NationStates Jolt Archive

(OOC: If you want to take part, you can send in a team of agents to help Falkasia or fight against it. This is my first RP as well, so any suggestions would be helpful.)

There was a tension in the air. The people could feel it, the soldiers could feel it, even the Prime Minister could feel it. Everybody could feel it, and yet nobody did anything about it. For years, there had been conflicts between various political parties in the northern parts of Falkasia. Only recently had they moved south, closer towards the populated areas, closer towards places that mattered, closer towards all out war. For a short while there was peace, but just like all great deceptions of the world, it was merely the calm before the storm...


Somewhere over the North Atlantic-
Through the rough and stormy seas of the North Atlantic materialized a boat. As it creasted the whitecaps, the Falkasian flag on it's side became visible, along with it's name,"Good Tidings". It was no ordinary freightor, but a specialized seacraft commissioned by the Falkasian military to carry some very special cargo. Their destination was unknown to the crew. Only the Captain knew, and had been sworn to secrecy through threats of being charged with reason and executed. It had been an uneventful trip so far.

Out of the dark clouds descended a dark, unmarked Mi-8 Transport Helicopter, turning off it's guidence lights as it approached the freightor. In the back, 8 figures stood up, each cocking their weapons and checking their equipment one last time. The helicopter approached the bow of the ship still undetected, stopping to a hover over the control room. Out of rear door dropped two fast-ropes, followed in quick succession by all eight figures. Dropping onto the deck, quick bursts of silenced fire eliminated any opposition they may have faced.

Kicking in the entrance door, they advanced inside and down a few flights of rusty stairs into the cargo hold. From there, they knew exactly where they were going. Running up to an unmarked, undescernable shipping container, they pried the door open with crowbars. Inside the large container was a smaller one, bearing the Biological symbol on all surfaces. It had no top, and in neat rows contained 12 small vials, each bearing a label and biological marking. "Too easy," one of the men mumbled as he picked up a vial and surveyed it.

Falkasian Museum of Crappy Commie Clutter of the World-
Amid a cheering audience, public news stations, and camera flashes, a museum spokesperson stood before a podium, waiting for the crowd to settle down before speaking.

"Thank you, Thank you." He said once the crowd had become silent. "It has taken us 3 years of hard work to get here. I'd like to personally thank my administrative staff for all the nights they've spent trying to make ends meet. I'd like to thank our construction crews for all the hard work they've put into this beautiful building, and I'd like to thank most of all the Falkasian Government for the funding to building such a museum to honor the crappy communist clutter of yesterday that litters our world today."

Among the crowd, 12 men sliently drew guns from underneath their coats and jackets, cocking them and preparing them for a fire-fight. The museum had only two security guards, who were occupied right now with the spokesperson's speech. "This is going to be too easy," thought one of them, a man in his late 50s with a scruffy beard and chiselled complexion.

"Among our exhibits include such things as the first ever produced AK-47 in the Soviet Union, a BMP-1 APC with tank shell holes in it, and most importantly, a relic of Falkasia's past; a SCUD IV rocket. Now... I present to you, the Falkasian Museum of Crappy Commie Clutter, of which is now.....officially.....open!"

The crowd erupted in cheering. Confetti streamed down from poppers mounted to the ceiling. The man with the beard tapped his ear, and mouthed, "Now!"

All 12 men drew their guns incredibly fast, letting loose a spray of bullets towards the ceiling, sending a storm of plaster and dust floating towards the ground. The crowd began to scream and panic. "Everyone down!"

The two guards, who were zoned out during the speech had kicked into action, drawing their pistols and shooting towards the terrorists. They knew they were outmatched, semi-automatic pistols versus fully automatic submachine guns. The guards dove behind the podium, flipping it on it's side and using it as cover. As for the terrorists, they flipped their guns to full-auto and peppered the stand. Sprays of red mist exploded from behind the podium and painted the white-washed plaster walls with blood. Both guards had been hit more than a dozen times with 7.62 rounds. One was dead, but the other was just barely hanging on.

"I want a TV camera up here!" shouted the bearded man, who apparently was the leader.

Rummaging around the 40 or so hostages, most of whom were from foreign countries, one of his men picked out a woman and a TV Cameraman, forcing them up at gun point. "Will these work?"

"Yes, now bring them over here."

At gun point, the terrorist forced the two hostages toward the leader. The cameraman set up his camera.

"I am Vassili Kamorov, leader of the Falkasian Revolutionary Army. If you have not heard of us, you may know it as another name, the Slaughter Party. These so-called leaders of Falkasia are corrupt, and must be removed. Therefore, we demand that all Falkasian leaders step down, to be replaced by candidates choosen by the people. If our demand is not met within 72 hours, we not only execute every last hostage in this building, but also launch biological warheads at every major city in the region, whether it be Falkasian, friend, or foe. You may be asking, what grounds do we have to make such a radical threat?"

Behind him, two terrorists carried a topless crate, marked on all sides with the biological symbol into the view. Vassili gently grasped a vial and brought into view of the camera.

"This..." he said,"this... is our method." He turned around, and pointed to the faint outline of the SCUD IV on display. "And that.... is our weapon."

(OOC: For any of you super-tactical players, here's a map of my country if you need it.
http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm410/Marshuno/FalkasianMapwithroads.gif)

Link to OOC Thread (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=561611)

Rules:
No GODMODDING!
No nukes or crap that can take out Falkasia or cause massive casualties.
No fullblown invasions. Small taskforces are fine, but not your entire army!
If at all possible, please include OOC comments in an IC post to prevent the thread from getting cluttered.

Current Players: (Just to give me a visual representation)

Noble Law Offices

Porinn

Earth Military Corps

Possibly Daiwiz (Not sure)

Nicely written. I'm in

yet in a remote area near Fasalkia (or whatev its called) The event was being monitored by mysterious men in black. one stated "Gather our militia men. We're going in to support those terrorists. As two other men hastened to make calls on their cell phones, a third stood motionless, because he knew it wasn't right. HEY shouted the commander, order our troops NOW! Reluctantly the man drew out his phone, and called his regiment. We're moving to support terrorist action in Fasalkia, now, ready yourselves. The men all dressed in their combat vests and gathered their weapons, each one being handed a Springfield, a Berreta, and an ak-47. They hastily marched out the door. They loaded into their helicopters and flew off, the blades rotating at high velocity and kicking up dust in the desert. The men, even if they did not agree with their leaders plan, had to serve their country.




Meanwhle, the leader of the nation supporting the terrorists, sat in his private study. His plans were going perfectly. Now all he had to do was inform the priests of the Church to write the sermons that would bolster his people to the cause he was so devoted to.

Nicely written. I'm in

Then start posting please :mp5::gas::mp:

Nicely written. I'm in

OOC: Thanks! Feel free to post when you have time.

Are you gonna reply to my post now?

Are you gonna reply to my post now?

OOC: Yea, give me a minute. I'm deciding on my course of action to take.

OOC:Thanks.

OOc:Update: They've not landed yet.

OOC: When posting stuff not in character, make sure you label it OOC for Out Of Character.

OOC: Ok thanks I just didn't know it stood for that.

OOC: What if both regions send both of their full armies to attack or skirmish?

OOC: Must leave, shall go back to the two rp's at 12 US Eastern Time.

OOC: Can I join in this thread? It's my first, but I'm keen to get involved and learn more about the game.

Word of the hostage crisis and the demands eventually reached Falkasian Military Headquarters. In his private study, Brigadier General Dimitri Karasov was reviewing some papers when a knock came from his door. "Come in," he said without looking up from his work. A young desk clerk walked in and saluted. "At ease," the general said. "What have you got for me?"

"Not anything good, if that's what your asking."

"Well... what is it?"

"You remember that today is the grand opening of the Commie Clutter Museum, right?"

"Yes I do. What about it?"

"Well apparently sir.... terrorists have taken the building hostage and barricaded themselves inside. Multiple SWAT teams have already been dispatched and the area has been cordoned off by local police."

"Is that all? If it is, why are you bothering me with it?" the general asked, still reviewing his papers.

"No sir," replied the clerk. "There's much more. The terrorists have demanded that all leaders of Falkasia step down from their posts. We have 72 hours, starting at midnight tonight. If we refuse, they said, they would kill the hostages and launch warheads at our neighboring countries. The would obviously cause a war no doubt."

The general dropped him papers, letting them float off the desk.

"How long ago was this?"

"About and hour, sir."

"WHY THE HELL WASN'T I INFORMED?!!"

"Sir, the information came in only a few moments ago."

"DAMNIT! Before I scramble the Army and inform the FSAC, I want to know if we are 100% sure they can back up these threats!"

"Sir...." the clerk replied, grabbing a remote from the general's desk and flipping on a TV. "Take a look for yourself."

The TV was tuned to a news station. The screen was filled with an image of the terrorist leader, his expression emotionless. In his hand was a clear glass vial, marked with a small label and biological sign. Penned onto the label were the words "Ebola II."

The general's mouth dropped.
"May god help us all."

OOC: Can I join in this thread? It's my first, but I'm keen to get involved and learn more about the game.

OOC: It's open, be my guest. I'll help you anyway I can!

OOC: What if both regions send both of their full armies to attack or skirmish?

OOC: Please elaborate on what you mean.

“As Falkasia falls into chaos, the Republic of Paralisa has issued a formal statement of it’s position in the crisis,” said the excited reporter on the TV screen “saying that although it wishes to remain neutral it intends to try and keep the peace in Falkasia at whatever cost. The Paralasian Government urge the Falkasians to attempt to negotiate with these terrorists.”
“Our sources tell us that an ambassador for the Republic is heading to Falkasia as we speak, and should be meeting with the Falkasian authorities shortly to try to find a speedy resolution to this awful incident.”

The reporter finished his talking and wiped the sweat from his brow as the camera cut out.
“By God,” he said “I think this may be bigger than we think.”

OCC: Sorry, silly spelling mistake in there. Paralasian should be Paralisan.

OCC: Sorry, silly spelling mistake in there. Paralasian should be Paralisan.

OOC: It's fine. It happens to the best of us. Noble can't even spell my country's name right, lol. Nice post by the way!

OCC: When you say that they're gonna bomb neighbouring countries, does that mean countries in the region that your country is located in (ie.Europe)? If so, as I am in the same region, would such a country possibly be Paralisa?

OCC: When you say that they're gonna bomb neighbouring countries, does that mean countries in the region that your country is located in (ie.Europe)? If so, as I am in the same region, would such a country possibly be Paralisa?

OOC: Yes, I mean the region of Europe. Yes, you'd probably be one of them. Hope you don't mind.

OOC: Who leads your country? A king/quee/president/prime minister? Just so i can adress him/her in my next post.

OOC: Who leads your country? A king/quee/president/prime minister? Just so i can adress him/her in my next post.

OOC: Prime Minister Vladimir Kazyenko.

The ambassador greeted Prime Minister Kazyenko with a smile that barely disguised the pure fear in his heart. He knew that the fate of his country, and Europe in general, now fell into his hands. If he didn’t sort this out soon there could quite possibly be international war.
“Well, I’m here.” stammered the fearful ambassador, adding a polite sir when he noted the disgruntled look in Kazyenko’s eyes. The Prime Minister led him into his office and gestured towards a seat, which the ambassador took, before sliding down into a tall chair himself. The Prime Minister sighed, a long drawn out sound, before turning to the ambassador to speak.

(OOC: Just some RP advice. Most players don't like other players RPing nations other than their own. I personnally have no problem with it with other people RPing me though. I just thought I'd give you a heads up, since you're learning.)

"As you know, we are in quite a predicament. Our current situation is very fragile, and the well-being of Europe hangs in the balance."
Kazyenko looked out of his office window, then glanced back towards the ambassador.
"For now, we have the terrorists contained inside the museum with a police blockade. The army has been dispatched as backup in case things get ugly. As for the citizens, martial law has been instated just in case there are anymore terrorists out there. What do you propose we do?"

“I thought,” said the ambassador, “that the Republic had made it’s affiliations quite clear. We will remain neutral, and we insist that for the sake of Europe you negotiate with these individuals. Perhaps they will be willing to compromise; maybe you could come to some terms. Paralisa will act as a medium between you and the revolutionaries if you wish.
Meanwhile, with your permission of course, the Republic would like to move a 100 man team of peacekeepers into the country in case it gets messy. As things progress we may move in more.
So do we have your permission? And will you negotiate with the terrorists?”

[QUOTE=Falkasia;13866792](OOC: Just some RP advice. Most players don't like other players RPing nations other than their own. I personnally have no problem with it with other people RPing me though. I just thought I'd give you a heads up, since you're learning.)

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OOC: I didn't think I had.

OOC: Hmmmm, I messed up the quoting there! lol

“I thought,” said the ambassador, “that the Republic had made it’s affiliations quite clear. We will remain neutral, and we insist that for the sake of Europe you negotiate with these individuals. Perhaps they will be willing to compromise; maybe you could come to some terms. Paralisa will act as a medium between you and the revolutionaries if you wish.
Meanwhile, with your permission of course, the Republic would like to move a 100 man team of peacekeepers into the country in case it gets messy. As things progress we may move in more.
So do we have your permission? And will you negotiate with the terrorists?”

Kazyenko looked out the window again, this time looking towards the mountain range off in the distance as a few storm clouds moved in. The fate of Europe was in his hands, and whatever choice he made here would leave lasting effects on the world.

"You have our permission to move in your peace keepers. We'll need them up North where most of the fighting is, near the Ikov Military Base. I'll inform General Karasov of our situation. As for the terrorists, we will not negotiate with them. We will however, attempt to negotiate with them in an effort to buy us some time."

(OOC: Just some RP advice. Most players don't like other players RPing nations other than their own. I personnally have no problem with it with other people RPing me though. I just thought I'd give you a heads up, since you're learning.)

OOC: I didn't think I had.

OOC: It's fine. I don't mind other people RPing my nation. I jsut thought I'd warn you though, as some nations can get really cranky if you do that.

“Very well.” The ambassador stood, as if ready to leave before he suddenly realised something.
“Fighting? I was under the impression that the terrorists were secured in the museum.”

"Yes, there has been political unrest in the northern part of the country for years. Constant fighting between the factions, much like what happened in Russia after the fall of the Soviet Union. This terrorist attack has been a real eye opener for us. This is the first time one of the militant factions have attacked us directly, and right in our backyard too. They're radicals, zealots. They'll do anything to get their point across. As for the terrorists here, they are an isolated occurance, or so we hope. They are contained for the most part."

“Fighting these militants may not be good for us. I believe most of them are left-wing, correct? Well, so are the majority of Paralisa’s citizens. Fighting these rebels may endanger our public relations with the people. Tell me this prime minister: if we fight these people, what is there in it for us?”
The ambassador smiled. Maybe now Paralisa would gain something from the Falkasia Crisis.

OOC: I've just realised I've been spelling my country's name wrong throughout this! You can tell I'm new here can't you! lol

"Well, the only thing I can think of at this moment is the possiblily of saving Europe, or at the very least, a possibility of surviving the biological attacks." Kazyenko replied, adding a bit of dark humor.

OOC: I've just realised I've been spelling my country's name wrong throughout this! You can tell I'm new here can't you! lol

OOC:Yea, lol. It doesn't matter much though.

The ambassador blushed, ashamed at his own greed. For a moment he had forgotten the threat to his nation's safety.

"I'll call the Prime Minister." he said, "We'll move in the troops."

Shaking hands with the Falkasian the ambassador picked up his suitcase and left the office. With trembling hands he lifted a mobile phone from his pocket and dialed Parilisa.

The troops disembarked in Falkasia with shocking speed, rushing ashore and setting up base in the north, as the Prime Minister of Falkasia had advised. At their head was Commander Stein, an experienced soldier known for his taciturn nature. Although he had been originally told that the peacekeepers were to remain neutral, the order had come through to engage the militants and to overcome all opposition. “Europe must be saved,” the Parilisian PM had told him “and you’re the man who’s going to save it.”

“Contact General Karasov,” barked Stein, “Tell him we’re marching towards the Ikov Base.”

The museum was surronded by barricades, police cars, and armed soldiers. No one would get in, and no one would get out, plain and simple. From atop a near by building, Sniper Team 6 laid in wait. They had been there for six hours with no rest or food, staking out the building.

While they had waited, the terrorists became more aggressive, taking random hostages to the front door at gun point and threatening to kill them. A negotiator had been let inside, but he hadn't come out, and there was no sign of him inside. Through their thermal imaging gear, the Sniper Team had confirmed 52 heat signatures, 40 of which had been deemed hostages. All around them were other teams with different vantage angles positioned on rooftops, waiting for the order to fire.

The troops disembarked in Falkasia with shocking speed, rushing ashore and setting up base in the north, as the Prime Minister of Falkasia had advised. At their head was Commander Stein, an experienced soldier known for his taciturn nature. Although he had been originally told that the peacekeepers were to remain neutral, the order had come through to engage the militants and to overcome all opposition. “Europe must be saved,” the Parilisian PM had told him “and you’re the man who’s going to save it.”

“Contact General Karasov,” barked Stein, “Tell him we’re marching towards the Ikov Base.”

(OOC: I have a map on my first post if you want to look at it.)

OOC: Is the museum in the north? Can I get my troops there fast enough?

(OOC: I have a map on my first post if you want to look at it.)

Yes please.

OOC: I'm presuming the museum is in Ekaterine?

OOC: Your presumtion is correct. The museum is in Ekaterine.

Commander Stein changed his mind halfway to the Ikov Base, instead deciding to head straight to the heart of the crisis at the museum. He plotted his route on the map provided to him by the Falkasians.
“It’s miles.” He said. “We could do with air support; we need to be parachuted in.”
He cursed the men who had planned the mission, he was miles away from anywhere useful and he was helpless on the ground. Before long it would be to late, and Europe would perish.

OOC: I'm very sorry, but I must go now as it's getting rather late here in England. Can we continue tomorrow, we've barely got going yet!?

In the meantime, my troops will be crossing Falkasia and heading towards the musem, let's just hope things don't get out of control before they reach it!

The situation at the museum had deteriorated rapidly. The terrorists had lined up the hostages against the windows to block any attempt at sniping them, as well as demanding food and water while refusing to negotiate with any one. It had gone from a hostage situation to a stand-off, with no ground being made on either side. If anything was to be done, it would need to happen soon.

OOC: I'm very sorry, but I must go now as it's getting rather late here in England. Can we continue tomorrow, we've barely got going yet!?

In the meantime, my troops will be crossing Falkasia and heading towards the musem, let's just hope things don't get out of control before they reach it!

OOC: It's fine. I gtg to for a little while as well. Of course we can contine tommorrow. I'll be sleeping for most of your day, as I live in the US.

OOC: I don't see why not, but ask Falkasia

OOC: What about asking me?

OOC: Srry, I thought we were still on page one. Here is my response and srry for being so inactive. (This is "noble" as you call me just in a dif. nation) forgive me if my posts are a bit crude or unrefined, just going into 8th grade.


Benelitov, leader of Noble Law Offices reached for the phone, hurriedly he called the museum.


GOD DAMN GET THAT PHONE CAMERAMAN! shouted the terrorist leader. He hurriedly shouted into the end that he was busy and he couldn't chat, with a few obscenities mixed in.

Benelitov shouted back in mixed russian. "I am here to make a deal with you, on behalf of your activities within that museum. If you spare my nation, I shall cooperate with you against those Falkasia leaders. How about I throw in 50 mil too? The terrorists eyes lit up. "Sure". It was settled. the Church scriptures were complete, ready to be preached tommorrow in all the Churches of the nation. Now all Benelitov needed was to set the troops up, AH! He thought, a good spot. He radioed the Commander of the Noble Army. "Set the troops down right outside Ikov base. prepare your men to fight. AYE AYE. The phones clicked off at both ends simultaneously. Excellent.

OOC: Srry, I thought we were still on page one. Here is my response and srry for being so inactive. (This is "noble" as you call me just in a dif. nation) forgive me if my posts are a bit crude or unrefined, just going into 8th grade.


Benelitov, leader of Noble Law Offices reached for the phone, hurriedly he called the museum.


GOD DAMN GET THAT PHONE CAMERAMAN! shouted the terrorist leader. He hurriedly shouted into the end that he was busy and he couldn't chat, with a few obscenities mixed in.

Benelitov shouted back in mixed russian. "I am here to make a deal with you, on behalf of your activities within that museum. If you spare my nation, I shall cooperate with you against those Falkasia leaders. How about I throw in 50 mil too? The terrorists eyes lit up. "Sure". It was settled. the Church scriptures were complete, ready to be preached tommorrow in all the Churches of the nation. Now all Benelitov needed was to set the troops up, AH! He thought, a good spot. He radioed the Commander of the Noble Army. "Set the troops down right outside Ikov base. prepare your men to fight. AYE AYE. The phones clicked off at both ends simultaneously. Excellent.

OOC: It's fine. Just go with what we have. I'm goning to tell you the same thing I told Parisila. Most RPers don't liek it when other rpers roleplay a nation or group other than their own. I don't have a problem with it personally, but some of the nations get really cranky if you do it.

OOC:Ok, so you mean just continue as normal? Can I continue my own nations slower plans? Oh and can i edit that post then to have the troops have landed since you've elapsed time?

OOC:Wow this is going fast. I will think about joining, and falk. Very nicely written. That would rival some of my dads work! I might join, if the other RPs and what nots slow down.

OOC: Daiwiz what is your father's profession?

OOC:Ok, so you mean just continue as normal? Can I continue my own nations slower plans? Oh and can i edit that post then to have the troops have landed since you've elapsed time?

OOC: Yea. We're going into slow mode now. Move everything up as if in time lapse, unless you just joined like Daiwiz.

OOC:Wow this is going fast. I will think about joining, and falk. Very nicely written. That would rival some of my dads work! I might join, if the other RPs and what nots slow down.

OOC: Thank you very much. Glad I wrote it well. If you want to join, be my guest. I'm gonna wrap up the museum part soon, once Parisila is back on. Then we'll go into maybe a "civil war." Don't know how I want to develop the storyline yet.

OOC:wow.....this is nuts. My dad is in Project Management (PM), but he wrote a book in university, and it got published. Don't remember the name. Will ask.

OOC:wow.....this is nuts.

OOC: Is it good nuts, bad nuts, or We hate you CBS and want Jericho back nuts?

OOC:It's peanuts. It's going really fast, and it took a few minutes for five replies rofl. It seems very well done :)

The troops had landed, and were curently storming Ikov base. each of the troops was put into a group, each group 1/3 of the regiment. Each drew out a weapon. Most held their Ak-47's, but a few clutched Springfeilds to secure positions on the roof. No Berreta's were out.



OOC: How is your base set up Falkasia?

OOC:It's peanuts. It's going really fast, and it took a few minutes for five replies rofl. It seems very well done :)

OOC: EWWW no one should be able to pee nuts!

OOC:It's peanuts. It's going really fast, and it took a few minutes for five replies rofl. It seems very well done :)

Thanks. It took me close to 2 hours jsut to get a single responder, lol.

The troops had landed, and were curently storming Ikov base. each of the troops was put into a group, each group 1/3 of the regiment. Each drew out a weapon. Most held their Ak-47's, but a few clutched Springfeilds to secure positions on the roof. No Berreta's were out.



OOC: How is your base set up Falkasia?

I'll upload a rough paint of the base. Hold on. Oh, and bring Daiwiz up to speed. He's a great RPer.

OOC:why not? That would solve the hunger problems! This is more appropriate for our TG talks, aint it.....

OOC: Daiwiz, open up a new tab, and I shall do the same. Get to your nation, I'll tg you to get you up to speed.

OOC:I am? Since when? I may join tommorrow, but I have Karate, so about 18 hours rofl. I might join before I leave. Ok serinite.

Ok, tg me first before you do and i'll get you updated.

OOC: I am going to log off for tonight guys! Will go back on around 1 US Eastern tommorrow!

OOC:Is that am, or PM? I am on eastern i beleive.

OOC: I am going to log off for tonight guys! Will go back on around 1 US Eastern tommorrow!

Bye. I'l lget the base layout up soon. Still making it.

OOC:oh, and good night. Falk, wanna make the store soon?

OOC:oh, and good night. Falk, wanna make the store soon?

Sure. So hold on. You plan on joining tommorrow, correct?

OOC:yessa sirriya bob. I will be back within about *does bad mental calculations* 9 hours.

OOC:my dads gone to bed, so I'm gone. See you tommorrow morning....i hope

OOC:my dads gone to bed, so I'm gone. See you tommorrow morning....i hope

OOC: Ok, bye bye. No big things until I'm on, ok? I don't want to miss anything!

OOC: Ok, here's my base layout. I'll post IC later, with the layout linked as well.

http://i318.photobucket.com/albums/mm410/Marshuno/300px-Wright-Patterson_Air_Force_Ba.jpg

The ambassador of the federation of EMC addresses the array of television cameras aimed at him.

"The government of EMC considers this terrorist assault to be a vicious and unprovoked attack on the government of Falkasia and as such strongly condemns the actions of the Falkasian Revolutionary army."

The ambassador pauses briefly and glances at the papers lying on the podium in front of him.

"As such, with the permission of the government of Falkasia we have placed a bio-chemical hazard containment squad on standby in Karasov City."

"We have not considered further action as of yet, we do however have time for a few questions."

One of the reporters in the front bench jumps immediatley from his seat and shouts above the general ruckus.
"Are the rumours that this so-called 'Hazard containment squad' are in fact special forces operatives true?"

The ambassador flashes a warning glance at the guards by the doors and replies quickly "That rumour is untrue, also I am afraid we are out of time now. There will be another announcement later today, once again thank you for your time."

Before anyone can ask any further questions the ambassador promptly turns and is escorted out of the conference hall flanked by several guards wearing polished black helmets.

The ambassador of the federation of EMC addresses the array of television cameras aimed at him.

"The government of EMC considers this terrorist assault to be a vicious and unprovoked attack on the government of Falkasia and as such strongly condemns the actions of the Falkasian Revolutionary army."

The ambassador pauses briefly and glances at the papers lying on the podium in front of him.

"As such, with the permission of the government of Falkasia we have placed a bio-chemical hazard containment squad on standby in Karasov City."

"We have not considered further action as of yet, we do however have time for a few questions."

One of the reporters in the front bench jumps immediatley from his seat and shouts above the general ruckus.
"Are the rumours that this so-called 'Hazard containment squad' are in fact special forces operatives true?"

The ambassador flashes a warning glance at the guards by the doors and replies quickly "That rumour is untrue, also I am afraid we are out of time now. There will be another announcement later today, once again thank you for your time."

Before anyone can ask any further questions the ambassador promptly turns and is escorted out of the conference hall flanked by several guards wearing polished black helmets.

To: Whomever it may concern in the EMC Government
From: Prime Minister Vladimir Kazyenko
Regarding: Dispatchment of Bio-Hazard Containment Squad

Falkasia willingly and gratefully grants you permission to deploy a bio-chemical containment team into the Karasov City area. We will immediately contract the St. Markus District Hospital in Karasov and will place it at your disposal. Any further assistance you could provide in this matter would be much appreciated. If you have any questions, comments, or concerns, feel free to contact me directly.

Sincerely,
Prime Minister
Vladimir Kazyenko

(OOC: I may create a seperate OOC Thread. If at all possible, please include OOC comments in an IC psot. All the OOC comments without a post are cluttering the thread.)

The Parilisan Prime Minister shuffled through the papers on his desk, franticly trying to find any news about the Falkasia Crisis. On reflection, the events of the previous night were a little rushed; first Parilisa has ceased to be a neutral force and had allied with the Falkasians, and then he had allowed Commander Stein to use his instinct and change his route. Other countries were joining the crisis now, each realising the real threat t the World’s security.
He found a document headed “Commander Stein’s Report”. Scanning over it he saw that the 100 man peacekeeping taskforce had arrived safely at the Museum where most of the activity was taking place. The report stressed the danger to the hostages and painted a picture of a terrible stalemate. Stein now waited to consult the Falkasians, before being able to carry out any actions.

At the Museum….

Stein’s troops were exhausted; they had rushed over the country to get here on time carrying heavy equipment. As they got some rest the Commander checked the hostage situation, which was inevitably dire. The Parilisan ambassador, who had joined them sometime during the night, sat next to the huge soldier.
“What are we gong to do?” said the ambassador, nervously cleaning the lenses of his glasses.
“I don’t know. For the first time in my life I have no idea. If we go in there, all guns blazing, they’ll shoot the hostages. But if we don’t they could destroy Europe.”
“Perhaps we must consider that the value of these people’s lives is less than that of…”
“We can’t just let them die in there!” Interrupted the Commander.
“No Stein, but we must assess…is that the Falkasian leader over there?”
“Yeah,” said Stein, turning around to glance over, “I better go talk to him.”
Stein stood at strode over to where the Falkasian stood.

“So what we gonna do?” said Stein.

An excerpt from the Parilisan newspaper “The Republican Times”:

In the current political climate the Prime Minister has come under fire from some political groups for “betraying the ideals of the Republic”. As a 100 man team of Parilisan soldiers makes it’s way across the European nation of Falkasia, our reporter meets with the Prime Minister to discus the Falkasia Crisis.

The Republican Times: Prime Minister, do you have any regrets concerning your decision to become involved in the Crisis?
Prime Minister: Certainly not. Our troops are fighting for the defence of Europe, and I don’t think there can ever be any regret over that.
TRT: Certain left wing groups are criticising the actions of the Government. In a speech by the Socialist Party of Parilisa we are told that you have “betrayed the ideals of the Republic by supporting a foreign dictatorship rather than the Falkasian Revolutionary Army, whose aims are similar to that of the Republic.” How do you respond to that?
PM: I don’t think that at the current time political affiliations should become involved in this. We are not fighting to defend any philosophy; we are fighting to prevent a biological warhead from being launched at our country. If these so called political parties wish to be obliterated by these weapons of mass destruction then so be it, but I do not intend to risk the lives of Parilisan citizens.
TRT: How seriously is the Government taking the Revolutionary Army’s threat of launching the missiles?
PM: Very seriously. Although at this time there is no need for a mass panic we do believe that the FRA does have the necessary equipment and capability to launch the missiles. In fact there is every possibility that the missiles could be launched soon, unless we act fast…

The troops were now moving forward to attack the base. They moved to the southeastern corner, and then moved up to the bases highest level. A few snipers set about working around the outside topmost perimiter. they succeded, and were soon shooting from above and hitting the soldiers who streamed out of northern end of the base. Soon the entire construction was under control of The Noble Army.


After receiving this news Benelitov ordered that 2/3rds of the troops be dispatched to Karasov City to attack the containment team. They were soon on their way.

OOC: I can rewrite the above thing, also I' gtg.

OOC:You're with the Revoloutionarys, Serinite, right?

OOC:I'm joining with the revolutionaries, since I was going to do a revolution myself. Also, they are way outgunned right now. I won't post the number of forces until I know the maximum number of troops. I woke up maybe a half hour ago, so this is badly written. Why not try tunneling underneath the museum, to rescue the hostages? The same thing was used to commit a robbery in Munich.

IC:_______Encrypted message to the Falkasian Revolutionary leader

We at Daiwiz understand your intent, and encourage it. You may be going about it the wrong way, but this is the only way you may know how. We shall be sending armed forces, and speacial operations units, to assist you in your attack. We would wish to know of the best way to place our troops into Falkasian territory, wether it be by sea, air or sneaking through other countries. We shall be sending forces of Ketsnaz, SAS troops, weapons for your forces, airborne forces, and airborne vehicles. We shall be sending small amounts of these forces, and shall land PanzerFaust 3Ts, M16s, AK47s, and XM312 Heavy MGs to supplement our current armaments. We wish you good luck.

Kolitburo, Graith Dr'klow

To: The Prime Minister of Falkasia
From: The Prime Minister of Parilisa

I have been informed of the recent attack on the Ikov Military base, and I apologise. Had my men been in defence of the base as you had suggested then the forces of the Noble Law Office may not have attacked it. To compensate for this fatal mistake the Parilisan government requests permission to have around 500 men parachuted into the Ikov Base to defend it. Meanwhile I suggest that we storm the Museum, which I believe is still held by terrorists.

Yours Sincerely,
The PM of Parilisa

***TOP SECRET***
FOR YOUR EYES ONLY.

Special forces transmission, encoded Top-secret.

For PM Vladimir Kazyenko's eyes only.

***TOP SECRET***

Following the fall of Ikov Military base strict quarantine actions have been placed on the populace of Karasov, we require your assistance in enforcing these regulations until the current crisis has passed.

We have reason to believe that the FRA plans to release the said biological weapon into the general populace should a hostile action be taken against them. These cautionary procedures will help to prevent further contamination should said weapon be activated.

Our most senior strategos are currently working on a PoA to terminate FRA's said ability of deploying the missile. Or at least delaying them while forces are gathered to combat the Noble Law office. Further to the deployment of the bio-containment squad, the EMC has deemed it necessary to install a few trained rifleman squads to assist in enforcing quarantine procedures. We hope we will have your assistance in this matter, it would be greatly appreciated and ease the pressure for more manpower on our already strained containment team.


*Summary Report*
***TOP SECRET***

The troops were now moving forward to attack the base. They moved to the southeastern corner, and then moved up to the bases highest level. A few snipers set about working around the outside topmost perimiter. they succeded, and were soon shooting from above and hitting the soldiers who streamed out of northern end of the base. Soon the entire construction was under control of The Noble Army.


After receiving this news Benelitov ordered that 2/3rds of the troops be dispatched to Karasov City to attack the containment team. They were soon on their way.
OOC: Yea, you might want to rewrite it. Leaving it the way it is is a godmod, as you took no casualties and I had no time to respond. Once you re-write it, I'll answer everybody back with the new situation.

OOC:lol alright then. We should start an OOC thread. Want me to start it?

OOC:lol alright then. We should start an OOC thread. Want me to start it?

OOC: Yea, makes the thread a lot less cluttered.

I'm gonna be gone for a good portion of the day. I'll be back around 1 PM GMT. Once I am back, I'll address each one of your posts once Serinite re-writes his attack post on Ikov.

The Parilisan Prime Minister shuffled through the papers on his desk, franticly trying to find any news about the Falkasia Crisis. On reflection, the events of the previous night were a little rushed; first Parilisa has ceased to be a neutral force and had allied with the Falkasians, and then he had allowed Commander Stein to use his instinct and change his route. Other countries were joining the crisis now, each realising the real threat t the World’s security.
He found a document headed “Commander Stein’s Report”. Scanning over it he saw that the 100 man peacekeeping taskforce had arrived safely at the Museum where most of the activity was taking place. The report stressed the danger to the hostages and painted a picture of a terrible stalemate. Stein now waited to consult the Falkasians, before being able to carry out any actions.

At the Museum….

Stein’s troops were exhausted; they had rushed over the country to get here on time carrying heavy equipment. As they got some rest the Commander checked the hostage situation, which was inevitably dire. The Parilisan ambassador, who had joined them sometime during the night, sat next to the huge soldier.
“What are we gong to do?” said the ambassador, nervously cleaning the lenses of his glasses.
“I don’t know. For the first time in my life I have no idea. If we go in there, all guns blazing, they’ll shoot the hostages. But if we don’t they could destroy Europe.”
“Perhaps we must consider that the value of these people’s lives is less than that of…”
“We can’t just let them die in there!” Interrupted the Commander.
“No Stein, but we must assess…is that the Falkasian leader over there?”
“Yeah,” said Stein, turning around to glance over, “I better go talk to him.”
Stein stood at strode over to where the Falkasian stood.

“So what we gonna do?” said Stein.

General Karasov saw the Parilisans come up to him. "Well, for now we're just playing by their rules, trying to buy ourselves time to formulate a plan. They have all entrances covered, including the service ones. This was definiately an inside job. The was no way they could know all the entrances without looking at the blueprints." He looked back towards the building, seeing the hostages lined up against therwindows to prevent anybody from shooting inside. "It's in essence a stalemate, but since you're here, we hope we can put a basic plan into action."

OOC: Well, This is Serinite again. Oh, and also, Falkasia, so how do we do this, just have like a battle where I move and then you respond? Please respond so I can rewrite. B/c I'm not sure how to do it.

OOC: I shall just run with the thing I posted above. Kay?


The troops gathered into groups that seperated the forces into 1/3rd a peice. Half of each group carried a Springfeild, the other half an AK-47. No Berreta's were out. Silently, the troops milled into the base, moving to the South-eastern edge and opening fire.

OOC:wow. I get on and you post rofl. I'm back from karate. Will be parachuting troops in, if you have no problems with that. Might I land weapons on the roof of the museum to help the terrorists, with maybe a few troops? I'm asking because you have an airforce XD I'm exhausted, and brain dead, since I got no sleep, on account of my gut hurting from all the blood. I had a nose bleed yesterday where I would've bled less if I was on blood thinners. Litteraly a litre of it. I'll probably rewrite this to be much better tommorrow. Don't know if either of these tanks can be airdropped, and if they can't, the plane will just come in low and slow, using the two propelers for power. Could you tell me the limited number of troops? Also, if there are any problems, please let me know. Would you also let me know of how the terrain is in Falkasia, power plants, arms factories and any other high class targets.

IC: The forces that were to be chuted in were gearing up to move out. The tanks were being loaded onto the C-43s, along with a few hundred troops. The tanks were M60 Pattons, and M2A3 Bradleys. Included were many PanzeFaust 3Ts, AK47s, RPGs, M16s, XM312 Heavy machine guns, and FIM 92 Stingers. These were to be helidropped onto the museum, so as to assist the 'Slaughter Party'. There were many Ketsnaz, and SAS troops that were being dropped, and were to attempt to assist the terrorists however possible. A small tank group was to assist the troops from Serinite in controlling the military base, while half of the airborne troops were to use airdropped universal carriers to speed around the flank of the pro-Falkasian troops, and open fire. The rest would head to their respective targets, while the SAS were to gather civilians to form a resistance, and to hit any targets that looked worth their while. They hoped there would not be any problems in the plans, unlike in Juntastan.

OOC: Well, This is Serinite again. Oh, and also, Falkasia, so how do we do this, just have like a battle where I move and then you respond? Please respond so I can rewrite. B/c I'm not sure how to do it.

OOC: Yea, sorry for not posting earlier. Yea, that's pretty much it. You write, I respond. As for your old post, you can probably just delete it.

OOC:wow. I get on and you post rofl. I'm back from karate. Will be parachuting troops in, if you have no problems with that. Might I land weapons on the roof of the museum to help the terrorists, with maybe a few troops? I'm asking because you have an airforce XD I'm exhausted, and brain dead, since I got no sleep, on account of my gut hurting from all the blood. I had a nose bleed yesterday where I would've bled less if I was on blood thinners. Litteraly a litre of it. I'll probably rewrite this to be much better tommorrow. Don't know if either of these tanks can be airdropped, and if they can't, the plane will just come in low and slow, using the two propelers for power. Could you tell me the limited number of troops? Also, if there are any problems, please let me know. Would you also let me know of how the terrain is in Falkasia, power plants, arms factories and any other high class targets.

IC: The forces that were to be chuted in were gearing up to move out. The tanks were being loaded onto the C-43s, along with a few hundred troops. The tanks were M60 Pattons, and M2A3 Bradleys. Included were many PanzeFaust 3Ts, AK47s, RPGs, M16s, XM312 Heavy machine guns, and FIM 92 Stingers. These were to be helidropped onto the museum, so as to assist the 'Slaughter Party'. There were many Ketsnaz, and SAS troops that were being dropped, and were to attempt to assist the terrorists however possible. A small tank group was to assist the troops from Serinite in controlling the military base, while half of the airborne troops were to use airdropped universal carriers to speed around the flank of the pro-Falkasian troops, and open fire. The rest would head to their respective targets, while the SAS were to gather civilians to form a resistance, and to hit any targets that looked worth their while. They hoped there would not be any problems in the plans, unlike in Juntastan.

OOC: I'm fine with however you deploy your troops. As for dropping equipment on the roof of the museum, that's not going to happen. The entire building is surronded by Police, SWAT, and Military Personnel, and has been designated a No Fly Zone. As for the tanks, you can land them anywhere away from the major cities on the map, as they have many tall buildings and AA cover. As for the Touch-and-Go drop-off, that's fine. However, a dual propeller plane could likely only hold a single Patton tank or Bradley. No massive airdrops please. As for the limited number of troops, I'd say anywhere in the range of 5-120, assuming they're not all Special Forces.

IC:
Falkasian Countryside, 8:03 AM:
It was early morning in the Falkasian countryside, but the local farms were already bustling with life. Farmers were plowing and harvesting fields, their wives were tending gardens or cooking, and their children were playing. All of whom were completely unaware of what was going on in the urban areas of Falkasia.

It was a typical morning for most, but that was about to change. From the east came sounds of roaring engines. As the sound drew ever nearer, C-43 Cargo Planes materialized out of the clouds. The farmers and their families ran outside, dropping their tools wand watching the planes as they flew by in awe.

Out of the back came dozens of black specks, each sprouting forth a parachute. Moments later, the sky was filled with them, almost blocking out the sun. The farmers, who were not used to military action, were scared witless and ran inside to lock everything down.

Falkasian Ministery of Citizen Affairs, 8:11:
The Ministry phone operators were swamped with calls coming in from the Falkasian countryside. Farmers, townsfolk, off-duty soldiers, all of whom were calling in reports of troops of unknown nationality dropping into Falkasian farmland. The overwhelmed operators relayed the message to the Falkasian Ministry of the Armed Forces, who in turn relayed it to the Prime Minister.

Ok. Falkasia, can I write more of my attack thing? I shall post the above below:

The troops gathered into groups that seperated the forces into 1/3rd a peice. Half of each group carried a Springfeild, the other half an AK-47. No Berreta's were out. Silently, the troops milled into the base, moving to the South-eastern edge and opening fire.

Yes. My IC post will follow in a second.

OOC: tx.

Ok. Falkasia, can I write more of my attack thing? I shall post the above below:

The troops gathered into groups that seperated the forces into 1/3rd a peice. Half of each group carried a Springfeild, the other half an AK-47. No Berreta's were out. Silently, the troops milled into the base, moving to the South-eastern edge and opening fire.

The base had been set on high-alert after the situation in Ekaterine, as well as the numerous reports of airborne troops wandering about in the Falkasian countryside. When gunfire erupted from the Southeast corner of the base, all the entire garrison scrambled to their battle positions. As they ran, a voice came over the intercom, barely understandable of the blaring of sirens. "Battlestations! Battlestations! All soldiers report to battlestations! Red Alert! Confirmed Tango Presence, Southeast Corner! Al lsoldiers report to Battlestations!"

As positions were taken and fortified throughout the base, soldiers on the southeastern edge were already under intense fire. The advantage though, was the fact that they held the high-ground.

OOC:My troops aren't there yet. That could be the advacned guard, and also if you remember, the C43 was the plane that you bought*can't spell* from me. It has 6 jet engines, and two propellers. The proppellers are meant for shorter take offs, and the touch and go landings. I'll just go with what you have though. Any problems with my advanced guard landed before this? If so I'll change the below message. If I do any GodModding, let me know, and I'll change it.

IC:As the paratroopers, and Ketsnaz began to prepare their gear for the jump, the pilots were bringing the planes out of the cloud cover. Quickly, the red light came, with the platoon sergeants yelling at the troops to go. As they jumped into the icy, roaring blast that was the sky, their white, and red parachutes began to sprout out like a butterflies wings. As they carefully maneuvered the parachutes to land in the feilds, they looked down at the populace that they had already disturbed. They had not been sent to land in these areas beleiving that there would be many pill boxes, but in fact they were civilian houses. The winds, and bad GPS readings had landed them 15 miles from their target drop zone. They would have a long walk ahead of them, and hoped the rest of the forces that would come later would have an easier time.
The path finders had landed almost thirty minutes before, and had already set up the beacons. Their next mission was to cause as much havoc as possible, until the main force regrouped. The were equipped with wire cutters, and harneses for climbing up phone poles, so as to cut the lines. They knew that if the Falkasians could not get any information, it would soon detierorate into complete chaos.
Two of the speacialty C-43s were beginning their drops, which were a mere two M60 Pattons, and four M2A3 Bradleys between them. Also included, were fifteen unviersal carriers, since they were to use speed, rather than force. They were not to fight unless they had no choice, but were merely to reinforce the Serinites, before continuing on to power stations. If they could destroy the stations, the country would be powerless, except for batteries, and this would greatly cause the military difficulties getting precious information.

OOC:My troops aren't there yet. That could be the advacned guard, and also if you remember, the C43 was the plane that you bought*can't spell* from me. It has 6 jet engines, and two propellers. The proppellers are meant for shorter take offs, and the touch and go landings. I'll just go with what you have though. Any problems with my advanced guard landed before this? If so I'll change the below message. If I do any GodModding, let me know, and I'll change it.

IC:As the paratroopers, and Ketsnaz began to prepare their gear for the jump, the pilots were bringing the planes out of the cloud cover. Quickly, the red light came, with the platoon sergeants yelling at the troops to go. As they jumped into the icy, roaring blast that was the sky, their white, and red parachutes began to sprout out like a butterflies wings. As they carefully maneuvered the parachutes to land in the feilds, they looked down at the populace that they had already disturbed. They had not been sent to land in these areas beleiving that there would be many pill boxes, but in fact they were civilian houses. The winds, and bad GPS readings had landed them 15 miles from their target drop zone. They would have a long walk ahead of them, and hoped the rest of the forces that would come later would have an easier time.
The path finders had landed almost thirty minutes before, and had already set up the beacons. Their next mission was to cause as much havoc as possible, until the main force regrouped. The were equipped with wire cutters, and harneses for climbing up phone poles, so as to cut the lines. They knew that if the Falkasians could not get any information, it would soon detierorate into complete chaos.
Two of the speacialty C-43s were beginning their drops, which were a mere two M60 Pattons, and four M2A3 Bradleys between them. Also included, were fifteen unviersal carriers, since they were to use speed, rather than force. They were not to fight unless they had no choice, but were merely to reinforce the Serinites, before continuing on to power stations. If they could destroy the stations, the country would be powerless, except for batteries, and this would greatly cause the military difficulties getting precious information.

OOC: Nope, don't mind. I'll pretty much go with whatever you do. I forgot that I boguht the C-43 from you. Well, I guess it came in handy now, lol. Batteries ftw, lol.

OOC:apparently :) would you give me info on th size of powerstations, locations, and what kind of terrain your country is.

The base had been set on high-alert after the situation in Ekaterine, as well as the numerous reports of airborne troops wandering about in the Falkasian countryside. When gunfire erupted from the Southeast corner of the base, all the entire garrison scrambled to their battle positions. As they ran, a voice came over the intercom, barely understandable of the blaring of sirens. "Battlestations! Battlestations! All soldiers report to battlestations! Red Alert! Confirmed Tango Presence, Southeast Corner! Al lsoldiers report to Battlestations!"

As positions were taken and fortified throughout the base, soldiers on the southeastern edge were already under intense fire. The advantage though, was the fact that they held the high-ground.


Yet, the snipers had anticipated this, and thus detached from the main force and ran left, breaking around the barrier that shaped the fort into a square. They circled around and attacked from behind, while the AK-47 men dived the same way, rolling and then setting their backs to the wall.

OOC: idk daiwiz.

OOC:to some extent, that could be considered GMing, but how you worded it was nice. You didn't say that they had already been there. Had you, I'd have said it was GodModding.

OOC:no offense NLO, but I was asking Falk. It's his country, so he decides on the terrain lol. I've done the same as you before lol.

OOC: What could be considered godmodding?

OOC: I don't care about it Daiwiz, I mean what you said "No offence NLO". I was just saying he's not told any of us yet.

OOC:whatever, I'm brain dead. Ignore any posts of mine that make no sense.

OOC: BB everyone! I will return tommorrow.

OOC:apparently :) would you give me info on th size of powerstations, locations, and what kind of terrain your country is.

My country is mainly plains, hills, forests, hilly plains, and hilly forests in the central parts. In the north, the topography is much different. Up north near Ikov, it's more Alpine and mountainous, with thick forests and steep mountains. Kind of chilly too.

OOC: BB everyone! I will return tommorrow.

OOC: Cya.

OOC:k cya NLO. Thanks for the terrain. Any pics of the power plants, and where they are located? I'm assuming you are kinda like italy, and Sicily.

OOC: Yes, have you ever played the game Arma?

OOC:Arma? Never heard of it. What kind of game?

Yet, the snipers had anticipated this, and thus detached from the main force and ran left, breaking around the barrier that shaped the fort into a square. They circled around and attacked from behind, while the AK-47 men dived the same way, rolling and then setting their backs to the wall.

Seeing the snipers flanking, machinegun towers positioned along the base fence and farther inside opened up on the approaching soldiers, spraying successive streams of lead in an attempt to pin them down.

Casualties:
2 Dead
3 Wounded

OOC:Arma? Never heard of it. What kind of game?

OOC: Tactical FPS. Ever heard of Operation: Flashpoint?

As the forces landed, the pathfinders had successfully clipped the phone lines in the area. The troops landed, and quickly began to roll up their chutes, and search for the tanks. The commander in cheif of this operation took out an encrypted cellphone, and began to dail in the number for the military cheifs.
"This is the CO of operation Falcon. We have landed successfuly, no hostiles. We are off course, and half the force is farther away. The bunkers were just farmhouses. Out" He flipped up the bottom, as he looked up to watch the last of the troops, and the heavy weapons crates drop.
Meanwhile, the troops that had been blown away landed in a mountainous area, that they quickly figured out was the opposite side of the Ikon military base. They were just close enough to hear the pitter patter of machine guns, and sudden claps of thunder as explosives went off. All but one of them was a private, and so they were without orders, for now. The sergeant quickly found a radio, and let the CO know of their positions, and request orders. They numbered a mere fifty, but included twenty Ketsnaz troopers, along with the Airborne soldiers. Becuase they missed the DZ, their heavy equipment like rocket launchers, had been dropped somewhere else, all except for a single crate. In that crate was ammunition, twenty PanzerFaust 3Ts, and five XM312 heavy machine guns. Their orders were then to move into assaulting positions, and to hold there until the rest of the force succeeded in reaching the area. Unfortunately, military command did not realize that it was mountainous terrain, and so the tanks would becom a liability. They would be moving in without tank support.

OOC:i think so. Did i leave anything out of my last post, that you would like? I currently have a total of 200 troops on the ground, not including crews of the tanks. No problems with being 50 more than what you said?

"What on earth is this!?" remarked Premier Moreskae, he was an aging man, about fifty seven, with a bald patch so incredibly reflective you could see your face in it. The rest of his hair was neatly arranged to attempt to conceal said bald patch, he was quite short, and only about 5 foot 6 inches, he had a rough, dark brown mustache that completely covered his upper lip.
"Hostages!?" he roared, as he flipped through the pages of the report, "Bio-Hazards!?", and this took you how long to get the news to me?". "Um...One day sir..." uttered a young man, sitting on a chair about two seats to the right of the Premier, "We just didn't get word of it unti-" "UNTIL WHAT?! Is there some sort of full-on conflict raging now!?" interrupted Mr. Moreskae. "Until it really became...erm...international news.", squeaked the cowering man. "Well your job is to get word of it BEFORE the rest of the world, pathetic imbecele.", he grunted, followed by a loud sigh, "I want a meeting with the President, King, whoever leads that place. Where is my Foreign Secretary!? OOLLGAAAAAAAA!!!" He bellowed, echoing through the marble halls of the building. "Sir?" replied a middle-aged woman in her forties, speaking from behind the room's slightly-opened towering wooden doors, "Get me the leader of Fal...Fal...damnit!", he rushed to his papers, flipping through the pages in a hurry, "Ah, Falkasia! Yes! Get me the Leader of Falkasia! Arrange a meeting!", "You mean the Prime Minister?" Olga replied, smugly. "Yes! The prime minister, damnit! Just do it, that's your job isn't it?" he stared her down with a rigid frown upon his face. "Yes sir!", Olga rushed out of the room, her high heels producing a loud clippety-clop on the marble floors of the halls.
"I think today is going to be a good day for political relations." announced The Premier, to his advisors, sitting around the long, Oak table with their arms crossed. "A good day indeed."

OOC:i think so. Did i leave anything out of my last post, that you would like? I currently have a total of 200 troops on the ground, not including crews of the tanks. No problems with being 50 more than what you said?

OOC: No, no problem.

"What on earth is this!?" remarked Premier Moreskae, he was an aging man, about fifty seven, with a bald patch so incredibly reflective you could see your face in it. The rest of his hair was neatly arranged to attempt to conceal said bald patch, he was quite short, and only about 5 foot 6 inches, he had a rough, dark brown mustache that completely covered his upper lip.
"Hostages!?" he roared, as he flipped through the pages of the report, "Bio-Hazards!?", and this took you how long to get the news to me?". "Um...One day sir..." uttered a young man, sitting on a chair about two seats to the right of the Premier, "We just didn't get word of it unti-" "UNTIL WHAT?! Is there some sort of full-on conflict raging now!?" interrupted Mr. Moreskae. "Until it really became...erm...international news.", squeaked the cowering man. "Well your job is to get word of it BEFORE the rest of the world, pathetic imbecele.", he grunted, followed by a loud sigh, "I want a meeting with the President, King, whoever leads that place. Where is my Foreign Secretary!? OOLLGAAAAAAAA!!!" He bellowed, echoing through the marble halls of the building. "Sir?" replied a middle-aged woman in her forties, speaking from behind the room's slightly-opened towering wooden doors, "Get me the leader of Fal...Fal...damnit!", he rushed to his papers, flipping through the pages in a hurry, "Ah, Falkasia! Yes! Get me the Leader of Falkasia! Arrange a meeting!", "You mean the Prime Minister?" Olga replied, smugly. "Yes! The prime minister, damnit! Just do it, that's your job isn't it?" he stared her down with a rigid frown upon his face. "Yes sir!", Olga rushed out of the room, her high heels producing a loud clippety-clop on the marble floors of the halls.
"I think today is going to be a good day for political relations." announced The Premier, to his advisors, sitting around the long, Oak table with their arms crossed. "A good day indeed."

OOC: Nice post. Made me laugh for 5 minutes on that one. Welcome to the RP!

OOC: Hi there. My name's Mr-Butlins, sadly, I decided it's against my morals to name my country Mr-Butlins, so here I am, I've had a bunch of RP experience on multiple forums, games and so on. How did I do for my first post EVER on this site?

OOC: Nice post. Made me laugh for 5 minutes on that one. Welcome to the RP!

OOC: Heheh, thanks. I like constructing stubborn, slapstick characters.

OOC:alright then. Porinn, mind if i ask what side you will be on? Very nice :) I apologize for my pathetic writingright now. As i keep saying, y brain is dead.

OOC: Hi there. My name's Mr-Butlins, sadly, I decided it's against my morals to name my country Mr-Butlins, so here I am, I've had a bunch of RP experience on multiple forums, games and so on. How did I do for my first post EVER on this site?

OOC: Actually, excellent. That's a good post, rating up there with those of the larger nations. I'll respond IC as soon as I can.
As for Daiwiz question, there are three sides I can think of; Terrorists (The FRA), with me, or a third party.

OOC: I plan on being on the Falkasian side.

Note: The whole uninformed bickering of Premier Moreskae actually relates to the fact that in the middle of typing that post, I couldn't remember your country name or the head of state's title e.g. prime minister.

OOC: I plan on being on the Falkasian side.

OOC: Thanks. My Ikov Military Base is about to be pounded into pulp from two sides.

OOC:*laughs evily* It wont get pounded to pulp, unless we outnumber you. My forces probably have better training however, since the airborne are the elite, and the Ketsnaz are the elite of the elite. So it's now a two on two battle :) by the way, how many troops do you have at the base? I also forgot to say what my troops have lol. I also forgot to say that they paradropped modified M119 Howitzers. They have:HK XM29 SABR OICWs, XM312 heavy mahcine guns, Dragon skin class five armor, Mk 19 40 mm automatic grenade launcher, 7.62mm M240 machine gun, 2B9 Vasilek mortar, PanzerFaust 3Ts, Heckler and Koch G36s, FIM 92 Stinger AA missiles, assorted sidearms, and 50.cal machine guns mounted on the universal carriers. This is the entire weaponry that they are using currently, for both the airborne, and the Ketsnaz. If this keeps evolving, might I bring in my navy, and begin to launch a full out invasion, so as to allow the terrorists to plant a leader that is to their liking, and mine? This would be much later.

OOC: An average amount, roughly a battalion, as well as some air support and armor.

OOC: Thanks. My Ikov Military Base is about to be pounded into pulp from two sides.

OOC: Cons-
My army is in no way suited to your sort of terrain.
I'll probably send some rag-tag soldiers with weak equipment, cost effectiveness comes before foreign relations!
Pros-
My army is well trained and can adapt to many types of terrain.
Where we lack in strength and tactics we have numbers, approximately 4.9 percent of my population propagandised into military service.

As the forces landed, the pathfinders had successfully clipped the phone lines in the area. The troops landed, and quickly began to roll up their chutes, and search for the tanks. The commander in cheif of this operation took out an encrypted cellphone, and began to dail in the number for the military cheifs.
"This is the CO of operation Falcon. We have landed successfuly, no hostiles. We are off course, and half the force is farther away. The bunkers were just farmhouses. Out" He flipped up the bottom, as he looked up to watch the last of the troops, and the heavy weapons crates drop.
Meanwhile, the troops that had been blown away landed in a mountainous area, that they quickly figured out was the opposite side of the Ikon military base. They were just close enough to hear the pitter patter of machine guns, and sudden claps of thunder as explosives went off. All but one of them was a private, and so they were without orders, for now. The sergeant quickly found a radio, and let the CO know of their positions, and request orders. They numbered a mere fifty, but included twenty Ketsnaz troopers, along with the Airborne soldiers. Becuase they missed the DZ, their heavy equipment like rocket launchers, had been dropped somewhere else, all except for a single crate. In that crate was ammunition, twenty PanzerFaust 3Ts, and five XM312 heavy machine guns. Their orders were then to move into assaulting positions, and to hold there until the rest of the force succeeded in reaching the area. Unfortunately, military command did not realize that it was mountainous terrain, and so the tanks would becom a liability. They would be moving in without tank support.

From atop an outpost on Mount Pire, the tallest peak in Falkasia, sentries were set on high-alert. Ikov was under attack, and they were to report in on any suspicious activities in the area. When they saw unidentifiable canopies open over the forest, they radioed Ikov for direction.

"Attention Ikov, this is Everett Station. We have confirmed visual reports of unknown canopy openings over the forest, nationality unknown. Please advise, over."

"We read you Everett. We have no operations going on in your area, but there may be some air force training going on. One hell of a time to train, I tell you! Let me check....... Negative, Air Force has no personnel in the area. Command is assuming they are hostiles. A force will be scrambled shortly to investigate, but in the mean, alert the other outposts of the approaching forces, over."

OOC:the first pro, and last con kinda go against eachother.

OOC:*laughs evily* It wont get pounded to pulp, unless we outnumber you. My forces probably have better training however, since the airborne are the elite, and the Ketsnaz are the elite of the elite. So it's now a two on two battle :) by the way, how many troops do you have at the base? I also forgot to say what my troops have lol. I also forgot to say that they paradropped modified M119 Howitzers. They have:HK XM29 SABR OICWs, XM312 heavy mahcine guns, Dragon skin class five armor, Mk 19 40 mm automatic grenade launcher, 7.62mm M240 machine gun, 2B9 Vasilek mortar, PanzerFaust 3Ts, Heckler and Koch G36s, FIM 92 Stinger AA missiles, assorted sidearms, and 50.cal machine guns mounted on the universal carriers. This is the entire weaponry that they are using currently, for both the airborne, and the Ketsnaz. If this keeps evolving, might I bring in my navy, and begin to launch a full out invasion, so as to allow the terrorists to plant a leader that is to their liking, and mine? This would be much later.

NO, no fullscale invasions! I like my Prime Minister, and I'm not about to become a slave of your likes! Anyways, If I did let you invade me, could trade my men one for one, and I'd still win against your forces because I have more soldiers, lol!

OOC:damn lol. Was hoping for a surprise. Might I just send them in? They could alternatively ambush your force. Take your pick. This is just to try and put strategy.

OOC:lol good point. I didn't mean right now. That would be far in the future.

"What on earth is this!?" remarked Premier Moreskae, he was an aging man, about fifty seven, with a bald patch so incredibly reflective you could see your face in it. The rest of his hair was neatly arranged to attempt to conceal said bald patch, he was quite short, and only about 5 foot 6 inches, he had a rough, dark brown mustache that completely covered his upper lip.
"Hostages!?" he roared, as he flipped through the pages of the report, "Bio-Hazards!?", and this took you how long to get the news to me?". "Um...One day sir..." uttered a young man, sitting on a chair about two seats to the right of the Premier, "We just didn't get word of it unti-" "UNTIL WHAT?! Is there some sort of full-on conflict raging now!?" interrupted Mr. Moreskae. "Until it really became...erm...international news.", squeaked the cowering man. "Well your job is to get word of it BEFORE the rest of the world, pathetic imbecele.", he grunted, followed by a loud sigh, "I want a meeting with the President, King, whoever leads that place. Where is my Foreign Secretary!? OOLLGAAAAAAAA!!!" He bellowed, echoing through the marble halls of the building. "Sir?" replied a middle-aged woman in her forties, speaking from behind the room's slightly-opened towering wooden doors, "Get me the leader of Fal...Fal...damnit!", he rushed to his papers, flipping through the pages in a hurry, "Ah, Falkasia! Yes! Get me the Leader of Falkasia! Arrange a meeting!", "You mean the Prime Minister?" Olga replied, smugly. "Yes! The prime minister, damnit! Just do it, that's your job isn't it?" he stared her down with a rigid frown upon his face. "Yes sir!", Olga rushed out of the room, her high heels producing a loud clippety-clop on the marble floors of the halls.
"I think today is going to be a good day for political relations." announced The Premier, to his advisors, sitting around the long, Oak table with their arms crossed. "A good day indeed."

A phone rang in the Prime Minister's office, startling him from deep thought. He reached for it and placed it next to his ear. "Hello?"

OOC: Yeah, that's the whole good news/bad news feel of it! ;) I said MOST terrains, we'll probably trip and stumble, but we'll get to the location.

OOC:lol alright then. Depending on where you land, would depend on how many losses. Also who's in the area, and how long they've been there, and wether you are surprising them.

OOC:damn lol. Was hoping for a surprise. Might I just send them in? They could alternatively ambush your force. Take your pick. This is just to try and put strategy.

I don't care. The strategy is up to you.

OOC:lol good point. I didn't mean right now. That would be far in the future.
Possibly.....

"Hello? Is this the Prime Minister of Falkasia speaking? I am the Foreign Secretary of The United States of Porrin, Olga Klakiat, is it possible to arrange a meeting regarding the err, current events unfolding within your very borders?"

"Hello? Is this the Prime Minister of Falkasia speaking? I am the Foreign Secretary of The United States of Porrin, Olga Klakiat, is it possible to arrange a meeting regarding the err, current events unfolding within your very borders?"

"Meeting? Possibly, but we are currently involved in a few foreign incursions at the moment, and it may not necessarily be safe to have a face to face meeting. Would a tele-conference work, perhaps?"

OOC:lol alright then. Depending on where you land, would depend on how many losses. Also who's in the area, and how long they've been there, and wether you are surprising them.

OOC: We'd probably suffer high casualties if we just went BOOM BOOM running into the military base trying to defend the Falkasians, I plan on sending in a maybe one hundred and so strong force to secure various points around the Museum, seeing as IC, I don't even know about your elite airborne troops dropping in.

OOC: We'd probably suffer high casualties if we just went BOOM BOOM running into the military base trying to defend the Falkasians, I plan on sending in a maybe one hundred and so strong force to secure various points around the Museum, seeing as IC, I don't even know about your elite airborne troops dropping in.

OOC: For the time being, the museum is secure. A barricade has been set up encircling the location, guarded by SWAT, Police, and Army Personnel. We als have Sniper Teams in the area too, but not enough.

"Meeting? Possibly, but we are currently involved in a few foreign incursions at the moment, and it may not necessarily be safe to have a face to face meeting. Would a tele-conference work, perhaps?"

"Absolutely. Attendees will include, well, of course, The Premier himself, myself, The Secretary of Defence and possibly a few advisors. We must act quickly, this isn't an entirely stable situation."

OOC: For the time being, the museum is secure. A barricade has been set up encircling the location, guarded by SWAT, Police, and Army Personnel. We als have Sniper Teams in the area too, but not enough.

OOC: Then how about securing the city? We could set up barricades, checkpoints etc if the citizens started getting all rowdy providing that's how you want the RP to go.

"Absolutely. Attendees will include, well, of course, The Premier himself, myself, The Secretary of Defence and possibly a few advisors. We must act quickly, this isn't an entirely stable situation."

"You don't say. I'll tell my assitant to bring the projector and screen into my office and hail my top general as well. We'll be ready to go in a few minutes."

OOC:*laughs evily, and rubs hands* time for the slaughter to begin. I think too much about strategy lol. I'm gonna eat, but will be at the computer. And good point Porinn. I probably won't do a whole lot else until the force of falkasians falls into my trap, or I get attacked.

IC:As the troops began to near the edge of the forest, they had a nice look at the current warzone raging in the Ikon base. The attacking forces seemed to be losing at that point, and it only confirmed it when a force began to head in their direction. "Damnit"s and other words began to echo throughout the group, as they realized that the canopies had been noticed.
"Head back into the trees, and lay traps as you go. Make your path look obvious, and lay tripwires. Get into the trees, set up the MGs in converging feilds of fire, and goddamnit, hold your fire until I give the order." Whispered the sergeant as he began to head back into the trees. They began to lay tripwires, wired to grenades, as they moved back, hoping that the booby traps would be of use.
Meanwhile, fifteen miles away, the other forces began to move out. All of the infantry were piled into either the carriers, or onto the tanks. The guns were being towed by the carriers, and they were making headway. They would reach the base within one hour, if all went according to plan.

OOC: Then how about securing the city? We could set up barricades, checkpoints etc if the citizens started getting all rowdy providing that's how you want the RP to go.

OOC: The vast majority of citizens are loyal, and the terrorist attack was a fluke, per say. Most of the terrorist loyals are up north. The cities are relatively secure. You cans til lsend soldiers down there though. I'm gonna need some people to deal with the paratroopers in the farmland.

OOC:*smiles* They won't be there for long. Their main objective is the Ikon base, and any power stations, or other important targets they find. They are moving out of the farmland in a mounted attack pattern. Basically they are in a seemingly unorganized group.

"You don't say. I'll tell my assitant to bring the projector and screen into my office and hail my top general as well. We'll be ready to go in a few minutes."

"Understood. I'll inform The Premier. Thank you for your time.", she said sternly, hanging up the phone. Olga had little experience with dealing with conflicts or wars, and was a little shaken by the whole experience, she took a deep breath and marched out of her office. She hurried down the hallway to The Premier's office, knocking the door politely and then entering calmly, "Sir, all is arranged, we will speak to the Prime Minister via tele-conference, I'll get someone to fetch the screen and projector". "We have a screen and a projector now? Why am I never informed of these things?" he asked, rhetorically. Olga left the room, returning seven minutes later with a few men carrying the necessary equipment. The Premier stroked his mustache, and sat back in his chair as the men began to set up the equipment.

OOC:is the moustache well groomed, or a big fat furry caterpillar? Just wondering.

OOC: I treasure this guy's mustache like a bar of gold. It's well groomed, think Saddam Hussein, not that the Premier is a corrupt dictator or anything. *Shifty eyes*

OOC:lol. so like someone cut grass with surgeon scissors, or safety scissors?

OOC:lol. so like someone cut grass with surgeon scissors, or safety scissors?

OOC: You can think of it like that, yeah.;)

OOC:rofl ok then. *stares at bald spot* My eyes! The shine! It burns! Bald, Bald, Bald! mmmm shishkebabs. *posts picture of saddam over body of PM*

OOC: Hehe, I was thinking of Putin while making this guy, and the moustache just sort of clicked with the bald patch

OOC:*laughs evily, and rubs hands* time for the slaughter to begin. I think too much about strategy lol.

IC:As the troops began to near the edge of the forest, they had a nice look at the current warzone raging in the Ikon base. The attacking forces seemed to be losing at that point, and it only confirmed it when a force began to head in their direction. "Damnit"s and other words began to echo throughout the group, as they realized that the canopies had been noticed.
"Head back into the trees, and lay traps as you go. Make your path look obvious, and lay tripwires. Get into the trees, set up the MGs in converging feilds of fire, and goddamnit, hold your fire until I give the order." Whispered the sergeant as he began to head back into the trees. They began to lay tripwires, wired to grenades, as they moved back, hoping that the booby traps would be of use.
Meanwhile, fifteen miles away, the other forces began to move out. All of the infantry were piled into either the carriers, or onto the tanks. The guns were being towed by the carriers, and they were making headway. They would reach the base within one hour, if all went according to plan.

Ikov Military Base
A small detachment of the base's garrison had be dispatched to investigate the sightings of parachutes. Driving out of the main gate in a convoy of 3 UAZ cars, 1 BMP-2 APC, and 2 URAL trucks, they approached the forest with great speed. Leaving the battle behind them, they sped through the winding dirt roads towards the Everett Station. Despite the fact terrorists had attacked Ekaterine and Ikov was being assaulted, it was an average drive through the wood. That all ended shortly after leaving the base. The lead UAZ exploded, catapulting the car and its passengers onto the side of the road. The entire convoy halted and took up defensive positions. They were not going down without a fight.

Falkasian Countryside:
Most of the farmers kept to themselves as the paratroopers advanced through the farmland, locking the doors and keeping a hunting rifle at hand. It was all generally quiet, as they moved towards the nearest power plant, of which was across the Falkasian Interstate I-12. here, they were greeted by a heavily dug-in detactment of the Falaksian 9th Mechanized Division.

OOC: alrighty then :) get the idea for the UAZs from red onslought? I'll just go with the idea that i booby trapped the road. mind if i throw in some mines to boot? I'm eating so im typing one handed. I'll put down the fight once im finished

OOC: alrighty then :) get the idea for the UAZs from red onslought? I'll just go with the idea that i booby trapped the road. mind if i throw in some mines to boot? I'm eating so im typing one handed. I'll put down the fight once im finished

OOC: Sure. Read part two of the post as well.

OOC: So, should we do the video conference now? Or is Combat+Conference a bit much?

OOC: So, should we do the video conference now? Or is Combat+Conference a bit much?

OOC: No, it's not. I'm ready.

OOC: No, it's not. I'm ready.

OOC: Righty, I'll start it if that's okay with you.

OOC: Righty, I'll start it if that's okay with you.

OOC: Let's do it.

The men at the projector finished setting up the equipment, and patched in to the Falkasian Prime Minister. The Premier raised an eyebrow at the Prime Minister, and turned his head quickly to his General, Johanssen Nerovich, and quickly back to the Prime Minister. "Thank you for arranging this with my Foreign Secretary, where do we start?"

OOC:im eating, so ill just follow along. hard to type one handed.

OOC: Possible job prospects for the Premier-
Anchorman
Hugh Hefner stand-in
Infomercial presenter

OOC:rofl. like the infomercial. what about a televangelist?

OOC: Donate a dollar today, and support Jesus. DO IT GODDAMNIT, I DON'T HAVE ALL DAY. WHERE'S MY COFFEE!? OLGAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!

OOC:i can see that rofl. Sounds like my teacher when we didnt get assignments in rofl.

The men at the projector finished setting up the equipment, and patched in to the Falkasian Prime Minister. The Premier raised an eyebrow at the Prime Minister, and turned his head quickly to his General, Johanssen Nerovich, and quickly back to the Prime Minister. "Thank you for arranging this with my Foreign Secretary, where do we start?"

"We'll start with our current situation. The Republic of Falkasia is in a dark hour at this very moment. We are being ravaged by terrorist attacks and foreign incursions by enemy forces. To put it simply, we need all the help we can get. Oh, and did I mention that the terrorists who ahve taken over our museum threaten to launch biological warheads at all major cities in Europe if we don't meet their demands?"

"We'll start with our current situation. The Republic of Falkasia is in a dark hour at this very moment. We are being ravaged by terrorist attacks and foreign incursions by enemy forces. To put it simply, we need all the help we can get. Oh, and did I mention that the terrorists who ahve taken over our museum threaten to launch biological warheads at all major cities in Europe if we don't meet their demands?"

The Premier let out a loud sigh, "Yes, I've heard. It's all over the news. I don't want a repeat of the Mornes disaster of 1982. I'll hand you over to my General.", the General stepped in, standing next to the Premier he was like a giant at almost seven feet tall, he had a very rough look on his face, and bad, cracked, pore covered skin. "We have several squads on standby ready to drop into whichever location you wish within your borders. They will be dropped in via Lockheed Martin C-130J Super Hercules, along with all-terrain vehicle drops and various munitions. We're ready, all we need is a location.".

OOC: The Mornes Disaster of 1982! Well, here goes. Mornes is the capital city of Porinn, and to put it simply, back in '82 terrorists attacked several public transit systems including subways, buses, trains etc with a VX nerve gas agent, killing 829 civilians and 24 law enforcement officers.

The Premier let out a loud sigh, "Yes, I've heard. It's all over the news. I don't want a repeat of the Mornes disaster of 1982. I'll hand you over to my General.", the General stepped in, standing next to the Premier he was like a giant at almost seven feet tall, he had a very rough look on his face, and bad, cracked, pore covered skin. "We have several squads on standby ready to drop into whichever location you wish within your borders. They will be dropped in via Lockheed Martin C-130J Super Hercules, along with all-terrain vehicle drops and various munitions. We're ready, all we need is a location."

OOC: I assumed it must have been a large, terror related disaster.

"Ekaterine," The Prime Minister replied. "We need them in the Ekaterine countryside. We've got reports of paratroopers there, and although we've deployed the 9th Mech. to cut them off, we need someone to cut them off from retreating as well. If you can help us with this, we woudl greatly appreciate it." The Prime Minister turned his head and looked out his office window, a nervous habit of his when he has a lot on his mind.

OOC:*gulp*wow. Ok im finished. Will wait for you to finish the conference, unless you want the battle to start now.

OOC: Damn, gotta go, seeing as I'm GMT and it's 2 am. I'll try and be on as soon as possible. Which is about 12 hours, goodbye. How do I account for this with RP? Twelve hours it takes for the deployment and preparation?

OOC:*gulp*wow. Ok im finished. Will wait for you to finish the conference, unless you want the battle to start now.

OOC: No, go ahead. I can handle a conference and a battle at the same time.

OOC: Damn, gotta go, seeing as I'm GMT and it's 2 am. I'll try and be on as soon as possible. Which is about 12 hours, goodbye. How do I account for this with RP? Twelve hours it takes for the deployment and preparation?

OOC: Sure. I live in US, so I'll be on late afternoon for you.

OOC: I assumed it must have been a large, terror related disaster.

"Ekaterine," The Prime Minister replied. "We need them in the Ekaterine countryside. We've got reports of paratroopers there, and although we've deployed the 9th Mech. to cut them off, we need someone to cut them off from retreating as well. If you can help us with this, we woudl greatly appreciate it." The Prime Minister turned his head and looked out his office window, a nervous habit of his when he has a lot on his mind.

"Understood, I'll prepare and brief the squads of their tasks, and get the deployment ready, ETA 12-13 hours. God speed, Falkasia." The video-conferencing session ended, and The Premier sat there in the darkened room, as his advisors left, and the equipment handlers dismantled the screen, and took a deep breath, stroking his moustache, "I need a goddamn smoke. OLGAAAAAAAA!"

OOC: Seeya guys. Good luck with the RP.

"Understood, I'll prepare and brief the squads of their tasks, and get the deployment ready, ETA 12-13 hours. God speed, Falkasia." The video-conferencing session ended, and The Premier sat there in the darkened room, as his advisors left, and the equipment handlers dismantled the screen, and took a deep breath, stroking his moustache, "I need a goddamn smoke. OLGAAAAAAAA!"

OOC: Ok, see you tommorrow!

OOC:I'm a little bit faster than him, so about mid afternoon. Cya, and g'night. Perhaps the conference is frozen in time rofl. I suggest telling about the forces tommorrow. I have split up the force, with one on each side of the road, aimed towards the tripwired area. How about we finish the battle between my miss dropped force, and then leave it for the night. We could start up the shop, if you want. It's just that we probably shouldn't do anything when only half of us are here.

IC:As the lead UAZ went up in a great fireball, the Falkasian troops began to pile out. The troops had anticipated this, and quickly began to set off the remote explosives that they had on hand. They were hidden in the dense jungle holding fire, and their breaths. Once the explosives went off, the sergeant gave the order. Quickly, the XM312 machine guns let loose with a hail of bullets, catching the troops in a crossfire. The Ketsnaz had climbed up trees, and began to fire their G36s on full auto, spraying the Falksians. The rest of the troops began to let loose with their small arms, while an anti tank squad snuck towards the trucks. They were to let loose the two PanzerFaust rockets onto the enemies position, and then use their small arms. They hoped they'd be able to commandeer the vehicles, but it appeared that it would be quite unlikely.

Ten miles away, a lone little civilian car had been taken to work as an advanced scout. The single squad had borrowed some clothes from a washing line, and were sent ahead. They were to make sure that the main force didn't get ambushed, or cut off.

OOC:I'm a little bit faster than him, so about mid afternoon. Cya, and g'night. Perhaps the conference is frozen in time rofl. I suggest telling about the forces tommorrow. I have split up the force, with one on each side of the road, aimed towards the tripwired area. How about we finish the battle between my miss dropped force, and then leave it for the night. We could start up the shop, if you want. It's just that we probably shouldn't do anything when only half of us are here.

IC:As the lead UAZ went up in a great fireball, the Falkasian troops began to pile out. The troops had anticipated this, and quickly began to set off the remote explosives that they had on hand. They were hidden in the dense jungle holding fire, and their breaths. Once the explosives went off, the sergeant gave the order. Quickly, the XM312 machine guns let loose with a hail of bullets, catching the troops in a crossfire. The Ketsnaz had climbed up trees, and began to fire their G36s on full auto, spraying the Falksians. The rest of the troops began to let loose with their small arms, while an anti tank squad snuck towards the trucks. They were to let loose the two PanzerFaust rockets onto the enemies position, and then use their small arms. They hoped they'd be able to commandeer the vehicles, but it appeared that it would be quite unlikely.

Ten miles away, a lone little civilian car had been taken to work as an advanced scout. The single squad had borrowed some clothes from a washing line, and were sent ahead. They were to make sure that the main force didn't get ambushed, or cut off.

OOC: Yea, I agree. I'm off for a little bit. We can set up the store tommorrow.

OOC:alright then. Goodnight.

Klaxon bells sounded along the north-eastern Falkasian cost as multiple fast patrol boats carrying a platoon of EMC troops descended towards Port Kamov. Fifteen minutes of securing local civilian transportation, and they were once again underway, bound for the Capital carrying their secret "cargo".

OOC: Armed with standard assault rifles, a few grenades between them and a two three-man mortar teams.

47 men including the radio specialist, sargeant and platoon commander (lieutenant).

These are the rifleman squads I mentioned earlier, officially they are here to help enforce the quarantine.

Oh I also forgot to mention that all of my personnel are equipped with at the very least a gas mask.

"Civilian Transportation" is a mixture of cars and open-top trucks.

OOC: If the soldiers that landed in the fields were anywhere near the Capitol I could send my 100 man taskforce to prevent their retreat. They ain't doin much at the museum so it may be a good idea.

Would this be good with you Falkasia and Porinn?

OOC: Right, I'm back at the exact time I anticipated. Time for some RPing. Note: Why is almost EVERYONE against Falkasia!? Doesn't there have to be a reason you'd want to HELP some crazy biological terrorists wipe out Europe?

IC: The Hercules tore through the sky, the sound of its engines roaring, the inside of the cargo hold rattled, shaking the 60 or so troops and their vehicles, including 8 HUMVEEs, and two Armed Personnel Carriers. Major Briggs held his Scoped Lee-Enfield rifle in his hands tightly, wrapping his arms around it, he had once again been put in charge of a rag-tag group of all the throwbacks in the Porinnian military that called themselves a 'task-force'. "Just nine more days" he mumbled, "Nine more days until all I have to do is sit at a desk and sort papers.". The plane slowly came to a rough landing on a long patch of field in the middle of the Ekaterine Countryside. There was a loud clunk as the HUMVEEs and the APCs were released, and the cargo bay doors opened, the men piled out, nervously. They began to organise themselves into lines of 10, and the Major stepped forward. "Right, the objective, just to refresh your memory, is to cut off the retreats of these reported 'paratroopers', A Platoon, you'll head out north, B Platoon, you'll head out north-west, you will both be accompanied by a fire support team of 5 men each. Move slowly, we don't want to miss any hidden groups of enemies. Suit yourself to the terrain, we're heading out.", and with that, the cargo bay doors closed, leaving the vehicles and the infantry in the countryside, the Platoons entered their vehicles, and drove off in two different directions, kicking a thick dust up into the air.
"Hey, Sarge!" shouted a young, loud-mouthed Private to the Sergeant of B-Platoon, "I heard you snapped a guy's neck back in the Revolution, and used his arms to take down a group o' Revolutionaries! That true?" asked the Private, eagerly. "What?! Where do you scrubs hear this shit? That's a load of crap. Was it Jonesy? HEY! JONESY! YOU BEEN FEEDING THE SCRUBS LIES AGAIN!?", a muffled laughing was heard from the direction of Corporal Jones, "Heh...Mheh...N-No...AHAHAHAHAH!!", he burst out into ecstatic laughter, failing to hold himself back, his face went completely red. "Goddamnit Jonesy, stop tellin' the rookies this shit!". Sarge snorted a mass of dust up his nostrils, and began coughing involuntary, "Fuckin' Jonesy...".

OOC: You for or against me and Falkasia, Parilisa?

OOC:I'm hoping they'll bring down the regime, and by helping them, they'll put in a leader who's....friendly with my nation.

OOC: I enjoy giving everyone I write about a personality, instead of "da troops jumpd out of da plane", I prefer "(x) jumped out of the plane, nervously, followed by (y)." for example.

OOC:yeah i used to do the smae thing, but im too brain dead, and tired for this. In my juntastan invasion *although nothing happened lulz* i gave names to the people. Will do that now. I was also planning to just send the force, because of its size, to the Ikon base. I'll just go with the power plant :) Also, Falk, where's your nation on the world map? I might be very close. I'm in southern africa, the very tip.

IC:As the main force kicked up grass and dirt, the scout car ahead had picked up something. "You might want to tell the CO, Charlie" exclaimed Sgt.Kralfot, as he noticed the heavily entrenched 9th mech. "Turn this tin can around, they are gonna stop us for info!" yelled out Kralfot, as they neared the line. It did a major U-turn, kicking up dust and grass as it went. They drove as fast as the car could go, hoping they wouldn't be followed back to the force.
As the advanced squad was escaping, a single CVL, the Neoble(aircraft carrier, light)was crashing through the strong waves, towards the Falkasian coast. It was flanked by two Iroqouis class destroyers, the Strgn and the Pt'a. It's orders were to keep up with the changing battle, by launching spy planes. They had modified C-43s, which were the workhorse of the TUSSDAF, which were equipped with the best intelligence equipment they could afford. As the first C-43 was finished fueling up, its pilot, Ivan Ishoken, and his crew, were finishing their briefing. They were to fly around the advancing paratroopers, and make certain that they didn't get outflanked.
Onboard the Neoble, were also ten Harrier jets, with two of them being launched, so as to defend the C-43, Flying Castle. They were manned by two pilots each, and had been outfitted with two cannons each, and four air-to-air missiles. Their orders were to protect the FlyingCastle no matter what, for the information that it may gather could mean the difference between life, and death for the paras.

OOC: My god, I've missed a lot, mind if I telegram you, Daiwiz to get me up to speed? Oh, and Falkasia, is the battle at Ikov Base over?

OOC: I'm doing applications for embassies in various countries, :D

OOC:the battle is still raging. I have a group of fifty men there, with yours on the other side. I just ambushed a platoon he sent out to investigate the chutes (i sent in paratroopers*. The rest of the force is 21 miles away, and areheading towards the nearest powerplant, and are about to be closed in on three sides. I also have a carrier stationed nearby.

OOC: Sorry about that guys. Kinda oversleeped. I'll answer each one of your posts as soon as possible.

Klaxon bells sounded along the north-eastern Falkasian cost as multiple fast patrol boats carrying a platoon of EMC troops descended towards Port Kamov. Fifteen minutes of securing local civilian transportation, and they were once again underway, bound for the Capital carrying their secret "cargo".

OOC: Armed with standard assault rifles, a few grenades between them and a two three-man mortar teams.

47 men including the radio specialist, sargeant and platoon commander (lieutenant).

These are the rifleman squads I mentioned earlier, officially they are here to help enforce the quarantine.

Oh I also forgot to mention that all of my personnel are equipped with at the very least a gas mask.

"Civilian Transportation" is a mixture of cars and open-top trucks.

Sounds fine to me. Welcome to the frenzy, lol. As you probably know, I'll need them in Karasov City.

OOC: If the soldiers that landed in the fields were anywhere near the Capitol I could send my 100 man taskforce to prevent their retreat. They ain't doin much at the museum so it may be a good idea.

Would this be good with you Falkasia and Porinn?

It'd be fine with me.

OOC:I'm hoping they'll bring down the regime, and by helping them, they'll put in a leader who's....friendly with my nation.

C'mon, aren't I already friendly with you? What, do you want some leader so kiss your feet and proclaim you god?

OOC: I'm doing applications for embassies in various countries, :D

Where can I post for one?

OOC: My god, I've missed a lot, mind if I telegram you, Daiwiz to get me up to speed? Oh, and Falkasia, is the battle at Ikov Base over?

Nope, battle's still raging. Hope to finish it once I wake up a little.

As for Daiwiz's question, where am I located, North Baltic.

OOC: You for or against me and Falkasia, Parilisa?

He's with me and you.

OOC: I'm gonna be making an embassy exchange thread soon Falkasia, everybody here's free to apply when it's up, as long as I don't get news of exactly who the Paratroopers are IC.

OOC: I should get a seal, a flag and um, other country related stuff to stick on the top of most things I do.

OOC:yeah i used to do the smae thing, but im too brain dead, and tired for this. In my juntastan invasion *although nothing happened lulz* i gave names to the people. Will do that now. I was also planning to just send the force, because of its size, to the Ikon base. I'll just go with the power plant :) Also, Falk, where's your nation on the world map? I might be very close. I'm in southern africa, the very tip.


IC:As the main force kicked up grass and dirt, the scout car ahead had picked up something. "You might want to tell the CO, Charlie" exclaimed Sgt.Kralfot, as he noticed the heavily entrenched 9th mech. "Turn this tin can around, they are gonna stop us for info!" yelled out Kralfot, as they neared the line. It did a major U-turn, kicking up dust and grass as it went. They drove as fast as the car could go, hoping they wouldn't be followed back to the force.
As the advanced squad was escaping, a single CVL, the Neoble(aircraft carrier, light)was crashing through the strong waves, towards the Falkasian coast. It was flanked by two Iroqouis class destroyers, the Strgn and the Pt'a. It's orders were to keep up with the changing battle, by launching spy planes. They had modified C-43s, which were the workhorse of the TUSSDAF, which were equipped with the best intelligence equipment they could afford. As the first C-43 was finished fueling up, its pilot, Ivan Ishoken, and his crew, were finishing their briefing. They were to fly around the advancing paratroopers, and make certain that they didn't get outflanked.
Onboard the Neoble, were also ten Harrier jets, with two of them being launched, so as to defend the C-43, Flying Castle. They were manned by two pilots each, and had been outfitted with two cannons each, and four air-to-air missiles. Their orders were to protect the FlyingCastle no matter what, for the information that it may gather could mean the difference between life, and death for the paras.

Port Kamov:
Admiral Iskev was in the bridge of the FNS Kazyenko, looking out across the placid waters, when an assistant approached him.

"Um, sir. You might want to have a look at this."

"Yes, what?" Iskev said, looking away and at a piece of paper in the assistant's hand. It was a RADAR cross-section printout.

"We've got reports that Daiwiz has moved a carrier into Falkasian waters. They are apparently escallanting the war. What should we do?"

The admiral looked out across the waters for a moment. He knew very well that the simple terrorist attack had played out just like Chaos theory had said it would. One little action causes somewhere huge consequences in another place. That other place was Falkasia today.

"Ok... here's what I'm gonna do. I want you to inform the Prime about our current situation, and request a conference with Daiwiz's leader. I want the carrier out of Falkasian waters. If they refuse, we'll blow it out of the water for them."

"Yes sir!" the assistant snapped, leaving quickly as the Admiral returned to staring out over the harbor.

Falkasian Interstate I-12:
The entrenced soldiers of the 9th Mechanized had been searching every vehicle that had passed, or had wanted to pass through the blockade, making sure that none harbored any traces of weapons or terrorists. It had been a boring, uneventful morning searching the cars for invisible enemies, but they knew that even the most minute task has some bearing on the rest of the country. When the group was approached by a typical civilian car later that morning, they thought nothing of it. Just another passer-by. However, when it suddenly and apparently withouty reason whipped around in a U-turn, the soldiers instantly were suspicious. They sctrambled 3 BMP-1s to chase the car, as well as radioed in for Far Support.

"Attention Ekaterine ATC, this is Interstate 12 Roadblock. We have confirmation of a suspicious target and request air support for tracking purposes. Please advise."

A few moments passed, followed by the crackle of static.

"Roger that I-12 Roadblock. Air support is en-route."

OOC: I'm gonna be making an embassy exchange thread soon Falkasia, everybody here's free to apply when it's up, as long as I don't get news of exactly who the Paratroopers are IC.

OOC: Ok, lol.

OOC: I should get a seal, a flag and um, other country related stuff to stick on the top of most things I do.

OOC: I can help you with that if you wish.

OOC: I made a post on that thread in Gameplay, but if I don't get a response, I'll come to you for help.

OOC: If anyone wants to do anything with the troops I deployed, keep in mind they're in the Ekaterine Countryside.

OOC: I made a post on that thread in Gameplay, but if I don't get a response, I'll come to you for help.

Ok. I'd be glad to help you.

OOC:aawww. ok then. Good morning aswell. iv been waiting four hours cause my caat woke me! And yes, thats exactly what I want them to do. Maybe a little extra cash to boot. Perhaps we should finish the ambush, and Ikon base attack before goig into anything else. I just wanted to have some air support, so that I could learn about the flanking from Porinn. Also, we are getting ganged up on lulz. Other than the ambush, I haven't attacked you yet rofl. Any problems with my having a navy nearby? To those that don't know, the C-43 has the average two engines on each wing, and engine on the underbelly, an engine on the tail, and two proppelers on the wings. I was bored, and in a crazy mood. It's a flying mule basically. I wouldn't mind joining the embassy.

IC:The Harriers began to lift off, with a woosh from the catapult. Steam drifted about from the backwash in thick clouds, covering sunglasses of the deck crew. The C-43 lumbered into position for launch, as if it was a flying behemoth. Ivan got the thumbs up from the catapult engineers, and so began to start up all eight engines. It neither jumped nor leaped into the air, but more was tossed into the spray and mist. It began to make a slow, and difficult climb to the sky, for this type of takeoff was the norm. The Harriers took up flanking positions, and they quickly climbed to 3,000 feet, and kep climbing.
"This is Spy bird one, ascending to angels, 3 9er. Over" Calmly spoke the radio operator into his mike, letting the carrier know of their current progress, and destination. From here on in, they were to maintain strict radio silence, for fear of the Falkasians picking up the signals. The three planes began to make their way to the coast, unknown of what awaited them.
As the planes were making their way, the main force continued it's quick march. They had come across little to no resistance so far, mostly made up of angry farmers with hunting rifles, and pitchforks. What they were most worried about at this point, was that the wives may give them a talking to. That is, until the advanced scouting party returned.
"Sir! We have heavily entrenched mechanized infantry, about four miles up!" Cried out , as the car reached the command Bradley.
"All right then. I was wondering when they would put up some resistance. Let the rest of the forces know, we are going to have to fight to get to their powerplant. Also, send out a team of the SAS, and set up the artillery peices as soon as we are in range. We are going to need those shells." Said the CO.

OOC: O_O Isn't the SAS exclusive to the United Kingdom?

OOC:I am under their durisdiction, or was until recently :) want me to change the name?

OOC:aawww. ok then. Good morning aswell. iv been waiting four hours cause my caat woke me! And yes, thats exactly what I want them to do. Maybe a little extra cash to boot. Perhaps we should finish the ambush, and Ikon base attack before goig into anything else. I just wanted to have some air support, so that I could learn about the flanking from Porinn. Also, we are getting ganged up on lulz. Other than the ambush, I haven't attacked you yet rofl. Any problems with my having a navy nearby? To those that don't know, the C-43 has the average two engines on each wing, and engine on the underbelly, an engine on the tail, and two proppelers on the wings. I was bored, and in a crazy mood. It's a flying mule basically. I wouldn't mind joining the embassy.

IC:The Harriers began to lift off, with a woosh from the catapult. Steam drifted about from the backwash in thick clouds, covering sunglasses of the deck crew. The C-43 lumbered into position for launch, as if it was a flying behemoth. Ivan got the thumbs up from the catapult engineers, and so began to start up all eight engines. It neither jumped nor leaped into the air, but more was tossed into the spray and mist. It began to make a slow, and difficult climb to the sky, for this type of takeoff was the norm. The Harriers took up flanking positions, and they quickly climbed to 3,000 feet, and kep climbing.
"This is Spy bird one, ascending to angels, 3 9er. Over" Calmly spoke the radio operator into his mike, letting the carrier know of their current progress, and destination. From here on in, they were to maintain strict radio silence, for fear of the Falkasians picking up the signals. The three planes began to make their way to the coast, unknown of what awaited them.
As the planes were making their way, the main force continued it's quick march. They had come across little to no resistance so far, mostly made up of angry farmers with hunting rifles, and pitchforks. What they were most worried about at this point, was that the wives may give them a talking to. That is, until the advanced scouting party returned.
"Sir! We have heavily entrenched mechanized infantry, about four miles up!" Cried out , as the car reached the command Bradley.
"All right then. I was wondering when they would put up some resistance. Let the rest of the forces know, we are going to have to fight to get to their powerplant. Also, send out a team of the SAS, and set up the artillery peices as soon as we are in range. We are going to need those shells." Said the CO.

OOC: Yea, let's finish the Ikov Ambush. It's Ikov, not Ikon.

Ikov Forest:
IC: All around the Falkasian, the trees seemed to explode with gun fire. They had fallen into an ambush, and were being decimated. As the soldiers poured out from their vehicles, the URALs in the rear exploded from recoiless shells, sending metal and other sharp fragments throughout the convoy and into the trees. The soldiers who hadn't been injured scurried into the nearby foliage of the forest for cover. The lone BMP began to reverse, peppering the trees with it's 73mm cannon and coaxial machinegun.

Casualties:
12 Dead
23 Wounded
2 URAL Trucks destroyed
1 UAZ destroyed
2 UAZs abandoned

OOC:sorry bout that. Also, it's your move in the ambush.

OOC:sorry bout that. Also, it's your move in the ambush.

OOC: I aready made it. Read post #210.

OOC:i posted before you edited, sorry. Now How well trained are your guys anyways? Bottom of the barrel, or elite here? Depending on such I'll alter casualties. Also, my casualties may not be the greatest since we caught you by surprise and were able to hose you down with bullets, as well as explosives.

IC: As the Falkasian platoon began to offload, the troopers were taking cover from the 73mm cannon. Trees seemed to explode from the shells, and the night came alive with gun shots, and muzzle blasts. The explosions created a permanent day, with the smell of codite from the grenade hanging in the air like a dangerous mist. The paratroopers began firing their weapons wildly, for the Falkasians had drifted like ghosts into the forest. The anti-tank squad was reseting for a shot on the last APC, for if it got away, they would be found out. Their plan would be ruined.
The heavy machine guns opened up, spraying the trees. Smoke, and wood chips were flying all over. Occasionaly the thunk thunk thunk of bullets hitting trees would change. The Falkasians were being decimated, but the paratroopers were showing their inexperience by occasionaly changing positions, and attacking, instead of staying on the defensive.
High up in the trees, the Ketsnaz began to open fire on their prey below, and in front of them. They had been given the light machine guns, and half of the PanzerFausts. A single Ketsnaz realized that if he did not take out the APC now, the attack may fail. He scrambled out of the tree once it was below him, landing on the top of it. He pulled a grenade out of his belt, and quickly went prone on the vehicle. He pulled the pin, counted to two, opened the hatch, and tossed it in.

OOC:i posted before you edited, sorry. Now How well trained are your guys anyways? Bottom of the barrel, or elite here? Depending on such I'll alter casualties. Also, my casualties may not be the greatest since we caught you by surprise and were able to hose you down with bullets, as well as explosives.

IC: As the Falkasian platoon began to offload, the troopers were taking cover from the 73mm cannon. Trees seemed to explode from the shells, and the night came alive with gun shots, and muzzle blasts. The explosions created a permanent day, with the smell of codite from the grenade hanging in the air like a dangerous mist. The paratroopers began firing their weapons wildly, for the Falkasians had drifted like ghosts into the forest. The anti-tank squad was reseting for a shot on the last APC, for if it got away, they would be found out. Their plan would be ruined.
The heavy machine guns opened up, spraying the trees. Smoke, and wood chips were flying all over. Occasionaly the thunk thunk thunk of bullets hitting trees would change. The Falkasians were being decimated, but the paratroopers were showing their inexperience by occasionaly changing positions, and attacking, instead of staying on the defensive.
High up in the trees, the Ketsnaz began to open fire on their prey below, and in front of them. They had been given the light machine guns, and half of the PanzerFausts. A single Ketsnaz realized that if he did not take out the APC now, the attack may fail. He scrambled out of the tree once it was below him, landing on the top of it. He pulled a grenade out of his belt, and quickly went prone on the vehicle. He pulled the pin, counted to two, opened the hatch, and tossed it in.

OOC: Think Soviets, but a little better. I understand about your casualties and the situation. I intend to take more casualties than you, as I was caught by surprise.

OOC:oopsie, i forgot to post my casualties :D ok they are as follows:
8 paras dead
1 Ketsnaz dead
12 wounded paras
3 wounded Ketsnaz
3 AT guns gone (one was blown apart from the 73 mm)

OOC:i posted before you edited, sorry. Now How well trained are your guys anyways? Bottom of the barrel, or elite here? Depending on such I'll alter casualties. Also, my casualties may not be the greatest since we caught you by surprise and were able to hose you down with bullets, as well as explosives.

IC: As the Falkasian platoon began to offload, the troopers were taking cover from the 73mm cannon. Trees seemed to explode from the shells, and the night came alive with gun shots, and muzzle blasts. The explosions created a permanent day, with the smell of codite from the grenade hanging in the air like a dangerous mist. The paratroopers began firing their weapons wildly, for the Falkasians had drifted like ghosts into the forest. The anti-tank squad was reseting for a shot on the last APC, for if it got away, they would be found out. Their plan would be ruined.
The heavy machine guns opened up, spraying the trees. Smoke, and wood chips were flying all over. Occasionaly the thunk thunk thunk of bullets hitting trees would change. The Falkasians were being decimated, but the paratroopers were showing their inexperience by occasionaly changing positions, and attacking, instead of staying on the defensive.
High up in the trees, the Ketsnaz began to open fire on their prey below, and in front of them. They had been given the light machine guns, and half of the PanzerFausts. A single Ketsnaz realized that if he did not take out the APC now, the attack may fail. He scrambled out of the tree once it was below him, landing on the top of it. He pulled a grenade out of his belt, and quickly went prone on the vehicle. He pulled the pin, counted to two, opened the hatch, and tossed it in.

The grenade dropped into the BMP's crew compartment, but came flying out a moment later by its extra vigiliant crew. This was followed by an AKS-74 Carbine, blind firing all over the BMP to try and cleanse it of any enemies.

The Falkasian soldiers had managed to set up a relatively weak defensive position, comprised of mostly downed trees and rocks arranged into a "foxhole"-like shape. Covering this position from all sides were PKM LMGs, lined up next to each other in a circle. Closer to the middle were the soldiers and any wounded they had saved.

If anyone tried to charge the position, or even attempt to grenade it, tehy would have been cut down before they were even in range. As for the soldiers in the middle, they were using a few captured PanzerFausts from the dead Ketsnaz to shoot down the trees, as well as peppering the road in front of them with 7.62 rounds of hell.

The Platoon sergeant, Alexei Vornok, was busy on his radio in the center of the "foxhole" calling for air support.

"This is Alpha Company, 2nd platoon! We are pinned down outside Ikov! Requesting close air support, Over!"

OOC:lulz. I haven't dropped any panzerfausts yet. 1 was blown to hell, and the other two were fired. The soldier that tried to take it over, is now dead lulz. Also I was only like 10 meters ahead of the lead truck. Shoulda specified that. Oh wells. The Ketsnaz are equipped with silencers, that also help as the muzzle guards (reduces the muzzle blast) and they are high up in the trees behind you. I probably have to go now, since people who are my aunts friends just showed up randoly, saying she invited them for a swim lulz. I'll stay for now. They may have the wrong house, since I don't recognize the name Sophia, or Rob.

OOC: My embassies thread is up. On a side note, lulz.

OOC:lulz. I haven't dropped any panzerfausts yet. 1 was blown to hell, and the other two were fired. The soldier that tried to take it over, is now dead lulz. Also I was only like 10 meters ahead of the lead truck. Shoulda specified that. Oh wells. The Ketsnaz are equipped with silencers, that also help as the muzzle guards (reduces the muzzle blast) and they are high up in the trees behind you. I probably have to go now, since people who are my aunts friends just showed up randoly, saying she invited them for a swim lulz. I'll stay for now. They may have the wrong house, since I don't recognize the name Sophia, or Rob.

OOC: Ok, so what do you want me to edit out?

Cool, can you post a link here?

OOC:k thanks. in international incidents right? Also, how many troops did you have total? My Ketsnaz are essentialy Spetsnaz. Sorry for the last bit. Is too much like a story, and also my aunt is here now, so I have to go. Cya.Continue without me if you want.

IC: As the fighting began to die down, the Ketsnaz continued their sniping, and machinegunning. One anti-tank Ketsnaz noticed the BMP below him, and so unshouldered his recoilless gun, as fast as he could. He quickly pulled the trigger, letting the rocket go with the smell of cordite, and a loud FWOOMP as the charge flew.
The other troopers were doing just as well, despite the fact that most were quite green. The Machine guns had only stopped their hail of bullets for mere seconds to change out barrels, and ammunition. The battle had only been raging for two minutes, and already it was obvious that the Falkasians had lost.

OOC:k thanks. in international incidents right? Also, how many troops did you have total? My Ketsnaz are essentialy Spetsnaz. Sorry for the last bit. Is too much like a story, and also my aunt is here now, so I have to go. Cya.Continue without me if you want.

IC: As the fighting began to die down, the Ketsnaz continued their sniping, and machinegunning. One anti-tank Ketsnaz noticed the BMP below him, and so unshouldered his recoilless gun, as fast as he could. He quickly pulled the trigger, letting the rocket go with the smell of cordite, and a loud FWOOMP as the charge flew.
The other troopers were doing just as well, despite the fact that most were quite green. The Machine guns had only stopped their hail of bullets for mere seconds to change out barrels, and ammunition. The battle had only been raging for two minutes, and already it was obvious that the Falkasians had lost.

OOC: Ok, cya. This'll be my last Ikov Ambush post for the day then, or until you get on. Oh, and I would say the battle is over just yet. My guys have holed up in a "foxhole" shaped defensive position.

IC: After what seemed an eternity, Alexei was able to hail Ikov ATC.

"This is Alpha Company, 2nd platoon! We are pinned down outside Ikov. Requesting close air support, over!"

"Roger that 2nd Platoon, we'll scramble a MiG to your location. ETA 5 minutes. Paint your targets, over!"

"Roger that." Alexei said, before screaming to his soldeirs at the top of his lungs. "Incoming! Pop smoke in the road and tree line! Air support is on the way!"

OOC: The great wait for him to come back will be boring.

OOC: The great wait for him to come back will be boring.

Yea, no kidding. I'm going offline for a while, so I guess I'll see you later.

OOC:damn lol. I just got back rofl. Had to go swimming.

OOC:damn lol. I just got back rofl. Had to go swimming.

OOC: Had too, or choose too, lol?

OOC:forced against my will not to seem rude type lulz. The gods that are moderators got angry at me lulz. Oh wells.

OOC: Ok, lol. The Moderators can be a bit....*looks both ways*....annoying. Hey, speaking of which, would you be interested in joining my micronation?

OOC: perhaps......Anyways,...i forget what i was gonne say :(

Ok. If you want to check it out, here's the link.

Link (http://www.freewebs.com/sarasovia/)

OOC:i feel speacial now :)

OOC:i feel speacial now :)

OOC: Ok, cool. If you do register, make sure you use a first and last name, of which may be an alias.

OOC:woopsy daisey lulz. I have an idea for a set of threads. Will be WW3 essentialy, and I'll TG the idea if you want to hear about it.

OOC: Sure. I'll take a hear.

((Bump, because Serinite says so))

((Bump mk2, because Serinite wants it to be))