NationStates Jolt Archive

"Five, four, three, two, one." Said a voice in the Anchorman's earpiece. He smiled as the Newscast began.

"Hello people of Aissuria!" He began.
"This is the National Aissurian Newscast, bringing you Local, National, and International news!" He said and took a breath.

"Now to the Weather!" He said cheerfully. As the camera focused on the Weatherman, he sighed and took a drink from his water glass.

"Currently, it is 6:30 Aissurian Standard time and the temperature is a warm 91 Degrees Fahrenheit. It is a sunny, cloudless night. The Temperature is expected to lower to 50 degrees." The weatherman said.
"Back you you, Ed." He finished.

"Thank you. In downtown Aissuria the peaceful protests calling for the destruction of the Communist government has turned violent. This is a clear example of the common Communist nation. We must rejoice when the Goverment falls and a Monarchy is insituted! We must join in the Rio-"

All of a sudden, the sound of breaking glass resounds throught the station as the Aissurian Police break the glass. They then kicked the door in.

"Looks like the Government doesn't like what we are saying! Long live Aissur!" He says as Police can be seen charging in.

"We are sorry, but we are experincing Techinal Difficulties." Flashes on the screen. This can be seen on all of the News Channels throught the Nation.

In many of the major cities, rioters are battling it out with the Police. They are turning cars over, and lighting many fires. The First Aissurian National Guard Bridgade has been called into the captial, Aissuria.
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Rules:
1. No Godmoding.
2. Only be here if you aboslutely have a reason to be here.
3. IC only, OOC here (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=13563208#post13563208)
4. Please post your sidings in the OOC thread so I can have a heads up.
5. Please at least have a five liner reply or more. I understand if you just woke up, but one liners are bad.
6. No huge invasions unless otherwise aproved by me.
7. Please be active if you are going to participate.
8. Aissur does have many radar stations. You can't just come in and not expect to be painted by radar.
9. Let me make sure you undestand rule 1, 3, 4, and 6.
Black List.
None.

OOC: Can I RP a protestor or even if you allow it a very small, more of an annoyance really, rebel group in Assiur?

[OOC:You may RP as either one. Expect a tg detailing my plans.]

OOC: I'll RP as a protestor from my nation that is a monarchist..

IC:

Harry Brown was picking up a rock and as he threw it he shouted "Down with Communism, down with those pigs of Communism!" He roared, and he spat in the nearest policeman's face, and then with a roar, he jumped at the policeman..

"Arrggh.." The policeman said as he was hit. He drew out his Baton and stood posed. He swung at the protestor.

"Where is that damned backup!" He yelled. He took a step back and swung again.

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Open Message from the Avisronian Department of State

Violence such as that which is currently engulfing the state of Aissur stems from one thing only. Tyranny. If the government of Aissur were truly communist, these riots would not be taking place. Rather, it has come to be known to the Avisronian government that Aissur is controlled by a dictatorial and repressive fascist regime.

However, switching to a monarchy would be no better. It would merely be switching from one group of repressive rulers to another. That is not change. The change Aissur sorely needs is to a less authoritarian, more democratic form of government.

[END]

Off the Coast of Aissur

Several attack submarines dispatch small, cheap UAVs which broadcast radio messages into Aissurian cities, requesting any armed resistance groups to respond on the same frequency.

In Harold's left hand he held a Aisurrian Flag, but only instead of an eagle in the center of the sun was the hammer and sicle. The flag was burning from the corner and as he swung it back and forth from ontop of a flipped car sparks flew off. In his right hand was a big hammer, more of a hammer really, and a very dull sicle.

"DOWN WITH THE COMMIES!"

Harold cursed and screamed with the crowd. Even though he hadn't organized the protest he seemed to have been leading it. He gave inspirational speeches and if it wasn't for him the police would've been beating all of the people death instead of all the fighting.

"These bastards are using guns and batons upon us. But they use the wrong weapons! The two things I hold in my right hand are the weapons they truely should be using! The splatter words of freedom everywhere but we get jailed and fined, AND BEATEN, for anything."

He saw one man in a rage jump upon a police officer. They started to swarmed the toppled car and Harold took the hammer and bashed the nearest officers head. One officer jumped upon the car and Harold kicked him in the crotch and then hit his face with the hammer as the man fell off he threw the thorched flag to the ground and pointed at the Capitol Building.

"My friends was an artist and was jailed for it. Well I consider myself to be an artist, only the only paint color I have is red and it isn't paint, it is the blood of you bastard commies!"

As he finished up his screaming he threw the sicle into the crowd of officers.

[OOC: I would join in with several million policemen...:p]

[OOC:Like the ones used agasin't Dashie? :)]

"Yes, is anyone there!?!?" The citizen said over the radio. He sounded scared. His group was mainly made up by his highschool Soccer team. They were mainly armed with pistols and a shotgun or two.
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The Policemen began to run away, but then, a line of Riot Police spreading from one side to the other was formed. It was 5 ranks deep. A van wielding a Watercannon pulled up and began blasting at the Rioters.

"Drop to the ground now, and you will not be hurt! Please! Drop to the ground now!" Said a man into his Megaphone. The Rioters got ready to advance. They launched tear gas downrange.
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"Sir, we have something on the sonar." A man said onboard an Aissurian Submarine. The Submarine was participating in a pratice run.

"What is it?" The officer replied as he walked over.

"It seems like a number of Submarines." He said to the officer.

"Ah, those must be the other participants." He said as he walked off.

OOC: Who is that?

"Yes, is anyone there!?!?" The citizen said over the radio. He sounded scared. His group was mainly made up by his highschool Soccer team. They were mainly armed with pistols and a shotgun or two.

AVS Lincoln, Off the coast of Aissur

Deep within the stomach of the Avisronian attack submarine, a radio crackled. I really wished the revolutionaries of the world would upgrade to email, the communications expert who had been startled out of his light slumber thought himself in a rather groggy manner.

"Okay lad, we're here to help. Do you know of any large groups of people willing to take up arms against the government?"

That was when it began. Harold and his group had been planning it for over a month. They wanted to wait until a massive riot broke out and then they would attack.

Harold jumped down off the car and onto a past out officer. The fire of the flaf still roared, even while it layed on the cold, wet pavement. People around him rushed and screamed, running in all sorts of directions. Harold pulled out the Colt M1911 out of his jacket and fired three rounds into the air, making the mass confusion even worse. His team then jumped up. They had raided a gunstore a while back and it was time to put them in action.

As a small line of fire was made he fired at the line of officers. Angus Rike jumped from his place, behind a car, and let out six rounds of his Colt. His partner, Ray Landers, let out a massive rounds from his outdated shotgun. Derric Handler, also part of the Democractic Group, shot three rounds of his Colt and then picked up the burning flag and flung it like a javolin at the line of guards.

Jerry Price hid amongst a group of toppled and parked cars and handed out ammo and pistols to other DG soldiers. Only a very small group of them had come to fight and the group wasn't much bigger than that of the one at the fight. Jerry was throwing a bullet clip to his friend David Sue when his radio cracked out, "Okay lad, we're here to help. Do you know of any large groups of people willing to take up arms against the government?"

Jerry had his hand on it in seconds and answered.

"Hello? Who the hell are you?"

"Shit!" A Policeman yelled as he was hit by two rounds. He staggered back.

"This is Riotpolice group B, they opened fire on us, orders?" He said on the radio.

"This is getting out of hand..." The chief said to himself. He thought for a bit.

"Unit B, open fire, I repeat, use of Letal Force has been autorized." The dispatcher replied.

The Riot police broke line and the Watercannon stopped firing. It drove away. Three vans skidded to a halt and Aissurian Swat jumped out. They aimed their AY-143s down at Rioters.

"Fire!" The officer yelled. The Swat opened fire, some fired in controlled bursts, while others fired on fully automatic. A Policeman fell to the ground and vomitted.
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"No I don't!" He said.

"Bu.." He started, just then, multiple gunshots were heard and the rest of the transmission was cut off by static.

Through NOP military channels the HOB had gained permission and clearance to conduct arial surveillance of Aissur and Aissuria. A primary wave of two Northrop F-5's were sent over Aissuria with underside mounted cameras relaying group footage back to regional NOP bases.

After the first fly by five Eurocopter Super Puma's were sent in at 6,500 meters. There mission was to monitor strategic locations within the city and relay intelligence back to the Aissurian military and regional NOP bases.

Once surveillance of Aissuria was established additional waves of Northrop F-5's were dispatched to monitor Aissur's wilderness and borders. Three, higher flying, C-130's were also deployed with larger more sophisticated imaging devices.

[OOC: tg or tell me on the NOP boards if you want them to observe anything in particular]

"Sir. Rioting in Soviet Aissur."

"Send in, erm, the 15,000th division of the SMPF, was it?"

"No sir, 14,682nd division."

"Just send in 2 million of them."

"Right, sir."

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Stoklomolvi Secretariat of State
7656 Hegemony Drive, Administrative Compound, Office Complex 7C, Hallway 52L, Room 89
Vladistov, Stoklomolvi

Encryption Level 5, Maximum Encryption
To: Soviet Aissur
Subject: Rioting

Stoklomolvi is most concerned with your situation. Hence, we shall be sending police forces to serve as peacekeepers. Two million are en route.

Regards,
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Grigor Aleksandrovich Stuyonovich
Civilian Management
Minister of Foreign Affairs
Acting Leader

Angus was the first to fall. He was a young, ambitous, foolish kid who died from being to cocky. He hit at least one guy so he was fine with him self, even as his life was sucked out the giant gaping holes that the Aissurian SWAT's AY-143s left.

Derric, who liked throwing things much more then firing them, threw rocks and dropped items at the SWAT, that was until he took a bullet to the left leg. He fell and dragged himself behind a car to get out of the crossfire. Three more Democractic Group Agents fell and never got back up but they still had some hope.

Hans Patrelio, Peter Rice, Adam Coselak, and Vincent Porphin were the lucky four armed with AK-47 Assualy Rifles. In the armory tehy raided they were only able to pick up four assualt rifles, the rest were grenades, shotguns, and pistols, massive loads of pistols. Jerry Price dropped his radio, this was more important. He had Greg Yerri pulled his old beat up Ford up. Hans, Peter, and Adam jumped in and Vincent covered them. they all aimed their AK-47s and then Greg went full speed towards the guards, plowing down anythingt in his way. He wasn't letting up on the speed as he drove towards them. The three in the back shot their Ak-47s blindly at the guards while Vincent, who was with Jerry, aimed and fired continously.

"Arrggh.." The policeman said as he was hit. He drew out his Baton and stood posed. He swung at the protestor.

"Where is that damned backup!" He yelled. He took a step back and swung again.

Harry dodged the baton, having been in the Army for 6 years, before getting out, and he was a black belt in Ji-Jitsu, and Kung Fu. Harry dodged yet again, and went under the policemen's swings, and he did a right upper cut under the chin of the policeman, and followed up with a right hook. He roared "For Monarchies everywhere!"

He then realized he had a 1873 New Frontier .45 Long Colt pistol on him, and it was loaded, so as he backed out of reach of the next baton swing, he fired at the man's chin, and as he ran amongst the crowd looking for shelter, and trading shots, he prayed that the man would be taken down.

Planes from the URPY clandestinely flew low and fast over the terrain towards Aissuria. The rebels, who had been given beacons, should have lit them up by now, allowing the planes to drop their cargo and get out of the area before anyone could find them, but at this point anything was possible.

OOC: What tech level is aissuria?

The two HOB Northrop F-5's that had made the initial fly by of Aissuria radioed into NOP command,

"This is Hammer, Overlord, Baron, Steal, Victor, One. We have visual on a large congregation of individuals to the south east of Aissuria. Cannot get an accurate count at this altitude please advise."

The reply came in from the NOP command, "Confirmed HOB-Surveillance-One. Bring the birds home, we will deploy choppers to the area. Over and Out."

With that the two Northrop F-5's veered off their flight path and headed for refueling.

20 minutes later a Eurocopter Super Puma hovered at a respectful distance from the mob. The copilot had radioed in that there were approximately one thousand armed routers. Armament consisted mostly of small arms. The mob had a few civilian vehicles, which did not appear to be armed or armored. The mob seemed to lack organization but was heading at a moderate pace towards Aissuria.

The chopper pilot kept the Puma at 6,000 meters giving himself a ceiling to climb to if the crowd should have RPG's and continued to monitor the crowd.

The Empire of Talmetros deplores the violence in Aissur and hopes for a peaceful reslove. we are willing to spend 200,000,000 arguss for the peacekeeping force being sent

Anselmian Prime Minister Jacques Delacroix looked over the intelligence briefing with interest. Across the desk, the new Ministers of Defense and Foreign Affairs sat in silence, wondering what Delacroix's reaction would be. After the head of government reached the last page, he placed the folder on the desk and looked up.

"The instability of the communist government in Aissur is excellent news. What options do we have? John, give me the diplomatic choices."

John Haglund, Minister of Foreign Affairs, cleared his throat and began to speak. "Well. Obviously, the fall of this government would be a blow to the regional power of the NOP, even if Aissur is one of its weaker states. If we choose to take a non-military route, we can establish contact with one or more anti-government groups in-country and supply them with money, food, weapons, whatever they need to push through the revolution. That's really about it without boots on the ground."

Delacroix nodded. "Very well. And you, Robert?"

Robert Anscombe, the new Minister of Defence, bent down and removed a folder from his briefcase on the floor next to his chair. "After extensive consultation among the Services, we've come up with this plan for unconventional warfare against Aissurian government forces using Special Operations troops, codename Operation BLACKBOARD." He passed the folder across the desk to Delacroix, then continued. "The plan calls for insertion of one detachment of Imperial Guard via HALO just outside Aissuria, the capital. Once they're on the ground, their objective is to make contact with native anti-government groups and aid them in overthrowing the government. After we've firmed up logistics, we can begin covertly supplying the rebels, in addition to deploying further IG detachments if necessary. Aissur's NOP allies will be interfering heavily on the government's behalf, so its in our best interests if our troops avoid direct contact with Aissurian or any other NOP soldiers and simply remain in an advisory capacity."

Delacroix finished reading the operation summary and smiled thinly.

"I like it. Make it so."

Taking the sign that the meeting was over, the two Ministers stood up and left the room.
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The Anselmian Air Force MC-130 was at 30,000 feet over Aissuria when the rear ramp dropped. A group of black-clad men hovered near the edge, waiting for the red light next to the door to turn green. It finally did. Without hesitation, each man hurled himself out of the aircraft and into the void beyond. Its cargo deployed, the Hercules performed a lazy 180-degree turn and headed for home.

snip.

OOC: I really think you out to at least let Aissur RP AA defence. Me or boothby wouldn't have a problem since we are NOP, but any other plane would obviously be spotted by radar and intercepted, just as in real life.

HOB radar and communications personnel continued to monitor the information that was coming in from all over Aissur. Communications Lt. Johanas sat at his console and was the primary liaison with the C-130 HOB-SV-13. SV-13 was currently taking arial photos 15 miles west of Aissuria.

Johanas's radio crackled as a report came in, "NOP-GB-1 this is Hammer, Overlord, Baron, Steal, Victor, One, Three. We just got a visual on another Hercules about 5 clicks south, south west of our position heading west towards the Mediterranean. We didn't know there were other aircraft in the area, please advise."

Johanas snapped his fingers getting the radar man's attention and put his radio on speaker. The radar man shrugged his shoulders. Johanas responded to the C-130, "Copy that HOB-SV-13 this is NOP-GB-1. We don't have anything in your area on radar, what altitude was the craft at?"

"HOB-GB-1, unidentified aircraft was at approximately 3,000 feet, please advise on course of action."

Johanas's supervisor had come over and had gotten on the radio, "HOB-SV-13 continue on scheduled course, we are dispatching 5 Northorp F-5's to your position and they will continue pursuit of unidentified craft."

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5 Northorp F-5's of HOB-SV-8 blazed over Aissuria at 36,000 ft. heading west towards the Mediterranean. They had orders to visually locate an unidentified C-130 Hercules with last know altitude 3,000 ft.

OOC: It's beyond me how you would make visual contact with a Hercules flying 30,000 feet up in the middle of the night. And no one seems to be RPing painting my plane with radar.

OOC: Sorry for the double post, but Aissuria is also out of range of F-5's launched from the HOB. How did they come to be there?

OOC: Sorry for the double post, but Aissuria is also out of range of F-5's launched from the HOB. How did they come to be there?

[ooc: all NOP nations have NOP military bases, they are launching from the Aissur NOP base. Also, I didn't know you were HALOing at night, but maybe I just missed it somewhere?]

[OOC:That is because I was sleeping and at school. Also because I had given permission to HOB prior to his post. Also, which direction is that plane heading? OOC Thread. (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=13563208#post13563208)]
IC:
The screen began to beep as the lone Cargo plane was picked up. The Man looked at the screen and quickly glanced at the Authorized or planned flights. The Cargo Plane did not show up, nor was there any flgihts in the area.

"This is Radar station 6 to Airfield A, lone Cargo Plane picked up, suggest immediate scrambling of Jets." He said into the Radio. He looked at the Screen again.

"This is Airfield A, how far is the Plane from the border?" The Control Tower asked.

"Seems to be Ten miles. Sending Coordinates now." He responded.

"Roger that, Coordinates recived, re-routing Jets now." The Control Tower said.

Two SU-37s turned 90 Degrees and sped up. By this flight, they would be right on the tail of the Cargo Plane.

"This is Airfield A, we require permission to exit the Border and give chase, possible deployment of Troops." He said. He knew he had waited to long to send the coordinates to the NOP base. The troops, if any, would probably be gone by the time anyone arrived.

"Roger that, relaying message for Permission. Is the target going to aproach the water access?" He replied.
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The Man at the NOP base began to sweat. He sent a Message to Stoklomolvi granting them permission to land at the base if they would arrive by Air. He also sent the coordinates to the First Aissurian National Guard.
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The Men climbed aboard BMP-3s. The T-90s were reloaded and started. They would regain the City and stop the useless protests. In the Air, Hinds were flying towards the mass of protesters outside the City.

OOC: Oh, my bad. I forgot the word "dark" in front of "void." Yeah they're going in at night. I guess it never really occurred to me that they would go in during the day.

"Sabre Lead, this is Chariot. We have just departed the airspace. Where are you guys?" The Hercules pilot waited for a response from the two carrier-borne fighters who were supposed to escort him home.

"Chariot, Sabre Lead. Look outside."

An F-18E appeared outside the pilot's side window, flashed its navigation lights irregularly, and pulled away.

"We've got four of us here. That should be enough to deter them from engaging. No one wants a full out war."

The five HOB-SV-8 Northorp F-5's had crossed over Aissuria and headed west. They were soon out over the Mediterranean and quickly approaching the end of Aissur airspace.

The squadron leader radioed in to Aissur Air Traffic Control, "This is HOB-SV-8 team leader... approaching bounds of NOP airspace... no visual or radar sightings of aircraft... please advise"

The squadron continued on awaiting a response from Aissur.

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Back in Aissuria the Puma's had gotten word over the NOP communication channels that a possible enemy deployment had taken place. One of the Pumas was left to monitor the mob approaching the city as the others started to search the city's outskirts with spotlights for other activity.

The Aissurian Secretary of State folded and unfolded his hands. He was thinking of what to do. He was a secret anti-communist. He knew he should leave and lead the Protests, but years working here made him soft.

He decided what to do. He turned his Computer on and navigated to the Aissurian National Bank. He transfered all of his funds to sepereate bank accounts. He wired one million dollars to the Rebels.

He collected his stuff and put it in his briefcase. He exited the building and got into his vehicle and sped off. He exited the City limits and headed towards his Summer house. He would have to move quickly, as the Aissurian Police probably already noticed.
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"This is Air Control, sugest returning to previous location. Do not leave Aissurian air space." The man said. All of a sudden, a rocket from a RPG hit a MIG-29 that was about to take off. It exploded into a brilliant explosion. Alarms sounded. No other attacks happened.
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Open Message to all Nations that have an Embassy in Aissur:

Due to the recent uprising, we suggest to all Embassies and the staff to make their way to the Aissurian National Airport. The Protestors have not yet made it to the Embassies, but they are nearing it. A National Guard unit is currently waiting at the Embassies to evacuate. Please leave with haste.

At the HOB embassy in Aissuria, Wilhelm Sloklov pulled the drawers from his desk. He rifled through them pulled out several documents and throwing others into a large pile in the fire place.

There was a rap on the door and the chief of security stuck his head into the room, "Mr. Sloklov, we need to get moving now, the Aissurian National Guard is waiting, but they cannot wait forever."

Wilhelm nodded and crossed to a bookshelf uncorked a bottle of bourbon. He headed back to the fireplace and empties it onto the papers. The chief of security pulled a lighter from his pocket and offered it to Wilhelm.

Once the papers were lit he gathered the files he had set aside and exited the embassy with his security detail.

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The 5 Northrop F-5s received the order from Air Traffic Control and banked back towards the coast.

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Back in Aissuria the Puma choppers were ordered to higher altitudes after reports of rebels with RPG's had come in over the NOP Intel. Channel.

Volzgradien Head of Defense; Vladimir Sokolov, examined the filed reports on his desk carefully.

"Hmm... this would be a good way to get back at those damn commies" he said to himself as he finished the report.

The click of the door signaled the arrival of his friend and supporter; Pavel Skrowonski.

"Greetings old friend, I haven't seen you in years" he shouted happily as he approached him.

The two men shook hands and then proceeded to sit down.

"Tell me Sokolov, why did you call me?

"Are you still in command of the 71st Pathfinders."

"Yes, is this a military operation?"

"You got it, we want you and your men to HALO into a country named Soviet Aissur and help the local rebel groups topple the Communist Regime."

"Ah, you never change do you? You still have that grudge."

"So what's your choice; yes or no?

"Of course, communism killed my wife and child during the revolution, I'm not about to let these guys do the same"

"Good to hear it, get your men ready and head to the St.Adriansburg airport, you'll be briefed there."

St.Adriansburg Airport
0800 hours

The roar of jet engines signaled the beginning of Operation: RED FALL. Lieutenant Korvan checked his parachute and equipment as he made his way to the DB-85 transport plane. He had just graduated from the Korvograd Officer Academy and he was anxious for his first mission. This would be his chance to prove himself the the Colonel.

The inside of the DB-85 was cramped and dark, the only illumination being a few red lights over head. Beside him were his two good friends; Vladimir Voykov and Marek Rachinski. He had trained for this moment since he was 18 yet he still felt pangs of nervousness in his gut. His jump equipment felt heavy, and his dark brown hair began to shine with sweat.

"Jump site ETA 60 minutes" the radio crackled as he took a deep breath. His face became even more white then his usual semi-albino look as he contemplated the objective. "Alright, everyone listen up" shouted the Colonel as he sat up from his seat. The bright red lights gave him an almost sinister look as he began to speak. "You boys will love this mission, 'cuz now we get to get revenge on some commies!" Skrownski shouted excitedly. Volzgrad had recently been liberated from Communism by the Korvograd Liberation Front, a hardcore right wing faction.

He and his men were the best of the best in the Volzgradien military. Every single pathfinder was equipped with a crosscam on their left eye so that they could be well coordinated even in the event of an emergency. Colonel Skrowonski was the last to flip down his crosscom and read the briefing that scrolled down the minuscule screen. As General Kovalov finished his speech and the national anthem came to a close, Skrowonski stood up and opened the jump door. "ETA 5 minutes" he screamed as heavy winds rushed into the plane.

Beneath them lay the troubled land of Aissur, now the communists would have another problem on their hands. Lieutenant Rachinski stood up and began to speak. "Alright, everyone remember the mission objectives, we're hear to help sabotage government installations to help the local rebels, only engage enemy forces if cleared to do so" he shouted over the roaring wind. Moments later, the green light flickered to light and the Volzgradien pathfinders jumped into the dark night.

[OOC:This RP is now closed to everyone ouside Europa Atlantica.]

The Rebels activated the beacons and waited for the shipment. They were scared the Communist pigs would find them.
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The Secretary of State arrived at the Armoury. He unlocked the doors and got a Radio out. He began to broadcast,
"Rebels, we have an Amoury here. Come and get some weapons and ammo." He then got back into his car and drove off.

IC:

Harry found a place to hide, an abandoned apartment just outside of town. He ran inside, and locked the door, and placed a chair next to the door. He then looked around, and he holstered his 1873 Peacemaker. He saw that there was windows, but he decided to pull down the shades.

He then set about to look for a radio to communicate with the other rebels that had gone into hiding like him, so they could organize an army to take back control from the government..

Harry went down into the basement, and closed the door shut. As he descended, he saw a lone radio on a table, and he unholstered his Peacemaker and quietly said "Is anybody there? I'm a friend to the cause, if you wish to know whom I am.."

The three Rebels cut the Power leading to the Headquaters of the United Aissurian Military Systems. Imdeiatly all of the Security and lights went out. Noone was inside. The Rebel leader picked the lock.

"Nice idea Jeoff. You think they would have a back up generator." The Rebel laughed.

"They do, I use to work here so I demolished it. This represents the all of the Corruption in this country. They pay out bribes to high ranking officials, in return they don't pay a single Ruble in taxes. While other hard working small companies pay nearly all their earnings in taxes." They walked down the hallway and entered into a large office. Jeoff sat down at the computer. He typed in a username and password. It was accepted.

"Another benifit from working here. I just happen to be the Admin here." He hit a button and all logs of sales were deleted. He then deleted the back-up files. He then deleted all files on the mainframe. He then turned the system down. When the system attempted to reboot, it failed.

Jeoff laughed and the Rebels procceded to the basement. The support columns were easily noticable. They attached the explosives they got from the Amoury to the Columns. They then exited the building. When they were at a safe distance, Jeoff hit the button. The charges exploded and the building collasped into a wave of dust.

"Now for the next target." Jeoff said as they walked towards the plant. Jeoff was largely accepted as the leader of the Rebels in this area.
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"Yes, this is Gergoie, I am currently leading a group of 53 armed Rebels. We just raided an Armoury with another group lead by Jeoff. That group is over 200 strong. Who is this?" The Rebel leader said over the radio.
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The Aissurian National Guard has betrayed Aissur! When they arrived at the large group they did not fire upon them, instead, they mingled with them. They were also sean handing out weapons and gear. The First through Fith Infrantry Brigades, along with the Tenth through Thritenth Armor Brigades are currently setting up in positions around Aissuria. All communications from Aissuria has stopped.
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"We are sorry," Said the soldier to the group of ambassadors,

"But you may not leave, instead you will be held here until the Communist government falls. Don't worry, you will be taken care off." He finished. The Ambassadors were marched to the nearby Embassy bunker. The National Guard did not want to see the Embassies harmed, therefore they posted several guards around them.

In the city, the soldiers made sure several vital structures were not harmed. They did not want Aissur to start off like a third world country.

"What's the progress?"

"We've begun our long march into Aissurian territory."

"What of the supply caravans?"

"What about them?"

"Where are they?"

"Mixed in with the troops, sir."

"Good. Good. Keep them moving."

"Right, sir."

800,000 of the 2,000,000 strong SMPF detachment was already in the northern mountainous area of Soviet Aissur, and were going to march southwards to the capital to squash monarchist rebels. Surprisingly, the Soviet government in place did little or nothing to stop the rebels.

Wilhelm Sloklov, the HOB ambassador to Aissur looked mortified as he realized that the National Guardsmen were turncoats. He glanced at his security detail but saw that they were lowering their weapons, being out numbered.

Sloklov yammered to the Guardsmen, "This is highly irregular! You cannot hold a diplomatic envoy, we do not represent Aissur and are protected under the New Oslo Pact and under Aissur diplomatic treaties. I demand that you act in a civil manor and conduct yourself under the international and intraregional agreements with regards to diplomatic envoys. Deliver me to the nearest NOP base or nation at once!"

The HOB Chief of Security gave Sloklov a look that did not appear to lend much confidence.

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At the regional NOP base news had yet to come in of the departure of the HOB ambassador. The HOB supervisor was growing anxious with the lack of news. He ordered his communications personnel to contact all available NOP troops in Aissuria to send intelligence on the conditions at the airport and the whereabouts of the Aissurian National Guard and the international ambassadors.

The An-12 transports were aging beasts, nearly ready to be retired. As soon as the radio beacons given to the rebel forces went active, the Yanitarian planes shifted 12 degrees north, and flew 30 km before dropping the cargo out of the back of the plane.

After the cargo was safely clear, twenty LEP soldiers also jumped out from the three planes. The cargo and soldiers landed about .8km north of the radio beacons, with only one container cracking open.

From the large gash in the container, one could clearly see the AY-1M rifles tucked inside.

"Team Alpha here at North End, other teams in position?" Said the SpecOps soldier over his radio.

"Bravo here, roger." Came a reply.

"Charlie here, ready to go." Said the other team.

"Delta here, where's the bear?" A laugh followed the sentence.

"It'd be piss warm." Said Charlie-3.

"Sniper team here, roger on that." Said the last team.


"Alright cut the chatter. Just as we planned. Quick and clean." Said Alpha lead over the radio. They were right outside the bunker. They were using a transport helicopter that was used by the National Guard. Easy to get into the city.

The teams attached breaching charges to the doors. The Sniper team silently killed the Rooftop guards.

Alpha lead silently counted down. He hit the button and the charge exploded. The two guards at the door was instanly killed.
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"What a crappy job. Nothing happens here. We just sit around-" An explosion cut his sentence short. The door behind him exploded off it's hinges and he was sprayed with shrapnel from the door. He fell over forwards. Five SpecOps ran inside the bunker. They quickly cleared the room. This happened at 3 diffrent rooms.

Alpha-2 opened a door leading to the central area and threw a flashbang in. He then closed the door. A blinding light engulfed the room. They then opened the door and stormed trough. They shot the Guards surronded the Ambassadors.

The Guard by Wilhelm Sloklov was hit five times, four in the stomach and another in the Head. The SpecOps lifted the Ambassadors up.

"Lets go. Chopper 1, we are heading to the roof." Said Beta-1.

"Roger that, eta 5 minutes." Came the reply.

"This is Delta, bunker secured. Move quickly." Said Delta-1.

The ambassadors were lead onto the roof as the Helicopter touched down. They loaded up and took off. Soon, they were outside the city. A few minutes later, they landed at the NOP base. Soon, all of the Communications people were sending messages to Nations.
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"Thank you for the support!" Said a Rebel. He was carrying an outdated Shotgun. He opened the container and whistled. He took a weapon and aimed down the sights.

Once Sloklov had been delivered to the NOP base arrangements were for his transport back to the HOB.

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Communications were coming in from all over Aissur and Aissuria in particular. The rebels were everywhere and it seemed that most of the National Guardsmen had merged with them.

The rebels were well armed and had obviously breached the armory or had caches elsewhere.

The HOB supervisors sent a message to the Aissurian military requesting advisement, how would the government like the HOB forces to proceed?

IC:

Harry whispered into the radio on a frequency he knew to be secure "Tigers, this is Wildcat, I need support over, at the old farm..." He had whispered this codename to a few of the surviving protestors he had ran away with, but then he had lost them.

Harry thought he heard a knock on the door, and he said loudly "Who is it, friend or foe?" He had his hand on the butt of his Peacemaker, ready to kill if it was a policeman.

The Leader of Aissur sighed. He knew the Rebels would win. It was not if, but when. He was just glad the rescue mission was a success with no SpecOps or Ambassadors killed. He was riding in the middle Limo with three SUVs in front and three in back. Suddenly, a RPG round hit the front SUV, it exploded into flames. The second one plowed staright through it and then turned sharply, too sharply in fact, for it rolled over. Another Rocket hit the end SUV. This all happened in three seconds.

An armor piecring bullet hit the driver of the limo and he slumped over. The limo came to a halt as the driver's foot hit the brake. An Aissurian soldier quickly ran to the Limo but was cut down by bullets. The other two SUVs stopped and the soldiers piled out, with the stolen HMGY-147s, the Aissurian Rebels cut them down with ease.

The leader bent over in his seat. He was hoping this Limo would not be his coffin. A Rebel came over and opened the door.

"It's your lucky day, we're not allowd to kill you. I would rather kill you, your Soldiers came and took my son away on his 14th birthday. I swore revenge on the Government. I am glad I got my chance." The rebel said. He pulled the leader out and threw him to the ground, roughly.

"Now now, is that anyway to treat the leader?" Asked Jeoff. He came over and stood over him.

"I am sorry, but he doesn't like you. Let me help you up." Said Jeoff. He helped Jeremi up. He put him in the APC. Four Men surronded him. They APC drove away from the Carnage. Hoever, one APC stood behind, it had a Red Cross on it.

Medics were helping the wounded Aissurian soldiers. They were then loaded up and taken to the nearby Rebel base.
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"Friend! We have captured the Aissurian Leader! Just letting everyone know!" Said a Rebel he then continued walking. He was knocking on all Buildings.

Binarian Strategic Intelligence Command, Binaria City, Binaria

A short, fat man walked down a hall towards the main breifing room. "Sir, please show your ID and look into this." The guard gestered to a retina scanner. Frank Connor placed his eyes up to the scanner. The line went across his eyes. The guard looked back up from the screen at his desk. "Your clear. The Committee is waiting." Frank looked at his watch scowling. "I know. There was an accident, traffic was back up for miles." Connor walked into the central briefing room.

As Frank looked up toward the pannel in front of him, he saw General George Mitchel, Marine Major General Don Anderson, Air Force General Jack Simpson, and Admiral Harold Davis. "I'm sorry I'm late. Some foriegner hit a road sign, knocked it down, blocking all but one lane." General Mitchel looked up. "I heard about that. Any fatalities?" Frank sat down, setting his breif case on the table. "None that I know of Sir." Admiral Davis coughed. "Lets get this over with. You may start now Agent Connor."

Picking up five copies of the same sheet, he stood up and walked towards General Anderson. After handing the packets out to the ranking officers, he stood at the podium in front of the pannel. "Sirs, right now the best chance for striking a crippling blow to the New Olso Pact. Rebels in Aissur are in the process of overthrowing the commie scum that have ruled them. However, the Stoklomolvians don't like this idea, and Stoklomolvian 'Police Forces' are pouring into Aissur. Some estimates put their numbers at atleast two-million. As you know, deployments of this size with any speed are most likely hectic and not very well thought out. Mass confusion is likely in areas that they are deployed in. This gives us a perfect chance to strike." Frank picked up a thermos of coffee and took a deep swig. He continued, "If we hit them now, with as much as we can bear, we can drive them out of Aissur, and gain a foothold in Stoklomolvi before peace talks begin."

Admiral Davis raised his eyebrows. "How in the hell are we supposed to defeat as many as two million hostile soldiers with out taking massive losses and deploying an even larger number of combatants?" Connor directed his attention on the Admiral. "What is the one thing that has detered every large occupation force in the last two-hundred and fifty years? A well armed populace. We take large amounts ammo for the M-Twelves and along with the rifles and hand them out. That should increase enemy losses to the point that they give up and pull out or are in a such a state that they have no unit cohension left, making them easy targets for our units." General Simpson got up and said " Your dismissed. You'll be called back in a few minutes to see if we follow your plan of action." Agent Connor packed up his things and grabbed his coffee and left.

OOC: I'll continue from here

A political commissar and a field commissar met in the command bunker in a Stoklomolvi mountain.

"Sir, no signs of the enemy. 12,592nd Division has gained a foothold in an Aissurian village, while the 11,204th Division has began assaults on an Aissurian village directly south of the border."

"And of Divisions 12,593, 12,594, 12,595, and 11,205?"

"Moving in, sir. We should have two million men in Soviet Aissur by next week. Another seven million are getting ready to deploy."

"What of the security of the people in the region?"

"The Stoklomolvi Imperial Guard have moved in to serve as police forces."

"Why didn't we use them to support the Soviets in Aissur?"

"Well, they're too important. Brainwashed police are much better and also more expendable."

"True. Let's keep them moving. How many divisions total in Soviet Aissur?"

"Around 250 or so. Over 15,000 total divisions in Stoklomolvi; most are policing the people."

"Well, that's blatantly obvious. Do you have an operation map?"

"Yes sir. Red blocks are our troop formations. Obviously we cannot represent two hundred and fifty divisions, so we just used blocks to represent large groups. They are quite organised, I must add."

"Yes, yes."

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The political commissar thought for a moment. The field commissar spoke.

"The rebels will be very hard to defeat. Just look at the capitalist defeat in the southern jungles. They carpet bombed the enemy and did everything they could, but the enemy was too skilled at guerilla fighting."

"That is why we get our OWN infantry skilled with guerilla fighting."

"What?! Are you suggesting that we ambush rebels in their own territory?"

"No, not that you fool. We plant some moles in- oh stop that. Not the animal, the espionage mole. We convert some of the loyal people to our cause, and we toss out the monarchists."

"What about Binaria?"

"What about them?"

"What if they try to intervene?"

"Well, we nuke them!"

"Really?"

"No, not really. They wouldn't dare face a 150 million man strong force, regardless of how spread out it is."

"True."

"Keep the men moving!"

"Yes, sir!"

The field commissar ran off. The political commissar sighed. This war would last, undoubtedly, for many weeks, or months, or even years. He just hoped that they would not be defeated like the capitalist scum were in the Jungles of Central Indochina.

"What about Binaria?"

"What about them?"

"What if they try to intervene?"

"Well, we nuke them!"

"Really?"

"No, not really. They wouldn't dare face a 150 million man strong force, regardless of how spread out it is."

"Yes, sir!"


OOC: How dare you say what I would or would not dare to do.

With that many men in such a small area, all you've done is allowed me to use this (http://z4.invisionfree.com/NSDraftroom/index.php?showtopic=2686). I have 50,000 of the HE, 10,000 of the frag variant, and 2,000 of the only aircraft that can carry them. Combine that with a stratgey I cooked up in 5 minutes that is both lulz and epic win, Victory is within grasp and I haven't even started.*

*pointless dick waving hoping you'll back down

(IC post coming)

[OOC: :p

I bite my thumb at thee!]

OOC: Guys, quite the pointless dick waving. Aissuria is going to declare the war over in a bit anyways.

[OOC: :p

I bite my thumb at thee!]

OOC: LOL. When we read Romeo and Juleit this year, I was the guy that had that said too me.

OOC: Guys, quite the pointless dick waving. Aissuria is going to declare the war over in a bit anyways.

OOC: It was a joke. Over already? SO I don't get to show Stoki why OMG massive troop deployments are epic pail?

[OOC: Bucket >> Pail .]

Edit: nvm, seem to be getting on fine. Forget I said anything.

[OOC: Bucket >> Pail .]

OOC:The Tomato Tomato expression is really hard to use on the internet. Thats suppose to say phail.

IC:

10 minutes later...

Agent Connor walked back into the room hoping that the pannel would take his advisement and attack. As he reached the podium General Mitchel spoke, "Connor, we belive that it can be done. However, we cannot deploy the force you wanted. We will be sending four carrier battlegroups, transporting the Third and Fourth Armies, two Marine Divisions, and one Air Cav division. If this turns out to be a fuck up, it'll be your head on a pike, not ours. Do you understand?" Connor threw silent prayer to Binar, and replied "Aye, sir."

Mediterranean Sea, 1200 Kilometers from Aissuria
OOC: I'll edit this in tomorrow

Naval Forces I'm sending:

4x General Gates Class Fleet Carrier
12x Longarm class Arsenal ship
16x Type 32 AAW Destroyer
16xType 31 ASW Destroyer
16xType 29 Class General Purpose Destroyer
16x Type 27 Class AA Frigate
16x Admiral Andarsen Class Heavy Cruiser
16x General Hansen Class Helicopter Assualt Ship
8x Battle Class Escort Carrier
16x Halcyon class Attack Submarine
Total: 136 Ships

[OOC: Not really, just write it as Tomaeto and Tomawto :p ]

OOC: Aissur's going to be wicked pissed when he finds all of this...

[ooc: Binaria, what sort of timeline is your fleet on? Position = 1,200km out, so around the boot of Italy? Is the fleet coming from Binaria or do you have some naval bases in the Med.?]

OOC: Anslemus doesn't condone this stupid unilateral action by Binaria, so he better not even think of being anywhere near my territorial waters.

OOC: Binaria, by the time you'll have gotten all those troops read, and your fleets to the mediterranian, the war will have been over. Plus, what are you trying to accomplish? Both sides of the Aissurian Civil War support the NOP, so you would just be wasting time, unless you want to start an all out war, and take over Aissuria.

IC: King Norheim read the report on Binarian Activity in the Mediterranian. Had passed the Osin Naval Base in the Kingdom of Kabavia, which was owned by the Yanitarian Navy, and since then a civilian ship flying the Yanitarian flag had been following the fleet at visual range. But it was not alone.

It was assumed that the Binarians wouldn't attack a civilian ship. And they certainly wouldn't do so when even their own allies in Anselmus had reportedly expressed distaste for their actions.

But still, Norheim had been sent off to a secret bunker, in Okhotsk Island. From there, he sat in a room, watching the news and waiting for more reports.

In the dimly lit room, a large red button, covered by a locked glass case reflected the light of the television. A key was already in the lock, and there was a sign above it.

The sign read, in bolded letters read "Nuclear Launch Confirmation".

The Boothian military had been monitoring the advance of the Binarian battle groups, through NOP intelligence reports from the Mediterranean as well as via satellite imagining.

Intelligence reports regarding Anselmus were mixed. It appeared as if the unidentified aircraft spotted earlier over Aissuria had originated and returned to Anselmus. Additionally, it appeared that Anselmus was not opening its ports, supplies, dry docks, to the Binarians.

The situation was continually monitored as the HOB CMS and RAF were placed on high alert in all southern NOP military bases.

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From the desk of the Holy Emperor, His Imperial Majesty Johann IV von Hohmann
OFFICIAL PRESS RELEASE

To the leaders of the nations of Europa Atlantica:

In the wake of Stoklomovian and Binarian aggression towards Aissur and her people, I wish to make it known that Binaria's unilateral action against Aissur is by no means reflective of the foreign policy of Anselmus or the Atlantican Union as a whole. Anselmus is committed to peace and stability in the region, not a war that could result in the destruction of us all. We in no way condone the unilateral preemptive strike Binaria is preparing to mount against Aissur. Therefore, we will not offer assistance to any nation, AU or otherwise, whom we believe to be in violation of our peaceful stance, and we encourage all nations to do likewise. Per aspera ad pace.

Respecfully yours,
Johann IV
Holy Emperor of Anselmus

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From the desk of Thomas Christopher Clark Boothby, hereditary ruler of the House of Boothby

A Response to His Imperial Majesty Johann IV von Hohmann

To the nations of Europa Atlantica, the AU, NOP, and Novus Universitas:

I commend Anselmus's official proclamation and continued champaign for peace within the region. Soviet Aissur has long been a peaceful member of the New Oslo Pact and the current civil war within her should not be viewed as an opportunity for exploitation and conquest.

That being said, I believe that the Stoklomolvi response, as both a regional power, ally, and close neighbor of of Aissur is both justified and honorable. Stoklomolvi peace keeping troops have been deployed to quell the current strife rather then increase it. Said action was taken with express permission of the current Aissur government in accordance with multiple NOP articles and by-laws.

A Binarian, or non-NOP military presence or intervention, without the permission of the current Aissur government cannot be seen as anything less then an outright threat and assault on a sovereign nation of Europa Atlantica.

I hope in this time that other nations of EA will follow Anselmus's honorable course and abstain from military intervention unless expressly solicited by the current Aissurian administration.

-Signed-
Thomas Christopher Clark Boothby

[OOC:Pissed? That doesn't even come close to covering it. There is an OOC thread. And yes the revolt is over, but I guess I will see what this turns into.] IC:

Open message to all Nations within Europa Atlantica. From the desk of the new King of Aissur, Jeoff.


As of 4:30 pm Aissurian Standard Time, I have taken control of Aissur.

I commend the nation of Stoklomolvi's response to this revolt. It shows true loyalness to fellow allies.

However, word has reached by of the Binarian Fleet that comes this way. I will not tolerate any non-NOP intervention. Therefore, I have put the Navy on high alert.

I ask that no nations that are not currently members of the NOP alliance enter Aissurian waters. If any Nation does, a state of War will exist.

Since I have been a longtime supporter of the NOP alliance, I have decided to keep Aissur in the alliance.

I ask that if any non-NOP soldiers are currently in the Nation, they should be recalled now.

I cannot stress it enough that I do not want any non-NOP soldiers in my country or Waters. Thank you.
(Signed) Jeoff, current King of the Monarchy of Aissur.
(Message end)

OOC: That was a header I threw in quickly before I went to bed. I never made any IC action.

[ooc: Could you have made that any more convoluted? It looks like you just added the second ooc as a note and then went back to IC... considering you ICly put "Mediterranean Sea, 1200 Kilometers from Aissuria."

O and BTW, Aissur isn't near the Mediterranean anymore :p]

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Unofficial, Secret Message to Eperor Johann IV:

The NOP, and especially Yanitaria, does not associate the actions of any one member of an alliance with all the members unless all of those members were to act together. You have made it quite clear that the AU was not consulted, and therefore, we can only associate these actions with Binaria and Binaria alone.

-Jocelyn Eldegaard,

IMPERIAL PALACE, SPOLETIUM, ANSELMUS

"God damn you, Delacroix!"

The Emperor slammed his fist down on the mahogany desk before him, and Prime Minister Jacques Delacroix flinched.

"I will not have you going behind my back. You forget yourself. Do not assume that because Emperors have not exercised their constitutional powers in generations they have none. Should this happen again, your treachery shall be made public and your government dissolved before you can blink an eye."

Delacroix looked angry and opened his mouth to speak, but thought better of it and held his peace.

"Did you want to say something, Delacroix? Please, speak freely."

Delacroix averted his eyes and spoke.

"With all due respect, Your Majesty, the people chose me to lead them, and chose what I stand for--"

"I don't give a FUCK what you stand for," the Emperor cut in. "Your deployment of a special forces team without my consent is beyond your power, Delacroix. You know the Emperor must be consulted before Anselmian troops are deployed overseas. And now? To AISSUR? Our economy has just begun to recover and you risk sending us into worldwide warfare? You have all the sense of my German shepherd in these matters. Now get out of my sight, before I become physically ill. I shall send for you if I need you again."

"Yes, your Majesty. As you desire." Delacroix bowed and left the room.
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An aide was waiting for the Prime Minister in the hallway. Delacroix angrily snatched the briefing folder out of his hands and glared at it while storming down the corridor away from the Emperor's office.

"What is this."

"The IG team has been successfully extracted, sir. The submarine communicated that it made contact with them about an hour ago and is on its way back to Tarentum."

"Fine. I cannot believe that short-sighted con sometimes. We shall see how long he remains on the throne..."

Message to The House of Boothby. From The Desk of King Jeoff. Current king of The Monarchy of Aissur.

We would like to request permission to send the former leader of Aissur to your lands to be kept there by Boothbian troops.

Thank you.

Official Communique
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To: Jeoff, Aissurian Monarchy Party
Subject: Political Exile

Greeting King Jeoff, Monarch of Aissur,

We will gladly accept the former leader of Soviet Aissur as a political exile. It is one of our tenets that every human being is entitled to life and liberty, and in this vein we are glad that you have not imprisoned your former oppressor and his cabinet.

All politic exiles you send us we will be treated as foreign dignitaries and provided with ample accommodation and a generous monthly stipend.

I am glad to see that the Monarch of Aissur is a fair minded, and civil man.

That being said, please understand that we will consider the former leader of Aissur as completely transfer to our keeping and that the current government of Aissur to have relinquished any legal or political claim to all exiles.

-Signed-
Thomas Christopher Clark Boothby
Hereditary Ruler of the House of Boothby
Royal Palace, Nova Zembella
Canton of Bellevue, HOB

This thread is now closed to all.

No Its Not

This roleplay is over then. I will probably be asking a MOD to delete it. As the revolt is over, Monachy has won, and there is a new ruler with support of 92% of the populace.

Acutally, I have asked a Mod to lock this thread. Thanks for participating. Sorry Binaria, guess you won't be able to invade.

[OOC: Oh well...]