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A military coup is currently underway in Tropicalo. (See: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=13873389#post13873389)

The forces of General Estarra, Commander of the Tropicalo military and leader of the coup have began to march on the capitol city and are on the border between the suburban neighborhoods and the city center. Loyalist forces are largely dug in around the Presidential Palace. President Quintana has issued a statement requesting international assistance, doubting the loyalists can hold out for very long. General Estarra has issued a similar statement warning foreign states to stay out of what is an internal affair. He claims that he is the champion of the people and is removing a corrupt government. He states that fair elections will take place as soon as the old regime is removed.

However, General Estarra is not above taking an insurance policy against international involvment.

Tropicalo is a popular tourist destination that caters to the world's wealthy, and eco-tourists. The General's troops have just stormed La Grand Tropican Hotel and has "detained" several hostages that include prominant businessmen, celebrities, politicians, and other assorted VIPS from a variety of nations, including yours. The General has made it clear that the "guests" from your nation will be released as soon as the current regime is overturned and shall remain safe so long as your nation does not interfere with the coup.

TO: General Estarra
FROM: Kingdom of Lynion, Vamperial Guardian Jaxson Lee King

It has come to my attention that you have a handful of our citizens. We request that you allow our people to go of face our wrath! The choice is yours.

Within minutes of rebel soldiers storming La Grand Tropican Hotel guests were calling and texting loved ones, the authorities and their own consulates for help. Etoile Arcture's high commission had been among those fielding calls from their own frightened citizens when abruptly the lines went dead as the rebels begun confiscating cellphones.

What information that had been gathered during the brief window was sent up the chain of command of the Diplomatic Directorate, and eventually briefed to the General Secretariat itself. Negotiation was the only real choice available to them - or at least, that was the public position. In secret, all options including force still remained on the table. A majority decision was enough to activate the Special Forces. A battalion from the Rapid Reaction Forces was mobilised to immediately fly to Tropicalo to establish a base of operations and rehearse for a possible rescue mission. At the same, more troops and equipment were brought to a higher state of readiness in case a more robust response or, heaven forbid, a retaliatory strike became necessary.

Not only the military had received its marching orders either. An experienced team of negotiators from the Diplomatic Directorate were soon flying to Tropicalo. These were to be the point men and women for Etoile Arcture's efforts to free her own, and all foreign hostages. Proceeding them came a flurry of sometimes stark diplomatic communiqués...

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Diplomatic Directorate - Official Communiqué

From: Dr. Michiko Flax, Director General, Diplomatic Directorate of the Unitary Technocracy of Etoile Arcture
To: President Quintana, Republic of Tropicalo; General Estarra
Classification: Public, suitable for general release
Subject: Negotiations

The government of the Unitary Technocracy of Etoile Arcture is saddened and alarmed at the unfolding political unrest in Tropicalo. We urge all sides as a matter of urgency to begin talks with the aim of finding a lasting political solution and avoid any further loss of life

Our sole concern at this time is the safe being of ours and other nations citizens, especially the safety and well being of guests in La Grand Tropican Hotel. We therefore offer our good offices to allow all sides to come together to negotiate the return of foreign tourists to their respective governments. We await your positive response.

/signed/ Dr. Michiko Flax

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While careful to avoid using the word hostage and crisis in the same communiqué, never mind sentence, as sent to both parties, the Top Secret coded communication sent to the officer of President Quintana was far more blunt and direct.

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Diplomatic Directorate - Official Communiqué

From: Dr. Michiko Flax, Director General, Diplomatic Directorate of the Unitary Technocracy of Etoile Arcture
To: President Quintana, Republic of Tropicalo
Classification: Restricted, Eyes Only for President Quintana
Subject: Hostage Crisis

I express my disappointment to the Tropicalian government at the capture and holding hostage of ours and other nations citizens at La Grand Tropican Hotel. My government holds President Quintana fully responsible for their safety and warns of dire consequences for your government should any foreign citizens come to harm.

In response we are despatching a diplomatic team to facilitate negotiations with General Estarra. The Technocracy also reserves a full right to self defence, and had additionally despatched Special Forces and other assets to be held on standby should negotiations fail. We warn the Tropicalian government that any foolhardy or precipitous action by you prior to their arrival, and any actions during this crisis that place the lives of ours and other nations citizens in danger, will in turn bring dire consequences. We expect full cooperation in this matter and will liase with your officials as soon as our assets arrive in your country.

/signed/ Dr. Michiko Flax

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Diplomatic Directorate - Official Communiqué

From: Dr. Michiko Flax, Director General, Diplomatic Directorate of the Unitary Technocracy of Etoile Arcture
To: All nations with citizens in Tropicala
Classification: Public, suitable for general release
Subject: Evacuations

In light of events transpiring in Tropicalo the Unitary Technocracy of Etoile Arcture has issued a mandatory evacuation order to all its citizens. As part of this evacuation the government has chartered several aircraft from Arcturia Airways to fly back our citizens. In addition, we are offering free seats to any foreign nationals who wish to leave Tropicalo, who may fly to Etoile Arcture and from their book passage to their final destination. This offer is open for 72 hours during the time that evacuations will be conducted. Please contact our High Commission in Tropicalo for further information.

/signed/ Dr. Michiko Flax

From: General Robert Estarra, Supreme Commander of Tropicalo Forces
To: Dr. Michiko Flax, Director General, Diplomatic Directorate of the Unitary Technocracy of Etoile Arcture.
Subject: Re: Negotiations

On behalf of the Tropicalo military, we apologize for any inconvenience to your nationals. We have them under protective custody to prevent them from being harmed in crossfire during this conflict. We expect to have control of the capitol region within several hours and will release them when it is safe. We must reject any evacuation plans at the moment, because it is not safe for civilian air or seacraft to land in Tropicalo at the moment.

/signed/ Gen. Robert Estarra
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From: President Fransico Quintana
To: Dr. Michiko Flax, Director General, Diplomatic Directorate of the Unitary Technocracy of Etoile Arcture.
Subject: Re: Negotiations

Our apologies for the delay. Much of the government's communication network has been blocked by the rebels. Obviously, our government is not responsible for Gen. Estarra's actions. I can send a detachment of loyalist troops to attempt to liberate the hotel if that is what you desire. We are outnumbered and outgunned at present. Most of what we have left are the Presidential Guard and loyalist civilians who have taken up arms. Unfortunately, dissenting citizens have also taken up arms and an all out melee has begun in much of the urban areas. I do not know how much longer we can hold out here in the palace bunker. Do you reccomend I accept exile and evacuate? We may be able to escape by sea as we do not believe Estarra has control of the Navy yet. Please advise.

/signed/ Fransico Quintana, President of the Republic
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The military coup has now gained control of Tropicalo's fledgling Air Force. While mostly consisting of refurbished jets purchased from larger nations, it is still a strategic boon for the coup. General Estarra has order the jets loaded and to bomb strategic communications target and fortifications around the Presidential Palace. One squadron is also ordered to achieve air superiority and engage any non-revolutionary aircraft, regardless if it is civilian or military.

On the ground, the General's troops have begun pushing into the City Center and are close enough to the Presidential Palace complex to begin shelling.

La Grand Tropican Hotel

Mr. James didn't remember why he was in Tropicalo. He assistant knew, but she had gone to get orange juice, quite a while ago actually, and had yet to return. As Mr. James sat on the bed of his hotel room, conducting a video conference with his Vice Presidents, someone stormed through his hotel room door. The Vice Presidents watched as Mr. James was dragged away by troops. They were all quite shocked. And his last words rang in their ears. "If you don't do something, your all going to be fired!"

Jimmy James Industries World Headquarters, the Beatus

The James Complex, located in one of the Beatus's largest, and most desolate deserts, served as the world headquarters for Jimmy James Industries. What was visible from the surface was only a fraction of the entire facility, yet what was visible from the surface was visible from space. Deep within the lower levels of the facility, in executive meeting room, stockholders, and the senior VPs of Jimmy James Industries were meeting, to discuss the kidnapping of the companies CEO, Jimmy James. They were all worried. For some reason, almost all of Jimmy James' ideas made money, with out him, the company was nothing, and they all knew that. However, he was also the only one of them with any real backbone, so they decided to attempt to work this out with words instead of weapons.

Courier Message:

To General Estarra,

We have determined that your forces have taking Mr. Jimmy James, captive. We request his release, and are willing to offer $200,000,000,000 USD, for his immediate and safe return. We hope that an agreement can be reached.

Signed,
J.G. Wentworth,
Attorney for Jimmy James Industries

TO: Kingdom of Lynion, Vamperial Guardian Jaxson Lee King
FROM: General Robert Estarra, Supreme Commander of Tropicalo Forces

Your citizens will be released from protective custody as soon as conditions on the ground permit us to do so. There are worse places to be temporarily detained at than a Five-Star hotel on the beach.

/signed/ Gen. Robert Estarra

General Robert Estarra smiled as he read the courier message from Jimmy James Industries. With that amount of money, not only would the rebellion be fully funded, but once in power he could really develop the nation into a regional power! It was time for Tropicalo to go from being a sunny resort to a nation to be reckoned with!

He ordered an adjutant to draft his reply:

Dear Mr. Wentworth,

Mr. James has been detained in protective custody by the military for his own safety. As you know, we Tropicalan's pride ourselves on our hospitality, even during a small internal dispute such as this. Please wire half of the money to our Swiss Bank account #355175431. This will enable us to make arrangments for a private charter plane escorted by our Air Force. After this Mr. James is safely out of the war zone, we request that you deposit the remainder into our account.

/signed/ Gen. Robert Estarra
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The constant shelling of the loyalist troop positions in the city center has allowed the rebels to break through, storming into the central plaza. As the General's tanks roll down the main avenue protected by air cover, it appears that the fall of Presidential Palace and government office buildings is imminent.

Courier Message

To Gen. Robert Estarra,

The $100,000,000,000 USD has been wired to your account. We now request the prompt release of Mr. James. We hope that you hold up your end of the bargain.

Signed,
J.G. Wentworth,
Attorney for Jimmy James Industries

Courier Message

Dear Mr. Wentworth,

We have confirmed reciept of your payment and are making arrangements for a chartered jet. This may take a while. In the meantime, Mr. James is enjoying cocktails on the veranda and watching the "fireworks" across the bay.

/signed/ Gen. Robert Estarra

The screen showed stock footage from the nation of Tropicalo as the announcer explained the situation to the masses. A free-phone helpline number scrolled along the bottom of the screen as news of the event unfolded. Across the room, sat on opposite sides of a chess board, sat the Foreign Secretary and the Secretary of State for Defence.

Isaac Charlton had dealt with many hostage crises during his time on this earth, and knew this one couldn't come at a worse time. "How many of our people are in the hotel?"

"We're still trying to establish it exactly, but we've had dozens of calls on the help line from concerned friends and relatives." Josh Dixon surveyed his limited forces. So far the battle had taken its toll. He had less than half his original pieces remaining on the board.

"Does the Prime Minister know?"

"A message has been sent to the LNS Stockmoor, we're awaiting a response at the moment."

"Options?" Isaac ponderously moved a rook along the edge of the board.

"Diplomacy, although negotiations might be frowned upon by the public. It might look like we're making a deal with the devil. We could wait it out, see if they stick to their word. Or we can use force to extract our people. This is risky, as presently our force projection powers are limited by the diplomatic tour and refit of KNS Camborough." A knight sprang almost from nowhere and took Isaac's rook, putting a grin on Josh's face, wish quickly vanished as he continued "If we did deploy a force, we'd have no fixed-wing support."

"I'll start laying the ground works for negotiations, and see how the Prime Minister wants to play it. If you could evaluate options for forced removal of our people."

"Will do." The end-game was reached. Josh knew he was making a futile attempt to protect his king, and hoped that this wasn't a vision of things to come.


Message to General Estarra, Tropicalo
It has recently come to the attention of the Republic of Laceenia that several of our citizens are presently being held against their will by forces loyal to yourself.

We request arrangements be made for the timely release of our nationals and wish to discuss how this can be achieved.

I await your response,

Isaac Charlton
Foreign Secretary

Response to Issac Charlton, Foreign Secretary

To the Honorable Issac Charlton,

We are in reciept of your message. At present, we are unable to evacuate our foreign guests due to the risk of harm by cross-fire. Rest assured the are being cared for. We advise against interference in the military coup. Our revolutionary forces are poised to remove the filthy and corrupt "democratic" regime and purge itself from those who have held Tropicalo from greatness! Your nationals are priviledged to witness such history.

/signed/ Gen. Robert Estarra

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From:
The Federation of Oseato
Ministry of Foreign Relations
To:
General Estarra

Attention General Estarra, it is our understanding you are currently holding several prominent Oseaton citizens hostage in return for either money or support for your coup. It is the Oseaton policy never to negotiate with terrorists and thus we demaned the immediate release of Oseaton citizens or the Oseaton military will be forced to intervene on the behalf of the current Tropicalo government.

If you were to release the Oseaton citizens, we would not interfere with your struggle, but if you do not, we will be forced into action.

Signed,

General Zackary Hamilton, President
General C. Allen Gates, Foreign Minister

From: Gen. Robert Estarra, Supreme Commander of Tropicalo Forces
To: Federation of Oseato Ministry of Foreign Relations

We reject the term "hostages." Our guests are merely being prevented from leaving for their own safety. If you wish to risk exposing your nationals to the war currently being waged by the people against the corrupt government, you may send an unarmed convoy to the hotel. However, we will not be held responsible for what happens.

It is unwise to deal with that dog Fransico Quintana, enemy to the worker! The government is presently ineffective and shall cease to exist soon enough. It would be unfortunate if you were to support the losing side.

/signed/ Gen. Robert Estarra

VSIC:

From: President Trilby

To: General Alykseyev, Fleet Admiral Jackson, Special Operations Commanders S.S. and J.C., Commandant Ryan, and Air Force General

To All CINCs, Forces in Sarahani are going on full alert, Special force commanders are allowed to commence OP PLAN DELTA DAGGER, Following which will be an official declaration of help. To reiterate, DELTA DAGGER is go.

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To President Quintana,

We currently have 60 citizens in the recently-captured tourist resort, we plan to get them ALL out using Special operations teams, If your airports are secure, we request we may use them, if not, we request we make the former happen. Repayment will come in the form of a Airlifted Armored Division flown in by AN-225 Condor flights, intent on keeping you in that palace.

-President Trilby.

To: General Estarra
From: The Office of the President, Salzland

Sir,

Our nation has recently been informed of an armed insurrection being led by forces loyal to yourself against the elected government. We have also learned that citizens of Salzland, among other nations, are being held captive by your personnel. This situation is intolerable.

We hereby demand the following:

1.) The immediate release of all foreign hostages into the custody of an independent international organization which will return them to their countries of origin with all possible speed.

2.) A personal pledge of safe conduct, from yourself, permitting all foreign nationals to leave without incident.

3.) An immediate, indefinite and if need be unilateral cease-fire on your behalf for the purpose of deploying an international peace-keeping force to Tropicalo.

If said conditions are not met within 24 hours, a state of war will exist between your forces and The Armed Republic of Salzland and unrestricted military strikes will commence against you and your troops. If any hostages are harmed before this time limit expires it will be interpreted as a rejection of our ultimatum, resulting in a state of war between us and immediate unrestricted military strikes against you and your forces.

We will not negotiate with terrorists or hostage-takers, under any circumstances.

You have 24 hours General, starting now.

Signed,
William Phillips, President of Salzland

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(OOC: Sorry this has to be short, I'm already halfway out the door. Please pretend it's as elaborate as the address to General Estarra)

To: President Quintana
From: The Office of the President, Salzland

Sir,

Be advised that I have delivered an ultimatum to General Estarra: Release all international hostages, accept a cease-fire and an international peace-keeping force, or our nation will resort to the use of force.

Our forces are on the move, and will begin engaging the forces belonging to General Estarra in 24 hours, unless he accepts our conditions.

Hold on.

Signed,
William Phillips, President of Salzland

Diplomatic Communique

To: President Tribly,

I am afraid the situation is dire. Government forces have been all but scattered, save for a few loyalists surrounding the palace which are attempting to hold out a little longer. I am deciding if it is more honorable to flee the nation while it is possible or to stay and face the consequences. Estarra controls the main air force base and is in the process of taking control of the civilian airport. This may the last comminque I can get out.

/signed/ Fransisco Quintana, President of the Republic

Courier Message:

To Gen. Robert Estarra,

You assured us the prompt release of Mr. James. I suggest that you release him now, or we will be forced to take, legal action.

Signed,
J.G. Wentworth,
Attorney for Jimmy James Industries

To: General Estarra
From: The Emperor and his council

Ralkovia demands the release of all of our citizens. If not then you will wake up to 200 warships and enough soldiers to make your mommy cry mercy. Ralkovia will destroy you if you do not release its civilians immediately.

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From:
The Federation of Oseato
Ministry of Defense
To: General Estarra

It is unfortunate that it should come to this. Because of your denial to release Oseaton citizens the Ministry of Defense will be handling the matter from here on out. Effective immediately Oseaton Naval forces will be stationed off your country, in addition the 13th Airborne Division will be deploying to your country to secure the area in the name of peace.

Interfere with these deployments and face the consequences.

Signed,

General Erwin Morrell, Minister of Defense.

Tropicalo fighter jets dove towards the Presidential Palace and government office complex.

"Commence fire."

"Roger that"

A blaze of fire power lit up the sky over the capitol as bullets and bombs rained down upon loyalist forces blowing up their remaining armored personnel carriers and small collection of tanks. Charred remains were strewn across the main plaza as Colonel Velazquez peered through binoculars to survey the success of this latest forray.

"Velazquez to General Estarra. My leader, it we have removed the remaining forces around the capitol. The Presidential Palace is ours!"

"Roger that Colonel," replied the General. "I will be there momentarily to lead the troops into the Palace myself."

President Quintana huddled behind his desk as a large commotion was heard in the hallways. Suddently the door to the Presidential Office burst open as General Robert Estarra and an entire platoon of troops rushed in.

"Fransisco Quintana," shouted Estarra, "You are under arrest for crimes against the people of this country. Effective immediately, you are removed from power."

Soldiers grabbed Quintana roughly and dragged him from the room, ignoring his pleas.

Estarra sat behind the desk and addressed the remaining soldiers.

"Let the people know that our revolution was victorious and that I am now President. This is the dawning of a new and glorious era for Tropicalo."

"Viva El Presidente!" shouted the soliders jubliently.

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Battlegroup Clarke, Off the coast of Tropicalo.

"Commence the attack." commanded Admiral Jake Toland. 12 F-35 JSFs launched from the deck of the Nimitz Class carrier ONS Theodore Johnston. It was the first strike against General Estarra's forces in Tropicalo.

Around the same time the forward elements of the 13th Airborne Divsion entered Tropicalo airspace and set course for the capital.

Operation Swift Justice was underway.

The Rapid Reaction Forces of Etoile Arcture had a variety of options on how to insert into hostile territory, and among their most favoured was the
CV-44 Hawk quad tiltrotor. These ungainly aircraft, with their twin sets of wings that were tipped at each end by a thrashing proprotor, were each the size of a C-130 Hercules, but able take off and land like a helicopter. These made them ideal for flying below enemy radar and landing at an unprepared landing zone, and they carried long refuelling probes allowing them stage by tanker anywhere in the world at short notice.

The military option was to be the last throw of the dice, but if that throw was ever to be made it would be instant and devastating. Special Forces were to infiltrate the island, helped by the rudimentary state of Tropicalos radar systems. The tiltrotors would carry In the troops, their equipment and dune buggy-like fast attack vehicles and humvee-like M96 light multipurpose vehicles. The Defence Directorate had even found a truck typical of that seen on Tropicalos roads that would be a little less conspicuous than the high tech arsenal they were bringing along. The truck had been in almost factory condition, and had in the hour before loading into its tiltrotor had taken something of a heating from several special forces operators to "accurise" it to a more indigenous Tropicalan appearance.

Etoile Arcture had plenty of trigger men if it became necessary to the push big red button called military solution, but it also had technocrats prepared to do the dirty work if that was necessary. Even as the tiltrotors infiltrated the island and established a forward staging area waiting for the go or abort order, the technocrats at the Diplomatic Directorate in Etoile Arcture, and Tropicalan high commission were performing the equally important and tricky act of obfuscating true intentions.

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Diplomatic Directorate - Official Communiqué

From: Dr. Michiko Flax, Director General, Diplomatic Directorate of the Unitary Technocracy of Etoile Arcture
To: General Robert Estarra, Supreme Commander of Tropicalo Forces
Classification: Restricted, Eyes Only for General Robert Estarra
Subject: Re: Negotiations

On behalf of the people of Etoile Arcture I thank General Estarra for the protection you have extended towards ours and other foreign nationals during these turbulent events. We look forward to a speedy resolution of the current emergency and for conditions to improve to allow civilian flights to land in Tropicalo again.

/signed/ Dr. Michiko Flax

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It was far from a true reflection of what level of regards the general was truly held at all levels of the Etoilian government, but it would do. He hardly needed to know that the Defence Directorate was putting together target lists if it became necessary to launch airstrikes....

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Diplomatic Directorate - Official Communiqué

From: Dr. Michiko Flax, Director General, Diplomatic Directorate of the Unitary Technocracy of Etoile Arcture
To: President Fransico Quintana, Republic of Tropicalo
Classification: Restricted, Eyes Only for President Fransico Quintana
Subject: Re: Hostage crisis

I wish to make this fully clear that my government does not want you to take any military action against the rebels at La Grand Tropican Hotel, or to make any attempt to rescue the hostages. Such an action would only recklessly endanger the lives of the hostages at this time. Our government intends to negotiate for the safe release of all hostages and have already opened up a line of communication with General Estarra. Due to these negotiations we cannot at this time show any outward support towards your government, but be aware that we are prepared to act in a more robust fashion should the situation demand it.

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The only fly in the ointment might not in fact be the warring Tropicalons, but the reaction of some of the foreign governments. Intercepted communications indicated some heat messages were being exchanged with the rebels, threats even. The situation was far too precarious. Etoile Arcture and other nations undoubtedly had the capacity to wipe out the rebels in short order, but rescuing the hostages alive from a large building such as the Tropican, without knowing where the hostages were or the defenders, was hard enough when you had the element of surprise. It was now a lot harder now threats had been made...

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From: Dr. Michiko Flax, Director General, Diplomatic Directorate of the Unitary Technocracy of Etoile Arcture
To: All nations with citizens in Tropicana
Classification: Restricted, Eyes Only
Subject: Re: Negotiations

On behalf the Unitary Technocracy of Etoile Arcture I write to you to request that you allow our government the breathing room to conclude negotiations to effect the release of all hostages. Any threats or use of force against General Estarra and his forces will, in our opinion, endanger the lives our citizens in La Grand Tropican Hotel. There are no reports or evidence that our citizens are in any immediate danger, and it is not in the interests of General Estarra to harm them while they are in his custody as it will undoubtly result in a devastating retaliation by our nations. This situation may change for the worse if General Estarra should have reason to believe he is under threat.

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Whether the message would reach every nation involved in time was another matter...

0955 HOURS
22 MILES OFF THE COAST OF TROPICALO

The HMS Liga, flagship of the Makaarian 23rd Fleet and a Makaar-class supercarrier of the Royal Navy, had steamed towards Tropicalo as per its orders from the start of the coup, keeping in line with the Makaarian policy to respond as quickly as possible to global incidents, no matter how little they might concern the large nation with the over-inflated military budget. Now, it was this tiny, little-known nation which would be the next Makaarian target.

The coup was making the news in Makaar, perhaps more than the normal coup stories might, because of the way that the story actually concerned Makaarian citizens. Leah Burton, daughter of Makaarian casino tycoon and businessman Zach Burton, along with three of her friends, had been holidaying in the nation at the time of the coup. All four were now being held at gunpoint, and Zach Burton was offering millions of sovereigns for his daughter's return; meanwhile, the citizens of Makaar were calling for the protection of their own and the head of General Estarra.

To: General Robert Estarra, Commander, Rebel Forces
From: His Majesty's Government in Makaar

We have learned that you are holding four Makaarian citizens. We intend to protect them. You will surrender all four to Makaarian jurisdiction, and you will allow our embassy in Tropicalo to be evacuated. Your rebel forces have 12 hours to comply.

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Tropicalo Airspace

Several dozen UH-60 Blackhawks flew low over the terrain to avoid detection by the Tropicalo radar network. Inside the helicopters were Oseato's elite airborne soldiers, members of the 13th Airborne Division. This deployment was to mark the first time the division had seen combat since Oseato's inception. Suddenly Tropicalo's capital city came into view, and with it the Presidential Palace, their target.

The Blackhawks flared and touched down disgorging nearly 530 troopers of 1st Battalion, 13th Division. They quickly set up their fields of fire and hunkered down in order to secure a LZ for the follow on forces.

ONS Theodore Johnston, Battlegroup Clarke, Off the Coast of Tropicalo

"Sir, urgent FLASH traffic for you!" shouted the comms officer in the Johnston CIC. Admiral Toland walked over to the console to check the message. After reading it several times he walked back over to the comms officer.

"Recall the JSFs, but continue the build up of the 13th. No offensive operations unless I give the word, but make sure that LZ doesn't fall. Oh, and tell the Foreign Ministry to inform Etoile Arcture of our actions. Let them know well hold off any further attacks until they've had their chance to negotiate."

"What is all of this ****?!" yelled General (now President) Estarra, tossing a handful of incoming diplomatic communiques from his desk. "Who do these ******* think they are dealing with?"

He motioned for Colonel Velazquez, the newly appointed (within the last 5 minutes) Minister of the Interior for the newly installed military junta.

"Velazquez - here is what I want you to do. Release half of the "guests" we hold from each nation as a sign of good will. I have nationalized our commercial airline. Use their planes to escort them to a neighboring neutral country in the region. They will be escorted by fighter jets both for their "protection" and our "insurance."

"Furthermore, we need to redistribut our remaining "guests." Bring the most important of the VIPs to the Presidential Palace complex to be guests of honor at an inaugural dinner we shall have later. Others shall remain in the Hotel and be dispursed throughout the capitol city and into the country at hidden locations."

"If these foreign dogs dare step foot on our soil, execute them one by one until they leave. Project Sargasso cannot be compromised. Bring the "package" we have recovered to the national laboratories. Our benefactors will be quite pleased."

"We will not give in to idle threats! The days of this nation bowing to the superpowers are over!"

Colonel Velazquez nodded. "It will be done, El Presidente!"
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El Presidente Estarra's "guests" have been loaded onto troop carriers. Half are en route to the civilian airport. Half are en route to various locations throughout capitol. Still others remain in the hotel. Your spies and satellites have also spotted soliders loading metal cannisters from the Hotel onto flat bed military trucks.

El Presidente and Supreme Commander (he likes many titles) Estarra phoned the Diplomatic Ministry. He inquired which nations may be sympathetic to his militarist/facist party's ideology. Perhaps he may find some allies for the new government after all...

The foreign minister began making phone calls and wires to nations that may be sympathetic to General Estarra's cause, and that may benefit from something "special" he had found.

"Yes, Mr Prime Minister. No no, I understand fully. I'll make the arrangements as soon as possible." Isaac replaced the phone into the cradle before resting his head in his hands. The response hadn't been all he'd hoped for, and Samuel Lawson was in no mood to play games, being less than twenty-four hours from the first diplomatic stop on his tour.

"I could do without all this right now." He leaned over and pressed the intercom "I need you to get me all staff involved with Gopher here within the hour, and get an update from Josh ASAP." The intercom buzzed as the button was released, then clicked twice, an indication that the message had been received and was being acted on.


Hansforth Naval Base, Eastern Laceenia
Three Type 42 destroyers sat in dock, taking on supplies. Not far from them, a pair of Type 23 frigates and an "Ocean" class landing platform were being made ready. The crews hadn't been fully briefed as to their next deployment, but several seamen had overheard the name of a small, far away nation. Tropicalo. Some vaguely remembered seeing the nation in the news. Was it something to do with a revolution?


Response to President Estarra
As your internal conflict is now reported to be over, with the mopping up of enemy held strong points all that remains, the Republic of Laceenia hopes you see fit to begin preparations for the safe return of our citizens.

Isaac Charlton
Foreign Secretary

Diplomatic Communique

To: Isaac Charlton, Foreign Secretary, Laceenia
From: Supreme Commander Robert Estarra, President of the Republic

With our Revolutional Government now in place, we have no need to detain your nationals any longer. Half of them are bording commercial flights to a neutral country that will be escorted by our air force. Unfortunately, we only have so many aircraft and we have many foreigners to evacuate. Therefore, half of your nationals will remain as our guests for the night until alternative arrangements can be made. They will be well taken care of. I have personally invited several to stay at the Presidential Palace.

Mr. Jimmy James, a wealthy industrialist, has acquired one whole aircraft for himself and will be departing shortly. That means even fewer people can leave immediately.

The Revolutionary Government of People's Republic of Tropicalo looks forward to resolving this situation as soon as possible.

/signed/ Gen. Robert Estarra, President of the Republic

Thirteen C-17 Globemasters, escorted by 25 F-22 Raptor fighters and 8 F-4 "Wild Weasel" Air-defense Suppresion aircraft took off from Antioch Air Force Base, These would land an Armored division World of conflict style, advancing en-masse to retake the capitol

Naval Forces consisted of:

2 Nimitz-class Carriers

4 Ticonderoga Missile Cruisers

8 Oliver Hazard Perry Frigates

2 Sacramento-class Supply Ships (Everyone seems to overlook the fact that carriers run out of jet fuel daily)

2 Tarawa Helicopter Assault ships

2 San Antonio Class Landing ship, Dock(s)

5 Newport Class Landing Ship, Tanks.

This Carried an entire marine division, consisting of:

157 AAVP 7A1 Amphibious assault vehicles.

105 M1, Leopard 2A6, or Challenger Tanks (they're mixed together, they have basically the same stats in any case, and unified intra-vehicle info systems)

233 Tactical Trucks

325 HWWMV's

Around 1500 to 2000 Men.

50 Chaparral SAM Vehicles

98 Vulcan AA Vehicles.

The marine division also gets 15-20 Harriers, along with around 40 CH-46 helicopters and 10 CH-53 Sea Stallions. They Also get 60 AH-1Z's.

I'll post the armored division Specifications after the marine division has taken the military airport.


-------------------------END OF THE EQUIPMENT LIST---------------------


At 0715 Zulu, 2 Special operations squads were delivered Via submarine, and stealthily Infiltrated the tropicanan borders.

At 0900 Zulu, they had reached the outskirts of the city, and at 0930, They were prepared to strike. Each Nine man team was armed with a SCAR-L assault rifle, with one man equipped with a M-203 launcher and one equipped with a ACOG scope.

At 0935, they snuck into the airport, One team moved to secure the tower, while the other moved to kill the communications at various buildings.

Meanwhile, Offshore, the fleet entered the territorial waters of Tropicalo. It was Unknown if hostiles had chemical or biological weapons, and they had therefore issued full MOPP protection against Non-nuclear WMD warfare.

((Please tell me if sneaking a special forces team into your country that fast is too quick, I'm guessing, since this country is tropic, it'd be easy to sneak in via the forests.))

Elsewhere,

"Mr. President, The rebels succeeded."

"D*mn it! We're continuing the assault, If they only send half, that means they can use our people as a counterweight, Op plan Palace Panic is now in effect, We have a A-10N* availible, correct?"

"Yes sir, but won't that wreak havoc internationally?"

"Only for a short time, Load the sprayer and prepare for 3 hours of laughing as they frantically try to escape."

"Aye sir, Loading the K.O gas."

(Who said spraying a place with knockout gas was against international law? It's only a weapon when it kills. I personally believe it'd be an effective tactic, spraying it into the vents.)

*=Naval Variant of the A-10, it shares a spot next to the A-7, with the A-7 being more of a utility aircraft than an attacker.

Ralkovia will move 8th fleet to the nearest waters of Tropicano. It expects all citizens to be released within 3 hours or someone will be talking to the devil by the end of the day.

Yanbania is sending in 2 squads of Special Forces Jungle Soldiers to negotiate with removing the hostages. If the hostages aren't released, well, you're going to wish you were dead.

((A few OOC things about Tropicalo. You rightly guessed it is tropical in nature and has dense jungles and a large coast line. Spec Ops can easily infiltrate the nation, but remember there are some pretty intense dangers in the jungle. The Tropicalo military is otherwise a token resistance to a superpower, but a resistance nonetheless. The Republican Guard are fanatical followers of Estarra.))

Diplomatic Communique

To: Ralkovia
From: Gen. Estarra, President of the Republic of Tropicalo

You are our kind of people. We will release evacuate your nationals immediately as a sign of good will. Additionally, we seek a military alliance and your protection. In return we can supply you with a particularly nasty nerve agent developed by a global terrorist organization we are acquinted with.

Let us know your reply as soon as possible.

/signed/ Gen. Robert Estarra, President of the Republic

"Naval Fleet of Saharani, please remove yourselves from the territorial waters of Tropicalo. We will accept an unarmed diplomatic envoy to discuss your presence here. This is your first warning."

Admiral Coronado sent the stern warning over the radio to the ships amassing over the coast. His fleet was mostly left over ships from the cold war bought at discount from major powers who had upgraded, but it was still technologically advanced enough to bring the fight to the enemy. The Tropicalo fleet (such as it exists) has moved into the harbor of Tropicalo City in order to protect the capitol from hostile ships.

The special forces team located at the airport quickly cut all power to the base, and the soldiers in the tower quickly attempted to seize it. the team cutting the power quickly ran towards the base's tankfarm, to stop hostiles from destroying it.

The fleet responded with cutting all their radars and scattering. The Perry frigates loaded harpoon missiles and prepared to fire, then set their CIWS on fully automatic and activated their radars at full power. The Ticonderoga cruisers sat poised to activate their AEGIS radars, and the carriers launched 1 E-2 hawkeye, 5 A-8 Super Corsairs (A-7's with F-18 Engines) a S-3B Viking ASW craft, and a F-35 Joint strike fighter. The super corsairs, loaded with harpoon missiles, prepared to attack the hostile fleet, while the viking began dropping sonobouys, the JSF was loaded with HARM antiradar missiles, prepared to attempt a wild weasel mission against any SAM batteries operating inside the city.

Telegraphics Department of the Office of Mr. Michael Richardson

Dear Supreme Commander General Robert Estarra,

It has come to my awareness that you have seized control of several Grestonian nationales. On normal circumstances this would be unnacceptable as is but at this time it is well know that one of your foreign hostages happens to be an ambassador, Ambassador Sir Charles Parlmen. Sir Parlmen will be released, else you will be released to the depths of Hell. Do not tempt us, sir, for you are staring at the face of Satan when you anger our military.

Yours truly,

The Rt. Hon. Sir Michael Richardson
Minister of Foreign Affairs of the Imperial Republic of Greston

The Commonwealth had a considerable presence in the region near Tropicalo, as some of Tolvan's largest overseas holdings were located in the San Espada Islands. Fortunately, there had been few Tolvanic citizens present on the island when the coup took place and many of those got out before the rebels seized the hotel district. Virtually all of those that were left in Tropicalo had taken refuge in the Tolvanic Embassy, where they were under the protection of the embassy's Marine Guards and Diplomatic Security Service agents, as well as a few locals hired to supply rent-a-cop duties. At present there was 162 Tolvanic nationals holed up on the embassy's twelce acre grounds and they were safe for now. However, the Commonwealth wasn't to content to simply watch the country descend into civil war, it take additional steps to ensure the safety of its citizens.

TO: General Estarra

It has come to my attention that a number of Tolvanic nationals have taken refuge in our embassy in your nation. While they have not come to harm thus far my government has decided that leaving the embassy in place is untenable at the present time. As a result the Commonwealth is deploying elements of the Carribean Command to facilitate the security and evacuation of our embassy. Your assistance in this matter is not required and interference with out operations will not be looked upon favourably.

Governor Winston Garcia
Tolvanic San Espada Islands
Commonwealth of Tolvanic

Diplomatic Communique

Governor Garcia of Tolvan,

Your embassy is sovereign property of your nation. We do not care what you do with it or the people contained inside. We will not interfere in your evacuations and would normally provide assistance, however our military is currently occupied in evacuating other civilians and restoring order.

/signed/ Gen. Robert Estarra, Acting President of the Republic

Diplomatic Communique

Sir Richardson,

The Ambassador is presently with me at the Presidential Palace. He will remain safe, and will be allowed to leave as soon as the hostile forces surrounding the island stand down. Until then, for his own safety he will remain my guest.

/signed/ Gen. Robert Estarra, Acting President of the Republic

The Irish A-8's began their approach to the tropicalan fleet, the perry's fired, and the ticonderoga AEGIS went active. The carriers launched a flight of 8 F-14 Tomcats, and the amphibious force broke off under escort from 2 perrys and a ticonderoga, headed for an open point along the shore, with a road headed to it, located nearby appeared to be a tourist beach, which had rather startled people watching the flashes and explosions.

To: General Estarra
From: Ralkovia
Heavily Encrypted

Ralkovia is pleased that Tropicalo is so reasonable. Ralkovia has no need for nerve gas, in fact your acquaintances probably bought it from us. Ralkovia will indeed support Estarra on 3 conditions.

1. They release all Ralkovian prisoners and announce the release of all other foreign prisoners (you will not need to release them)
2. They announce that they are a nation under a Ralkovian Alliance Protectorate State(RAPS)
3. They send the former president and his staff to the Ralkovian ship for handling.

Ralkovia will protect Tropicalo after it agrees to all conditions.

"Fleet of Sahani, you are ordered to stand down immediately and remove your forces from our territorial waters."

Admiral Coronodo frowned at the apparently lack of communication with this hostile fleet.

The TSS Bolivar (think USS Missouri, circa 1992) fires a shot over the bow.

A squadron of modified MiG-29s are scrambled.

To: Ralkovia
From: General Robert Estarra, Supreme Commander of Tropicalo Forces
Heavily Encrypted

The People's Republic of Tropicalo accepts your proposition. The deposed president, Fransisco Quintana and his lackey are being packed up and sent to your fleet via helicopter as we speak. Stand by for public announcements.

Long live the alliance!

/signed/ Gen. Robert Estarra, Acting President of the Republic and Supreme Commander of Tropicalo Forces

The Ticonderoga cruiser in question returned a shot across the bow, as the rest of the fleet backed off.

To: All diplomatic ministries and media outlets
From: Ministry of Information, Republic of Tropicalo

Tropicalo Under New Management

The Republic of Tropicalo would like to announce that Robert Estarra, general and servant of the people, was inaugerated as President of the Republic earlier this evening. As a result, new diplomatic stances shall be negotiated.

With the victory of the revolution, it is now safe for foreign nationals to return home. Every guest that was inconvenienced by this incident will be presented with free vouchers to Tropicalo's resorts, newly nationalized and under the enlightened management of President Estarra.

Additionally, the Ministery of Foreign Affairs is pleased to announce that it has joined an alliance with the Glorious and Enlightened Empire of Ralkovia and as such is now a Ralkovian Alliance Protectorate State (RAPS).

Any questions may be presented to the Minister of Information.

The Grestonian Embassy in Tropicalo had been evacuated after Sir Parlmen was kidnapped. Two Colonial Guards, their red berrets faced backwards and their AK-104's aimed level, stood as sentries in front of the embassy door. On the barral of their guns was a red piece of fabric, signifying the state of war with Greston and the embassy home. The other 25 guards stood outside of the Presidential Palace, their weapons facing the building and General Estarra's Republic Guard. Colonel Jacob Bradenburg was standing off behind the armoured Acura LX's from the embassy that the soldiers had parked to stand cover behind.

The Colonel was in charge of twenty-four Colonial Guards, red berrets. Each was armed with the standard, an AK-104 and two Glock 17's. Colonel Bradenburg was armed more so than the rest, he had his standards as well as a Colt on his hip as well as the third Glock he held in his right hand. His AK-104 was slung across his back and his other three side arms were where they were supposed to be.

He barked out orders to his men and they positioned themselves in a half circle in the front of the Presidential Palace. Then Colonel Bradenburg started barking at the revolutionists.

"Make way for our men. Inside this premisis is Sir Charles Parlmen. He is being held captive against his will, if he is not released we will be forced to storm the building and extract him"

Their guns were trained and the Colonel waited for an answer.

To: All People involved
Ralkovia is willing to negotiate a treaty on its ship. Your nobles, nationales, rich dudes and duddetts, leaders, etc. who have been taken as guests are being released. Ralkovia wishes that you withdraw your navies, armies, and air force from the island. Ralkovia will take responsibility for the abhorent acts that have been committed to save Tropicalo from a raving, dissillusioned president by a most noble general. While we have the chance to de-escalate arms and lower the amount of lives lost now, we should take it. Ralkovia will take any complaints or questions and your nation is more than welcome to send diplomats to the Ralkovian ships for further discussions.


Telegram
TO: General Escarra
From: Ralkovia

Highly Encrypted
Ralkovia will need to place some troops on the ground and as guards to you. The ones that will act as your guards will be unarmed and be at your sides. They will offer a legitamite reason not to have yourself cruise missiled to death after releasing the hostages.

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Oseaton Broadcast News Report
Tensions lower following release of Oseaton
Tropicalo City - The Oseaton Navy is beginning its withdrawal today following the release of it's citizens held by the rebel government in Tropicalo. A source inside the Ministry of Defense says release of the second half of the "guests" was secured following talks with the Empire of Ralkovia and representatives of the coup leader, General Estarra.

Elements of the 13th Airborne Division are still in-country but are consolidating their position in preparation for their withdrawal from Topicalo. So far there have been no documented clashes between 13th Airborne and the rebel forces and Defense Minister Erwin Morrell hopes that trend will continue. He urges the Topicalo forces to give 13th Airborne adequate time to make arrangements for their exit. Morrell went as far as to state that if the airborne forces were able to have access to one of the many airports in country, their exit would be made much quicker.

Hopefully tensions will continue to lower in the coming days so that casualties can be avoided by both sides. Battlegroup Clarke will withdrawal outside Topicalo territorial waters, but will continue to monitor the situation from International Waters until the 13th Airborne Division is able to return home.

The remaining diplomatic staff that was not evacuated from the nation was still inside the building along with ten more Colonial Guards. Ms. Heather Belaqua was the regent ambassador was filling in Sir Parlmen's position. Due to her new position she was the one to recieve the message from the Ralkovian Colonial Tropicalon Government. She didn't know what to do with her so her first instinct was to send it over to Colonel Bradenburg.

Colonel Brandeburg gleefully listened to the report and then he stood back up. He no longer kept his AK-104 pointed in a safe direction but took aim at the Republic Guard outside the Presidential Palace.

Colonel Jacob Bradenburg kept his gun trained as he spoke, "Your Ralkovians said that we should de-escalate this crisis, he can have his de-escalation once we are done pumping bullets into the chest of General Estarra."

The twenty-five soldiers opened fire upon the guards and released their payloads from their weaponry.

OOC: For the lulz I'm going to say I have an embassy in tropicalo as well.

IC: Ralkovian embassy security see the New Greston soldiers firing the soldiers ran over with embassy workers to try and save the dying men from the New Grestons. The men drag the soldiers to cover behind what they could find treating the soldiers with what they could.

OOC: Read my signiture please. And I am fine if you are fine with it.

OOC: I did, why?

Are you going to RP with your huge population and army?

OOC: Um, yes. I only had you do that because it is GRESTON no New Greston.

Official Government Press Release:

The Government of Salzland rejoices that the hostages formerly held by General Estarra's revolutionary forces have been released, and that a peaceful solution to this crisis has been found. However, until General Estarra fulfills his promise of holding internationally-verified free elections, The Armed Republic of Salzland will maintain an embargo against Tropicalo, and will not allow its citizens or corporations to conduct business there. We call on other nations affected by this incident to do the same, in the interests of pressuring the new regime into showing that it must carry through with its promises to hold elections, or face a united global front.

OOC Edit: Went to a baseball game and missed all the fun :(

Colonel Bradenburg stopped firing and lifted his right hand. He flung it up swiftly and put it into a 90 degree angle. His men understood what it meant but still the colonel needed to make a racous yell to inform the rest.

"Halt!"

His mustache played on his lips and he he relaxed, leaving the tensed state he was in while shooting out the Tropicalons. A few soldiers on the end released a few more bullets and Colonel Bradenburg re-informed his men of the orders.

"Cease firing! Civilians in the open!"

Bradenburg stood his full height, a towering six feet and four inches. He manuevered around the Acura's and went up to the Ralkovian Embassy Staff. He flung his gun onto his back and whipped out one of his Glock 17's. He pushed the cold, black barrel up against the head of the Tropicalon who looked to be in charge.

"I demand entrance into this building. We will sweep the area and retrieve Sir Parlmen. That is all we need to do and I think you shall allow us in," said Bradenburg grimly with his worn out, gruff voice.

Bradenburg waited for the man to answer or at least nod yes, his grip on the trigger tightened. He was out to kill.

OOC: You can just do what I am doing and wreak havoc until they do start the peace talks.

OOC: Yeah, but I can't nuke him now, like I wanted to, since Ralkovia's protecting him. It isn't fair to make someone else have to clean up that mess...

A ralkovian woman listened to the pulse of a soldier, he most likely wouldn't make it. A Ralkovian soldier spoke up to the colonel Bradenburg,"You do realize that they were going to release your man in a few moments. We were going to retrieve him as we were coming out. Your man will probably be killed by the men inside. Hopefully you will stop this madness and go back to your embassy. So are leaders can work this out."

Colonel Bradenburg looked at the small soldier who spoke to him with an air of authority. The man's authority would be struck out if he continued that way. Bradenburg turned with a look of a fiery hatred in his eyes and spat out at the man a sentence.

"Sir Parlmen will be retrieved by my men. That mad man came into office and it is my job to confront that."

Colonel Bradenburg who was still not satisfied whipped up his Glock and shot out two bullets into the Ralkovians head. Then he continued on and picked up the Tropicalon Guard by his collar and bashed the man's head against a nearby car window. Once the man was dead he used him as a human sheild and twirled him over his head. He then took the dead body and threw it at a Ralkovian soldier.

He took advantage of the split seconds that the man was surpised and pumped five rounds of the AK-104 into the soldier. Then Bradenburg pushed the deceased soldier down faster and shot aimlessly in the direction of the remaining enemy soldiers.

CTS Milltown
Thirty nautical miles east of Tropicola

Despite the relative clam that had fallen over the island the decision was made to go ahead with the embassy evacuation as planned.

Six CH-206A "Mule" assault helos and three AH-196B "Nike" attack helos lifted off from the deck off the big amphibous assault ship and set out towards the Tolvanic Embassy on the outskirts of the capital. Once there they would pick up most of the embassy staff and refugees and head back to the Milltown. A small skeleton staff, and a reinforced Marine detachment, would remain behind for the time being.

TO: General Estarra

Be advised that Tolvanic Navay helicopters are inbound to evaacuate nonessential personnel from our embassy, we anticipate that this operation will only require an hour. Thank you for your cooperation in this matter.

Captain Jeffery Banks
CO, CTS Milltown
Tolvanic Navy

The ralkovian soldiers on the ground were fucked they took cover behind their dead comrades and pulled back. Many of them didn't even have weapons, but the men on the rooftop easily took aim and emptied their Galils into the Greston soldiers. 5 had a sniper version of IMI galil and quickly took headshots at 5 Greston soldiers, 1 of the first being Bradenburg. 4 men ran up the stair case they were armed with FN Minimi's they would be kill the Greston bastards.

Ralkovia to Tolvan
Low-frequency encrypted radio.

Unfortunately, Greston soldiers have seen fit to kill both Tropicola soldiers and Ralkovian embassy aides trying to save them. Ralkovian soldier are now fighting to save the entire embassy bloc from Greston getting them all killed. Ralkovian troops are in need of assistance we would ask if Tolvan would help us by taking our wounded away with you. Our nearest transports are several hundred miles away.

Colonel Bradenburg's rampage was ceased as he flew to the floor and dust engulfed him. His left arm became stiff as a streak of pain shot up from his shoulder and to his fingers. He was in relative pain due to the fall. He was swept off his feet and fell from his chest level into the torn up gravel. Where his soldiers were stationed he heard one of the cars get dented and then a couple of painful yelps. Colonel Bradenburg jumped to his feet and looked at the position of the rest of the men. Some of them were frantic others were opening fire at an area above Bradenburg's head. He scanned the length of the Grestonian half circle and saw extreme amounts of blood in two different spots. One area was where a dead man was laying across the head of the car, his berret ripped into pieces but a bullet that intruded the top of his head.

Bradenburg, thinking quickly called for his men to run across the gap and under the the door way porch. The men rushed across and were then almost directly below the snipers. The lumbering, brown doors were still closed. Bradenburg and his men then pushed it down and funneled into the hallways. They dispersed and three different groups took different routes.

One of the groups, Bradenburg's group, went straight fowards towards the President Palace's Office, the area where "El Presidente" Sumpreme Commander Robert Estarra was.

They rushed with their guns trained. Back to back the swiftly traveled the length of the hallway as an armed circle.

The snipers had heard the men enter the building, they made their way up to the last floor by stairways, laughing as they walked pretending they had no clue the greston soldiers were at the bottom. One of them placed a claymore with laser tripwire at the edge of the entrance to the only staircase in the building. They took out their secondary weapons, glocks, and stood behind the doors, crouching. They were pretty much invisible. 2 snipers continued shooting so that they wouldn't draw suspicion. They continued sniping at what seemed to be the leader.(colonel Bradenburg)

Behind the colonel, 4 ralkovian soldiers taking cover between 2 armored cars emptied their SAWs into the Greston soldiers before quickly taking cover.

Message to Ralikovian Personnel

"Wait one - roger we'll detach one Mule to pick evac Ralikovian wounded back to the Milltown for treatment."

The pilot of the lead helo thumbed hi mic and hailed the Gretonians.

"This is Tolvanic Navy helo Jackal Eight-Four. I am inbound to evac Ralikovian and civillian wounded. I will not fire Grestonian troops, however I will defend myself. Over."

The snipers had heard the men enter the building, they made their way up to the last floor by stairways, laughing as they walked pretending they had no clue the greston soldiers were at the bottom. One of them placed a claymore with laser tripwire at the edge of the entrance to the only staircase in the building. They took out their secondary weapons, glocks, and stood behind the doors, crouching. They were pretty much invisible. 2 snipers continued shooting so that they wouldn't draw suspicion. They continued sniping at what seemed to be the leader.(colonel Bradenburg)

Behind the colonel, 4 ralkovian soldiers taking cover between 2 armored cars emptied their SAWs into the Greston soldiers before quickly taking cover.

OOC: I'm inside the building already.

ooc: Yeah, my men heard you breaking in, so they ran to the top of the staircase..quietly and placed a trip mine at the top and continued sniping, of course 2 men are waiting behind behind the door way.

Also I'm going to edit my post real quick..I am going to place 2 trip mines, one at the bottom on the floor of the roof staircase and one on the middle of staircase so you can't dodge it.

OOC: How I pictured it is that once you go in you can go straight foward down a long hallway. To your right is a stair case and the same to your left. You can go up either end but end up in the same place. I'm guessing you are on the end of those stair cases and up stairs, we are down stairs and going through the center hallway.

ooc: should I make a diagram of how I'm picturing it.

Heres my description

4 story building.
1 staircase up per floor.
Each one comes up behind a wall in the back.
At either side is a claymore on the 4th floor.

A military coup is currently underway in Tropicalo. (See: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=13873389#post13873389)

The forces of General Estarra, Commander of the Tropicalo military and leader of the coup have began to march on the capitol city and are on the border between the suburban neighborhoods and the city center. Loyalist forces are largely dug in around the Presidential Palace. President Quintana has issued a statement requesting international assistance, doubting the loyalists can hold out for very long. General Estarra has issued a similar statement warning foreign states to stay out of what is an internal affair. He claims that he is the champion of the people and is removing a corrupt government. He states that fair elections will take place as soon as the old regime is removed.

However, General Estarra is not above taking an insurance policy against international involvment.

Tropicalo is a popular tourist destination that caters to the world's wealthy, and eco-tourists. The General's troops have just stormed La Grand Tropican Hotel and has "detained" several hostages that include prominant businessmen, celebrities, politicians, and other assorted VIPS from a variety of nations, including yours. The General has made it clear that the "guests" from your nation will be released as soon as the current regime is overturned and shall remain safe so long as your nation does not interfere with the coup.

The Armed Republic of Cascade States will send troops and ships / planes
to assist in bringing peace back to this nation.
We do not yet know if or how many of our people were on vacation there,
however we will be more than happy to assist the world community.

ooc:your peeps have been released cascade. All that is left is me defending the new regime from greston.

What the building looks like: Very badily drawn:
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OOC: That for a capital building? Most capital buildings open up to a large corridor, in the corridor on each side is a staircase, in the middle is a hallway. I try to show you this way

Level One

|Office|
| Hallway |
Stair case | Hallway | Stair case
|Door|

Level Two

| Stair case|
Top of stair case | Stairwell |Top of stair case

That is basically the layout. One group goes straight down the hallway, the other two take one stair case.

ooc: Capital building. I was talking about a random building near where the Republican guard were shot at. Will you be on tommorow afternoon?

(OOC: Sorry I was away for a bit. Although we announced we would release the "guests," we haven't actually done so. Suffice to say though, that we have released some of them. Others are being held in the Presidential Palace. Still others at the hotel and other places.)

Gen. Estarra laughed maniacly as he looked out the window of the Presidential Office at the troops of the various nations engaging each other. "Dance for me. Dance!"

"Presidente, hostile troops have entered the building!" Colonel Velazquez.

"What?!" Estarra yelled. "How does a ****ing Embassay guard detachment get past an infantry division?!" The Colonel shrugged.

The General sent out some of his most loyal troops from the office and positioned them around the 4th floor landing to reign bullets and/or grenades upon hostile soldiers coming up the staircase. VIPs from the hostile nations were gathered in the Presidential Office as collateral.

"Bring me a helicopter and gas up a DC-10. Also, let's add to this chaos. Arm the civilians!"

"Roger, El Presidente!"
____________________________________________________________

A soldier stood at the capitol armory as a group of angry citizens gathered around him. He took an ax and chopped off the lock to the armory, opening the heavy door wide.

"AK-47s for EVERYONE!!"

The blood thristy mob cheered.

ooc: EVIL LAUGHS ALL AROUND

ooc: MWAHAHAHAHAHAHA

OOC: Do you need to land on my ships?

ooc: Maybe. We'll see.

ooc: Okay I need to sleep. Try and wait for me before you do anything else

ooc: We'll continue tomorrow then.

ooc: thanks

OOC: If the DC-10 is taking off from a military airfield, my team will kill it.

ooc: Your men have been released and Tropicalo is now protected by a Ralkovian federation alliance.

OOC: No, that has been "Announced" but not enacted.

ooc: Actually thank you very much you just gave me an idea


To: All nations involved
From: The Ralkovian High Command and Negotiators

Due to the Greston aggression against the presidential palace your people unfortunately cannot be released. They can be released but they would most likely be killed by Greston forces who have killed unarmed Ralkovian medics and embassy workers and 6 of the soldiers guarding them. We would not want your guests to be killed in the crossfire, that is why Ralkovia would ask you to tell Greston to please cease his hostilities, he is killing unarmed workers and Ralkovian diplomats trying to solve the matter without the need for killing.

Unfortunately, men are dying because some soldiers have the patience of an overly aggressive gorilla and can't wait for their guest to be released, so they kill everyone in sight.

OOC: Nice posts. I like the blood thirsty civilian part. But anyway, I was talking about the Presidential Palace. So are you up for the design I put up for the first two floors of the palace?

"some soldiers have the patience of an overly aggressive gorilla" You hit Colonel Bradenburg's description right on.

OOC: I'm waiting for greston to get in a shooting war with ralkovia before i do anything.

OOC: I kind of am already. But since my next few posts would involve major characters from Tropicalo I am going to wait for him to log on before I post again.

ooc: Well I have no clue. I would have to wait for Tropicalo to tell me what the palace looks like. Greston do you just want to slug it out between my ralkovian embassy security and your security until he gets online.

In all honesty I really don't want a war between ralkovia and greston, I am already in 3 or 4 wars and have troops deployed all over. And apparently someone says I have a small rebellion in my nation...so I have to deal with that. Also in the Ne Behemes thread...THERE ARE SO MANY PUPPETS, SO MANY!!! YOU COULD OPEN UP A FREAKING PUPPET SHOW!!!!!!

OOC: A shooting war that ends with the replacing of estarra with quintania and the complete execution of the revolutionary army, Then ralkovia would have nothing to fight over.

OOC: I have the same problem, I am now entering your TUG war, I have tons of nations I am deployed in for one reason or an other, and the Hegemony-LION war is giant and unfortunately I am at the head of it. But anyway, I am considering this to be just a stupid colonel going over the government's head. Because, frankly, a war with you right now just wouldn't have a good ending on either side.

OOC: Thank you Greston. You should join the War of Ne Behemes instead of the TUG invasion, if worse comes to worse someone will end up invading. While in the Ne Behemes this guy is using so many puppets that he is overwhelming me with battles.

Well I have the real president with me right now.

OOC: My mission was to slaughter Estarra's men than give up and have peace talks, in the peace talks I would ask for my man back and some land to pay for repartations.

ooc: I'm just here to broker an alliance and make RAPS have many small nations in it.

OOC: Haven't got time for a ICly post, but my next post will be to ask for a ceasefire to allow evacuations, and demand all civilians are released.

(OoC: It's nice that after being out at work for a day everything has come so far yet the post I started this morning still works IC'ly with a little tweaking thanks to Ralkovia's earlier post. Thanks, Ralkovia. Thalkovia.)

The room was brightly lit, with a ornate mahogany table set in the centre. Around the table were seated six men and women, each of whom was here at the request of the Foreign Secretary who chaired the meeting.

Isaac sat at the head of the oblong table, his grim demeanour was reflected in the faces around the room. He knew things were going downhill overseas, and he had to do something soon or risk losing public support. "It appears that the situation in Tropicalo has deteriorated further. There is now a full-scale international shooting war underway within the country which is hampering efforts by aid agencies to get foreign citizens evacuated."

A low murmur flooded the room until a middle-aged woman spoke up, posing the question on most of the nations mind, "How many people do we have in the country? I know exacts are difficult to come across, but we must have some idea."

"Our best guess, between two- and five-thousand country-wide, covering all ages and social classes." Isaac paused for a moment, thinking about this. It wasn't just one ground of people this affected, it was nation wide, "Many who were outside of the capital have already been reported as returning early by immigration control. Going off there figures, and the response to our help-line, it's fair to estimate there are still some five-hundred civilian unaccounted for."

"So we're going to bang heads together?"

"It's a little too hot for that." Josh Dixon answered. As Secretary of State for Defence, this was right up his alley. "We have limited naval capacity right now. is still undergoing here upgrade program and whilst I've put getting her back in action a high priority, I can't give a time-frame. What I do have is a small flotilla of vessels prepared to sail within the hour. It's not a lot, but it should suffice to get our people out. So long as we don't fire on any other nations, we should be fine."

"Should?" Isaac raised an eyebrow at the world. He didn't like 'should', to him it meant someone hadn't thought things through.

Josh nodded, "A couple of the participants are trigger happy. Greston for one, Ralkovia for two. They seem to be getting a little too ready to use force. If we go in quick, and get out just as quick, it should be fine."

"Make it happen, Josh, and I don't need to tell you how important it is this doesn't go tits up."


[i]LBC News at Noon
An update on our top story today. Ministry of Defence officials are now confirming the rumour of a naval deployment to Tropicalo. The nation has recently been the scene of an armed revolution which saw many Laceenian nations caught up in the fighting and at least fifty held 'for their own safety' in a hotel in the nations capital. When asked if the forces were being sent to retrieve the remaining civilians still in the nation, an MoD spokesman stated it was not policy to comment on the goals of current military operations.

ooc: You would have to ask tropicalo if its okay for his population to have some of your guys in it

ooc: You would have to ask tropicalo if its okay for his population to have some of your guys in it

(OoC: Way back one page one I had some tourists in the hotel, and only half were sent back, so I'm guessing I still have some people stuck in the country. If he turns round and says they all got home, that's fine too. I'll wait and see what happens when he comes on though)

ooc:your peeps have been released cascade. All that is left is me defending the new regime from greston.

What the building looks like: Very badily drawn:
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Our nation will be happy to provide a presence if you need it to
keep Greston from taking over.

Our nation will be happy to provide a presence if you need it to
keep Greston from taking over.

OOC: GTFO this thread.

I was invited to work against you,
if you can't handle international support against your nation than you need to
play some where else.

Oh, I have nothing against you, or your RP'ing skills, but for this thread I had
merely planned to be one of your Adversaries. Please do not take this as a personal offense.

( I'll post more in character later )

ooc: I have absolutely nothing against it but I am waiting for tropicalo to wake up and get on.

ooc: I'm back. Sorry I thought the thread was deleted.

ooc: To answer a few questions: The Presidential Palace is typical. 4 stories. One big entry way with grand staircase. A few large halls off the sides. The other floors are mostly offices. The fourth floor is the Presidential Office and Residence.

As far as people planted in the nation. Sure. It's a small nation with not a lot going on, so maybe a few, but not 5,000. That's a nice chunk of our population. haha!

The only concern the rest of the world has with us is a) a fantastic tourist destination!; b) off-shore banking; c) strategic proximity to other great powers.

OOC: What about the design I showed earlier? Would that work? Anyway, stay online for a bit because I am to post once you answer this.

Diplomatic Communique

To: Cascade States
From: Gen. Robert Estarra, Acting President of the Republic

We accept your offer of assistance in the defense of our newly installed regime from hostile foreign forces. Please coordinate with our ally Ralkovia. We shall be enternally greatful for your assistance.

/signed/ Gen. Robert Estarra

ooc: That is a rough idea of what it looks like. Tropicalo troops control the rooftop I believe, where there is a helipad. The Presidential Office opens up on a large balcony/terrance that faces the main plaza, where this fight all started.

I think Greston and I are dangerously close to Hating each other over a misunderstanding.

I came into this to help bring peace,
To hopefully make some international friends for our nation.

Some one asked me to " Help Stop Greston's aggression"
so I'm going back to read Every Post.

If Greston is here to help the people of this nation, and not to build an Empire,
I Will Apologize to him / her.

If Greston is here for less then honest reasons, I'll make no such apologies.

Fair enough for everyone?

OOC: I'm here because they kidnapped a politician/ambassador of ours which we are trying to get out.

OOC: I'm here because they kidnapped a politician/ambassador of ours which we are trying to get out.

If that's the case,

I apologize to you Greston !
I was misinformed by another nation asto what your purposes were.

I hope that this incident will not color our national relations in the future?

Just one shell and governments fall like flies!
Kaboom! Die!
They stumble and fall!
Bye-Bye!
Backs to the Wall.
Aim high!
We're having a ball.
The tank and bullet rule as democracy dies!

General Robert Estarra gains control of the Tropicalo Government

To: The Nation of Greston
From: The Diplomatic Ministry of the Republic of Tropicalo

Our newly installed government has concluded an alliance with the Empire of Ralkovia and are now a protectorate state. If you continue hostile action on our land if will constitute as a de facto declaration of war upon both Tropicalo and its benefactor the Glorious Empire of Ralkovia. Please remove all forces immediately.

Respectfully,
Colonel Raul Hidalgo, Diplomatic Ministry of the Republic of Tropicalo

To: Greston
From: Ministry of Ralkovian Foreign Affairs
Encrypted

Tell your men to stand down. Your nations influentials are being released. Your men have attacked and killed unarmed Ralkovian medics, unarmed embassy workers, and unarmed civilians. They have killed Ralkovian soldiers sent to protect the medics, embassy workers, and civilians as well. Ralkovia cannot stand around and watch as a carefully constructed negotiation for a peaceful resolution to this crisis goes up in smoke by a few Grestonian soldiers with no patience. Ralkovia does not want to use its military to resolve this issue but if Greston believes that killing everyone to retrieve one person is there official course of action, Ralkovia will have to act with the full force of justice behind it. Ralkovia is not one to make threats against larger nations, especially ones with a larger military force, but Ralkovia will make a stand to protect its people.

Ralkovia believes that the current course of action should be for your soldiers to surrender immediately. We will allow Greston custody of both its ambassador and its soldiers after capture. Your men will be brought to the nearest Greston naval ship and we hope you will courtmartial some of your soldiers for the murder of unarmed Ralkovian civilians and diplomatic workers. Ralkovia asks Greston to take a more peaceful course.

If Greston decides to take their ambassador by force though, Ralkovia would believe that he would be shot by Tropicalo troops before he could be saved. Ralkovia cannot promise anyones safe return if Greston troops go galavanting around with guns ablaze.

ooc: BUMP

Ralkovian forces though tired, exhausted, and homesick were heading back from another major conflict in North Mejona. It was a Ralkovian Allied Protectorate State that had been invaded by its larger brother country South Mejona. Ralkovian Armed Forces had triumphed over the 900,000 South Mejona soldiers. It had been hard won but won none the less. Ralkovian forces had lost 80,000 troops out of the original 700,000, but it was a victory. It was a tremendous victory, it had seized 108,706 sq mi of oil rich and valuable farmland from the desert country of South Mejona it a counterattack, it had also assimilated 8 million civilians along with the capital.

South Mejona was broken down to only 30,000 sq mi. The land was mostly desert and steppe. It had only a population of probably 15 million now. Ralkovia had completely overrun and taken the territory giving the farmland to North Mejona and keeping part of the oil richs for itself.

Those soldiers were now on the way back to Ralkovia but Tropicalo was a new field of conflict and Ralkovian troops would be stationed their for the time being. The fleet was not huge but was rather large. A quarter of the soldiers would be deployed to the island while the fleet took on supplies it would also meet up with the Ralkovian six fleet.


A telegram went out to all nations in this incident.

TO: All nations in this incident
From: The Ralkovian 6th stationed off the coast of Tropicalo
and
The Ralkovian 8th fleet heading to Tropicalo

The Ralkovian 8th fleet is on its way to Tropicalo to take on supplies from the 6th fleet and Tropicalo ports before heading back to Ralkovia. Though it may look like an increase in armed forces on land and sea it absolutely not. Ralkovia is not stepping up forces at any front, it will be transferring healthy troops to the sixth fleet so 8th fleet can take the wounded back. Please do be alarmed by the increase in forces for the temporary time.

To: Tropicalo's leaders and citizens
From: The Secretary of War & The Secretary of Defense, Yanbania

Dear Tropicalo leaders and citizens,

Yanbania's prisoners have not been released per request 2 days ago. Supreme Commander of Tropicalo, you have 48 hours to release the prisoners before the Yanbanian 5th fleet heads to Tropicalo. If the prisoners are not released, the Yanbanian 5th fleet will open fire on your main port. The Yanbanian 101st Airborne is also heading in. We will engage if our demands are not met within the 48 hour time period. Declarations of war have been signed by the President of Yanbania and will become official if the prisoners have not been released. In addition, the President has, for this specific event and this event only, repealed the 5th Amendment of Yanbania's Bill of Rights which states that "Any Civilians taken prisoner through war are considered normal prisoners and are not to be put into POW camps". This means any Tropicalo citizens we capture upon your non-complience will be questioned, and if need, then put in POW camps. Remember, Supreme Commander, you have 48 hours.

The Secretary of War & The Secretary of Defense, Yanbania

To: The Secretary of War & The Secretary of Defense, Yanbania
From: The Ministry of Protectorates
Heavily Encrypted
Dear,
Mr. or Mrs. or whomever is in charge of your so called military. The Ralkovian Armed Forces are currently an established force in the Region. Tropicalo is currently under RAPS(Ralkovian Allied Protectorate States) Any move to attack them will be met head-on. Ralkovia is currently working with Tropicalo for the release of all prisoners. Ralkovia will sink your entire fleet if it attempts to invade Tropicalo. Enough blood has been spilt already, just let us handle this issue.

In order to avoid spilling blood without cause,
our forces will not enter your country.
We will send a civilian jet to pick up our people.
And offer you any assistance you need in this crisis.

Ralkovia cannot guarantee your guests safety. Grestonian soldiers are attacking the presidential office as we speak and are turning them into a bloodbath.

Colonel Bradenburg and his men were thoroughly confused. The embassy was constantly letting them in on updates and the radio lines were constantly in use. But all that the colonel and his men knew was that they had just killed tons of people and were stuck in the Presidential Palace, an impossible mansion. They were caught unable to navigate themselves through it so they met back up in main entrance hall. The highly trained soldiers stood with their backs up against the large wooden doors to the outside. The men raised their guns and aimed at the staircases and the hallway. Colonel Bradenburg stepped foward with his gun level and screamed out a racous bark that echoed throughout the palace.

"Bring us Sir Charles Parlment, now! I want him alive and in Grestonian Custody immediately else the rest of this capital building will be shot up! If you wish to negotiate, come here!"

The men kept their cool but they were scared to see who would come, they killed an entire Tropicalon regiment already as well as innocent Ralkovians so the two sides were bound to have some bad blood.

Colonel Jacob Bradenburg patted his chest and his hands came upon four clips for his AK-104 as well as his second Glock 17 sidearm; all of which was strapped to his thick kevlar bulletproof vest. He was praying that the little vest could withstand a few bullets, because he was bound to run into much more than just a few. He noticed how low on the supplies to his AK-104, but he knew one thing; he wasn't leaving until every single bullet in the gun and its clips were empty.

Bradenburg waited until the first person appear and tensed.

Ralkovian soldiers slowly surrounded the compound. There were only a 100 or so. They had been moved in with everyone else before an alliance between Tropicalo and Ralkovia had been made.

Bradenburg slowly slipped the window shade open so he could peak out of it. He had the barrel of his AK-104 push it out of the way then he turned so he could see. Nearly twenty feet ahead of the front steps of the building was Ralkovian soldiers. Brandenburg flew back to where he was and faced his men. He slowly started to panic but came up with an idea. He rushed to the rest of his men and made them circle up around him.

"Flash bangs! Hand me your flash bangs." He started collecting a few flash bang grenades then made two of the other soldiers follow him to the window. He qued one soldier to bust open the window with the butt of his gun and he quickly followed his orders.

Two soldiers on the other side of the door did the same. Bradenburg raised his gun with one hand while he flipped the pin off one of the grenades with his other. He waited three seconds then flung the grenade out the window.

He squinted as he heard the explosion then he shoved the barrel of the gun through the open window and opened fire. He emptied the magazine then backed off as the next guy moved in to start firing. Colonel Bradenburg reloaded then took another flash bang and thrust it outside. He started screaming commands to his crew.

"You there, do as I do! You guys watch the door," Two soldiers at the other window started doing Bradenburg's technique. Then, with Bradenburg at the head, three of the soldiers stood in front of the door with their guns raised. They waited on Bradenburg to just open it.

Ralkovian snipers waited for the door to open.

The Ralkovian soldiers on the ground stumbled as they were caught off guard, some fired others just fell over.


(I'd right more I'm just busy)

"How DARE they presume to enter the Presidential Palace!" General Estarra shouted incredulously. "Send the Presidential Guard down the staircase to flush them out of the building! Now!"

"Aye, Comandante!"

The helicopter that Estarra had requested could be heard approaching in the background.

Colonel Bradenburg heard the nostalgic humming of the approaching helicopter in the background and he immediately knew he is position; he was screwed. He heard a massive amount of shoes pressing down on hard wood from the corridor next to the top of the staircase and he knew men were coming to flush them out. Having little time to react he started, once again, barking orders in his hoarse voice.

"Take down those scum bags! Eddie, get a tripper on those stairs, ASAP!"

He pointed his soldiers around as they scrammbled around planting explosives on the stair steps and on the banister as well as the floor after getting off the stair steps. Bradenburg had one of the indoor plants smashed on the floor and then scattered around where the guards would have to go as well.

Then the men started bracing themselves for a massive fire fight. They were taking up places so that they would be covered while the two parties were shot out.

Colonel Bradenburg flipped a table and got behind it with two soldiers next to him, Sgt. Peter Bailey and Sgt. William Marinosa. Other than Bradenburg they were the two highest ranking soldiers out of the 25.

The three of them started laying out flashbangs and an inventory of weapons of choice to use as their were to be soon rushed.

"Let those little fuckers come!"

The colonel tightened his grip on his gun and waited for the Tropicalons to come.

The Ralkovia soldiers through frag grenades through the windows as a few Ralkovians ventured up the stairs to open the door. One of them placed a C4 charge on the door, the soldiers quickly ran down the stairs as the door was blown wide open.

ooc: BUMP

TO: Tropicalo
FROM: Vamperial Kingdom of Lynion, Vamperial Headmaster Lee Kingston

It has come to my attention you still haven't allowed our civilians to leave the country. In response to this, a sizeable armada is enroute to your nation and if you don't hand over the civilians of ours to them, then be prepared to face their wrath!

TO: Vamperial Kingdom of Lynion, Vamperial Headmaster Lee Kingston
FROM: The Peoples Empire of Ralkovia

We in Ralkovia are working for the release of your civilians. Unfortunately the nation known as Greston is attacking the complex in which your civilians and everyone elses are being held. This makes it impossible to have them released without the large chance of having your civilians wounded or killed. There is no need for any ships or increase in military. Ralkovia is working very delicately to resolve this issue. Trust us, you our are close friends but Tropicalo is under Ralkovian Allied Protectorate State Status.

Since our nation only really spend money on Military stuff like bombs, guns, exy, ext we also would like to get invovled in this , but being nutural. I will have to agree with Lynion in saying that you should let his people go. If you do not have the man power to do so, we will glady help you in crushing this rebelion and helping his people go free. /signed Astaris of kelewann

To:Ralkovia
Frome: The Nation of Kelewann
If you need some help, our nation... The rouge Naiton of Kelewann is ready to deploy some militray help to the complex to make shure Lynion and the other civilians are safe. We have a large military force and do not mind helping. We are not asking for anything, besides the fact that if this happens to us we will hope that you will also help us. If you chose not to have us help you, we will still be watching and have troops ready if you so chose to change your mind. This is not a letter of war, but just a offering of help to those who need it.

CTS Milltown
Off the Tropicalon Coast

It had only taken the CH-206As a little over two hours to evac the embassy and return to the Milltown. The original plan had been to leave a small skeleton staff to run the embassy but in light of the growing violence between Ralkovian and Grestonian troops, the decision to evacuate the embassy entirely was made. After destroying or removing any sensitive materials the embassy was locked up tight and completely shuttered.

Once the refugees were safely aboard the Milltown and her two escorts withdrew from the area.


Landing, San Espada Islands
Puerto Diego Naval Station

The bulk of the Tolvanic Navy's Caribean Squadron, forward based at Puerto Diego Naval Station, was putting to sea. At the moment the Squadron consisted of twenty-four ships, twenty of which were actual combat vessels of some form. While this was not an overly large force by any means it was nevertheless quite capable of protecting the Commonwealth's interests in the region.

For now the ships would do nothing other than patrol the area and keep an eye on the situation in Tropicalo. The Commonwealth's interests were not served by continued instability in a nation so close to its territory, even an overseas territory, and the large military build ups by several other nations was a cause for concern.

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Diplomatic Directorate - Official Communiqué

From: Dr. Michiko Flax, Director General, Diplomatic Directorate of the Unitary Technocracy of Etoile Arcture
To: President Robert Estarra, Republic of Tropicalo, Commander of Ralkovian forces in Tropicalo
Classification: Restricted, Eyes Only
Subject: Evacuations

The Unitary Technocracy of Etoile Arcture remains concerned for the safe-being of its and other nations citizens remaining in Tropicalo. I urge the Tropicalan and Ralkovian governments to honour the promise made by President Estarra and expedite the transfer of foreign nationals back to the custody of their own respective nations.

I am aware of and condemn fully the precipitous and reckless actions that have been taken by some members of the Grestonian security forces in your country. These actions jeopardise the safety of all our citizens. As such, the Unitary Technocracy offers to provide military aircraft, diplomatic vehicles and force protection at the main international airport to allow the safe and speedy evacuation of all remaining visitors.

An agreement to allow this evacuation to take place will be viewed very favourably by my government and would form the basis for going forward towards normalising relations between our two nations.

-----

If this latest message was the velvet glove, then the iron fist concealed inside were the gathering forces of the Etoile Arcture military. The 477 Special Operations Group, or SOG, had already established a forward operating base now called Tropicala One, or TONE, in a remote part of the island. And in the last few hours Task Force Delphine had taken station in international waters just off the Tropicalan coast. This included the EAS Manummission, an amphibious assault ship with a full infantry battalion and 40 MV-22C Opsrey tiltrotors embarked, and the firepower of Carrier Strike Group 11 lead by the supercarrier EAS Delphine and its 90 strong air wing. A destroyer group of two cruisers and three destroyers and two attack submarines completed the task force. For now they would watch and wait patiently for their next orders to arrive - whatever they may be.

From: General Louis Black of Ralkovian forces in Tropicalo
To: Dr. Michiko Flax, Director General, Diplomatic Directorate of the Unitary Technocracy of Etoile Arcture
Encrypted
Subject: Evacuations

We are trying to evacuate your people as we speak. You are most welcome to help in any possible way.

ooc: BUMP

"GO GO GO!" The Tropicalo Palace guard rounded the corners of the main staircase charging the troops of Greston that had audaciously entered the Presidential Palace. A couple grenades were carelessly tossed at the their makeshift barriers and the AK-47s and Uzis sprayed the grand foyer in a shower of firepower.
_____________________________________________________________________

"My glorious leader, your helicopter is here!" announced the Colonel.

"Right. Grab the ambassador and his wife. We're going to the roof to board," General Estarra responded. "Tell our troops to buy as much time as they can. And alert the Air Force for an escort and to leave a special surprise." The newly installed ruler of Tropicalo let out a deep laugh.
______________________________________________________________________

In the main plaza, the newly armed citizen mob had gathered to approach the Presidential Palace. Others had chose to riot and smoke could be seen from varying other parts of the capitol city.

"Out with the foreign dogs!" let out a blood thirsty cry.

______________________________________________________________________

Troop trucks could be seen driving down the road from the military base outside the capitol.

To: Estarra
From: Ralkovian Government

Ralkovia is sending 5 apaches and a few F-35Bs as an escort to your helicopter. We urge you to not do anything drastic to your capital. Ralkovian troops are still in there, along with any hope of you ruling.

A Ralkovian aircraft carrier is open to your landing.

To: Ralkovian Government
From: General Estarra

Roger that. We await your escort to the carrier.

Within 3 minutes F-35Bs fly over the presidential offices.

Radio: COME WITH ME IF YOU WANT TO LIVE

The Grestonian Ambassador and his wife are loaded into the helicopter, followed by General Estarra and a couple senior military officials.

A soldier shuts the door and the helicopter lifts off towards the sea, following the Ralkovian escort.

"Viva El Presidente!" shouts some from the crowd below. Others are too busy rioting or engaging foreign troops.

Ralkovia announces that it is currently releasing all guests immediately.

To: Estarra
From: Ralkovia
Heavily Encrypted
Tell your men to release all hostages immediately. We will create as much chaos as possible.

"The cat is away! Time for the mice to play!" screamed a peasant in the crowd. Some of the less savory citizens had begun to loot area businesses, while others were attempting to maintain law and order.

Meanwhile, Antonio Esperanza, leader of Tropicalo's Communist Party, felt that the time for the people's revolution had come...

To: Ralkovia
From: General Estarra
Heavily Encrypted

Most of the others have been released. We have Greston's envoy with us so they will not attack our helicopter.

Ralkovian land forces began arriving on the island. 20,000 highly trained troops would make their way across the island to handle the situation. They would restore balance and settle the people down for the arrival of Estarra.

The barricades were split apart from the hail of bullets, the furios Tropicalo Guards already took out three of the men, leaving the rest to fend for them selves.

"Scum bags!"

Bradenburg yelled with rage as he emptied another clip out into the Tropicalons. His partners proceeded to do the same and in a few seconds the entire Grand Foyer was full of spraying bullets and the hulking masses and tattered, dead bodies.

"Let those bastards have it! Let them know what us Grestonian's can do," the colonel screamed with an air of disgust.

As the words left his mouth they played on his lips before leaving and echoeing throughout halls. Once the commands cleared out only two noises were audable; the gun firing and the massing angered crowd outside.

Then one more sound entered the scene, the explosives started to trigger off. The massive amounts and explosives planted would easily tear through the enemy men. After a few rounds of going off Bradenburg jumped up to see what carnage await after the bombs did their job.

Bradenburg sensed victory but didn't care as the door directly behind him was blown wide open in a ball of fire. The blast threw him off his balance but he quickly staggered back to his feet.

Bradenburg raised his gun and stared ahead of him; through the fiery doorway was a massive crowd, a crowd of disturbing proportions, all armed to the teeth and screaming at the top of their lungs, "Viva El Presidente!" towards helicopters above.

"Fuckers! Peasant bastards! Back you asswiping civilians! Back away," Bradenburg spat out towards the crowd. The started to have different ideas and was more concerned with looting then fight so the soldier took less care.

But Bradenburg looked closer and saw the crowd tearing apart one of the bodies of the men killed by the snipers. He mutter to him self and whipped out his second Glock 17. He had already emptied one Glock and was on to his second, all he had left was his assualt rifle and his Colt 45.

He pointed the pistol straight ahead, aimed at the massed crowd. He started to shake as the words slid out of his mouth, "Die, mother, fuckers."

With each word one bullet was shot. After the third round left he started just shooting insanely, quickly emptying the clip, and started shooting nothing. He unloaded and placed another magazine in; he quickly emptied that with a bloodcurling roar. Once it was empty a second time he just flung the gun away and whipped out his 45. He fired until he couldn't anymore than screamed to his.

"Get the fuck out of here! Now!"

Ralkovian soldiers threw Kolokol grenades (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Kolokol-1) into the Foyer. In 3 seconds most of the crowd and anyone in the Foyer would be knocked out. The gas quickly covered the entire foyer, anyone not wearing a full hazmat suit with gas masks and oxygen tanks would be unconcious for 6 hours. The gas could enter through the skin or through breathing it in.

The soldiers quickly took cover outside the presidential palace. 2 Hazmat soldiers waited behind the safety of a broken car as they finished checking their equipment for any leaks or cuts.

Three little bottle type grenades rolled into the foyer, flying past Bradenburg's bloodstained boots. He quickly recongnized the grenades for Kolokol grenades, an opiate-derived incapacitating agent, a derivative of the drug fentanyl. Bradenburg thought of his odds as the area around him grew blurry and seemed to dance. His bolstering build and heavy breathing seemed to shrink and slide out of him. In the background he heard large thumps, like bodies falling to floor without any interference; but the sound came to him as screaming hissing noises that felt like his ears bleeding. He blinked a few times as he shot two more bullets from his 45 and collapsed to the ground, unconcious.

Ralkovian Hazmat troops waited 4 minutes before going in. They quickly disarmed the crowd before heading to the Greston troops and pulling them out one at a time. It took almost an hour to do so. They took care of the men putting bandages, anti-biotics, splints, and stitches on broken bones, open cuts, and other wounds. The soldiers watched in disgust as the men were healed by the medics.

The Greston troops were brought to the sanctity of the Ralkovian Embassy. Each man was checked carefully for any weapons or metal. They were undressed and given some sheets as covering. Their mouths were also checked for any cyanide pills or poisons.
A man with a Metal-detector(you know the ones at the airport, when you get taken to the special line) checked their bodies for any metals as well.

Each Greston soldier was chained down by handcuffs to the feet and legs making it impossible to try and escape let alone get up. They were kept in separate rooms and a Ralkovian guard with a pistol or Ak watched them carefully.

OOC: You've got a TG

ooc: TG back to you

The men stood watching the soldiers. One of them, a colonel Bradenburg, his dogtag* had woken up.
"Glad you could wake up, We were all waiting for you and your men." A voice from behind Bradenburg said. The women walked around the colonels bed. She wore instead of a normal rank, a patch with a skull with its mouth open and blood red lines.

Every soldier in the world knew what that patch meant, it was of the infamous Skull Guard. They were the interrogation branch of the death guard. They were some of the most feared interrogators alive. Mercy did not exist in their dictionaries. They would drive men to insanity and back, from life to death and back to life until they got what they desired.

The Skull Guard women stopped in front of Bradenburg before stooping over and giving him a long deep kiss. She had already begun and he probably didn't even know it. She was playing mind games with him. She whispered into his ear, "Don't worry, we will have plenty of time to play before your released."

*I assume your soldiers wear dogtags

Fort Valdez
San Espada Islands

The big C-201A Skyfreighter (http://www.forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13640763&postcount=477) touched down on the tarmac and headed for the unloading area of Strip Two to disgorge its payload. The transport was the fifth to arrive today, and there were another ten on the way. The airlift was bringing the 2nd Battalion - 32nd Armoured Regiment (Airmobile) to the base for a temporary deployment. The battalion, outfitted with 45 of the new M59A1 Russ (http://www.forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=13337652&postcount=262) light tanks and nearly 300 soliders, had been sent to bolster the Island's garrison of 20,000 troops and provide additional armoured punch should it be required if the situation in Tropicalo got out of hand. For now the 2/32 was the only unit tapped for deployment to the region, but several other units were on alert should more forces be needed.

Message to All parties Involved in Tropicalo

Dear Sir,

I have been instructed by government to convey our dismay at your deployment of large numbers of military personnel to Tropicalo. The situation in that country and indeed the entire region is precarious at best and it is our opinion to committing forces directly will only serve to exacerbate the situation and lead to further bloodshed. As the Commonwealth has withdrawn its presence from the nation of Tropicalo entirely we have no interest the conflict unfolding there. However, the Commonwealth has considerable interests in the region and will not allow instability to spread to our holdings. As a result we are deploying additional forces as we feel necessary to ensure the security of our interests. These forces are not meant for any offensive purpose but will act to ensure Tolvanic lives of property is protected.

Governor Winston Garcia
Tolvanic San Espada Islands
Commonwealth of Tolvanic

To: Governor Winston Garcia
Tolvanic San Espada Islands
Commonwealth of Tolvanic

Ralkovia is dealing with losses on the home front and in the foreignlands. We have lost our dearly beloved Emperor this afternoon. Ralkovia does not stand for bloodshed and certainly does not want it. Ralkovia has no interest in effecting your possessions and Ralkovia is currently trying to stabilize Tropicalo. We understand your need for protection and will not take the increase of forces as hostile or consider it an enemy in any way. Ralkovia hopes that the Commonwealth, will understand that Ralkovia is merely trying to bring stability and cooperation between all parties as well. Unfortunately this has cost many innocent Ralkovian lives. We hope that the Commonwealth will not use its increased forces in any hostile actions against Ralkovia or Tropicalo. We will maintain a "control" over the island if possible and make sure chaos does not spread to the Commonwealths possessions.

OOC: Now its time to go to bed...Its 1 am and I have to wake up at something like 6am

In an outlying suburb of the capital city a beaten up truck was winding down almost deserted streets. Most Tropicalans had rushed into the city centre or the presidential palace where riots had erupted in the wake of the revolution. Nothing might have marked out the truck from any of the other beat up trucks and cars you might see on Tropicalan streets. Except for the handheld digital radio the passenger was carrying. He tapped the transmit button, emitting two pairs of break squelches. At the signal the doors to Etoile Arcture's High Commission to Tropicalo swung open, admitting the truck into the courtyard before swing closed once again.

Waiting inside was the consular staff and their bodyguards. More accustomed to travelling in the luxury of their diplomatic Acura sedans and SUVs, were more than a little surprised at their latest mode of transport, but none would be complaining that they were leaving. In the streets outside trigger men had disguised themselves as Tropicalans, VP90 submachine guns and compact Franchi PA3 shotguns concealed beneath their clothes to overwatch the exfiltration. The doors swung open and the men jumped into the back of the truck or rode the fenders as they drove out the city with their precious cargo. Just a few minutes away from rendezvousing with a Hawk quad tiltrotor waiting just outside the city limits to fly them to the EAS Manummission wiating off the coast.

This was not the only special forces operation going on. Forward base TONE had been abandoned and the remainder of 477 SOG had flown direct to the main international airport. The aircraft converted from horizontal to vertical flight mode and made rolling landings on the tarmac, the downwash of the four proprotors of each tiltrotor enough to dissuade anyone with far from virtuous thoughts from approaching the aircraft. As soon as the pilots cut power to their engines fast attack vehicles and LUMP trucks gunned down the rear ramp doors and fanned out to form a defensive perimeter, their grenade launchers and machine guns training outwards.


Stepping off one of the LUMPS trucks Colonel Brassey, commanding the 477th, strode forward in his Multicam uniform and armour chassis to survey the perimeter. He could see the Tolvan transports unloading, but there was no sign of the hostages, guests of the republic, or whatever it was the diplomats were calling it. "Comms, patch me into the Ralkovian radio net," he ordered, having only to wait a few sections before a thumbs up. "This is Etoile Arcture Evac One at the international airport calling Ralkovian army headquarters. Requesting instructions to begin transfer of our civilians, over." he transmitted.

The Union of West Seacombe has wired the legitamet government $15m. If called on we can scramble our troops and they will be on the ground in around 3 hours. The union is urging the rebel forces to surrender and put down their weapons. However if they do not comply then god help because they be destroyed. I have deployed my Generals so they can view the situation as it develops.

The Ralkovian radio crackled to life. A voice could be heard, the radio operator alerted his commander, taking the speaker out of its holder the man spoke slowly and calmy so the man on the other side could hear him. The voice was stern and monotone, the commander was indifferent to the whole situation going on.

"Your men should be arriving at the international airport in about 5 minutes. I just confirmed it with my transports. Can you confirm 2 APCs heading your way?"

OOC: Just say you see the APCs, I'll make a post about them arriving

ooc: BUMP

Bradenburg instantly understood the patch on the rough women's uniform. His cold, hard heart continued to beat slowly. The haunting stories of what these people could do had no affect over him; for the simple fact that stories about him were much, much worse.

Bradenburg started to laugh as she spoke, he had total disregard of the women and the men behind her. To him the entire thing was a game and the second she was done torturing him, he would get up and shoot a hollow point bullet, out of his 45, into the head of every Ralkovian there. Then she kissed him and a cold chill ran down his spine, he couldn't help but chuckle a little.

"Play, aye? I don't want to see you open your mouth unless it's to suck my dick, little lady." Bradenburg started to laugh insanely with his statement, the bewildered face on interrigator was all to funny.

The woman smiled,"A free will is easily broken...we find your weakness and snap." She walked over and said something in Ralkovian. The man saluted and turned a nozzle, she put a face mask over him. "This is Mogota stem, it is a neuro-pain stimulant, meaning every nerve cell in your body is going to scream in pain." The gas slowly pumped into his body, in another room across from where he was, Greston troops screamed in pain. She walked out of the room leaving the guard to watch him. She would interogate a few other before turning her attention back to that man.

OOC: I don't know what Tolvanic transports Colonel Brassey sees since my helos are already clear of Tropicalon airspace and my ships are well over the horizon. The tanks are being flown in my territory in San Espada Islands which I'm RPing as 200 or so nautical miles away.

ooc: Greston TG for you

OOC: TG(s) back.

ooc: Your turn

The tanks arebeing flown in my territory in San EspadaIslands which I'm RPing as 200 or so nautical miles away.
OOC: Oops, my mistake.

ooc: You going to respond to my post Etoile?

The Tropicalo military helicopter landed gently onto the Ralkovia fleet's flagship carrier. Soldiers secured the helicopter and opened the doors, saluting General/President Estarra as he exited with Greston's Ambassador and wife in tow. They quickly made their way along with other staff members into the interior of the carrier.

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"There is no government!" yelled Antonio, leader of the Tropicalo Communist Party over a bullhorn to the crowd. "They have all left our shores! Now is time for the people to rise up against the tyranny of the other two 'presidents'. Viva el republica!"

His supporters took to the streets, intent on claiming the government for themselves.

Soldiers from the Mobilized Armor Regiment quickly closed in on the capital. They would take it over from the people and make their way to the presidential capital. The Regiment was only 25 miles outside the city and would be their within the hour.

"There is no government!" yelled Antonio, leader of the Tropicalo Communist Party over a bullhorn to the crowd. "They have all left our shores! Now is time for the people to rise up against the tyranny of the other two 'presidents'. Viva el republica!"

His supporters took to the streets, intent on claiming the government for themselves.


OOC: If there is a Communist uprising Tolvan will back Estarra and Ralkovia in crushing it brutally if you wanna head in that direction.

ooc: Count on it

OOC: TG for you Ralkovia

ooc: Fast forward a few torture scenes later

She smiled at the colonel pleasantly."Your men informed me of what I need to know. Your being released. To bad I didn't get to play with you. Its unfortunate really." She picked up a small bottle of kolokol and fed it into the machine that was providing him with oxygen. They were emptied into the rioting streets 6 hours later, without weapons to even fight with.

OOC: I'll post ICly tonight, I'm deploying Tolvanic forces to Tropicalo to eliminate Antonio and the commies. I won't attack anyone else unless they engage my troops.

San Espada Islands

It hadn't taken word of a Communist revolt in Tropicalo to reach Brayton and the Tolvanic government. After a brief debate the decision was made to deploy Tolvanic troops to assist the forces of General Estarra and his international allies in quashing the revolt before it spread very far. The Commonwealth typically wouldn't concern itself in the internal affairs of another nation, but Tropicalo was very close to the San Espada Islands and a Communist Tropicalo was a threat to Tolvanic interests in the region.

The forces tapped for the intial phases of the operation were limited, after all the rebellion was still in its nascent stage and decisive force now could crush it before it spread. The bulk of Battlegroup Rapier was the 12th Infantry Brigade (Airmobile), part of the 4th Airmobile Division. In addition the 14th Marine Expeditionary Unit (built around 2nd Battalion, 7th Marine Regiment) and elements of the 27th Armoured Brigade were gearing up to deploy.

Due to the proximity of Tropicalo to the San Espada Islands the operation would have the benefit of air cover from the 33rd Expeditionary Wing (Provisional). The ground forces would also have air cover from carrier Cormonant and the amphibous assault ship Milltown, plus gunfire support from their escorts.

Message to General Estarra and All Nations with Military Forces in Tropicalo

As you may know, a group of Communist revolutionaries has launched an open revolt against the Estarra government. While the Commonwealth has thus far remained neutral in this conflict, we will not allow the emergence of a Communist state in such close proximity to the San Espada Islands. As a result we are deploying military forces to take immediate action to halt this rebellion. We will coordinate with your forces as necessary, however Tolvanic troops will not submit to foreign command at this time. Also, be aware that our troops will defend themselves if threatened.

Tyler Hutchins
Prime Minister
Commonwealth of Tolvan

ooc: So we are all on the same page here politically - three separate regimes are competing for power here. President Quintana represents the former democratic (but corrupt) government. He was deposed in a military coup by General Estarra, who represents a military junta and facist ideology. They hold Quintana and his cabinet captive. Now a Communist rebellion is taking place under the leadership of Antonio Esparanza.

The truck carrying Etoile Arcture's diplomats appeared to raise no suspicions during its short journey to the pickup zone containing a Hawk tiltrotor. When the tarpaulin covering the back was drawn back and the diplomats saw sunlight again, none even tried to disguise their relief upon seeing their 200 million dollar ride home waiting in a clearing.

The special forces soldiers had them all loaded in short order and the aircraft took off in a maelstrom of kicked up dirt and flying leaves with only the now abandoned truck to stand sole witness. The flight to the EAS Manumission lasted only twenty minutes from there on, most if it flown at only 60 feet, and halfway they were met by two F/A-38 Sentinel strike fighters of the EAS Delphine air wing.

Meanwhile, at the main airfield the second part of the evacuation was about to take place. Following initial contact with the Ralkovian commander the Etolian commander saw two armoured personnel carriers as promised making their way across the tarmac. "This is Colonel Brassey to Ralkovian command," he spoke into his squawk box. "Confirmed, have eyes on your two APCs heading towards Evac One, over."

Tag: Ralkovia

The APCs headed slowly to the planes and stopped a good distance away from them. The 4 Ralkovian soldiers walked the Etoile Arcture guests to the plane. They slowly walked with weapons pointed down to the ground towards the Etoile soldiers.

Finally, the soldiers and Etoile guests arrived in front of the Etoile special forces. The soldiers released the once captive citizens and waited for the Etoiles to make a head count. One of the Ralkovian soldiers smiled, he cleared his throat before saying, "Goodbye, Hope you had a wonderful time at the island paradise of Tropicalo. Be sure to come back soon. We were thrilled to have you." A few of the guests and Ralkovian soldiers chuckled nervously at the joke that had been told. The soldiers slowly backed away to the APCs never taking their eyes off the Etoiles.

ooc: BUMP

Antonio Esparanza and his gang of Communist supporters emerged from the plaza and charged for the Presidential Palace. They had seen some foreign troops enter the building but were not sure if they remained. Esparanza had used firey rhetoric to arouse more members of the crowd to his cause.

The mob approached the enterance of the Presidential Palace.

The soldiers inside told the mob outside to stop. They had already blocked the door with sandbags and men had taken position inside the palace. There were 100 soldiers in the palace, 40 soldiers in the embassy, and 10 at the top of a large building near the presidential palace. They were all heavily armed and ready to defend, some had SAWs, most had IMI Galil, and a few had Galil snipers. Most soldiers still had canisters of Kolokol and grenades.

Mechanized Armor entered the city, they were on high alert. ERA armor (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Reactive_armour) and ARENA (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Arena_%28active_countermeasures_system%29) would protect the tanks from most RPG attacks. They slowly made their way through the city.

OOC: Are the communists limited to the capitol city or have they spread? Also, does the capitol have a name?

OOC: I might need a summary of what I missed. Tropicalo or Ralkovia can you please TG me.

ooc: You didn't miss anything much. Just a communist force trying to take over the presidential palace. I dropped off someones hostages at their plane.

Your guys are still in the middle of the street