NationStates Jolt Archive

1830 Hours, 11/13, Vallingard, Northern Faxanavia, Faxanavia

The shadows crept silently across the room as Prime Minister Homer Caesus lay sleeping. A solitary beam of moon light crept through the window of his tiny loft apartment, lighting his pale face in an irridacent glow. He was a young man, in his thirties, and his light brown hair hung over his eyes in a
whispy halo. He smiled contentedly, dreaming of something only he could see, unaware of what was to come...

525 hours, 11/14, East Prudence, Printernavia, Faxanavia

The silent warehouse rose from the pavement below, a silent monolith in the night. East Prudence, the bustling capitol of the Faxanavian state of Printernavia, was silent in the pitch black void. Suddenly, the night's veil was broken by the on coming brightness of headlights. A large truck rolled
up, it's engine whirring, the only sound in the seemingly desserted night. Out of the cab of the truck climbed three men, each clothed inconspiculously in blue jeans and black turtle-necks. They pulled up the steel door on the back of the truck, revealing its contents. With grunts and silently muttered
curses, they pulled the large objects from the truck, and with more heaving, into the warehouse.

A single bare bulb swung back and forth on its chain, casting a flickering shadow against the bare walls. The men had soon departed, but they had left their cargo. And now the pickup was here. Several similarly dressed men trooped into the warehouse. Each one wore a black turtle-neck and black jeans. Emblazoned on each of these men's shoulders was a patch: the crossed hammer and sickle. With silent fortitude, they shifted the large white sheet draped across the cargo, to reveal it's contents- 10 metal barrels, arrayed in a neat square formation. Each one contained approximately 1 half of a ton of NH4NO3, more commonly known as the high explosive fertilizer, ammonium nitrate. The men smiled with satisfaction. Everything was going just smoothly...

630 hours, 11/15, Vallingard, Northern Faxanavia, Faxanavia

Faxanavia, being the capitol of Faxanavia, was itself a bustling center of commerce. Even in the early hours of the morning, the first street merchants were already up and bustling, hawking their wares from tiny carts and small storefronts. Along the streets rolled an inconspicuous white van, with no identifiable markings. If one had followed the registration number on the liscence plate, it could have been found to be registered to a tiny sub-sector of the Faxanavian Socialist party, the People's Radicalist Socialists of Faxanavia. But, no one paid enough attention to do so. A
pity...

John Creonisis tugged nervously at the collar of his shirt, adjusted the seatbelt, and made sure the tiny hammer and sickle patch on his left shoulder was properly on. It always was, but habits never evade us, especially when we know that, soon, habits will not be an issue. He looked to his left, at Wence Friedland, also sporting the hammer and sickle and the nervous smile of a man who knew of his fate. There was no conversation. Both knew such a thing was impossible. They plled up to the tiny service entry to Freedom Hall, the capitol building of Faxanavia, and the center of most of its governmental bussiness. They were waved through by the guard, and the truck rolled forward silently, its occupants now staring determinately. They must do this for their people,their country, for their very way of life... They rolled forward, into the vast parking garage. The tiny radio squawked away, some early listening show. Neither man payed attention. Ten feet to the mark. Five feet. Two feet. Both men muttered silent prayers, and john turned the engine off. He stared at Wence for one long, penetrating moment, and pressed the tiny button on the dashboard. The reaction was immediate. Within 30 seconds, all 5 tons of ammonium nitrate had detonated, as well as the varied explosives packed into the back of the truck. The effects were something akin to slamming a wrecking ball into the building. With the loss of every support on the ground floor, it began to collapse in on itself. It appeared as though the building sagged, like some behemoth falling in defeat. It collapsed in on itself, and was no more.

FAXANAVIAN TIMES FRONT PAGE 11/15

In a stunning attack today, Freedom Hall was destroyed in a terrorist bombing. The attack took place at around 6:30 this morning. Death tolls are estimated at 2000 or more, and Faxanavian fire fighting, police, and quick response teams are on the scene to attempt to save those they can. Among those confirmed dead are Prime Minister Homer Caesus, President of the Parliament Leon Krelvill, Chief of Staff Golden Summers, and Minister of Oversight John P. Marshalls. Under Faxanavian succession law, this leaves the current Chief of National Representatives as the new Prime Minister, who, in a strange twist of fate is...

830 Hours,11/15, Crunchenshire, Printernavia, Faxanavia

The tiny town of Crunchenshire never saw the first attack coming. Over the horizon rolled troop transports, and large artillery pieces. 250,000 men were coming, and coming fast. Within a matter of minutes, Crunchenshire was taken, as Pablomsome and Gorbenchov had before. The People's Radicalist Socialists of Faxanavia Liberation Militia was on its offensive, and hitting hard.

930 Hours, 11/15, The HPS Defenestrative, Somewhere in foreign waters

Chief of National Representative Ivansky Bochick lay prostrate in his bunk aboard the Defenestrative, feeling bad for himself. He'd never liked the sea, and agreeing to a 15 month world tour aboard the Defenestrative had not helped. Still, after he lost the elections to Homer Caesus, he needed to do something with his free time. He pulled himself up, and his stomach gave a jolt. Crashing back onto the bunk, he cursed whoever had had the bright idea of sending him on a 'round the world trip. A knock came at his door. With a moan, he signaled for whoever it was to leave him alone. However, they interpretated it as a call to come in. It was Captain Eddy Van Sanders, and his face looked pale.
Bochick stared up at the captain, his face a sickly green akin to that of some long dead dinosaur. The captain coughed nervously and said, "Sir. There's been an attack on the homeland. A terrorist group has bombed Freedom Hall, and now they've started their assault. They've already overrun the south-west corner of Printernavia, and they're heading north. We are needed back in Faxanavia ASAP." Ivansky burst from the bunk, all sickness aside. The first words from his mouth were, "Why do they need me?" The captain stared at him, for a long moment. "Sir, the Prime Minister, the President of the Parilament, the Chief of Staff, and the Minister of Oversight are all dead. Sir. You're the new Prime Minister." Ivansky blinked for a moment, then fell back to the bunk, out cold.

1025 Hours, 11/15, the Remains of Churchall, Printernavia, Faxanavia

The militia had already been through, and Chruchall was nothing but a smoking shell of its former self. The vast M-200 Desolator artillery vehicles were blasting everything to pieces, and the militia over ran what wasn't burned to a crisp.

1120 hours, 11/15, Vallingard, Northern Faxanavia, Faxanavia

The F-40 Bird of Prey that had taken Ivansky back to the mainland had arrived 30 minutes reviously, and Ivansky was now on his way to a makeshift government center in the western end of Vallingard. An aid was updating him. "Sir, they're moving fast, overruning everything. We're mobilizing, but they're coming in a blitzkrieg. What are we to do?" Ivansky thought for but a moment. "Get the troops up and ready, and get them moving. Make a press release. Send contact to other nations- we need their aid. We need to tell the people- we will win this war, and retribution will be served."

FAXANAVIAN GLOBAL PRESS RELEASE

At approximately 6:30 Faxanavian time, our capitol, Freedom Hall, was demolished in a terrorist bombing. The group responsible, The Peoples Radicalist Socialists of Faxanavia, have since begun a lightning fast attack, over running several villages in the south-west of Faxanavia. They have mobilizied approximately 300,000 armed troops. We open our request for your support to crush this insurrection and bring peace to our fine nation.

Respectfully yours,
Ivansky Bochick



*ENCODED MESSAGE FROM THE THE PEOPLES RADICALIST SOCIALISTS OF FAXANAVIA*

Socialist brothers of the world! Rise up! Defend the rights of the common man! Aid us! Soon, Faxanavia will return to its roots, and socialism will rise again!

(OOC: Bump for interest)

Listening posts carried both transmissions back to a receiving station, where they were further relayed to the Orzi National Intelligence Service, or ONIS. Upon fully transcribing the messages, they were tagged for high priority, and sent to ONEC, or the Orzi National Evaluation Center. ONEC would determine whether the information was valid, and give options for both what the Orzi government could do and what outcomes were likely for a number of scenarios. Once ONEC was done, the messages were sent to the Minister of Defense in Orzadia, as well as the Minister of Foreign Affairs and Emperor Atoxon, both currently out of the country on a goodwill tour, though they were fully capable of receiving and giving messages.

Atoxon read over the press release, then the Socialist message. Faxanavia was considered a decently friendly nation to Orzio, though there hadn't been much contact as of yet other than the standard embassies and possibly UN contact. But when someone was in need, Atoxon didn't want to just be on the sidelines. After consulting with his two ministers, he drafted a message to be sent to the Faxanavia government currently in power.


Ivansky Bochick, your request for help has been heard, and we are
sympathetic to your need.
I am willing to help you out as much as is needed.
will sent what I can, but if you need more I will get them to you
as fast as I can.
Tell me what you need to gain control. I await your reply.

Respectfully,
Atoxon, Emperor of Orzio


Once that was done, Atoxon gave orders to mobilize the I & II Corps, as well as the IV Armored Brigade. In addition, the 2nd Fleet - currently on standby - was ordered to make their best time to Faxanavia to begin airstrikes on the rebellious forces, and oversee any humanitarian missions that are needed.

|Official Faxanavian Communique|
We thank you, Emperor Atoxon, and all of Orzio, for your swift response in our time of need. As of now we require any military support that you can supply. The socialists have established a large base of operations and have conquered the south eastern corner of Faxanavia (OOC: map to follow). We must retake this land. Secondarily, we must track down the remaining members of the socialist uprising, who are scattered about the country. The Faxanavian armed forces are preparing to march, but any support you can offer would be greatly appreciated.

Respectfully yours,
Ivansky Bochick,
Prime Minister

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The Zansk sphere of influence was geting wider.
Some of Northern Calaveras had just became Democratic Calaveras, under the influence of 40,000 Zansk trained socialist guerillas. But now, Faxanavia.
This was the oppurtunity of a lifetime.

The 30 Ultrasonic planes cut through the air like a knife through butter, but that didn't make them any quieter. Zanski had just had a revolution itself and pulled through a socialist nation with Pablo Azani its president, and he was looking to expand its sphere of influence into the weaker nations.
They flew over Faxanavian airspace, dropping 10,000 trained "Trigger Soldiers"-basicly soldiers trained in guerilla warfare and to teach propaganda to the towns they captured.
Also dropped was 400,000 leaflets containing the following on one side:
PRSF:
PLEASE DO NOT ATTACK ANY ZANSK SOLDIERS, WE ARE HERE TO HELP THE REVOLUTION.
NO HARM IS TO COME TO ANY PRSF SOLDIERS UNLESS HARM IS BROUGHT ON US.
civillians see overleaf

and overleaf:

CIVILLIANS:
NO HARM WILL COME TO YOU IF YOU DO THE FOLLOWING:
*DO NOT ATTACK ANY ZANSK OR PRSF UNITS
*DO WHATEVER A ZANSK OR PRSF SOLDIER SAYS
*STAY INDOORS WHEN FIGHTING HAPPENS, OR LIE DOWN IF YOU ARE STUCK
*TAKE DOWN ANY LOYALIST FLAGS FROM YOUR HOUSE
prsf see overleaf

(OOC: I'm going to assume your forces are dropping in or near socialist territory)

Things were slowly getting worse. If it hadn't been for the Zanskian forces, maybe the socialists would have been stopped. Maybe this wouldn't have deteoriated. But maybes didn't cut it, and this was wartime, and this was war. An executive order went out from the office of the Prime Minister to mobilize the 3rd Legion, Ground Division in defense of the nation (a Legion consists of 250,000 men), as well as as the 5th Air Legion, (One Air Legion consists of 250,000 Men) in defense of the nation. This may have been, in hindsight, overkill. But a nation as powerful as Zanski had to be stopped in its tracks.

"This is Brown Fox 1. All units check in, over." With a loud chorus of, "Roger, over." the entirety of Company 4212, also known as "Brown Fox Company" made their presence clear to the company leader, Captain Josiah Brown. This same check in rippled through the massed forces below, as below, the massed forces of the 1st Legion prepped for combat. Armed troops stood, flanked by heavy artillery, tanks, and transport vehicles. The forces would move south, and would arrive in socialist territory within a matter of hours. The captain checked the load on his Ares III Assault Rifle, and motioned for his forces to move out. The First Legion, directed by 2 Star General Anderson Creevy himself, followed suit. The defense had begun.

A message went out to Orzio:
|Official Faxanavian Communiuqe|

We are now greatly in need of your assistance, for our lands have been assaulted by forces from Zanski. We, ourselves, are mounting our counterattack, but your aid would be much appreciated.

Respectfully yours,
Ivansky Bochick
Prime Minister

Leo Vellin coughed and hacked, a loud, wheezing noise which disturbed those around him. He inhaled greatly, coughed again, and took another puff on the cigar he held. Leo may have been an unassuming man, with him grey hair, his tiny stature, and his perenial cough, but he was a force to be reckoned with. Vellin was the mastermind behind the uprising, and was currently in a cave somewhere in the south-east of Faxanavia. His advisors were clustered around him, appearing as a huddled mass of red, due to the unique color of their clothes. Suddenly, a young boy, no more then 15 or 16, dashed through the entrance to the cave, kicking up a cloud of dust behind him. As one, the advisors looked up. The boy gasped, out of breath, before managing to say, "Sir! Zanskian forces! They've arrived for our aid! 10,00 men, sir!" before collapsing from the exhaustion that one can only get from running six miles.
Vellin smiled, overjoyed at the news. The Zanskian forces! 10,000 men! What luck!
Quickly, a message went out over pirate radio bands.

Zanskian forces,
We welcome your aid with open arms! Thankyou for your help in the revolution! We ask that you mobilize your forces to meet up with our own, to the south of East Prudence, the capitol of Printernavia. Again, we are overjoyed at your aid.

Leo Vellin

The waves crashed against the hulls of the ships as they sailed towards Faxanavia. They had steamed at max speed for as long as possible, and it had gotten them nearly there. They were within range to start conducting air raids, among other things, in support of any Fax ground troops. Adm. William Kane had personally joined this mission. Not only was he the Secretary of Foreign Affairs for LION, but he was one of the best admirals Orzio had, and now was the time to send the best to stop things before they became a lot worse. Reinforcements would be following, from both Orzio and perhaps LION. But he was here now, and that was all that he was thinking about. He sent a message to the Faxanavia Prime Minister's office to put him in touch with the frontline ground commander, in order to get information and find out what would be needed at the start.

While the lines were getting connected, the carrier decks were filled with planes being moved into position on the catapults, ammunition being put onto weapon pylons, and fueled up. They launched off the decks and formed up, waiting to find out where they would be headed.

(OOC: I apologize for the lack of a map as of yet. I'm trying to register with ImageHost, but I'm still waiting on the registration e-mail.)

2 Star General Anderson Creevy was seated in the back of a Legionnaire S-15 transport vehicle when the call came through. The Orzio forces were inbound from the west, and were prepped for combat. He opened up radio transmissions to the Orzio forces.
"Come in, Admiral Kane. I repeat, come in, Admiral Kane. This is General Anderson Creevy, do you copy?"

Classic. Tag for interest.

Kane picked up the mike. "Roger General Creevy, you're coming in 10 by 10. I've got my decks full of F-36s, F-40s, and F-35s ready to kick some ass, as well as a brigade of soldiers (4500) ready to land to help shore up defenses. Just tell me where they're needed, and we'll help you get your country back."

"Roger that, Admiral. The socialists are down in the southwest, moving fast towards the capitol of Printernavia. We need you to take the advancing forces out however you can. Clear the way, and me and my people can move in to take back that land. Over."

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(The red represents land currently under the control of Socialist forces)

Southiemer,
The Confederation

The Confederate capital, Southiemer, was bustling with life with the commerce and business of the nation running smoothly under the heat of July. Though in a large building, about twenty miles down I-10, exiting Gary Avenue, was the presidential residence, the Saloon as it was nicknamed by the people of Jagada. Within its rough stone and wooden centuries old walls President Viggo Vaughn, along with War Minister Franco York and Foreign Relations Minister Remington Pierce spoke of the situtation in Faxanavia. The Zanski had intervened there, just as they had in North Calaveras, and like in North Calaveras they seemed to have more imperial ambitions. Zanski ambitions were none of Jagada's concern, the Confederation would probably have ignored and overlooked Zanski movements since there was little chance the small nation could have managed to overcome Jagada in a war ... however, Zanski had come into direct confrontation with Jagada's interests in North Calaveras, and made the situtation there only more difficult.

'The situtation isn't what I'd hoped for it to be,' stated Viggo looking at the digital screen of Faxanavia. The Socialist rebels seemed to only control a small portion of the country, though with Zanski aid, that would probably enlarge within the next fourty-hours, even could even double.

'Rarely is,' said Franco York directly before looking at a folder opened on the oak table in front of him, 'We have the 11th Army ready to deploy, they are, however, the only one. It will take at least two more weeks before other armies are supplied and ready for transport.'

Viggo nodded and looked back at the Faxanavia map, the Zanski may have a chance against Jagada here, like they did in North Calaveras, since the Confederation wasn't anywhere close to be ready for a war. 'Remington, what are the chances of the people joining the Socialists. No since trying to put down a popular revolt.'

'It'd be easier to ask every single civilian than to go off the intelligance we have, which is below zero,' he said bitterly, 'I've already bitched out the intelligance folks and all they can tell me is sorry, the people may or may not join the revolution. Though going off experiance, the hearts of the masses are easily swayed with a few key victories.'

'Such as the attack on Freedom Hall and major victory in Churchall,' Franco York said dryly.

Viggo nodded and hummed to himself for a minute, would it be easier to simply watch Zanski and support Faxanavia indirectly. No, they would send the wrong message to the Zanski. The Confederation's position in North Calaveras was dependant upon how it reactions here in Faxanavia, if it did not show it was serious and could fight, then North Calaveras would be a blood bath as Jagada would have to fight off the Zanski and the Binarian Empire, possibly at the same time.

'I say we go for it,' the President said at last.

York nodded, 'I agree.'

Remington merely nodded, 'I'll draft the message immediately.'

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The Confederation of Jagada

A revolution against the proper order is a regret in any country, a Socialist revolution supported by a foreign nation is far beyond a regret. It is a direct insult to national soverignty and a threat to other nations facing similar, short-term, problems. The Zanski Nation has simply broken all forms of honor by supporting socialism. For such an ambitious nation it is a shame that it must be so narrow-sighted in its quests.

On that statement, the Confederation hereby offers the support of the 11th Army, along with an air detachment and the 5th Fleet. These forces number nearly half a million and can be brought to Faxanavia immediately -- with the approval of that government.

Signed,
Remington Pierce
Minister of Foreign Relations

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La Porte,
The Confederation

While the paper statistics that the War Department had showed that the entire 11th Army was, infact, ready for war -- its was only partially right. Only a quarter of the full combat support was ready for transportation, along with its logistical counterpart. That meant only 125,000 combat troops, along with logistics, were boarding the transports of the 11th Fleet. The Fleet was ready, along with the air detachment, save the helicopter element which was being brought in from Kingwood. General Robert Duport, the commander of the 11th Army, and the overall commander of the Faxanavia Expedition Force (FEF), watched onboard the CGS Mace, a Pitbull-Class Super Dreadnaught, a massive ship of uncalulable strength. It wasn't Duport's style to go in guns blazing, the Super Dreadnaught was in fact too slow for his taste, but it would do. The 11th Army would show up, in due time, at full strength -- until then the Faxanavians would have to deal with a smaller assistance, and so would he. Though the Zanski were an untested enemy he felt confident he could, at the very least, halt them and their Socialist allies.

For Faxanavia's sake, he'd better pull it off.

|Official Faxanavian Communique|
The Terracratic Union is overjoyed to hear of Jagada's offer, and accepts it. We ask that the Jagada forces focus their offensive on two key points: Firstly, pushing back the any and all parts of the Zanski offensive, and secondly, deploying troops shore side so that they can come in from the back of the Socialist forces, cutting them off. Again, we are overjoyed at your offer, and are thankful to all of Jagada.

Respectfully yours,
Ivansky Bochick
Prime Minister

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(The red represents socialist territory, while the arrows are Faxanavian troop movements.)

A boy, no more then 14, sat perched in the tree, on a careful look out. Clad in his spiffy uniform, with the red hammer and sickled stitched to his shoulder, and the AK-132 assault rifle held firmly in his hand, he felt like king of the world, perched as he was atop the tall maple tree. This was, however, fleeting.The main reason for this sudden loss of euphoria was what he had just sighted. Over the rising crest of the hills, came the thunderous sound of the Faxanavian forces. 250,000 men came marching. The boy fled for cover, although a lot of good it would do him.

Another messenger came hurtling, breathless, into the cave where Vellin and his followers resided. He choked out his message, before collapsing. "Sir! The Faxanavian forces have arrived! They're coming fast! They're pushing us back!" Vellin looked startled, and momentarily agitated. But, swiftly, a look of calm calm returned to his face. He turned to his advisors. "Get mobile, men! I want every man we can muster up and moving. And man the Desolators- they may be our only hope."

Churchall may have fallen, but it was, by no means, any less important. Churchall had become the new center of military training for the socialist forces. Any able bodied man who had not fled when their forces had rolled through was swiftly indoctrinated, given a gun, and told which end was pointed at whom. This center of production was an important vantage point for the socialists. But not for very long.

"Check in." came the tinny voice over the radio head sets of the 25 pilots flying in synchronous formation. Each man was piloting a one of the B-2 Spirit bombers so popular amongst the armed forces of the world. Each man checked in, and proceeded to the target area. Below, men drilled in formation, and guns were being handed out. With a clear, sharp, "Proceed." command, the bombers released their payloads- heavy, powerful gravity bombs, plunging to the earth below to unleash their firey destruction.

The safe amount of zansk planes had been deployed in North Calaveras- therefore, this was to remain a ground war. But Zanski had sent in fifty tanks to aid the socialists and also three hundred standard GPS-based artillery.

Three guerillas stood on a hill, overlooking the conflict. One was patrolling the area, one Sniping down troops, and one was waiting in case the sniper died, to take the sniper himself.
"It looks like this war is lost." Said the Sniper.
"Yup," Replied the guard, "So soon. Just got here."
The Substitute shook his head.
"It's a bloody guerilla war- ideology over warfare. Just keep in mind that you will win this war, and you will.
They heard footsteps, and the guard ran towards the sound.
"Halt!" Said the guard.
"Hey, we're friendly. The Army just donated one of these babies to us.." Said a voice.
A man came round the corner, with three other men, pulling up an artillery.
"It's a great spot up here. Let's blow 'em up now." Said the substitute.
And they began firing at Faxanavian troop positions down below.

About three hundred meters below, Five thousand Trigger soldiers flitted in and out of the hills. Tanks were staying behind for now.All guerillas were equipped with AK-47's(Nicknamed the Guerilla's Bible), and one in three also had a bazooka. Mortars had been donated too, as they were cheap and small. one in five men had this.
Their prime objective for this week was to reach East Prudence, and by hell all these men had it in their heads that they would.

Meanwhile, ten cargo planes set off from Zanski to drop in another fourty thousand troops.

Men were ignited in flame as the artillery up in the hills began to pump out it's deathly destruction. The Faxanavian's attempt to over run the rebels seemed to be failing because of their guerilla warfare. But, the Faxanavian's believed in fighting fire with fire, and the socialists were about to get burned.

Faxanavian men pulled back, and forward rolled the vast LY300 Manticore Multiple Rocket Systems. 200 Of these behemoth artillery pieces came forward, slowly, and then opened fire with their contents- 30 220 mm missiles. from 200, that totalled to 6000 missiles pumping up into the hills. To this was added Faxanavian towed artillery, the din so loud that many donned earplugs to protect themselves. The blast subsided. The Faxanavians observed the damage.

Meanwhile, several miles behind the meeting point of the resistance and the Faxanavian soldiers, some 100,000 armed troops were massing in East Prudence. It was surrounded by AA and Artillery, and overhead planes buzzed constantly. Each man was armed, and all civilians were told to stay inside. If the socialists got this far, they would have hell to pay.

The fourty thousand guerillas were dropped at the Socialist base of operations. they had only AK-47's, knives, grenades and mortars, but surely it would help the insurgency.

Meanwhile, on the fontline, troops were being ordered to try to stay low, for then the artilleries could not kill them. They were under orders not to fire unless they were sure to kill something, for not doing so would give away their location.
The artilleries were firing constantly, and hearing: BOOM, "AAAGGGGHHHHH MMMYYYY LLLEEEEGGGGSSSS" was commonplace, for heavy fire was being brought onto the hills from the enemy artillery; already over one hundred people were certified as dead. about a thousand were badly wounded. But the reinforcements looked good- They were staying at base for now and had created what they called "Nova Sparta"- A whole temporary city of 20,00 tents and heavily protected by anti-air turrets and artilleries, just outside the base of operations.

Back at home, Generals were looking at a possible invasion of Western Faxanavia, and pushing up towards the river, then pushing southwards to join up with the other socialist territories- but this was just a back-up plan that would go into action as soon as the capitalists gained significant land.

The Faxanavian forces, like many of the world's finest militarys, held firm in the belief that Lyran weaponry was some of the best. This was the major reason that advancing up across the hills were 100 LY4 Wolfhound MBTs, and behind them rolled the already moving LY300's. They came as a wall of fire, laying down blast after oppresive blast. The rebels would feel the flame.

Off the southwest coast of Faxanavia, the HPS Defenstrative and its carrier group (Carrier Group Bravo) had come into territorial waters. They had received radio transmissions, and were meeting up with something. No one on board was quite sure what. However, their suprise visitor was soon made clear: 10 Ohio Class Submarines, rising slowly and lithely out of the water. These subamrines were configured to launch cruise missiles, and their use was clear. From offshore, all ten submarines opened fire with their load of conventional warhead BGM-109 Tomahawk cruise missiles with one target in mind- Nova Sparta. Quick radio communications brought teams on board the Defenestrative scurrying down to reload the subs for their next salvo.

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(let's bump it up, again!)

The council for Communism in Faxanavia, a think tank based in Shuza, Zanski, were a bit confused as to what they could do to stop these ships off the coast of Faxanavia.
"The Army will have to get involved, This will show us up for sure." Said one.
"Are you sure? It's not the best kept secret in the world." Said Another.
But then, the Think tank's leader interupted.
"They are attacking Zansk citizens who are giving a voice to the communists in Faxanavia- we'll call the politicide card- we will tell them to step down or be pushed down." He said.
The others all agreed.
The letter detailing the plan was sent to President Pablo Azani, who signed it and wrote the following to Faxanavia:
OFFICIAL TELEGRAM FROM PRESIDENT AZANI OF ZANSKI
we are aware that you have been trying to shut the mouth of the Faxanavian communists for some time now. In Zanski, we believe in autonomy for the people- this means that everyone should have their voice heard. This is why I am president of Zanski.
Your lives will be spared if you leave the country now and leave.
We have over one million troops on red alert to help our boys in the southwest of your nation- this will be no insurgency. We will crush the bones of your nation like paper. We will take over your capital before you can fire a shot. We applaud you if you step down. But if you refuse, do not be surprised if you find your supporters hung by their feet on every tree in Vallingard.

Official Free Dominion of Vetaka Diplomatic Message:

To: Pablo Azani, President of The People's Republic of Zanski
From: Daniel Pearce, President of the Vetakan Dominion

Subject: Warning of Policy

Dear The Honourable Pablo Azani,

I write to you today to warn you regarding your nations current actions within the nation of Faxanavia. I have no intention of getting involved because quite frankly I see your people as aggressive. However I feel it is my duty to warn you about the path you are taking. Your intervention whilst moral is been done with your usual aggressive tone which is getting you no where.

You are mearly reinforcing the sterotypical view that Communism is a violent and unintelligent political ideology. We both know that is not true the Vetakan Dominion holds some of the worlds Communists and Socialists in very high regard we have and will bleed for them if required.

Your threats and aggressive actions do not make you big and they do not make you a superpower. I suggest a change of diplomatic tact and a change in operational planning by your Military Forces.

As I said before I have no intention of becoming further involved with this crisis. I wish you good luck and pray you take heed.

Yours with the Greatest of Respect

Daniel Gary Pearce

President of the Free Dominion of Vetaka
Supreme Commanding Admiral in Chief of the Vetakan Defence Forces
High Counsel of the United Federation of Allied Nations

To: The Faxanavian Prime Minister's Office
From: The Grand World Order of Foreign Affairs

We have recently recieved word of the current rebellion in Faxanavia. As our policy about political rebellions states, we will deploy troops if you wish. We have 13,000 Federation Army members, armor and artillery included, as well as 2,000 Marines, armor and artillery included, within response range of your nation. If needed, GRIFFITH-II is willing to express transport a Company of S.T.F. Agents for protection of government officials and buildings.

The council for Communism in Faxanavia, a think tank based in Shuza, Zanski, were a bit confused as to what they could do to stop these ships off the coast of Faxanavia.
"The Army will have to get involved, This will show us up for sure." Said one.
"Are you sure? It's not the best kept secret in the world." Said Another.
But then, the Think tank's leader interupted.
"They are attacking Zansk citizens who are giving a voice to the communists in Faxanavia- we'll call the politicide card- we will tell them to step down or be pushed down." He said.
The others all agreed.
The letter detailing the plan was sent to President Pablo Azani, who signed it and wrote the following to Faxanavia:
OFFICIAL TELEGRAM FROM PRESIDENT AZANI OF ZANSKI
we are aware that you have been trying to shut the mouth of the Faxanavian communists for some time now. In Zanski, we believe in autonomy for the people- this means that everyone should have their voice heard. This is why I am president of Zanski.
Your lives will be spared if you leave the country now and leave.
We have over one million troops on red alert to help our boys in the southwest of your nation- this will be no insurgency. We will crush the bones of your nation like paper. We will take over your capital before you can fire a shot. We applaud you if you step down. But if you refuse, do not be surprised if you find your supporters hung by their feet on every tree in Vallingard.

|Official Faxanavian Telegram|
Sir, this is not the people speaking out. This is not an opinion being heard. This is an invasion made by terrorists who have cause destruction and terror, and will do so again unless they are stopped. You may threaten our nation, and you may claim you shall crush us, but we will live on. Your threats will not go unnoticed, and we shall stand against you to the last man. We will ask you once- stop your aggressive tactics, and halt your invasion upon our soil. Allow us to handle our own troubles, and to stop this terrorist regime. You have intruded upon our sovreignity, and if you do not back down, then you will soon find this to be war.

Respectfully yours,
Ivansky Bochick
Prime Minister

To: The Faxanavian Prime Minister's Office
From: The Grand World Order of Foreign Affairs

We have recently recieved word of the current rebellion in Faxanavia. As our policy about political rebellions states, we will deploy troops if you wish. We have 13,000 Federation Army members, armor and artillery included, as well as 2,000 Marines, armor and artillery included, within response range of your nation. If needed, GRIFFITH-II is willing to express transport a Company of S.T.F. Agents for protection of government officials and buildings.

We will happily accept any aid you may offer us, including these troops. Whatever can be sent to stop this possibly imminent invasion, and the rebellion that is currently going on. Thankyou for your kind offer.

Respectfully yours,
Ivansky Bochick
Prime Minister

"Commies acting out again."

Jerome passed Palmer a cigarette, who lit it. "Thanks. Where at now?"

"Faxanavia... probably some half-assed backwards nation out in the middle of nowhere."

"The Director brief you on it?"

"Yeah. Island nation, probably six hours at mach, and we're looking at pretty stiff resistance. This Zanski nation is supporting some terrorists and they claim to have a million men."

"A million men." Palmer half-chuckled, half-coughed. "A million men. They wanna know what I could do with a million men? I'd make their million men look like a million toy soldiers, is what I'd do."

"Exactly."

"A million men and I'm gonna bet they don't know what the hell they're doing with those million men. This is fucking gold, Bill."

William Graham Jerome, Vice Admiral of the Steelian Navy, set down his cup of coffee. "So you wanna go?"

"You're kidding," General Michael Palmer said. "It's been ages since I took out my own batty. I leave that stuff to the younger boys these days. Anyway, where will we get the money?"

"You know how they always overfund Defence. We've got five hundred billion lying around and no idea what to do with it. It'll hold you for a month or two at least, maybe more if you can get supplies from the Faxies."

"Five hundred billion? It'll last."

"That's it. And all we have to do is get these guys back on their feet."

"Right. I'll go." He paused and turned back. "Do I get bombers?"

"The batties don't come with bombers, but call Jim over at the Air Support Division and he'll send you a few."

"Thanks a million, Bill."

"Never could resist doing a favour for an old friend."

And that, in Steel and Fire, is how wars get started.

Within four hours two things happened. First, the cargo planes bearing the 27th Tactical Battalion took off from an airbase the size of Rhode Island, accompanied by hundreds of fighters and massive hulking bombers. In the lead aeroplane, General Michael Palmer carefully gelled his hair and shaved before the bathroom mirror, so as to look good in the publicity shots made by the half-score journalists who would be accompanying the Steelian advance every step of the way.

Second, a message was sent to the Faxanavians, the upshot of which was "We are sending some dudes to kill the commies. If you don't want us, just say so."

The 27th Tactical Battalion, nicknamed the Thunderhawks, was a complete army package. Almost two hundred thousand combat personnel; including a hundred and fifty thousand infantry, half of which was mechanised; tanks both light, medium, and heavy (including two planes that groaned with the weight of five Warhound Mk VIIs apiece, two thousand ton 'supertanks' that exemplified all that was wrong with the military of Steel and Fire); fighter planes and bombers; and last but far from least, many types of artillery -- ranging from small towed pieces and flak cannons to MLRS units. The flotilla of aircraft was so large that few airfields could accomodate the whole thing

"Commies acting out again."

Jerome passed Palmer a cigarette, who lit it. "Thanks. Where at now?"

"Faxanavia... probably some half-assed backwards nation out in the middle of nowhere."

"The Director brief you on it?"

"Yeah. Island nation, probably six hours at mach, and we're looking at pretty stiff resistance. This Zanski nation is supporting some terrorists and they claim to have a million men."

"A million men." Palmer half-chuckled, half-coughed. "A million men. They wanna know what I could do with a million men? I'd make their million men look like a million toy soldiers, is what I'd do."

"Exactly."

"A million men and I'm gonna bet they don't know what the hell they're doing with those million men. This is fucking gold, Bill."

William Graham Jerome, Vice Admiral of the Steelian Navy, set down his cup of coffee. "So you wanna go?"

"You're kidding," General Michael Palmer said. "It's been ages since I took out my own batty. I leave that stuff to the younger boys these days. Anyway, where will we get the money?"

"You know how they always overfund Defence. We've got five hundred billion lying around and no idea what to do with it. It'll hold you for a month or two at least, maybe more if you can get supplies from the Faxies."

"Five hundred billion? It'll last."

"That's it. And all we have to do is get these guys back on their feet."

"Right. I'll go." He paused and turned back. "Do I get bombers?"

"The batties don't come with bombers, but call Jim over at the Air Support Division and he'll send you a few."

"Thanks a million, Bill."

"Never could resist doing a favour for an old friend."

And that, in Steel and Fire, is how wars get started.

Within four hours two things happened. First, the cargo planes bearing the 27th Tactical Battalion took off from an airbase the size of Rhode Island, accompanied by hundreds of fighters and massive hulking bombers. In the lead aeroplane, General Michael Palmer carefully gelled his hair and shaved before the bathroom mirror, so as to look good in the publicity shots made by the half-score journalists who would be accompanying the Steelian advance every step of the way.

Second, a message was sent to the Faxanavians, the upshot of which was "We are sending some dudes to kill the commies. If you don't want us, just say so."

The 27th Tactical Battalion, nicknamed the Thunderhawks, was a complete army package. Almost two hundred thousand combat personnel; including a hundred and fifty thousand infantry, half of which was mechanised; tanks both light, medium, and heavy (including two planes that groaned with the weight of five Warhound Mk VIIs apiece, two thousand ton 'supertanks' that exemplified all that was wrong with the military of Steel and Fire); fighter planes and bombers; and last but far from least, many types of artillery -- ranging from small towed pieces and flak cannons to MLRS units. The flotilla of aircraft was so large that few airfields could accomodate the whole thing

|Official Response|

Dudes, come kill as many commies as you'd like.

Respectfully yours,
Ivansky Bochick
Prime Minister

Several GWO Ships, 5 of which were Amphibious Assault Ships, floated in international waters outside of Faxanavian Bay. Then Admiral Yeats, who had recently returned to duty after an injury while fighting a fleet of Red Tide ships (The thread died after Red Tide withdrew) recieved a message. It was from Admiral Buwan, the leading Admiral of the GWO Naval Warfare Department. "Prepare your troops, we're going to be combatting a commie rebel invasion. We're going to be helping Faxanavian troops, so make sure to inform them to NOT shoot at them."

"Affirmative, sir. Sending alarms out now." Yeats replied, then hanging up his "military phone." He flipped a switch to initiate the Combat Readiness Alarms, and said over the PA system, "All troops, gear up and prepare for a landing. All Shiphands to combat stations in case of any confrontations." Almost instantly, men were rushing left and right as they grabbed their rifles, armor, and personal belongings. The men were trained to be fast, and most were suited up in complete body armor in about 45 minutes. The ships started steaming towards Faxanavian Waters.

Radio operators were repeating over several channels, "This is the Grand World Order Naval Flagship Artiche, we are approaching your waters for deployment of troops to assist in rebellion termination, please acknowledge."

Meanwhile, in Magna Polis, November Company of the S.T.F. was suiting up. They were going to board a small miltiary transport plane to Faxanavia. They were all quickly dressed and armed, and they made their way via gunboat to the Airport islet, which was connected to the City Island via over a dozen chains and cables.

DECLARATION OF withdrawal
President Azani has offucially issued a statement of withdrawal:
Zanski has officially started to pack up its army and has ordered a truce while we get out. ORDERED. Zanski is issuing a "Protected organisation" status for the Socialists, providing they give up all arms. They may set up a government-in-exile if needed in Zanski. After they have given up arms, which we encourage them to do (with a bit of funding), Should they be illegalised or crushed, arrested or ignored, or discriminated against, we will no doubt call the Politicide card and will be back.


note:OOC: S&F, don't think you have acheived anything. Vetaka has brought us to reconsider our actions and, yes, we will revise our foreign policy.

General Palmer surveyed his forces. They had landed in several shifts; the airfield was not big enough to allow all of the planes to land at once, so they merely unloaded their contents and departed. So far, everything was proceeding smoothly; the Steelians should be able to hit the front before nightfall and form a strategy as they made camp. Insurgencies were always tough to crush; just when you thought you had them beat, they would show up from the other side and start harassing your supply convoys all over again. But with the Zansk having withdrawn, matters should be a good deal simpler. Palmer's first action was to deploy Special Ops teams to the mountainous region to comb the area for terrorists.

His second was the bombers.

The B-7 Jupiter was, in fact, nothing more than Imperial Aerospace's B-22 Zeus with a Steelian name and designation. Each one carried two hundred and twenty-five thousand kilograms of bunker busting, high explosive death. And twenty of them were in the first wave. With a great roar, they sped down the runway in pairs; at the far end they rose into the skies and became mere specks, soaring through the air at slightly below mach, drowning out everything else with their mighty roar. They were probably among the largest planes anyone around here had ever seen; indeed, apart from the occasional Ouroboros and the few Superliners that regularly shuttled five thousand people to and from outlying regions like Mediterranica and Gholgoth, they were the largest planes seen in Steel and Fire itself.

Then they arrived over the enemy encampment and dropped their massive bombs. Each one was about 9000 kg, making twenty-five bombs per bomber; all five hundred of them would gouge deep holes in the ground, then burst apart to leave massive craters and coat everything in the immediate vicinity in flame. The overall effect was similar to that of a medium yield nuclear weapon, minus the radiation and the mushroom cloud.

That would drive the insurgents away from the area, at least those who were not killed outright; and perhaps it would give the Steelians enough time to figure out where to attack first.

DECLARATION OF withdrawal
President Azani has offucially issued a statement of withdrawal:
Zanski has officially started to pack up its army and has ordered a truce while we get out. ORDERED. Zanski is issuing a "Protected organisation" status for the Socialists, providing they give up all arms. They may set up a government-in-exile if needed in Zanski. After they have given up arms, which we encourage them to do (with a bit of funding), Should they be illegalised or crushed, arrested or ignored, or discriminated against, we will no doubt call the Politicide card and will be back.


note:OOC: S&F, don't think you have acheived anything. Vetaka has brought us to reconsider our actions and, yes, we will revise our foreign policy.


The call came in from the DOD, and went straight to general Creevy in the field. The fighting was at a lull, as the Zanski forces pulled out.General Creevy stood, overlooking his troops, as he often did when he wanted a better idea of how the battle was going. But now, as if by magic, the fighting had ceased. The artillery had stopped, and a socialist had arisen waving a pair of what appeared to be white boxer shorts, tied onto a stick. The universal sign of surrender. The Socialists were setting down their weapons, and were being herded into a rather large group by the soldiers. General Creevy looked at them. "Men, I've heard what the Zanskis say. I've heard what they're going to do, with this politicide thing. To me, you are criminals. Everyone of you has betrayed your country. And you should shot for it, like any traitor." The socialists quivered, unsure. "But, the man up top says I can't do that, so here are your options. 1. You can pull out with those Zanskis, and go on home with them. We won't miss yah. 2. You can come with me and my men. You'll tell your buddies back in the main camp we're coming, and to put down their weapons. You won't face charges. Some political crap. You can walk out of here free. Or, 3. You can pick up those guns, right there at your feet. I won't stop you. And you can fight." General creevy leared. "See how far you'll get. My guess, without those Zanskis backing you, not so far. So," he said, glaring out, "What's it gonna be?" He looked out at the assembled masses. The thought was unanimous. To leave their homes, or to die for something the cause. The third option was the obvious choice.

Within the hour, the socialists at this front, almost half of the socialists forces, had surrendered. Guns were being collected, and food handed out. Wounds were tended to, on both sides. Creevy sighed. This lot had been easy. The other ones, though, thy would be harder. He radioed out. "Steel and Fire and the Grand World Order forces: The Zanski forces are pulling out. We have a heavy surrender, but it's not over yet. It is now vitally important that we win fast. We must take the socialist main camp, and take them out there. The remaining forces must be stopped. They haven't given up arms, and they aren't protected by the Zanski. We do it now, and we do it big."

SIC: Vellin screamed in frustration. The Zanski forces had pulled out. He had maybe five hours before they were gone, and then the Faxanavians would come for him. He couldn't lose, not now. A cry of frustration rent the air. There had to be a way out. Suddenly, a light bulb went off. Of course. He couldn't get out, so he had to get out. He grabbed a passing Zanski soldier. "Where are you going? Which way?" The man pointed, confused. Laughing loudly, Vellin dashed off. If he couldn't win, he'd have to leave. And the Zanski forces had said that they could set up a government in exile. he smiled. He wasn't done yet...
IC: Vellin's last order, although it was unknown that it was his last order, went out. All socialists were to fight. The Faxanavians and their allies could not reach the base camp!

Upon this radio transmission being recieved, the Fleet changed course. They were going to be landing at the Socialist-Controlled Territory. The ships hurried to the Southwestern coast, and were visible from the shore. The ships then began spewing out transport boats, each one filled with either Army Infantrymen or Marines. Tanks wouldn't be coming until later. Since there weren't any obvious shoreline defenses, the ships could not fire for fear of civilian collateral damage. The troops would be going in without knowing what they were up against. The transports were amphibious, and the exit hatch was in the rear, much like Modern-Day US amphibious vehicles. The troops were preparing for battle; Religious ones clutching their necklaces, clones over-excited, and some simply toying with their weapons. It was going to be a long day for these men.

OOC: I can't RP against myself for anything, so I'd prefer if someone RPed the Socialist Forces at the coast.

Official Communication

As of post.... uh.... 33, we have bombed the largest visible socialist base and, from what we can tell, have totaled it utterly. It is likely that any remaining insurgents are hiding in the mountains and forests, and the area should be carefully combed and, if the enemy is there, incinerated.

-- General Michael Palmer.

A steely silence had settled over the socialist forces. Over the past few hours, catastrophy had set in. The Steel and Fire forces had destroyed the main base. The Faxanavians had proceeded swiftly, as many of the remaining socialists had simply surrendered upon hearing of the destruction of their camp by the S&F bombers. Now, 10,000 socialists remained, the last of a once proud force. But they would not give up. They were crouched along the high peaks of the cliffs that ran along the southern beaches of Printernavia. To the south, within eyesight, were coming the force of The Grand World Order. To the north came the S&F forces and the Faxanavians. They knew that they were not long, but they'd be damned before they didn't go down fighting. And, now, it was time to play their ace in the whole.
The M-200 Desolator. A hulking piece of masterful destruction (for more data on the M-200, go here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=12815590&postcount=4531).) There were 25 of these leviathans of artillery, and each one was arrayed along the coast line. The trump card of the Socialists. Each man winced as the first of the M-200's fired, out into the oncoming TGWO troops. Each one left desolation in its path. 10 fired out to sea, and many mortars, rescued from the bombings, or towed away, fired with them. But another 15 were turned to the north, and the oncoming troops. The Socialists weren't going down without a fight.

http://img57.imageshack.us/img57/2989/newfaxanaviamapsocialisye6.png
(An up to date map. The red is the remaining socialist territory. The arrows represent, respectively: Purple- TGWO, Blue- Faxanavia, and Orange- S&F)

The artillery pieces and mortars started coming down on the amphibious transports, causing a D-Day like feel for the GWO Troops. Several vehicles were sinking or getting blown to bits, and it almost seemed like a suicidal charge. Men were screaming as they fired the mounted heavy machine guns up at the Socialist positions, and it seemed like if it were in a movie, it would be in slow motion with dramatic music. The ships began firing their sea-to-shore cannons, and the first wave began to hit the shore, and the amphibious vehicles went as close to the cliff as possible to protect the infantry from artillery fire. Out at the fleet, two Destroyers and an Amphibious Assault Ship were transformed from awe-inspiring pieces of machinery to smoldering, burnt pieces of scrap metal, and men were desperately trying to board the remaining ships.

The troops began to scale the side of the cliffs with cables, while socialists on the edge fired down at them, and the machine gunners on the transports continued to fire upon the socialists. Men were dropping from the cliff, both GWO and Socialist, and the scene was enough to make D-Day look obscure.

Men fired almost in slow motion. AK's pumped. Grappling hooks were kicked from the cliffs. The vast M-200's were blasting great holes in the beach below. The M198's and mortars were pumping. The 20 remaining Socialist tanks were blasting away. Men screamed as the the artillery below flew in a hale of death. The land creaked loudly, but no one heard over the din of battle. The ominious sound died down, but it was not over yet.

"We need more support, pronto!" shouted a radio operator into his transmitter. Another wave of craft was being sent, and more missiles and artillery shells were being launched at the top of the cliff. The amphibious craft were launching smoke shells, which penetrated the side of the cliff and began spewing out grey smoke. Meanwhile, the first shipment of Divine Tiger-class Heavy Battle Tanks was soon to be landing, and even in their transports, they were firing their twin cannons and 75. Cal machine guns at the Socialist forces. Several small boats were staying off-shore, filled with snipers armed with Raufoss-filled EASR Sniper Rifles, who were firing steadily at the infantry and lightly armored targets. And off the decks of the carriers, took off several Commanche and Apache helicopters, ordered with the task to destroy the M-200s, as well as the tanks. Meanwhile, the transport carrying the S.T.F. Agents was passing over the concentration of Faxanavian troops. One element was ordered to parachute towards them to aid in combat operations, while the other Agents were going to the capital. The S.T.F. Agents' Uniforms looked like the result of a mixing of a Space Marine and a Nazi SS Soldier.

((OOC: For those that don't know, Raufoss is the small explosive variant of the 50 BMG round.))

The blasts filled the sky with smoke, and the ground was stained with the blood of the fallen. The Socialists fired on in vain, anti-armor and missiles firing off into the helicopters, the artillery pumping away. And then, they came.

The Faxanavians hurtled through the forest, a wave of explosions ahead of them as artillery fired. Out on the dangerous precipe of the cliff, the Faxanavians hit the socialists from behind, a crushing tidal force of war. The battle that ensued was so loud that the sound of the ocean below was lost. The blasts of artillery from both sides. The screams of the dying, plunging from the cliff. And suddenly, it was too much. And the cliff gave way.

The solid face of the cliff had been creaking loudly, but was unheard in the unending roar of battle. But, now, under the weight of 15,000 men, and artillery, and tanks, and death, it began to fall. The rock sliding away, gaining momentum. Men attempting to leap for safety, being caught in the rockslide, the long drop down the cliff face.

The Socialists had come through on their promise- they had died fighting.

(bump)

Zanski requests that no further action is taken out against the socialists.

(Bump)

(OOC: I'm going to assume your forces are dropping in or near socialist territory)

Things were slowly getting worse. If it hadn't been for the Zanskian forces, maybe the socialists would have been stopped. Maybe this wouldn't have deteoriated. But maybes didn't cut it, and this was wartime, and this was war. An executive order went out from the office of the Prime Minister to mobilize the 3rd Legion, Ground Division in defense of the nation (a Legion consists of 250,000 men), as well as as the 5th Air Legion, (One Air Legion consists of 250,000 Men) in defense of the nation. This may have been, in hindsight, overkill. But a nation as powerful as Zanski had to be stopped in its tracks.

"This is Brown Fox 1. All units check in, over." With a loud chorus of, "Roger, over." the entirety of Company 4212, also known as "Brown Fox Company" made their presence clear to the company leader, Captain Josiah Brown. This same check in rippled through the massed forces below, as below, the massed forces of the 1st Legion prepped for combat. Armed troops stood, flanked by heavy artillery, tanks, and transport vehicles. The forces would move south, and would arrive in socialist territory within a matter of hours. The captain checked the load on his Ares III Assault Rifle, and motioned for his forces to move out. The First Legion, directed by 2 Star General Anderson Creevy himself, followed suit. The defense had begun.

A message went out to Orzio:
|Official Faxanavian Communiuqe|

We are now greatly in need of your assistance, for our lands have been assaulted by forces from Zanski. We, ourselves, are mounting our counterattack, but your aid would be much appreciated.

Respectfully yours,
Ivansky Bochick
Prime Minister


While this message is not directed to the FFS (The Federation of the Fanboyist States), we have learned through the message dispatched to Anti-Communist Initiative for Defense (ACID) HeadQuarters, requesting help against the communist revolt and invasion taking place in Faxanavia.
In response to this attack on our brothers in the war against the red menace, FFS forces will be dispatched to aid Faxanavia. The forces on their way include:
Imperator-Class Superdreadnaught FSS Invicta
Ottonius Magnus-Class Dreadnaughts FSS Ottonius Magnus and the FSS Erwin Rommel
6 heavy destroyers
10 light destroyers
40,000 men from the 3rd Army (infantry, artillery, and armoured all included)
260,000 volunteers forming the Blue Army, also equipped with (admittedly old equipment) artillery, armour(tanks) and infantry weapons.
We hope it will be enough.
Sincerely,
Generalissimo Roderic Michael Weller, Head of State and Commander-in-Chief of the Federation of the Fanboyist States

Field Marshal Steven Phillip Grimmeberger, Marshal of the Armed Forces and Defenses of the Federation

"Everyone near the vehicles now!" shouted some of the troops while scrambling to the tanks and APCs. Numerous amounts of the troops were caught in the rocks, but as soon as the cliff was finished falling, another wave was sent by the ships and the shore troops hurried up the rocks, gaining a foothold on the top of the cliffs. The helicopters were firing chainguns into the crowds of Socialists, as well as firing missiles, rockets, and other items of nastiness. The troops had already mounted FHASAWs and GI-MG33s onto tripod mounts, and a large amount of snipers were taking cover in the rubble or beihnd rocks.

Then melee combat was initiated. Troops from the GWO were attacking Socialists with not only their firearms, but with everything ranging from sabers to chainsaws, and even their bare hands, much like a scene from Warhammer.

The Socialists were losing. It was clear. What few had survived the plunge of the cliff were now being blasted to shreds by TGWO troops from below and Faxanavians from above. Hunkered down in the protection of one of the fallen tanks, a descision was made. Poking his head above the protective cover, a socialist man waved the white flag. As one, almost like a shockwave, the fighting stopped. The socialists lay down their guns, and the AK-47's and AK-132's and knifes in the surf. The Faxanavians, too, lowered their guns. Many of them began to descend the perilous cliff face, down to where the socialists were huddling, surrounded by TGWO guns. Meanwhile, back up on the cliff, the call went out: "All clear." The Faxanavians were going home.


|Official Faxanavian Press Release|
As of 600 hours this morning, the current Faxanavian Rebellion Crisis has been declared over by the Faxanavian government. All of the socialist rebellion forces have surrendered, and are being transported. They will not face charges by the government, partially thanks to the political improprieties commited by Zanski. The Socialist leader, Leo Vellin, has not been found, and is believed to have escaped with the Zansk forces.

Admiral Yeats stepped onto the shore to witness the surrender of the Socialists, as well as the collection of the bodies and weaponry. The Admiral looked around at the bloodstained beach and water. Bodies were already being piled on the shore, as well as captured weaponry. Within a few hours, the GWO forces were packing up and departing, leaving a small slab of concrete with battle information printed into it. It was kept well into the beach, as to keep it away from the rising tide.

Zanski orders that all troops leave Southwest Faxanavia now- for we believe that this is beginning to be politicide.

Zanski orders that all troops leave Southwest Faxanavia now- for we believe that this is beginning to be politicide.

OOC: Um, I hate to break it to you, but they've sort of surrendered. And gotten off free of charges, I might add.
IC:

|Official Faxanavian Communique|
Dear sirs,
Not only have the socialist forces chosen to surrender, and been granted free passage and amnesty from any crimes, but it is not, in fact, the right of any member of the government of Zanski, to enforce such a statement. These rebels are being treated with respect, and dignity. Food and shelter is provided for them, and they have been cleared of all crimes. Meanwhile, you attempt your politicide nonsense. We ask you in all honesty- Please, please, please, stay out of our nation politics.

Respectfully yours,
Ivansky Bochick
Prime Minister