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MESSAGE TO: ALL NATIONS OF THE WORLD
FROM: THE PEOPLE'S COMMUNIST STATE


We gladly inform the world that we will begin on disarming our nation to create a peaceful nation for all its people, we wish to better ourselves and preserve humanity in our little piece of the world, and to become freinds to all that wish to open there arms to us, no matter what goverment you are you are welcome to join us comrades. We have just declared peace to all nations of this world.

ooc: LOL the forum warped Prae's post ahead of the OP!

IC:
Salutations citizens of North Calaveras,

I cannot but express confusion at this action. The global revolution has not been accomplished, the Imperialist and Industrialist still hold sway. Your nation shall fall before the sun sets, do not go through with this folly! You must remain militarized, to prevent your destruction.

-Aleksandra Gorbachova, Premier of The Federation of Eurasian Socialist Republics

Foreign Office Statement

North Calaveras is hereby claimed as a Crown Colony in the name of King George IV of Praetonia &c.

Greetings Comrades from Praetonia, but we regret to inform you, we do not belong to any Crown Colony you speak of, however, would you be interested in tradeing, such as food and medical supplies.

FROM: Communist Party of North Calaveras

No more blood.

Onward Communism, the #1 Political Forum in Rasskazovo!

fail commies gtfo

Total Members: 3

Open Declaration

Akimonad is sending one patrol boat to assist the Praetonians in the pacification of the incredibly short-sighted North Calaverans.

~Dr. Jules Hodz,
Lord Protector

ooc: LOL the forum warped Prae's post ahead of the OP!

IC:
Salutations citizens of North Calaveras,

I cannot but express confusion at this action. The global revolution has not been accomplished, the Imperialist and Industrialist still hold sway. Your nation shall fall before the sun sets, do not go through with this folly! You must remain militarized, to prevent your destruction.

-Aleksandra Gorbachova, Premier of The Federation of Eurasian Socialist Republics

FROM: Communist Party of North Calaveras

No more blood.

PWS Seagull
Somewhere off the coast of North Calaveras

"Good news, sir!" A Lieutenant announced, gleefully, "According to the wireless, the country we are sailing around has now completely disarmed."

"Goodness me," replied Captain Williamson, "Do we have orders from Kingston?"

"Not as yet, Sir, but I believe that now may be a good time for a patriotic gesture," the Lieutenant replied.

"What an insubordinate suggestion," the Captain said, lost deep in thought. "I can't deny the logic in it, however... completely unarmed, you say? Well, bring us about then!" He barked at the helm. "I shall be the first to step ashore in this verdant land and bring its people in the light of Praetannic Civilisation. An honour indeed!"

"Sir!"

The destroyer, tinted a rust brown by its overlong patrol, creaked worryingly as it was brought about, headed now towards the shallow waters of this country's largest port, its ensign flapping in the breeze as if on a picture-postcard.

The red flag of North Calaveras waved brightly in the sun as the vessel approached. The port of Crimson Sands met the destroyer, where it was sent a message.

TO: Vessel
FROM: NC Comms

Vessle you appeard to be damaged, are you in need of repair?

3rd Carrier Task Forces
For several weeks now the 3rd Carrier Task Force has been patrolling the waters around the nation of North Calveras. TPF liked to have at least one group there at all times loaded with nuclear weapons and Marines to pwn NC once again. Now, as it seemed, NC had disarmed. The Task force now turned to the nation and 8 Marines soon landed . They had received orders to assist Praetonian interests in the area along with orders to secure the mines and factories along with the people for future exploitation.

"Ah, natives! How delightful. I will greet them," the Captain declared. A midshipman passed him the radio.

"Dearest natives of North Calaveras, your kindness is quite extraordinary. Alas, my ship is not in need of repair but rather a thorough refit at a Praetonian port. It is more likely, I fear, to be scrapped, so ages is it in comparison with the rest of the fleet. But no matter, I shall be coming ashore shortly with a number of my men. I hope to greet your head of state on arrival once there."

Half an hour later, the Captain with a dozen marines had assembled in a motor launch that was quickly lowered over the side. God Save the King played over the Seagull's loudhailer as the launch streaked towards the quay.

ARF Gaviota
Somewhere off the coast of North Calaveras

The small waves struck the hull of the small destroyer, trying to push back the hulk of steel which was advancing rapidly against the tide and towards North Calaveras. The Franberrian flag and the ensign of the Armada fluttered gracefully in the wind.

"Capitan! We have sighted a Preatonian craft to the north of our position! Also, we have received a message that the Preatonians have also claimed the country of North Calaveras."

"Wut wut! I say, approach the Preatonian craft and form up alongside, we must inquire about the situation."

"At once sir!"

AMS Feanon, Osa-class patrol boat

"Sir!" the XO said. "New orders!" The XO stifled a giggle.

"Mmm... what?" the captain said, reading the orders. He burst into laughter.

"We're to set sail for North Calaveras, not far from here. We're to assist Praetonia in subduing them." he read aloud, laughing. "Apparently they don't have any military."

The entire helm broke out in laughter.

"Set course for North Calaveras, full speed!" the captain ordered.

The small boat turned and sped off towards North Calaveras.

The marines lined up behind the Captain and stood to attention with rifles and fixed bayonets. The strains of God Save the King could still be heard intermittently as the frayed connections to the loudhailer jerked about with the motion of the sea.

The Captain returned the handshake. "Good morning. In the name of the King, I am here to liberate your people from bolshevism and bring them into the light of Praetannic civilisation."

He waited for the cheers of joy.

"Ah, natives! How delightful. I will greet them," the Captain declared. A midshipman passed him the radio.

"Dearest natives of North Calaveras, your kindness is quite extraordinary. Alas, my ship is not in need of repair but rather a thorough refit at a Praetonian port. It is more likely, I fear, to be scrapped, so ages is it in comparison with the rest of the fleet. But no matter, I shall be coming ashore shortly with a number of my men. I hope to greet your head of state on arrival once there."

Half an hour later, the Captain with a dozen marines had assembled in a motor launch that was quickly lowered over the side. God Save the King played over the Seagull's loudhailer as the launch streaked towards the quay.

Premier Kash Wilson (jr.) had already been on the way since the visitors were one there way. he had arrived in a long black limo with red flags, he exited his vehicled and walked up to meet the man, holding out his hand with a firm grip " Greetings comrade, I am Kash Wilson, son of the former Preimer. Welcome to our great nation, im sure you are very tired from your travels in that awful ship."

ARF Gaviota
Somewhere off the coast of North Calaveras

"Sir, they do not seem to be replying."

"Most strange, the Praetonians have always been gentlemanly in these type of situations, nevertheless, we shall dispatch a motor boat as they seem to have done."

"It shall be done at once Captain."

"And I shall be on it, along with 9 members of the naval infantry, and my aid."

"Yes sir!"

And the captain made his way to the side of ship, and clambered onto the motor boat, were the men he had ordered were waiting for him. Rapidly, the motor boat set off in pursuit of the Praetonians and into the quay.

Premier Wilson laughed " Im Sorry sir, liberate, as you see here the people are very happy, please come with me, as we may discuss your civilization, I would love to meet your king as well." The masses laughed.
Happy, indeed, Williamson thought, How could a foreigner possibly be happy?

"Perhaps, in a moment. However before we proceed, perhaps we could discuss this country as it stands. For instance, are you an elected president, or a dictator? You mentioned that you were the son of a previous Premier - is it hereditary?"

ONS A-1337

New Type-XI diesel submarine was running trials far from Olmedreca. Ship was not fully crewed or armed yet. Suddenly communications officer said:

“Captain, we have received new orders from Olmedreca! We are to sail to North Calaveras immediately to support Praetonians and their allies in pacifying them."

“What the fuck! We are here on trials, we are not properly armed or crewed or anything, are they nuts?”

“According to military intelligence, with 100% probability, North-Calaveras has no armed forces.”

Whole crew, that means 13 people, started laughing, and little submarine surfaced and headed towards North-Calaveras. Small Olmedrecan flag was proudly hoisted.

The marines lined up behind the Captain and stood to attention with rifles and fixed bayonets. The strains of God Save the King could still be heard intermittently as the frayed connections to the loudhailer jerked about with the motion of the sea.

The Captain returned the handshake. "Good morning. In the name of the King, I am here to liberate your people from bolshevism and bring them into the light of Praetannic civilisation."

He waited for the cheers of joy.

Premier Wilson laughed " Im Sorry sir, liberate, as you see here the people are very happy, please come with me, as we may discuss your civilization, I would love to meet your king as well." The masses laughed.

The little boat nearly crashed into the harbor, pulling alongside the Preatonian craft.

"They're up there." Captian Esteban Morales informed his crew rather obviously, as the Praetonians and the uncivilized natives were in full view. "Fix bayonets and advance! And someone bring out the colors!"

And so, the captain, his aide, and the naval infantrymen clambered out of the boat and made their way towards the congregation, the captains aide carrying the colors.

Wilson smiled " I geuss you could say hereditary and elected my freind, the people chose me to lead, and I will listen to the people, though most people seem to classify our people as a dictatorship."
"I see." Williamson was no fool - he could see what was going on here. An elected hereditary non-dictatorial dictator? We'll see about that, he thought to himself, knowing that this was bolshevik doublespeak for a dictatorial dictator elected in a sham election where all the other candidates were banned.

"I believe, Sir, that you are a tyrant." He drew his pistol. "In the name of the King, I am placing you under arrest on suspicion of the crimes of treason, sedition and tyranny... aha!" He waved to the Franberrian delegation, still with his pistol drawn on the foreign head of state, "What-ho?"

Happy, indeed, Williamson thought, How could a foreigner possibly be happy?

"Perhaps, in a moment. However before we proceed, perhaps we could discuss this country as it stands. For instance, are you an elected president, or a dictator? You mentioned that you were the son of a previous Premier - is it hereditary?"

Wilson smiled " I geuss you could say hereditary and elected my freind, the people chose me to lead, and I will listen to the people, though most people seem to classify our people as a dictatorship."

AMS Feanon, 6 nautical miles off of North Calaveras

The captain was now standing on the deck, surveying the small array of ships in front of him. He pulled out some binoculars and looked.

"Look." he said to the XO. "That rusty thing is flying the Praetonian ensign."

"There's more, Sir."

"Yes, there's a Franberrian boat and a large task force from The People's Freedom."

"Wow. We must be the smallest boat here."

"Well, why would you send a bunch of large ships to a demilitarized country when you can take it with a dinghy? At least we have some firepower."

The boat sailed up to the harbor. The captain walked back up to the helm and grabbed the microphone, radioing to the Praetonian ship.

"Greetings, Praetonian friends. We wish to assist in any way we can."

"I see." Williamson was no fool - he could see what was going on here. An elected hereditary non-dictatorial dictator? We'll see about that, he thought to himself, knowing that this was bolshevik doublespeak for a dictatorial dictator elected in a sham election where all the other candidates were banned.

"I believe, Sir, that you are a tyrant." He drew his pistol. "In the name of the King, I am placing you under arrest on suspicion of the crimes of treason, sedition and tyranny... aha!" He waved to the Franberrian delegation, still with his pistol drawn on the foreign head of state, "What-ho?"
"Greetings Preatonians! Captain Esteban Morales, at your service. We sighted your craft and have come to see if we could give our aid to whatever it is you are doing. I suppose you are bringing civilization to these poor folk?"

He stood in front of the Praetonian, saluting, the rest of the Franberrians did so as well, except for the one holding the flag.

OCC: i said i was in the proccess of de-armanment, my military is still fully capable.

OOC: Still fully capable of getting the crap beaten out of it by Praetonia, amirite Prae

OOC: Still fully capable of getting the crap beaten out of it by Praetonia, amirite Prae

OOC: and everybody else.

[OOC: Well now that is no fun! We could always just withdraw now and come back when you really have disarmed... but that would waste an awful lot of time :(

"I see." Williamson was no fool - he could see what was going on here. An elected hereditary non-dictatorial dictator? We'll see about that, he thought to himself, knowing that this was bolshevik doublespeak for a dictatorial dictator elected in a sham election where all the other candidates were banned.

"I believe, Sir, that you are a tyrant." He drew his pistol. "In the name of the King, I am placing you under arrest on suspicion of the crimes of treason, sedition and tyranny... aha!" He waved to the Franberrian delegation, still with his pistol drawn on the foreign head of state, "What-ho?"

OCC: i said i was in the proccess of de-armanment, my military is still fully capable.

Kash laughed again " treason? sir, this is my country, how can I betray what is controlled by the people." men stood in front of the premier and his guards lifted there weapons.

OOC: Did you just mistake an OOC post for a IC post?

... n00b.

EDIT: TIMEWARP!

Centurion Gaius Valerius Bibulus (or so he referred to himself as) stumbled ashore some one hundred meters behind the Praetonians. He did not quite remember how he had gotten there. One moment he'd been sitting aboard his mighty fifty-foot super dreadnaught, the EXTERMINATVS D:<, sipping his gallon of rum, and the next thing he knew he was waddling ashore, puking all the way up. Luckily, his sidearm still functioned properly as evidenced by his discharging of the TDX pistol at a nearby flock of infidel seagulls- clearly they were speaking some heathen devil language, as they failed to respond to his rather clear greetings intellegibly, and as a result he realized that it was his God-given duty to smite them lest they continue to speak in tongues and corrupt the poor children.

Shaking his head off, salt water dripped from his scraggly beard. His tattered BDU pants had the lower legs cut down to shorts, and he wore the helm of an Imperial Centurion, complete with the red horizontal crest. He wore a red cape and an army-issue undershirt; bizzarely, he procuced a black banner, the Crusader's Death's Head, from under his shirt, and unfurled it. Stumbling over to a nearby flagpole, he affixed the banner and raised it skyward, shooting a saluting the flag in the typical Doomani horizontal arm fashion and proclaiming,

"IN THE NAME OF GOD AND THE EMPEROR, I CLAIM THESE LANDS!" he bellowed, slurring the word 'emperor'.

Bibulus had, in fact, single-handedly secured a beachhead for the untold legions he was certain that would be arriving. Surely he would be awarded Hero of the Imperium for this glorious victory!

OOC: Still fully capable of getting the crap beaten out of it by Praetonia, amirite Prae

OCC:then i guess this invasion was planned before my declaration of PEACE to everyone? ah, of course, anything for your fine captalist goods I assume, even taking over a peacful people, yes....freedom is what capatalism has always called itself hasnt it.

OCC:then i guess this invasion was planned before my declaration of PEACE to everyone? ah, of course, anything for your fine captalist goods I assume, even taking over a peacful people, yes....freedom is what capatalism has always called itself hasnt it.
OOC:

Profit > Peace

Really, basic capitalism there.

Anyways, if your military is fully functioning, how did two old rusty destroyers, a frigate, a drunken Doomani and god knows what else manage to infiltrate your grandest port?

[OOC: Before we can continue we need to know if this is taking place after disarmament (which I think it should be, since that was implied at the start), or after.]

Fools, do you not Know? Have you forgotten mao's words? He maid it clear that a revolution is not a polite agreement but it is war made by the people to destroy autocratic capitalist regimes. To say that a communist should not fight for his rights is just foolishness. We must fight back! then we can have peace and love, because a country that is oppressed will never have peace until it destroys the oppessors. :mad:

OOC:

Profit > Peace

Really, basic capitalism there.

Anyways, if your military is fully functioning, how did two old rusty destroyers, a frigate, a drunken Doomani and god knows what else manage to infiltrate your grandest port?

OCC: Because sir, we dont shoot the first thing we see, as we said, we have become an almost perfect society.

Olmedrecan submarine A-1337 proudly entered to the harbor. One crewmember was holding small Olmedrecan flag to give whole situation more official look. Submarine stopped near Praetonian vessel and man with loudest voice(as proper loudspeaker was not yet installed) shouted:

"Olmedrecan Navy vessel has arrived to support its Praetonian friends in civilizing North Calaveras!"

Fools, do you not Know? Have you forgotten mao's words? He maid it clear that a revolution is not a polite agreement but it is war made by the people to destroy autocratic capitalist regimes. To say that a communist should not fight for his rights is just foolishness. We must fight back! then we can have peace and love, because a country that is oppressed will never have peace until it destroys the oppessors. :mad:

no more blood

This is taking place at the very start of disarmament.
[OOC: kk. Well the government probably wouldnt do this at such an early stage, so either we can fastforward it or RP this as a spontaneous action of the Seagull,]

[OOC: Before we can continue we need to know if this is taking place after disarmament (which I think it should be, since that was implied at the start), or after.]

This is taking place at the very start of disarmament.

OCC: i said i was in the proccess of de-armanment, my military is still fully capable.

Kash laughed again " treason? sir, this is my country, how can I betray what is controlled by the people." men stood in front of the premier and his guards lifted there weapons.
The Captain made to shoot one of the guards, but slipped on the wet quayside and broke his left arm. The first casualty of the war. The dozen marines, meanwhile, shouldered their rifles and fired, before lunging at the foreign guards with their bayonets.

A small white plane zigzagged across the Calveran skies hopelessly lost. It had been charted by a group of young Aurum Domans hoping to go skydiving but all they had done was sit and wait in the back for the past 3 hours.

"Okay guys I have had enough of this. I'm gonna go yell at the pilot, he swore he wasn't a Clandonian when we boarded but I can see now that he was lying."

"Be careful Jem, don't fall outta the plane."

Jem walked towards the cockpit and began yelling at the top of his lungs at the pilot.

"You filthy Clandonian, you better get us somewhere we can jump!"

At that precise moment the plane swerved to one side and Jem was thrown off his feet and through the open door. He fell hopelessly through the skies until he remembered he had a parachute, He opened it and drifted slowly down to what looked like a beach with several people on it. One that was standing near a flock of retreating seagulls seemed to be Doomani by the look of his BDU's. When Jem landed he pulled out his pistol, a SinRay Compact Tactical .40 DDI, and looked around.

[OOC: kk. Well the government probably wouldnt do this at such an early stage, so either we can fastforward it or RP this as a spontaneous action of the Seagull,]

OCC:I would have galdly been allies with you, I really see no reason why you would want to invade a country that would help you itself, All I see are perverts that want some ass in this case.

The Captain made to shoot one of the guards, but slipped on the wet quayside and broke his left arm. The first casualty of the war. The dozen marines, meanwhile, shouldered their rifles and fired, before lunging at the foreign guards with their bayonets.

"The Captain made to shoot one of the guards, but slipped on the wet quayside and broke his left arm. The first casualty of the war. The dozen marines, meanwhile, shouldered their rifles and fired, before lunging at the foreign guards with their bayonets. "


OCC: ummm what war? there was never a war? wet quayside?

Kash fell to the ground as he was hit in the side by a bullet. His guards were dead. Wilson didnt understand "why?" he thought in pain.

RCNS Rytji
Somewhere off the coast of North Calaveras

It had come to the attention of the Realm that a communist nation had disbanded its military and was in the process of being annexed by the Praetonians. While Cotland hadn't had official relations with Praetonia for quite some time, His Majesty's Council was eager to reestablish relations with the Praetonians again after the reemergance on the world scene, and it was quickly decided to send some help to the Praetonians, just in case the intelligence estimate of no military in North Calaveras was false.

The nearest asset was the new RCNS Rytji, the lead ship in its class which was currently out on sea trials near North Calaveras. While not technically commissioned into the fleet yet, the Rytji was still fully armed and nearly fully manned as the high seas weren't too safe now a days.

The Captain of the Rytji, Captain Ågessøn received the communiqué from the High Command while sitting in the command chair on the spacious bridge and immediately ordered the Rytji to alter course and head for the Praetonian task force. The Rytji immeditately increased to thirty-six knots - flank speed - and hoisted the Cottish war ensign, just in case.

Upon arriving an hour later, Captain Ågessøn found to his astonishment only one Praetonian warship, a rather old and rusty destroyer named Seagull in port, but with both a Franberrian destroyer, an Akimonadi patrol boat, a TPF task force and Olmedrecan submarine, among others.

Upon scouting out the beach from the starboard observation wing through his personal pair of binoculars, Captain Ågessøn found that a number of naval personnel from the various countries already represented had arrived, including one dressed suspiciously shaggy-looking man who shot at the flock of seagulls in the distance.

Looking to his XO, Captain Ågessøn smirked as he said, "We might as well make our presence known. Contact the Praetonians on an open channel, let them know that we're here to help. After that, prepare a launch and a shore party."

"Yes sir." The XO said as he gave the Captain a quick salute before heading back into the bridge to convey the orders.

Two minutes later, the following message was sent out to the PWS Seagull over an open channel while a boat was being prepared.

"This is the Royal Cottish Navy's Ship Rytji to the Praetonian warship. We are here to render assistance in your glorious action against the heathen communists."

Five minutes later, Captain Ågessøn had boarded the boat along with ten sailors armed with DR-83M assault rifles and headed towards the shore. The boat was nearly at the shore when someone started shooting on the shore. Ducking, Ågessøn pulled out his TDX pistol and cried out, "Flank speed! For the glory of the King!"

A minute later, he and his ten men jumped off and ran to the Praetonian landing party, their weapons at the ready. There were men down already, and apparently the Praetonians had shot them. Relaxing somewhat, Ågessøn lowered his pistol slightly.

"I am Captain Ågessøn of the Royal Cottish Navy. You must be the Praetonian commanding officer?" He asked the officer who lay on the ground with an injury. "Do you require medical assistance?"

AMS Feanon

The weapons officer yawned. He probably should have slept last night, but he had not imagined that they would be in a hot zone today.

He yawned again, and laid his arms across the weapons console, resting his head on them gently. His eyes closed slowly.

The next moment he jolted awake to the sound of "Missile Launched."

He looked around frantically, seeing a P-15 anti-ship missile flying towards the city. He reached for key and thumbed the plastic cover of the abort button. Opening it, he pressed it, to no avail.

"Shit." he said quietly. A missile was now headed for a city, where it would invariably explode and probably cause some damage.

Statement by the Mondothian National Commission
RE: North Calaveras
The Freehold is delighted that the Government of Calaveras has seen fit to declare disarmament, such a forward thinking action in this world is a rare and wonderful thing. However, the Freehold also recognizes the reasons this is such a rare action, and indeed, why the freehold itself has not similarly disarmed. This world is a dangerous one, and while we might hope that all nations would see the wisdom in disarmament, we recognize that this cannot occur piecemeal, any nation that disarms before all others is at risk to those less moral and upright than themselves. Therefore, The Freehold Commission has decided if North Calaveras intends to go through with disarmament and as a result, puts its citizens at risk, then the Freehold has no choice but to offer North Calaveras protection as a Mondothian Protecorate state with all the rights, privileges and protections that go with it.
As a token of our offer, a Mondothian Task Force has been dispatched to Calaveras Sovereign waters.
The Freehold Commission urges all nations considering taking advantage of North Calaveras that while the nation is considering our offer, Any and all Mondothian Military Forces are authorized to act on behalf of North Calaveras against any aggressor states.

OCC:I would have galdly been allies with you, I really see no reason why you would want to invade a country that would help you itself, All I see are perverts that want some ass in this case.
[OOC: Praetonia is a capitalist, imperialist power. This is the sort of thing it would do. However it hasn't, per se, one destroyer captain has gone off on his own to seize what he things is an easy target "for King and country" and all that, thinking it will make him a household name. Praetonia is like 19th C britain. There is no need to be OOCly offensive, this is an IC RP.]

Idiots, thought Williamson. He had never meant for them to hit the President.

"Retreat to the ship! Retreat!" He shouted. Two of the marines picked up the foreign President and another helped the Captain up, shuffling back to the motor launch.

[OOC: Praetonia is a capitalist, imperialist power. This is the sort of thing it would do. However it hasn't, per se, one destroyer captain has gone off on his own to seize what he things is an easy target "for King and country" and all that, thinking it will make him a household name. Praetonia is like 19th C britain. There is no need to be OOCly offensive, this is an IC RP.]

Idiots, thought Williamson. He had never meant for them to hit the President.

"Retreat to the ship! Retreat!" He shouted. Two of the marines picked up the foreign President and another helped the Captain up, shuffling back to the motor launch.

Air raid sirens began to sound, the screaming sirens chased the men back to the ship. Kash held his side, blood stained his uniform as he was dragged.

Jem jumped when the sirens went off and then started running. Within a second he had run straight into the Doomani.

"Ow uh sorry man, what the hell's going on?"

Statement by the Mondothian National Commission
RE: North Calaveras
The Freehold is delighted that the Government of Calaveras has seen fit to declare disarmament, such a forward thinking action in this world is a rare and wonderful thing. However, the Freehold also recognizes the reasons this is such a rare action, and indeed, why the freehold itself has not similarly disarmed. This world is a dangerous one, and while we might hope that all nations would see the wisdom in disarmament, we recognize that this cannot occur piecemeal, any nation that disarms before all others is at risk to those less moral and upright than themselves. Therefore, The Freehold Commission has decided if North Calaveras intends to go through with disarmament and as a result, puts its citizens at risk, then the Freehold has no choice but to offer North Calaveras protection as a Mondothian Protecorate state with all the rights, privileges and protections that go with it.
As a token of our offer, a Mondothian Task Force has been dispatched to Calaveras Sovereign waters.
The Freehold Commission urges all nations considering taking advantage of North Calaveras that while the nation is considering our offer, Any and all Mondothian Military Forces are authorized to act on behalf of North Calaveras against any aggressor states.

From: Communist Party of NC

We accept this offer, however, there has seemed to be an incident at one our ports. " the comms stoped one moment " It appears a explosion has just gone off"


North Calaverian Air raid sirens " http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fkpQHbjeN4w

The eight Marines that had landed soon heard the firing and ran up to the area. They came across a rather odd sight of Franberrians, Doomies, Cotlanders, and Praetonians all mushed together.

" Sir!" Sergeant Sexyback saluted the Praetonian officer. " Can we be of some assistance?!"

One of the men could hear tanks and other vehicles rumbling in the backgrounds, he hefted his LAC-5 and prepared for action.

Captain Ågessøn and his men followed the Praetonian Captain's instructions and found themselves with a couple of Franberrian naval personnel and of all things a single Doomani. Holstering his Doomani-made pistol, Ågessøn walked over to the Doomani and the Praetonian Captain to try to find out exactly what was going on.

They had reached the motor launch. Williamson could hear sirens, but not much movement. The foreigners didn't seem to actually be trying to push them back, and his twelve marines seemed more or less intact.

"Wren and Postlethwaite, take Comrade Dictator back to the ship. The rest of you, follow me." The Captain clambered back onto the quayside. "Bring back more marines," he shouted into the boat, "and don't forget my horse!"

Meanwhile, he began organising the Cotland and Franberry troops together into some sort of vaguely coherent unit, and made to approach the Doomani.

"Eh, err, ave," he ventured, before continuing in Latin, "do you wish to advance into the city with us?"

"C'mon we're going to conquer these lands in the name of God and the Emperor!" he shouted to the Aurum Doman excitedly, waving his pistol inland and running in a uncoordinated manner towards a street.

Hearing voices calling in Latin to him from the Praetonians, he turned towards them,

"Salve, brothers! Let us pillage these lands in the name of God and the Emperor! I'm certain they'll throw a triumph for us for this!" he grinned widely as he motioned for the Praetonians to follow him. Sighting the Cotts near the Praetonians, he shouted as an afterthought to the Praetonians, "Bring those Viking fellows too!"

He made a determined charge up the beach, pushing inland, spearheading the advance.

God was truely on his side: he'd been in country for only five minutes and already he had assembled a vast army! Whoever lived here was truly doomed now, for they now faced a drunken but highly motivated Doomani and an entire squad of Praetonian marines as well as a token Aurum Doman, and what Bibulus believed was a viking raiding party.

They had reached the motor launch. Williamson could hear sirens, but not much movement. The foreigners didn't seem to actually be trying to push them back, and his twelve marines seemed more or less intact.

"Wren and Postlethwaite, take Comrade Dictator back to the ship. The rest of you, follow me." The Captain clambered back onto the quayside. "Bring back more marines," he shouted into the boat, "and don't forget my horse!"

Meanwhile, he began organising the Cotland and Franberry troops together into some sort of vaguely coherent unit, and made to approach the Doomani.

"Eh, err, ave," he ventured, before continuing in Latin, "do you wish to advance into the city with us?"

The rumbling of SOL T-62's and BMP-2 APCs could be heard, as was the sound of men running, and guns loading.

OCC: as i said before, the military is still in action.

Aboard the Rytji, the weapons systems had been activated when the cruiser first received the orders to help out the Praetonians, and the sensors were fully operational. This included spotters with binoculars on the observation deck above the bridge. It was one of these who first spotted incoming tanks and BMPs approaching the landing beach. This was quite possibly a bad thing, the conscripted sailor thought, so he passed the word on to the XO down on the bridge.

He obviously also thought it was a bad thing, because a few seconds later, the twin 130mm dual-purpose cannon mounted in the bow of the Rytji turned to face the direction where the tanks were coming from and fired a single high-explosive shell. The shell wasn't aimed directly at the approaching tanks, but rather about fifty meters in front of the lead tank, and were designed to be a warning shot.

If the T-62s and BMPs continued their advance though, the next salvo wouldn't miss.

As shooting started Captain Ott Puskar shouted: "battlestations!" and the rest of crew fastly went back to submarine. But Puskar was there for presonal glory, he proudly stepped on ground, pulled out his Luger P08 and looked around. He noticed Praetonians and walked towards them:

"Greetings from Olmedreca! I am here to support full pacification of this so called North-Calaveras!"

"Goodness gracious me," the 1st Lieutenant tutted, handing the binoculars back to the Able Seaman he had borrowed them from. "It seems that there's a spot of bother ashore."

The soviet vehicles were visible now, and entering range to fire on the troops on the ground.

"Guns!" He called into a brass speaking trumpet taken from the railing - the ship predated radios. "Two points left. Vehicles. Rapid fire."

The gunners gave their confirmations, before turning the two for'ad 4.7" dual turrets to face their new foes. The guns boomed, recoiled and reloaded. They fired again.

General Government of Vetalian Calaveras

Effective immediately, all border control policies will be reorganized to accommodate the new political situation in North Calaveras. Road and rail links between the city of Melnikova and its environs will be expanded and there will be loosening of restrictions on travel between our territory and that of the rest of North Calaveras.

The captain squinted at the shore. "The hell...?"

He pulled out his binoculars again, and looked.

"Bloody hell! Tanks!" he yelled. "Aim and fire!"

P-15 missiles shot off towards the tanks, and the 30mm guns on the boat turned and sprayed bullets in towards the direction of the tanks and APCs.

Five tanks were damaged, and destroyed. The nearby Kirov Cruisers turned there guns towards the old rusted ship, and the siren blazed again.

Speaker boxes moaned loud " Stop this nonsense and return home, we wish no harm upon you."

Aboard an F-25
Four F-25's activated their afterburners and sped towards the Kriov cruisers that were firing. They each launched two MLSS-21 missiles at the Kriov's, ensuring they were sunk, as even one would do the trick, in addition, the MLSS systems could not be destroyed by CIWS.

"Kirovs? How did we miss those?" the captain puzzled.

The Osa sped towards the Kirovs, and loaded torpedoes.

"Surrender to the superior forces allied with Praetonia!" the captain bellowed through the radio.

Jem ran after the crazed Doomani with his pistol held high. This whole affair was really confusing, he had somehow stumbled into an invasion of some foreign land. In any other instance such as this, Jem would've ran away screaming but if he was stuck in a land of foreign psychos he might as well shoot some stuff. He fell into the column of Marines marching towards wherever and checked his pistol and the several mags stashed inside his gear.

The tanks didn't stop, so the 130mm guns started attacking the tanks and BMPs for real, using deadly force.

Unfortunately the Calverans seemed intent on fighting, as a group of Kirov class battlecruisers entered the area. Since the Cottish had already committed to the fight, the XO decided to walk the line all the way.

From amidships, the four Mk.55 Quad Launchers suddenly erupted into smoke and fire as the BBM.30B AMESM anti-shipping missiles the Rytji carried were fired from the launchers they had been installed in a mere two weeks prior, seaskimming at supersonic speeds directly for the missile compartments in the Kirovs. The 362 kilogram penetrating blast-fragmentation warhead each missile carried would be sure to wreak havoc after the AMESM missile slammed into the sides of the Kirovs at Mach 3.8.

Two AMESMs were fired per Kirov while the Rytji started to jam the enemy frequencies.

OOC: If there are more than eight Kirovs, then I'll target the eight nearest.

The 30mm guns on the Feanon turned towards the sky and the oncoming MiGs. They opened fire, spewing bullets upward.

The Kirovs were hit and began to sink, the Air raid was followed by a mass effect of 200 MiG-21 and 60 MiG-29 fighters, they scanned the area for prey, they found it. The F-25's thought probably superior were no match.

With the incoming MiGs, the Rytji got a chance to test its AAW suite too. Armed with one hundred and sixty BLM.33A Grizzly medium-range SAMs for short-range defense, the Rytji started firing missiles at the incoming enemy aircraft, with two missiles per MiG-29 to help the TFPians out. MANPADs teams were deployed along the deck to try to take on any near-flying enemy while the point defense systems were placed on the highest readiness.

On shore, Captain Ågessøn smiled at the Doomani and pulled out his pistol again, motioning for his men to follow him while calling out, "Come on lads! Let's show our Doomani friend here what we Cots are really made of!" in Cottish.

One of the sailors stopped fiddling with the standard-issue battleaxe he had brought along and unslinged his DR-83M again, following his Captain.

The tanks didn't stop, so the 130mm guns started attacking the tanks and BMPs for real, using deadly force.

Unfortunately the Calverans seemed intent on fighting, as a group of Kirov class battlecruisers entered the area. Since the Cottish had already committed to the fight, the XO decided to walk the line all the way.

From amidships, the four Mk.55 Quad Launchers suddenly erupted into smoke and fire as the BBM.30B AMESM anti-shipping missiles the Rytji carried were fired from the launchers they had been installed in a mere two weeks prior, seaskimming at supersonic speeds directly for the missile compartments in the Kirovs. The 362 kilogram penetrating blast-fragmentation warhead each missile carried would be sure to wreak havoc after the AMESM missile slammed into the sides of the Kirovs at Mach 3.8.

Two AMESMs were fired per Kirov while the Rytji started to jam the enemy frequencies.

OOC: If there are more than eight Kirovs, then I'll target the eight nearest.

OCC: LOL unfortuantly the Calaverians were intent on fighting AHAHAH!!!

The tanks and soldiers turned tail and began marching away.

In the skys the MiGs began to retreat back to the airbase, the sirens then stopped. People were acted like they did the day before, althought they were a bit curious at what just happend, it seemed so fast.

"Sir," One of the Cottish sailors on the cruiser said. "It looks like they're retreating."

"Very well. Continue the bombardment for now. Someone let the Captain know."

________________

On shore, Captain Ågessøn listened to the radioman for a few seconds before stating in a zealous voice, "The enemy is retreating! Now is our chance gentlemen!"

As Jem marched he watched the explosions and they made him realize that a pistol wouldn't be much use here. He stepped out of the column and ran towards the Cottish commander.

"Scuse me sir, but do you by any chance have a spare DR-83M?"

Ågessøn turned to face the man with a puzzled face. Surely he didn't just ask what he just did?

Apparently he did.

Holstering his pistol, Ågessøn looked at his radioman, who was weighted down by the heavy backpack radio and the DR-83M, then back at the foreigner.

"Well you're probably not a Calaveran, so I'm assuming you're one of the good guys. I'll let you borrow it on the condition that you return it when you're done with it." Ågessøn said before switching to Cottish. "Olessøn, lend this gentleman your rifle."

The radioman, a young conscript perhaps nineteen years old handed the rifle to the man with a pair of spare magazines.

"And please don't throw away the magazines either."

"Dei gracia, we have beaten them back!" proclaimed Bibulus, "We musn't stop now, we must press our advantage! We must push on to the capitol! Deus vult!"

Mounting a nearby steed that the Praetonians had randomly brought along, he trotted about the formation of troops before him,

"My brothers, you have fought bravely for me, but I am afraid I must ask you for further service..." he began soberly, "But I assure you, by the Grace of God, victory shall be ours, and I shall see to it that you are all rewarded amply for your service! Now, to battle!"

He drew his gladius, which until then had sat in its sheath, and waved it about violently, firing his pistol in the air and galloping along the road, assuming that everyone else was following him.

Women and children turned and looked strangely at these people from distant lands, who were they? Why were they here?, were just a few of many questions they asked themselves.

Jem thanked the Commander and then grabbed the rifle. He took off at a full sprint and began yelling wildly and shooting rounds from his pistol up towards the sky.

"FOR NARNIA!!!!!"

"Sir, can I shoot that idiot?" One petty officer asked the Captain, refering to the Aurumian they had lended a rifle to.

After a moment of seriously considering it, the Captain replied.

"No, it might set off an international incident. Let's just wait. Either he gets killed by the locals or by the others, or he'll give us back our rifle when he runs out of ammo. Now let's go. We've got to catch up with the Doomani madman."

"Yes sir."

With that, the Cottish sailors began running after the mounted Doomani.

Captain Ott Puskar saw how Calaveran forces retreated. Victory was his. The moment of glory had finally arrived. Those pathetic communists were fleeing from him. They could not stand against his wrath, the wrath of true Olmedrecan satanist. Also noble Praetonian sailors who had captured the local dictator, Doomani Centurio or whatever this guy called himself, Akimonadis from boat that was even smaller than his submarine, some Aurumian kid, and bloodthirsty Cottish vikings, were all here in united stand against marxist evil. It was the time to bring freedom and peace to those poor opressed people under the dark shadow of communism. He could feel music of freedom in his voice then he loudly shouted:

“I demand immediate unconditional surrender of North-Calaveras!”

Many people were confused, in a city of over 3 million such a small group was almost laughed at, people clapped thinking it was a performance.

(OOC: I hope there's nothing wrong with this post, otherwise I'll retcon it)

To revolt is a natural tendency of life. Even a worm turns against the foot that crushes it. In general, the vitality and relative dignity of an animal can be measured by the intensity of its instinct to revolt.

Away from the location where the battle raged on, at 860 kilometers per hour in a 14,000 meters altitude flight, an AT-42 GaviotaNegra (http://z4.invisionfree.com/NSDraftroom/index.php?showtopic=1976&view=findpost&p=2846872), Third Spanish States stealth BlackOps aircraft based on the Lockheed Martin's MACK (http://www.military-aerospace-technology.com/article.cfm?DocID=852) and on the SAX-40 (http://silentaircraft.org/sax40/), was about to cross North Calaveras Airspace in what was known among those with enough clearance as "Live training", as 4 4-man fireteams of Air Blackguards were awaiting for it to reach the designated waypoint in the middle of one of its less dense forests from where they would do an HALO paradrop at the same time several supplies for them would be airdropped at the same location as well. Their mission was only a reconaissance one, as they were to observe the movement patterns of all the forces there as part of a live analysis of tactics from other military forces, although there were other secondary objectives that only the team leaders knew about and would be disclosed later only if the events they witnessed made them applicable. Another reason for this operation was as a live test of the AT-42 stealth technology and its potential limitations, which relied on home developed highly specialized radar-absorbing thermoplastics and composites, not much different in basic principles of functionality to those of a B-2 Spirit, and also on its entirely non-metallic composite airframe and on its overall shape with planform alignment, besides the use of its passive rather than standard radar which was capturing several signatures from lower altitudes as it flew past the international airspace, which were not as well-defined as they would be if it was an AOA-42 or E-10 MC2A AEW&C aircraft instead, and the navigator could only have an overall idea of the size and nature of the forces below as those signatures reached its passive radar, but it was definitively an occupation coalition of forces of significant extent.

It would take them a couple of minutes to reach the waypont. This would be the first mission for them, also known as a "live training". They were dressed in flag-less uniforms with jungle camo and all their equipment had no national flag or military symbol at all. They were even equipped with scoped, non-scoped and attached with grenade launchers AK-107 ARs from an old stockpile of when the Confederacy did not have its own assault rifle instead of the standard 6.5mm FA-65 to avoid any hint or clue about their actual nationality should it not work as it was intended and also instead of using the standard light machinegun of the Confederacy their machinegunners were armed with RPK-74s (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/RPK-74) besides an assortment of Russian origin military equipment... and finally they all had cyanide pills ready like the Blackguards Intelligence field agents. Perhaps it was intended to be more than only a reconaissance mission or perhaps the MilNet was too paranoid about diplomatic ramifications of such apparently "innocent" operation of witnessing a war.

From: Communist Party of NC

We accept this offer, however, there has seemed to be an incident at one our ports. " the comms stoped one moment " It appears a explosion has just gone off"


North Calaverian Air raid sirens " http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fkpQHbjeN4w
sic:
Encrypted reply
From: Mondothian Defense Commission
Via: ESL-GS-986903
Encrypt: Public

Welcome to Mondothian protectorate status, unfortunately, our fleets were not in the area when this situation began and while the nearest task forces are moving at flank speed, they may be some time. We are immediately dispatching airborne forces that should begin arriving in the next several hours, if a large airstrip near the port can be provided, then we can deploy a mechanized infantry division within the next six hours.


Jumilla Military Airstrip
The Airfield would appear to the uninitiated to be highly chaotic, Military vehicles and uniformed soldiers were everywhere while Air Traffic Controllers and Loadmasters, unique from the other soldiers only by the bright orange and yellow berets and handheld RFID scanner/taggers shouted orders at the unruly mob over the roar of jumbo-jet engines, waving their scanners frantically both to emphasize their barely audible shouted directions and to scan personnel and equipment tags to ensure the right people and equipment boarded the right planes in the right order.
Meanwhile, more soldiers and equipment were arriving faster than the planes could take them away, pausing to refuel and accept additional equipment and briefings, the incoming mobs joined lines, jockeyed for position and frenetically switched places at the command of an orange or yellow hat.
The Chaos at the airstrip would last for hours, if not days, but the first elements of the 72nd Mechanized Infantry Division were long since in the air and would most likely be ready to touch down as soon as a suitable airstrip was secured.

Along the way, carrier groups and prepositional units were converging ont he air routes with aerial tankers and fighter escorts. Given the relatively low threat index of the immediate situation, Command had turned the deployment into an exercise in organizing a fast, large scale force deployment and a sizable fraction of Mondoth's military transportation and support units were commandeered for the operation