink mist filled the air. The rest of the platoon, armed with M16A4 Assault rifles followed suit. Bodies were riddled with bulletholes, screams from the wounded cried out.

"CEASE FIRE"

"Alright men, check them out and finish them off. You know your orders. No prisoners, no survivors."

Half the platoon left their position, the others stayed behind providing overwatch. A Sinister Rouge trooper approached a wounded woman.

"Help me........please, help me."

A single gunshot rang out, a river of blood flowed from what seconds ago was her head.

"Position secure."

Secure transmission to Aschenhyrst High Command

Anirtakian Naval forces now deployed and in position from Barotia to Lindesfarne. Anirtakian Air Forces arriving at bases in Barotia and Lindesfarne.
150,000 Anitakian Ground forces deploying to Barotia. We will be using the bases in Barotia for a forward staging area for ground forces. We will supply more troops to this theatre upon request.

Rear Admiral Heinrich Von Kemper,
Supreme Commander-Royal Anirtakian Armed Forces

Countless numbers had tried to cross the Imperial border over the duration of the terrorist activities. Most had been turned away, one had been shot and about two-dozen more had been arrested for ‘questioning’, a process which when conducted by the Imperial Military didn’t take long to get answers out of the average person. So with the interrogations finished the score of prisoners now stood idly beside the roadway under guard as the last few were being processed. Two were slightly segregated from the rest and had been handcuffed. Another three stood a few meters away with a pair of guards and one of the 42nds NCO’s. They were also handcuffed.

‘Send these two back with the others and see to it that they are all sent back across the border,’ the NCO commanded. ‘And put Mr Raexe here with the other two and secure them for transport,’ he continued motioning towards the man in handcuffs.

The soldiers saluted and hauled their prisoners off in compliance. The NCO watched for several moments, just long enough to see the large group of Aschenhyrst people being herded towards the border, before turning away and pulling out his communicator. It took him a few minutes to get in contact with the Aschenhyrst authorities but once he had them he wasted no time in getting on with business, detailing the situation.

‘Yes, there are three of them. They had appalling quality counterfeit documents and so were taken into custody. Simple searches and examination found ample forensic evidence to indicate they had seen recent battle. I’m readying them for transfer to you now for further investigation.’

24 hours after the shelling started, it stopped. Not because the assault was over, a new phase was begining. Squadrons of B-52 bombers began an aerial carpet bombing campaign over Clontarf. As the Bombers rained death from the skies, the 'Ring of Steel' around the city tightened. Armored forces moved .5 km closer to the cities center and began setting up new positions. Close air support for the advancing ground forces was supplied by AC-130 gunships circling the perimeter, 'Puff the Magic Dragon' as it was called by the troops. 'Puff' could lay down a wall of lead that was extremely devestating to enemy personel, if viewed at night during an attack it looked like fire raining down. From his command and control center, Commander Kern oversaw the assault on Clontarf. He thought to himself, " this will test the resolve of the terrorists." His plan called for artillary attacks followed by aerial bombings, during the bombings the artillary would advance under close air support. When the bombing stopped, the shelling would start again. This cycle would continue until the terrorists turned themselves in to face justice or until every living thing in the city was dead, it didn`t matter either way to the Sinister Rouge leader. His orders were clear: End the terrorist attacks at all costs. He answered only to the king and the king answered to no one.

As the Sinister Rouge leader reviewed his battle plan one of his aides entered the room.
"Commander Kern, the Yallakians have contacted us. They believe they have a person of interest involved in the death of the prince in their custody."

"Where? How?"

"The suspect was captured along the border, trying to cross illegally into Yallak. They have extracted enough information from him to warrant turning him over to us."

"Have a armed helicopter squadron fly to where this suspect is being held. Take him into our custody and fly him to our nearest airbase. Once there, load him on a military transport and fly him to Aschton. Arrange for our men there to take him to H.Q., I am very interested in what this man has to say."

"It will be done."

in International Waters, 1500 km northeast of the Gatawayan colony of Schvanenstein, about sunset

It had been a week since the Gallian refugee flotilla of sixty vessels left the port of Baile Atha bound for some unsettled islands west of the Aschenhyrst colony of Isthmatia. The voyage was about half over, if the Aschenhyrst Government had completed the canal through Isthmatia it would be over. It had been three days since the Royal Navy escourts had turned back for port and the next convoy. 15,000 Gallians were crammed onto every available vessel for their exodus, for they were now 'persona non grata' in the Dominion. For the callous, cold-blooded acts of a few had cost all Gallians their way of life.

Unknown to the refugee`s convoy, they were being watched. Three Typhoon-class submarines had been stalking the convoy since it left the blockade area. The subs bore no distinguishing markings as to whom they belonged to, the Aschenhyrst Navy used Los Angeles and Ohio-Class submarines. The three subs were spread out in an attack formation, traveling at periscope depth. As the last rays of light disappeared over the horizion, the lead sub transmitted a message, "SHARK TO NEPTUNE.....THE CHICKEN IS IN THE POT."

From somewhere a message was sent back to the subs, "NEPTUNE TO SHARK.....COOK IT."

The submarines began a torpedo attack on the unarmed convoy, within an hour all vessels were sinking or sunk. An hour after the last of the refugee vessels sank to the bottom of the sea, the subs surfaced. The lead sub sent a command to the other subs, "Search for survivors and finish them off. Dead men tell no tales." Floodlights lit up on all the subs, searching the seas for signs of life. Machine gun fire raked the water.

Pan-Med Transportation Corridor
42nd Legion Mobile Headquarters, Yallakian/Aschenhyrst Border

As the Aschenhyrst helicopter slowly dropped down to land off the side of the highway between a quartet of red smoke grenades which marked out a makeshift landing pad the machine turned up a gale of sand, dirt and other random debris. The three prisoners were kneeling only ten or so meters from the landing site and they squirmed and twisted against their restraints as they attempted to shield they’re faces from the sandstorm. The Imperial soldiers guarding the men had made sure to wear they’re armoured helmets and were completely protected against the attack, allowing them to take amusement from the unfortunate fools before them.

‘Get up,’ one of the soldiers demanded, kicking one of the prisoners in the side. The other soldiers did likewise; hauling their captives upright before marching them towards the awaiting helicopter.

After an expected security check, the three fugitives were handed back over to the appropriate authorities. One by one they prisoners were herded into the aircraft. ‘Enjoy the ride,’ the lead guard said to the last man just as he was climbing onboard, seconds before cracking him over the back with his rifle, sending the man sprawling into the helicopter. This scum was now Aschenhyrst’s problem.

at Aschton
As the military transport aircraft came to a stop on the tarmac at Aschton International Airport, APC`s began rolling towards the cargo ramp. Three prisoners captured by Yallakian forces earlier in the week had just arrived from East Gaelia. Sub-Commander Miller, second-in-command of the Sinister Rouge, started questioning the suspects. "Which one of you is Mr. Raexe?"

"I am. My name is Cyril Raexe, I am a Gallian patriot and i have nothing to say to you."

"Take the other two to the detention center, Mr. Raexe is going to HQ. I think he is just being shy, i`m sure he will have plenty to say to us."

An APC sped away with two prisoners while Mr. Raexe was loaded, unceremoniously, into a nearby Blackhawk.

"Watch your step.", one of the Sinster Rouge troopers mocked as a bound Raexe was thrown face-first into the helocopter. A few seconds later they were airbourne, headed for Sinister Rouge headquarters.

Minutes later the blackhawk landed on the rooftop helopad of the Rouge Hall, headquarters of the Sinister Rouge. Rouge Hall sat on Citidel Point; just across a wide boulevard from the Citidel, Aschenhyrst`s military HQ.

"Get out", barked one of the guards.

"This way", ordered another.

The trio went down a flight of stairs and entered a sound-proof interogation room. A figure was seated there. As Raexe was forced into a chair, the figure turned to reveal himself.

"Greeting Mr. Raexe, I am Commander Kern. I`d like to introduce you to my aide Lt. Blalock."

Raexe turned to the sound of a door opening to his right, through it appeared the shape of a female.

"Lt. Blalock, this is Mr. Raexe. He is our guest. He has a few things he wants to get off his conscience."

"I am Cyril Raexe, Gallian patriot and i have nothing to say to you."

"No, you are Cyril Raexe. Terrorist murderer and you will tell me everything i want to know." Blalock retorted.

"Kiss my Gallian ass." Raexe spouted off in false bravado

"When i`m finished with you Raexe, you`ll be able to kiss your own ass." mocked Blalock.

"Guards you may leave, as will i." Kern said as he rose from his chair,"Blalock, entertain our guest."

"With pleasure, commander." Blalock replied.

Blalock began focusing on Raexe," You have information and i will have it. You will try to resist and you will fail."

"I`m not telling you shit, bitch"

"I think you`ll change your tune." Blalock said as she pushed a device close to the interogation desk.

"Mr. Raexe, do you have any children?"

"It`s none of your business, why?"

"Because, you probably won`t be able to when we`re done here."

Blalock produced a knife.

"Wh-what are you doing?"

"Mr. Raexe, prison garb is so..........confining." Blalock said as she cut the crouch out of his jumpsuit.

Blalock then grabed some electrodes from the device and attached them to Raexe`s testicles.

"This will only hurt for a little while." Blalock smiled as she spoke.

Screams permeated the room as the lights dimmed from the current draw.

Breaking News
Security was tight in Aschton today during the State funeral of Prince Robert. Official delegations from Queen Anirtak, Gataway, Yallak and Olmedreca attended the services. The Prince`s casket was pulled by horse-drawn cassion from its display at Parliment Hall to the grounds of the Royal Palace. Accompaning the prince`s entourage were the Household Cavalry and the Red Hand Guards military pipe`s and drum corps. Upon arriving at the palace, the body of the prince was taken to the royal priory where final services were held. An estimated three million citizens viewed the prince as he lie in state at parliment hall. At the conclusion of services he was layed to rest on the priory grounds.

Later in the day the King met with the foreign delegates and discussion on the Gaelian campaign was high on the list of topics. The King pledged to allied leaders 'victory at all costs' and 'the prince`s name would become our battle cry'.

This has been a news update from the Aschenhyrst Broadcasting Systems.

somewhere over the Barotian Sea

Quebec-Alpha-One and the Anirtakian Airforce Fighters were enroute to home. The Queen had attended the funeral of her grandson and met with her son-in-law, King Mark of Aschenhyrst, to discuss how the Gallian terrorists would be dealt with. She seemed somewhat pleased with the brutal way the Aschenhyrst were putting down the insurgency.
"Had they (the Gallians) acted like civilized people instead of wild beasts, their fate might be different." the queen thought to herself.
She was confident the Aschenhyrst Dominion would prevail, proud the way their allies rallied to their aid and pleased that the terrorists were finding a new home.....called HELL. Before she left Aschenhyrst, rumors were that a suspect in prince robert`s assassination had been apprehended.
"If there is any justice in the world, a special place in hell will be reserved for that man.", she thought.
As radar contact was established with Anirtakian Flight Command, her thoughts turned to being peacefully at home.

Clontarf, West Gaelian Territory, Aschenhyrst Dominion
For six days the Sinister Rouge`s campaign of shelling and bombing the city had gone on. Very little was left standing in the city of 200,000. Sinister Rouge troops had closed their 'Ring of Steel' to a 6 km diameter area, when they reached a 4 km area the final assault would begin. At their current rate of progress, four days remained on the timetable. The civilians and the terrorists in Clontarf were entrapped with no avenue of escape, except death. In his field HQ, Commander Kern met with his officers.

"Men, in four days we make the final assault on Clontarf. Your men will go building by building, eradicating all resistance. Tell your men to sharpen their Kukri`s, for there will plenty of blood to spill. Questions?"

"Commander, please review the 'rules of engagement'. I want to clearly know what is expected."

"Certainly, Major O`Neill. The 'rules of engagement' are simple. Their are no friendly forces in the city. As the Sinister Rouge are the only Aschenhyrst forces in this operation, if someone is observed in the city not wearing our uniform....They are the enemy and must be exterminated.....Women and children too. The uniform of the terrorist is the perfect camoflauge, civilian dress. As the population of Clontarf is primarily ethnic Gallian, anyone encountered will be assumed to be a terrorist."

"Thank you for the clarification, commander."

"Understand this men, Clontarf is just the begining. We will remove the cancer from our nation. It will be a bloody process......unsettling at times, but it must be done. If the cancer is not completely removed from the body of our nation, it could recure. If every Gallain must die to save the Aschenhyrst Dominion, so be it. We have taken blood oaths, now they will be fufilled....in our enemy`s blood."

"My blood is my honor, My Honor is my loyalty"

Near Clontarf

Under cover of night another wave of death was approaching Clontarf. This was group of Olmedrecan strategic bomberforce. Main bulk of attacking force were 200 heavy B-22 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12803737&postcount=1) bombers. Bombers were escorted by few dozens of Aquila’s, these were probably unneccessary anyway as no serious enemy air defence had been detected.

Oskar Tuulelipp, Commander of 4th wing, looked how target area approached on radar screen. Everything was going as planned, strike had been agreed with Aschenhyrstians. Supreme War Council had decided to give Aschenhyrst direct aid in eliminating Gallian problem permanently. Also it was seen as good moment to test effectiveness of Olmedrecan Strategic Bomber Force.

As bombers reached above city all bombers received command: “Unleash hell.” Seconds later bombs started falling. Total more than forty thousand tonnes of bombs were dropped in few minutes. “This does not change anything for those who are under our rain in long run.” commander Tuulelipp thought. By current Aschenhyrstian actions he had reached to conclusion that Clontarf will most likely cease to exist as living town.

Rouge hall, Aschton

"Good morning, Mr. Raexe. I hope you slept well." mocked Lt. Blalock

"I`ve slept worse." Raexe replied, his body racked with pain.

"I believe we made some progress during our....chat....yesterday."

"If that`s what you want to call it."

"That is what i want to call it,. You`ve been our guest barely twenty-four hours. Your use of profanity has decreased and you are begining to show respect to authority. For a savage such as yourself, it`s a quantum leap forward."

"If you say so."

" Now, let`s see here. We were discussing your involvement with the 'knights of St. Gallia' and the assassination of prince robert when you so rudely.......went to sleep last night."

"What you call falling asleep, i call passing out from pain. Why don`t you sit here for hours getting your nuts shocked and..."

" Mr. Raexe, that tone you`re taking with me is not what you want to do. You will show proper respect in this forum." Blalock ordered as she displayed a remote switch to the electro-shock device "You don`t want to repeat yesterday`s fun, now do you?"

"No ma`am."

"Excellent, Mr. Raexe. I tire too easily with the same methods."

"I`ve told you everything."

"I`m sure thats what you think, but you`ve yet to tell me the truth. Mr. Raexe, we`re going to clean you up some before we chat today. You`ve got a distinct.....aroma....about you today. Maybe if you hadn`t soiled yourself before you went to sleep last night. Guards, take Mr. Raexe to the showers and clean him up. We`ll carry on our chat there."

Two guards grabbed Raexe and led him to a neighboring room. Inside the room was a shower stall equiped with high pressure nozzles.
"Stand here" one ordered as the other fixed Raexe`s restraints to an overhead ring.

"It`s awfully chilly in here, Mr. Raexe. Perhaps you`d like a warm shower."
Blalock smiled as she flipped on the control panel, six jets of scalding hot water sprayed out at 300psi.

"Don`t forget to wash behind your ears." Blalock laughed.

The compressors drowned out Raexe`s screams.

Hehehe... nice Aschen, great post. Toopoxia hasn't posted in a while but, do you know where he is?

Hehehe... nice Aschen, great post. Toopoxia hasn't posted in a while but, do you know where he is?OOC: I haven`t heard from him for a few days now. I`m going to see this through to the end. There are a couple of scenarios that must be played through in order to have some closure.

Clontarf, West Gaelia, Aschenhyrst Dominion

Commander Kern reviewed his battleplans. The Final Assault on Clontarf was about 36 hours away. For ten solid days, Sinister Rouge ground forces along with aerial support from the Aschenhyrst and Olmedrecian Airfoces had turned the city of 200,000 into a cremitorium. When the Guns fell silent tonight and the bombing began it would be for the last time. Kern`s plan for the assault on the city called for his 250,000 Assault Infantrymen to go house by house eleminating the resistance and hopefully finding the terrorist`s leadership somewhere within the ruined city.
"If they are there, we will find them." Kern assured the King in a conversation they had earlier in the day.

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Rouge Hall, Aschton

Cyril Raexe was about to lose his mind. For more days than he could remember, Lt. Blalock had been 'questioning' him about his involvment in the assassination of prince robert and his connections to the 'Knights of St. Gallia'. Raexe knew he was as good as dead, if he confessed the Aschenhyrst would execute him and if he were released his compatriots would soon kill him for collaberating with the authorities. If anyone were ever between a rock and a hard place, it was he.

"Take your seat, Raexe." ordered Blalock. "I`ve got no time for your games today."

"I have no more to tell you."

"Mr. Raexe, my patience wears thin. I have been leinient with you and you still refuse to cooperate. Playtime`s over, you will tell me the truth or you will suffer."

"I don`t know anything else."

"We`ll see about that." Blalock yelled as she produce a razor-sharp knife.

"Wh..wh.what the fuck are you doing?" Raexe screamed as Blalock grabbed his scrotum.

"Obviously you are not a man. You will not own up to what you`ve done. You will not take any responsibility for the actions of yourself or your bretheren. You may carry the equipment of a man, but in your heart you`re a scared little bitch. Mr Raexe you are now my little bitch."

Blalock sliced open Raexe`s scrotum and began scewering one of his testes.

Raexe screamed out in pain.

"Did you fire the RPG at the prince`s convoy."

"YES. YES, I DID. OH GOD, PLEASE STOP. STOP YOU CRAZY FUCKING BITCH."

Blalock continued as Raexe`s blood sprayed on her,
"Do you know where the leader`s of the Knights can be found."

"NO."

Blalock quit scewering the orb and sliced it neatly from it`s tether.

"YOU PSYCO. I CAN`T BELIEVE YOU CUT OFF MY NUT."

"I`ll take the whole package if you don`t start answering me truthfully."

Raexe had been broken, Blalock was determined to take him apart once piece at a time. His vision come true, he`d die by the hands of the Sinister Rouge or by that of his compatriots. Hoping to spare his life, he began talking,
"YES, YES I KNOW. THEY ARE IN CLONTARF. THE MAN KNOWN AS 'PIETRO' IS NAMED GEIGER JOUSEF. HIS AIDE, A NATIVE ASCHEN, IS NAMED GWYLION CYPTA.YOU KNOW HIM AS 'THE MOUSTACHE' THEY WERE NEAR THE CITIES CENTER. THEY HAVE PLACED A TRAP. EXPLOSIVES IN THE FORESTS AND BY THE MAIN ROAD. THEY HOPE TO MAKE YOUR TROOPS LOSE THEIR TASTE FOR BLOODSHED."

"We know of the explosives, the ones in the forests were destroyed during the shelling. the ones by the bridge were disarmed after one of your 'friends' shared their location to us. I`ve known the truth all along Mr. Raexe, just as you`ve known it. They say the 'truth shall set you free'. Guards, take Mr. Raexe to the infirmary. Have his injuries treated and clean him up, for he has an audience with the King."

Raexe was nearly in shock, partially from his experience and from the fact he had gotten out of the interrogation alive. As he was being led away, Blalock called to him. He turned around to she what she wanted. Blalock was standing there holding his teste in her blood-soaked leather glove.

"Did you forget something?"

The ruins of Clontarf, West Gaelia, Aschenhyrst Dominion

Daybreak

The end of the destruction of Clontarf had arrived. For eleven days Sinister Rouge artillary along with Aschenhyrst and Olmedrecian Airforces had turned Clontarf from a prosperous city of 200,000 people into a wasteland. All that remained were bombed out ruins and a few hundred survivors. The stench of death permiated the air. Commander Kern had one final metting with the leaders of the allied forces. The Olmedrecians had pledged to send ground force for the assault, Kern politely declined, "Perhaps at the next city." he said. Outside Clontarf, Royal Army Corps of Engineers were busy excavating. With millions of tons of debris to move, theirs would be a busy job. Along with places to remove debris to, several mass graves had also been dug. Sinister Rouge forces had closed the 'Ring of Steel' to a circle slightly less that 4 km in diameter. 250,000 Assault Infantry troops were ready to carry out their orders, eradicated the 'Knights of St. Gallia'. The final assault was about to begin.

9 am, three hours into the assault
Sinister Rouge forces had advanced 2km inside the perimeter, resistance had been light so far. Most of the action they had taken has been dispatching(finishing off) of enemy wounded. "Two to the head, one to the chest.", they had been taught that saying since their first day in the order. Occassionally, the troops would find one of the air raid shelters built by the government. once a shelter was discovered, the troops would stack up by the door and begin room clearing operations. After the last shots had been fired, survivors were finished of with their Kukri knifes. It was ordered at the begining of the assault that there were no friendly forces within Clontarf, anyone encountered was to be terminated with extreme prejudice. So far, the Sinister Rouge had carried out their orders to the letter.

3 pm, nine hours into the assault
Sinister Rouge troops had reached the central square of Clontarf at around noon. Three of the four central air raid shelters had been cleared, but at a high price. 125 killed and 500 injured taking the three shelters, the fourth had been putting up the strongest resistance so far. It was assumed by all that the leadership of the 'Knights' must be in this last defensive position. For the past three hours , a fire-fight had been going on around the bunker. The volume of return fire from the bunker had been slowly decreasing, were the terrorists running out of ammunition or men? One junior officer noticed what was happening and gave the order, " Alpha, Bravo and Charlie Squads, Form up! We`re going in. Delta, Echo and Foxtrot Squads get ready, you`re next!"
90 men stacked by the doors to the bunker awaiting the command to breach the door, Flash-bang grenades at the ready. "GO!" The lead tropper fired his shotgun loaded with breaching rounds into the door hinges and latch. The trooper behind him kicked the doors in and those men nearest him threw their flash-bangs. After the flash-bangs went off, Sinister Rouge troops poured into the bunker. The room was filled with the acrid smoke of gunfire, a hail of bullets flying around. After a few seconds, the firing slowed. "Clear." This reply was heard throughout the room. "Closed door, six o`clock." one sergant said. The Assault forces began converging towards the door.
"Maxwell, got any breaching rounds left?"
"I`ve got five left sarge."
"Make them count."
Pvt. Maxwell aimed his shotgun towards the door, five shots rang out.
"GO!"
Flash-bang grenades went off, Sinister Rouge forces poured into the room. Five men lay on the floor in shock, it was the leadership of the 'Knights of St. Gallia'.
"Alpha team to base. We`ve got the serpents head. Awaiting your orders."
The troops stood by, guns at the ready awaiting a reply.

The Palace of Justice, Aschton

Cyril Raexe entered the courtroom shakled and wearing an orange jumpsuit. Eight days ago he was captured by Yallakian security forces trying to slip out of the Aschenhyrst Dominion. After being turned over to Aschenhyrst authorities, he 'confessed' to his role in the assassination of Prince Robert of Aschenhyrst and his involvement with the 'Knights of St. Gallia' terrorist group. He knew that the trial was nothing more than a formality at this point. His cause was lost and his life would soon be over. He wished he might be thought of as a martyr but having been 'broken' during his interrogation by the Sinister Rouge, he had doubts about that.

"All rise for the Principal Justices of the Aschenhyrst Dominion." declared the balliff.
Three black-robed justices entered the courtroom.
"Be seated." stated one of the justices
Another justice addressed the coutroom,"Cyril Raexe, you are hereby charged in the Murder of Prince Robert of Aschenhyrst. Murder in itself is a henious crime, but murdering a member of the royal family is an offense in which there is little hope for the accused. It is viewed as a crime against the nation. You also stand accused of the crime of Sedition; for belonging to a terrorist group, namely the 'Knights of St. Gallia', and participating in their anti-government activities. The last charge is Conspiracy; for your involvement in the planning and execution of the attacks by the 'Knights' and your role in the death of Prince Robert. These charges have been leveled against you by the people of the Sovereign Dominion of Aschenhyrst, how do you plead?"
Raexe paused before answering, his eyes scanning the room. In the audience he noticed his interrogator, Lt. Blalock of the Sinister Rouge. Blalock gave him a look, he began to cower in fear. She had broken his spirit and taken his manhood, he was ready to accept his fate.
" I, Cyril Raexe, understand the nature of the crimes of which i`m accused and enter a plea of Guilty on all counts."

"Mr. Raexe, do you understand that if this court finds you guilty that the punishment will in all likelyhood be death."

"I understand your honor and i am ready to face whatever fate awaits me."

"That being understood, i ask the prosecutor to review for this court the evidence we have aginst Mr. Raexe."

The prosicutor began reading the evidece against Raexe and began formulating a timeline of events. After several hours, the justices called for a recess and announced that upon the court reconviening, the judgement would be handed down.
After an hour the justices reentered the courtroom. The Chief Justice spke out, "Cyril Raexe, this tribunal finds you in the following charges: Guilty of Murder of a member of the royal family, Guilty of Sedition by your membership in a terrorist organization and Guilty of Conspiracy to overthrow the government of the Dominion. All of the crimes call for the death penalty, however the crime of murder of a royal has slightly different consequences. For mudering a royal, your death will be carried out by a member of the royals.' A eye for a eye, a tooth for a tooth, a life for a life.' This code of honor is as old as the monarchy itself. Execution of sentence to be carried out as soon as possible. Do you have any last words, Mr. Raexe?"

"Your honor, i am prepared to meet my fate."

"Have we heard from the King?"

Blalock rose and addressed the justices, "Yes we have. His majesty requests that the prisoner be taking to 'Victory Square' for the execution of sentence. He is waiting there now, your honor."

"His will be done. Lt. Blalock, are you to accompany the prisoner to his fate?"

"Yes, your honor."

"Then i hereby call this tribunal to a close. Mr Raexe, my god have mercy on your soul."
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Victory Square, Central Aschton
Security was tight around the square, the royal family and the press were the only ones allowed within 1km of the square. Most Aschenhyrst citzens were watching the events unfold on television. A trio of blackhawk helocopters began descending on the square. As they touched down twenty Sinister Rouge troopers in full body armor approached one of the helocopters. Lt. Blalock and Raexe exited the Helocopter and were lead to the center of the square. King Mark, Queen Katrina and the rest of the royal family awaited them. The cameras were rolling and the nation was watching.
The King spoke," You have taken something from me that cannot be replaced. I must now take something from you."

With these words the King unholstered his personal sidearm, A Smith and Wesson Detective Model .38 Special.

"Deo Vindice", the King said as he pulled the trigger. A single shot rang out. Raexe fell to the ground dead, from a single gunshot to the temple.

"Let everyone understand that this is the fate that will befall all traitors. As we stand here our forces are securing victory. Peace will return to the dominion but at a high price. The Gallians will pay for that peace in blood. Soon our lands will be cleansed of the cancer and peace shall prevail. Let no one forget the sacrifices of our gallant troops, in their quest to return security to the Dominion. May Robert`s memory never leave the collective minds of the nation, we may avenge his death but we cannot restore his life. Remember all, ' Deo Vindice-God Vindicates'.
The King rejoined the royal family as they entered a blackhawk to take them back to the royal palace.

OOC: This thread has been dying due to a lack of participation from Toopoxia. The last couple of posts from me have been designed to bring some closure to the events that happened during the thread. Some things have been left open ended, in case Toopoxia does post again. That being said, barring further participation, this thread will be considered closed on 10/31/07. At that time i will issue an epilouge.

The following events took place in the days and years after the fall of Clontarf to Sinister Rouge Forces

The countryside west of Clontarf

Three weeks had passed since the battle of Clontarf and the capture of the 'Knights' leadership cadre. 'Knights' leaders Geiger Jousif AKA Pietro, a Toopoxian agent of Gallian heritage, and Gywlion Cypta AKA 'The Moustache', an Aschenhyrst citizen of mixed Gallian heritage, were sent to Rouge Hall for interrogation. After they had confessed to their activities and of those still in the planning stages, they were tried and convicted of Terrorist Activities, Treason, Murder, Sedition and other crimes against the Dominion. In all 458 Suspects were tried and convicted that day, all prisoners were taken to back to the Clontarf area and summarily executed at the site of their mass grave west of Clontarf.
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Terrorist Gywlion Cypta and other 'Knights of St Gallia' at their execution

Political changes in Aschenhyrst and Anirtakia

Within two months of the murder of Prince Robert, his grandmother Queen Anirtak suddenly died. It was rumored that she was distraught over the loss of her beloved grandson. The Wife of King Mark II, Katrina, was the only heir to the Anirtakian throne. After much deliberation, the Governing Council of Anirtak voted to become an Autonomous Queendom within the Aschenhyrst Dominion. Katrina was crowned the Queen of Anirtak and Mark was declared Emperor of the Anirtakian Realm. This dual monarchy allowed the Anirtakians to keep their rights and national identity while being citizens of the Dominion. The union could be disolved upon the death of Katrina and the assumption of the throne by her daughter, Princess Anne, by the popular vote of the Anirtakian people.

The Final Solution to the Gallian Question

After the fall of Clontarf, the campaign to end the insurection continued for many months. Baile Atha and Cliath returned to loyalist hands with little bloodshed. Two years after the 'Battle of Clontarf', the last rebel stronghold of Droichead Atha fell after a siege similar to Clontarf.http://img146.imageshack.us/img146/8677/buringvietcongbasecamprq8.th.jpg Many Gallians fled the Dominion during the conflict, those who could not were now at the mercy of an enraged Aschenhyrst population. Rumors persisted about a flotilla of refugees that were lost at sea, after an investigation by the Aschenhyrst Military High Command it was determined that the Royal Armed Forces were not involved in the attacks on civilians. Parliment held its own inquiry into the events. During one hearing about the attack, when the Sinister Rouge was accused of involvement, King Mark entered the session and declared that the Sinister Rouge was accountable only to him and that he was accountable only to God. The Mystery of the three submarines origin remains unsolved.
The remainder of the Gallian people were rounded up and used as (slave) labor in the construction of the 'Isthmatian Canal' in the far-off Dominion colony of Isthmatia. Over 2 million Gallians persished during its construction, due to working and environmental conditions. The Remaining 500,000 members of the Gallian race were executed and buried in mass unmarked graves in the colony, this act finished off the Gallian population of Aschenhyrst. All that remained of their kind were 150,000 refugees and an undetermined population of Gallian living in Toopoxia.

International relations in the aftermath of the Conflict

Within a year of Clontarf most allied units were able to return home. After the leadership was captured, the 'Knights' and their followers soon lost the momentum of their earlier actions and resistance crumbled.
The Yallakan 42nd Mobile Legion was awarded a unit citation from the Aschenhyrst Govenment and its troopers who were involved in the capture of Cyril Raexe each recieved the Order of the Red Hand, the highest military honor a foreign soldier could attain. The Yallakan soldiers recieved these honors personally from King Mark at a ceremony at the Centotaph, the Aschenhyrst War Dead Memorial on the grounds of the Citidel. During the ceremony, the King personally thanked the allied nations for their aid and Anirtakian, Gatawayan and Olmedrecian units who participated in combat actions also recieved unit citations.
Although no clear connection of Toopoxian involvement was ever established, relations between the two nations were forever strained. Rumors abounded that the 'phantom' submarines involved in the attacks on the Gallian refugees also launched a biological attack on the Toopoxian homeland that resulted in the "Toopoxican Virus". This was denied by the Aschenhyrst Government and the Sinister Rouge had no comment on the events.
Gradually peace and order were restored to the Aschenhyrst Dominion and the Mediterranican region as a whole. It has been said that time heals all wounds, the Dominion would eventually heal from its woulds and would become stronger from them.

OOC: This thread is now considered closed with Gallia/Gaelia remaining a part of the Aschenhyrst Dominion.