NationStates Jolt Archive

From: The Local Government of the County of East Narbonnensis
To: All Members of the International Community
Subject: Terrorist threat

For those of you unaware of the worsening situation in Dyelli Beybi, it should first be known that the Tzarina of Dyelli Beybi has attempted to dissolve Parliament and set the Nation up as an Absolute Monarchy.

East Narbonnensis has, unlike many other Counties in the Semi-Autonomous region of Outremere, declared our support for the Democratically elected Government of Outremere.

While there is officially no war on, the County of East Narbonnensis is under siege from around 424,000 radicals supported by the County Viennensis which is currently refusing to pay taxes to the legitimate Government in Cyro (Dyelli Beybi's Capital). Our police force of 83,000 individuals is hard pressed and unlikely to hold the State for long without outside intervention. We have no military support, although Cyro has given permission for outside volunteers to gain access to Narbonnesis provided they are willing to first register in Cyro.

Narbonnensis is one of the smallest Counties in the Dyellian State with a population of only 1.188 million. We have equipment being supplied from the County of Corsica, however we lack the manpower to use the equipment. Democracy in Dyelli Beybi is dependant upon your aid.

Regards,
J. Pratt,
Elector of East Narbonnensis

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From: The Zinairian Judicial Authority
To: The Local Government of the County of East Narbonnensis
Re: Terrorist Threat
Priority: Normal
Encryption: Level 3

We are always happy to support democracy abroad and we will be willing to send a handful of national police backup units (less than 100 agents in total). These operatives make up for their small number, at least to some extent, with their high degree of training and experience. Please give us specifics regarding transport, registration and equipment.

The Zinairian Judicial Authority does not divulge classified information, information related to ongoing investigations or information related to another government entity without explicit permission to do so. If you believe you have received information in error, please report it immediately.

Secured Military Transfer: Zulu-White Classification

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Alliance Star Confederation Department of Defense
David M. McFarland, Secretary of Defense

To: The Local Government of the County of East Narbonnensis
Re: Terrorist Activity
Attn: "J. Pratt"

The Alliance Star Confederation would be honored to extend a helping hand in counter-terrorist means. The Congress and the President has authorized me to use any force needed to aide you in this moment of peril. We agree in the ideals of freedom, as we are also a democracy ourself, and understand the light hinges that keep it together. Therefore, I will implement, upon request a deployment of a Expeditionary Strike Group, at the earliest disposal, to provide immediate aide. After said time, we will then begin to deploy by means of local airfields, additional Marine and Aviation units to your nation. We will also, if needed, assist in the training and equipping of your nation, so this situation never happens again.

We only request your limitations/requests, and positions and locations for the installment of facilities to house the Marines upon their arrival, and until their departure, when the hostilities cease.

We wish you the best of luck, and be assured, the people of the Alliance Star Confederation are behind you.

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David M. McFarland
Secretary of Defense
Alliance Star Confederation

From: The Holy Empire of Anemos Major
To: The County of East Narbonnensis Supreme Authority
Priority: Medium-High
Encryption: Level One

Although we are a monarchy, we do not support monarchs that do not retain human rights. We shall support democracy, and send 200 Inquisitorial Troopers, 20 Inquisitors and 2 APCs.
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TO: Dyellian Province
FROM: Vamperial Kingdom of Lynion, King Vamp

We have heard of your cry for help and we're willing to dispatch a number of Hunter's and Assassin's (Elite Special Forces) to help you settle down this minor rebellion. If worse comes to worse, we're willing to dispatch a Corps of Regular's. In the mean time, we'll dispatch the men with several aerial warships.

We'll only do this if you grant us permission.

OOC: Hope you don't mind a tiny FT thing... I was running out of space to hold pop, 11 billion is ridiculous in an area about the size of Spain :P. so have written in some star gate style gateways the Dyellians use to access an area they call 'Outremere', which is where East Narbonnensis is.... otherwise it's all pretty much MT.

Also apologies for the slow replies... bad forum!

To: The Zinairian Judicial Authority
From: J Pratt, Elector of East Narbonnensis

We would greatly appreciate it if the volunteers were able to find transport to Cyro. We, the Government of East Narbonnensis will be more than happy to meet all associated transport costs. From Cyro, the personnel can be transported to our harassed County.

Registration is a simple process whereby we simply need to get the names of those persons joining in the Police Action in the County in order that we are able to adequately process any unfortunate loss of life that might result.

As for equipment the enemy are in posession of technicals as well as a wide range of small arms. The enemy are also well armoured with 'Harquebusier' armour units supplied by the Viennensians. We have access to a small number of Mk222 armoured cars as well as a variety of armour types, from the traditional Kevlar and Titanium stab vest right up to the 'Harquebusier' and 'Galic' models.

We thank you for your assistance and look forward to meeting with your leader on arrival in Cannes, the capital of East Narbonnensis.

J. Pratt,
Elector of East Narbonnensis

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To: David McFarland, Secretary of Defense, Alliance Star Confederation Department of Defense
From: J Pratt, Elector of East Narbonnensis

Many thanks for the offer of aid. Cyro is ready and willing to accept your troops from where they will be transported to East Narbonnensis.

Unfortunately the Airforce is currently refusing to aid in the movement of personnel due to a strict policy of neutrality regarding the ongoing conflict between the Monarchy and Parliament. However we understand that Senior Commanders of the Armed Services are currently meeting regarding the potential to step in to resolve the conflict, although at this point it seems likely that that decision may be a long time in coming.

We are of course ready to billet all new arrivals and will hopefully be able to supply all facilities requested.

Regards,
J. Pratt,
Elector of East Narbonnensis

OoC: I was intending to supplying starting with a few thousand, and eventually shipping around 200 Thousand Marines and Naval Aviators to the area to assist. But, I see where this thread is going so I'll take my leave. Thanks for indulging me as I apologize for the inconvenience.

OOC: Do you say anything to my response?

To: The Holy Empire of Anemos Major
From: J. Pratt, Elector of East Narbonnensis

We will be glad to accept this help, please be advised that you are expected in Cyro. Upon your arrival you will immediately be given transport to East Narbonnensis from where your troops will be dispatched to the hot areas.

Regards and thanks,
J. Pratt

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To: The Holy Empire of Anemos Major
From: Vamperial Kingdom of Lynion, King Vamp

We will gladly accept any help, although you should be aware that this is unfortunately not a small rebellion, more than half of the country is failing to pay tax to Parliament, although some parts, such as the Semi Autonomous region of New Dyelli and the D.B.A.T. are not paying it to the Monarchy either. Unfortunately the Armed forces have declared neutrality rather than overthrowing the despot as they are afraid of civil war.

J. Pratt.

TO: The Holy Empire of Anemos Major
FROM: Vamperial Kingdom of Lynion, King Vamp

We'll be sending crack Spec Op's to help you deal with the threat. Amongest them will be extra supplies, two aerial armada's, small air force squadron and special forces. We have started preparations already.

To the Elector of East Narbonnensis
From the Lord Inquisitor Ilsin Fierensi
Encryption level: High

We see that much work is required here. Our troops have arrived, we are using our own methods of transportation to insert into East Narbonnensis. From there, we will infiltrate the community and eliminate dissidents. We will be out of touch for a while, so good luck.
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OOC: Here is a map of the Region, yes it is based on a part of France. Red are major towns and cities, white are villages.

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Also some basic info on the County...

Elector: James Pratt
Capital: Cannes
Population: 1.188 Million
Major Towns and Cities: Cannes (140,000), Hyeres (106,000) Frejus, (80,000) Druguignan (70,000)

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In Cannes the town seemed tense and the sound of gunfire could be heard echoing down the highway. The enemy were well shockingly well armoured and seemed to be organised into well coordinated military units. There was even a uniform. Dull green jacket and trousers with an olive coloured helmet and solid metal armoured vest, black boots and flared gloves of the same colour.

News would soon come of attacks on the water supply, on the single power station for the County (an old fashioned oil burner which was now on fire). The whole area North-West of Draguignan was now a no go area for the East Narbonnesian police.

The East Narbonnensians wore a very similar uniform, with Gendarmerie stamped on the shoulder along with a police number and the East Narbonnensis coat of arms.

If anyone were to inspect a prisoner they would find one of two logos on the arm, either a red shield with a gold cross, insignia of Viennensis or the blue and gold flag of the monarchy.

The population by and large seemed timid, not interested in the fighting at all, although it was becoming clear that the Government of the County of Viennensis was making a concerted effort to bring East Narbonnonsis to its knees. There was supposedly no civil war, but this was coming very close...

Several Hours later. Inbound to Dyellian Province

Vamperial Guardian Knight Rathma turned to face his troops. He was half machine half werewolf with his eyes mechinised. His eyes darted around as he picked up his assault rifle while the aerial transport carrier was inbound on the province.

"Listen up scum!" snapped Rathma as he came forward while his joints moved with him. "A rebellion has gotten out of hand and we've being sent in to clear them out. Our allies, the Imperial Fungi, have sent their first division behind us. We'll be landing shortly so stay with the guy next to you,"

Rathma's feet were like claws as his torso was the only human part of him besides his head and shoulders. He checked his rifle as a Fungi Captain stood up. The minator wasn't covered in slime like the others would put it, but its eyes were red as blood.

"We're ready for the assault," it said in a deathly voice.

"Excellent! Once landed, our sentry droids will be guarding the landing crafts," finished Rathma.

"This is Aerial Admiral Cyprous of the Lynion Juggernought Fleet Omega to Dyellian Province," started Admiral Cyprous over the intercom. "We've just about to enter your airspace, where can we land to unload the men?"

OOC: The fleets don't have numbers just different names depending on how they run, not their size or unit.

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From: The Zinairian Judicial Authority
To: The Local Government of the County of East Narbonnensis
Re: Terrorist Threat
Priority: Normal
Encryption: Level 3

After further reviewing the system, we have concluded that this is not so much a battle between chaos and order, but a battle for dominance between two independent factions. Feeling that there are no terrorists, merely violent representatives of an alternative viewpoint, we will not be involving ourselves in this domestic affair. We wish the current authorities the best of luck and we wish to make it clear that we do not in any way condone the opposing faction, their viewpoint or the methods by which they are making it known. That said, we do not feel this is terrorism, primarily because the reports we have received emphasize the fact that civilian targets are not being targeted, and we will not be involving ourselves.

The Zinairian Judicial Authority does not divulge classified information, information related to ongoing investigations or information related to another government entity without explicit permission to do so. If you believe you have received information in error, please report it immediately.

Lord Inquisitor Fierensi kept his knife in the man's arm, watching him try to scream but in vain as the mask was kept on his face. Fierensi calmly told the man "You have been evading taxes. Give me the names of the others on paper and you will be freed."

Lord Inquisitor Fierensi kept his knife in the man's arm, watching him try to scream but in vain as the mask was kept on his face. Fierensi calmly told the man "You have been evading taxes. Give me the names of the others on paper and you will be freed."

OOC: Your RP seems to be missing huge chunks. Your troops just appeared and inserted themselves and now, with no lead-up, some guy is being interrogated with a knife in him. Mind filling in the gaps?

OOC: Absolutely. I said that my men had already inserted AND that they were already there. The Inquisitorial troops are coming, but the Inquisitors are here. It didn't takr too much time for them to find a man boasting, and they pretended to agree, eventually luring him into a barhouse with promises of free drink. They took a room, then locked the door and now are interrogating him.

The request for landing from the Lynion Fleet was met with a rather tense radio response;

This is Air Chief Marshall Sanders of Her Majesty's Royal Air Force, please announce your numbers and purpose. This territory is under the Protection of the Gallic Air Fleet and Gallic Navy.

Apparently the Dyellian Air Force had finally decided to make its existence felt and stop simply protesting neutrality and sealing itself in its bases.

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The person who the Inquisitors had managed to take prisoner gave them a frown, then went back to repeating name rank and serial number. It was a soldier, from something called the 'Viennensian volunteer corp'.

OOC: The 'terrorists' are actually irregulars from the province next door. They aren't paying tax because the Praetor of Gaul and Elector of the Province, Viennensis, have decided that they would rather the Tzarina was in charge than Parliament. The Tzarina is attempting to set up an Absolute Monarchy and depose Parliament. The reasons are quite complicated, but that i it in a nutshell.

Cyprous wasn't expecting this but had hoped the government would respond to them instead of the air force.

"This is Aerial Admiral Cyprous of the Lynion Juggernought Aerial Omega Fleet," started Cyprous again. "We have being asked by your government to help them in dealing with rebels. Our numbers are as follow: 30 Aerial Destoryers, 20 Aerial Frigates, 5 Aerial Cruisers, Numerous AA cruisers, 2 Aerial Aircraft Carriers and 20 Aerial Transport units,"

There was silence for a moment, Am I speaking with the Commanding Officer? came the reply from the Airforce, Our official policy is to remain neutral, but for now we are declaring the Counties of West Narbonnensis and Viennensis to be a no fly zone to minimise infrastructure damage and injury to civilians.

Which left East Narbonnensis unless the Lynion fleet wanted to fly into Baetican (West) or Lantin (East) Airspace where they would be dealing with a different, potentially more friendly Air Marshall.

"Yes this is the Commanding Officer," replied Cyprous as he ordered the armada to head along the coast towards Lantin. "If it makes you happy, we'll head east and up the coast until we find the province,"

With, the armada changed course and headed north to venture into Lantin airspace. They were to find the province and then report to the commanding officer there.

From the desk of Grand General Crozier High Commander of the Joint Axmanlandian defense Force

we are morally neutral regarding your political disputes however our counter insurgency teams are always looking for opportunities to test tactical data and perfect their craft.

if you can guarantee immunity from prosecution for all Axmanlandian troops on your soil for the duration of their deployment we would be willing to send an insurgency reaction team consisting of:

50 infiltration and intelligence operatives

25 assassination personnel

400 elite air infantry transported by helicopters with gunship escorts

we look forward to your response

Fortunately for Cyprous he didn't have to go all the distance into Latin air space, although it would have probably been a more friendly area, being a Parliament zone, whereas Gaul was more inclined towards the Monarchy generally speaking...

Before coming up on the Latin Coastline, an air traffic controller from East Narbonnensis made contact, giving coordinates of how to fly into East Narbonnensian airspace without crossing into Viennensian, bringing them in towards Cannes.

OOC: There is a map on the last page of East Narbonnensis and the nearby parts of Viennensis.

Meanwhile Grand General Crozier would recieve two conflicting messages in response. James Pratt, the Elector of East Narbonnensis would promise that no prosecution would occur, while someone called Aeron Pipes, the 'Praetor of Gaul' would send a threatening letter promising public execution for anyone caught outside of East Narbonnensis, which was a small fly in the ointment considering that was where the people organising the attacks on the County were presumably stationed.

Cyprous ordered the fleet to head up along the coastline as radar started to pick up a capital city. He looked at the radar and decided this must be Cannes they were meant to go to.

"This is Aerial Admiral Cyprous of the Vamperial Lynion Aerial Juggernought Omega Fleet to Cannes city," started Cyprous. "We've being sent by our king to help you with the rebellion do you copy us?"

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General Statement

Classification: OPEN
From: Covenant Mission to The Federated Klatchian Coast
Subject: RE: "Terrorist threat"

His Serene Majesty's Government considers this matter to be internal to the nation of Dyelli Beybi and will not intervene.

His Excellency, the Primarch Alexis Valnard,
His Serene Majesty's Most Excellent Ambassador to the Federated Klatchian Coast,
Head of the Maciskan Orthodox Church in the Same,
UIK/COV

Cannes radio tower gave directions to a small civilian airport on the Highway North. Unfortunately the landing of the Fleet met with a concerted barrage of mortar fire from across the border with Viennensis. Presumably they felt safe while hiding in Viennensian territory...

As they came down a Dyellian came sprinting out, daring the incoming shells to try to meet the Admiral. He was a short man, caucasian, dark hair and eyes. A piece of shranel pinged off his helmet, shaped in a classic 'lobster pott' design, with the adition of two bars which rested on his shoulders unless he turned his head, presumably designed to take some of the weight off his neck. He also seemed to be wearing a medieval style breast and back plate, which was decidedly odd looking.

The Empire of the Philippiniada
The Imperial Department of Foreign Affairs
Maniylad, Philippiniada

FROM: Sec. Jennifer Alion
TO: The Local Government of the Nation of Dyelli Beybi
Subject RE: Terrorist Threat

The President of the Philippiniada has monitored and reviewed the situation of the nation of Dyelli Beybi. Though it is internal and technically none of the Empire's business. We are letting the government and the military officials of Dyelli Beybi that they have our FULL support and whatever they may need. whether it be military and/or medical support. The Empire is ready to comply with it's requests.

Jennifer Alion
IDFA Secretary

NOTED:
Darren Anselmo
President, The Philippiniada

The Hutson and the Nightmare aerial aircraft carriers took to the skies as they climbed additional 1000 feet to avoid the mortar shells. Admiral Cyprous meanwhile came onto the bridge as a mortar shell wizzed past them and missed the carrier entirely.

"Report!" shouted Cyprous as two Super Sonic Fighter Jets took off to find the mortar crews positions.

"We've got a barrage of mortar shells and we've..." started an operator as a report came onto the screen. "And we've got the enemy in position. We can scramble two squadrons to take them out sir,"

"No," snapped back Cyprous. "We have a new weapon and we're going to use it. Charge up the EMPC (Electro Magnetic Pulsion Cannon) for 15 seconds then inform the Hutson to do the same. We'll be blasting them apart with a 15 second gap between the blasts,"

The carriers rose to 12,000 feet and made a line with their cannons aimming towards the enemy purposed position. Cyprous waited as the cannon became fully charged.

"Fire at will!" shouted Cyprous.

The cannon took direction as it fired the first blast which scanned left to right for two seconds before stopping. The Hutson fired next and blasted an area for two seconds before the Nightmare fired another round. This happened again before they stopped.

"Report!" ordered Cyprous.

"Can't tell sir. We're sending two recon planes to check it out," replied the captain as the two fighter jets from before made a pass and went over the mortar crews purposed positions.

From: Grand Admiral Collins, Dyellian Junta (Military Council)
To: Jennifer Alion, Empire of Philippiniada
Subject: Regional Stability

As spokesperson for the Junta I feel it is my responsibility to contact yourself in regards to the worsening situation in East Narbonnensis, which we fear may well spill over into neighbouring Viennensis.

The Junta is unconcerned with politics or the petty squabbling of the Gendarmerie, Teulu retainers or state organised Volunteer forces, our main concern is the continued stability of the Reich.

While this irritating division between Parliament and the Monarchy is deplorable, what is even more deplorable are the actions of Aeron Pipes, the Praetor of Gaul, who we believe has masterminded this assault on East Narbonnensis. Not beyond guilt is James Pratt, the elector of East Narbonnensis who has only worstened the situation through his calling on International Aid.

The Junta is not a force hell bent on conquering the country, and as such we would welcome a visit from yourself or another representative of your Nation to meet with representatives of the Junta in Cyro.

Regards,
Grand Admiral A. Collins.
Dyelli Beybian Royal Navy

There seemed to be no more firing although that was possibly because the carriers had elevated, rather than any malfunction to machinery caused by the EMP.

The area the fighters were flying over was an area of dense hedges and shallow ditches, small areas of woodland mixed with pasture; a bocage, in which it would be next to impossible to spot hidden infantry... not that they had long to look. Within a minute of having crossed the border into Viennensis where the firing was coming from, radar would pick up that the Dyellian Royal Air Force had scrambled half a dozen fighters of their own to the area.

Foreign aircraft, you are entering a No Fly Zone, return to East Narbonnensian air space immediately.

It seemed the Air Force was determined to make things as difficult as possible...

"Calm down," replied Jospeh in the jet as it turned around. "We've being fired upon by someone in your borders so, if you don't mind, another cannon barrage is going to be sent,"

OOC: Yeah, its a cannon it doesn't fire pulse but pulsion particles that can take out tanks and warships. There's a difference.

The Empire of the Philippiniada
The Imperial Department of Foreign Affairs
Maniylad, Philippiniada

FROM: Sec. Jennifer Alion
TO: The Local Government of the Nation of Dyelli Beybi
Subject RE: Regional Stability

With permission from the President of the Philippiniada, General Julian Loriente, Chief of Staff of the Imperial Armed Forces will meet with whom you are sending to meet with the latter.

Though, we must ask. considering the current situation of your nation. Our primary concern is General Loriente's safety. and so. If General Loriente is to travel to Dyelli Beybi. the latter nation must provide ADEQUATE security for General Loriente.

Jennifer Alion
IDFA Secretary

NOTED:
Darren Anselmo
President, The Philippiniada

OOC: As far as I was aware, 'pulsion' meant a swelling or something like a hernia. What is this you are claiming to have fired? I'm assuming it basically functions like an EMP but in a stream of particles. Something like that?

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Negative came a rather tense reply after a few moments of silence during which it might be assumed the Dyellians were communicating back with base, Hostilities are not permitted within the County of Viennensis as this has been deemed an excessive escalation of violence by the Junta. Desist immediately.

This is Cannes control tower, the problem, unidentified RAF aircraft, is that the craft cannot land in the area due to mortar fire directed from Viennensis into East Narbonnensis.

This is RAF Squadron Gaul 6, Squadron Leader, the Junta does not see this as grounds to discharge weaponry in an irresponsible manner. However, as we understand this is an impediment to landing, we can provide an alternative landing zone at an airbase South of the city of Grenoble. That is 120km NNE of this position.

That was in Viennensis, which could be either a benefit or a curse. The Viennensian militias and similar were seemingly hostile, although the military were seemingly neutral.

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From: Grand Admiral Collins, Dyellian Junta
To: Jennifer Alion, Empire of Philippiniada

The Junta will be in session in Cyro. The city is currently under the protection of the Red Army and is regarded as a zone of nil risk of unrest. We will assign a security detachment of 1 section (10 men) to General Loriente for the duration of his stay in Dyellian territory.

We await your arrival with interest.

Regards,
Grand Admiral A. Collins.
Dyelli Beybian Royal Navy

OOC: What happens, you heat up these magnets which are close to a nuclear reator onboard the carrier. It then fires the particles after roughly a minute of heating up which makes the particles stronger and faster. This then can punch a hole through a tank and possibily a ship depedning on the armour plating.

IC:

During the discussion and the returning of the fighter jet, a transport carrier consisting the 21st Elite Lynion Assassin Company also known as the 'Death Reapers' landed on the airfield. The doors opened as a lone figure stepped out. The wind blew against him as his cloak covered half his face, arms and legs. It came forward as the sound of machines could be heard. Eventually it removed its cloak and it reveled a half cybrog half werewolf soldier. Its arms, legs and chest plating were all machine while the eyes were semi computerised.

"My name is Captain Rathma of the 21st Elite Lynion Assassin Death Reapers Company and I supposed you must be the commanding officer,"

Rathma had his rifle over his back, his longsword on his belt and a pistol on his left side at the ready. Its eyes darted about as he waited for a response.

OOC: OK cool.

The man at the airbase was in mottled green camouflage fatigues. He wore a peculiar helmet that looked like it was based off a Roman Galic G. Epaulettes with 3 bronze pips marked him a Captain. He gave Rathma a long curious look before speaking, "Technically no." he shrugged, "This is an Airforce base, but the Squadrons are on Assignment to Nantes for some reason and the brass didn't want local militias taking over the facility so they sent a Company of the 1st Gallic down here, which is me. Captain Fenna at your service."

He looked like a short slightly built human male, but if Rathma had a werewolf's nose he would realise Fenna wasn't exactly human... "Anyway, you guys are meant to be heading into East Narbonnensis I believe. We can get you a convoy although we'll need to know how many of you there are and how many vehicles. HQ says they'll run an escort for you down there to discourage any militias."

Nonchalantly Fenna flicked a button on the edge of his helmet, bringing a small screen and camera out across his left eye. Presumably that was hooked up to a battlefield computer in his helmet somewhere.

ENCRYPTED COMMUNIQUE
SOURCE: 000254 (Filipinian Air Convoy)

MESSAGE BEGIN:

This is General Julian Loriente of the Empire of the Philippiniada. We have just departed from Maniylad and now on route to the city of Cyro. Just letting you know. We are looking forward in having talks with you for the betterment of our region and stability and prosperity of your nation.


MESSAGE END

IC:
Just hours after the departure of General Loriente. Domestic news in the Empire reported General Loriente's trip to Dyelli Beybi. The Imperial Palace has kept it's silence over the matter. so does the Imperial Armed Forces.

Rathma watched the Human for a moment as his arms went to his belt just incase something was going to go wrong. His eyes scanned the man as he kept his eyes on the captain.

"Well, it doesn't matter if you're part of the brass or not," started Rathma as he sniffed the air. "I can tell there's something different about you but we've bought our own units. Because, if you don't realise it," started Rathma as he came closer to the captain. "We are the hunters and the militia are the hunted if they are your problems. Nice gear by the way,"

Rathma pointed to the screen across the captain's left eye.

"I'm taking some footage of your ships so we can load them into the database, avoid any blue on blues" Fenna explained, in case Rathma thought he was up to anything suspicious.

"Ever been in bocage before?" Fenna asked, "I don't mean this disrespectfully, but you have got to be prepared to be ambushed, a lot. These guys know the ground. Me, I was born in Gap, its a little market town South of here. I'm a local boy, I know the terrain, let me get you into Cannes at least."

"Just one thing..." he added, "Don't underestimate these militia guys. They may not officially be soldiers, but most of them used to be and most of them have seen active service. They're disciplined, organised, and they have ok equipment, at least as far as small arms and body armour go. Oh yeah... and they have Gendarmes backing that up, so you'll see armoured cars, mortars and all sorts of things your ordinary militia shouldn't have."

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Cyro...

The Capital of Dyelli Beybi was a sweltering hot swamp. It wouldn't be immediately noticeable in an airport terminal, but as soon as you stepped outside you were hit by a wave of heat and humidity.

The military were crawling all over the city and all over the airport. Loriente had a black SUV waiting, flanked front and back by vehicles that looked something like a tracked BTR50 with a missile launcher on the turret roof. Inside the vehicle a harried looking man in a grey military style uniform was shuffling through a stack of papers, "Hi General, pleased to meet you and welcome to Dyelli Beybi. Would you like me to fill you in on the political situation while we drive to Benjia House? The Junta is in session there."

Rathma pulled out his pistol quickly and sharply as he aimed it at the camera.

"We perfer if you turned it off," snapped Rathma as his sensor's picked up a Spider Tank being deployed. "Because as you can see, it isn't just werewolves and vampires coming to help you. Imperial Fungi Forces have dispatched their Elite Corps to help us out and these buggers have equipment that can pick up heat from a Human body,"

During this time a mutated minator with two tentacles appeared next to the captain as several sentry droids guarded the transport carriers that started to unload the Spider Tanks.

The General is then flanked with his personal bodyguards. Loriente has his sweat dripping as he is not used to extreme weathers like this. Also he is on complete uniform. The heat trap on his body must be unbearable. but he didn't let the soldier in front of him notice that.

"The pleasure is mine. Yes. please" the General replied

He then followed it up with a question

"The Junta assembly has air conditioning, right?"

Fenna raised an eyebrow, then clicked the helmet button sending the camera away again, "OK, if we're going to play hard ball, this is how it goes." he grunted, "The Junta didn't ask for you here, and if it wasn't for the fact that we don't really like Aeron Pipes who is the one organising this whole attack on East Narbonnensis thing, we wouldn't be allowing anyone in there. Blok pakrahs only serve to create extra disorder."

"You and your motley band of untermenschen are not helping the Dyellian Armed Forces, you are helping one tiny County keep itself from getting overun by a different political faction. Do not disobey us when we give clear instructions. The first of which is, you will proceed down the main road into East Narbonnensis. The journey will take approximately 45 minutes. Until you see the sign 'Welcome to East Narbonnensis', you have not crossed the county boundary and any attempt to engage locals will be met with extreme prejudice. Once over the border you are clear to engage those forces you see fit.

"Furthermore, if we catch you or any others attacking civilians or otherwise behaving in an manner unbefitting a soldier we will respond with prejudice."

The General is then flanked with his personal bodyguards. Loriente has his sweat dripping as he is not used to extreme weathers like this. Also he is on complete uniform. The heat trap on his body must be unbearable. but he didn't let the soldier in front of him notice that.

"The pleasure is mine. Yes. please" the General replied

He then followed it up with a question

"The Junta assembly has air conditioning, right?"

The other man laughed, "Indeed General, we do prefer to live a confortable life if we can afford it. I am Commisaar Gerald, Cheka, that's the Dyellian Intelligence Service."

"Now." he opened up his folder, leafing seemingly randomy through the pages, "Our belief at the moment is that the Tzarina, who also happens to have managed to get herself elected Prime Minister was all but a Prisoner to the Inquisitor Guard, who in turn were being payed by certain members of Parliament to ensure that she wasn't outspoken on certain laws."

"Sorry, I'm going through this very quickly." Gerald apologised, "Anyway, the Tzarina, with the help of certain Teulu, that's Dyellian nobility, managed to escape and flee to York, a town some distance North of here, where she set up her own Government. We believe at the moment that she was intending initially to simply reenter Cyro and replace the Inquisitors with her own household troops... Teulu are allowed to have armed retainers. Whatever she was planning, she marched with a force of approximately 9000 Teulu and retainers. Parliament dispatched police to arrest her and the retainers. It turned into a pitched battle on the riverbanks. The Tzarina's army won by all accounts, but it was scarcely decisive and we now have a situation where half the country has declared for her and half for Parliament...

"Now enter East Narbonnensis. That County is a Parliament County, and is surrounded on all sides by a much larger Royalist County. The Royalists have formed militia and attempted to seize control of the County, the military has refused to take sides as we still hope for a diplomatic settlement. The Elector of the County, James Pratt then sent out his lovely letter talking about terrorism and trying to convince people to help protect his County.

"So there you have it. It isn't exactly a civil war, apart from in East Narbonnensis nobody is fighting. We are trying to keep it that way, although the problem is we are heavily outnumbered by the Police, who are trained Gendarmes, and can easily be swamped by militias if we, the armed forces, try to actively break up a dispute, so at the moment we are pursuing a campaign of containment.

"We have occupied Cyro at the moment, although Parliament is still sitting here, we have let them control the Island that Parliament and the Royal palace are on, but we are monitoring communications in and out and should be able to stop an excess of adventurers responding to Mr. Pratt. Do you have any questions?"

The General listens attentively to Commisaar Gerald. though sweating. he tried to hide his frustrations with the heat

"Ah. Things are pretty much messed up. I have no questions for now" The General said

Loriente then wiped his sweat with his handkerchief.

"The President send me here because he was worried that your nation may suffer what happened to our old nation. Philippines. which was eaten by civil war and unrest. other nations then took advantage of the situation and fooled the government that they were allies. but when they get their tanks on Philippine Soil. they attacked both Philippine and Rebel forces. and then taking what's left of the Philippines" The General then wiped his face again. as sweat drips on his face "So. if discussions on the Junta Assembly goes well and smooth. The President authorized me to send in battalions of infantry and columns of tanks. also food and medical supplies will also be shipped" The General paused and sighed.

The Commisaar nodded enthusiastically, motioning to the driver to turn up the air conditioning, "Yes. That is why we, the military, are highly skeptical of outside forces getting involved, especially those we are not allied with. At the moment we are trying to subtlely undermine anyone who happens to have taken up the East Narbonnensian call to arms. At the moment they do not seem to appreciate the scale of the Reich. Outremere, from East to West is over 2,500 miles. East Narbonnensis is a tiny County both in terms of population and size. We are confident that if things get out of hand, the First Gallic Army can help mop things up, if not the 2nd Baetican is able to deploy there within 2 days."

The car pulled up outside a checkpoint where soldiers in desert camouflage schemes were checking the vehicles, sweeping under each with a mirror on a pole to check for anything untoward attached to the bottom of the vehicle. After the whole convoy had been scanned, the soldier who seemed to be in charge, a Sergeant if the chevrons were anything to go by, gave the thumbs up and the small convoy entered into a cobbled courtyard in front of an impossing red stone building.

The Commisaar stepped out, while a soldier, this one wearing field grey dress uniform, stepped in to open the General's door. A few quick steps and they were within a well air conditioned passageway. It didn't appear to be the front entrance and every now and then police officers carrying papers or in one instance a coffee mug, could be seen scurrying around, "This area is the HQ of the Metropolitan police." Gerard explained, "We have borrowed a conference room off them."

The entrance was guarded by two more soldiers in dress uniform, one of whom stepped to one side to open the door.

Inside was a big round table around which a gaggle of Field Marshalls, Admirals and Air Marshalls were heatedly debating. At the end of the table sat a small, dumpy, balding man in a rather ornate uniform with plenty of gold braid... that would be the Army's Reichsmarshall. Next to him on the left was someone with similar levels of braid, but in the light blue of the Airforce, and on his right a strikingly attractive blonde in a double breasted navy blue uniform with a black belt and once again excesses of gold braid... this must be Grand Marshall Collins who had been sending the letters.

The debating went on for a few more moments before the man in the centre banged his hand on the table, causing a sudden hush, "Thank you." he grunted. He stood, a motion which was immediately echoed by everyone around the room, with the exception of Collins who pointedly waited a few moments to stand.

"Welcome to the Junta General Loriente." the man inclined his head politely, "To my left is Supreme Air Marshall Christopher France, and to my right is Grand Admiral Adelle Collins. I am Reichsmarshall Lunchtime O'Booze."

Lunchtime O'Booze... it had to be a joke right? Would anyone really name their child that?

The General salutes the officials of the Junta. and then extends his right hand "It's a pleasure to meet you. Reichmarshall O'Booze", Loriente then smiled and gently pulled a chair for him to seat in.

Loriente then neaten his uniform which is camouflaged with 5 stars on both of his shoulders. He then removed his cap off and placed it on the table. "So. Ladies and Gentlemen of the Junta, Commisaar Gerald has briefed me on the current situation of the nation of Dyelli Beybi and the county of East Narbonnessis. and based on the Commisaar's political briefing. East Narbonnessis is currently at siege by the Royalists. and that Tzarina and her retainers has set up a government in the city of York just North of here" Loriente said. "What is the Junta's standpoint and action as of this moment?"

Fenna raised an eyebrow, then clicked the helmet button sending the camera away again, "OK, if we're going to play hard ball, this is how it goes." he grunted, "The Junta didn't ask for you here, and if it wasn't for the fact that we don't really like Aeron Pipes who is the one organising this whole attack on East Narbonnensis thing, we wouldn't be allowing anyone in there. Blok pakrahs only serve to create extra disorder."

"You and your motley band of untermenschen are not helping the Dyellian Armed Forces, you are helping one tiny County keep itself from getting overun by a different political faction. Do not disobey us when we give clear instructions. The first of which is, you will proceed down the main road into East Narbonnensis. The journey will take approximately 45 minutes. Until you see the sign 'Welcome to East Narbonnensis', you have not crossed the county boundary and any attempt to engage locals will be met with extreme prejudice. Once over the border you are clear to engage those forces you see fit.

"Furthermore, if we catch you or any others attacking civilians or otherwise behaving in an manner unbefitting a soldier we will respond with prejudice."

"You're calling us sub-humans mortal?" snapped the minator as it translated the word. "Rathma this is the course to enslaving..."

Rathma pulled out his sword so quickly that it nearly cut the minator's belly. His head turned slowly as he faced the minator glaring at him.

"I've just got orders to do my job simple Malkia," interupted Rathma as he looked at the minator known as Malkia. "We don't mind the camera's its the minator's that can't stand them. You want us to invade the state next to you, secure the border or simply watch the border? Also, what do you want down with the dead bodies of enemy soldiers?" finished Rathma as he returned his longsword to his belt and his pistol into his holder.

There was an undercurrent in Dyelli Beybi that all non-Dyellian sentient life was subhuman. It wasn't something they usually bragged about, but shoving a gun in one's face did tend to provoke a negative response...

The Captain shrugged, "This state you are in is Viennensis. You have been asked to sort out the situation in East Narbonnensis, the neighbouring state." he explained very simply.

"What you do once you are outside of Viennensis is no longer my concern. The only reason you are here is because Cannes airport is getting shelled and the brass didn't want you randomly discharging weapons in an area that is peaceful at the moment."

"You aren't my responsibility." he said, swiftly passing the buck, "You need to get in contact with the East Narbonnensis Local Government. What goes on on their side of the border is their problem. The 1st Gallic has simply been tasked with containing the situation within that State and not allowing it to spread, build a fire break if you will."

"We will not do any more because it risks us looking like Parliamentarians." Fenna summed up finally.

The General salutes the officials of the Junta. and then extends his right hand "It's a pleasure to meet you. Reichmarshall O'Booze", Loriente then smiled and gently pulled a chair for him to seat in.

Loriente then neaten his uniform which is camouflaged with 5 stars on both of his shoulders. He then removed his cap off and placed it on the table. "So. Ladies and Gentlemen of the Junta, Commisaar Gerald has briefed me on the current situation of the nation of Dyelli Beybi and the county of East Narbonnessis. and based on the Commisaar's political briefing. East Narbonnessis is currently at siege by the Royalists. and that Tzarina and her retainers has set up a government in the city of York just North of here" Loriente said. "What is the Junta's standpoint and action as of this moment?"

"At the moment." the Reichsmarshall resumed his seat with a sigh, "Our policy is to do nothing but observe."

"I frown on the idea of an Absolute Monarchy." Collins added, her accent was particularly pronounced, somewhere between Irish and Welsh... "We lost countless lives getting rid of the last Tzar, only to see his illegitimate offspring setting up an identical regime."

"Whereas it is my feeling that we have trialed democracy and it has been a failure, all it led to was the Cheka taking over the country, not to cast any accusations at you Commisaar, I am sure you are a fine agent." this was aimed at Gerard, who nodded grudgingly, "We are the military, we are the Kingmakers, if you will pardon the metaphor, and Dyelli Beybi needs a strong leader."

"In other words we cannot decide what to do." the Reichsmarshall grunted, "But what we do agree on is the fact that we cannot act without a unanimous vote in favour of Parliament or the Tzarina, as only that way can we prevent Civil War."

"Although I would suggest, honourable Reichsmarshall, that we need to disarm all volunteer Corps and Teulu retainers." this was a plump Oriental looking gentleman, one of the Fieldmarshalls, "I am Field Marshall Ming, New Dyelli Corp." he introduced himself to Lorient.

"I am in agreement with Fieldmarshall Ming." the man next to him grunted, he didn't sound Dyellian, "The Teulu have too many weapons, they can start a war all on their own."

"Not possible." France replied, "We'll have to shoot our way through the retainers if we want to do that, which is as good as civil war anyway. What we can do is try to threaten Parliament into passing a bill to keep Police in their respective States. That will stop the formation of Gendarmeries. I would say outlaw Volunteer Corps, but we all know that they would just pass them off as extra retainers."

"Vote by show of hands to bully Parliament into restricting police movement... all in favour?" The Reichsmarshall counted the votes, then nodded, it was unanimously carried.

"What of these blok pakrahs in East Narbonnensis?" an Air Marshall demanded, "We need to do something about them, we can't have those creatures wandering about our countryside. There is a Varulf in the army, it must be exterminated."

"Doing so would anger East Narbonnensis and see us look like Royalists, although I do see your point.... if they get out of hand you can always release Project D on them, I did hear the word 'exterminate'." Collins pointed out, "I think we should arrest James Pratt... and Aeron Pipes, perhaps speak to the Roma Scrutator? Who is that at the moment?"

Project D had caused a hush to fall over the assembly, including Gerard who was looking stunned at the suggestion. He snapped out of it as she continued speaking, enough to describe what a Scratator was, "Scrutators are assigned to make sure Electors and Praetors are obeying the law and not behaving in a manner to undermine the State." Gerard explained, "Aeron Pipes is the Praetor for Gaul, probably responsible for the attacks."

"Kay Fields." an Admiral supplied, "We had lunch the other day, delightful woman."

"Then perhaps, Admiral Burges, you would like to take her to lunch again, and strongly suggest the idea?" the Reichsmarshall suplied.

"Aye, aye Sir."

Things seemed to be getting done here, in a quasi legal sort of way...

Rathma looked at the minator as he turned back to the captain and listened to his briefing. The minator nodded its head as he turned to go gathered the troops.

"Right so the objective is to secure the next state. We'll leave a brigade of troops to make sure we have an escape route but I doubt it'll come to that. The bulk of the force will go in five minutes. I'll see you next time we meet," finished Rathma as he turned to leave.

He watched as eight Spider Tanks were deployed and their bays on their backs were being loaded with men. Those that couldn't get a ride were forming up the middle with Tiger Tanks and Panzer X Tanks. The minator roared as the men were handed out two extra clips as they started to head towards the border.

The Captain just smiled vaguely as the horde on blok pakrahs left his compound. After they had left he wandered back inside, sieling himself off in his office and began typing up his report for the Field Marshall.

The Narbonnensians have called a Var-ulf and other non human entties?

The peculiar metal creature was talking to him. It's odd stalked blue eye swivelled to look at him, "Seems so be so." Fenna confirmed.

He resented having the creature in his office. But it was a necessity of the current situation. It had not been long since Dyellians and the others were blowing each other up.

We are the sup-er-ior beings. It must be...

"I know what you're going to say." Fenna cut it off, "All in due course Lieutenant, all in due course. For now though we just watch. I do not believe they can keep to the rules we have set. Not since their road leads through a VVC Headquarter on Viennensian soil. I shall alert the Air Marshall of the potential for trouble."

The Lynionian column would find itself being shadowed from the base by a large fat bellied assault helicopter, vaguely reminiscent of a Hind gunship. The road also ran straight through a Viennensis Volunteer Corp Field HQ, still on Viennensis soil. The Volunteer Corp had been the ones causing trouble by all reports.

"At the moment." the Reichsmarshall resumed his seat with a sigh, "Our policy is to do nothing but observe."

"I frown on the idea of an Absolute Monarchy." Collins added, her accent was particularly pronounced, somewhere between Irish and Welsh... "We lost countless lives getting rid of the last Tzar, only to see his illegitimate offspring setting up an identical regime."

"Whereas it is my feeling that we have trialed democracy and it has been a failure, all it led to was the Cheka taking over the country, not to cast any accusations at you Commisaar, I am sure you are a fine agent." this was aimed at Gerard, who nodded grudgingly, "We are the military, we are the Kingmakers, if you will pardon the metaphor, and Dyelli Beybi needs a strong leader."

"In other words we cannot decide what to do." the Reichsmarshall grunted, "But what we do agree on is the fact that we cannot act without a unanimous vote in favour of Parliament or the Tzarina, as only that way can we prevent Civil War."

"Although I would suggest, honourable Reichsmarshall, that we need to disarm all volunteer Corps and Teulu retainers." this was a plump Oriental looking gentleman, one of the Fieldmarshalls, "I am Field Marshall Ming, New Dyelli Corp." he introduced himself to Lorient.

"I am in agreement with Fieldmarshall Ming." the man next to him grunted, he didn't sound Dyellian, "The Teulu have too many weapons, they can start a war all on their own."

"Not possible." France replied, "We'll have to shoot our way through the retainers if we want to do that, which is as good as civil war anyway. What we can do is try to threaten Parliament into passing a bill to keep Police in their respective States. That will stop the formation of Gendarmeries. I would say outlaw Volunteer Corps, but we all know that they would just pass them off as extra retainers."

"Vote by show of hands to bully Parliament into restricting police movement... all in favour?" The Reichsmarshall counted the votes, then nodded, it was unanimously carried.

"What of these blok pakrahs in East Narbonnensis?" an Air Marshall demanded, "We need to do something about them, we can't have those creatures wandering about our countryside. There is a Varulf in the army, it must be exterminated."

"Doing so would anger East Narbonnensis and see us look like Royalists, although I do see your point.... if they get out of hand you can always release Project D on them, I did hear the word 'exterminate'." Collins pointed out, "I think we should arrest James Pratt... and Aeron Pipes, perhaps speak to the Roma Scrutator? Who is that at the moment?"

Project D had caused a hush to fall over the assembly, including Gerard who was looking stunned at the suggestion. He snapped out of it as she continued speaking, enough to describe what a Scratator was, "Scrutators are assigned to make sure Electors and Praetors are obeying the law and not behaving in a manner to undermine the State." Gerard explained, "Aeron Pipes is the Praetor for Gaul, probably responsible for the attacks."

"Kay Fields." an Admiral supplied, "We had lunch the other day, delightful woman."

"Then perhaps, Admiral Burges, you would like to take her to lunch again, and strongly suggest the idea?" the Reichsmarshall suplied.

"Aye, aye Sir."

Things seemed to be getting done here, in a quasi legal sort of way...

Lorient keeps his silence and his curiosity to himself after the "Project D" conversation came into discussion. eager to know what is it. the General needs to know this for intelligence purposes

"If i may interrupt, What is Project D?" The General asked to the Junta assembly

The Assembly was quiet for a moment, "Something that shouldn't have ever been made." O'Booze growled eventually, "It's a small mutated creature with an enormous intellect, a bit like a biological computer but fully sentient. They exist within armoured life support systems. Keeping control of them has been... problematic."

"That is to say a lot of them went berserk." the Commisaar supplied, "Mostly because the person who created them had intended that to happen... he was not of our species and had something of a dislike for our kind." he motioned to include the people of Dyellian ethnicity (vaguely Mediterranean looking people).