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Emerald Mountains, Blubland

On one large helipad at Emerald Air Base sat a large basket. Between the woven fibers were insulating fibers and waterproofing. About 9 feet by 9 feet and 8 feet tall, the basket had two access hatches and was designed with two seperate levels. The bottom level had a comfy bed and compartments stuffed with supplies. The top level had an observation platform, equipment and even more supplies.

The basket was being hooked up to a weather balloon which could be leaked to descend or hooked up to a helium tank and pumped to ascend. The basket had two small wings and an electric propeller run off of a generator. On the outside of the basket were solar panels.

In a briefing room nearby, several high-level Army and Air Force officials were talking to an E-2, Private Furp. "For one hundred and twenty days, but you won't need them. Just cross the border to the east and plant the flag. We'll claim a few hundred more square miles and convert them over to sugar cane farms."

The Private nodded nervously while the official continued, "There shouldn't be anyone there but we included a rifle anyway. Just take lots of pictures and be sure to change out the batteries and memory cards on the video feeds whenever the computer tells you to. Alright? Remember, if you get into trouble, just land the thing somewhere and use the GPS and radio or the distress beacon. You can land on water too. Go with god, Private."

Private Furp wandered outside and over to the balloon which was being filled. Technicians saluted, and two held a hatch open. Furp climbed inside, finding this a rather snug little craft.

The radio squeaked. "This is Emerald Eye to Candy Voyager. Candy Voyager respond please." Yurp picked up the intercom, "Yessir?" - "You've been cleared for take-off. Good luck."

Yurp took a deep breath, "Roger Emerald Eye. I'm ready to launch when you say so." - "We've already cut you loose."

Yurp squeaked and looked out a porthole to see the mountain now several hundred meters below, and moving away.

Somewhere in Questers held Ceylon, a week later

Yurp peered through his foggy goggles, blinking, trying to look through the clouds. He tried the radio again, "Candy Voyage to Emerald Eye. Repeat, the Voyager was hit by lightning, my GPS is out. Hello? Hello?" He unhappily set the comm down. A break in the clouds revealed.. more ocean. It'd been the same thing for five days. Ocean. According to the map, oceans were west and north of Blubland, not east. Unless of course he'd gone too far east and was now drifting out of Haven.

Wait. Green! Land! Yurp squeaked, seeing the land miles and miles below. He pulled a release, and a hose began to slowly vent air out of the balloon. It decended. Twenty minutes later, the balloon drifted downwards.. then.. thud. Landed neatly on the beach in a spray of sand. The balloon went limp and draped over the top of the basket.

Private Yurp, Blub Defense Force opened a hatch and stepped out into the morning fog. He carried with him a flag set on a metal pole bearing the standard of Blubland. Squinting through his wet goggles, he stabbed the flag into the sand of Ceylon and squeaked out formally, "In the name of Blubland and Blubs everywhere, I claim this empty land for sugarcane farms."

He left it flapping in the wind and re-entered the module (basket) to take up the radio. Its circuits damaged by the lightning strike.. the radio transmitted not long-distance as designed, but rather short-distance. Weakly.. just enough to reach about 100 miles.

"Emerald Eye? This is Candy Voyage. I'm landed, and I claimed the land. Come get me now? Hello? ... hello? .. aww dangit."

Ceylon Beach

"What the fuck is that?" The lighthouse operator peered out of the window at the ... well, blub, that had just landed on the beach.

"Hell if I know, but it don't look human." His friend replied, loading cartridges into his rifle. "Here, let me-"

"No, it could be one of them aliens with a laser or summin', and it could fry us. You wait here and I'll go down and talk to it."

His friend grumbled, taking up position from the window and marking the hapless blub in the sights of his lee enfield. A minute or so later his friend appeared out of the door of the lighthouse, waving his arms frantically at the blub and moving slowly towards it.

First Contact

Private Yurp's eyestalks peered out one of the hatches as the human approached. High Command said there wouldn't be any people here? Well, High Command isn't always right.

Yurp grabbed a few items from the refrigration unit and hopped out to approach the human, meeting him a little ways from Voyager. He blinked, blinked through the goggles at the fellow and then reached out a little tentacle, offering the man a cold Pepsi. "Hi. I'm Private Yurp. I've conquered this beach!" Said happily. "But we're nice, so it's OK? We'll be putting in sugarcane fields and making sugar, and then making delicious things out of it which we'll share with you." Yurp isn't much for secrecy.

The Pepsi still offered.

WTF?

The human jumped back a bit, hands in the air. Not recognising the pepsi, he turned down the offer with a cautious look about it. "Aw hell naw. This is Ceylon, you're already steppin' on Questarian sand! Why, you can't just go about claiming this and that while other folks got here first!"

Meanwhile, his friend was frantically dialling 999 on the lighthouse telephone, keeping his rifle loosely sighted around the blub... just in case.

Wha?

Blink blink blink. The little Blub cracked open the Pepsi with a hiss, then guzzled quite a bit. His mouth opened some, and, brrrrrraaaaaaapppttt. He pondered the man's words. That can't be right.

"Ceylon? No, no, no. It's east Blubland." Of course, naturally that didn't come out the way he meant it. His english wasn't that good. "It's uh.. err, it's Blubland now. Because look!" He points a tentacle towards the flag, which flapped in the ocean winds. Besides, this man didn't look like a Questarian. The Questarians that Yurp knew wore uniforms, and were generally pretty nice to the Blubs. Their ships stopped by Blub Bay for R&R occasionally.

"It's OK! You're safe with me." He tried to reach up and 'comfortingly' pat the human on his hand with a tentacle. "Not going to hurt you."

GET IT OFF

"Get the fuck off me!" The man jumped back several feet and landed in the sand. Panicking, his friend fired a shot, but in typical Questarian fashion, missed. The shot went long and hit something metal on the shore, ricocheting around.

It didn't matter, however. A moment later before the Blub could react, there were three Calcutta Metropolitan Police cars pulled up on the side of the road, the officers leaning out with their shotguns.

"Put your ... yeah... just put your feelers in the air! That's it, reach for the sky you little green retarded thing!"

Hide the evidence, it's the fuzz!

Private Yurp squeaked in fright when the shot went off, then flailed about as the bullet zipped past again after bouncing off the rock, putting a hole through his can of Pepsi.

Then the police were there. He turned, blinking his eyestalks owlishly, then slowly, timidly lifted all six tentacles into the air. One still gripped the Pepsi, which was rapidly draining through the bullet hole.

The wind shifted slightly, the Blubland flag flapping over to cover the Blub's face. *murffle!*

The Republic of Shiloba would like to send 2.500 Standard Soldiers to the Blub Colony, as we are allies.

Praetonia would like to send a single Round of Applause to Questers, as we are allies.

The NAS declines to comment on this matter.

OOC: HA. HA. HA.

The Republic of Shiloba would like to send 2.500 Standard Soldiers to the Blub Colony, as we are allies.

Reply:

No.

- end.

Reply:

No.

- end.

May I question you on this? We are trading partners and have been in good terms for awhile. We also declared each other allies. This is awckward for the nation. How come you decline our aid offer?

Because I will crush you like a bug if you send a soldier within 5,000 kilometres of my country, and this is a private, only semi-serious rp between me and blub.

OOC: Great job so far. I look forward to reading this.

"This is, by a wide margin, the most inept invasion that has ever occurred. Also, we are sending back to your country the Blub delegate from the Hatarian crisis that has been occupying one of the best hotel suites in Vetalia City for the past 15 years. The $54.75 million bill can be paid at any time."

"Also, he can keep the towels and silverware. We know he's been stealing them."

Because I will crush you like a bug if you send a soldier within 5,000 kilometres of my country, and this is a private, only semi-serious rp between me and blub.

The whole objective of deploying troops in your country, was too force you to fight on two fronts, and to help Blub. That is not the reason he declined our nations offer of aid. Perhaps we shall send navy to bombard your shores?

Go ahead. Except you won't be able to even get past my Navy.

May I question you on this? We are trading partners and have been in good terms for awhile. We also declared each other allies. This is awckward for the nation. How come you decline our aid offer?

Reply:

We live in Haven. As a policy under the Blub Land War Treaty Article 6, we cannot allow outside nations to position military forces in or around Blubland. We regularly have visits from various militaries in Haven, but those are fellow Havenites.

We apologize, but it is for security purposes.

OOC: Great job so far. I look forward to reading this.

"This is, by a wide margin, the most inept invasion that has ever occurred. Also, we are sending back to your country the Blub delegate from the Hatarian crisis that has been occupying one of the best hotel suites in Vetalia City for the past 15 years. The $54.75 million bill can be paid at any time."

"Also, he can keep the towels and silverware. We know he's been stealing them."

Reply:

Thank you. We hereby issue an official, Congress-approved, non-transferrable I.O.U.

::Somewhere in Blubland, the little Blub ambassador was coming down the ramp from the Vetalian airliner. He carried his suitcases, which were *stuffed* with silverware, stuff from the liquor bar, bath robes and towels. The little green .. thing even managed to take the batteries out of the Vetalian hotel's TV remote. The batteries were now in his MP3 player.::

So who wants to touch it?

"I said put your hands in the air! Come on, don't make us do this the hard way!"

The whole scene froze, the police shaking in their boots, ready to fire at any minute. It seemed like hours they stood there, not knowing what to do. Meanwhile, however, one particularly "intelligent" officer was preparing a net. Quickly he ran up and before the Blub could escape, threw it over him. The police ran forwards, tying up the ends of the net and throwing it on the back of the police pickup truck, before speeding off to the city.

The man kept the flag as a souvenir.

Meanwhile..

The Blub was caught up in the net. He flailed and struggled, but was soon tossed into the truck and effectively kidn.. blubnapped. The little green 'alien' peered out through gaps in the net, making unhappy, frightened noises.

At the beach, it's a nice big flag. Two meters by two meters on a metal pole. The Voyager was still there. Basicly a giant weather balloon with a big passenger basket attached. If one were to snoop around within, they'd find it comfortable by Blub standards. All sorts of neat little gadgets and devices, most of which have been rendered inoperable by the lightning strike.

[UNOFFICIAL NOTE WRITTEN ON TOILET PAPER]

The R.S.Aralonia would like to say that this is... well

Come on, this is a note written on toilet paper. What do you expe--

[THE REST OF THE NOTE WAS SOGGY AND FELL APART.]

[OOC: Lole.]

Encrypted Message to Ceylon

Perhaps we will fight your navy. Perhaps we will destroy your country. I would like to let you know, a good percentage of our navy is on it's way to Ceylon's shores. Our only objective is to bomb your infrastructure, and withdraw. Our troops will help to secure the areas, and our airforce will do the dirty work.

Maybe in the future, you will not anger our country.

~~~~~--.::Military on the way:

35 Carriers

750 B-52 Bombers

45.000 Standard Soldiers

[OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE FROM THE R.S.ARALONIA]

You have got to be bloody kidding me. If you even think of putting your ships on a course towards and with a mal-intent to Questarian Ceylon, Aralonian forces are fully capable of and will intercept your carriers and lay waste to them in the finest manner.

We have not engaged in target shooting in a long while.

[FROM THE DESK OF ARCHON DONED HOPKINS]
[THE NONAGON, NEW SARIS, TARINA CONTROL ZONE, NORTHERN ARALONIA]

snip

Open Communique to Shiloba:

Quit while you sill have dignity!!! Oh wait, you sent B-52's on carriers. Sorry, scratch that last statement, you already lost it.

Encrypted Message to Ceylon

Perhaps we will fight your navy. Perhaps we will destroy your country. I would like to let you know, a good percentage of our navy is on it's way to Ceylon's shores. Our only objective is to bomb your infrastructure, and withdraw. Our troops will help to secure the areas, and our airforce will do the dirty work.

Maybe in the future, you will not anger our country.

~~~~~--.::Military on the way:

35 Carriers

750 B-52 Bombers

45.000 Standard Soldiers

3000km off Ceylon

The SSGN packs activated in the great war were still on duty. 522nd Squadron, 385th Squadron, 410th, and 900th Squadron, as part of Guided Missile Fleet Ceylon had been called up to intercept the incoming Shiloba Fleet. It was going to be easy: no escorts meant easy pickings. Each SSGN held 24 QS-N-62 long range missiles: at two hundred klicks away, they were guided by GPS/INS with a terminal active radar at 30km and an IR/LIDAR seeker at 3km. With eight ocean radar satellites now pointing directely at the incoming Shiloba carrier group, the submarines opened fire. Three QS-N-62s were enough to sink an aircraft carrier; within four minutes, 480 of them had been unleashed and were hurtling towards the Shiloban fleet at Mach 2.

But this wasn't all. Despite the Blub's claim of "annexing" Ceylon, a powerful Questarian military force was still based there. Five squadrons of Blackburn Battleaxe MRA.2's had taken off, and when the Submarines launched their weapons, fired theirs from a greater distance: Each aircraft fired six AS-79 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13166557&postcount=31) anti shipping missiles at the Shiloban Fleet. With an extra 360 missiles flying towards their carriers at Mach 4.5, the escortless Shiloban Fleet would be torn apart. Furthermore, the Ceylon Fleet had not taken the bruising in the war that it had expected to. Receiving new orders just a month after the end, they turned their bows around in the 250km tactical turn. A thousand ships were pointing and heading towards the Shiloban fleet. It would be a massacre.

Ceylon

After much pushing and shoving, the Blub finally arrived at his destination. It was pitch black at first, even with his ... eyes ... open, and then the lights came on. Perhaps wincing a little at their power, the Blub was met by two immaculately dressed men with "Security Service" in small badges on their suits.

"Do you understand, little fellow, that you have carried out, what amounts to an act of war on the Questarian Empire?" One of the SS mean leaned in and glared at the poor Blub.

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Adygean Ministry of Foreign Affairs


To Whom It May Concern, Shiloban Ministry of Defense,

It would be advisable, my friend, to re-consider your foreign policy, before your country becomes a cratered and irradiated desert at the hand of Questers and her allies.

Signed,
[signature]
Motya Niyazov
Minister of Foreign Affairs, Republic of Adygea

[ snerk ]

Encrypted Message to Ceylon

Perhaps we will fight your navy. Perhaps we will destroy your country. I would like to let you know, a good percentage of our navy is on it's way to Ceylon's shores. Our only objective is to bomb your infrastructure, and withdraw. Our troops will help to secure the areas, and our airforce will do the dirty work.

Maybe in the future, you will not anger our country.

~~~~~--.::Military on the way:

35 Carriers

750 B-52 Bombers

45.000 Standard Soldiers

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*****

Official Communiqué


Addressing the relatively un-encountered peoples of Shiloba:

Ha. Good luck with that.

>_<
...and invaders don't usually send their battle-plan to the enemy on an encrypted channel. Who are you encrypting it from if you're sending it to the target in the first place?

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Regards,
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Gaius Kadesh, Consul of The Pictish Imperium
High Commander of the Pictish Armed Forces
Warlord of the Utopian Crusades

(Extremely OOC: Hey I'm new here.)

Ceylon Waters, November 2nd 07

"All troops prepare for close combat. Landing in 45 minutes. Prepare gear, assume formations!" The comlink was loud. These troops were young and restless, a lot of them wanting to go to war. Standard Shiloban ships were equipped with high propulsion cruise missles, and other weapons for naval bombardment.

They also came with missle interceptance systems to destroy incoming missles mid-air. There was also one thing the enemy did not know, the 8 Shiloban subs on the way. The time was now, either the Republic just wasted $127.000.000.000 Shees, or this would be a triumph over the enemy. Either way, blood would spill.

~~~

30 Minutes Later

The troops were in their landing craft. 45.000 soldiers, were not at the mercy of nature, and man. This was it. The modern day Omaha Beach.

"20 seconds," shouted the lead command fo the small army of landing craft. It meant 20 seconds until the boots of the Shiloban troops would start keaving footprints in Ceylon soil. Boom. Boom. The naval bombardment started. The sand on Ceylon beaches could be seen, in high spirals going into the sky.

The whole purpose of the bombardment was to weaken Ceylon resistance and create craters for Shiloban Troops to hide in.

"5 seconds!" ... The doors of the landing craft opened. Hundreds of bullets penetrated the armor of young troops. Brain matter exploded onto Richard Miller, the 445th squadron commander of the mission. His squad followed him off the craft. He sprinted up the beach, holsing his helmet as mortars landed near him, his squad stuck close behind.

"What do we do now sir," asked Joey Thompson, a new soldier, and member to Richard's squad.

"I said, what do we do now sir," he asked again. Richard looked over.

"Move up the beach, get the rest of the squad, we're taking heavy fire, we can't stay here. Let's clear Sector 1, we need to make room for the others, we need a foothold here so we can get some artillery hopefully by tomorrow," barked the captain.

"Yes sir, orders confirmed, moving up." Suddenly, out of different craters, 8 men got up and sprinted their hearts out, they were Richard's men.

"We need to establish firm ground here, or the mission is a fail. We need to liberate the men who are pinned down on the beach," said Richard. He looked down, the beach was littered with bodies, and many thousands of men were charging up.

"I want 2 gunners to take that hill, pick off soldier--" the captain was knocked to the ground, as was the rest of the squad. Missles were coming out of the sea.

God...subs. Richard thought. Not even he knew that the Shiloban military even had subs. The military was funded through other nations, as Shiloba was not highly developed yet. The squad watched as a Jericho Missles MK II found it's mark.

Ceylon troops fled the bunker burning, and were immediately shot down. Then another missles flew out of the water, but was intercepted over the heads of Shiloban troops, killing close to 1.000. This was a massive battle, and not all the troops had even landed yet.

Richard looked down at the beach, another landing craft opened it's doors, and the men in it were almost all eliminated or shot before they left the craft.

"Fire at will soldiers, sprint up this beach, we need to eliminate the missle interceptance systems before we can continue with naval bombardment.

"Sir, we're never gonna be able to hold 'em back! There's just too many, and too much for us too hand--" before the young recruit could finish his sentence a bullet penetrated his heart, evidently killing him.

"Squad, this battle may very well be our last, but at least we can say we did our duties as soldiers, and made history, even if we were just one puzzle piece, we may be the one that completes the puzzle."
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Ok, the OOC part.

Our troops have landed on the southern part of your nation. We are going to establish a foothold on your beach. Once the battle is won, we are going to send more military forces to keep it that way.

3000km off Ceylon

The SSGN packs activated in the great war were still on duty. 522nd Squadron, 385th Squadron, 410th, and 900th Squadron, as part of Guided Missile Fleet Ceylon had been called up to intercept the incoming Shiloba Fleet. It was going to be easy: no escorts meant easy pickings. Each SSGN held 24 QS-N-62 long range missiles: at two hundred klicks away, they were guided by GPS/INS with a terminal active radar at 30km and an IR/LIDAR seeker at 3km. With eight ocean radar satellites now pointing directely at the incoming Shiloba carrier group, the submarines opened fire. Three QS-N-62s were enough to sink an aircraft carrier; within four minutes, 480 of them had been unleashed and were hurtling towards the Shiloban fleet at Mach 2.

But this wasn't all. Despite the Blub's claim of "annexing" Ceylon, a powerful Questarian military force was still based there. Five squadrons of Blackburn Battleaxe MRA.2's had taken off, and when the Submarines launched their weapons, fired theirs from a greater distance: Each aircraft fired six AS-79 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13166557&postcount=31) anti shipping missiles at the Shiloban Fleet. With an extra 360 missiles flying towards their carriers at Mach 4.5, the escortless Shiloban Fleet would be torn apart. Furthermore, the Ceylon Fleet had not taken the bruising in the war that it had expected to. Receiving new orders just a month after the end, they turned their bows around in the 250km tactical turn. A thousand ships were pointing and heading towards the Shiloban fleet. It would be a massacre.

Ceylon

After much pushing and shoving, the Blub finally arrived at his destination. It was pitch black at first, even with his ... eyes ... open, and then the lights came on. Perhaps wincing a little at their power, the Blub was met by two immaculately dressed men with "Security Service" in small badges on their suits.

"Do you understand, little fellow, that you have carried out, what amounts to an act of war on the Questarian Empire?" One of the SS mean leaned in and glared at the poor Blub.

(OOC: I think you are god-powering your military a little.)

[OOC: No, I actually think you are. Have you ever read a 'real' RP Questers have participated in? The guy's been in NS since 2003, and has a population of more than nine billion people, and a military to fit such a population. You, on the other hand, is new to NS and should really have done more research before even thinking the foolish idea of invading Questers.

You getting to his beaches without facing opposition and blatantly ignoring the missile spam Questers just threw at you is a blatant godmod, as any player with an ounce of experience will agree to. 20 SSGNs and sixty maritime patrol aircraft firing their missile loads at you are a very low amount of equipment used when one looks at the norm of NS warfare.

I'll stop there.]

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Bundesrepublik des Neuen Arischen Staat
Büro der Internationalen Angelegenheiten

The New Aryan State is utterly appalled at this blatant, unprecedented assault upon Questarian holdings by the military forces of Shiloba. It is quite evident that the nation's tyrannical ruler, who oppresses his own people (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=541884) and shows no hint of care for international stability, is not fit to rule.

The question of military intervention has been posed to the Bundesrat, and a result is expected this evening.

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Adrian Lammert
Officer of Foreign Affairs

[OOC: Shiloba, let's compare your post to Questers's:

Your post depicted the actions of Questers's troops without his permission, claiming that they fled and were killed; his did not.

Your post claimed Questers took losses without his permission; his did not.

Your post ignored Questers's missile attack, which he specifically stated was made against your fleet while it was 3000km away from Ceylon.

Your post claimed an unopposed advance all the way through the Haven region, failing to give Questers or his allies any chance to resist it.

Your post claimed victory in the nonsensical land battle in a single post, giving Questers no chance to respond or even RP his own defence, with you simply assigning him WWII defences you saw on a film.

Sorry, which one of these two sounds more like godmoding to you?]

"Riots have once again sparked up against the nation," said Jennifer Rayne, a Shiloban Reporter. "The so called 'stupid' decision that the government made yesterday may have caused the destruction of a nation." The government had gone and done something stupid again. The people of Shiloba were beginning to wonder, do we need another nation to control our government?

"Wait! Oh my god, this just in!" the reporter stopped for a moment, stunned, "This just in, President Amdar Melwasul has been shot! The lethality of the shot has not been confirmed yet." We now go live to our drone.

The images on the drone showed people cheering! They were happy of this death. "We now have connection with Minister of Affairs, and Defense: Seth Miller."

The screen then switched to a press conference, with Seth at the stand. When the crowd quieted down he began his speech.

"First off, let me explain what's behind the war. The country is on a brink of revolution, we have a booming economy, a multi-cultural population, and an evolving military. Everyone in the nation has been eager to expand, and to boast our happiness to the world. In our excitement, we have made a terrible mistake, and inflicted damage on another nation. In 72 hours, we will fufill a total withdrawl from Ceylon, and bring our troops back home, to serve our nation."

"With our leader assasinated our country is vulnerable, and we are ideal for a counter invasion. In 2 weeks we will have an election for President of Shiloba. That is all."

"And we'll have more on that for you next time!" then the screen went blank.

~~~~~

Ceylon's Southern Beach

The Shiloban Military had established a foothold on Dog Sector, Ceylon Beach, well at least they weren't taking any fire. A Galileo Class Destroyer Mark-IV had made it's way ashore. Off it, stepped the General Chief; Atar Algahar. A small army of soldiers, placed 30.000 chairs on the sand. The troops took to chairs, and the General Began a speech.

"You're coming home."

~~~~~

The troops borded the ships. The nation was preparing for a counter invasion. And the navy was expecting fire. It would not be a fun ride home.

[OOC: Shiloba, let's compare your post to Questers's:

Your post depicted the actions of Questers's troops without his permission, claiming that they fled and were killed; his did not.

Your post claimed Questers took losses without his permission; his did not.

Your post ignored Questers's missile attack, which he specifically stated was made against your fleet while it was 3000km away from Ceylon.

Your post claimed an unopposed advance all the way through the Haven region, failing to give Questers or his allies any chance to resist it.

Your post claimed victory in the nonsensical land battle in a single post, giving Questers no chance to respond or even RP his own defence, with you simply assigning him WWII defences you saw on a film.

Sorry, which one of these two sounds more like godmoding to you?]

Respond to this Shiloba before you post anymore nonsense about establishing any footholds. before you answer these questions in full, the existance of any Shiloban troops on my ground is ignored.

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The Realm of Cotland

The Realm of Cotland hereby makes it official that it condemns the acts of aggression made towards the Questerian Empire by the 'Republic' of Shiloba. Taking into consideration the blatant acts of oppression made by Shiloba against its own citizens, the Realm welcomes a military intervention made towards Shiloba, and offers its support to the Questerian Empire in its legitimate actions towards Shiloba.

[signed]
His Majesty's Council
The Realm of Cotland

3000km off Ceylon

The SSGN packs activated in the great war were still on duty. 522nd Squadron, 385th Squadron, 410th, and 900th Squadron, as part of Guided Missile Fleet Ceylon had been called up to intercept the incoming Shiloba Fleet. It was going to be easy: no escorts meant easy pickings. Each SSGN held 24 QS-N-62 long range missiles: at two hundred klicks away, they were guided by GPS/INS with a terminal active radar at 30km and an IR/LIDAR seeker at 3km. With eight ocean radar satellites now pointing directely at the incoming Shiloba carrier group, the submarines opened fire. Three QS-N-62s were enough to sink an aircraft carrier; within four minutes, 480 of them had been unleashed and were hurtling towards the Shiloban fleet at Mach 2.

But this wasn't all. Despite the Blub's claim of "annexing" Ceylon, a powerful Questarian military force was still based there. Five squadrons of Blackburn Battleaxe MRA.2's had taken off, and when the Submarines launched their weapons, fired theirs from a greater distance: Each aircraft fired six AS-79 (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13166557&postcount=31) anti shipping missiles at the Shiloban Fleet. With an extra 360 missiles flying towards their carriers at Mach 4.5, the escortless Shiloban Fleet would be torn apart. Furthermore, the Ceylon Fleet had not taken the bruising in the war that it had expected to. Receiving new orders just a month after the end, they turned their bows around in the 250km tactical turn. A thousand ships were pointing and heading towards the Shiloban fleet. It would be a massacre.

Ceylon

After much pushing and shoving, the Blub finally arrived at his destination. It was pitch black at first, even with his ... eyes ... open, and then the lights came on. Perhaps wincing a little at their power, the Blub was met by two immaculately dressed men with "Security Service" in small badges on their suits.

"Do you understand, little fellow, that you have carried out, what amounts to an act of war on the Questarian Empire?" One of the SS mean leaned in and glared at the poor Blub.

ooc: Sorry, Questers. This was supposed to be just fun. >.<

IC:

Ceylon

The eyestalks lifted, poking through gaps in the net. They turned this way and that, looking around before finally focusing on the security service people. The eyes got big. Blubs tend to wear their emotions like a hat, and it was evident that this little blub was frightened.

Squeak! "I was just following orders! They said.. get in the Voyager, float east, land and plant the flag so we could have more farmland!"

Deeeeep breath, "B-b-but the balloon got hit by lightning and my GPS went out and I didn't have a compass and I'm not very good with maps and everything looks the same from up high and there were clouds and I couldn't see and I don't like heights it's why I joined the army and then I finally saw land so I landed and stuck the flag in the ground and I even offered free soda and now I'm captured and.. and.." panting for breath after the massive run-on sentence, "And.. I wanna go hooooooooome" that last part came out as a sob. Tentacles squirmed, trapped in the net, eyes welling up with tears.

He paused, remembering something, "Oh! I wasn't supposed to say that. I'm Private Yurp, Colonial Defense Force Army, Pathfinder's Division. Serial code 2390-22 .. err, no. 2209-23.. erm.. it's on a card in the balloon." Sniffling.

(Extremely OOC: Hey I'm new here.)

In which case I am sorry for any comments which may have been interpreted as hostile. Best of luck, and if you need any advice from another new (yet significantly less new than yourself) player, please do not hesitate to telegram myself.
It's always good to see new players dive straight in, at least the ones who have at least the slightest idea of what NS Roleplay is, like yourself.

To Questers and Blub; sorry for intruding on your thread, which so happens to be a freakin' ace thread at that. =]

~NP

Respond to this Shiloba before you post anymore nonsense about establishing any footholds. before you answer these questions in full, the existance of any Shiloban troops on my ground is ignored.

(OOC: I just wanted to do that because I'm new.)

Ceylon Waters, November 2nd 07

"All troops prepare for close combat. Landing in 45 minutes. Prepare gear, assume formations!" The comlink was loud. These troops were young and restless, a lot of them wanting to go to war. Standard Shiloban ships were equipped with high propulsion cruise missles, and other weapons for naval bombardment.

They also came with missle interceptance systems to destroy incoming missles mid-air. There was also one thing the enemy did not know, the 8 Shiloban subs on the way. The time was now, either the Republic just wasted $127.000.000.000 Shees, or this would be a triumph over the enemy. Either way, blood would spill.

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30 Minutes Later

The troops were in their landing craft. 45.000 soldiers, were not at the mercy of nature, and man. This was it. The modern day Omaha Beach.

"20 seconds," shouted the lead command fo the small army of landing craft. It meant 20 seconds until the boots of the Shiloban troops would start keaving footprints in Ceylon soil. Boom. Boom. The naval bombardment started. The sand on Ceylon beaches could be seen, in high spirals going into the sky.

The whole purpose of the bombardment was to weaken Ceylon resistance and create craters for Shiloban Troops to hide in.

"5 seconds!" ... The doors of the landing craft opened. Hundreds of bullets penetrated the armor of young troops. Brain matter exploded onto Richard Miller, the 445th squadron commander of the mission. His squad followed him off the craft. He sprinted up the beach, holsing his helmet as mortars landed near him, his squad stuck close behind.

"What do we do now sir," asked Joey Thompson, a new soldier, and member to Richard's squad.

"I said, what do we do now sir," he asked again. Richard looked over.

"Move up the beach, get the rest of the squad, we're taking heavy fire, we can't stay here. Let's clear Sector 1, we need to make room for the others, we need a foothold here so we can get some artillery hopefully by tomorrow," barked the captain.

"Yes sir, orders confirmed, moving up." Suddenly, out of different craters, 8 men got up and sprinted their hearts out, they were Richard's men.

"We need to establish firm ground here, or the mission is a fail. We need to liberate the men who are pinned down on the beach," said Richard. He looked down, the beach was littered with bodies, and many thousands of men were charging up.

"I want 2 gunners to take that hill, pick off soldier--" the captain was knocked to the ground, as was the rest of the squad. Missles were coming out of the sea.

God...subs. Richard thought. Not even he knew that the Shiloban military even had subs. The military was funded through other nations, as Shiloba was not highly developed yet. The squad watched as a Jericho Missles MK II found it's mark.

Ceylon troops fled the bunker burning, and were immediately shot down. Then another missles flew out of the water, but was intercepted over the heads of Shiloban troops, killing close to 1.000. This was a massive battle, and not all the troops had even landed yet.

Richard looked down at the beach, another landing craft opened it's doors, and the men in it were almost all eliminated or shot before they left the craft.

"Fire at will soldiers, sprint up this beach, we need to eliminate the missle interceptance systems before we can continue with naval bombardment.

"Sir, we're never gonna be able to hold 'em back! There's just too many, and too much for us too hand--" before the young recruit could finish his sentence a bullet penetrated his heart, evidently killing him.

"Squad, this battle may very well be our last, but at least we can say we did our duties as soldiers, and made history, even if we were just one puzzle piece, we may be the one that completes the puzzle."
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Ok, the OOC part.

Our troops have landed on the southern part of your nation. We are going to establish a foothold on your beach. Once the battle is won, we are going to send more military forces to keep it that way.

ooc: .. you realize this is total godplay, right?

You completely ignored the fact that Questers (Who is reknowned for having an excellent navy) engaged your forces 3,000 kilometers from Ceylon, then proceeded to magically 'teleport' those 3,000 klicks .. avoiding any other Haven nations who would stop you, and conquered a beach with light casulties. >.>

(OOC: I just wanted to do that because I'm new.)
ooc: Not much of a excuse. Seriosly you should know better than to take on a nation several hundred times your size.

As for the rp, I hope no one minds if I watch this? It is amusing as heck (the bit between Blub and Matt, at least:D)

[OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE FROM THE ROYAL SOVEREIGNTY OF ARALONIA]

To: The Foolish, Foolish Leaders of the Cracking Nation of Shiloba

I would like to personally note that your nation seems incredibly unstable as of late, due to numerous government changes. As a result, the Royal Sovereignty of Aralonia will begin a full naval blockade of your nation on all shores, and will be flying continuous air patrols around your borders. These two measures will take place to prevent your crumbling government from taking any further action regarding world affairs. Let it be known that if any non-civilian ship or aircraft leaves this blockade and air patrol region, they will be destroyed on contact. As of now, we impose upon you the force that all civilian aircraft and ships are subject to deviations to check points when required. There is no 'if' clause.

These actions, may I note, will also be undertaken under the fullest and greatest hope that your nation will recover from its current political turmoil and will become, eventually, a better platform for world affairs.

[FROM THE DESK OF ARCHON DONED HOPKINS]
[THE NONAGON, NEW SARIS, TARINA CONTROL ZONE, NORTHERN ARALONIA]

[OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE FROM THE ROYAL SOVEREIGNTY OF ARALONIA]

To: The Foolish, Foolish Leaders of the Cracking Nation of Shiloba

I would like to personally note that your nation seems incredibly unstable as of late, due to numerous government changes. As a result, the Royal Sovereignty of Aralonia will begin a full naval blockade of your nation on all shores, and will be flying continuous air patrols around your borders. These two measures will take place to prevent your crumbling government from taking any further action regarding world affairs. Let it be known that if any non-civilian ship or aircraft leaves this blockade and air patrol region, they will be destroyed on contact. As of now, we impose upon you the force that all civilian aircraft and ships are subject to deviations to check points when required. There is no 'if' clause.

These actions, may I note, will also be undertaken under the fullest and greatest hope that your nation will recover from its current political turmoil and will become, eventually, a better platform for world affairs.

[FROM THE DESK OF ARCHON DONED HOPKINS]
[THE NONAGON, NEW SARIS, TARINA CONTROL ZONE, NORTHERN ARALONIA]

Actually, this is just what our nation needs, if you want feel free to deploy troops in our country to work with ours. We need someone to help us calm down the citizens. Our nation is going through a very hard time right now, and our government is obviously unstable.

OOC: Shiloba Give it Up whilst you still have Dignity. To all Players I suggest you allow Shiloba to retcon his involvement in this thread and allow Questers and Blub to get back to their RP. Shiloba is obviously very new to Nationstates and obviously got abit carried away. The fact that Shiloba wrecked a damn good RP one that I was most enjoying is something Shiloba understands and I am sure will learn from.

Shiloba I suggest you read a few of the stickies on the International Consolidation Thread and read a few of the past RP's by Questers, Blub and alot of other people that RP to get a feel for the current Political Climate within II. I also suggest you figure out your own foreign policy and go with it. Perhaps even get on to a few of the mIRC channels to get to know some of the many RP'ers in II.

My Deepest Apologies and Best Regards to Questers and Blub for the rather large OOC Comment within the IC Thread.

Vetaka

OOC: Shiloba Give it Up whilst you still have Dignity. To all Players I suggest you allow Shiloba to retcon his involvement in this thread and allow Questers and Blub to get back to their RP. Shiloba is obviously very new to Nationstates and obviously got abit carried away. The fact that Shiloba wrecked a damn good RP one that I was most enjoying is something Shiloba understands and I am sure will learn from.

Shiloba I suggest you read a few of the stickies on the International Consolidation Thread and read a few of the past RP's by Questers, Blub and alot of other people that RP to get a feel for the current Political Climate within II. I also suggest you figure out your own foreign policy and go with it. Perhaps even get on to a few of the mIRC channels to get to know some of the many RP'ers in II.

My Deepest Apologies and Best Regards to Questers and Blub for the rather large OOC Comment within the IC Thread.

Vetaka

With the greatest feel to all nations, we apologize. We were carried away. We send $45.000.000.000 to Questers.