NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: Mephras, if you are reading this thread, it is operating according to fluid time so we can still do the Resorts and Revolutions thread without problems. :D

The same goes for any RPs we are doing, Karuchea, Lynion, Mioya and others. This thread takes place long after them all via fluid time. :tongue:

The first post is written primarily from the viewpoint of a young girl in a Communist youth group who turns out to be involved unwittingly in the Restoration. I thought I would try something new for me.

IC:
I can vividly remember the day that I was chosen to represent my youth group at the military parade and I can remember thinking how much I wanted to look presentable. Don't think I'm a Communist but think of me as some reluctant child who had no interest in waving red flags and denouncing enemies of the Revolution. I could really care less about stuff I have no faith in. My name is Elizabeth and I was one of the many people who witnessed the assassination of Thomas Millone. When I returned home that windy and cloudy day to tell my parents about being chosen to meet Millone, they were shocked but did not seem to protest. My father used to be the owner of a thriving business in Marianopolis until the Reds bombed it during the siege and he hasn't been able to get it rebuilt. I really miss those days when I'd visit him there after school. As for my mother, she was quite content with being a stay at home mother and never seemed to care much for serving the Revolution. I remember seeing those posters urging women to serve the Revolution but my mother said she only served her family and no one else. Whenever I looked out the window of my bedroom during the night to see the moonlight illuminating the dreary and pitch black streets, I can remember seeing the occassional Communist patrols. They would swarm any suspicious place and, at times, I think I've heard gunshots.

On the day of my meeting with Millone, I changed into the schoolgirl uniform style outfit that the youth group I was a member of gave to all its female members and I walked, alone, through the streets of Marianopolis towards the parade grounds while listening to my MP3 player and occassionally looking at the people all around me who seemed quite stoic and stern for some reason. Perhaps, they were getting tired of Communist rule. I didn't understand the complexities of the Revolution and I was only even a member of a Communist group because my mother did not want me to suffer as an outcast. There were stories about kids being outcasts after not joining youth groups like mine. Luckily I avoided such a horrid fate.

Arriving at the parade grounds, I was immediately noticed by representatives of the government who undoubtedly were notified of my nomination and they shoved me along into a row of guests who would be shaking hands and talking to Millone. I considered it an honor, really, but only because it's not every day that you get to meet someone like Millone. I've never met a politician up close and personal. I've only seen them speak on television for example; like when Gaspard XIX urged Myakkans to fight the Reds. I don't know what's happened to him.

The parade grounds were filled with soldiers and police officers along with the usual masses of citizens that accompany every parade. I smiled and just looked happy as I told myself I would be since I did not want to give the impression that I was considering meeting Millone to be a chore and God knows how much people were punished for trivial matters. The parade started in full swing with the tanks driving through the streets cordoned off for the parade while the Revolutionary anthem was playing. I can remember seeing banners of Stalin and Mao being held up and instantly I remembered them from my lessons in school. To my teachers, Stalin was a great man who strove to change his nation for the better and I usually just assumed Mao was but the same. Although I got top marks for my essays on them, I felt a bit weird since my essays were pretty much filled with lies on how I loved their work. To be honest, I really like Sabrina Theran, the peasant girl who strove to become the First Empress of Myakka. She's an inspiration.

The speeches of the ministers were relatively the same albeit in different tones of voice as they were all about the need to ruthlessly exterminate all anti-Revolutionary influences in Myakka and how it was necessary to continue the establishment of a Communist state. I never really believed in any of it though I did seem to be interested in listening to them speak. I remember seeing Millone for the first time. He looked quite calm and collected and did not seem to think that anything could go wrong on this prestigious day. I remember staring at him with intense curiosity because this was the man I was supposed to be seen talking to and adoring with all my heart in the words of my youth group's leader. She told me that Millone was like a second father since he helped in the birth of the Revolution. Whenever I thought of Millone, I remembered the portraits of him that were all over my school. When I would be at my desk, I felt as if he was watching me somehow through the portrait. The portraits of Millone were condemned once by some wanderer who was screaming to people one day, out in the open, about Millone's cult of personality. My mother simply rushed me away from him since, within the span of a few minutes, he was taken by police officers and never seen again on the streets. The last words I remember hearing from him were: "One day the Myakkan people will rise again!"

I was maintaing my stoic idleness while waiting for my time to talk to Millone. He was making his own speeches about the need to wipe out all traces of the past and build a new future together as one nation. He would speak about this for what felt like an hour or more before he began talking to people around him. I felt, when it was my turn, a shove in his direction and he took my hand and asked. "What is your name, young lady?"

"My name is Elizabeth. I'm here to represent my youth group, Comrade Millone."

I shook his hand firmly which made him remark how masculine my handshake was and then he began asking me about my family and my thoughts and I tried my best to answer the questions as best as I could. I did not know that soon everything would take an unexpected turn. As I was talking to Millone, I did not happen to notice that there was a commotion on the streets. There was a lone truck moving towards the audience while fighter jets rushed through the air and soon my ears picked up a bit of ringing before my eyes noticed something red on my dress. Millone's head had exploded! Guts and brains were thrown all over me after some mysterious man shouted Sic Semper Tyrannis! and I immediately flew for cover while everyone was trying to get the heck out of harm's way as two minutes or more was spent by the rebels in firing on the ministers of the Revolutionary State. I felt horrified and sick but I proceeded to run home as best as I could. Everyone was running in so much panic that I was nearly trampled while trying to get away from it all. When I finally got down to the streets, I ran as fast as I could towards my house. Policemen were rushing past me down the streets while gunfire and explosions were heard everywhere. Chaos has come to us once again.

I finally got home after a while and my parents quickly inspected me as I told them what had happened but I stopped briefly when I noticed that people were mentioning me and Millone on the news. I was a media sensation as the schoolgirl who shook hands with a politician right before his head exploded. My father smirked a little but then resumed his emotionlessness while my mother was panicking. The chaos lasted for hours until the rising of the moon seemed to end it all. During the night, I turned on the television in my room only to find a mysterious voice. There was a man fully clad in black sitting in front of a camera with old symbols of the Myakkan Armed Forces behind him. He had a mask on so I could not see what he looked like. As he spoke, I felt like something was going to bring Myakka back into those horrible days of violence.

"Brothers and sisters of Myakka,

I am sure that you have all heard about the assassination of the Tyrant along with several of his high-ranking ministers earlier today which has been attributed to anti-Revolutionary elements as the Communist news crews love to say whenever something like this happens. I must say that it was us who arranged the attack. We, brethren, are members of the Armed Forces of Myakka who desire the complete destruction of Communist rule in Myakka and the restoration of proper and responsible government. We have strayed long enough from human rights and have spent too much times in the arms of tyranny. It is our hope that the people of Myakka will rise up against the Red Hordes. Think of your children. Do you want them to live in hypocrisy? Do you want them to live in terror?

This message is being broadcast on every television and radio in the Myakkan nation in the hopes that the Myakkan people will join us and rise against the Red Hordes. I am not ashamed to say to you all that I support the restoration of the Monarchy even if His Majesty, Gaspard XX, has not given us any official support since we have acted independently of the Crown. Myakkans! We urge you to bring back your support for the Crown. Do you not remember the days when we learned about true heroes like Sabrina Theran? Do you not remember the days when we could have our civil rights? Do you not remember the Crown that brought us days of peace and prosperity? You may be remembering the days of absolute monarchy but we shall bring to you a constitutional monarchy led by the People and Crown as one force. We shall do what we can to bring change to our nation. I bid you all good night and I hope that we shall not have to see any more schoolgirls covered in the blood and guts of pieces of shit."

As the television went silent after the man made that little comment about me, I was intrigued by the message but yet fearful. I did not want to have to worry about fleeing to bomb shelters or anything like that. I did not want to have to pray for my life to be spared from Death's cold hands. All I wanted was peace.

OOC: The next upcoming posts will deal with the disintergration of the Communist Party's hold on power and the rise of the Constitutionalists to power over the Myakkan nation.

Restoration armies were massing in the southern provinces of the Myakkan nation where their predecessors during the civil war had waged a grand struggle against the Communists. They had already seized several cities and military installations and their leaders had declared themselves the Regency that was essentially a monarchist military junta waiting for the return of their liege lord from Lamoni. Their leader was Lucian Paras, a veteran of the civil war who had smuggled himself with his colleagues into Myakka under the pitch black darkness. It was he who ordered Millone's assassination and it was he who ordered the revolt of all people loyal to the Crown. As a veteran of the civil war and a descendant of old warriors, Lucian Paras had a good sense of war within him and he often spent most of his time looking over maps or writing to his family who he had once again left behind somewhere. His wife understood why he left and did not really pressure him to stay but rather to at least be careful. The Restoration gained ground in the South while political feuds were developing in the North between progressives who wanted reform, hardliners who wanted more Stalinistic style policies, and moderates who sought to be the via media of the Party. Each of them claimed to be the true successors of Thomas Millone and they spent most of their time debating rather than worrying about the Restorationists, that is, the servants of the Great Counter-Revolution. Martial law and rationing was becoming more and more stricter with every day that it passed while soldiers began to desert as wages and food allotments fell to a rather insignificant rate. These downtrodden soldiers rapidly joined the Restoration or just went to their homes and became apathetic since many of them joined the Red forces only for the money anyway. They could care less about Communism or those hardliners who led them. However, this loss of poor soldiers did not severly harm the Communist armies who were marching to the so called Southern Regency to arrest and purge this government of rebellious knaves and treacherous curs. Had they not seen the benefits of Communist rule?

As the days turned into weeks, Lucian Paras saw that his Restoration was succeeding but not as fast as he would have hoped for it to; it was going rather slow across the land. This made him saddened but more determined to fight for his goals. He assembled emissaries to send to the government of Salzland for support in the Restoration and other emissaries to states like Lynion and Lamoni for support. The Government in Exile, he knew, already threw their support to Lucian Caret's Restoration under the auspieces of Gaspard XX who felt like Paras' crusade could be used as a bridge towards his own dream of taking back the throne and bringing Myakka back to what it once was while his associates, the Constitutionalists, would use it as a bridge to build the first democratic (albeit monarchist) government Myakka had ever seen instead of just merely having bits of democracy in the cities and towns or in student bodies.

To: Whomever it may concern in the nation of Salzland.
From: Lucian Paras, Leader of the Myakkan Restoration
Subject: Assistance

Most esteemed leaders,

I have been hopeful over the last weeks to recieve support from the honorable nation of Salzland for my attempt at securing the Myakkan Restoration so that a free government (OOC: which ends up being a constitutional monarchy) may be established for the well being and security of the people and so that the Red Tyranny may, at last, be overthrown and disposed of so that we may not suffer any further. I have already seized several ports which are fully open to your soldiers and I do hope to meet with those Salzlander officers whom I once fought alongside during those good old days of resistance to Communist hypocrisy. I do hope that you shall consider my proposal here and hopefully we, along with other nations, shall bring Myakka back to what it once was.

Signed,
L. Paras.

The letter was swiftly sent via the secret networks which were established by the Restoration's supporters so that letters and communiques could be sent swiftly and without any problems. Amazingly, Paras thought, those Communists did not even know of the existence of such networks or of his funding of citizen led revolts in cities which soon pledged their allegiance to the Royalist cause. The Tavern Oath of 2008, signed and witnessed by many Royalists, declared that they would never disband until the Monarchy was restored and the Communists were defeated. The Oath was soon circulated throughout Myakkan cities with many people signing it and pledging themselves to the cause. It even had the signature of Ainselen and everyone who worked alongside him. The Oath was, of course, burned by pro-Communists but in some cases those oath-burners were thrown in the fires they themselves made. Only time would tell if the men and women of the Oath would succeed in their mission.

Any problems if I join? Although I am a socialist state, my government would see the wrongs, and horrors caused by the communists. Also, what limits are there on forces, assistance, etc?

Any problems if I join? Although I am a socialist state, my government would see the wrongs, and horrors caused by the communists. Also, what limits are there on forces, assistance, etc?

OOC: I don't see why you cannot join. There aren't really too much limits except that you don't use certain types of weapons such as nukes, etc but you can TG me with questions about that or anything else. Feel free to send soldiers and weapons to the Myakkan Restoration's supporters.

Encoded Message to the Myakkan Restorationists
From Premier Waldemir Deskot

We have observed the plight of the Myakkans under Communist tyranny, and realise that if we are to assist you in restoring your nation it is to be done now, our initial support can assist you in throwing of Communist shackles, but after this has been completed we would be more than willing to aid the restored Myakkan Democracy, should you agree to our help we would first require a Port or Harbour in which to land soldiers, equipment and other neccessities of this combat, I wish you successes and remind you that strength can only be found amongst unity.

Signed,
Waldemir Deskot

OOC: Myakka, talk to me over IM soon. I have weapons in mind to give to Lucian Caret and his men.

Encoded Message to the Myakkan Restorationists
From Premier Waldemir Deskot

We have observed the plight of the Myakkans under Communist tyranny, and realise that if we are to assist you in restoring your nation it is to be done now, our initial support can assist you in throwing of Communist shackles, but after this has been completed we would be more than willing to aid the restored Myakkan Democracy, should you agree to our help we would first require a Port or Harbour in which to land soldiers, equipment and other neccessities of this combat, I wish you successes and remind you that strength can only be found amongst unity.

Signed,
Waldemir Deskot

Encoded Message to the Premier of Toopoxia
From General Lucian Paras

We are pleased to hear that the Toopoxian nation has offered its support in our noble undertaking and gladly open Royalist ports in the south of Myakka for your use. Our goal is the complete restoration of the Monarchy and the creation of a free and responsible government. Any help that you can provide for us is very appreciated.

Signed,
Gen. L. Paras.

Rathma, Longshanks, Andrew and Daniel were the commanders of a newly form gurellia force that was established to help fight off the Communist armies in Myakka. Among the group of 36, was an aerial destoryer nicely hidden under cammoflague forest net and inside the destoryer was 3 Dingo Fighter Jets and 5 Interceptor Fighter Jets.

"Have you heard the news?" asked Daniel to Rathma as he listened to the radio. "A Loyal Crown Radio Station was established in the south where the Loyalists have taken several key ports, harbours and towns,"

"It sounds suss," started Rathma who was the commander of the operation. "However, if its true then we can contact Lynion from there and get them to come with an armada and divisions to help re-take the country,"

"I would've thought you wanted to go home Rathma," started Daniel as he checked his sniper rifle.

Rathma boarded the deck of the destoryer as the netting was removed. He looked around as the crew members scrambled onboard as the gurellias were boarding. Daniel, Andrew and Longshanks joined Rathma on the flight deck as the engines came alove. They were going to go south to the coast above radar and joined with the resistance.

TO: Loyal to the Crown Myakkaians
FROM: The guy next door

It has come to my attention that you hold the south. Expect a lone ship to join you in the harbour with a couple of Elite Spec Ops ready to take on the world.

The Royalist-held cities were erupting into celebration with many people staying up to the wee hours of the morning to help tear down Communist symbols and posters while taverns were filled with rowdy soldiers telling tales and having a good time with the tavern waitresses. Everyone was happy and everyone was hopeful for a better future. The Tavern Oath became more available to the masses and many more people put their signatures upon it. Royalist radio and television stations were urging people to keep their faith in the cause and to welcome the Government in Exile with open arms and jubilation. The self declared Regency was busy with not only consolidating their power and putting Communist leaders on trial but also with establishing ties with foreign nations although they knew that they'd only dissolve once the Government in Exile regained control.

A group of Royalist soldiers were busying themselves with booze and celebration when they noticed the Lynion ship approaching them. With smiles and waves, they welcomed the occupants of the ship into the harbor and asked them questions like: "What do you need? Where do you need to go?"

One of the sailors approached Rathma and welcomed him as if they were brothers. "You've landed in the settlement of Port Ainselen. It's a peaceful little port city named for an old Myakkan nobleman. The entire city is in celebration over the Restoration and there's a new radio station broadcasting Royalist messages."

The news about Rathma and his men was sent to the Royalist headquarters while the men from Lynion were told about the conditions in the settlement. "You'll find a tavern or two if you need to relax and possibly a hotel or something. Feel free to have a look around before you get on your mission. You'd probably want to relax, eh?"

"Daniel take charge!" shouted Rathma as several men came onto the deck of the aerail destoryer. "David, Oliver, Mick, Justin and the other originials on me! We're off to the tavern and have a decent meal before hell breaks loose," finished Rathma.

9 out of the 36 men went with Rathma and the other sailor as they headed towards a tavern nearby.

"The others can have a moment of peace while we have a decent meal since we've being living in the Commie area," smiled Rathma.

The nearest tavern was filled to the brim with people chugging down drinks, flirting with the tavern waitresses and talking about various things with the bartender while a framed copy of the Tavern Oath hanged on the wall along with little portraits of Myakkan heroes and battles. The bartender noticed the men from Lynion enter the tavern and with a smile bade them welcome. "What can I serve you? Luckily we got a new shipment of wine and beer the past day."

The bartender pointed out that Rathma and his buddies could sit on some stools or take their choosing of one of the tables and be served by one of the beautiful waitresses who were busy trying to make sure that everyone had their fill. Some people chose the tables just to get to be served by the waitresses. Rathma, if he was listening, could hear some conversations about the state of affairs in Myakka and how many of these men were thirsting for Communist blood. The bartender just went on with serving drinks while whistling an old folk tune. Everyone was happy and everyone was having a jolly good time. It was great to be alive today.

Rathma pulled out his PDA as he looked at a nearby table.

"We'll show ourselves to a table," smiled Rathma.

The ten of them sat around a large table as the PDA beeped. He looked through it as messages were overloading the system. Something was happening in Lynion that they didn't know about. Rathma thought to himself as David went to the bartender.

"Could we have 10 pints of Emu Bitter please," asked David.

The bartender nodded his head and went to preparing ten pints of ice cold Emu Bitter for his new guests while he called upon a waitress to help him deliver them. When the waitress and bartender arrived with the ten pints, she noticed that the incoming message on Rathma's PDA was about the Kingdom of Lynion sending soldiers to assist the Restoration and she began to feel amazed. She began saying things about Lynion which made everyone in the tavern stare at Rathma and his friends briefly before they burst into laughing and singing with them all saying: "Friends from Lynion, welcome! Thank you for the support! May we always be friends!"

The waitress smiled at Rathma. "The people here are always friendly to anyone who supports the Restoration and you are no exception. Look at them....they all look so jovial around you." She brushed her hair back and walked away with a smile on her face.

"Thanks darling but you didn't tell them the whole story," whispered Rathma to the barmaid before getting up. "Hey everyone! If its moral you want! Then listen to this!"

Rathma jumped around as he linked up the PDA to the sound system and stopped the music. Static came over first before silence overwhelmed the tavern.

"This is High King Vamp of the Vamperial Kingdom Alliance," came a heavy voice over the sound system on the highest volume it went. "As of today, Fungi interceptors interceptored a telegram coming from Myakka itself about the Loyalists rising again and accending to re-take the country. Our pray's goes to the Loyalists of Myakka and we wish to also do the following," Vamp takes a breather for a moment before going back to the speech. "As of today, the Vamperial Kingdom Alliance will face its first war as the Alliance. Lynion, Fungi, Imperial Australia and Warlords of the Jin Pung Seas, will be dispatching 1 million and 500 thousand troops to Myakka all together. Tanks, APC's, Halftracks and other armour units will be joining with them alongside 400 total warships, 130 freighters and close to 300 aircrafts. We urge the Myakkaians here in Lynion to join us with the liberation of their country and the restoring of their monarchy!"

Cheers could be heard from the PDA as Rathma looked up at the people around them.

"This is High King Vamp of the Vamperial Kingdom Alliance," came a heavy voice over the sound system on the highest volume it went. "As of today, Fungi interceptors interceptored a telegram coming from Myakka itself about the Loyalists rising again and accending to re-take the country. Our pray's goes to the Loyalists of Myakka and we wish to also do the following," Vamp takes a breather for a moment before going back to the speech. "As of today, the Vamperial Kingdom Alliance will face its first war as the Alliance. Lynion, Fungi, Imperial Australia and Warlords of the Jin Pung Seas, will be dispatching 1 million and 500 thousand troops to Myakka all together. Tanks, APC's, Halftracks and other armour units will be joining with them alongside 400 total warships, 130 freighters and close to 300 aircrafts. We urge the Myakkaians here in Lynion to join us with the liberation of their country and the restoring of their monarchy!"

The entire tavern roared with jubilation as everyone got up and began to sing and shout with such happiness that it looked like they were drunk on that more than the booze they had in their hands. The barmaids giggled and clapped their hands while people began singing the old Myakkan anthem and saying how'd they welcome the Vamperial soldiers with open arms. The bartender gave everyone a refill while some of the Myakkans began swarming the men of Lynion with their heads held high and with some people asking about the fungi that King Vamp mentioned since no one had ever seen a fungi before. "What in the heck is a fungi?!"

A few of the barmaids were studying the men of Lynion and were comparing amongst themselves who was the most handsome of the bunch with accompanying winks and giggles. The barmaids were all endowed with good looks and they would not have minded entertaining the visitors for a while. The barmaid Rathma whispered words to was standing with the bartender and sure, she looked gorgeous, but it did not look like she was that interested in Rathma or his friends. The bartender shouted out to Rathma amidst the unamimous singing. "There's an inn nearby y'all can stay at! It's right down the street."

The leader of the flirtatious barmaids giggled and shouted. "We can take you there if you'd like!"

"The Fungi?" asked David as he got up and silenced the crowd. "The Fungi are the demons that gives nightmares to the unlucky ones. Each one has the power of four male bull elephants. Each one will fight for its leader and itself when war comes. Hell! A Lynion werewolf and a Fungi Minator can punch through the lines without being wounded!"

Rathma pulled David aside as he listened to them talk about home. The PDA was still connected to the PDA when something interuppted the crowd. David looked up as the Lynion National Athem came on.

"We call upon the Diggers in our darkest hour,
Our way of life is what we're fighting for!
The flag that fly above us, inspire us each hour
To do our best in every way!

Its a great day to die!
When you know the reasons why!
Our citizens are what we're fighting for,
To hell with everything else!" sang the Lynion's twice over.

David took Rathma's bar maid as he looked at her after they sung.

"What do you do in your spare time?" flirted David.

"Werewolves? Those are mythical creatures, aren't they?"

The bartender smiled at David with a look that suggested he was curious to learn more about them while the others were busy knocking down drinks to really care much about if werewolves really existed and the leading barmaid quipped that it was ironic that the men of Lynion would fight for Myakka when their anthem suggested that a man of Lynion fights only for his own people. Everyone continued to sing and dance while a flustered barmaid spoke softly to David. "I usually just do what I feel like in my spare time. I could be going for walks in the city or listening to the ships as they come in."

The barmaid adjusted her outfit and smiled at David; taking quite the liking to him. "I'll take you to the nearby inn if you would like. It's not too far from here. I'm sure you'd be able to get a room."

OOC:The war is still going on, correct?

IC:
To the Revolutionaries, currently operating in Myakka

We have recently heard of your great revolution, and wish to assist you. The greed of communism is one that we have abandaned long, long ago. We shall support you in any way we can, wether it be weapons, vehicles, munitions, aircraft, or ships, we shall assist you.
We are currently sending the 1st Airborne Division, the "Blue Devils" because of their patch, composed of 13,500 troops. We are also going to be airlifting in the 31st Airborne tank squadron, the "Flying Bricks", and the 74th Airborne Tank squadron, the "Levitating Armour". Included, will also be a Task Force of naval ships, deemed TFB. We shall include weapons, and munitions for your soldiers.
If we deem it necessary, we shall also be sending more troops, and ships. We wish you well in your revolution, and shall help however we can.

Graith Dr'klow

OOC: I will make the ORBAT for my ships later, so bear with me. Where are you in the world, Myakka? I will determine how many hours it takes, that way. Rough estimates :)
Please specify what weapons you want from my storefront. (http://z10.invisionfree.com/Universal_Defense/index.php?act=idx) Please specify what the revolutionaries want. No ships, or satellites though. I will place a strict limit of $25,000,000 dollars on their spending there. Don't want you outfitting your new forces for free, with the best weapons :) Some people would take major advantage of this...

OOC:The war is still going on, correct?

IC:


OOC: I will make the ORBAT for my ships later, so bear with me. Where are you in the world, Myakka? I will determine how many hours it takes, that way. Rough estimates :)
Please specify what weapons you want from my storefront. (http://z10.invisionfree.com/Universal_Defense/index.php?act=idx) Please specify what the revolutionaries want. No ships, or satellites though. I will place a strict limit of $25,000,000 dollars on their spending there. Don't want you outfitting your new forces for free, with the best weapons :) Some people would take major advantage of this...

OOC: Myakka geographically looks like Ireland albeit enlarged and I have not really given it a set location as of yet. The war is still on-going if you are referring to the Restoration, etc. The Revolutionaries would not mind just getting weapons and overall support. As long as the weapons are good and in working condition, they'll be happy.

OOC:I swear, these are the best weapons I've got. They are the same weapons, that my own forces are using. Please, take a look around, and 25 mil is free for the revolutionaries.

The alarm clock rang throughout Elizabeth's room for a brief moment since it was silenced by a swift bang upon it by Elizabeth's hand as she sat up on the mattress with stern sighs since she was really hoping to continue sleeping instead of being shipped off to school. Nonetheless, she had breakfast and got changed into the uniform that she was given before walking out of her home to breathe in the fresh air and hopefully breathe out her frustration. She walked down the street to notice that there were Communist preachers exhorting people to stand against the Regency with a passion rivaling that of the old wandering missionaries who used to walk the same streets and preach their own gospel to the masses. She could hear them singling out people and urging them to keep their faith in the Communist system. As she walked to her school amidst the bustling crowds, Elizabeth noticed the posters that depicted the Regency as being an organization of wannabe oppressors and restorers of disgusting capitalist ideals. Elizabeth simply smiled and walked past them. She did not really care for Communism. As she was walking through the streets, she noticed a young man being beaten in an alley by Communist soldiers. She ran towards them and shouted for them to stopped and they just ended up looking at her as if she were an insignificant little girl. "Take him then...take the piece of shit."

The Communist soldiers smirked as they walked away while Elizabeth bent down to help get the beaten man leaning against the wall for support. He felt the smoothness of the skin upon her face and smiled as blood fell from his wounds. "Thank you, my lady, I am in your debt. I was accosted by those men for simply preaching a different word...."

"What were you preaching?" Elizabeth asked curiously while she wiped the blood from the man's face with a spare handkerchief she had stashed away in her pocket. The man smiled at her and took out what looked like a pamphlet. "I was preaching the Restoration....and my hopes that Myakka, whether it returns to Monarchism or not....will become a better nation then it is now."

Elizabeth sat next to the man and flipped through the pamphlet. "In school they make me read all sorts of Communist material. I've pretty much memorized the Manifesto." The young man laughed a little. "They want you only to serve their hypocritical tyranny.....they don't care at all about you. Where is the Communism they preach about?"

Elizabeth smiled. "When I asked that, they said that it would take time for the Communism we all hear them preaching about to be born. They put the blame on reactionary elements and say that they are stalling the efforts of the faithful to build a true Communist society."

The young man laughed even louder than before. "It's all horse shit, my lady, it's all horse shit. You'll find that the Communist ideology only works in theory and that it always fails when put into practice since it turns into an oligarchy composed of the Party elite."

Elizabeth nodded her head. "I would love to talk more, sir, but I do have to get to school. I may not really care much for Communist thought but I care a lot about my grades and attendance record."

The young man waved her farewell and smiled as Elizabeth continued her walk to school and eventually getting there just moments before she would have been pronounced late for her first class which happened to be a daily indoctrination session in the merits of Communist thought but the only thing on her mind then was the words of that young man she saved. Was he telling the truth? Were the Communists only hypocrites? She did know that people had a lot more freedom under the Old Order so vehemently demonized in Communist propaganda but wasn't it all worth it in the end for the sake of attaining the best society? Was it all for the common good? She drifted off into such thoughts as another day began in Leninopolis.

OOC: Please specify where you are. I would be there anyways by now, if we go by the ormal, 2 hrs=1 month, 1 day=1 year. I am assuming you took the south side of your island, or atleast much of that area.

IC:
"Sir, we have the coast in sight." Called out the helmsman. They were aboard the Daiwizian End All class battleship GrosseBoome, which was the flagship of the fleet. Included was another End All, a newly built Kratik super-carrier, five Dr'klow frigates, 200 Kar'b class PT boats, 10 Barracuda class submarines, and four Bayern class dreadnoughts. This was not even half of the Daiwizian navy, and was newly outfitted with amphibious landing platforms, so as to land weapons, and munitions.
The admiral quickly strode over to the front of the bridge. Staring with aged eyes. He had seen war before, yes. Much war. He had been a part of the EC conflict, the Canedian blockade, and operation flaming clown. There was much he wished to forget, but for now he had a job to do. "Send out a message informing the revolutionaries of our position." He barked out, as above them jet engines, mixed with props were heard overhead. The C-43s carrying the airborne speeded overhead, heading towards the mainland. They needed to land soon, and the airborne were to secure the airfeilds north of the revolutionaries position. If they did not, the planes would crash, or try landing on unprepared airstrips within the rebel controled areas.
"All crew to general stations. I don't want any surprises." He spoke to the captain.
As cries of 'All hands to general stations' rang out throughout the ship, high above, the transports were lumbering along. A few were towing gliders, designed to capture the airstrip, or atleast distract the enemy. A few of these carried light artillery, and a handful of T-11 Light tanks. The rest of the vehicles would be dropped close to the ground, or offloaded once the planes landed. They only had an hour till they were over the targets.

Somewhere over the skies of an airfeild in northern Myakka.

"Orange light." Yelled out lt.Baker, as the jet engines were shut off, and it was now only the prop blast that washed over them. Over the props, he heard the metallic snap that meant the glider had been cut lose. He saw it start to descend, turnign in a slow circle, as it drifted down to Earth, before it was lost in the darkness. Behind the plane, the rest of the C-43s began detaching the gliders, except for three of them, for they had the precious artillery peices.

Meanwhile, within the lead glider...
"Damnit! Where's the fucking airstrip? I can't see shit!" spat out the pilot, as he tried to spot the strip. It was difficult when everything was pitch black, and they were forced to not have a single light on, for fear they would be spotted. Black painted faces looked around fearfully, and clung onto their weapons. They had been trained for this, but it was nevertheless frightening. A few voices were heard quietly praying, and others talking to eachother.
"If those cargo plane pilots unhooked us at the right spot, we should be right over the airfeild in 3...2...1...Mark. There's a hanger! Brace for impact!"Cried out the co-pilot, as the plane hit the ground with a shuddering jolt. They had run into a patch of tree, and the glider hit so hard it turned over. The cargo, and people within alike, all got tossed around, as if they were rag dolls. Around them, other gliders rammed into the forest, and a few impacted far from the target. It was a pretty botched airdrop.

OOC:If this seems like GodModding, let me know, please. I will change it. I am going to wait for a response, before my troops do anything. I would prefer it if my gliders have not been noticed :D

"Err..." started David as he checked out the barmaird before turning to Rathma.

"David how long has it being since you've made love to a woman?" asked Rathma as he removed his PDA and joined them while drinking his pint of Emu Bitter.

"Well...err..." replied David as the barmaid started to flirt with him.

"Take this as an order from your mentor rather your commanding officer," started Rathma as he turned to him while he was finishing his Bitter. "Make love for tomorrow our brothers and sisters would've arrived and we'll be showing the world what we can do," smiled Rathma. "One thing before you go bar maid, could you get me another pint of Ginger Beer?"

David looked at the bar maid as the other boys were taking their maids down to the local inn for 'bed'. He checked her out again before closing his eyes and opening them again.


Off the coast of Myakka

Two aerial destoryers lead the way as a flight of Dingo and Interceptor's flew on ahead in an arrow formation. Aboard the destoryer was a captain awaiting orders from the flagship as they drifted closer and closer to a port town where an aerial destoryer was already found.

"This is Vamperial Grand Admiral Tzu of the Alliance Grand Juggernought Armada calling friendly Loyalists," came a very deep voice over the intercom as the captain listened to it. "We're requesting that you allow us to land and allow us to talk with your leaders,"

The captain turned around as a sudden flight of Dingo Fighter Jets soared over the small port town while the outer defensive line of Lynion aerial destoryers and friagtes protected the inner capital aerial cruisers, battleships and aircraft carriers. Among them were aerial freighters and aerial transport carriers. The captain felt proud for once as he watched the scouting fighter jets partol the skies.

"Actually..." started David. "Could you show me where the inn is please?"

"Err..." started David as he checked out the barmaird before turning to Rathma.

"David how long has it being since you've made love to a woman?" asked Rathma as he removed his PDA and joined them while drinking his pint of Emu Bitter.

"Well...err..." replied David as the barmaid started to flirt with him.

The barmaid that David had been talking to giggled in delight as she listened to Rathma and him talk about sexual matters which reminded her of her ex-boyfriend and how they dealt with such things. Her more than eager comrades had their own pasts but they all wanted to get these men in bed or at least in a make out session while the other barmaids, including the one that first greeted Rathma, simply were working since they did not feel like sleeping with the foreigners.

"Take this as an order from your mentor rather your commanding officer," started Rathma as he turned to him while he was finishing his Bitter. "Make love for tomorrow our brothers and sisters would've arrived and we'll be showing the world what we can do," smiled Rathma. "One thing before you go bar maid, could you get me another pint of Ginger Beer?"

David looked at the bar maid as the other boys were taking their maids down to the local inn for 'bed'. He checked her out again before closing his eyes and opening them again.

The ginger beer was served and then David's bar maid took his hand and led him outside but instead of taking David to the inn that the others were going to, she led him all the way to her own house where she bade him welcome before looking at him with alluring eyes. "I would prefer us to be separated from the others, handsome foreigner, and I really want to get to know you better."

She gave him a kiss on the lips and grinned before walking towards the location of her bedroom while beckoning him to follow. Tonight, perhaps, would be a long and pleasurable night for David.

The inn in which the foreigners and the barmaids went to happened to be a quaint little inn owned and operated by a middle aged man who established the inn years ago. When he noticed the group coming to him for rooms, he was very happy since he expected a lot of money to come out of this. "Welcome to my inn. How many rooms would you all like for the night? Our rates are quite affordable, our maids are diligent and our food is fresh."

The man smiled. "You will all recieve breakfast and room service in equal measure. You don't need to worry about that."

Off the coast of Myakka

"This is Vamperial Grand Admiral Tzu of the Alliance Grand Juggernought Armada calling friendly Loyalists," came a very deep voice over the intercom as the captain listened to it. "We're requesting that you allow us to land and allow us to talk with your leaders,"

"Our leaders? The only leaders we have here is the Mayor! Are you sure you want to talk to the Mayor?"

"We're looking for whoever is in charge of operations," replied Tzu over the intercom. "It doesn't matter who, but we would to talk to whoever is in charge,"

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"Hmm..." smiled Kevin as he looked at his bar maid before turning to the inn keeper. "We would like...seven bedrooms with double beds...I think," started Kevin who was starting to show signs of drunkness.

"We just want seven seperate rooms with queen size beds," explained Mick who had a stronger immune system to alcohol than the others.

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David pushed the girl down as he started to make his first love to her. He wasn't sure what was it about her that made her so attracted to him, but he didn't care as he knew that tomorrow would be a day that he may never see her again.

"This is my first time cutie," smiled David as he got under the covers. "So I might be slightly slow,"

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Rathma laughed as he looked at his PDA. He flipped through it as he slipped his ginger beer as he went through some photos of his wife and the twins back home. Rathma remembered the days of the old when wars wasn't always on and they lived in peace, but it always seem that somewhere in the world, wars were happening. He took up the pint of ginger beer and noticed the table slightly rocked from side to side.

'That's a bit low,' thought Rathma to himself.

OOC:I feel so ingored lulz. Anyways, my gliders are down, although in bad shape. They are better built than the gliders of WW2, but still prone to crumpling.

Within a set of trees, near a communist held airport

"Come on!" Whispered a nearby soldier, as Cpl.Schraen regained conciousness. He first noticed that the glider was turned over, and that he was now on the roof. He next noticed the pilot dead in his seat, head smashed against the windsheild, and a tree sticking through the side of the craft.
"Oh fuck, my head." He softly moaned to himself, as he fully came to. He reached over to his AK-113, only to find it had been broken in the crash. "Fuck me, damnit. Not again. Where's the pilots damn weapon." He muttered to himself as he stood up. Darkness enclosed everything, making sight useless. He eventually found the pilots weapon, an MP5K-N. "Nice gun." He muttered to himself, as he patted the pilot down for ammo. He eventualy found six clips of ammunition, tucking them into his ammo pockets.
Outside the other soldiers were taking up defensive positions, and unpakcing the heavy weapons. Within each box was an XM410 heavy machine gun, extra ammo, PanzerFaust 4Ts, and PanzerFaust Bunkerbusters. Occasionaly a muffled "Fuck" was heard, as the occasional broken weapon was heard.
Nearby a radioman was trying to get his long range radio working, and the col nearby. He eventualy got the bulky machine working, and handed the phone to the col.
"This Col.Mackenzie. We have landed safely, with minimum casualties. Few gliders missed their target zone, and most of the weapons are fine. We will begin the assault in three minutes. It's currently SNAFU here, Situation normal, all fucked up. Col. Mackenzie out." Said the col in a raspy voice. He quickly talked into everyones radio, informing them to get into position for the battle.
Unfortunately, only one of the gliders with tanks had made it, the other three landing outside of the target area, along with two of the four heavy weapons gliders. It was not SNAFU, more like FUBAR, fucked up beyond all recognition.

OOC:I feel so ingored lulz. Anyways, my gliders are down, although in bad shape. They are better built than the gliders of WW2, but still prone to crumpling.

OOC: I am just waiting for the right time to post a response to your soldiers. :tongue:

"We're looking for whoever is in charge of operations," replied Tzu over the intercom. "It doesn't matter who, but we would to talk to whoever is in charge,"

"....You'll be speaking to Lt. Salaren who is responsible for this area. He's with the Mayor at the moment but we can give you an escort who will take you to City Hall."

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"Hmm..." smiled Kevin as he looked at his bar maid before turning to the inn keeper. "We would like...seven bedrooms with double beds...I think," started Kevin who was starting to show signs of drunkness.

"We just want seven seperate rooms with queen size beds," explained Mick who had a stronger immune system to alcohol than the others.

The innkeeper smiled as he handed the group their sets of keys. "Just make sure that you don't break anything and have a good time. Do remember that there are other guests too...so please be courteous. Have a good night."

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David pushed the girl down as he started to make his first love to her. He wasn't sure what was it about her that made her so attracted to him, but he didn't care as he knew that tomorrow would be a day that he may never see her again.

"This is my first time cutie," smiled David as he got under the covers. "So I might be slightly slow,"

The girl smiled in delight while beginning to do her work on David. "Don't worry about it. Just try your best. My name is Lilith by the way."

She began smothering him with tender kisses while trying to encite him in various ways and before they knew it, they were in a passionate embrace....
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Rathma laughed as he looked at his PDA. He flipped through it as he slipped his ginger beer as he went through some photos of his wife and the twins back home. Rathma remembered the days of the old when wars wasn't always on and they lived in peace, but it always seem that somewhere in the world, wars were happening. He took up the pint of ginger beer and noticed the table slightly rocked from side to side.

"Do you require more beer, sir?" The head barmaid said with a smile. "I must say that we still do have ginger beer for you unless you'd like to try something new. Don't worry about me, I'm not going to try to seduce you or anything like that. Not all of us barmaids left with your men anyway."

The barmaid grinned and then walked away while the bartender just smiled. He knew how women could be since, after all, he was married himself. "Do you have a woman back where you come from?" He asked Rathma with a smile.

OOC:Alright then. So I should just continue with what I'm doing?

OOC:Alright then. So I should just continue with what I'm doing?

OOC: Sure. Do you want your men to be attacked?

OOC:Not yet. Mind if they get the drop on the enemy? Or do you consider that godmodding? This realies on surprise, plus the armor, but half of that landed far from the target :D If you agree, I will post my response in this post.

Mick and the others took the bar maids into seperate rounds as they started to make out with the girls from the tavern. The idea was to take their minds off the war and the world around them just for a few moments.

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David slept well with Lilith as he tried his best to please the older woman. He was his first time doing this but he remembered what Rathma told him.

'Do the lady tonight for tomorrow we'll be battling the Red Horde,' rang Rathma words in his head.

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"Yeah, can you get me another pint of Ginger Beer and could you come back with the amount we owe you?" requested Rathma as he gave the bar maid his pint glass.

He listened closer as the table rocked again but with a rumbling sound before it stopped. It wasn't his stomach but he felt he hadn't eaten something in weeks that was decent. He listened to the bartender's words as he turned back to him.

"I've got a wife and twins back home," replied Rathma as he looked back at the bartender. "I made sure they were safe when I left and I hope the twins don't have a childhood like my. Bartender, do you have something to eat or do you sell just drinks?"

Mick and the others took the bar maids into seperate rounds as they started to make out with the girls from the tavern. The idea was to take their minds off the war and the world around them just for a few moments.

The girls had a lot of fun with Mick and the others and found them to be quite satisfactory in bed although their common hope was that they themselves would be found to be satisfactory by Mick and his comrades.

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David slept well with Lilith as he tried his best to please the older woman. He was his first time doing this but he remembered what Rathma told him.

'Do the lady tonight for tomorrow we'll be battling the Red Horde,' rang Rathma words in his head.

Lilith felt amazed at David's carnal talents. Sure, he was a virgin, but he felt like he'd done it before so many times and she loved every minute of it. She felt like saying to him that she wanted to do this again when he got back. She just worked on him with ruthless passion and when it was all said and done, she climbed on top of him and smiled. "For a first timer, you were like you've done it before.....you were wonderful. I want to do this again. Make sure you don't get killed because I'll be waiting for you when the war is over."

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"Yeah, can you get me another pint of Ginger Beer and could you come back with the amount we owe you?" requested Rathma as he gave the bar maid his pint glass.

"Please don't drink too much, man of Lynion, for we would not want an honored guest to be like a common drunk and the bartender's told me that the beer is all on the house. He could not dare to charge you money but all he'd want from you, at least, is that you don't end up drunk and start trashing the place."

"I've got a wife and twins back home," replied Rathma as he looked back at the bartender. "I made sure they were safe when I left and I hope the twins don't have a childhood like my. Bartender, do you have something to eat or do you sell just drinks?"

The bartender smiled. "We have some food but it's not really that fancy; just some snacks that are designed to fill the stomach for a while. I think we still have some food left. Let me get something cooked up for you."

The barmaid smiled. "I don't have a husband or any children myself but I would hope to start a family with that special someone soon before I end up too old and what not to do so. That's one of my goals in life, Rathma, to start a family with someone."

After a while, the bartender brought Rathma some food and smiled. "Here's some food which hopefully is to your satisfaction. Please don't hesitate to ask for more."

"Don't mean to be rude," started Rathma as he watched the bar maid come back to him handing him the food. "Ginger Beer isn't an actual beer, its a strong soda drink. Also, sometimes, the right person will come sooner and will be in front of you,"

He listened to the barmaid as he noticed the stomping viberation was coming much closer as the liquid inside of his glass was actting as if a big viberation was coming closer. He quickly started eating his meal as he listened to the bar tender's words.

"I've being living off some sort of corn beef and basic ready to eat meals for the past year and believe me, anything is better. I would've hope that the blasted chopper that took off with Emperoress Laney had dropped off decent supplies," replied Rathma.

It was during this time that the door to the Tavern was opened and the night sky gleamed through the doorway. Rathma looked up as he noticed an oversize creature and two soldiers come over to him. The rumbling stopped as the squad of three men came over to him.

"Must be Rathma," said the creature as it sat down on the chair. The creature was a 6 foot 9 Fungi Minator with a skinnier body than the others.

"That's right," replied Rathma as he finished his meal. "Bar tender, could I have another four Ginger Beers?"

"Make that five," corrected the Imperial Guardian to his right.

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David looked outside through the window as he noticed the rumbling was coming closer. His eyes quickly noticed a Spider Walker was deployed in the city which meant the Vamperial Forces were arriving tomorrow and this was a scouting party.

"Seems like I'll be going to war tomorrow," whispered David as he noticed the naked girl on top of him under the covers.

"Don't mean to be rude," started Rathma as he watched the bar maid come back to him handing him the food. "Ginger Beer isn't an actual beer, its a strong soda drink. Also, sometimes, the right person will come sooner and will be in front of you,"

"You can call me , Rathma, and thank you for both the reassurance and the information."

"I've being living off some sort of corn beef and basic ready to eat meals for the past year and believe me, anything is better. I would've hope that the blasted chopper that took off with Emperoress Laney had dropped off decent supplies," replied Rathma.

"Her Majesty? Where did they take her?! Where?!" The patriots of the tavern began to swarm Rathma's table. "Where did the chopper take the consort of our liege?"

It was during this time that the door to the Tavern was opened and the night sky gleamed through the doorway. Rathma looked up as he noticed an oversize creature and two soldiers come over to him. The rumbling stopped as the squad of three men came over to him.

When everyone looked at the creature, they were amazed and shocked to see that such creatures existed in real life instead of just on pen and paper like everyone assumed. Mary looked at Rathma after studying the creature. "What in the heck is that thing? How can such a thing exist?!"

"That's right," replied Rathma as he finished his meal. "Bar tender, could I have another four Ginger Beers?"

"Make that five," corrected the Imperial Guardian to his right.

The bartender nodded his head and smiled. "Although I'm surprised to see such a weird creature here, I'll gladly make five ginger beers. Hopefully the creature won't start attacking us."

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David looked outside through the window as he noticed the rumbling was coming closer. His eyes quickly noticed a Spider Walker was deployed in the city which meant the Vamperial Forces were arriving tomorrow and this was a scouting party.

"Seems like I'll be going to war tomorrow," whispered David as he noticed the naked girl on top of him under the covers.

"Going to war tomorrow, Davy? Can we exchange information? I'm going to be writing to you and when you get back, I demand that you come straight to me."

Lilith gave David some tender kisses and smiled. "Be safe, David, and don't be stupid."

"Hey, Alec," started Rathma as he watched everyone crowd around them as soon as he mentioned Laney. "What happened to the Laney chick?"

Alec sat back as he took two ginger beers as they came onto the table. He thought for a moment as his mind went back to the day which was a year ago.

"After Rathma's Company, Resistance Fighters and Marines from another country raided that hell hole of a prison and got Laney out," started Alec in a deep manly tone. "She was sent back to Lynion for two weeks I think for medical treatment, R&R and then she went to Lamoi I think..."

The minator didn't speak a word as he listened to the girls words and then the bartenders words. It was quiet for a few moments as it turned to the girl next to him.

"Sweetie," started the minator as it turned to face the barmaid. "Never believe what society tells you because there's more to the world than meets the eye" he said as he turned to the others.

"Don't worry about Phoneix," replied Rathma to the bartender while referring to the minator. "He's just happy to see a fight,"


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David looked at the beautiful Lilith as his eyes started to become heavy from all the pleasure he was giving her. He closed the curtins as he turned to face her for a moment.

"Babe," started David in his flirting time. "I won't go away for at least four days at the most because we get R&R if we're gurilleas for other 9 months,"

"Hey, Alec," started Rathma as he watched everyone crowd around them as soon as he mentioned Laney. "What happened to the Laney chick?"

Alec sat back as he took two ginger beers as they came onto the table. He thought for a moment as his mind went back to the day which was a year ago.

"After Rathma's Company, Resistance Fighters and Marines from another country raided that hell hole of a prison and got Laney out," started Alec in a deep manly tone. "She was sent back to Lynion for two weeks I think for medical treatment, R&R and then she went to Lamoi I think..."

The tavern guests were amazed. "It is great to hear that you smuggled the Empress Dowager out of the land and thus we'll gladly let you all stay here! Even the creature who've we never seen before! Come on! Let's all have a good time!"

The minator didn't speak a word as he listened to the girls words and then the bartenders words. It was quiet for a few moments as it turned to the girl next to him.

"Sweetie," started the minator as it turned to face the barmaid. "Never believe what society tells you because there's more to the world than meets the eye" he said as he turned to the others.

"Society's never really told me about creatures like you except in myths and science fiction. It's nice to see you seem to be amiable. That's good for all of us."

"Don't worry about Phoneix," replied Rathma to the bartender while referring to the minator. "He's just happy to see a fight,"

"So your name is Phoenix? Tell me about yourself? What exactly are you?" The barmaid said.


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David looked at the beautiful Lilith as his eyes started to become heavy from all the pleasure he was giving her. He closed the curtins as he turned to face her for a moment.

"Babe," started David in his flirting time. "I won't go away for at least four days at the most because we get R&R if we're gurilleas for other 9 months,"

Lilith grinned as she sat up on the bed. "You can stay with me at my house here for those four days until you got to leave for the front or wherever. It'd be a pleasure to have you here, David."

She got out of the bed and embraced him. "Just make sure that if you ever get to the front, you'll be very careful."

As the Col. was informing HQ of the landing, Cpl. Schraen was jogging to the front lines in a daze. He quickly spotted a position, and jumped in behind a log, bringing his MP5 to bear. He looked out into the night, seeing the odd rabbit with his thermobearic goggles. As he finally got comerfortable, the col came over their small radios.
"Attention all troops. The assault is a go, I repeat, the assault is a go. MOVE!"
With that, all of the troops began to sprint towards the base, ducking behind trees as they moved forward. The small squad of engineers was hard put, for they had to find a way for the tanks to get through. They eventualy had to resort to running over small trees, with the light tanks. Sharp Cracks! rang out, as the tanks meticulously cleared a small trail.
Farther up, Cpl.Schraen was moving within the front line. So far, they had not encountered a single enemy soldier, but that should change to. Suddenly, he spotted a communist soldier patroling about the airfeild. Quickly getting down low, he informed the rest of the soldiers.
"We have an enemy patroling, front. He has not spotted us yet." Whispered Schraen. Suddenly, the sharp Crack of a bullet rang out, and the firefight began.

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"We have an enemy patroling, front. He has not spotted us yet." Whispered Schraen. Suddenly, the sharp Crack of a bullet rang out, and the firefight began.

OOC hold it right there it not for you to say what Myakka troops do or go off on your own and start a fire fight

OOC: Any foreign soldiers in Myakka (Lynion, etc) can pick this radio address up if they can somehow get their radios in tune with the stations of Regency Radio.

"Gaspard the Twentieth, by the grace of God, Emperor of Myakka, etc bids all his subjects regardless of social status and religion greetings. The masses of Myakka have long hoped for the wounds of the Motherland to be bound up and for the chaos to be dispelled and replaced by the gentle aura of Peace but, if this can not be done, then what we say is in vain. It is our hope, after a long silence, to bring about our ascension to the Myakkan throne which be but our right by blood and law and bring about the transformation of our nation but it is our hope that this can be achieved without the cost of more lives and the shedding of more blood than that which has already been lost and spilt. Our intention is to bring about the reformation of Myakka that shall bring us all to a free and just society governed by the Crown and the People working together as one for the common good in the form of a democratic monarchy. It is our intention, as well, that the fundamental human rights which all men cherish and which some nations constantly deny their subjects shall be bestowed upon all Myakkans as they were under the reign of our predecessor, Gaspard the Nineteenth (and those before him) and which were displaced under the Interregnum. We have decided to pardon all Communist soldiers who have joined rebellions for reasons such as the need of wages for the survival of their families but this pardon shall be waived if any of the pardoned shall continue to wage war against us. This pardon, let it be known, shall not be given to any member of Millone's illegal government except for those whom have repented of their treason and have shown that they are willing to be loyal and faithful subjects. We shall, upon our ascension to the throne as guaranteed by law, bring about the reopening of all churches and synagogues and declare that no man shall be imprisoned due to his beliefs and that all men shall be permitted to worship in whatever way he shall want and that no religion shall ever be favored; thus we have declared ourselves to be fully secular and that no favoritism shall be granted to any religion. We shall, by law and goodwill, defrock all clergymen of any church which has supported the illegal government of the Communists and that such men shall be barred from becoming ordained once more unless they show honest and sincere repentance and we hereby declare that it is our intention to bring about the growth of ties with all nations who have fought alongside our predecessor and his subsequent successors and to them we give our honest thanks for words cannot express our love of the deeds they have done for us. Finally, it is our intention to declare we shall that all men and women who were responsible for the regicide of our predecessor, Gaspard the Nineteenth and of similar crimes of high treason shall be brought forth to trial in a court of our own choosing and that such men and women shall be punished for their sins against our beloved nation for whom we have done much work. In the name of God, we pray that Myakka shall become what it once was and we pray that Peace shall be restored to the fullest extent. Written in Our hand from the city of Nephi in the year 2008 in the Common Era."

The radio stations of the Regency did not hear the names of those men and women explicitly named in the lists of those barred from all pardons but rather had them on record although they did not mention any of the names on the radio after the Emperor had finished speaking from his manor in Nephi. Some Communist leaders had already publically defected by signing the Tavern Oath including Sarah Arkala (leader of the Women's Revolutionary League) who had not only signed the Oath but fled from Myakka as a refugee. Many people around Myakka celebrated after hearing the address by parading in the streets while carrying around portraits of Gaspard XIX and his wife and old monarchist banners while tearing down Communist signs. They did not know that the Regency had been told that Gaspard XX would soon be arriving in Myakka nor did they know that a massive army was preparing to march on Marianopolis. Communist soldiers were giving out stiff resistance but in many times their stiff resistance failed in the face of overwhelming numbers. Their leaders were in disarray but they continued to fight although many deserted after hearing about the pardon in store for them from His Majesty's Government.

As night fell over the city of Marianopolis, Elizabeth and her parents listened to the radio address from the Emperor with interest. Elizabeth had seen, from time to time, Gaspard XX when he was but the heir to the throne who accompanied his father on royal visits and she could remember the days when her father would put her on his shoulders so she could see the Imperial carriage go past the crowds on the streets. That was when she was much younger but she could still remember those days with delight. Elizabeth's father looked as if he had done something great by listening to the Emperor-in-Exile speak and immediately he began saying patriotic slogans such as God Save the Emperor which Elizabeth had heard whenever the old Emperor was seen. Elizabeth's mother would just smile and watch her husband while holding her daughter close to her; hoping that Gaspard the Twentieth could help bring about the return to peace. In celebration, Elizabeth's father decided he'd pull Elizabeth out of school and make it look like she was sick. "Don't worry, Elizabeth, they won't try to hunt you down."

Elizabeth just giggled and rushed off to her bedroom where, after changing into her nightgown, she opened up her diary and began writing about the radio address.

"....When I had heard the radio address, I did not feel anything different about myself nor about the address although I am hopeful that it will help fuel the drive for peace because I really am tired of hearing about the chaos that still affects our nation. My father was very happy to hear the address although I think my mother is really just like me in regards to it. I don't know what will happen now and I wonder if Gaspard will really return to Myakka. If he does, I'd like to see him but it depends on what Fortune has in store. He could be killed, he could be forced back to Lamoni, he could be coronated. If he is coronated, then I think I would like to see it. It's not every day that you'd get to see someone being crowned as a monarch!"

She closed the diary and looked out the window to see that there were people marching in the streets with banners and signs in support of the radio address and she smiled as she watched the little torchlight procession before getting under the covers of her bed and falling asleep. Minutes later, she heard loud bangs which drew her up swiftly from the bed. She ran to the window to see the people who she saw marching being shot at by Communist soldiers and many people were looking out their windows and screaming. Elizabeth ran to find her parents looking out; her mother was horrified but her father looked emotionless. She felt horrified like her mother as she saw the blood flow in the streets and the people not running but charging at the Communists with ruthless fury. They had, in the words of one neighbor, been fed up with the rule of traitors. Running down to the streets despite her parents' protests, Elizabeth noticed the young man she had met before struggling to get away from Communists. She picked up some rocks and threw them at the men before getting the young man into the safety of her house with her horrified parents looking upon her angrily but then with pride when they noticed how she saved the young man. Eventually the shooting stopped with both sides dispersing with their wounded. The young man looked at Elizabeth with a smile as she helped him towards a makeshift mattress. With a smile, the young man looked at the parents. "Your daughter is my savior again. You've raised a fine child."

Elizabeth's parents smiled and patted their daughter on the head affectionately before the young man began to talk about the riot outside. "The Communists must have heard the radio address like we did. I only took part to help out with my friends who are ardent Monarchists and although I felt like something could or even would go wrong, I felt like I had to help my friends. The Communists came at us with machine guns but we ran at them like rabid dogs and I was surprised to see Elizabeth there when she saved me, yet again, from the Reds. I could feel the blood coming down from my wounds and I saw the corpses of my friends and I felt weak and saddened."

Elizabeth's father smirked. "You have done nothing but stood up for your beliefs as many men and women have since this whole pitiful story of our history began and I find it admirable that you have done so. The Communists are merely oligarchs and this is true in every Communist nation. If there is no classes then there is still the current of materialism within the Party's ranks. My friend, you are welcome all the time in our household and you may stay here for the night."

Elizabeth's mother gave the man some food and smiled. "I'm just proud that my daughter has done good work in saving you from the Reds. I'm glad to have her as my special little girl."

The young man smiled. "My name is Joseph, by the way, and I'm really just an average student. I am glad to be here in the company of goodhearted people and in the presence of the young lady who has saved me from probable death."

After a while, everyone went to sleep. Tomorrow would be a new day.

OOC: This post is just the emergence of the Government in Exile in the affairs of the Counter-Revolution. Gaspard XX of Myakka shall soon be returning to Myakka in an attempt to gain the throne. I added in the massacre out of an interest to continue the sidestory I had in mind.

"Smuggled?" asked Alec as he turned to the others. "Bloody hell! It was a fire fight and we had to fight our way in and out just to get your Emperess outta there!"

Phoneix listened to the girls conversation as everyone was starting to get to him. His horns were pointing up as he turned to face her.

"I'm not of this world and if you don't mind, I don't like all of the questions," replied Phoneix.

Rathma's PDA went off as he left the table for a moment as he answered the call. It was a message from Admiral Tzu about a quick end to the war if they could assassinate the enemy leader. Rathma sighed as he wondered how the other boys were going to take before another part of the message came through. They were going to leave tomorrow but Rathma was to choose a handful of the best Assassin's he could find.

He returned back to the table as his four toed feet pattered against the floor. He picked up his ginger beer as he quietly sipped it.

Smuggled?" asked Alec as he turned to the others. "Bloody hell! It was a fire fight and we had to fight our way in and out just to get your Emperess outta there!"

"We are just happy that you were able to get her out of there! May prosperity always be with you!"

Phoneix listened to the girls conversation as everyone was starting to get to him. His horns were pointing up as he turned to face her.

"I'm not of this world and if you don't mind, I don't like all of the questions," replied Phoneix.

"I do hope that I have not offended you, Phoenix, but I have then I apologize. I do hope you can at least me something about yourself."

Rathma's PDA went off as he left the table for a moment as he answered the call. It was a message from Admiral Tzu about a quick end to the war if they could assassinate the enemy leader. Rathma sighed as he wondered how the other boys were going to take before another part of the message came through. They were going to leave tomorrow but Rathma was to choose a handful of the best Assassin's he could find.

OOC: The Communist leader, Millone, was already assassinated in the first post of this thread.

He returned back to the table as his four toed feet pattered against the floor. He picked up his ginger beer as he quietly sipped it.

"Will you need any more ginger beer?"

In the morning

Rathma and the other three men walked outside as the sight of a Spider Walker had entered the port city. Phoneix looked up as he waved to the minator's onboard the spider as it turned around and went back to the landing craft it came from. Alec and Joshua peered around as he noticed attention was being drawn to themselves. In fact it wasn't them at all but a man clothed in white light armour plating. It was another half cyborg similar to Rathma but he was a higher ranking offical.

"Rathma," smiled the admiral as he came over to him. "How's the ginger beer here?"

"The beer is good little brother," smiled Rathma. "It seems you bought yourself the first VATO Armada,"

"Doesn't matter we're off to the City Hall to see their commander and the mayor,"

"Well, have fun with politics Tzu and I'll see you when you get back," smiled Rathma.

Port Hope's City Hall was a simple structure built in the style of Neoclassical architecture that had soldiers guarding the front doors while people were walking past it as they made their way home from parties. The city hall contained Mayor Kalashe and Lieutenant Zarpat who were responsible for the maintenance and reconstruction of the city so that people would not have to deal with diseases and other problems. When Tzu was seen approaching the doors, the soldiers who were guarding it stopped him with one of them asking for his name and reason of being here. "We cannot let you pass until you have given us the information."

"Well," started Tzu as four Vamperial Knights joined him. "I'm the Vamperial Sky Admiral of VATO Forces in the area. Now, I've come to see your leader!"

OOC: Vamperial Alliance Treaty Organisation = VATO

"Well," started Tzu as four Vamperial Knights joined him. "I'm the Vamperial Sky Admiral of VATO Forces in the area. Now, I've come to see your leader!"

OOC: Vamperial Alliance Treaty Organisation = VATO

OOC: Last post for the night. :D

Tzu was allowed after a brief moment to enter the building but he was told that he would be escorted to the office of the Mayor who had been chosen to keep a hold on the people until stability was restored. Her name was Thomasina Kalashe (http://www.durfee.net/startrek/images/Dax.jpg) and she was dressed in a business suit while a rugged and muscular man referred to as Lieutenant Zarpat stood next to her with a stoic look upon his face in contrast to the Mayor's smile. "I am Thomasina Kalashe, Mayor of Port Hope and this is Lieutenant Zarpat who is responsible for the soldiers here. Who are you and what do you require?"

Thomasina smiled at Tzu and bade him to tell her whatever was on his mind. Sure, she did not know if she'd be the Mayor after the Restoration, but at least she could try to keep the city intact for whoever, if anyone, took over afterwards. "You can call me Ms. Kalashe, sir."

from the night sky four forms drop in by High Altitude Low Opening Parachuting,an land in a open ground far from any building or people

"form phor" said one once all four taken off their Parachute and picked up the gear they be carrying

OOC hold it right there it not for you to say what Myakka troops do or go off on your own and start a fire fight

OOC:I didn't say they did anything. All airbases have some security, but because of the civil war, the logical thing to do would be to have a small garrison at every airfeild. BTW, I was the one that started the firefight, not the guard. Also, one man. What's going to be a problem with one man shot at? I did not say he was killed either....

Also, Myakka, would you please respond to my last post? I cannot do anything until you respond, saying what the communists do. I currently have five light tanks, and about 500 troops in the area, with the rest in a holding pattern far from the airbase. The troops landed by glider, and once they have secured a suitable area, the rest will be called in, and chuted down. Once an airstrip is secured the plan is for the C-43s to then land, offload the medium tanks, the APCs, and the MBTs. The planes will then take off, and try to make it home. They will then return with a large amount of weapons for the revolutionaries. The small navy I sent also is carrying arms for your forces.

ooc Daiwiz for the fact you not let Myakka have time do any thing is just godmodding

Foreign Ministry of the Free Republic of Lamoni

To: Lucian Paras, Myakka
From: Tanya Ley, Foreign Minister, Lamoni

Mr. Paras,

While we are housing Myakkan refugees and the Myakkan King, we have decided to back your forces with weapons. Below is a list of the weapons that we are willing to provide your forces:

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http://z4.invisionfree.com/NSDraftroom/index.php?showtopic=4169
http://z4.invisionfree.com/NSDraftroom/index.php?showtopic=4168
http://z4.invisionfree.com/NSDraftroom/index.php?showtopic=4129
http://z4.invisionfree.com/NSDraftroom/index.php?showtopic=3908
http://z4.invisionfree.com/NSDraftroom/index.php?showtopic=4046
http://z4.invisionfree.com/NSDraftroom/index.php?showtopic=3837

A decision on the use of Lamonian troops in your war to retake Myakka has not yet been rendered, but rest assured that such a descision will take place soon. It is our hope that these weapons in the hands of your forces will significantly shorten the duration of the Myakkan Civil war.

The city of Fort Sabrina had long been regarded as one of Myakka's most famous cities due specifically to the courage of the Mioyan-Myakkan stragglers who had continued to hold out in the city despite repeated Red attempts at seizing control from the self declared government of the Free City of Fort Sabrina led by Adam Yarayan who led the government while trusting the Mioyans fully with providing defense. Life in the Free City was relatively calm with some Myakkan women even spending time, per se, with the Mioyans which was met with some hostility by racialists and indifference by the Yarayanist Government who was too busy dealing with the Restoration to care who was spreading their legs for whom. Adam Yarayan and his staff all signed the Tavern Oath but were unable to get any assistance from the Restorationists for a long time due to distance and blockades but this situation provoked a Restoration army led by Colonel George Haryana to march towards the Free City with the mission of annexing the Free City as a part of the Second Myakkan Empire which the Regency and Government-in-Exile decided to call the new post-Communist Myakka. When news came that it would take one or two days for Haryana's army to arrive in full force, Adam Yarayan convened a meeting with his staff and the Mioyan leaders in which he wanted to discuss the impending arrival of the Restorationists. Dressed in a simple suit, Adam Yarayan looked rather emotionless as he spoke. "We shall open the gates of the Free City to the Restorationists and use them to eradicate the last vestiges of the Communist Resistance."

Adam looked at the Mioyans and smiled. "Do our Mioyan brothers-in-arms have any thoughts about the impending arrival of the Restorationists?"

OOC:I gave him time....He even asked me wether I wanted to be attacked...I said: I wanted to surprise the forces, and he had no problem. READ THE FING POSTS!

I had the forces continue to move forward, and one of my guys got trigger happy. HOW THE FUCK IS THAT FUCKING GODMOD!

Myakka, does your communist leadership control any navy, that they would use against me?

OOC: Daiwiz, here is a post relevant to your soldiers. I'll go along with your firefight.

IC:
The Communist soldier fell to the ground after being shot by the unknown enemies but this death was only answered by his comrades firing relentlessly upon the men of Daiwiz from their machine gun nests which were cleverly hidden so that it would be a challenge to find and eliminate them. The commissar shouted orders to make sure some enemies were alive for interrogations and with a smile he watched with delight as the enemies were fired upon. The Communists fired ruthlessly upon the foreigners in the hopes of killing them and learning about their mission.

Myakka, does your communist leadership control any navy, that they would use against me?

OOC: Possibly but it may not be used against you.

'village head but be on your feet,this could be a trap"said the soldier at the front of the group just yard from the village

'sir'said the other

"i'am only picking up small movement of the night watch'

"thanks" said the first voice as the men move forward by using cover an covering one another back till they go toa old run down house

"Jim you go take someone and bring them back here"
"sir"said Jim then gose off to the village to knock someone out and bring back

'village head but be on your feet,this could be a trap"said the soldier at the front of the group just yard from the village

'sir'said the other

"i'am only picking up small movement of the night watch'

"thanks" said the first voice as the men move forward by using cover an covering one another back till they go toa old run down house

"Jim you go take someone and bring them back here"
"sir"said Jim then gose off to the village to knock someone out and bring back

The house that Jim had found was the house of one of the families who had lived in the village for many years and it looked quite small and modest with a small little garden obviously well cared for. When he knocked on the door, the door opened after a few minutes for him to see that a young girl had opened the door and was asking calmly who was at the door at this time and hour at night. She felt a little cold since she was only in her nightgown while the winds blew against her. "Who's there? Is it one of those night watchmen?"

She looked to see Jim looking at her and she studied him with curiosity since she had never seen him before around the village. "Are you a wandering boy? Do you need anything?"

The girl brushed back her medium length hair with her dainty hand and smiled. "If you don't need anything then I'm going to close the door but I wish you the best in whatever you are going to do."

The house that Jim had found was the house of one of the families who had lived in the village for many years and it looked quite small and modest with a small little garden obviously well cared for. When he knocked on the door, the door opened after a few minutes for him to see that a young girl had opened the door and was asking calmly who was at the door at this time and hour at night. She felt a little cold since she was only in her nightgown while the winds blew against her. "Who's there? Is it one of those night watchmen?"

She looked to see Jim looking at her and she studied him with curiosity since she had never seen him before around the village. "Are you a wandering boy? Do you need anything?"

The girl brushed back her medium length hair with her dainty hand and smiled. "If you don't need anything then I'm going to close the door but I wish you the best in whatever you are going to do."

"yur you could came with me of your own free will and answer a question or i can take you over my shoulder"said Jim as he place his foot next to the door to stop it from closing

"yur you could came with me of your own free will and answer a question or i can take you over my shoulder"said Jim as he place his foot next to the door to stop it from closing

"I will not come with you and if you dare try to take me away then I shall scream so loudly that the entire village shall hear it...then you'll be sorry that you ever tried anything or even made the threat!"

The girl put her hands on her hips and glared at him. "I won't come with you. I shall not."

"I will not come with you and if you dare try to take me away then I shall scream so loudly that the entire village shall hear it...then you'll be sorry that you ever tried anything or even made the threat!"

The girl put her hands on her hips and glared at him. "I won't come with you. I shall not."

"great it has to be the hard way" Jim said as he move behind her and place a rag over her mouth that had Chloroform on it


sometime later he had her back at the house tyed up in a chair

"how it go"ask someone
"bitch bite when i had my hand over her mouth" said Jim

"great it has to be the hard way" Jim said as he mover behind her and place a rag over her mouth that had Chloroform on it


sometime later he had her back at the house tyed up in a chair

"how it go"ask someone
"bitch bite when i had my hand over her mouth" said Jim

The girl struggled when Jim tried to put chloroform on her mouth but in the end the effects of the chloroform caused her to pass out and fall onto the ground. When she awoke after a while, she found that she was tied up in a chair and she heard Jim's voice along with the voices of others. "Where....am I?"

She looked around and when she was fully alert, the girl glared and demanded that she be released without harm. "Why am I here? Let me go home at once!"

The girl struggled when Jim tried to put chloroform on her mouth but in the end the effects of the chloroform caused her to pass out and fall onto the ground. When she awoke after a while, she found that she was tied up in a chair and she heard Jim's voice along with the voices of others. "Where....am I?"

She looked around and when she was fully alert, the girl glared and demanded that she be released without harm. "Why am I here? Let me go home at once!"

"oh shut and stop bitching if you just came with you would not be tried up and back in bed by now" Jim said

"zip" said a voice from the dark

"now young lady we want to know this village name and who control it under"said another from the dark as Jim who was the only one she could see ,pull out his combat knife

"oh shut and stop bitching if you just came with you would not be tried up and back in bed by now" Jim said

"zip" said a voice from the dark

"now young lady we want to know this village name and who control it under"said another from the dark as Jim who was the only one she could see ,pull out his combat knife

"The name of the village is Sarakel and it is controlled by Monarchist militia who captured it several days ago. Now....will you please let me go? I do not wish to speak any further to brutes like you."

The girl looked at the knife and became nervous inwardly but outwardly she looked like a calm young girl. The knife did not appear to cause her to become fearful of Jim whom she treated as being a mere bandit. "Who are you people anyway? Are you here in support of the Monarchists or are you here in support of the Reds?"

"The name of the village is Sarakel and it is controlled by Monarchist militia who captured it several days ago. Now....will you please let me go? I do not wish to speak any further to brutes like you."

The girl looked at the knife and became nervous inwardly but outwardly she looked like a calm young girl. The knife did not appear to cause her to become fearful of Jim whom she treated as being a mere bandit. "Who are you people anyway? Are you here in support of the Monarchists or are you here in support of the Reds?"

"harventh ilta noa"said a Voice

"ush'akal" Jim said then cut the ropes an then step out of lamp light

"we here just to blow shit up mainly the red's shit and who we are well that not for you to know"

"Private walk her back,we don't know what around"

"ush'akal" Jim said as he steps forward

"harventh ilta noa"said a Voice

"ush'akal" Jim said then cut the ropes an then step out of lamp light

"we here just to blow shit up mainly the red's shit and who we are well that not for you to know"

"Private walk her back,we don't know what around"

"ush'akal" Jim said as he steps forward

The girl glared at Jim. "I would prefer to walk myself home. I don't want to associate with you people. Farewell and may you be careful in the days to come."

She walked out of the house and began to walk towards her home so she could get inside without her parents knowing she was gone. "That boy....he's a brute....just an ordinary brute."

The Communist soldier fell to the ground after being shot by the unknown enemies but this death was only answered by his comrades firing relentlessly upon the men of Daiwiz from their machine gun nests which were cleverly hidden so that it would be a challenge to find and eliminate them. The commissar shouted orders to make sure some enemies were alive for interrogations and with a smile he watched with delight as the enemies were fired upon. The Communists fired ruthlessly upon the foreigners in the hopes of killing them and learning about their mission.

As the communist soldier fell to the ground, the ear shattering whine of machineguns began to be heard, shattering the quiet. Bullets zwipped, and zwoomped, into trees, and dirt. A soldier nearby Schraen tried to toss out a smoke grenade, but was gunned down, blood spitting from his
mouth. He fell down upon the log, a limp corpse. He was 19.

"Machineguns! In the windows! Pop smoke, and get some grenades in there!!" Screamed out a sergeant, as he fired off a burst from his AK-113. Bullets quickly ricoched around him, thunking into the tree he ducked behind. All around, soldiers were being gunned down. Many by machineguns, others by simple auto-rifles. It was a failed drop so far.

Schraen quickly stuck his gun up over the log, and fired wildly in the general direction of the machineguns. It seemed nothing they could do would stop this massacre, when suddenly, diesel engines were heard. A dark, forboding shape emerged from the inner reaches of the dark, foreboding forest. The deafening roar of a tank gun was heard, cutting through the sounds of machine gun, and small arms fire. A T-11 Light tank began to emerge from the forest, as machine gun shells rebounded off its armor. It began to fire back with its own machine gun, and 152mm main gun. The sudden high pitched shreek of a TOW missile was heard, as it shot from the tanks secondary gun. It streaked towards its target, intent on destruction.

A PanzerFaust squad began to inch forward, as they took aim. The single soldier within the squad with a BunkerFaust took his shot. The whining of the rocket came to life, as it sped out of its tube, with a loud FWOOMP as the exhaust was expelled out the rear. He quickly tossed it away, as the small warhead sped away, covered in the speacial anti-infantry cover.

All around this small front, small infantry units were making some headway. They were popping smoke, and moving forward, inch by inch. The handful of tanks were providing immense cover for the infantry, while providing support fire as well. Now all they needed, was for the artillery, and mortars to be set up.

OOC:If you don't mind me setting the scene, it's a dense forest, and my forces are about 8-12 meters from the very edges. I only have 10 artillery peices, and 40 mortars. I have about 300 men on the ground, and 5 tanks. Sorry for constantly being a pain in the ass about you responding to me. I just don't want to be called a Modder.

OOC: Last post for the night. :D

Tzu was allowed after a brief moment to enter the building but he was told that he would be escorted to the office of the Mayor who had been chosen to keep a hold on the people until stability was restored. Her name was Thomasina Kalashe (http://www.durfee.net/startrek/images/Dax.jpg) and she was dressed in a business suit while a rugged and muscular man referred to as Lieutenant Zarpat stood next to her with a stoic look upon his face in contrast to the Mayor's smile. "I am Thomasina Kalashe, Mayor of Port Hope and this is Lieutenant Zarpat who is responsible for the soldiers here. Who are you and what do you require?"

Thomasina smiled at Tzu and bade him to tell her whatever was on his mind. Sure, she did not know if she'd be the Mayor after the Restoration, but at least she could try to keep the city intact for whoever, if anyone, took over afterwards. "You can call me Ms. Kalashe, sir."


Tzu quietly looked around as he noticed the Lieutenant and the Mayor of the City.

"I am Vamperial Sky Admiral Tzu of all VATO Forces that are stationed here at Myakka," Tzu took out his flask as he took a shot of blood from the flask before putting it in his side belt. "I was hopping I could find out excatly how far you've gone into Myakka,"

OOC: Myakka, what's your response to my post?

Tzu quietly looked around as he noticed the Lieutenant and the Mayor of the City.

"I am Vamperial Sky Admiral Tzu of all VATO Forces that are stationed here at Myakka," Tzu took out his flask as he took a shot of blood from the flask before putting it in his side belt. "I was hopping I could find out excatly how far you've gone into Myakka,"

"I could have sworn I saw him drinking blood....."

Since Tzu's question was referring to the duties of the Lieutenant, it was Lieutenant Zarpat who was going to answer it with a smile on his face and his hands in his pockets. "We have gone quite far into Myakka but we still don't have the capital yet. There are still millions of people bound by the shackles of Communist tyranny. We still march day by day and we are ever nearing our goal. Anything else?"

"So we go for the capital," started Tzu as he took another gulp from his flask. "It sounds fairly straight forward at the moment. Where is the head of Myakka Loyalist Forces stationed?"

"So we go for the capital," started Tzu as he took another gulp from his flask. "It sounds fairly straight forward at the moment. Where is the head of Myakka Loyalist Forces stationed?"

"The head is stationed in the city of Saranopolis but that is a long way from here. I can arrange for an escort to take you there if that is what you want."

The Mayor, out of the blue, put her bare legs onto the desk with a smile while she listened silently to the Lieutenant discuss business with Tzu. She was able to cover up her skirt so her visitor would not try to look up it lest he get a quick slap on the face. However, it looked like she was trying to make him attracted to her even though she did not even consider that at all. "I think that you could stay here for the night in Port Hope, Tzu." Mayor Kalashe said with a smile as she adjusted her blouse. "It's easy for you to get a room in an inn or somewhere and the escort would take you to Saranopolis in the morning. Besides, I think I'll be going home myself soon. After all, I want to be energetic on the morning because I forsee myself being mayor for a long time."

After some time had passed, Mayor Kalashe got off of her chair and began walking towards the door in a sort of seductive stride that she did not even know she was doing and it was as if she was unconciously trying to seduce Tzu or at least someone. The Mayor turned around and smiled. "It was nice to meet you, Tzu, and perhaps we shall meet again in the future. If you need me, the Lieutenant can give you my contact information although I doubt you'd need to talk to me again. Good night and be safe."

The Lieutenant, meanwhile, had been writing up some contact information on a piece of paper for Tzu and he handed it to him immediately after the Mayor left the office. "Here's her information. Feel free to take it."

OOC:I know you are trying to go with a couple RPs, but could you respond to my post? I currently have 42 soldiers dead, I now have 5 tanks at the front lines, recoilless guns, etc. The artillery is not yet set up, but the mortars are. I'm exhausted/tired right now, so I will write this later.

The girl glared at Jim. "I would prefer to walk myself home. I don't want to associate with you people. Farewell and may you be careful in the days to come."

She walked out of the house and began to walk towards her home so she could get inside without her parents knowing she was gone. "That boy....he's a brute....just an ordinary brute."

unknown to her Jim was following his orders and was following her any how

"Vith"

The girl had noticed that Jim was following her and this really made her irritated because she had thought of him as being a mere brute with no sense of decency towards women. She turned around with a glare and shouted at him to stop following lest she alert the village authorities that he was a bandit along with his comrades. Once that outburst was finished, the girl walked away from Jim in a sort of speedwalking and looked for where her home was. She did not know that a bandit was in the trees with his eyes lustily looking at her; he was one of those many bandits who were able to use the civil war as an excuse to avoid capture and avoid obeying the code of laws. The girl, only in her nightgown, was quite appealing to this perverted soul so he stealthily moved around to find a good place from which to jump at her and he found one in about several minutes. As the girl walked towards her home whilst thinking that no one was following her, the bandit jumped out in front of her and began trying to drag her into the nearby woods while occassionally committing vile offences. The girl screamed and struggled to get away from the bandit but he kept holding her down and was too strong for the usually confident village girl. "Stop! You brutes are all the same! Stop!"

The bandit began punching the girl in an attempt to stop her from screaming and she felt like the world was crashing down all around her as she tried her best to raise public awareness of her plight. "Help! Someone! Please help me!" She kicked the man in the gut and threw herself at a piece of bulding which she held for her life as he tried to drag her into the woods. She lost her grip and felt her legs faintly touching the grass and leaves. Was she about to die? If she was about to die then she silently thought to herself that it was that boy who took her from her house to blame. Sure, she could blame herself a bit but it was mostly his fault in her mind. Damn him, she thought, damn him as she began to lose hope.

The girl had noticed that Jim was following her and this really made her irritated because she had thought of him as being a mere brute with no sense of decency towards women. She turned around with a glare and shouted at him to stop following lest she alert the village authorities that he was a bandit along with his comrades. Once that outburst was finished, the girl walked away from Jim in a sort of speedwalking and looked for where her home was. She did not know that a bandit was in the trees with his eyes lustily looking at her; he was one of those many bandits who were able to use the civil war as an excuse to avoid capture and avoid obeying the code of laws. The girl, only in her nightgown, was quite appealing to this perverted soul so he stealthily moved around to find a good place from which to jump at her and he found one in about several minutes. As the girl walked towards her home whilst thinking that no one was following her, the bandit jumped out in front of her and began trying to drag her into the nearby woods while occassionally committing vile offences. The girl screamed and struggled to get away from the bandit but he kept holding her down and was too strong for the usually confident village girl. "Stop! You brutes are all the same! Stop!"

The bandit began punching the girl in an attempt to stop her from screaming and she felt like the world was crashing down all around her as she tried her best to raise public awareness of her plight. "Help! Someone! Please help me!" She kicked the man in the gut and threw herself at a piece of bulding which she held for her life as he tried to drag her into the woods. She lost her grip and felt her legs faintly touching the grass and leaves. Was she about to die? If she was about to die then she silently thought to herself that it was that boy who took her from her house to blame. Sure, she could blame herself a bit but it was mostly his fault in her mind. Damn him, she thought, damn him as she began to lose hope.

Jim looks into his scope and just pulled his Rilfe trigger unlessing M663 7.62mm, Armor Piercing rounds to rip apart the bandit

"contact we have reds" Jim radios as he fires as he get return Fire (http://www.partnersinrhyme.com/soundfx/fight_sounds/fight_gun-fight-richochets_wav.html) from the bandit comrades
"copy gold four "

"Vith" Jim said as bullet hit the rock next to him sending bits of it into the side of his face

Jim fixed his sword bayonet onto his rifle,got up an ran at them firing as he goes, till he ram his bayonet with enough that he lifted the man off his feet

"shu' Jim say before throwing the man off the blade and turning his attraction in dealing with the others

as the girl watch she would spot Jim glowing Yellow as he smashed a skull in with his rifle butt

Tzu looked at the mayor then back at the lieutenant. He waited for a moment as she left the room and didn't turned the heads of his Vamperial Knights. He turned to the lieutenant for a moment.

"She was a bit strange," started Tzu. "Anyhow, most of the men are ready to go, so we'll go north and spread out. I'll leave a detachment of 40 men, four tanks, 1 APC and a handful of aircraft as well as the bulk of the aerial armada behind here. My men will build their barracks on the outskirts of this port town," finished Tzu. "I'll fly myself over to your commander. Is it possible you could inform him I'm coming?"

Tzu looked at the mayor then back at the lieutenant. He waited for a moment as she left the room and didn't turned the heads of his Vamperial Knights. He turned to the lieutenant for a moment.

"She was a bit strange," started Tzu. "Anyhow, most of the men are ready to go, so we'll go north and spread out. I'll leave a detachment of 40 men, four tanks, 1 APC and a handful of aircraft as well as the bulk of the aerial armada behind here. My men will build their barracks on the outskirts of this port town," finished Tzu. "I'll fly myself over to your commander. Is it possible you could inform him I'm coming?"

"I shall inform him once everything has been set in motion, Tzu, and I do think that we can handle ourselves well with the forty men you will leave us and don't mind the mayor, she's just a goodhearted woman who was just dragged into the office. The previous Mayor was well....a collaborator who was assassinated sometime before the Restoration began. When they looked at what was left of the pre-Communist city council, they found her and chose her to become the Mayor. She was going to resign from politics then but was dragged back in reluctantly."

The Lieutenant smiled. "We shall do well together, Tzu, and I hope this will be but the first of many successes in this campaign of ours to eradicate the Communists once and for all in my beloved Myakka. My headquarters is around the area if you need to stop by and I'm sure you can remember where Mayor Kalashe is if you need her...."

He walked out of the office and smiled as his bodyguards escorted him away to what was probably his dormant and waiting vehicle. The Mayor, meanwhile, could be seen talking to some of her associates with some giggling and gossiping involved. She may have not been the best woman that people had seen but she was a free spirit who tried her best to manage what was given to her; the throne of a collaborator who was killed and that which was given to her just as she was about to resign from politics until further notice.

"Vith" Jim said as bullet hit the rock next to him sending bits of it into the side of his face

Jim fixed his sword bayonet onto his rifle,got up an ran at them firing as he goes, till he ram his bayonet with enough that he lifted the man off his feet

"shu' Jim say before throwing the man off the blade

OOC: There are no others, Isa. The bandit was a loner.

Half naked and frightened out of her wits, the young girl rose from the ground with her hands to cover up her body modestly while she looked amazed and shocked upon the boy whom she hated but yet still came to save her from a man who would have left her corpse in a ditch. She could tell that the villagers and milita would be coming soon but she just stood there and looked at Jim and the corpse. "That was.....amazing.....I must thank you for your assistance. You are a noble savage, a kind brute."

The girl smiled before seeing herself and her savior surrounded by stern militiamen and concerned citizens including her own parents who rushed through the crowd to examine their child. While the mother was tightly embracing her special little girl, the father was kicking the corpse of the bandit and mutilating it while no one did anything to stop him. The girl's name, Ruth, was mentioned after a while. Ruth looked at the crowd and smiled. "Although this nameless boy here kidnapped me and tied me up to a chair and so forth, I must thank him for taking the time to save me. He's a noble savage, everyone, and I think we can trust him and his comrades up in the old farm house."

Ruth smiled at Jim whilst still covering her upper half with her hands and what was left of the gown. Although the father was hesistant to thank Jim, at first, he ended up doing so while his wife spoke to Jim: "Thank you for coming to my precious daughter and saving her from that bandit. I....cannot say anything else but that and that you are invited to stay at our house until further notice. Your friends, however, will have to stay somewhere else since we don't have room. It seems the sun is coming up soon so we can start on a hearty Myakkan breakfast for you."

Ruth led Jim into her family home and showed him around before she rushed upstairs to change into some new clothes while she grumbled about how one of her best gowns was destroyed. She put on a t-shirt and some jeans before taking her seat at the breakfast table; she had plans to go out today and was still determined to go out despite the possibility of bandits. She looked at Jim and smiled with her eyes locked upon him and her lips upon the rim of a glass of some liquid. "Tell me, my savior, what is your name? Where do you come from anyway? Do you want me to show you around?"

As the communist soldier fell to the ground, the ear shattering whine of machineguns began to be heard, shattering the quiet. Bullets zwipped, and zwoomped, into trees, and dirt. A soldier nearby Schraen tried to toss out a smoke grenade, but was gunned down, blood spitting from his
mouth. He fell down upon the log, a limp corpse. He was 19.

The Communists fired madly upon the enemy soldiers as if they were zombies or some other creatures and although some of them were killed, their deaths did little to negatively impact the morale of the Reds.

"Machineguns! In the windows! Pop smoke, and get some grenades in there!!" Screamed out a sergeant, as he fired off a burst from his AK-113. Bullets quickly ricoched around him, thunking into the tree he ducked behind. All around, soldiers were being gunned down. Many by machineguns, others by simple auto-rifles. It was a failed drop so far.

OOC: Windows in a forest?

Grenades blasted in the forest as the Reds tried their best to hold their ground by hiding themselves in the trees and the logs that were scattered all around them while using trees, as well, for cover. Some had even climbed trees and were using sniper rifles to pick off enemy soldiers. So far, they seemed to have the advantage of environment and defense.

Schraen quickly stuck his gun up over the log, and fired wildly in the general direction of the machineguns. It seemed nothing they could do would stop this massacre, when suddenly, diesel engines were heard. A dark, forboding shape emerged from the inner reaches of the dark, foreboding forest. The deafening roar of a tank gun was heard, cutting through the sounds of machine gun, and small arms fire. A T-11 Light tank began to emerge from the forest, as machine gun shells rebounded off its armor. It began to fire back with its own machine gun, and 152mm main gun. The sudden high pitched shreek of a TOW missile was heard, as it shot from the tanks secondary gun. It streaked towards its target, intent on destruction.

OOC: I thought Schraen was dead.....

The Communists were amazed to see a tank coming after them since they did not expect its arrival so they tried to find their stockpile of anti-tank guns which was not that much but expected to hold off the armored menaces approaching them. Many of the anti-tank crews were shot at but some of them, stragglers trying to be heroic, attempted to fire their ammo at the tank which was pelted relentlessly by mortars, anti tank guns and even bullets. It was the most dangerous thing out there really.

A PanzerFaust squad began to inch forward, as they took aim. The single soldier within the squad with a BunkerFaust took his shot. The whining of the rocket came to life, as it sped out of its tube, with a loud FWOOMP as the exhaust was expelled out the rear. He quickly tossed it away, as the small warhead sped away, covered in the speacial anti-infantry cover.

All around this small front, small infantry units were making some headway. They were popping smoke, and moving forward, inch by inch. The handful of tanks were providing immense cover for the infantry, while providing support fire as well. Now all they needed, was for the artillery, and mortars to be set up.

Despite the possibiliy that they may lose this bout, the Red soldiers fought relentless with a fanatical spirit similar to that which certain nations had in battle over the centuries in alternate universes. They continued to swarm the Daiwizians and bombard them with mortar volleys while anti-tank crews tried over and over again to attack the tank and destroy it before it could cause major problems.

OOC: There are no others, Isa. The bandit was a loner.

Half naked and frightened out of her wits, the young girl rose from the ground with her hands to cover up her body modestly while she looked amazed and shocked upon the boy whom she hated but yet still came to save her from a man who would have left her corpse in a ditch. She could tell that the villagers and milita would be coming soon but she just stood there and looked at Jim and the corpse. "That was.....amazing.....I must thank you for your assistance. You are a noble savage, a kind brute."

The girl smiled before seeing herself and her savior surrounded by stern militiamen and concerned citizens including her own parents who rushed through the crowd to examine their child. While the mother was tightly embracing her special little girl, the father was kicking the corpse of the bandit and mutilating it while no one did anything to stop him. The girl's name, Ruth, was mentioned after a while. Ruth looked at the crowd and smiled. "Although this nameless boy here kidnapped me and tied me up to a chair and so forth, I must thank him for taking the time to save me. He's a noble savage, everyone, and I think we can trust him and his comrades up in the old farm house."

Ruth smiled at Jim whilst still covering her upper half with her hands and what was left of the gown. Although the father was hesistant to thank Jim, at first, he ended up doing so while his wife spoke to Jim: "Thank you for coming to my precious daughter and saving her from that bandit. I....cannot say anything else but that and that you are invited to stay at our house until further notice. Your friends, however, will have to stay somewhere else since we don't have room. It seems the sun is coming up soon so we can start on a hearty Myakkan breakfast for you."

Ruth led Jim into her family home and showed him around before she rushed upstairs to change into some new clothes while she grumbled about how one of her best gowns was destroyed. She put on a t-shirt and some jeans before taking her seat at the breakfast table; she had plans to go out today and was still determined to go out despite the possibility of bandits. She looked at Jim and smiled with her eyes locked upon him and her lips upon the rim of a glass of some liquid. "Tell me, my savior, what is your name? Where do you come from anyway? Do you want me to show you around?"

ooc others, was me thnking ahead and forseeing from the shooting and her yell,people would show up

IC

when Ruth was busy,Jim had radio back that all was ok an just finish his food when she asked him questions

"my name Jim and i'am from some where far away and your poeple about to see a C12 transport plane flying low over this village in three hours" Jim said as he looks her

"gu'e kyorl vel'bol dos telanth Jim"said a unseen voice
"dam right"said another

"i know what i'an doing so zip it you pair' Jim said to the voices,then looks back the family in front of him

"Are you hearing voices, Jim?"

Ruth smiled as she finished her breakfast and excused herself from the table while beckoning Jim to follow her so that she could show him around the village where she was raised since birth. The villagers looked stoic and content while stern militiamen patrolled the paths of the villages so as to make sure that everything was in order and that no bandits tried to attack. Ruth told Jim about every building that there was including the reopened churches and the market places. She looked as if she had forgotten her hatred of Jim as she kept on smiling at him. "The village is a relatively quiet place and I love living here although I don't mind visiting the cities when peace is one day restored."

The market place was opened with fresh supplies of fruits, meats and all sorts of delicacies and people were rushing to purchase some items while having themselves bouts of laughter since they were all glad that the Communists were gone at last. "Would you like to purchase anything, Jim?"

"Are you hearing voices, Jim?"
"no just talking to my two AVIs,who were talking to me over my helmet com's" Jim said as he got up
Ruth smiled as she finished her breakfast and excused herself from the table while beckoning Jim to follow her so that she could show him around the village where she was raised since birth. The villagers looked stoic and content while stern militiamen patrolled the paths of the villages so as to make sure that everything was in order and that no bandits tried to attack. Ruth told Jim about every building that there was including the reopened churches and the market places. She looked as if she had forgotten her hatred of Jim as she kept on smiling at him. "The village is a relatively quiet place and I love living here although I don't mind visiting the cities when peace is one day restored.."

"it's nice, i was rise in a border town where life hard" Jim say to her as she leads him around town

The market place was opened with fresh supplies of fruits, meats and all sorts of delicacies and people were rushing to purchase some items while having themselves bouts of laughter since they were all glad that the Communists were gone at last..

in the market place Jim could feel the looks from poeple ,who wonder who and where he was from
"Would you like to purchase anything, Jim?"

'no thank you" Jim said as he looked up at the sky as he hears the sound of the plane caming in

"there it is" Jim said just before it fly over the village casting it's shadow over it , to do a Low Altitude Parachute Extraction of a M21 War Hog and some boxs of ammo on a pallet

"hey i think you a good looker" Jim said as he smacks Ruth on her backside before runnig off to join his Fireteam at the dropzone

"was that smart"asked one of the AVIs
"may be,but hey we going behind the lines i may not see her again at less she know someone think she a looker and that only knowing her so only some hours" Jim say back to it

The city of Fort Sabrina had long been regarded as one of Myakka's most famous cities due specifically to the courage of the Mioyan-Myakkan stragglers who had continued to hold out in the city despite repeated Red attempts at seizing control from the self declared government of the Free City of Fort Sabrina led by Adam Yarayan who led the government while trusting the Mioyans fully with providing defense. Life in the Free City was relatively calm with some Myakkan women even spending time, per se, with the Mioyans which was met with some hostility by racialists and indifference by the Yarayanist Government who was too busy dealing with the Restoration to care who was spreading their legs for whom. Adam Yarayan and his staff all signed the Tavern Oath but were unable to get any assistance from the Restorationists for a long time due to distance and blockades but this situation provoked a Restoration army led by Colonel George Haryana to march towards the Free City with the mission of annexing the Free City as a part of the Second Myakkan Empire which the Regency and Government-in-Exile decided to call the new post-Communist Myakka. When news came that it would take one or two days for Haryana's army to arrive in full force, Adam Yarayan convened a meeting with his staff and the Mioyan leaders in which he wanted to discuss the impending arrival of the Restorationists. Dressed in a simple suit, Adam Yarayan looked rather emotionless as he spoke. "We shall open the gates of the Free City to the Restorationists and use them to eradicate the last vestiges of the Communist Resistance."

Adam looked at the Mioyans and smiled. "Do our Mioyan brothers-in-arms have any thoughts about the impending arrival of the Restorationists?"

IC:

Lieutenant-Colonel Mathew Courtenay had come to Myakka commanding a battalion and had fully expected to leave in the same way. Fate had not been so kind however, and he’d had to assume full command of the whole Expeditionary Force a month ago when the one in charge originally, Colonel Youta Ikari perished leading a counterattack against the Red invaders knocking on the Free City’s gates. Courtenay had not been there, instead leading his own men from a separate command post, but he was told Ikari, and his staff, had been in the direct path of the most serious breach in the defenses by Communists forces during most of the siege to date.

Faced with a large and rapidly approaching hostile force, Ikari and his HQ Company with him could have retreated back through the shattered buildings of the city, and lost the Red invaders in the ruins, but that would have let the enemy forces advance, nearly unopposed into at least that entire district of the City. Ikari hadn’t been prepared to let that happen on his watch, and had armed his staff, leading the entire HQ Company in a vicious assault on incoming Red forces which threw them back, though at a great cost. HQ Company lost an incredible 60% of its already reduced strength. Ikari and his second had both died leaving him the ranking man still alive, by rate and seniority.

He was the man who was handed the unfortunate duty of informing the men the ships that had been meant to carry them home could not get through.

He was the man who had given the orders to Commodore Gabriel Cody, commanding the naval forces on scene to attempt to breakout. They had managed to frighten away the Red naval forces, but it had needed several lives, including Cody’s own. Even so, the sacrifice had been worth it, and the odd cargo transport made it in every now and again.

He was also the man tasked with defending the self-styled Free City of Fort Sabrina, until his men could be fully pulled out.

He was still dressed in his NATO-style BDUs when Yarayan addressed him. His aid kept his combat equipment ready just outside the meeting.

“Sir,” he began, still not sure what title he should use. “I am pleased to know communism has been defeated in Myakka. It would seem the Restoration forces are doing well and the need for my soldiers and me to defend Fort Sabrina will soon be passed. With that we can leave. We can finally pack up and go back to our homes.”

“Make no mistake.” He smiled. “I have no problem with Myakka, save the big Red horde making trouble around here recently, but I want to go home, and my men want to go back home as well. Restoration forces are more than welcome here, in my eyes.”

He paused and looked down at the floor, rubbing his nose. Then he looked back up.

“I do hope someday to come back,” he said. “But as a tourist.”

"The Communists may have most likely been defeated in the vicinity of the Free City but we have not seen their total and undisputable defeat in the entire nation of Myakka for the Reds can still be found in the land. It is our hope that we can continue the fight even if this city is set free....well, it's my hope at least."

Yarayan looked upon the Mioyans and smiled with his hands tucked within his pockets as he paced the room with a stoic look upon his face while his eyes occassionally looked at the unfolded map that was on the table in the center of the room. The map of the Free City was detailed with all the positions of the Free City's armies, that is, its hastily mobilized bands of soldiers and the resisting Reds who were trying to hold their ground. Yarayan remembered the words of one of his associates who told him about when Communism first came into Myakka during the reigns of Emperors long dead and how the first Communists advocated a fanatical devotion to the Revolution and how no one really gave them any attention. Certain words were entrenched in the mind of Yarayan: "Don't you think we should have wiped them all out back then? If we did, don't you think we would not be in this chaos now?"

"I am sure that you and your brethren shall be welcomed in Myakka as tourists with open arms and in thanksgiving for all that your men have done for our sakes. It is a pleasure to work with men of your nature and it is my hope that we may one day tell our grandchildren of fanciful stories about these horrible days."

Adam smiled as he continued to pace the room after a brief halt at the table where the map was. He continued to look stoic and did not seem to show any emotion in his voice or facial expressions. It was as if emotion was an alien concept to him as it would be to androids who were not programmed with such knowledge. "The Free City must still deal with Red attacks albeit ones that are not as large and grand as those which we once dealt with before. There are still Communists that must be eliminated and there are still things that we must do to secure a future for Myakkan children. Courtenay, I think we will be seeing more action in the next couple of days and then we'll resign our roles in this little play to the servants of the Restoration. Once they arrive, I'll throw in the towel and bid them welcome as a loyal and faithful servant of His Majesty who reigns in exile."

Yarayan went back to his desk and smiled at the Mioyans. "We shall go on the offensive on the morrow, Courtenay, and bring death upon the last remnants of the knaves and curs who had sold their souls to treason. It is my hope that this offensive of ours shall take control of the situation once and for all and secure total peace in the Free City which is the only pre-Restoration stronghold left in all of Myakka. It is essential that we make them bite the dust, as the song goes, so that we may bask in the glories of total victory which he have fought so much for. Colonel Ikari, that bastion of courage, shall be avenged through our deeds....but before we proceed, I'd like your input."

"it's nice, i was rise in a border town where life hard" Jim say to her as she leads him around town

"I'm just a village girl....I've lived here my entire life and I foresee myself living here for more years to come."


'no thank you" Jim said as he looked up at the sky as he hears the sound of the plane caming in

"there it is" Jim said just before it fly over the village casting it's shadow over it , to do a Low Altitude Parachute Extraction of a M21 War Hog and some boxs of ammo on a pallet

"I am sure the village militiamen can take care of the plane's airdropped supplies."

"hey i think you a good looker" Jim said as he smacks Ruth on her backside before runnig off to join his Fireteam at the dropzone

"was that smart"asked one of the AVIs
"may be,but hey we going behind the lines i may not see her again at less she know someone think she a looker and that only knowing her so only some hours" Jim say back to it

OOC: The AVIs saw him do that?

Ruth was about to reply to Jim when she felt his hand upon her bottom which enraged her as she tried to grab onto Jim but he managed to flee from her as he ran to the dropzone. She simply grunted and continued to walk around the market; annoyed that Jim had smacked her.

"I shall inform him once everything has been set in motion, Tzu, and I do think that we can handle ourselves well with the forty men you will leave us and don't mind the mayor, she's just a goodhearted woman who was just dragged into the office. The previous Mayor was well....a collaborator who was assassinated sometime before the Restoration began. When they looked at what was left of the pre-Communist city council, they found her and chose her to become the Mayor. She was going to resign from politics then but was dragged back in reluctantly."

The Lieutenant smiled. "We shall do well together, Tzu, and I hope this will be but the first of many successes in this campaign of ours to eradicate the Communists once and for all in my beloved Myakka. My headquarters is around the area if you need to stop by and I'm sure you can remember where Mayor Kalashe is if you need her...."

He walked out of the office and smiled as his bodyguards escorted him away to what was probably his dormant and waiting vehicle. The Mayor, meanwhile, could be seen talking to some of her associates with some giggling and gossiping involved. She may have not been the best woman that people had seen but she was a free spirit who tried her best to manage what was given to her; the throne of a collaborator who was killed and that which was given to her just as she was about to resign from politics until further notice.

Tzu looked at the Vamperial Knights with him as they walked outside. They walked down to the harbour as they watched a Blackhawk land nearby before a sea serpent rose from the depths of the ocean and looked down on Tzu.

"Morning commander," it started as it goldern eyes flared up.

"Sea Serpent, I want you to take your...packs and the giant squids and go hunting enemy warships," ordered Tzu. "Don't harm any netural ships or medical ships but you can sink the transport ships,"

"Glory to the Fungi," hissed the Sea Serpent as it started to draw attention to itself before it vanishes into the depths of the ocean.

Tzu turned around as he noticed other civilians had noticed the Sea Serpent before it vanished into the ocean. He boarded the nearby Blackhawk as 40 Crack Regulars stayed behind to protect the city.

The Hunt begins

The Sea Serpents and the Giant Squids plauged the ocean depths as they went out to hunt any unexpecting enemy warships. They ate the nearby sharks to set an example to the other sharks as they started to find a nearby group of warships.

"(Spread out,)," started the Sea Serpent. "(Find your target and prepare to bring them into the waters),"

OOC:Sorry for taking awhile. I thoguht your troops were hiding out in the airfeild....That changes everything lol. Also, it was a soldier near Schraen that was killed, not Schraen himself. Be careful with your ship destroying! I have ships out there to!

IC:
Explosive rounds, and AP rounds began to impact all around the single tank. Suddenly, a mortar round impacted on the commanders hatch, rending the metal, and disintegrating the crew within. Ammaisingly, the ammunition within did not detonate, and so a soldier sprinted towards the tank. He jumped into it, and moved the remains of the gunner out of the seat. He grabbed ahold of the MG7, a began to spray the attacking Reds. A sniper bullet pinged off the hatch, and so he began to spray the teetops, being rewarded with a body, or two falling out.
Suddenly, another engine could be heard, and another, and another, and another. Suddenly the other four tanks began to roll out of the deep recesses of the forest, taking up firing positions. They began to pelt the enemy forces with shells, and machinegun bullets alike. Bullets ricoched off the armor, and rounds began to land to either side of them. They carried on regardless, trampling over small trees, and logs alike. Rumbling along, like some kind of creature of old.

Schraen grabbed a grenade from his belt, and pulled the pin. Just as he lobbed it over the log, a Red soldier jumped over. Just as the soldier was about to stab him, Schraen fired a burst into the enemies head, which exploded like a melon. Now they just needed the artillery, and with that, a mortar round impacted within the enemy ranks. At first he thought the enemies mortars had just been unlucky, but suddenly more and more began to land, throwing up large clods of dirt. Suddenly, a round impacted on the top of one of th mighty trees, flinging an enemy sniper high into the sky, before falling back to the earth.
Suddenly, the enormous scream of a high velocity HE round speeding through the air was heard. The round impacted in the very center of the opponents ranks, creating an enormous hole within the ground. Enemy soldiers were tossed from the explosion like rag dolls, or were just vaporized. With the artillery, they could win this.

"I'm just a village girl....I've lived here my entire life and I foresee myself living here for more years to come."




"I am sure the village militiamen can take care of the plane's airdropped supplies."



OOC: The AVIs saw him do that?

Ruth was about to reply to Jim when she felt his hand upon her bottom which enraged her as she tried to grab onto Jim but he managed to flee from her as he ran to the dropzone. She simply grunted and continued to walk around the market; annoyed that Jim had smacked her.
ooc yes one did the AVI in the armour is linked to the Helmet that incorporates a Mico-tactical camera ,audio microphone, IFF transmitter and a receiver/transmitter system

IC
four days would pass before Ruth would next see Jim maning a M20 HGM/AT as the M21 War Hog a vehicle that no one in Myakka had seen before enter the village with it's armour holed by bullets ,blood across the body work of the M21 and man screaming which kept on once the M21 stops an .55 and 7.62mm Caliber spent cartridge roll out as a door open

"get a fucking doctor" yelled the soldier who got out

"Sea Serpent, I want you to take your...packs and the giant squids and go hunting enemy warships," ordered Tzu. "Don't harm any netural ships or medical ships but you can sink the transport ships,"

OOC: Transport ships? Doesn't that include refugee ships, etc?

OOC: transport ships include refugee ships and other civilian ships.

OOC: transport ships include refugee ships and other civilian ships.

OOC: So you just told your Sea Serpent to SINK refugee ships?! :eek:

"Don't harm any netural ships or medical ships but you can sink the transport ships,"

OOC: They're not to harm any of those including refugee ships. Read it!

ooc Lynion and Myakka just drop any thing to with ships all together and stop piss farting around with naval cambat and Keep your mind on the land fight

oh where my post back

Foreign Ministry of the Free Republic of Lamoni

To: Lucian Paras, Myakka
From: Tanya Ley, Foreign Minister, Lamoni

Mr. Paras,

While we are housing Myakkan refugees and the Myakkan King, we have decided to back your forces with weapons. Below is a list of the weapons that we are willing to provide your forces:

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http://z4.invisionfree.com/NSDraftroom/index.php?showtopic=3908
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http://z4.invisionfree.com/NSDraftroom/index.php?showtopic=3837

A decision on the use of Lamonian troops in your war to retake Myakka has not yet been rendered, but rest assured that such a descision will take place soon. It is our hope that these weapons in the hands of your forces will significantly shorten the duration of the Myakkan Civil war.

From: Lucian Paras, General, Regent For His Majesty, Gaspard the Twentieth of the Myakkan Empire
To: Ms. Tanya Ley of the Free Republic of Lamoni, Foreign Minister

Friend,

Forgive me for not responding to your message but I have been clogged down with matters of warfare. I must say that we are greatly thankful for any assistance that the Lamonian nation can provide us and thus we are thankful for all of the weapons you can send us especially the ones you mentioned in your letter to me. I must say that any assistance you can provide us is very much appreciated and hopefully we shall bask in the knowledge that we liberated Myakka from Communist tyranny.

Signed,
L. Paras

A special Communist Party meeting was hastily convened in the city of Leninopolis under the direction of the leaders of the various factions who were each trying to take control. Every Communist man and woman knew that many Party members had fled and possibly defected as well while the Restoration was ever approaching the capital with revenge written upon their hearts and with their hands tightly holding blood soaked swords. The Communists were holding up, at least for now, but some were pessimistic about the current state of affairs. Millone's appointed successor was a hardline general by the name of Mito Linchesek (who had supported from most of Millone's ministers such as infamous student leader, Adam Calvalek) who was infamous for his extremist interpretation of the Communist Manifesto and his apparently Marxolatry which he expanded to cover Lenin, Stalin and Mao. He was the current leader of the Revolutionary State and secretly convened this meeting to arrest everyone who opposed him, that is, he suggested the idea of a meeting to orchestrate their downfall. The meeting began with debate over the state of affairs and how Communist armies were disintegrating in some parts of the land. Linchesek smiled. "We must ruthlessly purge Myakka of these so called Restorationists and make sure that Capitalism never shows itself ever again in Myakka....."

One of the Progressives, a young woman of about twenty eight, rose from her seat and began talking about her views on the situation which irked the hardliners and angered the calm Linchesek. "It is my belief that we must secure openness and freedom in our nation. We may be Communists but we have turned ourselves into tyrants. We have not been proper Communists at all...."

Before she could even finish, soldiers barged into the room with their guns held high and with their leader eying Linchesek with a look that suggested this was all a charade. Soldiers began grabbing people from their seats and pulling them out of the room while one soldier smacked his rifle clear across the previously speaking young woman's face. Linchesek laughed as he watched those he picked out for arrest being taken away from the room while those who were spared watched in shock. There had been around 400 or so people at first but by the end....only 200 or so remained. The people who had been taken out were shoved into a motorcade of black vans and jeeps and taken straight to labor camps. It was highly doubtful that they would ever be seen again. The young woman smacked across the face could be seen by citizens with soldiers as she was carried into an alley instead of a van. They raped her and then silenced her with gunshots before becoming necrophiliacs for a day. This event in Myakkan history became known as Linchesek's Purge. He was now the undisputed leader of the Revolutionary State and soon would orchestrate further purges as part of his grand plan to rescue Myakka from the Restorationists threatening to shatter everything.

OOC: So, basically, hardliners have secured their hold on power here in Communist Myakka.

Bunker somewhere


"four Fist of Odin's are now above Myakka and set to fire at Communist Radar base's along the flight path of bomber raid as well as Decoy Radar base's in other areas and other military targets sir"

"good are they in the green?"

"they all in green and standing by to fire"

"fire in 4 3 2 1 "

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in space the Fist of Odins (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20Navy-Army-Air%20Forces/FistofOdin.jpg) fired sending their beams of ions toward their first target before recharging , firing, recharging and firing till all target were hit

From: Lucian Paras, General, Regent For His Majesty, Gaspard the Twentieth of the Myakkan Empire
To: Ms. Tanya Ley of the Free Republic of Lamoni, Foreign Minister

Friend,

Forgive me for not responding to your message but I have been clogged down with matters of warfare. I must say that we are greatly thankful for any assistance that the Lamonian nation can provide us and thus we are thankful for all of the weapons you can send us especially the ones you mentioned in your letter to me. I must say that any assistance you can provide us is very much appreciated and hopefully we shall bask in the knowledge that we liberated Myakka from Communist tyranny.

Signed,
L. Paras

Foreign Ministry of the Free Republic of Lamoni

To: L. Paras, Myakka

We have decided to provide 5,000 of each of the listed weapons (and as many assault rifles as you need) systems to your Restoration movement against the Communists. While we will not be sending significant numbers of Lamonian troops during the second phase of the Myakkan Civil War, we will still be sending advisers and trainers. We feel that these measures will be of great use to you in your war against the Communists.

Signed,

Tanya Ley
Foreign Minister
Free Republic of Lamoni

OOC: OMG, I'm so sorry I missed this. This popped up while I was moving back into school, and I swear I thought the forums were down, because it kept giving me random errors when I tried to log in. This has to be a quickie because I'm heading off to bed in a few minutes, but I'm definitely back in the mix.

IC:

To: Whomever it may concern in the nation of Salzland.
From: Lucian Paras, Leader of the Myakkan Restoration
Subject: Assistance

Most esteemed leaders,

I have been hopeful over the last weeks to recieve support from the honorable nation of Salzland for my attempt at securing the Myakkan Restoration so that a free government may be established for the well being and security of the people and so that the Red Tyranny may, at last, be overthrown and disposed of so that we may not suffer any further. I have already seized several ports which are fully open to your soldiers and I do hope to meet with those Salzlander officers whom I once fought alongside during those good old days of resistance to Communist hypocrisy. I do hope that you shall consider my proposal here and hopefully we, along with other nations, shall bring Myakka back to what it once was.

Signed,
L. Paras.


"Well Ian, what do you think?" Asked President William Phillips, reading over the faxed communique copied from a rarely-used covert Royalist Myakkan communications network.

"We gave our word we'd be back, sir. Besides that, we have a sizeable number of Royalist refugees who need to be home. We've provided for them while they've been with us, but Salzland is not where their hearts lie. It's time for us to go back to Myakka," replied Ian Williams, the Minister for Defense. War plans involving a Coalition counter-offensive in Myakka had been on the table for weeks, just waiting for the right time to get involved.

"This time we send in everything we have. The Reds chased us out with our tails between our legs last time. Now I know our boys and girls fought hard, and gave a lot better than they took, but I still had to explain to the public why the SDF couldn't save an ally in need of our help. We don't pull any punches."

"Yes sir, Mr. President," replied Williams, already planning which of the Operational Deployments would be used for this mission. "I suggest we implement CROSSBOW," he added. The plan called for an immediate Air surge into the theater, preceding massive naval and ground deployments in support of Allied operations.

"Done," President Phillips replied. "Cut the orders and get boots on the ground in Myakka ASAP." Once again, the Republic would be at war, supporting its Royalist allies.

To: Lucian Paras, Leader of the Myakkan Restoration
From: Office of the President

Sir,

Salzland remembers its dear allies in the nation of Myakka, and is honored to have the opportunity to once again stand alongside your people in defense of Liberty. As this message is transmitted rest assured that significant elements of the Salzland Defense Forces are being readied for immediate deployment to your nation, to provide whatever support we may.

Once again we stand with you, to the end.

Signed,

Williams Phillips
President of Salzland


Provisional ORBAT (Just a quick, temporary one before I go to sleep):



Naval Detachment

Gerald R. Ford-Class Aircraft Carriers: 7 (SDFS Defiant, Intrepid, Invincible, Liberator, Resolute, Valiant and Victorious)
Carrier Air Groups: 7 (one per carrier, see Wikipedia for composition (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Carrier_air_wing))
Modernized Iowa Class Nuclear-Powered Battleship: 21 (3 per battle group)
Ticonderoga-Class Cruisers: 28 (4 per battle group)
Arleigh Burke-Class Destroyers: 42 (6 per group)
Oliver Hazard Perry-Class Frigates: 70 (10 per group)
USS Virginia-Class SSN: 28 (4 per group)
Supply-Class T-AOE Combat Logistics vessels: 21 (3 per group)

Air Detachment

8 F-22 Air Superiority Wings (72 fighters/wing)
6 F-15C Air Superiority Wings (72 fighters/wing)
5 F-15E Ground Attack Wings (72 fighters/wing)
2 A-10 Thunderbolt II Ground Attack Wing (72 aircraft/wing)
2 Squadrons of B-2 Spirits (16 bombers/squadron)
2 Squadron of B-1 Lancers (16 bombers/squadron)
1 Squadron of B-52 Bombers (16 bombers/squadron)
2 Wings of KC-135 Tankers (60 aircraft/wing)

700 AH-64D Apache Gunships
1350 OH-58D Kiowa Scout helicopters
900 UH-60 Blackhawks

Various C-130 and C-17 transport aircraft

Ground Detachment

80 Divisions of Salzland Defense Force Marines (10,000 men/division)
-50 Mechanized Infantry Divisions
-30 Armored Divisions

Organized into 8 Corps (2-9th Corps) each of 10 Divisions

Mech. Infantry Division:
-160 M1A2 Tanks
-200 M2A3 Bradley APCs
-30 M-109 Paladin Self-Propelled guns
-10 M-270 MLRS
(4,000) Armored + Maintenance personnel
(6,000) Combat Infantry

Armored Division:
-320 M1A2 Tanks
-300 M2A3 Bradley APCs-50 M-109 Paladin Self-Propelled guns
-25 M-270 MLRS
(5,500) Armored + Maintenance personnel
(4,500) Combat Infantry

Logistics Personnel (Across all branches, excluding organic maintenance units): 750,000

OOC:It's really late, and I need to go to school tomorrow, so this is really crappy.

IC:
A strike force of 10 C-43s converted to gunships, began to take off. Their mission: To help the troops on the ground.

Myakka ,Altitude: 17.1 km ,4,215 km from city of Leninopolis


20 B33A Dark Angle Bombers and along with their 40 fighter escort had reach the launch point of the bombers payload of 12 Shooting Arrow cruise missiles with Heavy Fusion warheads each ,which were targeting the city of Leninopolis

"lead Bombardier to wing open bomb bay doors and commence launching"

one by one four bomb bay doors open on each bomber and out drop the 12 Shooting Arrow cruise missiles from inside the bay and kicking into life once clear of the plane

baker one bays empty, baker two bays empty soon every Bombardier had radio that their bomber bay were now empty
"Baker one to wing set course for home"
one by one the bombers and the fighters turn and head back for home

ooc
Fusion warheads are non-nuclear explosives
Heavy Fusion warhead have a Blast Radius of 120ft (36.4 m)
Shooting Arrow cruise missiles Missile Ballistic Flight Speed is 5,614 kph

OOC: IC posts coming soon. Also, I plan to end the Myakkan Restoration this weekend or somewhere around next week. :D

Linchesek's Purge had brought along with it not only the entire remodeling of the Communist Party of Myakka along extremist interpretations of Stalinist and Maoist thought but also saw the rise of draconian measures aimed at exterminating disloyalty throughout the land. It was not uncommon to wake up one night to hear people's screams merge with gunshots nor was it uncommon to be picked up in black cars and never see the light of day again. Although it can be said that the leaders of other factions were cowering in fear or ruthlessly crushed to the point that they are nearly extinct in name and ideas, the Progressives continued on despite the harsh realities of life with many members risking their lives merely by saying that the Purge was a hideous blemish on Myakka. One person who said this happened to be a single mother and journalist named Simone who lived with her thirteen year old daughter in an apartment in some town from which she published illegal articles denouncing the government. She had not known that the government knew where she was. She felt safe but would soon see that safeness, that alleged safeness, taken forcefully away from her and her beloved child. As she stayed up late writing down notes, she could hear them. The boots running up the stairs as if they were a herd of bulls and their guns scraping a bit against the walls. They kicked down the door and immediately pushed Simone off her chair before beating her with their rifle butts and steel toed boots. Her daughter rushed to the scene only to be pushed against a wall and held down by soldiers while she was forced to watch her mother's brutal beating. The leader of the soldiers stepped forward calmly as if nothing had been going on. He bent down and put his gloved hand on Simone's cheek and then, as if she were his lover, kissed her gently. "You have been found guilty of treason and thus we have come to administer immediately the sentence of death. However, since you are but a mere whore, we shall give you some extra punishment...."

A man pulled out what appeared to be a knife with one hand while taking hold of Simone's daughter with the other hand as the soldiers' leader began to speak to the girl as if he were her father. "I'm sorry to have to do this, dear, but your mother is to blame. Tell me....what was your dream in life?"

The girl's bitter tears rushed down her rosy red cheeks as she spoke softly but in a tone of voice often mixed with mumbling and moans. "My dream....was to become a ballerina...."

The commissar grinned. "Thanks to you, Simone, your child shall never be known as a ballerina....." With one nod of his head, the man with the knife thrusted the knife right through the girl's chest and began stabbing her brutally while her mother, screaming for them to stop, was forced to watch. The girl screamed as well and pleaded for mercy but soon her wailing hands fell softly to the ground and she uttered some words before she died. Simone screamed as she rushed to hold her daughter's bloody corpse before the commissar pulled out his pistol and aimed it at the back of her head. "Thou art a traitor, Simone, and thou shall die as one."

The pistol's bullet thrusted itself into the rebel's brain and she fell over the corpse of her child with her hands upon her as if she was holding an infant. The two looked quite lovely together, the commissar thought, before he ordered that the men dispose of the corpses while the apartment would be ransacked. With a devilish smile, he walked out of the suite and whistled a tune.

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Leninopolis had survived the Isan missle attacks despite the loss of plenty of people including some friends of Elizabeth who had been unable to find adequate shelter in time. No one expected the attack at all to take place and many people were horrified. Some missles were shot down but the rest made their targets utterly destroyed. Elizabeth had been with a friend during the attack and she prayed that her home would have been spared. With her friend, she walked down the streets, some of which consisted of mere rubble, until she saw the smouldering ruins of her own house with no trace of her parents. She ran to the ruins and looked frantically for some sign of their survival until she saw the charred family portrait in its golden frame. She saw the smiling faces of her parents with their arms around her as if she had won some marvelous award. She felt tears coming down across her cheeks while her friend tried to comfort her but to no avail as Elizabeth put the picture in her friend's hands before she screamed violently as she threw pieces of her house all over the place while cursing and condemning people. She condemned the Reds, she condemned the Isans, she condemned her own life. She calmed down, after a long while, and looked at her friend before saying softly: "I'm an orphan.....I'm an orphan.....I'm an orphan....." She kept saying this over and over again as she walked back to her friend's house. Elizabeth, that night, wrote in her diary the words of sorrow that were cut off by her thrusting her head down upon the desk and weeping with her tears soaking the sleeves of her nightgown. Her parents were the closest people to her in the world and she loved them both very much. She would miss how her father would entertain her with stories of Myakkan legends and how her mother made her favorite meals for dinner every night. She would miss how they were always there to support her and how she could always count on them whenever she needed them. She felt abandoned by them; as if they simply walked away from her without any looks back. She closed the diary and looked out the window and at the stars. If there was an afterlife, she thought, then she hoped her parents were in Heaven. If not, she thought, then at least they would be at peace.

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The Restorationists and the Communists reached a stalemate during the early days of the month of September with both sides considering how to break the stalemate in their faction's favor so that, it was hoped, they could march directly and swiftly to victory and end this whole damned feud once and for all. Both sides wanted an end to the conflict although there were various views within their ranks about this. Some wanted to spare the people further suffering while some didn't want to be sent out anymore to battles. Everyone had their reasons for wanting peace ranging from the admirable to the self centered. Both sides also claimed to be the true government and usually were seen acting as if they were in control of the entire nation. The Restoration had provoked the creation of the Free State of Myakka which was essentially under the control of the self declared Regent, Lucian Paras, who relied on martial law and curfews to keep control. He had declared himself His Majesty's Official Regent with hardly any opposition and it was he who famously led resistance to surrender to the Communists. Paras was a hero in the eyes of millions. He was a model Myakkan; a patriot who loved his land, a husband who loved his family and a loyal and faithful subject of the Crown. Parasian became a derogatory term used by Communists to denounce anyone suspected of dissent and many people proudly called themselves Parasians before firing squads. During an interrogation, one girl said that her father "was always saying how proud he was to be a Parasian."

There were occassional skirmishes on the heavily fortified border between the two sides that ran through the nation in a sometimes straight and sometimes curved line. It was not hard to see people from the Communist side trying their best to avoid capture as they fled into the Monarchist side in hope of finding a better life. Some were shot at by border guards, some captured and raped, some sent to labor camps and those who were lucky enough to get to the other side were content with how well the Monarchists treated them but, if Fate had been cruel to them, would lament how they missed the stragglers who failed to get with them on the other side. Fate could be a cruel bitch according to one refugee, but that's the way things were on the island that became the Hell on Earth. None of the prospective refugees planning to cross into the Monarchist side knew, however, that there were plans to charge up through the Communist border in one massive assault codenamed Operation Glorious Vengeance. The Regency thirsted for the blood of the Reds and craved the chance to gut them butt to brow in revenge for all that they did. This operation would rely on support from Salzland, Lamoni and Lynion as well as the Mioyans from the Free City who, in one massive sweep, would crush the Communists. Lucian Paras sent one single letter to each of them in the hopes of bringing them altogether for the sake of the Myakkan people. The letter read as follows:

"To the leadership of the Lynionese, Lamonian, Mioyan, and Salzlander forces in Myakka at the current time,

As you all know, we have long been in a stalemate with the Communists who have been quite stubborn with their stiff resistance to our forces who struggle every day to liberate the masses. It is my decision that we should convene a meeting of our leaders and top brass in the city of Saranopolis where we shall discuss how we shall work together in our new operation, Operation Glorious Vengeance. Our plan is to assemble a massive army composed of all of our avaliable forces which shall cross the Communist border and lay waste to our foes. Our goal is the capture of Marianopolis, our capital, and the complete restoration of the Monarchy alongside the creation of a constitutional monarchist government that shall ensure the safety of all Myakkans. It is our hope that we may all come together for the sake of peace and that, in unison, the Communists shall wish that they never tried to put the shackles of hypocritical tyranny upon us. I await your responses with trepidation.

Signed,
L. Paras."

OOC: I was thinking that this delivery to the Restorationists would be the Communists' death knell. The weapons can be used in Operation Glorious Vengeance.

IC: Visible just on the horizon were Lamonian merchant ships that were heading to Myakkan ports where the Restorationists had taken control. Their cargo contained weapons systems, and the ammunition, and spare parts that were required to make them run. The merchant ships were guarded by F-30 Black Cat fighters that were also part of the deal struck with the Myakkan Restorationists. If the Communists were able to see the sheer numbers of weapons that were being transferred to Myakka from Lamoni, then they would know that their defeat was only a matter of time, now.

With these new weapons came Lamonian advisers and trainers whose job it was to train and advise the Myakkans in how to use their new weapons to their fullest potential. Lamoni would not abandon a friend in need.

two days later ,Jim was sitting on the hood of the M21 talking to the other only soldier that was left in the four man fireteam that had drop into Myakka,when he saw Ruth walking by

"hey Ruth" yelled Jim


ooc It's Imperial Not isan other wise i would've use a god dam space battleship to clean the whole city off the face of the planet leaving nothing

"To the leadership of the Lynionese, Lamonian, Mioyan, and Salzlander forces in Myakka at the current time,

As you all know, we have long been in a stalemate with the Communists who have been quite stubborn with their stiff resistance to our forces who struggle every day to liberate the masses. It is my decision that we should convene a meeting of our leaders and top brass in the city of Saranopolis where we shall discuss how we shall work together in our new operation, Operation Glorious Vengeance. Our plan is to assemble a massive army composed of all of our available forces which shall cross the Communist border and lay waste to our foes. Our goal is the capture of Marianopolis, our capital, and the complete restoration of the Monarchy alongside the creation of a constitutional monarchist government that shall ensure the safety of all Myakkans. It is our hope that we may all come together for the sake of peace and that, in unison, the Communists shall wish that they never tried to put the shackles of hypocritical tyranny upon us. I await your responses with trepidation.

Office of General Allen Hamsher
Commander, Lamonian forces in Myakka

To: L. Paras, Myakka

I have decided to attend the proposed meeting in Saranopolis. With the weapons that we are bringing you, it is our estimate that Restorationist forces will be able to defeat the Communists, thereby freeing the people from the oppression of a misbegotten system that places a small group of people above all others.

Signed,

General Allen Hamsher
Commander, Lamonian forces in Myakka

"Rathma," shouted Tzu as he entered the tavern. "Left right and centre,I got a job for you,"

Tzu left the tavern as Ratham looked up and around at his mates. He finished his ginger beer as the others got something to eat. Alec looked at as the Imperial Guardian drink one of his ginger beers while his tentacle suck the other one. Rathma then hurried along as he went outside to the commander.

"We've just recieved word that we'll be doing a full out assault on the Communist Forces. I've ordered VATO Forces to start for the front but I'm required to go to Saranopolis for a meeting with other leaders," started Tzu. "Headmaster Samuel Lee is going to be incharge of operations here. However, that isn't why I called you here,"

"You want me to gather my men and we'll go behind the lines and do raids until you can get there?" guessed Rathma.

"You sure have a habit of living up to the meaning of your name Rathma," smiled Tzu. "It'll be early in tomorrow morning that you'll take off so I suggest you get as much sleep as possible,"

"I'll try my best sir," replied Rathma as he smiled to his mentor. "Do you think this will bring a quick end to the war?"

"If fear behind them and the horde of nightmares coming before them, thy enemy will surrender in fear of your forces," quoted Tzu.

"Vamp said that to me in '42 before he went into exile," replied Rathma. "I'll inform my men,"

Later

Tzu found himself later climbing into an aerial destoryer as he was starting to go to the allied position. He went into the radio room as he began to think about the telegram he'll send off to the allies and the thought about Rathma and his men.

TO: Myakka Loyalists
FROM: Vamperial Alliance Treaty Organisation, Vamperial Headmaster Tzu

I'll come in person to talk to you about the operations. If you don't mind, I intend to send a Spec Ops group behind the lines to do recon about the city and attempt raids on key areas. If you have a problem with that, then please reply back quickly before I get out of reach of communications.

"To the leadership of the Lynionese, Lamonian, Mioyan, and Salzlander forces in Myakka at the current time,

As you all know, we have long been in a stalemate with the Communists who have been quite stubborn with their stiff resistance to our forces who struggle every day to liberate the masses. It is my decision that we should convene a meeting of our leaders and top brass in the city of Saranopolis where we shall discuss how we shall work together in our new operation, Operation Glorious Vengeance. Our plan is to assemble a massive army composed of all of our avaliable forces which shall cross the Communist border and lay waste to our foes. Our goal is the capture of Marianopolis, our capital, and the complete restoration of the Monarchy alongside the creation of a constitutional monarchist government that shall ensure the safety of all Myakkans. It is our hope that we may all come together for the sake of peace and that, in unison, the Communists shall wish that they never tried to put the shackles of hypocritical tyranny upon us. I await your responses with trepidation.

Signed,
L. Paras."

To: Lucian Paras
From: Gen. Terrance Howard, CMDR Salzland Expeditionary Forces-Myakka

Sir,

Having just received your communique, I will confirm that either myself or someone from my staff will be attending the joint planning council. I cannot guarantee my personal attendance due to the necessities of co-ordinating the deployment of close to two million personnel, however someone representing Salzland will be present.

Signed,

Terrance Howard
General, CiNC Salzland Expeditionary Forces-Myakka

Myakka ,Altitude: 17.1 km ,215 km away from Sarakel


1,000 B33A Dark Angle Bombers and along with their fighter escort 215 km from flying above the village of Sarakel the bombers payload of 12 Shooting Arrow cruise missiles with Heavy Fusion warheads like th 20 bomber raid on Leninopolis,but this this payload was heading for the Frontline


"Capatin,we'er exatly 215 kms from Sarakel and at the Altitude of 17.1 km ,we'er still in formation and be at the launch point in three hours"said the navigator

"copy"said the Captain

Saranopolis was fully ready to recieve the foreign delegates as evidenced by the Lamonian, Mioyan and other foreign flags that could be seen adorning buildings in a gesture of good will towards the brothers in arms who fought so well alongside soldiers of the Restoration. Monarchist flags also adorned the city's many buildings with some people often going out to put more up for others to see. Lucian Paras was confident in his ability to get everyone working together but knows fully well that the meetings may fail. If they did, though, then Paras' second plan was to depend on Myakkan arms in an all out assault. With the assault, he hoped, this war could finally end. Paras was also engaging in smuggling operations to get Gaspard and his Government-in-Exile brought to Myakka. These operations would also be extended to cover the entire Imperial Family and any other significant Myakkans overseas. Paras donned his stylish military uniform and awaited the arrival of the foreign delegates at a schoolhouse he had taken over for the meeting; since no one had been using it anyway in the chaos of the conflict. The schoolhouse looked relatively small but still good for meetings and was heavily guarded.

The Communists, as well, were planning their own plan of assault under the extremist Stalinist military brass that was thrusted into power at the behest of their political superiors in Leninopolis. The idea would be to distract the Restorations at the far left and far right and then pile in through the center before massing up at Saranopolis. If the Communist idea worked, then the Restoration would end and the Communist yoke would be restored all over Myakka. There were some controversies including the sack and house arrest of former Communist military strategist, Thomas Kardasil, who had famously led the Communist attacks which toppled Gaspard XIX and who was well known for his openly Progressivist views. He would have been executed had not the Army stood up to the Government in his name. Kardasil was now in his country manor which happened to be in the line of the Restorationist advances. Capturing this family man would not be good because Kardasil not only defected from the Communist school of political thought but also refused to get involved in politics whatsoever and that he rather just live in the countryside. He couldn't leave it though due to the Communist soldiers who were around; ready to kill him and anyone else if the need arose.

Leninopolis had rebuilt itself although there were reports that orphans were being pushed into orphan schools to be groomed into proper Communist citizens and this included Elizabeth but she was spared because her friend's family legally adopted her as their own child. Elizabeth was jubilant although she had lost everything she owned from her movie posters to little pins and buttons she found on the streets but at least she had her health and, indeed, her life. The city strengthened its anti-air defenses and focused, somewhat more, on missle defenses. The damned Imperial missle attack, Elizabeth thought, had killed her parents and she hated the Imperials for that. Most of all, she hated the Reds who she blamed for starting everything. Her parents never needed to die. No one had ever needed to die. The Reds had come up out of that accursed college and had ruined the lives of millions. Famine was in many parts of the nation with a multitude of people suffering and dying to the point that no one dared do anything that could upset the new balance. For example, a man would not make love to his wife anymore lest he bring in another child who would just end up dead quickly anyway. Foresters continued their brave attacks against the Reds as they had done ever since the First Surrender with their leaders ruining Communist convoys. The Reformed Church of Myakka stated that they would pray for peace constantly and become politically apathetic. The false Archbishop was nothing more than Communist puppetry at its best so the Restoration's leaders propelled a true Archbishop to the throne who would lead the people of the Church. The Great Terror was still going on in Communist Myakka with reports that families of the so called traitors were being harshly treated. Children would be taken from their parents and stuffed in special schools while the wives of traitors recieved rape and brutal beatings so bad that they were nearly beaten to death. Children, if they were not so lucky, also recieved the wives' fate but only female children did. There was not enough room for certain perversions in an already sadistic faction. Communist and Monarchist soldiers both began to mobilize at the border with more and more skirmishes breaking out all across it. People knew that the grand attacks would come but the question was: When?

Vamperial Headmaster Tzu aerial destoryer landed outside of the city. The day was cool as Tzu stepped out onto the dry land. He looked around as two Vamperial Knights joined him on his left side. They walked along as they saw the Vamperial flag fly off a building as Tzu smiled. He laughed to himself as he went over to the building and awaited someone to show him inside.

Going behind the lines

The C-370's soared over the Communist Lines as they quietly went above the clouds to avoid radar detection. In the planes were 48 Lynion Assassins that were returning to their hello hole that they served for other a year. Rathma was taking command as Longshanks joined him for a few moments before they would drop.

OOC: Everyone (Lynion, Lamoni, etc) can send their representatives to the meeting in Saranopolis now.

OOC: Already have.

OOC: Already have.

OOC: I noticed. Once everyone arrives, then we'll start the meeting.

OOC: I'm going to be in class for the next few hours, so if nobody minds, in the interests of starting the meeting this can just count as the arrival of Gen. Howard

Leninopolis had rebuilt itself
ooc OK thats Bull , Go look at WW2 it did take days to rebuild a city ,but weeks and months
an you don't edit god dam Isan out, I'am going FT on you

ooc OK thats Bull , Go look at WW2 it did take days to rebuild a city ,but weeks and months
an you don't edit god dam Isan out, I'am going FT on you

OOC: You basically dropped two hundred and forty 500-pound bombs on a (I'm going to assume) relatively large city. That's the equivalent of the armaments carried by three B-2 Spirit bombers. Not exactly catastrophic damage, and assuming that ordinance was aimed at military targets and not just launched randomly into the city, clean-up should've proceeded relatively quickly. Most military facilities are located outside cities, to prevent collateral damage, so Myakka's entirely with in his/her rights to say that the city proper has been rebuilt. The military bases in the countryside would, obviously, be an entirely different story.

As for going FT, I assumed that since you're already dropping Ion Cannon strikes throughout the country, that you already had been.

On a serious note, calm down, some times posts don't get responded to immediately. Everyone'll have much more fun if we all relax and let things play out.

ooc how about you keep out of the FT part seeing you don't know what bring talked of and the OP dose from a number of talks on MSN

2:no the city was the target other wise i would have said so

3: bomb yur i said Cruise missiles with Fusion warheads ,an are non-nuclear explosives and had a Blast Radius of 120ft (36.4m)

EDIT 4: it only been three days of the attack

ooc how about you keep out of the FT part seeing you don't know what bring talked of and the OP dose from a number of talks on MSN

2:no the city was the target other wise i would have said so

3: bomb yur i said Cruise missiles with Fusion warheads ,an are non-nuclear explosives and had a Blast Radius of 120ft (36.4m)

OOC: 1.) You post something here, it's meant to be seen by everyone (unless clearly specified to be private or Secret IC). If you're upset about something said in private on MSN, then keep it on MSN. Seriously, what's the point of even bringing it up unless you want people in this thread to see it and comment on it?

2.) I tried to give you the benefit of the doubt, because you only claimed to be launching cruise missiles, and failed to specify that you were terror-bombing a bunch of civilians.

3.) The blast radius for a 500 pound bomb is approximately 250 feet. Hence, the metaphor comparing your cruise missiles to 500 pound bombs, in terms of damage inflicted, which is a more than generous analogy, considering your own weapons are (admittedly) half as powerful. My appologies if this comparison was mis-interpreted, I believed at the time that it was sufficiently explained as to be easily understandable. The fact remains that you apparently launched a series of low-damage weapons at random into a city, so expecting catastrophic damage to occur is more than a bit unreasonable, in my opinion. And apparently in Myakka's as well.

OOC
1:OP knows by NS too as this is the main nation
http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?t=543977
2 i said the city name in the post and it was the target

3: don't worry i could not find any to help me work it out between RL bomb and it

OOC: After noticing the OOC debate on my thread here and after doing some quick thinking, I've decided to try to end the debate here so we don't end up clogging this thread. Besides, if we want to have a debate, we can simply create an OOC thread.

1. Imperial Isa, I assumed that you did not attack the entire city but rather parts of it and thus I meant to say that those parts were rebuilt or at least going under the process of reconstruction; I don't think that the entire city would have been utterly wasted by your attack. Were you aiming at military installations, etc or citizens? Please clarify this so I can make sure. I can edit some parts if need be and I'll work on editing the "Isan" parts out for you when I have time to do so. Also, Leninopolis is the Communist name for the city but any supporter of the Restoration calls it Marianopolis as it once was known as. By the way, Salzland, Myakka is a puppet of Neo-Ixania (who is a male); thus the player behind Myakka is in fact the same one who is behind Neo-Ixania. Myakka only has gone through these civil wars merely because...I wanted to get some skills in how to RP wars, etc and so forth without having to involve Ixania.

2. The meeting in Saranopolis shall begin tonight or whenever I get the time to get it going (Mioya's delegate is needed and then we'll have everyone needed present and accounted for) and, from there, I plan to get the massive assault underway because I am planning to end this story soon. There will not be any more civil wars, etc after this by the way but there will probably be some dissent due to a more personal matter in the titular Emperor's life. ;)

The Emperor and the Government in Exile shall return to Myakka most likely within the final phases of this RP which shall most likely begin after the thread, "Of Resorts and Revolutions", is finished. The personal matter I specified can be found within that particular thread.

3. If we are going to continue this debate, I'd prefer it if an OOC thread was created so that we can continue it there without having to clog up this thread. As Salzland said, let's just have fun.

Myakka ,Altitude: 17.1 km ,4,215 km from city of Leninopolis


20 B33A Dark Angle Bombers and along with their 40 fighter escort had reach the launch point of the bombers payload of 12 Shooting Arrow cruise missiles with Heavy Fusion warheads each ,which were targeting the city of Leninopolis
"lead Bombardier to wing open bomb bay doors and commence launching"

one by one four bomb bay doors open on each bomber and out drop the 12 Shooting Arrow cruise missiles from inside the bay and kicking into life once clear of the plane

baker one bays empty, baker two bays empty soon every Bombardier had radio that their bomber bay were now empty
"Baker one to wing set course for home"
one by one the bombers and the fighters turn and head back for home

ooc
Fusion warheads are non-nuclear explosives
Heavy Fusion warhead have a Blast Radius of 120ft (36.4 m)
Shooting Arrow cruise missiles Missile Ballistic Flight Speed is 5,614 kph

i bold what i said and nothing about military installations ,you thinking of the next attack ,which is going to be the Red frontline,Which i can't do as Jiim and Ruth part of

Saranopolis, Myakka

General Hamsher was walking down a street in Saranopolis. His destination was the building where the meeting was going to be held. He'd already been in the building (more to prove that he'd shown up, than anything); and he'd taken a walk with some Lamonian Army bodyguards in order to get some exercise before the meeting started. If his staff wasn't capable of holding things together for long enough for him to go on a walk, then he would have failed in his job.

There was an impressive amount of foreign military dignitaries here, he had to admit. Some of them previously known to Lamoni, and some not. Either way, General Hamsher enjoyed a challenge, and this promised to provide one.

OOC:This has been going on for awhile, all things considered. My net was screwed up when I would normaly check this, then I had to head to school. Since I have not been mentioned, and I was not tellign everyone I had sent troops from Daiwiz etc, that I am not included in the peace talks. Corrct me if I'm wrong, please. I'm not asking to be included, however. This is just making certain that I'm not expected to be there.

OOC:This has been going on for awhile, all things considered. My net was screwed up when I would normaly check this, then I had to head to school. Since I have not been mentioned, and I was not tellign everyone I had sent troops from Daiwiz etc, that I am not included in the peace talks. Corrct me if I'm wrong, please. I'm not asking to be included, however. This is just making certain that I'm not expected to be there.

OOC: You can send a delegate to the talks, Daiwiz. The talks are NOT peace talks but rather are where we'll all discuss the massive invasion of the Communists and how we all hope to end the conflict. :D

OOC: We need Mioya's delegate in Saranopolis then we can start the meeting. :D

Vamperial Headmaster Tzu aerial destoryer landed outside of the city. The day was cool as Tzu stepped out onto the dry land. He looked around as two Vamperial Knights joined him on his left side. They walked along as they saw the Vamperial flag fly off a building as Tzu smiled. He laughed to himself as he went over to the building and awaited someone to show him inside.

The people in the streets smiled as they looked at Tzu and his knights since they were assumed to have been foreign soldiers who were fighting for the Myakkan Restoration. A couple of young people walked past them while old men bickered over who played what suit in some ongoing card game at a nearby building. The people were unafraid and were walking the streets as if there had been no conflicts at all. They just tried to adapt to the new but temporary measures put in place. Saranopolis was not afraid to live life to the fullest although some people were openly nervous and a few even felt the Communists would somehow find a way to attack. Once they had arrived at the discarded schoolhouse, Tzu and his men were let into the meeting room by Paras' guards who said that Paras was out for the moment so he would be here in a while. "You can wait here for him and the other delegates. Hopefully they will all arrive soon."

General Hamsher was walking down a street in Saranopolis. His destination was the building where the meeting was going to be held. He'd already been in the building (more to prove that he'd shown up, than anything); and he'd taken a walk with some Lamonian Army bodyguards in order to get some exercise before the meeting started. If his staff wasn't capable of holding things together for long enough for him to go on a walk, then he would have failed in his job.

There was an impressive amount of foreign military dignitaries here, he had to admit. Some of them previously known to Lamoni, and some not. Either way, General Hamsher enjoyed a challenge, and this promised to provide one.

The streets of Saranopolis were particularly active with people of all walks of life walking down them as if nothing had ever happened and as if there were no civil wars or anything of the sort in recent months. They simply refused to accept fear any more save for a few people. The streets were, at times, narrow but easy to navigate through and there were people putting signs up on their stores which, when translated, usually was about either getting people to take notice of them or telling people that they proudly supported the Restoration. There were students of all ages at the local shops while old people would talk about the good old days which mostly referred to over forty years ago. They seemed attached to the good old days of absolutism, that is, when the Imperial Court provided peace and security without them having to vote for people to do so. One old man banged his cane on the ground and smiled before delivering to his friends a powerful but brief speech about how there was so much peace back in those days. When Hamsher and his men had finally reached the schoolhouse turned to meeting house, they could see more and more people filling the streets with smiles fixed upon their faces. They all seemed so happy that nothing about the civil war could even get to them. The schoolhouse seemed to be too empty but it was possible to see the legacy of its former use as a center of education. You could see the desks in rooms in front of the teacher's desk which had the old Monarchist flag behind it. You could see the old map of the Myakkan nation with miniature portraits of life in the various provinces. You could see a portrait of Gaspard XIX and his wife hanging in a corner of one room. This schoolhouse was once active but now it was discarded. Some schools had to be gotten rid of and this was one of them during those days of budget reform. The meeting room that was set aside for the meeting was actually a former class room. The desks were all replaced with a single round table but it was possible to see evidence of students once there. If Hamsher looked, he could see a picture of an unfolded scroll which said: "Climb the mountain of adversity with care and confidence."

Hamsher was given a seat near that of Tzu and was, like Tzu, told about how the meeting would begin once everyone needed arrived so there would be no need to explain things to latecomers. "Just relax, General. Get a look around if you want."

ooc i need you to get back to my other with Ruth as it tied in with the firing

two days later ,Jim was sitting on the hood of the M21 talking to the other only soldier that was left in the four man fireteam that had drop into Myakka,when he saw Ruth walking by

"hey Ruth" yelled Jim


"Jim? What are you doing? Planning an attack?"

Ruth said with a smile. "I was just walking home myself. I feel like just relaxing. I still think that it's nice to see everyone so happy....those Reds really made life here dreary."

"Jim? What are you doing? Planning an attack?"

Ruth said with a smile. "I was just walking home myself. I feel like just relaxing. I still think that it's nice to see everyone so happy....those Reds really made life here dreary."

"just the two of us,no not much we can do,but they the Imperial Air Force are about three hours out from the launching point,for their attack on the Red frontlines"said Jim as he points up to the sky where Ruth could see vapor trails

"1,000 bombers and their fighter escorts "add the other soldier


launching point three hours later

"lead Bombardier to wing open bomb bay doors and commence launching"

one by one four bomb bay doors open on each bomber and out drop the 12 Shooting Arrow cruise missiles from inside 1,000 bays and kicking into life once clear of the plane


"this be a softing up those SOBs never saw coming"said one of the pilots to his copilot
"12,000 cruise missiles nope"answer the copilot

Fox one bays empty, Fox two bays empty soon every Bombardier had radio that their bomber bay were now empty
"Fox one to wing set course for home"
one by one the bombers and the fighters turn and head back for home

The people in the streets smiled as they looked at Tzu and his knights since they were assumed to have been foreign soldiers who were fighting for the Myakkan Restoration. A couple of young people walked past them while old men bickered over who played what suit in some ongoing card game at a nearby building. The people were unafraid and were walking the streets as if there had been no conflicts at all. They just tried to adapt to the new but temporary measures put in place. Saranopolis was not afraid to live life to the fullest although some people were openly nervous and a few even felt the Communists would somehow find a way to attack. Once they had arrived at the discarded schoolhouse, Tzu and his men were let into the meeting room by Paras' guards who said that Paras was out for the moment so he would be here in a while. "You can wait here for him and the other delegates. Hopefully they will all arrive soon."

"Thats alright, we don't mind waiting," replied Tzu as he sat down.

The Vamperial Knights were behind him as they were talking about life when they used to be kids in school. Tzu was listening to their conversation as he looked around and noticed the new person entering the room.

Over the lines

Rathma was sitting with his men onboard a C-370 as they waited for the red light to change to a green light. He looked around as they were better prepared that last time. Across from his position was a couple of boxes full with weapons and ammunition in case they required it. Rathma looked up as he prayed for a moment before turning to the others.

"30 seconds until green light," came a voice over the intercom.

"Listen up," shouted Rathma. "We're off to go and give the Reds a bit of hell before the Diggers break through their lines,"

"Haha," laughed a corporal as he adjusted his intercom on his ear. "Just like last time eh skipper?"

"It might be. However, the commies have lost their leaders earlier and its going to make them more dangerous. We got a job from the commander and we have a few objectives," started Rathma.

"Primary Objectives are as follow," started Rathma. "Re-group and find a base to use as operations. Secure a landing site for the 45th Airbourne Division and the 10th Armour Company. Recon the land and if possible, take out their ammo dumps," explained Rathma. "Secondary Objective is as follow: Assassinate any officers or government officals to weaken their chain of command,"

The boys laughed at the thought as they finished painting their faces and any visible parts with forest camo paint. They straped their chutes to their backs as they checked their weapons and clips before the green light came on. The hull door opened as the cool air flow into the C-370. Rathma turned around as he finished painting his face with the camo paint before the boxes went out first.

"Lets go ladies!" shouted Rathma as he jumped out and shortly opened his chute of the boxes and then his own.

The other Assassins followed his lead as they jumped out of C-370 before it started to head back home. Rathma looked out to where they came from and noticed bombings of either Allied or Red air forces attacking the front lines. It would be a matter of days before VATO Forces would get to the front lines and then break it apart. Rathma focused on other things as one by one, they started to land on the ground.

There was one of many farming families that lived nearby the landing site where the men of Lynion had made their landing site and they had just retired for the night after having some good old fashioned fun despite the aura of chaos that loomed over them and the millions of Myakkan people who struggled to survive. This particular farming family usually grew wheat and vegetables which they sold at the local market and consisted of a happily married couple and their two children who were well versed in agriculture and technology which satisfied their parents. It was possible to see their farm house in the distance with the light visible being from the daughter's room since she always wrote an entry in her journal before retiring for the night. The cows and horses were quiet in the holding pens and everyone was pretty much asleep as the full moon shone in the sky with its light illuminating the path for Rathma and his men. Everything was quiet.

Rathma and the others landed as David looked around for the weapons crete. Rathma noticed David was scanning for the crete as he started to do so as well. The group checked their weapons as Rathma pointed out that the crete was near some kind of farm house.

"Alpha and Dingo Squads, fan out and flank our advance. Rest of you, follow me to the crete," whispered Rathma.

The company was as silent as the wind. They crept through the fields as they came closer and closer to the crete. Rathma fanned out his men as prepared themselves in case their were Reds hanging around. David flanked Rathma's left side as they went past a cows pen before they silently stopped for a second. Rathma gave some simple hand signals as he ordered the men to secure the crete while he found out where he was.

Rathma noticed the light from the room nearby. He was about to peer through the window but decided not too to avoid any conflict with the people in the house. He looked through another window and realised it must've belonged to a family. Rathma turned back to the window as some of the men took up positions in case they were forced to storm the house. Rathma tapped on the window slightly but hiding himself as he hoped it wasn't a bunch of Red inside. He raised his rifle at the ready as the other men hid themselves for the time being.

"Ruth is there a big town near by you like to go and see" asked Jim after he looked back down from the sky

The young girl was about to turn off the light before she went to bed when she had heard the mysterious noises at her window which made her a tad nervous but relatively calm. When she had noticed someone's hand there, she decided to go and look. She did not expect to see, when she had opened it, the face of a strange and unknown man who looked like he was trying to get inside. She screamed loudly at the man and began thinking that this man was coming to attack or even kill her and thus she just continued to scream while everyone in her house began to wake up and try to find out the origin of those damned noises that woke them up from their gentle slumbering. The father took out his shotgun and walked outside to see that Rathma was hanging on the house with his hands on his daughter's window. He began screaming at him in the Myakkan language and pointed his shotgun at him. "Get down there! Are you a Communist? A pervert? Answer me!"

The man continued to scream while his wife and son looked on from the safety of the house. "If you do not get down then I shall kill you where you stand! I won't let you touch my child!"

Rathma whistled as he hanged off the house with his feet claws firmly in place on the wall. He turned to face the girl and the father as he raised his arm which levelled a Styer at the man's face. Rathma looked down for a moment as he waved his other arm about.

"Just chill for a moment?" replied Rathma as he had camo paint covering his head, neck and top part of his torso. "Now, would a pervet enter your house when your daughter is awake? No. Would a Commie enter through the top window? No. Would a robber enter your house through your daughters window? No they wouldn't. So what does they leave then? Terrorist? Those guys wouldn't go after a place like this. The only person interested in a place for this would be for Spec Ops for the Allies," replied Rathma. "I'm Vamperial Assassin Knight Rathma of the 3rd Guerrilla Assassin Company. We're only here because our weapons crete landed near your house," finished Rathma.

The father lowered down his shotgun while the girl looked from her window with much concern upon her face with her eyes fixated upon her emotionless father and the relaxed visitor who frightened her enough to make her scream. "You are a Vamperial Assassin Knight named Rathma who has came to my house only because your weapons crate landed nearby? Well, I guess I can buy your story for now......why are you even here anyway? Do you have some Communists to kill?"

The father smirked. "My family and I do try our best to stay alive in these harsh and mysterious days and luckily we have done that. We are but simple farm folk trying to do our best. Anywho, I guess I should let you and your men go on your mission. Good luck, Rathma."

"Actually," started Rathma. "You'll be seeing my kind much later because we'll be landing a division and an armour company close to here. Anyhow, best I be off,"

Rathma turned around as he lept onto the ground below him and joined the others. They managed to pull the crete over to the other side of the house as the stars shone down on them. Rathma turned around for a moment and shouted to the window.

"I suggest you be prepared to leave when the shooting starts," finished Rathma.

Back at the Port

The commanders were looking over some maps of the area. They were expected to muster an armour company and an airboune division to land behind the lines. It wouldn't be much but they thought about dropping the troops near the position where the first wave went to because there was less AA fire.

"I suggest we make a diverisional attack to make them face the other direction. Maybe an air strike on enemy installialtions," suggested one of them.

"That sounds simple and we can do it without lossing too many men," replied another.

After the last war in Myakka, where the conflict ended before more than one-third of the Salzland Defense Force troops marked for deployment could even arrive, increasing the speed and capacity of the Salzland air- and sealift capacity had been the Ministry of Defense's highest priority. In a way, it was fitting that a return to Myakka would be the first test of these new transportation systems. So far, they had passed with flying colors, bringing enough men, machines and supplies across the ocean to equip and mobilize nearly half of the entire Salzland deployment. In other words, roughly a million soldiers, sailors and airmen were already in-country and ready to fight.

The thought that struck General Terrance Howard as he stood next to a large topographical map of Myakka, with push-pins marking the deployments of various Allied units, as well as suspected locations of Soviet units, was how much this nation had suffered in recent times. First, a terrible civil war, pitting Communists against Royalists, with a vast majority of the civillians caught somewhere in the middle. Then the inevitable purges, as the Reds took power and promptly killed off everyone that even looked at them strangely.

Finally, the current counter-offensive launched to reclaim the nation, and settle once and for all who would control Myakka's fate. It was Howard's job to ensure that the Communist threat was squashed once and for all, and he promised himself that he would do it. He had close to one million soldiers, thousands of tanks, thousands of fighters, hundreds of bombers and six entire fleets at his disposal. All he needed was co-ordination from the Allies, to tell him what target to strike. And looking at the map, he saw exactly where his troops would be best-suited to deploy.

The Eastern coast of Myakka (OOC: Still based on Ireland, correct?) was basically a giant plain, running from the current front-lines all the way to the Northern coast of the country. This land was ideal for Armored units, which was something the Soviets were well aware of. It was the route their units had taken South, until they had achieved near-total victory over the Royalists. It would only be poetic for a counter-offensive to achieve the same results for the Allies, which again was something the Soviets were aware of. According to the map a large number of Red Army Armored units were spotted in the area, which normally would've made the battle pitched at best. However, he had two advantages that the Reds didn't, which would be the key to what Howard suspected would be his upcoming fight along the East Coast.

One, naval superiority. Ever since the opening days of the First Myakkan War, the Allied forces had complete dominance of the seas around Myakka. This had not changed during the brief Soviet occupation. Once the word was given hundreds, if not thousands of cruise missiles would launch against critical infrastructure targets supplying the Soviet armor; fuel dumps, munitions stockpiles, repair yards, SAM sites and command centers. The Reds would begin feeling the pinch in a matter of minutes, as command and control broke down, their tanks began running out of gas, and they expended all of their ammunition.

The second Allied overwhelming advantage was in the air. Since the East Coast of Myakka was basically one rolling plain, from the front to the Northern Coast, there was nowhere for enemy armor to hide from Close Air Support strike packages. True, the enemy would have better than normal surface to air missile coverage in this region, but between the cruise missile strikes aimed at the most-advanced air defense sites the Reds had deployed, as well as the opening strikes conducted by stealth aircraft, Howard was confident that in exchange for acceptable casualties in the air, his strike aircraft would soon be able to rain bombs down on the Reds non-stop.

All that was left now would be to meet with the other Allies, and start the campaign.

Hamsher was given a seat near that of Tzu and was, like Tzu, told about how the meeting would begin once everyone needed arrived so there would be no need to explain things to latecomers. "Just relax, General. Get a look around if you want."

"Thank you." General Hamsher took the seat that was offered to him, and sat down, secure in the knowledge that the weapons that his country was providing to the Myakkans were even now being distributed by his men. The weapons were being 'donated;' partly to help their Myakkan Restorationist friends, and also partly to see how they would perform in combat.

The Myakkan Civil War should be instructive as to how well the LAIX Arms designed equipment functioned in combat, and his men would be quite busy both supporting their Myakkan friends and other allies; as well as monitoring how well the equipment functioned. It was expected that the donated equipment types would function well, but this combat test was crucial.

OOC: Myakka, feel free to distribute my donated weapons to your forces in whatever manner you like.

OOC: Until Mioya sends his delegate, Paras will talk to the other delegates. I'm assuming that Salzland's delegate is already at the old schoolhouse.

Lucian Paras sat in the limosuine with a book of poetry in his hand while the chauffer sped across the somewhat crowded streets of Saranopolis towards the old schoolhouse which Paras himself chose as the meeting grounds because he felt it would have been something different then the Regency headquarters and it was because no Communist spies would have suspected it being the site of the meeting so they could run over and wipe out their enemies' leaders in one fell swoop; Paras deduced that the Communists would never think about such things and felt confident in that he made the right decisions. As the limosuine sped on, Paras looked out the window to see the people walking down the streets and he smiled. He was waging war not for his own benefit but for the sakes of the Myakkan people who were sick and tired of being under the Red yoke. It surprised him that the world's many Communist nations never really seem to came to the aid of the Myakkan Revolution despite their common exhortations to people to always fight for one another's revolutions. It was as if they were selectivists who waged war for only those revolutions which really mattered; like those people who wanted colonies in only certain places because of access to natural resources and waterways. Paras, however, could care less what the world's Communists thought because he loathed them all even if some of them were relatively benevolent people. He was a devoted Monarchist, a Myakkan nationalist, and a vehement anti-Communist who waged war against the Reds for the sake of revenge; he was, indeed, one of those men who never thought the miniature ideologists of the Communist school who were relatively obscure in Myakka in decades past would have emerged like this but he was more than prepared to smash them back into obscurity or even extinction should Fortune will it. It was easy to tell who Paras was. He would always be in the military uniform that he recieved during his service in the Good Old Cause as the Monarchists of the first conflict once called their cause and was known for his generally Aryan features and his muscular frame that often enticed the women. His eyes cast a cold happiness among people while his handshake was always firm even if he wasn't in the mood or what may be the case. In his pocket he would carry a wallet filled with pictures of his beloved family who were living in Saranopolis with him. He had his wife, his son and little girl living in relative comfort and that made them all very glad. In his wallet he would also have some other trinkets including old money from the pre-Revolution days and a credit card pretty much frozen. Once the limosuine finally stopped at the schoolhouse, Lucian Paras adjusted his hat and walked out of the vehicle with a smile upon his face. He walked into the schoolhouse with a stoic look upon his face and with his eyes fixated on the legacies of the schoolhouse's former purpose. On bulletin boards he could see posters telling people about various fundraisers and the like which never got the chance to begin. There were old books left all over the place with titles such as: "The Foundation of Myakka" which, in one copy, had some boy's love note to some girl which was never sent. It made him smile but then it made him angered. It was the Reds who ruined the lives of these children. They would pay for their sins.

Lucian reached the meeting room with the smile still on his face and his hands dugged deep into the pockets of his uniform while the hat covered some of his face. He looked more like one of those carefree private investigators one would call upon when their daughter went missing or like one of those people you'd see loitering around a store or some gazebo. He looked rather stoic and emotionless but yet his tone of voice suggested the presence of emotion. "It's a pleasure to meet you all at last. I am Lucian Paras."

Lucian took off his hat and smiled at the delegates. To him these were his comrades at arms who were fighting for his people as if they were their own and this could only bring them into Paras' book of commendation. Lucian took his seat at the round table and examined his surroundings with his blue eyes; a traditional symbol of those Myakkans considered to have Aryan looks. Had this been some racialist nation, Paras would have been well liked but this was a nation shattered, a nation torn apart, a nation under siege. It was possible to see the Monarchist emblem proudly displayed upon his uniform; the old green cross which many fought for during the Middle Ages. Paras himself, it was said, descended from one of those old Medieval knights and the blood of the knight coursed through his family's veins. "I have called you all here because I think we can all work together for the common good of the people of Myakka. My plan is to merge all our forces into one and launch a massive assault against the Communists; we shall have our vengeance against these foolish knaves and hellbound curs."

Paras seemed rather serious although he didn't look the part. He looked more like an Inspector Columbo figure than that of a stern and coldhearted military leader and he didn't seem to be ashamed of this. Everyone knew Paras was a ruthless Machiavellian sort of man who considered leading the Restoration to be his finest hour of life. "We shall also use any sea forces we may have for this assault; it is well known that many Myakkan Revolutionary Navy ships have defected to the Restoration and renamed themselves back to their old names or to new names of Monarchist liking which really makes us have good hopes for the future. The same can be said of the Air Force and of the Military Command. Those Reds are losing many people to our cause because they all know only we can guide Myakka to peace; only we, our grand alliance, can bring peace to the people."

Paras smiled. "The essentials of the assault are numerous but can be made to look like only three exist and what are these three essentials? They are as follows: 1. The destruction of Communist communications. 2. The destruction of Communist supply routes. 3. The destruction of Communist morale. Once we ensure the destruction of all three, we shall see the Reds cower before our might or vainly fight us for the sake of the survival of their hypocrisy; we all know that Communists are oligarchs. I shall now take suggestions from any of you who wish to propose any ideas to the rest of us. We should all work together so let us not dissolve into bitter debate, alright?"

ooc an you not going to say one thing about my attacks to them in those talks how rude

Tzu listened to the suggestions as he removed his slouch hat and placed it on his knee as he thought about the operations. He thought about Rathma and his boys behind the lines already. Could he suggest that VATO Forces had already made plans to make raids behind the lines? Could he risk the lives of men that have fallen behind the lines to aid in the counter-attack they were planning?

"VATO Forces can easily gain control of the seas around Myakka and air superitory over the seas," started Tzu. "However, before I came to this conference, I was given a plan that could land a division of men behind the lines close to the capital as well as a company of armour for support which can make the Reds turn around. Now, as a suggestion," started Tzu. "What if we open up our first major front which is the combine forces, but before we do that," Tzu took out his sword and made a rough outline of Myakka on a board of wood before he placed two 'X's on the board. One near the coast and another more inland close to a box. "We drop in a division or two of infantry alongside armour support behind the lines which makes an attack thus, they turn around to see what is happening. While this is happening, a combine naval assault will take out their major dockyard thus, they turn to face the other assault thus they'll get worried. When the naval assault happens, our major assault happens and the Communist Forces will have three forces to face off," Tzu draws an arrow heading towards a box which is meant to be the capital. "The box is the capital, with the fronts opened, we box the enemy in while they fight three fronts until finally, all fronts become one encirclement around the capital. With the seas in our control, the air should be ours by then, all we have to do then is to storm the capital and wipe out the Reds," finished Tzu. "It might sound simple, but with them looking three different ways, one front will crack wide open and eventually the others will follow it,"

Tzu took a moment to sit back before he thought og the next thing.

"While we're talking about raids, I've already sent a company of Lynion Assassin's behind the lines to disrupt supply routes, take down Communist Officals and Officers as well as try and take down their communications," added Tzu.


OOC: Imperial isa, I think he'll be getting to that in a few moments.

ooc i hope you leaned to keep your monsters out when threads are not mixed with fantasy

OOC: I have. I'll be using simple naval tactics and submarine tactics to own the seas.

After Lucian Paras' address, General Howard stood and waited to be recognized. Once he was, he began to speak to the assembled officers.

"Gentlemen, Salzland has one request for this operation. We would like to be positioned on the Eastern flank of the offensive. The terrain is ideally suited to maneuvering our heavy Armored units, and provides little protection against air attack for the Red tank divisions. In all honesty, the Eastern flank is the only area where the full strength of the Salzland deployment may be brought to bear."

He continued, "Here, we can deploy all of our thirty thousand plus Armored vehicles, and hit the enemy with our full might. If you were to send us in to a different area, my troops would be committed piecemeal, forcing us to grind forward a handful of kilometers a day and giving the enemy time to reinforce, resupply and dig defensive positions. Give me the East, and I will break the backs of the Communists and bury them in steel coffins. We will use the same strategy the Reds did in the first war, and smash them with it."

Lucian Paras decided to keep silent as he listened to the delegates speak about their own unique plans for the attack on the Communists; his eyes simply looking upon whoever was talking with a sense of simplistic calmness. He did, however, speak when Tzu mentioned that some of Lynion's best were behind enemy lines. "It is essential that we keep the highest ranking officers and leaders, Tzu, alive so we may put them on trial for crimes. All of them need to be punished by the sword of the people; the people demand justice. As for your plan, I must say it does sound interesting but is it possible to merge it with that of General Howard? It would be best, I think, for his men to be placed in the East where they may be used to the fullest extent. It is essential that all of our men are used to the fullest extent."

Paras then thought of something he had heard about some time ago. "There were apparently missle attacks committed by the Imperial nation some time ago upon the capital, Marianopolis. I would think that we should consult these Imperials and ask them to join us in our quest to free Myakka. It is better for all of us to work together then to be divided. Division, friends, is what the Communist wants. He wants us to be divided. What we shall give him is division....but the division of his head from the neck."

With a smirk upon his face, Lucian Paras continued to speak. "The goal of the Myakkan Restoration is the complete restoration of the Monarchy under the banner of a constitutional monarchy instead of a mere restoration of the days of royal absolutism. The goal of the Restoration is also to restore human rights to Myakka's people; the rights which the so called oppressors, our Emperors, gave to us. We are fighting for the sakes of Myakkan women and children as well for many of them are suffering as we speak. It is essential that Communism be smashed into bits so small that no one shall ever see them...that are too small even for a mouse. Once this is complete, we shall look upon these days with pride and tell fanciful stories to our grandchildren. I wish our men all the best. Now, does anyone here have anything else to say? I am open to ideas and the like."

Under the sea surface

under the waves Twenty Abyss Monsters (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20Navy-Army-Air%20Forces/Abyss Monster BallisticMissileClassSu.jpg) slowly Cruised far out to sea long the line of the coast ,setting to fire off their Upgraded Trident D-5 Strategic Ballistic Missiles that each now carried 14 Multi-Fusion Warheads that had a 200ft (61m) Blast Radius

"To the leadership of the Lynionese, Lamonian, Mioyan, and Salzlander forces in Myakka at the current time,

As you all know, we have long been in a stalemate with the Communists who have been quite stubborn with their stiff resistance to our forces who struggle every day to liberate the masses. It is my decision that we should convene a meeting of our leaders and top brass in the city of Saranopolis where we shall discuss how we shall work together in our new operation, Operation Glorious Vengeance. Our plan is to assemble a massive army composed of all of our avaliable forces which shall cross the Communist border and lay waste to our foes. Our goal is the capture of Marianopolis, our capital, and the complete restoration of the Monarchy alongside the creation of a constitutional monarchist government that shall ensure the safety of all Myakkans. It is our hope that we may all come together for the sake of peace and that, in unison, the Communists shall wish that they never tried to put the shackles of hypocritical tyranny upon us. I await your responses with trepidation.

Signed,
L. Paras."

Interim President Benjamin Yoemon had just received word of the summons to a meeting in Myakka a few hours back, and the decision was being made as to who would represent his country in the meeting. He could think of a few people who would make sense but the large majority of them were already occupied or just unavailable.

Morys Tyrell, his Secretary of State Affairs, was sick.

His country’s government had no Vice President, and the sitting Assembly Chairman was involved in some internal business.

In the end, he decided he would go himself, in utmost secrecy, and represent the Republic in the best way he could manage. Within a few hours, a civilian airlines plane set out with him and a small entourage aboard. Ahead of them was sent a brief reply.

For: L. Paras
From: Mioya

Sir,

I will be arriving as soon as possible.

Respectfully,
B. Yoemon

"We should be able to open the Eastern Flank, I can't see why we can't as long we have the supplies to do so," replied Tzu as he thought about General Howards plan. "I have nothing against the plan and I can inform the raiders to capture key officals and officers instead of killing them," finished Tzu as he sat back for a moment. "Besides that, I've got nothing left to question about,"

Tzu sat back as he waited for a response. He felt his PDA rumble for a moment before turning it to silent. He wasn't going to check it there and then just in case it was something personnal and could be embassing.

"We should be able to open the Eastern Flank, I can't see why we can't as long we have the supplies to do so," replied Tzu as he thought about General Howards plan. "I have nothing against the plan and I can inform the raiders to capture key officals and officers instead of killing them," finished Tzu as he sat back for a moment. "Besides that, I've got nothing left to question about,"

Tzu sat back as he waited for a response. He felt his PDA rumble for a moment before turning it to silent. He wasn't going to check it there and then just in case it was something personnal and could be embassing.

Lucian Paras had been pacing around the room as he listened to Tzu speak; he was focused on how he would crush the Communists and restore what was once in Myakka. "We must ask all of you to not kill any high Communist leader especially the current leaders of their so called Revolutionary State...you will leave their fates in the hands of my men so we may put them on trial and, if need be, end their lives ourselves."

Paras smirked while grasping his hands behind his back. "I believe we should start the massive assault in the next couple of days with a week being the latest. We must end this war now before any more lives are lost and broken. Gentleman, our noble undertaking shall bring about the revival of peace and the return of Myakka to responsible government."

In the end, he decided he would go himself, in utmost secrecy, and represent the Republic in the best way he could manage. Within a few hours, a civilian airlines plane set out with him and a small entourage aboard. Ahead of them was sent a brief reply.

For: L. Paras
From: Mioya

Sir,

I will be arriving as soon as possible.

Respectfully,
B. Yoemon

For: B. Yoemon
From: L. Paras

Sir,

I await your arrival.

Signed,
L. Paras

Jim held his Rilfe pointing it at three females and four males they had taken an one of the females was carrying on about how the pigs would pay

"shut the fuck up bitch" Jim say as he used his rifle butt to knock out the female who was only 16 as dress in BDUS like the others

"fucking hard core red bitchs" he mutters as he picks her up and carrys her as the other four who had been drop in to join him and the other soldier make the others get and start walking

"I can get the boys not to kill any key officals and officers but instead capture them and we'll bring them to trail for you," finished Tzu. "I can understand why you want it this way,"

Behind the lines

Rathma had recieved word that assassination was out of the question. He looked to face the others as they each took a crete and started for their old hiding place and hopefully, it was still abandon just like they left it.

"Ok boys," started Rathma as his armour plating around his neck lowered. "We got word that we have to capture those buggers instead of killing them. Don't kill them just capture them," finished Rathma.

"I can get the boys not to kill any key officals and officers but instead capture them and we'll bring them to trail for you," finished Tzu. "I can understand why you want it this way,"

Lucian Paras smiled. "We will put them on trial for the multitude of horrid offences which they have committed against this nation and its people and we shall not spare them from the punishments they justly deserve. Some will be pardoned by His Majesty's Decree but the rest shall suffer as they deserve to. Any questions from anyone here about anything in particular?"

two Chinook came into and ans soon the the seven taken in a raid where load onto one which lifted off and head back it came as the second was hook up to the M21

"sir m21 hooked up and readly to get the hell out of here"said Jim

"good ok pilot"said the LT as the Chinook started to rise into the air the M21 left the ground

"dog one to storm one returning now" Radios pilot the Chinook turn and head back it came carrying Jim and the troop away form Myakka for good

"My contingent of advisers and trainers would constitute up to one division of straight-leg infantry. We never really planned on doing combat with this group, but we are able to fight if needed." General Hamsher was indeed noted for his fighting ability, but he also did not want to go against the wishes of his own government.

"My contingent of advisers and trainers would constitute up to one division of straight-leg infantry. We never really planned on doing combat with this group, but we are able to fight if needed." General Hamsher was indeed noted for his fighting ability, but he also did not want to go against the wishes of his own government.

OOC: Imperial....I don't think it's good for you to just be taking my soldiers like that but, if they are prisoners of war, I expect them repatriated.

"...That division's assistance in our assault would be appreciated, General, as would any assistance that the Lamonian Armed Forces in Myakka can provide us in these times of ours. I look forward to seeing all of our soldiers in action."

OOC: This post here just deals with assassinations, character side stories and so forth that I've been storing in my mind for a while.

There are some people you just can not trust in the world and many people will tell you that it is asinine to trust anyone at all. This has always been the case especially in Myakka where everyone could be a Communist spy or a Monarchist partisan. Both sides had spies entrenched in the other and not all of them enjoyed life for too long after being exposed. The Monarchists did not know that a Red spy had already infiltrated their network with valuable information being sent from her to the Communists. She had been hired as a secretary who knew how to get men to confess that their superiors had plans. It was not hard for the swaying frame of the female body to convince a man to confess something since not every man is immune to its effects. Through her methods, she discovered that the Mioyan President was visiting Myakka in the coming days and this made her intrigued. She wasn't a real Communist because financial problems forced her into this line of work and she felt that if she sent them this information....they would pay her off handsomely and let her leave this line of work for good. In essence, the Mioyan leader's life would be exchanged for thirty pieces of silver in a small little pouch. She took out her laptop as she sat in the city streets and began to type away a message with all the valuable information encoded into it before she began walking to a colleague's apartment. She had promised to have a rendezvous with him in exchange for the final bit of information. He wasn't much into doing it at the office and rather craved the privacy of the apartment. The girl knew that any of these men could blackmail her or whatever but why would they? They would be severly punished for how they gave her information just because she knew how to get their pants off in the office. They would lose everything to the secret police which had been hastily created for the destruction of traitors and other undesirable elements. She entered the apartment and went to the man's suite; knocking on the door softly but hard enough to make him know someone was there. When he answered....she went to work.

The headquarters of the Communist Party was one of those high tech complexes you often hear about in science fiction stories due to its use of large computers with high definition screens. On one of these screens came the girl's information about the Mioyan President's planned visit along with recommendations. There was only one recommendation: Kill. Her superiors in the Revolutionary Intelligence Agency decided that it would be best to assemble an assassination cell to welcome the President but they decided to refrain against attacking the other leaders until more information about them could be discovered. They had promised the girl her freedom but they were considering using her to find information about the others for the purpose of eliminating them all. The girl would never know as she was being worked on that she may have just been lied to. What could she do anyway? She was nothing to them.

Elizabeth sat on the bus as it sped across the crowded streets towards her neighborhood where she lived with her stepparents and best friend and although it was great to have such living accomodations, she never wanted them because she wanted to be with her parents. She loathed the Imperials and the Communists so much that she didn't want to think about them but they always seemed to get into her mind. The bus was not really filled that day since only a few people got onto it and those who did included an old lady who sat next to Elizabeth and said how cute she was and how she reminded her of her own granddaughter when she was that age. Elizabeth simply smiled and eventually got out of the bus unwittingly where a Fascist protest was ongoing. She didn't know much about the Fascists save for their violent rants and watched their leader, Makain Gelmer, rant about how the time had come for Communism to crumble. That really made Elizabeth happy in a sense although she didn't want to believe in Fascism. She didn't want to care about politics at the tender age of fourteen. The only reason she even knew about it all was because she was forced by necessity to be a member of that Communist youth group, that is, her mother forced her in because she didn't want her daughter to be an outcast. Elizabeth looked around for a moment before noticing something shiny on a roof which made her look at it for a while. She noticed a little red dot going around upon her which made her nervous but then it went onto Gelmer's head. In a few seconds she heard a noise and then heard screams as Gelmer's head nearly exploded right in front of her with the blood and guts sprayed everywhere from the central site. She ran for her life as the Communists charged into battle against the Fascists and tried her best to get somewhere safe. Two Communist soldiers began chasing her as if she were a Fascist spy but she happened to be saved, by luck, when those two soldiers were shot by Fascists. Elizabeth noticed that all the running had made her bump into a Communist police officer who examined her closely before giving her a warm smile. "....You must be lost...do you want me to help you find your parents?"

Elizabeth went along with the story and allowed the man to take her to the police station where it seemed a lot of honest men were around. Sure, they were Communists, but not all of them were hypocritical monsters. These men were former police officers from pre-Communist Myakka who only joined to save their own livelihoods. Elizabeth was asked about her parents and she gave them a story about how she got lost from the family when they were out for a walk. The officer knew she'd be a prime target for the disgusting elements of society in the city so he decided to take her swiftly home himself in a squad car redecorated under the auspieces of the Party. Elizabeth sat where the criminals would be made to sit and listened to the police officer talk to her in a fatherly kind of voice. "...Just sit tight and I'll get you home. Don't think I'm one of those perverted freaks.....some of us...Reds...enjoy actually serving the people. I used to be an officer back when the Emperor reigned but now I'm what you see here."

Eventually they did reach her house with the stepparents and best friend hopeful that Elizabeth got out of the Fascist-Communist skirmish alive and well since it was right on the route of the bus she was taking back home. When she arrived with the police officer, suspicions arose that the officer had raped her before taking her home so as to not make himself look like a perverted freak but they soon were told, by Elizabeth, that the man was an ideal officer of the law. He simply rubbed the back of his neck, since he heard Elizabeth's praises, and wished her well with a smile. All seemed well for the young lady.

OOC: More later....

Outside the capital

Rathma and his men bought the equipment towards a small dense forest where they could see the capital from a far distance. David looked around as he carried a crete which had a sniper rifle which was given to Jaxson. Rathma looked down on the capital and watched it for a few moments. He looked back on his past as he remembered the capital before it fell into the hands of the Reds.

"What are you thinking?" asked David as he joined Ratham as they over looked the capital.

"I'm going into the capital," replied Rathma as David was about to gather the men to go with them. "Alone if you don't mind,"

"Are you going to be armed?" asked Daivd.

"I've got a long sword, a sonic blaster and two pistols including heaps of clips," replied Rathma. "Besides we need to figure out where everything is. Once I signal you back, enter the city at the point I'll tell you,"

Ratham took a dark cloak and put it on as it hid his face and covered his mechainical legs. David couldn't do anything as they sat on top of the hill as they watched Rathma start to head into the capital. They didn't worry about him as Rathma could take care of himself.

Close to the capital

Rathma came closer to the capital and rubbed off the camo paint across his face with some water. He checked himself over again as he washed his face before covering it again. He was careful not to change into a werewolf as he entered the capital. He wasn't sure where he was but the capital looked busy with something going on.

Night had fallen across Marianopolis after the events of the riots with most of the people save for the prostitutes and drunkards running rampant outside at the taverns and back alleys they so often frequented while the other people tried to sleep and get some rest. Some people were looking out from balconies at the moonlight and the stars while others were being a bit romantic and staying up later than usual. It was not hard to hear from open windows the conversations of people or the recitation of words they planned to put in their private journals. The city looked calm in the night with Red banners flying around everywhere and with old cathedrals and palaces falling into being forgotten by the people who were forced to accept that these places were icons of the old regime and thus could never be cared for lest one was a traitor to the Revolution. Stern soldiers walked the streets with their hands tightly gripping assault rifles with some people standing outside to look at them. Elizabeth was looking outside with her diary in her hands and in nothing more than a light green nightgown while her stepsister was busy talking to her about how she missed the good old days they used to have; both were out on the balcony and easily visible. Elizabeth noticed a man in a dark cloak stalking around and was perplexed; he couldn't have been one of those friars since all of them were banished. Was he a Monarchist spy? A pervert? A prostitute trying to flee from a brothel? All of those were possible. She simply watched the man and wondered if he knew she was staring at him or that just up ahead was a bunch of Communist soldiers who, if need be, would kill a man on sight.

Rathma suddenly stopped for a moment as he noticed soldiers were coming for him. He didn't move or flinched as he noticed a young girl was sitting out by the balcony with her little sibling. He took pity on her and watched the Communist soldiers come forward as he wondered what to do next. Rathma looked to the house with the little girl and went straight towards it before vanishing into thin air by climbing into a nearby blind spot which he hoped would allow him to hide until the Communist Soldiers went past him.

Rathma suddenly stopped for a moment as he noticed soldiers were coming for him. He didn't move or flinched as he noticed a young girl was sitting out by the balcony with her little sibling. He took pity on her and watched the Communist soldiers come forward as he wondered what to do next. Rathma looked to the house with the little girl and went straight towards it before vanishing into thin air by climbing into a nearby blind spot which he hoped would allow him to hide until the Communist Soldiers went past him.

The Communist soldiers went past the house while Elizabeth and her stepsister walked inside to their bedroom where they noticed the man in the dark cloak standing there. Elizabeth felt her entire body go into paralysis while her stepsister stood her ground and demanded to know who the man was lest she call upon her parents and report the man to the Communist authorities who, despite their own perversions, would have been more than happy to condemn him to death for what they themselves took pleasure in doing in secret. "I demand you tell me who you are at once! Are you a pervert?! Tell us! I'll call my parents!"

Elizabeth's mind began to be filled with all sorts of ideas. What if this man was one of the sex offenders who escaped prison due to the Revolution? What if he was a Monarchist spy whose presence could send her and her adoptive family to their demises? What if he was a bandit? Who was this man and why was he even here? She began to speak after a while: "...Sir...if you want one of us to do something for you....then I will do it. Please don't hurt my step-sister....or our parents.....I'll go with you if you need one of us. If you don't need any of us then please tell us why you are here."

The throaty roar of over ten thousand diesel engines propelling the machines of war towards battle echoed for dozens of miles, as the Salzland Defense Forces land detachment prepared to once again do battle with the Soviet Myakkan menace. The Air Force was already engaged in suppressing the Soviet fighter regiments in-theater and bombing targets of opportunity, while the Navy was preparing to co-ordinate a massive cruise missile barrage with the Lynion Navy, as well as sweep the seas clean of any remaining Soviet naval vessels. It would only be a short time until the Marines entered the conflict as well, something which was eagerly anticipated by the entire detachment, to a man.

Despite winning a tactical victory on their front during the First Myakkan War, the Soviets had pushed down the East Coast, sweeping the Monarchists before them, and eventually forcing the withdrawl of the Salzland contingent and winning the war. This time, the Salzland Defense Forces has won the honor of returning the favor: unleashing an undeniably massive Armored and Mechanized Infantry assault along the flat Eastern plains with the aim of smashing the bulk of the Red Army's Armored divisions, which were deployed to prevent such an attack. The final elements of this 80-division assault were finally reaching their jump-off points, stationed along a front hundreds of miles long.

Once the 'Go' order was given, these units would unleash a massive artillery salvo fired by thousands of guns, aimed at breaking the local Command and Control and morale of the Soviet defenders. Then nearly 800,000 fighting men and women would begin a drive which would hopefully end at the Northern Coast of Myakka, literally pushing the last Communist loyalists into the sea. All that remained were last-minute redistributions of ammunition, and the wait for the order to deploy from the Monarchist High Command.

The Communist soldiers went past the house while Elizabeth and her stepsister walked inside to their bedroom where they noticed the man in the dark cloak standing there. Elizabeth felt her entire body go into paralysis while her stepsister stood her ground and demanded to know who the man was lest she call upon her parents and report the man to the Communist authorities who, despite their own perversions, would have been more than happy to condemn him to death for what they themselves took pleasure in doing in secret. "I demand you tell me who you are at once! Are you a pervert?! Tell us! I'll call my parents!"

Elizabeth's mind began to be filled with all sorts of ideas. What if this man was one of the sex offenders who escaped prison due to the Revolution? What if he was a Monarchist spy whose presence could send her and her adoptive family to their demises? What if he was a bandit? Who was this man and why was he even here? She began to speak after a while: "...Sir...if you want one of us to do something for you....then I will do it. Please don't hurt my step-sister....or our parents.....I'll go with you if you need one of us. If you don't need any of us then please tell us why you are here."

Rathma watched as the Communist soldiers went past the house before two girls entered the room. He looked at them and then back to the window before stepping behind a wall to avoid being seen on the ground by any fellow that might be lurking about. He realised his efforts could be wasted as the little girl threaten to call her parents before he realised what they were scared of.

"Little girl," started Rathma's deep voice as he turned to face them. "I'm not a pervet nor a bandit nor a Communist nor a Monarchist Spy. I'm not like the Communist that take pride with young girls. I've being in these parts before the Communists were here and I was part of those left behind. Do you know who I am?" finished Rathma.

"Little girl," started Rathma's deep voice as he turned to face them. "I'm not a pervet nor a bandit nor a Communist nor a Monarchist Spy. I'm not like the Communist that take pride with young girls. I've being in these parts before the Communists were here and I was part of those left behind. Do you know who I am?" finished Rathma.

"...How would we know who you are?! We've never seen you before! Tell us who you are now!"

Elizabeth calmed down her step-sister before she began to talk to Rathma in a gentle voice that suggested a nervously reluctant acceptance mixed with the gentle refined tone of voice found in noblewomen. "...I do not know who you are but if you explain everything to us then we will not call upon our parents unless you give us due reason to do so. Why are you even in the city? Why did you not want the Reds to see you? Who are you?"

a FFR-34B (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20Navy-Army-Air%20Forces/FFR-34ASuperSylphInterceptor.jpg) Cruising at Mach 1.65 at a altitude of 16, 000 meters close to Sarakel was heading back to a carrier when the a message flash up on the Pilot display screen

"Vith we just lost therecon pod from it's hardpoint"said the Pilot to the co-pilot
"great how in Oblivion that happen"asked the co-pilot
'don't know find out when we land make on the map where we were so we can go find it"said Pilot

Hours later
"Jim you be jumping out of C-2 Greyhound near the village of Sarakel as it was close to the flight path of the fighter, once you land you are to find and call in a bire to pick you and the pod up,if you can call for a pick up you are to blow up the pod and go into hiding till it safe for you to be pick up"said the captain of the carrier

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a side door of the Greyhound opens and Jim jump out opening the parachute a hour after leaving the plane soon he be near the ground
"vith not the greenhouse" Jim say to himself as the wind blows him near it

"...How would we know who you are?! We've never seen you before! Tell us who you are now!"

Elizabeth calmed down her step-sister before she began to talk to Rathma in a gentle voice that suggested a nervously reluctant acceptance mixed with the gentle refined tone of voice found in noblewomen. "...I do not know who you are but if you explain everything to us then we will not call upon our parents unless you give us due reason to do so. Why are you even in the city? Why did you not want the Reds to see you? Who are you?"

"You do not know me then?" smiled Rathma. "It is better that way that way you are being honest to the Communist Forces,"

Rathma looked around the room as his left hand went into his cloak and removed a bullet from the magazine of his pistol. He pulled his hand back out as he flicked the bullet into the air before catching it again. The bullet was placed into his mechanised fingers as he pulled back his hood to show a werewolf head.

"I can only tell you this," started Rathma as he came over to the girl and kneed to her height. "I'll give you this one warning. When darkness falls over this city and the moon rises to its highest spot in the sky (OOC: Midnight) the clanking of movement will be heard and the history will repeat itself for the last time before my time ends. Best you gather your things and family and run for the hills. Now," finished Rathma as he went over to the balcony. "Its best you don't find out my name to avoid any flaws. I want you to wait a minute, then scream and either run to your parents or run outside to the Communist and inform them that a pervet entered your room and escaped. You'll add that he threaten your life if you told anyone. Got that?" finished Rathma.

He didn't bother to wait any longer and vanished into the night sky while leaving the bullet on her bed with the blood red colour as its coating. Rathma jumped into the alley below him and vanished into thin air again like he always did.

Meanwhile

At another entry point to the city, the other assassin's had gathered and were preparing to figure out a way to get into the city without being noticed. David looked over the city entry as they awaited for the signal from Rathma who was still inside the city.

"Where is he?" muttered David before turning around and noticing a dark cloak fellow come behind them. "Who..."

"Take it easy boys its just me, Rathma," replied Rathma as he removed his cloak and came beside them. "Now in a few minutes time, there's going to be some shouts for the soldiers. If this works out the way we want to, it show us where they'll be hiding their officers and government officals,"

"You do not know me then?" smiled Rathma. "It is better that way that way you are being honest to the Communist Forces,"

Rathma looked around the room as his left hand went into his cloak and removed a bullet from the magazine of his pistol. He pulled his hand back out as he flicked the bullet into the air before catching it again. The bullet was placed into his mechanised fingers as he pulled back his hood to show a werewolf head.

The two girls were amazed at the sight of Rathma's werewolf head. Neither of them believed much in the existence of non-human creatures such as the ones they often read about in Myakkan folklore or had heard about in science fiction movies that the theatres used to show before the Revolution. Nervous and confused, the girls stood there with their eyes scanning Rathma, in fact, studying him as if they were scholars looking at an ancient parchment. "...You can't be....how.....what's with your head?" Elizabeth's stepsister asked softly.

"I can only tell you this," started Rathma as he came over to the girl and kneed to her height. "I'll give you this one warning. When darkness falls over this city and the moon rises to its highest spot in the sky (OOC: Midnight) the clanking of movement will be heard and the history will repeat itself for the last time before my time ends. Best you gather your things and family and run for the hills. Now," finished Rathma as he went over to the balcony. "Its best you don't find out my name to avoid any flaws. I want you to wait a minute, then scream and either run to your parents or run outside to the Communist and inform them that a pervet entered your room and escaped. You'll add that he threaten your life if you told anyone. Got that?" finished Rathma.

Both girls nodded their heads as they memorized the story Rathma was telling them to give to the parents or the soldiers so that they would not spoil Rathma's plans and unwittingly shatter them for him. They both stated simply how they would tell the story exactly as Rathma had told them to do and that he had nothing to fear about it. Elizabeth decided she would be the one who the "pervert" had wanted and that her stepsister was trying to protect her from the man. The story did have logic to it. Many perverts used the Revolution as a chance to go around and snatch girls from their families. Elizabeth's step-parents, therefore, would most likely have believed her; after all it was entirely possible.

He didn't bother to wait any longer and vanished into the night sky while leaving the bullet on her bed with the blood red colour as its coating. Rathma jumped into the alley below him and vanished into thin air again like he always did.

Once Rathma departed from the two girls, Elizabeth let out a shrill shriek at the top of her lungs that woke up her parents and possibly was heard throughout the neighborhood with Communist soldiers rushing to the site. Not all Communists, it can be said, were perverted freaks. Many of them may have been traitors to the legitimate government but at least they had hearts. Elizabeth's stepfather burst into the room and tried to comfort Elizabeth who was bursting into tears and telling her step-parents how a pervert had escaped and threatened her life. Her stepfather grew enraged and went out to see the Communists. Elizabeth, however, was asked for a description of the man. Hastily, she gave them one and the soldiers went out to investigate while Elizabeth continued to feign those bitter tears and the mental anguish. She was a good actress as her biological father once said. Everyone stayed up late that night at the Kolezek family household under the alleged pretext of a pervert's late night attempt to snatch Elizabeth. Soldiers were more so around the house and their stern looks mixed with their determination to apprehend the "pervert" and execute him or at least give him a good old fashioned beating of much severity and brutality. Elizabeth noticed the moon rise in the distance and noticed how it was nearing midnight; Rathma had come at around 11:30 PM Myakkan time. Remembering what Rathma had told her to do, Elizabeth gathered up her family and begged them to go with her out of the city. The soldiers eventually left and Elizabeth continued to beg them to go with her but they didn't think it was necessary; her father thinking that she was simply afraid of another attack. Elizabeth couldn't bear it any more and thus she confessed the truth. Her stepparents, briefly considering this truth, decided it was best to head out. They packed most of their things including the portrait of Elizabeth's first family and calmly left the city in the family car while the rest of the town slept. The car was able to get past the security blockades and the guard depots and eventually it went past the sign that said: "Welcome to Marianopolis: The City of the Holy Virgin."

OOC: This part of the post is going into a flashback or two about the Revolution. The whole reason I am using Elizabeth, etc is because I wanted to show people how the conflict is viewed by average citizens instead of royalty and military brass. I'm quite fond of portraying the story through different lenses, so to speak.

Elizabeth remembered when her parents first took her to live in the city after they had spent their lives in a small little town because her father recieved a good job offer from a company headquartered in the capital. She remembered as her parents drove towards the hills how the city, Marianopolis, first looked to her when she was twelve years old. The city was a magnificent metropolis filled with all sorts of people and buildings. She could remember how she saw the Imperial Palace for the first time in person and how she dreamt, that day, of meeting the Imperial Family in person. She remembered how she saw St. Mary's Cathedral where royal coronations, weddings, and funerals had been held for several centuries and where the leader of the Reformed Church was ordained and where he would, at times, hold Mass according to the Calvinist tradition. The glorious city, christened for the world's most famous virgin, was nothing short of spectacular for little Lizzie, as she was called by people she knew, and for two years she lived there in peace. Then, without warning, the riots came. Students (http://img0.liveinternet.ru/images/attach/b/3/28/274/28274281_DissentersMarchNationalBolshevikFlags.jpg) marched in the streets with their slogans and banners and they called vigorously for the abolition of the Monarchy and the transformation of Myakka into a Communist state. Elizabeth remembered how her father once remarked: "...If Myakka turns Communist....will it actually look Communist?"

Her father was one of those intellectual types but he was well known for muscular physique which made the ladies of Marianopolis jealous of his wife who was frail but strong when it came to defending herself from people. Elizabeth's father often studied the Communist movement ever since it came out of obscurity in the late 1970s and usually would tell people how much Communism only worked in theory rather than in practice. When the Revolution began with the seizure of the Northern provinces, Elizabeth remembered her father saying: "...The time has come, Elizabeth, for the soldiers of Myakka to defend our homeland against....our own brothers."

She remembered the stories of bloodshed and carnage that were spreading like wildfire across the land with some of them too much to bear for her young mind. Her role model, Sabrina Saran, was called upon by both sides even if some of the Reds viewed her as a traitor to her class due to her aspirations to become royalty although, truth be told, she just wanted to stabilize her homeland. Was that a crime? Marianopolis fell under siege amidst the turmoil of the Revolution and Elizabeth remembered, as she found her new family walking towards what looked like an old and deserted (but oddly furnished) farm house, that her father once spoke to her as the bombs were going off and as the people screamed. Both of them were in one of the shelters and Elizabeth's father pulled out one of the books he managed to take from the house. It was a book of poetry that contained the poems of an old Myakkan poet of the 1800s. Elizabeth asked why her father had brought it and he said:

"....It brings me hope for a brighter tomorrow, Elizabeth.....hope for the idea that this whole conflict will end and that we will be able to live together in peace like we used to. This book, of poems written by Thomas Travelek, contains a verse or two that inspires me to hope....."

"...What would those verses be?"

"...Darkness has consumed the world,
there's no one left to speak to and I'm all alone, Lord,
but I see, faintly and under blurred vision, a little light,
and at first I doubted my ability to seek it out, would I fight,
for it? Yes, O Lord, I would fight for it. I'll charge at it,
and never lose my hope."

Elizabeth Garek and her parents all survived the Myakkan Revolution and began to live under new identities with her mother resigning herself to a life at home while her father joined a new Communist economic squad designed to repair the economy along Communist lines. She couldn't bear to remember any more....especially when she felt herself watching her parents' last moments before the Imperial missle attack. She saw her father looking over some pictures with her mother with smiles and laughs; pointing at Elizabeth when she was a toddler in the hands of her loving mother while her father made bunny ears behind her head. She could hear their last words before everything was consumed in horrid flames:

"....We've had a good life....haven't we, Sarah?"

"....Yes.....and I'm glad that I've spent it with you...."

Then, silence reigned amidst the flames. "Nothing's left. They're gone." Elizabeth uttered as she entered the farmhouse after just standing outside for a while.

Rathma wondered over to another part of the look out as he stood on the top of the hill and watched a small car leave the capital. Rathma stood with his cloak blowing with the wind as he turned to face his men. Now, it would be a matter of time before the skies would be lit up with transport carriers.

Meanwhile

The 18th Armour division and four divisions of infantry from VATO were getting onboard transport carriers which were to go above the clouds and land safely on the ground without damage. When the Coalition Forces push forward, VATO Forces will join them and punch a hole near the capital. It would be another day before the advancing units would arrive at their destination.

"great" Jim said in a low voice as he climbed out what was let of the greenhouse with Rifle rise after dropping the parachute

"echo nineteen Shadow is on the ground over" Jim radios back
"copy"

i wonder if Ruth ok and doing well Jim thinks as he moved out into the night for the recon pod

A cold wind came through the countryside as Elizabeth looked out the window of her bedroom to see the full moon shine in the distance while stars congregated around it and shined as brightly as they could. The trees moved with the gusts of wind while leaves fell from some of them to create little piles. Elizabeth was still sad about the loss of her parents but was contemplating, on this calm night, the conflict that was viewed merely as an extention of the Myakkan Civil War that had begun, many said, with the first set of skirmishes in the northern provinces. Elizabeth prayed with all her might for an end to the conflict and she hoped with all her might that she would hear on the news about how the conflict ended and how people were restarting their lives as peace was restored. She knew the full scope of the conflict and how the Communists and Monarchists were still at odds with each other after so much bloodshed and chaos that rivaled the Age of Chaos in which Gaspard Varan united the people and founded Myakka after years of warfare with his rivals. She sifted through the memories of her mind to see herself looking at a mural of Gaspard Varan's life story and how he looked fierce on one part of the mural with his sword going through an enemy's chest while his other hand was raised as a signal for his men to continue charging towards the enemies they were to kill. Elizabeth knew how Gaspard grew up in the Age of Chaos and how, in ways, they were alike. Both of them had much to go through during their lives. Returning to the memory of the mural, she noticed that some words were written in elegant calligraphy on a corner and it was stated that these words belonged to Gaspard himself: "...There is always a light in the distance. It is up to us to charge at it or fall back. I, all my life, have striven to charge at it."
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Lucian Paras walked around his personal study in the mansion that had been alloted to him and his family for them all to live in the city of Saranopolis; his hands were clenched behind his back while he wore his military uniform that he had worn before the Monarchists first surrendered to the Reds. His study was a relatively large and comfortable place with all sorts of adornments such as a bookshelf filled with novels and essays to a family portrait that was dated as being many months before the Revolution first began. He smiled whenever he looked at it but eventually his attention was drawn to reports that were on his desk. The massive armies of the Coalition were massed at the border with the Reds and his men, in particular, were basically very eager and looking forward to ending Communist rule once and for all with this massive assault. Paras knew that this assault, if it succeeded, would successfully end this conflict but, if it failed, the Restoration may end up a lost cause and he'd have to flee once again or stand his ground and die as a martyr for the Monarchist cause. It was him, after all, who carried on the war against Communism after the surrender and it was him who led the resistance to the notion of surrender because it was viewed as being unnecessary for a side that could still fight well. It was Myakka's Dolchstoßlegende and it would be etched permanently into the textbooks that succeeded the legendary work of Thomas Hozek's Encyclopedia of Myakkan History that was essentially banned by the Reds for its inability to conform with their views about Myakkan history as expressed in pamphlets and Communist books; many people joked that the Communist would never cease to view history as a conflict between classes even when class had nothing to do with some conflicts. To a Communist, they said, everything evil was essentially the fault of capitalists. God, they said, must have been the worst capitalist since all His houses, that is, His churches were being forgotten about. Paras knew about this although he was a devout agnostic. He didn't know if God existed or not and never really had any problems with his wife who called herself a simple theist without any religion. Paras' wife was probably preparing for bed as he walked around his study and he felt tempted, as he worked on the map at his desk, to go to her and make love to her before everything started but work came before sex in his mind. He wasn't a man who would slack off during a time such as this. He looked at the map and made little notes around the dots that symbolized key positions such as: "...Necessity demands we hold this place." He also would look over intelligence reports from agents that infiltrated the Communist side and saw how the reports suggested discord between elements in the Communist Armed Forces which, Paras immediately ordered, were to be ruthlessly exploited. He continued to work even after he saw his wife (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/7/78/MaryKatharineHam.jpg) walk into the room with nothing but her nightgown on to see how he was doing; she would hold onto his neck and rest her chin on his shoulder while her eyes scanned the map to see what he was working on. She was madly in love with Lucian ever since they first met and she, Madame Paras, was well known in Restorationist circles for the support she provided to the cause. Everyone knew how much she cared for her husband and children and many considered her to be the ideal woman. Some were even jealous of Lucian for having her but no one tried to take her from him. Friendship before wife envy, they said to one another, though none of them ceased to admire her looks or her intelligence. Lucian and his wife eventually went to bed that night but not before an order was sent to his associates to prepare for the assault to begin....the next day.

OOC: Paras' assault will begin tomorrow or sometime this week; depending on if I get enough time to get it started, etc.

Meanwhile

A fleet of aerail warships came over the border as silent as a mouse as they started to go higher towards the clouds to avoid their shadows from being seen. The advance scouting party had already found a good landing zone to drop off the men and armour support. The commander of the operation is Vamperial Headmaster Luvain who was determined to be the Headmaster of the Lynion Hunters. They were about two hours flight from the landing zone and they were hoping they wouldn't be able to come on radar.

Thomas was going to war, well, he would be going to war whenever the order was given for his regiment to head out and cross the border into Communist Myakka. His regiment was stationed in a border town, named Tarket, where he had been residing ever since he joined up following the beginning of the Restoration when he left his wife, Dinara, back in Saranopolis. She was one of the reasons he had gone out to fight and he knew she would be awaiting him anxiously and praying for his survival. Thomas walked down the streets of Tarket to see that not many people were on the streets save for his fellow soldiers who were either patrolling the streets or driving on tanks. He could see old posts where signs about missing children and items for sale would be put up for people to see. The Revolution and the subsequent civil war put many cases concerning missing children on hold and any new cases were simply not to be dealt with. Many parents were horrified but they had no choice to but live with it until peace was restored. Thomas knew that his girlfriend was with his first child and he wanted to be there for the woman he loved and for the son or daughter he would soon have. He noticed that his regiment was mobilizing and marching towards the road that led anyone straight into Communist Myakka. He followed them while looking at the picture of him with Dinara that he kept in his wallet and smiled. He was going to live, he thought, or going to end up dying on the battlefield. As he walked with his fellow soldiers, he noticed that they all stopped near the main road and that the officers were telling them to wait until the order from Saranopolis was given. Thomas was a bit eager to get into the swing of things; remembering the action he saw back when it all started. He remembered how he had, at first, being a worker at one of his family's friend's shops and how he met Dinara, a fellow employee, before they ended up marrying about three weeks before the Revolution. The wedding always made him happy even when death was all around him. Remembering it cleansed him of any sorrow or fear he could be feeling then. Eventually, Thomas' superiors recieved the following message from a secure channel: "....Go forth."

Thomas found himself marching into Communist Myakka along with thousands of men all across the border while messages were being sent to the allies of the Restoration to begin sending men into Communist Myakka; a million men or more were expected to cleanse the rest of Myakka of Red tyranny and bring peace back to the people. Thomas held his rifle tightly as he marched; knowing this could be, perhaps, his last stint in the military world.

OOC: Basically, everyone (Lynion, Lamoni, etc) should send their men into Communist Myakka.

Jaelle was going to kill someone or, at least, seduce them and lure them to their demise without them even knowing about her true intentions or how she was forced to work for the Communists lest she fall into the world of the homeless and penniless. A girl like her, beautiful and young, couldn't survive in such a world without resorting to questionable means of living in the brothels. Jaelle did, however, use questionable means to discover the whereabouts of Yoemon and she was now ordered to use them, again, on Yoemon. She was to seduce him, work on him so to speak, and then dispatch him and hide in the shadows while the police frantically searched for the murderer; although she never once, in her life, killed anyone. She didn't want to kill Yoemon but she had no choice to do so. She decided she would do this one job before she would go into hiding in the hope that the Communists wouldn't find her at all. She found that he was staying in a hotel in Saranopolis, he didn't arrive in time for the meeting apparently, and thus she decided that he would greet him as a representative, of sorts, from the Monarchist faction. She would make it look like Paras had sent her to talk to him about Mioyan-Myakkan relations and hopefully, she thought, he would buy it.

OOC: Mioya, I'm going to kill off Yoemon or try to, at least. Romandeos told me over MSN that you wanted his death to help fuel the turmoil in Mioya.

Under the sea surface

under the waves Twenty [/URL] slowly Cruised far out to sea long the line of the coast ,setting to fire off their Upgraded Trident D-5 Strategic Ballistic Missiles that each now carried 14 Multi-Fusion Warheads that had a 200ft (61m) Blast Radius

40 [URL="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/9/99/Trident_II_missile_image.jpg"]Trident (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20Navy-Army-Air%20Forces/Abyss Monster BallisticMissileClassSu.jpg) blast out from the sea heading for the Red making 560 Multi-Fusion Warheads bring put into the air by the Abyss Monsters crews for Red targets

Behind the lines

The transport carriers landed in a paddock about 30 kilometres from the capital. The aerial destroyers gave them cover as the armour divisions and infantry divisions stormed out of their carriers. The time had come to assault the Communists where it hurt them most. 2 Armoured divisions and 3 infantry divisions established a command post near their transport carriers as two armoured battalions and an infantry division started towards where Rathma boys were meant to be.

Outside the capital

Rathma and his band of Lynion Assassin's were about to strike fear into the hearts of the Communists. A PDA transmission had stated that VATO Forces were on the move to break the front wide opened.

"Let's give them something to think about eh?" asked David to Rathma.

Rathma locked his weapon for combat as he ordered the men to fan out as this fight might be their last. Rathma walked over to the city as he looked at it as the sun started to come up behind the city. With his men in the shadows waiting for the fight to start, Rathma stepped closer to the city and waited as he turned into a 1/2 machine and 1/2 werewolf.

ooc ok Lynion you doing it again the 3/4 machine and 1/4 werewolf. that more FT then MT or PMT

OOC: sorry, wrong combination that time. I've corrected it.

ooc that better thats more close to PMT in Bio implants

OOC: For some reason I was thinking of the wrong combination. Anyhow, lets move on.

OOC: For some reason I was thinking of the wrong combination. Anyhow, lets move on.

ooc lol and i would love to move on if i was not waiting to see what bring set up next

The stench of death filled the air with its pungent musk being an irritant to some of the soldiers that marched with Thomas past the site of the skirmish they had just endured with a Communist patrol. Thomas had killed the majority of the soldiers and was congratulated by his friends who knew he was a pretty good shot and an amiable fellow who always loved to help his friends. If he was fighting for Myakka, he thought, why wouldn't he help the others? It just sounded right to him to help them whenever he needed to do so. He remember the brightly lit face of Dinara as he walked with his friends and he pined for returning to the woman he loved. He was, most of all, fighting for her sake in this mad world. He twirled his sidearm around briefly before noticing the ruins of a house in the distance. The stench of death, yet again, filled the air with a horridly pungent musk and it was not that hard to see a young boy, about seventeen, with a girl about three or so years younger standing in front of their ravaged house while their parents' corpses were all mutilated and so horribly charred that you could, if you looked hard enough, see bones and what looked like organs. It made Thomas sick. How could the Reds do such a thing, he thought, as the boy told his regiment about how they killed his parents for their refusal to hand over food and medicine. Food was given to the two kids who were then sent into town to be collected by social workers while Thomas and his regiment, loyal and brave, marched onwards to further bloodshed. The image, though, of the charred corpses remained in Thomas' mind. How could he forget that?

Elizabeth looked at the antique clock that stood in the living room of the farm house as she was writing in her diary about how she was unhappy living in the farm house even if it was a rather quiet and peaceful place. She missed the city but, most of all, she missed her old life, her true parents, the Myakka that once was known. The antique clock ticked and tocked as she wrote calmly while her parents and sister were out managing things with the crops and animals; it was not that hard, Elizabeth's stepmother said, to manage crops. Elizabeth closed the diary and turned on the television to see old reruns of Myakkan shows once cancelled by the order of the Reds. She liked to see that one show entitled Crazy House! was back on. She loved this show and hated it when it was replaced by a dreadfully boring talk show about the merits of Communism. When she wrote to the station in the hopes of reversing this decision, the reply was simply: "....Some things are far more important."

Elizabeth, therefore, basked in the knowledge that her show was back on and she loved seeing the host, a Patch Adams kind of man, acting all silly while people tried to go through a lot of tests, questionnaires and what not all to have a million bucks in their wallets. The last episode she saw was when a young woman in her thirties, a really attractive woman, won a million dollars and literally fainted when she heard the answer she thought was wrong to a question was right. In fact, that was the episode on now. Shouting that this was a very neato thing, Elizabeth became engrossed by the television. It gave her a chance to relive her old life.

Lucian Paras looked at the reports about how his men were crushing, in skirmishes and pitched battles, the hated Communists without much problems save for occassional errors in communications and what not. Problems were to be expected, he thought, since no war ever was totally one sided save for a few cases but, then again, being technologically deprived was just asking for a landslide victory for your enemies. His wife was out with friends and so were the children so he was all alone in his home. After issuing further orders to his generals, he began to pace the room, his study, and contemplate things. "....Once this war is over.....I'm going to take a very long vacation." He uttered with a smirk.

ooc yur ok what ever, Here a Trip what are your losts for the Reds and Your side you telling us nothing,you just worrying about some girl and whats on tv

ooc yur ok what ever, Here a Trip what are your losts for the Reds and Your side you telling us nothing,you just worrying about some girl and whats on tv

OOC: I didn't have enough time to do that then. I'm basically dividing Myakka into 60/40 with the Monarchists having the 60 percent. Losses generally range into the millions but the Reds have suffer more so than the Restorationists; the Monarchists, at first, had much more losses. The total costs of the war are still being worked out.

Communist losses: around 1 to 4 million.
Restorationist losses: around 600,000 to 1,200,000
Citizen losses: Around a million or more (depending on famines, bombings, purges, etc)
(All of this comes from notes I've been working on off NS)

Also, Isa, sorry if I was covering the sidestories too much. I'm a novice at war RPs and thus don't really have too much experience. As I said, once, the whole reason I even did this entire RP was to get experience.

OOC: Everyone can send their soldiers into Communist Myakka now; Isa, feel free to work alongside the others if you want to.

OOC yes an I'am trying my best to help , an here somethnig for you next War Thread don't worry about sidestories in the war thread it self ,do them in other threads if you really want them

Like i like to set one up set after the war for Jim and Ruth

Isa, feel free to work alongside the others if you want to.
someone can RP how the missile attack on the Reds can do so

OOC yes an I'am trying my best to help , an here somethnig for you next War Thread don't worry about sidestories in the war thread it self ,do them in other threads if you really want them

Like i like to set one up set after the war for Jim and Ruth


someone can RP how the missile attack on the Reds can do so

OOC: I only did the sidestories because I wanted to portray the war through the eyes of common people and I don't think I've been focusing on them too much. As for Ruth, I've been working around with that particular character in my mind.....

ooc you change your mind again, hell you like me with Jim keep changing if i'll kill him off or let him hook with one of your characters and you have just abit too much focusing on them ,war threads are mean to be focusing on the blood ,guts and troop moving with just pinch of sidestories

ooc you change your mind again, hell you like me with Jim keep changing if i'll kill him off or let him hook with one of your characters and you have just abit too much focusing on them ,war threads are mean to be focusing on the blood ,guts and troop moving with just pinch of sidestories

OOC: Who said that I was changing my mind with Ruth? I meant that I'm only working out her personality, etc. As for the sidestories, I'll try not to be so focused on them. Now, unless you want to create an OOC thread, let's stop with the OOC. I'll get working on a good blood soaked post later on.

Blood soaked the soil of the earth as the Restorationists charged through the border in their massive attempt to end the stalemate with a victory for the Good Old Cause which was the restoration of the old government which they believed, no, knew had been crushed under heavy barrages of character assassination. All over the border between the two factions did many people fall to their graves while border towns erupted into riots and urban combat. One border town was nearly demolished by artillery volleys combined with aerial attacks while another was bypassed, at first, before being attacked by another force altogether in a tactic devised by the National School. This particular school was well known for its tactics that were based on environment and experience; blood soaked empiricism was what they called it. One of their own, Adam Zostek, became the mastermind of the offensive with powers from Paras under his belt. Zostek divided a plan known as the Foursquare in which the coalition armies would cross the southern border and establish beachheads in the East, West and North and that all of them would crisscross over Myakka and meet at the capital. It would be impossible for the Communists to hold out against Zostek's Foursquare. The Myakkan Restorationists had taken control of several towns and were not even close to the capital but their presence was felt. In a heavily encrypted letter, Zostek sent brief instructions to the coalition's leaders along with copies of his plan.

"....Begin the assault and fight hard...we shall toast to Victory in Marianopolis."

"lead ship to group ,Sea (http://www.barnardmicrosystems.com/a_sea-scout.jpg) Souts UAV has Red troops in the open at 342, range 65.2 miles (range of what is bring fire) ,load Plasma Rocket projectiles ( blast radius of 20 feet (6.1 m), and fire Five Broadside's"

the Lead Dolphin Class Battleship (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20Navy-Army-Air%20Forces/DolphinClassBattleship.jpg)and three other sof same class turn their 280 mm Electro-Thermal Naval Guns to port and elevate the barrels to 45 degrees and open fire

ooc 240 rounds all together

The resort town of Kalasze was one of those quiet towns that never really had any major problems save for a fire here and there that gutted some buildings and the occassional homicide usually solved by the policemen who were always on patrol. It was a quiet town even during the Revolution and the subsequent conflict and one author of old once remarked how lovely that the town always seemed to be and a statue of him was in the town square. It would overlook the people and see them walking from and to different places. No one knew, in this quiet humble town, that blood would soon flow through the streets. The Communists didn't have much troops here due to some changes in the levels of garrisons but there were still enough Reds to put up a good fight if not a great one. The leader of the Reds here was one of those corrupt fools that no one liked and that many people tried to ignore. He didn't suspect that a ship, oddly sailing towards the town, would be the first warning sign that a Restorationist attack was soon to begin. The ship in question, the HMS Gaspard I, was a massive ship that had often served among the elitest ranks of the old Myakkan navy and it had sailed all the way from Lamoni back to Myakka with its Monarchist crew and captain on board. The ship's captain looked to see the silhouettes of hotels and cafes in the distance while a grin formed upon his face. He loved the idea of smashing the Reds to bits. God knows, he said to himself, how much pain they've caused. He would teach them a lesson.

Outside this resort town was a medium sized army that still carried the regimental banners that the military once raised high and kept to their hearts like the purest gold including the old flag of Myakka that once flew high above all buildings. These men were battle hardened veterans who literally lived in the ruins of buildings and hastily dug trenches. They assembled themselves before the town, stopped, and then waited for night to come down. They would strike during the night since they felt that would be more better and more in tune with rational strategy. Night came slowly, it seemed, but it did come in the end. A young man and woman, that night, were walking down the streets after a late night date and they were close, holding hands, kissing. Everything seemed right for them. Love, they say, always made one happy even when your entire nation has basically gone to shit. As they walked, they heard strange sounds in the distance. These sounds were odd, the girl thought, and she began to wonder if there was a construction crew working late night. What she did not know was that the Restorationists were attacking and that they had just fired artillery shells. Before she could move and run, she held onto the man she loved, gave him one last kiss, and then was vaporized by the explosion along with him as they were hit by an artillery shell. Windows bursted and cracked while people awoke madly from their beds only to see fire consuming buildings while tanks charged into the town while the so called tocsin of the Restoration blared. The Communists rushed into action but were soon seeing themselves pelted by fire from the ship that had sailed into the harbor; it had been a Monarchist ship all along! Damn our naivety, the Communist commissars thought, damn it all to Hell!
The battle raged for many hours with blood and guts being sprayed all over the place while people ran for shelters and safe hiding places. Communist collaborators were being arrested en masse while the captain of the ship ordered no mercy in his barrages. The streets became rivers of blood, corpses were scattered all around, and Monarchist flags were being raised everywhere. The statue of the poet, a man who loved this town, stood stoically while being surrounded by fire. The statue, inanimate, endured the attack and survived without one single scratch or any other minor injury that one could consider and, when all was said and done, it became a tourist attraction. When all was said and done, as well, the sun rose up to reveal the full scope of the carnage. The entire town save for a few parts was practically devoid of any life and utterly wasted while the Monarchists celebrated their victory with mass hangings, posthumous executions, declarations of pardon according to Royal decrees, and a declaration in which it was ordered that all citizens have fun under the sun as they had always done long before all the shit, the captain said, had begun. The soldiers, however, continued on their way while only a small garrison remained. They couldn't wait for further victory; they had to rush for it.

OOC: This is for you, Isa.

Sarakel usually had village dances and festivals in which the people gathered to discuss business and have fun as their forefathers had done since the village first came into existence. There was a village dance, one night, and Ruth had attended it with her parents in a little blue dress that was friled and elegantly made for her frame. However, she was far too busy with her poetry than with dancing since she, sometime ago, began to write poetry and, unwittingly, had committed an act of treason by refusing to abide by Socialist Realist lines. Instead of glorifying the Revolution, she glorified the sorrow within her heart. Her poetry was dark and pessimistic but yet showed glimmers of hope and adoration. One even had signs that she was fond of Jim who she likened to a noble savage. She felt he was a brute, yes, but she felt he was also a bit virtuous. She didn't love him, though, and probably never would unless Jim had too many strokes of luck. The village had, since the time Jim left, experienced a bit of problems such as the possibility of not getting food and what not from other parts of Myakka but those problems were solved without the development of a casualty record. Ruth just sat there, on a chair, with nothing but her poetry book and a pen. She was working on a rather long and sophisticated poem that was about the life of a woman trying to find her true self in a world of sorrow which she based on her own nation. The woman, she knew, was none other than Ruth. It was an autobiographical poem that she would never let anyone see. A young boy came to her and asked her to dance but she refused. Someone, however, told her that she should really get out there to dance and reluctantly Ruth went and danced but her mind was focused on that poem. She loved poetry; it was the best way to express herself in a world where nothing seemed right.

OOC: This relates to Jaelle and Mioya.

Jaelle knew where President Yoemon was staying and she knew what she had to do and what she had told herself that she would do when she was to seek him out and seduce him. She didn't want to kill him, she didn't want to sleep with him, but she had no choice. He had to die, she thought, so that she could live. That was what was being said in the confines of her head over and over again in a constant loop that would only cease when she would cleanse herself of her doubts. She had to do this. She had to save the Revolution, save the Communist Party, and save her own life. Jaelle walked into the hotel, a rather fancy one at that, and asked where she could find Yoemon. She showed off her falsified documents that led people to believe she worked for the Restoration and she was told where he was. She felt good, so far, and hopefully nothing would go wrong during this mission. As she walked towards where his hotel room was, Jaelle's stomach tightened and twisted into a series of tight knots while her mind was filled with remembrances about the men she slept with. She took hold of her heart and leaned against the wall and felt horrified. Should she just run and go into hiding? Should she appeal to Yoemon for security? No! That was asinine! They could just send another assassin to kill him and to kill her as well for treason. She straightened herself up, breathed deep breaths, and eventually found the door to Yoemon's suite. This was it. Would she do this? Yes...no...yes....no...YES! She made her mind up; she would do this and, if need be, die. Dying would at least save her from further torment. She knocked on the door and waited for someone to answer her knocking.

Rathma looked up as a battalion of Tiger and Panzer X battle tanks reached the outskirts of the capital. He looked down over the city as a pair of new Prism Tanks appeared with them. The Lynion Regulars alongside Lynion Hunter's had gathered with them as they overlooked the city. The city was peaceful as they could see the fires of war's far to the border. Rathma waited for a moment before a pair of aerial destroyers appeared above them.

"Play the track," ordered Rathma over the intercom.

"Copy that commander," replied a voice.

(OOC: Faint by Linkin Park)

Rathma waited as Vamperial Knight Tal Rasha appeared beside them. The speakers came online but something else was added to the track. Rathma turned to face the destroyers as the sound was turned up to the highest.

"Wake up Commie's! Time for a living nightmare!" came a voice over the speakers.

The song started to play as the battle tanks and Pirsm tanks took up position. Rathma watched for a moment as he gave the orders to open up the first barrage. The firing sounds echoed out to the city as the blasts landed in the city. If the Communists didn't hear the song, then they would've heard the cannon fire.

"Capture their officals and commanders, spare the civilians and kill all Communists that don't surrender!" shouted Rathma.

The armoured battalions stormed forward as the song repeated itself again as the infantry followed close behind the armour. The Downfall of the Communists was about to happen.

Having requested and received a divisional set of M-20 Hamsher AMTV's, the Lamonians were now ready for the fast pace of modern warfare. They planned on waiting until there was an opening in the Communist lines, and then raiding the enemy supply lines. With their small numbers, this would be the wisest thing for them to do, and it would help their allies as well. The Warrior II BMS systems in each of the M-20's came to life, and the Lamonians were ready for their selected mission.

OOC: Like I ICly said, i'll shoot my guys through an opening in the Commie lines and raid their supply lines.

Sarakel usually had village dances and festivals in which the people gathered to discuss business and have fun as their forefathers had done since the village first came into existence. There was a village dance, one night, and Ruth had attended it with her parents in a little blue dress that was friled and elegantly made for her frame. However, she was far too busy with her poetry than with dancing since she, sometime ago, began to write poetry and, unwittingly, had committed an act of treason by refusing to abide by Socialist Realist lines. Instead of glorifying the Revolution, she glorified the sorrow within her heart. Her poetry was dark and pessimistic but yet showed glimmers of hope and adoration. One even had signs that she was fond of Jim who she likened to a noble savage. She felt he was a brute, yes, but she felt he was also a bit virtuous. She didn't love him, though, and probably never would unless Jim had too many strokes of luck. The village had, since the time Jim left, experienced a bit of problems such as the possibility of not getting food and what not from other parts of Myakka but those problems were solved without the development of a casualty record. Ruth just sat there, on a chair, with nothing but her poetry book and a pen. She was working on a rather long and sophisticated poem that was about the life of a woman trying to find her true self in a world of sorrow which she based on her own nation. The woman, she knew, was none other than Ruth. It was an autobiographical poem that she would never let anyone see. A young boy came to her and asked her to dance but she refused. Someone, however, told her that she should really get out there to dance and reluctantly Ruth went and danced but her mind was focused on that poem. She loved poetry; it was the best way to express herself in a world where nothing seemed right.

Sarakel quiet night as about to change as a firefight had broken out between Jim and a Large heavy armed Unknown Hostile Group after recovering the Recon pod an Jim just called in for support and the Imperial Air Force was picking up

BBBRRRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAPPPP,BBBRRRRRRRRAAAAAAAAAAAAPPPPP.Boomp Boomp Boomp ,Boom Boom Boom

as the 25 mm gatling gun,40 mm Bofors cannon and 105 mm M102 howitzer of a AC-130 Gunship (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IsaRHf7zHQI)open fire in support and the Tracer (http://bp3.blogger.com/_Y7kQSOBuEJw/Rub5ybB26bI/AAAAAAAAAG8/kHrzKeV0iPs/s1600-h/AC130TracerPattern.jpg) lit the night up not far from the Village

"4WD with HMG at 325" radios Jim as he try to return fire at the gunner as he came under fire from them an taken hits from the smaller rounds that were flying around him bring fired by the others

"Vith" Jim said as he take a round to the leg as he fixs his sword bayonet as he made to fight to the death

"Ghost Rider to Shadow sorry shadow smoke getting too thick to tell you lot apart we stopping our fire over"

"Copy Ghost Rider, thank for what you given" Jim say into the radio as he stand to face what was caming,as more rounds hit his body armour (Farmers Boy - Here comes the pain playing on his coms)

"bring it on"Yelled Jim as he fire as he charge at them with his Bayonet while bring wound

ooc i'am not going to make it too easy for the poor boy

At the front

Lynion and Australian armour battalions stormed towards the front line as the infantry was being transport with APC's and troop transport units. The Lynion's were going to break formation with the Australians and head north west and link up with their armoured and infantry divisions already landing there. The new APC's were armed with a 95mm cannon designed to damage enemy armour lightly while other personal flank the tank and destroy it from behind.

Among those being sent to the front lines was 2nd Lieutenant Joshua Baker and his platoon of 12 Lynion Hunters. He had served as a trainer for the Lynion Regulars and his squad was in the top hundred of the best platoons. He looked up as the transport trucks alongside two APC's were driving alongside the convoy as they started for the link up point of the already landed battalions further north. News had come down the line that the 14th Armour brigade alongside two infantry battalions had already engaged Communist positions. This meant that they were going to see battle in a few hours.

"Check that out," started a private as he pointed outside the back of the truck as they kept moving.

"It was Imperial Forces (OOC: is that right?) that bombed the crap out of the Communists," replied Joshua as the truck stopped for a moment before contiuning on.

They watched as they passed by bombed positions, dead men with limbs missing, burnt out vehicles that they couldn't identify and the smell of death that came upon them. They only hope that it wasn't going to get any worse than what they already seen.

ooc just to remind you All i've hit the frontline Twice so you going to see damage from those attacks

OOC: I'm taking it from a point of view of a Lynion Hunter. However, I'll update the post for you and you can intercept Lynion battalion's if you want Imperial isa.

OOC: I'm taking it from a point of view of a Lynion Hunter. However, I'll update the post for you and you can intercept Lynion battalion's if you want Imperial isa.

ooc Imperial right for MT/PMT and the only person i have on land is Jim and at sea a small Naval fleet that shelled some reds somewhere

OOC: If you need support, the Lynion's can help you out if you require it. Would it be isa/Isa if its FT?

OOC: If you need support, the Lynion's can help you out if you require it. Would it be isa/Isa if its FT?
ooc
thanks but he near Sarakel village, FT you call the poeple Isan/Isan's for large group and FT full name is the shadow empire of imperial isa, MT/PMT it's that with out the isa at the end

IC

any one close to where Jim was battling would sound hear the battle die to nothing ,as Jim badly wound kills the last of them that had not run away, leaving him to rest his back on a tree

"here i rest helpless and left for dead"said Jim as he take from his Aid kit the medi gel pack and place the gel on the main wounds as he only had enough for them

Restorationist forces were seizing victory after victory in a series of rapid successes across the border towns and forts that the Communists had hastily garrisoned in anticipation of an attack by their hated foes; they knew well that their soldiers were getting routed and that the flags of the Restoration were raising up on buildings in anticipation of reaching the capital in which the Second Myakkan Empire would be created. A Communist military weakened internally by purges and debates was being pushed back by a battle hardened and vengeful foe that wanted their blood to soak the earth. Communist ports were blockaded by Myakkan ships that had pledged their support to the Restoration while saboteurs began to infiltrate Communist positions and blow up factories and power plants. Martial law and curfews were, thus, declared on all Communist cities and towns including the villages and hamlets. Soldiers were ordered, of course, to shoot on sight. Linchesek, the leader of the Communists, declared total war against the Restorationists after a humilitating series of defeats that took place in the waters surrouding the chaotic island. Labor camps were being evacuated or, in some instances, simply wiped out in strings of mass executions. Some labor camps were already being uncovered by Restorationist forces and news of the horrible brutalities taking place there were spreading like wildfire in Restorationist controlled areas with one journalist commenting that the camps were not made by Communists but by simple barbarians who wanted to tear apart Myakkan civilization. In essence, the entire crusade against the Communists was a struggle to defend Myakkan culture and civilization from those who would destroy it. This belief became the staple ideology of many soldiers and officers in Restorationist armies. The Communists also were struggling against the men of Lynion and of Lamoni who were charging at them with ruthless aggression. The commissars knew this would be a bloody conflict. The winner would take all.

The village of Sarakel noticed the carnage that was happening nearby with the village militia swiftly mobilized to handle any attacks upon the humble little village that had endured so much oppression before. The people ran to their homes while some of them took out old machine guns they captured from the routed Red soldiers and set them up outside their houses. Ruth's father was one of those people who did that while his wife held an assault rifle. Both of them wanted to defend their homes, their daughter, and themselves from destruction. They both stayed inside, though, with their guns held tightly in their hands and raised to the windows while Ruth took hold of the little pistol that she found, one day, in a field. She was willing to use it if need be.

OOC: I would have continued here with Jaelle but Mioya didn't post yet so I will be posting something else entirely because of it. Lynion, this will involve your nation in particular.

The Empress Dowager of Myakka was an amiable but rather troubled woman whose mind was focused around the horrible torture and experiments that she endured during her imprisonment. It was a blessing from Heaven that she was able to not only survive but get out of the place alive with thanks to the men of Lynion who escorted her back to their homeland where she was resting and getting better so she could see her beloved children in Lamoni without, though, the loving husband who sacrificed his life for Myakka's sake. She had been given a little place to live in the countryside where she would spend her time writing various notes about events and read the letters from her children and friends within the confines of the Red Rose Manor where she longed to be. The latest letter she recieved was that Gaspard, the eldest child and heir to the throne, was going to get married to a woman who, in his words, would be very surprising yet lovable and that she was, in fact, very different from the women of Myakka but as to how she was different wasn't specified or even mentioned. The Empress Dowager smiled and felt that now she really wanted to go to Lamoni but she was stuck in the countryside of a nation she really was thankful towards. She contacted the government of Lynion in a letter which she sent in her own words without recourse to assistants or dictations:

"To whom it may concern,

I must still pledge my heart to thy counsel out of the depths of my thankfulness for thy assistance in saving me from the wretched barbarians of the darkened prison. The purpose of this letter is that I beseech you to let me go to Lamoni where I may see my children once more for I wish not to deprive them of their mother's attention and love any more longer than I have. I am in good condition and can endure a flight or aquatic trek to Lamoni without any problems and I hope you will be able and willing to arrange something for me. I pray that Lynion shall be prosperous and I pray for the chance to visit when I return, hopefully, to Myakka.

I remain indebted to thee always and forevermore...."

The village of Sarakel noticed the carnage that was happening nearby with the village militia swiftly mobilized to handle any attacks upon the humble little village that had endured so much oppression before. The people ran to their homes while some of them took out old machine guns they captured from the routed Red soldiers and set them up outside their houses. Ruth's father was one of those people who did that while his wife held an assault rifle. Both of them wanted to defend their homes, their daughter, and themselves from destruction. They both stayed inside, though, with their guns held tightly in their hands and raised to the windows while Ruth took hold of the little pistol that she found, one day, in a field. She was willing to use it if need be.

Jim very slowly walks into the village,with a backpack and a steel Cylinder on his back ,an just some how holding onto his Rifle as he made his way to house of the only people he really knew in the Village where he knock on the door before dropping onto tthe door step sing to himself

Once upon a time
I was on a mind to lay your burden down
And leave you where you stood
You believed I could
Youd seen it done before
I could read your thoughts

Myakka

Lynion elements had finally broken through and now where heading towards the purposed area that they were to link up with the men who already landed on the ground. Joshua Baker's truck was forced to make a slight detour due to a report that there had being fighting near a village and command wanted to check it out. Going with them were two Panzer X battle tanks, one Tiger Tank and two APC's with two medic's, engnieer's and Regular's.

"It seems the Commie's have being up to something and now we're off to check it out," started Baker as he rose to face the men. "Intel reports that there was a fight between Comunist Forces and Coalition Forces but so far, it seems that the fighting has stopped. We got intel if the Communists have taken the village, so with armour support, we're going to investigate," finished Baker.

The truck ran alongside the convoy as it broke formation and ventured off the trail alongside armoured squadrons. They had an objective to secure any villages that could be nearby and flush out any Communist Forces intending to put up a fight. However, their first objective was to secure the road ahead of the convoy. The truck came to a halt as the squad came out as the armoured squadrons stopped as well. They were to wait until the convoy came into sight and move on to secure the next part.

Lynion

High King Vamp still haven't arrived home from the Last Pirate War with the Pirate Alliance. However, Queen Kryxtal was having talks with the Vamperial Headmasters as nothing much was happening in Lynion. She was sitting down drinking water with the other Headmasters as a runner entered the room.

"Letter from the exiled Emperoress stationed here," stated the runner as he handed it to Kryxtal before leaving.

Kryxtal read it to herself and looked up. She stood up and took the telegram in her hand as she turned to leave the room. She turned around to face the Headmasters.

"I'm going to go see her," stated Kryxtal. "I suggest that one of you guys go see Vamp to keep him company,"

Later
Lynkavox Island

Kryxtal walked along as the private jet sat idlely on the airfield. She waved at the passing farmers as she walked along the roads as they waved back at her. She was dressed in a long cloak, shirt and trousers in traditional tannish colour as she came to where the exiled Emperoress was staying. She wanted to do something different and she felt she would do it by doing this. She jumped over the cloak as she walked towards the house and knocked on the door.

"Empress Dowager of Myakka," started Kryxtal. "Its Queen Kryxtal, I've come to talk to you about your passage home,"

Later
Lynkavox Island

Kryxtal walked along as the private jet sat idlely on the airfield. She waved at the passing farmers as she walked along the roads as they waved back at her. She was dressed in a long cloak, shirt and trousers in traditional tannish colour as she came to where the exiled Emperoress was staying. She wanted to do something different and she felt she would do it by doing this. She jumped over the cloak as she walked towards the house and knocked on the door.

"Empress Dowager of Myakka," started Kryxtal. "Its Queen Kryxtal, I've come to talk to you about your passage home,"

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Kryxtal, and I must say that I'm hopeful that I will be able to go to Lamoni. If I return to Myakka, I may end up captured again or something that is far worse than imprisonment may happen to me. Please do come inside so we can talk. My house is quite lovely and I'm thankful for your nation for bestowing it upon me."

The Empress Dowager smiled as she took Kryxtal to a sitting room where she took her seat on one of the comfortable recliners and smiled while adjusting the hem of the skirt she was wearing at the time. "...I must insist that I go to the Red Rose Manor in Lamoni where my children are. They need their mother's care and love more than ever, I think, and I wish to make sure that they know I am alive by staying there. I hope, Kryxtal, that you can arrange my trip there."

The Eastern Front
Operation Deployment +2 Minutes

And I heard, as it were, the noise of thunder

Precisely two minutes after the order to deploy was received from Allied Command, the combined artillery of 80 Salzland Marine divisions opened fire on the Soviet forces deployed scant miles to the North. The barrage was so loud that windows shook and sometimes shattered over one hundred miles away, while the light from the rockets streaking Northward was bright enough to read by. A truly thunderous barrage had been unleased on the Reds.

As the artillery units finished their first fire missions and relocated, to prevent their positions from being located by enemy counter-artillery radar systems, the first Armored spearheads charged out of their starting positions. Their orders were simple: Make contact with the enemy, hold contact with the enemy, and drive them to the sea. Every man and woman in uniform on the field of battle was fully prepared to carry out these orders to the letter. Many were combat veterans from the first Myakkan War, and remembered how the country was before it fell to the Soviets. They would make sure such a fate would not befall the nation again.

The first sharp cracks of massed tank fire began to replace the sudden silence that had fallen over the battlefield in the aftermath of the opening artillery salvo, as the battle between Soviet and Coalition forces in the East was finally joined. For many on both sides, it would be their last.

Lynion

"I understand what your saying," replied Kryxtal as she turned to face Dwager. "I can get you a private plane to leave within the hour and to ensure that there isn't another attempt on your life, we'll give you a fighter escort until you enter Lamoni airspace,"


Letters from Lynion Soldiers

Dear Lilith,

I just have a moment to write this letter before I head into war. I can't tell you where I am, just I'm back where I started before we met. It gets lonely out here but its so nice to be here. Wish you were here...maybe you can come where I am after the war is over.

Talking about the end of the war, we might be back by the end of the month if the operation goes to plan. However, don't get your hopes to high. My Commander, Rathma, reckons it could take longer depending on how ignorant these Communists are. When I get time again, I'll write more back to you.

Yours truly,

David Longshanks


Dearest Zora,

I've being given command of two squadrons lately. It doesn't change much except I've got 12 men I need to make sure that get sent home after this conflict over. Gosh... I've got a telegram given by command the other day which I wanted to send but I can't because I can't tell anyone where I'm stationed except I'm in Myakka which is alright because its a big country.

I can't tell you how much it would mean to me seeing you again. I keep the last photo we had in the cockpit of my fighter jet and it always remind me of you.

Going back to the telegram, I've being informed that after this, I'm getting a transfer to either Union or Lynx Colonies after the war is over. I'll be granted the rank of Wing Commander and you'll be able to see your parents more.

I have to go darling, my squadron has a mission to do.

Love you always xo

Your lover,

Matthew King

Dearest Joanne,

I wish I could be home with you at the moment but things have being tied up in Myakka. I was going to be home by the end of the month, but I have a feeling that this war will go much longer than I thought it would. I can't inform you what I'm doing at this moment because its all classified but when I get home, I'll find a way to explain what I was doing.

Do you remembered David when he came over to have dinner with us one night? Well, I've found out he's fallen madly in love with a girl from Myakka. I don't know her name yet, but it appears that they were busy before we got re-deployed. Remind you of someone? I was thinking that when we got back from Myakka, we might be able to have dinner with David and his girlfriend.

Anyhow, something has happened and I'm required to lead my men. In fact, its two ants I'm in charge and a rhino bulldog*. If I told you what I was doing, you think I was crazy but yet you'll still love me.

Your's forever,

Rathma.

*Because the officers and soldiers weren't allowed to state what they had under their command during combat and writing letters home, Rathma produce a Code book for Joanne. Ants mean two Infantry Divisions and Rhino Bulldog means two Armoured Battalions.

ooc yur any thing for me, seeing you need aid for the village you do need to get back to me

OOC: that's aimed at Myakka or me?

OOC: that's aimed at Myakka or me?

ooc is jim at your door step :P

OOC: sorry, I'm not thinking straight. I'm about to or have entered the village.

OOC: sorry, I'm not thinking straight. I'm about to or have entered the village.

ooc no you not Myakka all readly said the Village was free long ago by aillied forces

OOC: I'll have to edit it soon.

when Ruth family open the door,they would find Jim badly wound sitting with his back to the boor frame out of it and still sing the same song as he was when he knocked on the door

OOC: Corrected and I won't say anymore about Jim.

OOC: Corrected and I won't say anymore about Jim.

ooc i'll set it up the battle area for you now,if you seen blackhawk down just use what weapons they had for the group

Ic

the Lynion's would soon or later find a small woods littered with bodies and burning trucks of a unknown armed group that had made contact with someone an lost badly to them

"he just keep going no matter how many time he was shot" said one men just standing that had a look of horror on his face

OOC: IC post coming soon.

Supplies had being going up and down the line as the Lynion's were being better equipped with X8 assault rifles. The Styers they had were packed into boxes along with their clips and would be given to the Law and Order department back in Lynion.

Baker and his group were the first to be re-supplied as the truck suddenly came to another halt. They filed out of the truck as Panzer X and Tiger battle tanks alongside two Lynx APC's suddenly stopped. The convoy contiuned on through the trail as Baker and his squadron of armour support moved into scattered woodlands where a battle took place. The weckage of burning bodies and vehicles were all left of a battle that took place and they lost.

"Get some medic's and keep an eye out for sniper fire," ordered Baker.

Baker moved forward with the others as they came across a man standing with a horrific look on his face. He listened to the man speak as Baker became suspecious about him.

"What happened here?" asked Baker. "Are you Communist or Coalition?"

"What happened here?" asked Baker. "Are you Communist or Coalition?"

"we just Bandits,we find something,then a soldier came an took it ,we fired at him,then fire rain on us four a hour before going away,hthen then the soldier attack us"

"Well," started Baker. "I'm going to give you a choice. I can take you in as POW's or you can quit your job and join the Coalition Forces,"

The squad had taken up positions with their rifles aimed at the bandits as the armour had arrived to give them extra support.

"Well," started Baker. "I'm going to give you a choice. I can take you in as POW's or you can quit your job and join the Coalition Forces,"

The squad had taken up positions with their rifles aimed at the bandits as the armour had arrived to give them extra support.

"mother and father said monsters were not real,they were wrong,i've seen one he had glowing yellow eye's"the man now just mutters

"There is no such thing as monsters," replied Baker. "It's all in your head,"

ooc lose the werewolf as there No Fantasy mix in this

Smoke raises up from the smouldering ruins of houses and buildings as the Restorationists advance towards the Communist capital with every drop of blood spilt in the name of revenge for the humiliating surrender that the forefathers of the Restoration known by the derogatory name of the Gaspardists had to endure during the end of the Myakkan Revolution. Many towns had already fallen and many labor camps of varied sizes were being liberated with skeleton men and brutally beaten women pouring out of them with sullen and stoic faces that mask their inward suffering which they had born ever since the Revolution ended. Linchesek's purges continued as the Restorationists advanced with even the slightest criticism or unwillingness to commit to the cause being punished by immediate execution and the posthumous damnatio memoriae which had been applied to Gaspard XIX as well as members of royalty and nobility who were executed. Communist collaborators were being arrested in a levee en masse program designed to root out traitors and while most were pardoned according to Imperial decree, some were outright executed due to their unwillingness to forsake their Communist beliefs. In response to these Monarchist led purges, Linchesek's men targeted Monarchist sympathizers in his lands with children being counted among the victims under the category of "possible future dissidents" although some were just taken away and never seen again with their fates being life in an orphanage until a pure Communist family could adopt them or dismemberment at the hands of rapacious Communist soldiers; but many of these soldiers were themselves disposed of by their superiors. After all, weren't the children the life blood of the Revolution? The guaranteed successors?

One of the most famous victims of Linchesek's purges happened to be a middle aged and married intellectual, Adam Sarest, who admitted he was the author of a scandalous anti-Communist tract without regret or emotion upon his face during the trial. In this tract, he wrote the following excerpts:

1. "...There has never been any true Communist in the world and never will be. All of them (so called Communists) are tyrants and oppressors who steal the wealth of the people for use in their selfishness."
2. "...The purge is the most effective weapon of any Communist. In fact, it is their only weapon whatsoever that they use the most if not all the time."
3. "....The Communist is a monster who feeds on the blood of the masses."
4. ".....Not even the modest capitalists are safe from the hypocritical Communists. You will find that many capitalists are far more amiable and overall virtuous people. In essence, a Communist is nothing more than a brute who thinks he, or she, is all chivalrous when, as reality shows us, they do nothing but kill and pillage."
5. "....Communism is a weapon best used by the ignorant and self centered."

Adam Sarest was later executed for treason and conspiracy to induce treasonous behaviour in his comrades and was laid to rest in a common pauper's grave without any funeral. His tract became an icon of the Restorationist movement and was published and circulated all over the land. The wife of Adam Sarest was later found dead in a creek in the countryside.

In the village of Sarakel where the people had just celebrated their annual village festival, Ruth and her family dragged Jim into their house and began to patch him up and try to help him get onto his feet as best as was humanely possible. Ruth helped the most out of a desire to repay Jim's favor to her firsthand but it didn't imply anything more than just mere friendship between them. If Jim was awake, he could see that he was on a small couch while Ruth was at his side. Her parents had went to bed. "....I'll be here to help you, Jim. You must have taken quite the beating."

Elizabeth and her stepparents took on the role of farmers in order to make ends meet during the days and weeks that passed while noticing that Communist soldiers would often come by and demand most of their food and medicine along with making lewd comments towards the "ladies of the house" which angered Elizabeth's stepfather very much. The farm house was, for the most part, in a quiet place that wasn't always disturbed. Elizabeth, one day, went for a walk with her stepmother and sister when they were ambushed by a bunch of bandits who wore the uniforms of Communist soldiers they had killed and robbed. "Give us the girls, bitch!" The bandit leader shouted before firing his rifle into the air with a smile. "Run, Elizabeth! Run, both of you!"

Elizabeth ran with her stepsister as fast as she could while her stepmother stood her ground and fought against the bandits only to be over ran and consumed by them. The bandits would leave her violated and mutilated corpse in the woods before moving on to greener pastures. The husband of this unfortunate woman found the corpse days later and wept. He went into a deep depression which resulted in his suicide by hanging before sending the girls to another family where they could live. That family was a politically neutral family that lived as honest farmers; the two girls were seen as an asset to the barren wife they now called their mother while their new father was a modest man who loved to tell them fanciful stories. Elizabeth and her stepsister wept, though, because they wanted all of this chaos to just end. They were happy that they had a new home and guardians but they were still very sad.

Jaelle knocked at the door of Yoemon's suite once again before continuing to wait for a response from the occupant who she was sworn to seduce and kill with her own two hands if need be. She didn't know if he was there and no one around her was really much help so she just stood there and waited for a response.

In the village of Sarakel where the people had just celebrated their annual village festival, Ruth and her family dragged Jim into their house and began to patch him up and try to help him get onto his feet as best as was humanely possible. Ruth helped the most out of a desire to repay Jim's favor to her firsthand but it didn't imply anything more than just mere friendship between them. If Jim was awake, he could see that he was on a small couch while Ruth was at his side. Her parents had went to bed. "....I'll be here to help you, Jim. You must have taken quite the beating."

by lunch time the next day was when Jim woke up to find Ruth near by and him on small couch with his leg over one arm

"what the..hell my gear"Jim said as he tryed to sit up but find it hurt badly,so he laid back down

"dam'it taken bullets to my legs ,arms and them hitting my body armour on my chest and other areas don't get easy" he mutters he moved his head slow to look at Ruth "bel'la dos" he say to her with a smilie as he falls back into a deep sleep an did not hear his radio in his helmet ,came to life soon after as the men in CP on the Sovereign (Auflaque uss ulu Barra ,doerrus wun Barra ,ph' dos gaer Barra xun dos inbal l' package,phor) Amphibious Mult-Roll Assault Ship where Jim had land on by Chinook when he was flown out days past, before bring sent to the Aircraft Carrier so he could drop in to recover the Recon pod, were now try to get hold of him


Auflaque uss ulu Barra ,doerrus wun Barra ,ph' dos gaer Barra xun dos inbal l' package,phor
Auflaque uss ulu Barra ,doerrus wun Barra ,ph' dos gaer Barra xun dos inbal l' package,phor

evern if Ruth or her mother and father picked it up and knew how to use the coms, they would find it partly damage make it so it would have to be repair before any one could radio back

ooc oh yes he took out a number of bullets out before heading to the village

Linkage outside the Communist Capital

"About time you boys showed up!" shouted Rathma as the advancing column came to a halt.

"The seige tanks were taking longer than expected," replied the Lynion scout as he came over to Rathma while four seige tanks went into combat position.

"We won't be able to punch a hole through the capital at the moment," briefed Rathma. "We need to send out raiding parties to find their supplies points,"

"Why don't you guys take the first raiding party?" asked an officer to Rathma as he joined them. "We also got some new weapons for you guys to play with,"

The Lynion Assassin's were called over as they were handed XA8's with new modifications along with a brand new sniper rifle for Jaxson. They gave their Styers in place of the XA8's as they were given a couple of jeeps. Rathma turned to the other Assassin's as they went over to the jeeps.

"We're going to be taking party in a raid and recon the land. We'll be tasked to find any supplies that the Communist are using, secure them and kill the Communists guards. We'll be taking a few IFV's along to give us extra support as well as half-tracks and humvees. Find a vehicle and mout up within 10 minutes," ordered Rathma.

Minutes later, the unit had mounted half-tracks, a handful of IFV's and several humvee's. They started for the countryside as they were going to search the farms first before going through towns to find any Communist supply points and secure it. If things went well, then they could strave the capital until Coalition Forces could arrive. Rathma had with him six other guys including David and they had two humvee's between them. Driver, passenger and gunner on the 50 cal. machine gun. The two jeeps were rolling through the countryside as they started to look for farms.

(OOC: People can intercept the scouting parties if they wish)

"There is no such thing as monsters," replied Baker. "It's all in your head,"

the man did not answer as he was out of his mind, for the fact he had seen one,for he had seen a Imperial whos DNA of the whole male race was genetically altered by a serum

Baker raised his X8 rifle a little as he faced the Bandit. "How about you come with us and we'll keep the monsters away from you?"

Baker raised his X8 rifle a little as he faced the Bandit. "How about you come with us and we'll keep the monsters away from you?"


"oh that be nice"said the man in a low voice as he looked around

OOC: let me change that then

Lynion

"I understand what your saying," replied Kryxtal as she turned to face Dwager. "I can get you a private plane to leave within the hour and to ensure that there isn't another attempt on your life, we'll give you a fighter escort until you enter Lamoni airspace,"

"....That sounds good to me, Kryxtal, and I thank you and Lynion for all the assistance you have given me since the rescue. I do hope we can remain close friends in the years to come and perhaps we can meet again. Now, I shall go and pack in preparation for the flight. I thank you once again. Peace be with you, friend."

Dear Lilith,

I just have a moment to write this letter before I head into war. I can't tell you where I am, just I'm back where I started before we met. It gets lonely out here but its so nice to be here. Wish you were here...maybe you can come where I am after the war is over.

Talking about the end of the war, we might be back by the end of the month if the operation goes to plan. However, don't get your hopes to high. My Commander, Rathma, reckons it could take longer depending on how ignorant these Communists are. When I get time again, I'll write more back to you.

Yours truly,

David Longshanks

David,

I must say that it's nice to see you remember me ever since that little night of ours since I just expected you wouldn't really think about me, to be honest, other than a mere one night stand and thus I expected you to forget about me and perhaps find someone else. I do hope that we could meet again someday as I find that you are quite the nice man and perhaps something more between us could be generated. I suppose that I could go where you are, wherever that is, after this conflict has ended. Perhaps we could explore Myakka together or go see Lynion? I'll be in the same town that you were just in and I'll still be the barmaid you knew me as that night. I'll make sure to write back to you whenever I can. If I don't write back, please don't think it's out of ill will.

Sincerely,
Lilith.


Dearest Zora,

I've being given command of two squadrons lately. It doesn't change much except I've got 12 men I need to make sure that get sent home after this conflict over. Gosh... I've got a telegram given by command the other day which I wanted to send but I can't because I can't tell anyone where I'm stationed except I'm in Myakka which is alright because its a big country.

I can't tell you how much it would mean to me seeing you again. I keep the last photo we had in the cockpit of my fighter jet and it always remind me of you.

Going back to the telegram, I've being informed that after this, I'm getting a transfer to either Union or Lynx Colonies after the war is over. I'll be granted the rank of Wing Commander and you'll be able to see your parents more.

I have to go darling, my squadron has a mission to do.

Love you always xo

Your lover,

Matthew King

Dearest Matthew,

I have been praying for you ever since I recieved your letter in the mail here in the Ixanian Empire where I've been doing quite well since your departure which, I admit, pained me because I fear that I may lose you one day due to some ill fated military venture that you may be taking part in. I would love to see you again soon and perhaps we can take more pictures then; it's great to see you still remember me and that you treasure that photo of us. You should really stop in Ixania sometime so I can show you around. Perhaps your superiors will permit you to take a leave of absence or something for a while? I'm still at school, trying to earn an education, but sometimes thinking about you gets in the way of my studies. I still have a photo of you I keep with me at all times and I pray that we can spend much more days with each other in our lives. Enclosed, in fact, is a photo of me which you can keep with you. It's from the school yearbook. Please, Matt, take care and don't be ignorant of what is going on around you. I wish you and your men all the best of luck.

I remain thy devoted lady,
Zora.

[B]
Minutes later, the unit had mounted half-tracks, a handful of IFV's and several humvee's. They started for the countryside as they were going to search the farms first before going through towns to find any Communist supply points and secure it. If things went well, then they could strave the capital until Coalition Forces could arrive. Rathma had with him six other guys including David and they had two humvee's between them. Driver, passenger and gunner on the 50 cal. machine gun. The two jeeps were rolling through the countryside as they started to look for farms.

(OOC: People can intercept the scouting parties if they wish)

Thomas Karan was a well educated farmer who lived in the countryside with a barren wife for over twenty years where they grew crops and raised animals for the purposes of food and recreation. They also had two adopted daughters (one being Elizabeth) who they had taken in to their care to his wife's satisfaction since she was really looking forward to being the mother of a child and she would usually be seen showering them with the love she was unable to give a child of her own flesh and blood due to the barren womb she was cursed with. One night, Mr and Mrs. Karan were busy having a light snack with the children when they heard the sound of jeeps approaching their farm. This sound provoked Mr. Karan to grab an assault rifle he discovered in a field while Mrs. Karan looked outside to see if there were really jeeps. Mr. Karan was an amiable fellow but he was more than willing to defend his loved ones. When he saw the jeeps in full view, he held the gun tightly and told his wife in a stern tone to prepare the children to find shelter somewhere. He stood there, stoically, waiting to see what these visitors would want. Hopefully, he thought, they were friendly people.

OOC: Don't worry, Lynion. Mr. Karan will not attack your men....unless you provoke him. ;)

Myakka

"First raid," whispered Rathma as he came forward a little. "Have the men secure it and see to it that if any Communist soldiers appear, kill them on sight,"

"Righto sir," replied the corporal as he got the others to secure the area as Rathma fired a round into the air.

"Farmers of this house, we come in peace and we have no intensions of starting a fight unless its provoked. Hear me out, if your Communist's, your lives will be spared if you surrender and your farm will no longer supply the capital. If its Loyalists or people hiding from this war, we are willing to let you and your farm be spared but we'll leave one man behind to make sure Communist Forces don't take from this farm. What do you say?" shouted Rathma.

Baker's Company

Baker lowered his rifle as he gave his hand to the bandit.

"I can make sure that you'll be safe in our POW camp," stated Baker.

Lynion

"When I heard you were rescued from the prison, there was only one company that could do that. It was a Vamperial Assassin Captain named Rathma, he is the one who you be thanking," smiled Kryxtal as she looked out the window before turning back to her. "Lynion is only grateful that you have come here for the medical check up and I hope your trip to Lamoni is quick so you can see your children. The plane is ready to leave along with the escort as soon as your ready," finished Kryxtal.

Letters from the front

Dearest Lilith,

I'm sorry about the lack of letter's. I've being cut off from the main front for some time until we got connected again. I've only got a short time before I have to go off and do some crazy stunt.

I don't think of you as a one night person that I can throw away. The night we had together was the first time I felt the emotion love from a girl. I just pray every night, that I won't get killed or if I get wounded, could get me back to behind the front. When this war is over, I'm going to return and we can do something you would want to do. I long to be with you again.

Your's forever,

David Longshanks


Darling Zora,

I'm sorry for the lack of letter's, but whenever we're on the move, we can write the letters but it'll be some time before they can be sent. I can never forget about you because you mean the world to me and I promise I wouldn't volunteer for a suicide mission.

I've seen the photo of you as well as my co-pilot, Hunter, which I hope you don't mind. Anyhow, Hunter is a good man and he's being watching my back when we go into combat missions so you don't have to worry about me being shot down.

Talking about leave, I've being given a week's pass and well, I was hoping that I could come see you. The only catch to such a promising deal is, its after the war's over which sucks because I want to see you sooner. I can't do anything about it until the war ends. I'll send you a telegram before I come so I've got someone to pick me up from the airport.

Don't let me side track you with your studies. I know its hard because I have problems thinking about you every time I go into combat missions. How's school going? You must be in year 12 by now or do you have a different system? Wrapping this up, I've got a photo of me and Hunter attached to this telegram with a Dingo Fighter Jet behind me.

Your lover forever,

Matthew King.

ooc hey again with the missing of me :(

ooc i'am not talking to you look at post 226 an you tell me that i was not missed and why are you still worrying about him?

OOC: I shall be ending this conflict this week or so. Sorry for not posting much. RL is, after all, far more important. :p

OOC: To all involved,

Due to my original intentions, Myakka may not be used much if at all on the forums after all of this ends because I didn't really mean to do so. Mephras, I'll need you to talk to you about this on MSN. As for the rest of you, please TG me your concerns. I only really did this RP merely so I can get experience in war RPs. If, in your TGs, you can tell me how I did and give me constructive criticism on where to improve, I would appreciate it very much.

ooc you have my pointers alreadly :P