Miroxia
17-09-2007, 23:31
ooc- P.I: Pacific Islands, C.P.I: capitalist pacific island
Roland looked down at sea from his office in Port Durant. His son, the mayor of Port Durant, Durant Adams, walked in with a stack of papers.
"Father," he began, "I need you to sign these war forms."
"War forms? I never ordered, oh, those war forms."
"Yes."
Okay, bring 'em here."
His son placed the stack on his desk as he sat down and sipped his coffee. He signed his name many times before saying: "Done." His son took them away to mail them.
"Defence Minister Robert Harris," Rolands asked on his cell phone.
"Yes," he replied.
"As you know, Miamoria left our region quite awhile ago, moving his nation to a single, crowded island. In order to bring him back into the light, Miroxia has decided to declare war on Miamoria in an effort to win him back. If the war is a success, Miroxia will anex it, move it back, and restor order to all, but of course will keep the nation for a while to prosper, but shall let it have its freedom."
"Sending troops as we speak, sir."
They both hung up.
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Six ships left the dock of the National MiroxianNaval Base in Area 79 in the nation. After a day off sailing, the ships had gone 1,000 kilometers from the land.
"Brigadier-Major General Marion McCroswell IV, Duke of Rodland," a minor soldier said, "we've spotted Miamorian territory."
The Head General nodded, and his shipp docked on a small, Miamorian, island territory.
"He must be unaware of the war," Marion thought.
Troops!" he yelled, "spread out across this island. Once his Defence Minister finds out about this, he'll flip!"
The troops spread out, and the other five ships, followed by another 1,000 60 kilometers behind, kept sailing for the shore...
Roland looked down at sea from his office in Port Durant. His son, the mayor of Port Durant, Durant Adams, walked in with a stack of papers.
"Father," he began, "I need you to sign these war forms."
"War forms? I never ordered, oh, those war forms."
"Yes."
Okay, bring 'em here."
His son placed the stack on his desk as he sat down and sipped his coffee. He signed his name many times before saying: "Done." His son took them away to mail them.
"Defence Minister Robert Harris," Rolands asked on his cell phone.
"Yes," he replied.
"As you know, Miamoria left our region quite awhile ago, moving his nation to a single, crowded island. In order to bring him back into the light, Miroxia has decided to declare war on Miamoria in an effort to win him back. If the war is a success, Miroxia will anex it, move it back, and restor order to all, but of course will keep the nation for a while to prosper, but shall let it have its freedom."
"Sending troops as we speak, sir."
They both hung up.
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Six ships left the dock of the National MiroxianNaval Base in Area 79 in the nation. After a day off sailing, the ships had gone 1,000 kilometers from the land.
"Brigadier-Major General Marion McCroswell IV, Duke of Rodland," a minor soldier said, "we've spotted Miamorian territory."
The Head General nodded, and his shipp docked on a small, Miamorian, island territory.
"He must be unaware of the war," Marion thought.
Troops!" he yelled, "spread out across this island. Once his Defence Minister finds out about this, he'll flip!"
The troops spread out, and the other five ships, followed by another 1,000 60 kilometers behind, kept sailing for the shore...