Blackhelm Confederacy
19-10-2007, 06:59
Under the lights where we stand tall
Nobody touches us at all
Showdown, shootout, spread fear within, without
We're gonna take what's ours to have
Spread the word throughout the land
They say the bad guys wear black
We're tagged and can't turn back
The Griffincrest 10th Fleet had long been awaiting the order to move, the men never even being told of the situation which was now ravaging their homeland. These men were all ready to do battle for their corporation, all hoping to perform a feat of bravery and recieve the pay day of their lives, should they manage to keep them. Hundreds of thousands of mercenaries now began to don their uniforms, the jet black kevlar vests and SPECTRA helmets, and the gas masks so familiar to the enemies of Claudius Griffincrest. The men seemed as they prepared for landing to be an army of darkness, column after column of the black clad warriors lining the innards of the massive transport ships. Aboard other ships, similarly colored Mercury APC's and Chariot MBT's awaited, and they would all soon spill out onto the beaches of Zamper like a deadly oil spill drowning the life out of all those unlucky enough to fall benath its path.
You see us comin'
And you all together run for cover
We're taking over this town
The Admiral, Andronicus Blueleather, sent one, and only one warning to the government in Zamper. "Surrender all of your oil fields unto the Griffincrest Corporation, or be crushed beneath the boot of the Corporate Alliance."
Hopefully, the politicians in Zamper would realize the odds that they were up against, especially now that the Communist uprising is ravaging their nation. The government would be unable to fight both parties, and capitulation was not far off.
Here we come reach for your gun
And you better listen well my friend, you see
It's been slow down below,
Aimed at you we're the cowboys from hell
Deed is done again, we've won
Ain't talking no tall tales friend
'Cause high noon, your doom
Comin' for you we're the cowboys from hell
From the decks of the Forrestal Class carriers within the fleet, hundreds upon hundreds of Gnats began to darken the sky. The inexpensive aircraft were all armed with a pair of deadly AIM-120 AMRAAMs. These would be the first strike of the corporation, ensuring aerial supremacy not through technological superiority, but through sheer numbers, the mass of Gnats so thick that it blotted out the sun on the waters below. Should any Zamperian or Grealite aircraft dare to defy the will of Griffincrest, they would be met by thousands of missiles streaking towards them. Once air superiority was established, the F-14's would come out, and they would have their fun with the enemy navy.
Pillage the village, trash the scene
But better not take it out on me
'Cause a ghost town is found
Where your city used to be
So out of the darkness and into the light
Sparks fly everywhere in sight
From my double barrel, 12 gauge,
Can't lock me in your cage
Should the Zamperians ignore the demands of Admiral Blueleather, and still wish to fight against the might of the Corporate Alliance, the old sailor had his course of action preset. Thousands upon thousands of Raduga Kh-55missiles were prepared on the ships of the fleet, all aimed towards the major cities of Zamper. The men and women would pay for their governments choice in blood, and their cities would soon crumble around them.
You see us comin'
And you all together run for cover
We're taking over this town
Here we come reach for your gun
And you better listen well my friend, you see
It's been slow down below,
Aimed at you we're the cowboys from hell
Deed is done again, we've won
Ain't talking no tall tales friend
'Cause high noon, your doom
Comin' for you we're the cowboys from hell
Nobody touches us at all
Showdown, shootout, spread fear within, without
We're gonna take what's ours to have
Spread the word throughout the land
They say the bad guys wear black
We're tagged and can't turn back
The Griffincrest 10th Fleet had long been awaiting the order to move, the men never even being told of the situation which was now ravaging their homeland. These men were all ready to do battle for their corporation, all hoping to perform a feat of bravery and recieve the pay day of their lives, should they manage to keep them. Hundreds of thousands of mercenaries now began to don their uniforms, the jet black kevlar vests and SPECTRA helmets, and the gas masks so familiar to the enemies of Claudius Griffincrest. The men seemed as they prepared for landing to be an army of darkness, column after column of the black clad warriors lining the innards of the massive transport ships. Aboard other ships, similarly colored Mercury APC's and Chariot MBT's awaited, and they would all soon spill out onto the beaches of Zamper like a deadly oil spill drowning the life out of all those unlucky enough to fall benath its path.
You see us comin'
And you all together run for cover
We're taking over this town
The Admiral, Andronicus Blueleather, sent one, and only one warning to the government in Zamper. "Surrender all of your oil fields unto the Griffincrest Corporation, or be crushed beneath the boot of the Corporate Alliance."
Hopefully, the politicians in Zamper would realize the odds that they were up against, especially now that the Communist uprising is ravaging their nation. The government would be unable to fight both parties, and capitulation was not far off.
Here we come reach for your gun
And you better listen well my friend, you see
It's been slow down below,
Aimed at you we're the cowboys from hell
Deed is done again, we've won
Ain't talking no tall tales friend
'Cause high noon, your doom
Comin' for you we're the cowboys from hell
From the decks of the Forrestal Class carriers within the fleet, hundreds upon hundreds of Gnats began to darken the sky. The inexpensive aircraft were all armed with a pair of deadly AIM-120 AMRAAMs. These would be the first strike of the corporation, ensuring aerial supremacy not through technological superiority, but through sheer numbers, the mass of Gnats so thick that it blotted out the sun on the waters below. Should any Zamperian or Grealite aircraft dare to defy the will of Griffincrest, they would be met by thousands of missiles streaking towards them. Once air superiority was established, the F-14's would come out, and they would have their fun with the enemy navy.
Pillage the village, trash the scene
But better not take it out on me
'Cause a ghost town is found
Where your city used to be
So out of the darkness and into the light
Sparks fly everywhere in sight
From my double barrel, 12 gauge,
Can't lock me in your cage
Should the Zamperians ignore the demands of Admiral Blueleather, and still wish to fight against the might of the Corporate Alliance, the old sailor had his course of action preset. Thousands upon thousands of Raduga Kh-55missiles were prepared on the ships of the fleet, all aimed towards the major cities of Zamper. The men and women would pay for their governments choice in blood, and their cities would soon crumble around them.
You see us comin'
And you all together run for cover
We're taking over this town
Here we come reach for your gun
And you better listen well my friend, you see
It's been slow down below,
Aimed at you we're the cowboys from hell
Deed is done again, we've won
Ain't talking no tall tales friend
'Cause high noon, your doom
Comin' for you we're the cowboys from hell