NationStates Jolt Archive

(OoC: Why am I doing this so soon? The country pretty much just came out to the world and already it's in turmoil, what is it with me and civil war? Ok semi-civil war then, they are technically two nations but what the hell! I was not planning on doing this so soon but I wrote this out and when I have something written out I have to use it O_o... Never-mind, here goes nothing... anyway, getting things over and done with, no WMD, chemical, bio whatever no nukes blah blah blah on with the story...)

The Year 2000

The room was large, and airy, not what you would expect in a building that is literally in the wall. Yes, the wall, it cut the country in half dividing the fascist south and communist north.
The two heads of state sat in the room they were here for one reason and that was to, at least temporarily, delay the seemingly endless hostility between the two nations. And what better time for a new start that a new millennium. The pact was signed by the country leaders of the north and south promising that neither would attack the other.
If this was a story or fairy tale the two nations, despite being so different would now live in relative security and not, as had been the case over the past many years, live each day with the paranoia that the other would be the first to strike. Real life however is not a fairy tale and nothing lasts forever and sometimes even the smallest mistake can make a huge difference.

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Present

A military Base north of Aldhaven

“You see comrade, you just touch the position you want on the screen here, to zoom in on Terraficial Blanc, Now you touch where the missile should go confirm it and let the machine do the rest.”
The new recruit glanced at the touch screen nervously, afraid of doing something wrong. He was testing out a missile launching system.
“So, uh you touch the area you want” He tapped a part of the screen with the stylus, the officer glanced where the recruit had touched and grinned, he had selected Valbourne, Capital of the South. A message came up asking for confirmation
Lauch missile?
[Yes] [No]
“Yes, comrade that is what you do, but do not confirm it. This is a test not a declaration of war, direct the missile to the prepared spot north of Aelnesse, All testing must be done within our own country”
The recruit made to press no but a knock at the door of the bunker startled him and the stylus landed on yes. Both men stared in horror as the message changed and displayed that the missile had been launched.
Pale faced the officer turned to the recruit
“You IDIOT do you have ANY idea what you have done!?” He grabbed the man and shook him, the recruit pulled free and stepped back
“I'm sorry sir, It was an accident! I swear!”
“Accident? Do you believe for ONE MOMENT they will believe that, we just sent a missile into VALBOURNE. Do you realize you just started a WAR” The recruit flinched. The knock came at the door again then it opened, the Commissar of Defense had entered. He was overseeing the testing of this and had left for just a moment to answer an important call.
“What's going on?” He glanced at the screen and went pale, he leaves for one moment and this is what happens “Who...Who is responsible for this?”
“M-me sir...But sir...I swear it was an accident”
“An accident” The Commissar said this slowly “An. Accident. How can you accidentally fire a missile STRAIGHT INTO THE CAPITAL CITY OF A HOSTILE NATION!?”

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The woman sat solemnly in-front of the camera, all over Terraficial Blanc South this news broadcast was playing, relaying the news of the attack on Valbourne by those vile communists in the north.
“...impacted on the Valbourne Trade centre causing destruction to said building and surrounding property and terrible loss of life. Exact figures have not been made clear but an official statement by Il Duce was released.”
On the screen a new image is seen, standing on a podium addressing the gathered press was Duce Regulus Caligari
“...and let it also be known that Terraficial Blanc South will not be intimidated by the attacks set upon us, unprovoked and unjustified. Terraficial Blanc North Be warned. This Blatant declaration of war has not gone unnoticed and swift retaliation is immanent. As was once said 'Should you seek war, prepare for war' and the north has done just that, and now must prepare themselves for what they have sought for. My countrymen, this has been a long time coming. It is now or never! They struck first and have brought this upon themselves! The vile leftist ideologies shall be wiped out for good, and no-one can say we are wrong. No-one can say that they have not brought this upon themselves! For now, we are at war!”

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The retaliation came that night. It came swift and without mercy, several air-raids on the cities of the north, especially concentrating of the capital, Lolahend. All through the night the bombs kept falling, causing mass devastation and death. The air-raids only ended an hour before dawn and when the sun rose it cast it's light upon the devastation caused in the night, it illuminated the wreckage of buildings within them the bodies of those unfortunate enough to have been caught in the blitz. Or perhaps they were the lucky ones, those who died that night for the assault on the ground had now begun, the entire army of the south had been sent, their mission, to leave no-one alive. Years of pent up hatred and frustration of the Communist scum that lived up north was to be released all in one go. This was not a war or just retaliation, this was to be genocide.

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Lolahend

The capital city, Lolahend had been the first to be attacked and now lay in ruins, a ghost town, bodies of the dead scattered in the streets and in buildings, the southern soldiers had been merciless, not one soul had been left alive. The fight in Lolahend had taken most of the day, the People's army had fought with all they could but had failed now the black flag of the south hung on the spire of what had been the Parliament building and southern soldiers patrolled the streets looking for survivors that may be hiding...

Lynda Moran, the Foreign Affairs Commissar Stirred, every bit of her ached... What had happened? the last she remembered the southern army had attacked the building then...Nothing. She groaned and clutched at her head waiting for her vision to clear and, when it did, wishing it had not. She was lying the the wreckage of what had one been The Parliament Building, all around him were the bodies of other people, her comrades... Dear god... Was she the only survivor? With effort she pushed herself up to a sitting position and looked around there was no sign of life, the building was eerily quiet and she felt so alone, she took the weapon of a fallen guard and though she felt bad she knew that the man would no longer need it. She then crawled out of the room keeping low and avoiding the windows. The voice, the whisper made her start.
“Comrade?” she looked around in the direction the voice had come from and in another room saw the general secretary, holding a pistol and gesturing to her to come over. she did and when she arrived she saw the expression on his face, one of relief mixed with horror
“Comrade, You do not know how glad I am to see you, At first I thought I must be dreaming”
“They...They killed everyone!” Moran could not keep the emotion, the sadness and anger from her voice “The fucking killed everyone! And we couldn't stop them!”
“I know...I know... Those damned fascists have crossed the line...”
“What can we do?”
“We...We must find a way to get help... They won't stop at this city...We must get a message out...”

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A cry for help, A desperate cry for help from a nation under persecution. The radio crackled the message for whoever may be listening hoping against all hope that someone somewhere would hear them.

“This...This is call for help...From Jayson Alvarez, General Secretary of the Communist Party of Terraficial Blanc North... Today we...We have been attacked...Our cities are being destroyed and the people killed....I...I saw it happen....Me and one other are the only survivors in Lolahend....We have seen what the South does and we know....We know they will not stop until...until everyone....Everyone here is dead....Please....If...If anyone has any compassion...Please....Help stop the slaughter....We cannot win this alone...It may not be too Late * A slamming sound can be heard then another voice, different to the one that was heard before spoke * ON YOUR FEET BOTH OF YOU. GET UP! NOW! * Silence and then gunshots, the second voice was heard again * Bloody commies... That... Wha? Someone cut the damn transmission on that thing!”

And then there was nothing. Not a sound, just static.

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The room swam into focus in-front of Alvarez, for a moment he could not believe his eyes, he was in the meeting room in Mideivept, that same room where he had signed the peace treaty eight years ago, and sitting in-front of him was none other than Regulus Caligari, Duce of the south. In a wild moment he thought it was still the year 2000 and he had simply fallen asleep, the past eight years were a dream! ...But no, Caligari looked different, older.

“General Secretary!” Caligari spoke, his voice was loud and had a fake cheery quality that ground on Alvarez's nerves, Caligari continued “How long has it been? Eight years? Too long, too long. My fault perhaps, maybe if we had met more regularly this sorry affair need never have happened. No matter” Caligari stood up and placed the palms of his hands on the table, watching Alvarez, all the fake joviality was gone and there was a look of cold hatred in his eyes.
“You broke the pact we signed, you brought this upon yourself. Everything that is happening is your own fault”
Alvarez shook his head, there was a ringing in his ears, his thoughts were fuzzy and the events of the last few hours kept replaying in his head. The blitz. The invasion. The Southern flag flying from the parliament building. Finding Lynda. The call for help. All of it spinning around and around so that he could barley string two thoughts together.
“L-Lynda? What happened....to...”
“Your survivor? She is dead, as everyone else in your wretched country soon will be”
Alvarez tried to get up, he wanted to kill the man wanted him to pay for what he had done, but as he tried to stand met resistance. He was tied to the chair.
“Well, I think that is all... Guards, I have no more use for this man” Caligari turned his back on the general secretary and walked out of the room. Two guards who had been silent the whole time stepped forward and untied the man, dragging him downstairs into the cells.

EDIT: Oh man, I'm sorry, I'm afraid this thread is dead, I got writers block and couldn't reply, to those who participated, you're awsome and I'm sorry :(

OOC: Tag to register my interest.

[[OOC: Tag for response later]]

(OoC: ok, awaiting your replies with interest)

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To: Government of Terraficial Blanc South
From: Hochmiester Alfred Von Ritterbrudder.

We fully support your crusade against communism. Please inform us if The Teutonic Order of Chernobl can help in any way.

To: Terraficial Blanc South
From: The Grand World Order Office of Foreign Affairs

We support your activities against the cursed Commie North of your nation.

That said, we are deploying naval forces to defend your country against enemy invasion, as well as 750,000 GWO personnel to help take over the North.

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To The Grand World Order Office of Foreign Affairs,
We thank you for your support in removing these people from the country. For too long they have been a plague on what could be a great nation and heavens only know why we tolerated them for so long.
Sincerely,
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Foreign Affairs office, Veblensk

A man stood in front of a group of officials using a projector explaining the current situation in Terraficial Blanc.

"As you can tell by now, it's turn into a mess, and the Communist North suffered heavy losses both civil and military early on."

He switched the slide.

"We intercepted a message from the north, and from what made it through it appears the South intends to kill all the inhabitants in the North."

One of them men rasied his hand and asked a question.

"So what are our options?"

"I sent a report to the Premier, and she's running it through the Troika right as we speak. If it's approved, we'll conduct a massive airlift operation into their country and remove the fascists from the land. The combat unit in question would be the entire 106th Guards Airborne Division, with supporting heavy armor units and air support."

To: Terraficial Blanc South
From: The Grand World Order Office of Foreign Affairs

We are simply doing our job, helping the Fascist Enlightenment.

((OOC: Chernobyl, how exactly are you going to paradrop heavy armor? Tanks generally don't fare too well in paradrops.))

To: Terraficial Blanc South
From: The Grand World Order Office of Foreign Affairs

We are simply doing our job, helping the Fascist Enlightenment.

((OOC: Chernobyl, how exactly are you going to paradrop heavy armor? Tanks generally don't fare too well in paradrops.))

ooc: The tanks being initially dropped are Sprut-SD's, which are capable of defeating MBT's[it uses the 2A75 125mm cannon. The T-90's would arrive once a FOB is established

Persepolis Palace, Parthia

"Shahanshah, has Your Majesty seen the new developments in Terraficial Blanc? It seems a most worthy choice for further development of our human and mineral resource base. Perhaps, a small addition of our own into the ongoing conflict could ensure overall long term profitability?"

The Shah nodded, "Inform me later of the mineral resources of the Communist section of the nation, then we will see about dealing with the already weakened Marxists once and for all, for a profit, of course, and I'm sure the south would be happy to give us one if we force their hand."

OOC: Do you happen to have a map of your country?

ooc: Does the North have any chain of command left, or should I just deploy?

Official message from the Kingdom of Bardar;

"We congratulate these brave patriots for their vigilant battle against the rogue communists. Realzing communism is an ideology of evil, the Kingdom will support the fascist side. We will send armament, money and some of our best instructors to support the true government. The Kingdom will gladly help nations fighting false ideologies such as communism and socialism."

Asmolach II, Prime Minister of Bardar, patriarch of the Church of Bardar.

"Massacre everywhere..." *zapp* "...is offical genocide" *zapp* "...today is going to be mild fog with..." *zapp*

"As you can see the situation is critical, it almost seems that either side does not care for the live of civilians, were we to take action we should take it now." Stated vice-foreign minister Ivanhoe
"I see... what would be our options at this time?"asked the Knight of the Emperor Valkorn
"We believe that it is in our best interest to bring peace by either joining either side and resolve this conflict by force or follow the diplomatical path and try to bring some sense into these people. However with our military deployment section mainly deployed else where we would be fighting with limited soldiers thus we, foreign ministry of political affairs, suggest a more diplomatical route"
"Thank you for your report, most respected vice-foreign minister, i'll place both options at hand of the Emperor"

Several hours later an offical Tybra statement was broadcasted to both sides of Terraficial Blanc on all oficial and unoffical remaining channels

My name is Valkorn, I am a Knight of The Emperor of the Holy Empire of Tybra.
Both north as south has suffered greatly millions of lives lost, many innocent of any crime. And for what cause? For justice? To protect? Protect what? Ourselves? The future? If we kill people to protect ourselves and this future, then what sort of future is it, and what will we have become? There is no future for those who have died. And what of those who did the killing? Is happiness to be found in a future that is grasped with bloodstained hands?
A bloody war cannot be the awnser.
One guy's killed for killing another and then he's killed for killing him. How is that kind of twisted thinking ever gonna bring us peace?
Therefor the Holy Empire of Tybra proposes an immidiate cease-fire between both sides and begin peace negotiations. for an everlasting peace.
We are willing to supply a neutral location.
Whatever human beings have begun, other human beings can then put a stop to.

To: Terraficial Blanc South
From: Republic Of Madurastan

We are saddened to hear about the conflict that has enveloped your nation. We are however declaring neutrality and have dispatched a Madurastan Navy taskforce codenamed "Hells Guardian". The fleet will be monitoring the war from International Waters, but has orders if possible, to enter your waters and allow our SH-1 Medium Lift Helicopters to provide humanitarian aid to your people, especially your capital, Valbourne.

To: Terraficial Blanc South
From: Denecaep

Though we have left-sided opinions, we are opposed to communism and have been concerned with your rival in this war for a long time. While we are not ready to go to war at this time, we would like to offer you supplies.
What type of supplies are you in need of?

(OoC: Chernobyl-Pripyat, The only thing close to a chain of command that is not dead or in prison is various officers of the people's army. My advice is to just deploy.
The Parthians there is a link to the map in my signature, your people will find that the mineral resources of the north are these: Coal, Zinc, Iron ore, Limestone, Clay, Chalk, Lead, Natural Gas and small amounts of copper.)

Caligari Read the notes from various countries and laughed, he had been correct in his judgement that most places would see his regime as the lesser of two evils, truly the world was smarter than he had thought and could see that the communist scum was not worth protecting. He gestured his foreign affairs minister over.
“Answer these. I have some business to attend to”

Official message from the Kingdom of Bardar;

"We congratulate these brave patriots for their vigilant battle against the rogue communists. Realzing communism is an ideology of evil, the Kingdom will support the fascist side. We will send armament, money and some of our best instructors to support the true government. The Kingdom will gladly help nations fighting false ideologies such as communism and socialism."

Asmolach II, Prime Minister of Bardar, patriarch of the Church of Bardar.

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To Asmolach II, Prime Minister of Bardar, patriarch of the Church of Bardar
We thank you for your support in eliminating the communists from the country we are glad to see that more nations realise the fact that such ideologies as these are flawed and must be eradicated.
Sincerely,
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To: Terraficial Blanc South
From: Republic Of Madurastan
We are saddened to hear about the conflict that has enveloped your nation. We are however declaring neutrality and have dispatched a Madurastan Navy taskforce codenamed "Hells Guardian". The fleet will be monitoring the war from International Waters, but has orders if possible, to enter your waters and allow our SH-1 Medium Lift Helicopters to provide humanitarian aid to your people, especially your capital, Valbourne.

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To Republic Of Madurastan
We accept that you wish to remain neutral in this conflict, as for your task-force it may observe from international waters but any aggression towards TBS shall ot be tolerated. But by all means feel free to assist in combating the communists in TBN.
Sincerely,
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The minister paused after writing this letter. Humanitarian aid, yes the missile has caused damage, had killed many people but this reply seemed to indicate that they thought the communists were actually able to invade them. This...Could be an advantage he thought. Yes, the more other nations thought the north as in the wrong, which they were, they started the whole thing. But still... If the world thought they had suffered worse than they actually had, maybe, just maybe they would ignore the fact that they intended the complete destruction of all the wretched communists that had for so long been a plague and parasite on Terraficial Blanc. With a chuckle Antione continued to reply to the messages.

To: Terraficial Blanc South
From: Denecaep
Though we have left-sided opinions, we are opposed to communism and have been concerned with your rival in this war for a long time. While we are not ready to go to war at this time, we would like to offer you supplies.
What type of supplies are you in need of?

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To Denecaep,
Thank you for your kind offer but at the moment we are not in dire need of supplies.
We are however glad to hear you oppose communism.
Sincerely,
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Caligari was, as he had said, attending to business. He had remembered one vital fact, one tiny imperfection that had to be out right. He picked up the phone and called the police station in Valbourne
“I have a job that needs taking care of.... It must be done as soon as possible......... I want you to go to Anglium Road and raid the Northern embassy, leave not a soul I do not want them becoming a command centre right in my own nation...........” He hung up and walked back into the room where Antione was replying to the letter, just in-time to hear a communication from another nation.

Tybra;14311988']My name is Valkorn, I am a Knight of The Emperor of the Holy Empire of Tybra.
Both north as south has suffered greatly millions of lives lost, many innocent of any crime. And for what cause? For justice? To protect? Protect what? Ourselves? The future? If we kill people to protect ourselves and this future, then what sort of future is it, and what will we have become? There is no future for those who have died. And what of those who did the killing? Is happiness to be found in a future that is grasped with bloodstained hands?
A bloody war cannot be the awnser.
One guy's killed for killing another and then he's killed for killing him. How is that kind of twisted thinking ever gonna bring us peace?
Therefor the Holy Empire of Tybra proposes an immidiate cease-fire between both sides and begin peace negotiations. for an everlasting peace.
We are willing to supply a neutral location.
Whatever human beings have begun, other human beings can then put a stop to.

“What is this?”
“The ramblings of a nation with a bleeding heart”
Caligari shook his head, everlasting peace? What kind of a person actually believed that kind of bullshit? Did they not understand, they could never, and would never be of at peace. Not until every leftist, communist, and liberal was wiped form the earth.
“Open communication with them then”
“You want to speak to them?”
“No, I want you to speak to them. You have more patience in these matters. Fill it with diplomacy and such”

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“Mr. Valkorn, I am Luther Antione, Minister of Foreign affairs for TBS. While your concern is understandable, We have to refuse your offer. Peace can never exist between the north and south, we know this because we have tried. We have tried to form a peace contract with them and they broke it. We refuse to exercise a ceasefire, these people need to be taught a lesson that they will only learn by force. You say these is no future in war but we beg to differ. This is the only way we can ensure a future and if people must die along the way then so be it. Thank-you and good day”

Off the TBS Coast

The GWO Fleet was already arriving, led by the Dreadnought FWS Benito Mussolini. Admiral (Upper Class) Harlequin Amoufhaz was aboard the ship, looking over various news clips and footage of the Southern invasion of the North.

Quickly, a message was sent to TBS's port and naval authorities, requesting a harbor and port to dock their logistics ships. Meanwhile, the combat aspects of the fleet moved between Northern and Southern waters, ready to either intercept an unauthorized fleet or hit a land target with a slew of cruise missiles.

Grand World Order, You have permission to make full use of the Harbour in Indetul

(OoC: Yeah, I suck at anything navy related, that's why this post is crappy)

After the deployment was authorized, preparations began. Dozens of heavy lift aircraft sat ready to take off, along with 3 AWACS, a refueling tanker and 5 Jamming aircraft. The escorting aircraft would primarily be X-02A stealth fighters, but a handful of Su-34 would tag along to engage hostile ships. They would deploy at the northern-most sector of the TBN, yet out of range of ship artillery. After deploying and setting up an operations base, they were to find any surviving TBN military personnel and assist them.

After the aircraft took off, T-90A tanks were loaded, 3 in each, into An-124's and would be escorted in the same manner to TBN, once the base was established

OOC: I have an embassy in TBN, I'll putting it to use
IC:
"Comrade? Comrade? Come in, Mr Kozlov are your hearing me?"
Harold Tyson swore and cut communication, He had been hearing about the attack on Lolahend and had got worried, Crystalliniah has a embassy there and if it had been caught in attacks. Maybe there had been a situation prevent the ambassador from receiving the message. He opened up communication for the fifth time, he had been trying since hear of the attack
"Comrade Vladimir Kozlov Answer me. This Harold Tyson, Do you hearing me? Do You Hearing me?"

TBS Waters

With the TBS's permission, the massive Logistics ships of the Order pulled into port. Ramps erected themselves from the ships, and shortly after, the GWO war machine began pulling out onto the docks before proceeding to various assembly points.

"Approaching drop zone, all crews open doors"

Within minutes, 8,000 paratroopers would descend from their aircraft, alongside over a hundred BMD based vehicles and the Sprut-SD's. Once they were all on the ground, they would set a perimeter, and prep a landing strip for the following deployments of equipment.

To Terrificial Blanc South
From Republic Of Madurastan

The fleet will be anchoring just inside territorial waters(3 Miles) and will be monitoring radio traffic. The Madurastan flag will be flying on each vessel. Any aircraft that comes near the fleet will be intercepted and asked for confirmation of nationality and course. This is to keep the fleet safe and prevent a sneak attack.

Johnston, Maine Islands.
18th December 2008.
The Government Buildings.

President John Clarke simply sipped his coffee cup for the fourth time in the last minute or so, listening in on the National Security Advisor's briefing of some recent situations and incidents which had happened in the death-filled globe.

It saddened Clarke, a devout Catholic. There was far too much death in the modern world, lives being cruelly taken by dictatorships and other corrupt regimes across the world. The country the Maine Islands were part of ten hours ago, according to Greenwich Mean Time, had attempted to stamp out such deaths, but the result had been more deaths, more destruction and being embarrassed in front of the community of nations. Hardly a thing a nation so young wanted.

"-Blanc North has been subject of attacks from the South after a missile was launched at the South's capital city, and the entire Terraficial Blanc North's government is thought to be dead," explained Scott Jackson, in his usual, monotone voice. If a nuke went right off beside him, the best you'd get out of this bastard was 'oh, how interesting'.

"What?" gasped Clarke, nearly spilling his Brazilian coffee mug. The coffee mug had been made by his 6-year-old son, Jonny, in his prep school. He had used a blank, white mug provided by James Prep School, and had written 'I love you Daddy' across it, with a few letters backwards which made it look extra cute.

"The TBS attacked the TBN after the TBN attacked them," replied Jackson, in his bored voice. He was shuffling through a pile of documents, turning to the next page.

Arrogant, ignorant son of a bitch," thought Clarke. I'll fire him after the elections.

"Get SecDefence in," ordered Clarke. "Now!"

Jackson walked out of the room, sighing and looking content to get out of the President's Office. After about ten minutes, the tall, heavily built black man Benjamin 'Ben' Wilson steeped into the room, measuring six foot eight. He was ex-Force Recon, from his service in the United States Marine Corp.

"You asked to see me, John?" inquired Ben, sitting down on one of the two chairs just in front of the President's Desk.

"Yes, Ben," replied Clarke. "You know about the situation in Terraficial Blanc, I trust?"

"Yes," came the deep-voiced reply. "Terrible, as all wars are. We believe it is impossible to make communications with the North's communists, and, in my honest opinion, we should stay out of this. Any intervention in this would create an international incident, something a new nation never wants to create."

Clarke swivelled his plush office chair behind the desk, to watch over Johnston's citizens lives. About forty-something floors down, the House of Representatives were conducting their first meeting.

They were communists, the northerners of Terraficial Blanc. Did that make them less human? The U.S., during Vietnam, had tried to brainwash the residents of the Maine Islands, but such attempts were futile. Partly because no Maine Islander gave half a damn about some shit the U.S. had done.

One person might be alive in the Parliament Buildings.

"Where's our nearest military base?" demanded Clarke.

"We don't have any bases near Terraficial Blanc," came the trained response of Ben. "Though, there is a nearby aircraft carrier, several hours from the TBS. The MIS Century , we inherited her off the U.S. of A."

"Send a Blackhawk to conduct a search-and-rescue operation in the Parliament Buildings," commanded Clarke, downing the last of his coffee.

"But sir, this will-" pleaded Ben, before being interrupted by the hardliner which was John Clarke.

"Just get the fucking job done,"

*

Somewhere near the capital of Terrifical Blanc North.
18th December 2008.
Inside the UH-20 Blackhawk.

The whole squad - no, the entire carrier - was opposed to this event. Saving people wasn't the job of a twenty hour old nation, and saving communists defiantly wasn't the job of any democratic nation with two or more brain cells to rub together.

"ETA ten minutes."

The squad, Delta Two Four from the Maine Islander Marine Corp, checked their M16A4s were fully loaded, along with the rest of their equipment. They were dressed in full 'black ops' gear, as it was known inside the MIMC.

((OOC: Terraficial Blanc, if he/she wants, can roleplay the Blackhawk's arrival. I'm hoping it can pick up some senior politician, if one or two of them survived. By the way, I know I'm a young nation, but don't sue me please, I'm just trying to break in on the roleplay scene.))

(OoC: GWO, CP -I can call you that right?- anyway, now you arrived just start and I'll reply, like CP, you could meet some of the remaining members of the people's army, GWO you could do the same or establish communications with the south. or whatever you two want, it's up to you really)

Lolahend

The Soldiers of the southern army patrolled the streets, this second sweep of the city was to weed out anyone who may have survived the first attack. They turned on one o the streets that was being used for embassies and proceeded to check every house in turn, as they had been doing for the past few hours.
“Serge, cm'ere”
“What is it private?”
“Listen, someone's tryin' to reach the people who used to be here”
They listened to the radio transmission from Crystalliniah
“What was this place again serge?”
“An embassy of some sort” the sergeant walked further into the remains of the building, the other three following, weapons at the ready, just incase, but they found no-one

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To Terrificial Blanc South
From Republic Of Madurastan

The fleet will be anchoring just inside territorial waters(3 Miles) and will be monitoring radio traffic. The Madurastan flag will be flying on each vessel. Any aircraft that comes near the fleet will be intercepted and asked for confirmation of nationality and course. This is to keep the fleet safe and prevent a sneak attack.

Antione sighed, he hadn't had to write out so many replies to foreign nations, well, ever.

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To the Republic Of Madurastan
Very well, but as I said before, no hostility towards TBS will be tolerated.
Sincerely,
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A sneak attack against whom? he wondered, against them or the north? It was so hard to tell sometimes, especially when the nation in question chooses to remain 'neutral'
He heard the door open and looked around, Caligari had entered, he had a thoughtful expression on his face.
“Glad I found you here, I have a question”
Antione did not speak, to have found him here? Where else would he be.
“Our foreign guests, what do you propose we do with them?”
“Foreign guests? You mean The Grand World Order?”
“Not them....They arrived have they?”
“Yes”
“Good, good... But no not them. The others, from, what was it? The people's republic of something-or-other”
“Crystalliniah?” Guests... That was a nice way of putting it, in reality they were being kept in custody. Security measures of cource.
“Yes them. It would be declaring war if we killed those damn commies?”
“Yes, it would. If you don't want war I suggest you deport them. If you do want war, then kill them”
“Hmm... Not right now. Well, get in contact with their people, make sure it sounds polite, don't give them excuses to get involved, we want to get rid of communists, not invite them in.”

-----

“Crystalliniah, are you receiving this? This is Luther Antione, Minister of foreign affairs for TBS, I wish to inform you that, despite being communists, your people, including your ambassador, are safe. Should you want them back we will send them at your convenience. Because of your government, we will not allow any of your ships or planes within our nation so you may not come yourselves, we will however make sure they arrive back to your own country safe”

(OoC: Maine Islands, dont worry, your free to join, that was a good intro, I'll post a repy as soon as I wite one)

OOC: Is Northern Terraficial Blanc democratic and whatnot?
Comrades of North Terraficial Blanc!

The fight against the Fascists is a cause both of our people share. It was not long ago when our war against the Maldorians cost us many civilians lives and we recognize the suffering the Fascist hordes must cause in order to stay in power. Although your armies are being pushed back, stay strong! The 14th, 17th, 19th and 27th Shipping Fleets are currently being sent to ports still in Communist control. They contain weapons: 10 million Ak-47s, 3 million RPG-7s, 4 million Type 67 GPMG, 1 million AT-7s, and 300,000 FIM-92 Stingers, as well as ammunition and war supplies (oil, steel, natural gas, rubber, prosperous,etc.,). More aid will arrive soon Comrades. Stand your ground and let the Fascists pay for every inch that they gain.

Official Communique
From the UWR,
Foreign Bureau

OOC: Sorry to have to pop in an OOC-only post, but is TBN an elected government? If yes, I'll almost definitely become involved, though probably in a solely peacekeeping/broadcasting role.

When the people of Maine Islands Arrived in Lolahend the first thing that struck them was the extent of the damage that had been caused. The city that had once been so full of life was in ruins and the streets deserted, occupied by no-one but the dead, and there were so many of them, the streets were littered with bodies. Most civilian but there was the occasion military uniform of the people's army.
After making their way down deserted street after deserted street they arrived at the parliament building. Half of it was completely destroyed, demolished. The inside was as bad, if not worse than the outside of the building. Outside was in the open, here was enclosed the bodies of all the people who had died here. They checked every room, checking for survivors. They had searched almost every room with no luck, they found many more bodies but no-one living. As they entered the final room they had luck. The man they found. They may have missed him had they not, by some luck, seen him move slightly...

(OoC: Take it away Maine :))

-----

Dorley

The town furthest north, It was a small town a few miles from the coast. A small mining town with a few farms around the place. Despite this it had been bombed in the night's blitz. However the southern army had not arrived here yet. This place was still held by the People's Army but perhaps not for long...

(OoC: Northern Baltic, There is no chain of command left, should you arrive in Dorley you may meet some of the People's Army.
Leistung, their government successor is chosen by the previous General Secretary and approved of by other council members. There is only one party)

To Terrificial Blanc South
From Republic Of Madurastan

Subject: Fleet Orders
Encription Level: Black-High Encription

The last message was garbled during the latter part of the message so this message will clarify the situation. The fleets orders are:

1. Monitor radio traffic
2. Do not fire unless fire upon
3. Prevent a sneak attack on the fleet by TBN aircraft
4. Maintain neutral status to the public eye but supply TBS Army If possible by secret, by landing supplies by helicopter to aid the Terrificial Blanc South Army under cover of "Madurastan Nationals Evacuation and Humanitarian Aid drops " but not to engage any TBN targets.

"Finally," sighed Private James Johnson, Junior.

They looked at the middle-aged man, moving slightly away from them. He was pale as the snow which the news companies had so busily reported on, then brought in the eco-doom merchants who blamed all of it on global warming. Not that the MIMC cared about global warming, and in particular the soldiers gathered at the current scene.

"P.J., you know some of the local language?" asked Sergeant Daniel Williams.

"Yes sir," replied Private P.J. Foley, before crouching down beside the local man, and started talking in their local language, though his speech was broken. "We are people from a foreign nation. We have come to take you to safety. Please come."

P.J. made a quick check if he wasn't bleeding or hurt in any way which P.J. could see as a marine medic, then quickly gave the local a fireman's lift. They all knew that they had to get out of here quickly, before any local militants or, at worse, army came along and fire a magazine or two at their brains.

Sergeant Williams, without thinking, started rushing down the remains of the stairs, and after several minutes arrived at the main doors of the ruins of the Parliament Buildings. As he had been trained to, he threw a smoke grenade out of the window. Whenever the smoke grenade started spreading smoke, the Blackhawk pilots would know to come over to it, to pick them up.

"Shit!" was the shout of Johnson, as several bullets passed through the sergeant's upper body.

Several seconds after the Sergeant had opened the main doors, either soldiers or militants had blasted rounds of bullets into his chest, particularly in the heart area.

"You'll going to be OK...the medics will fix you up..." assured Johnson, pulling the Sergeant out of harm's way. They were related, cousins exactly. Johnson was going mad seeing his 'Big Cousin' gasping for breath, blood crawling out of his well built chest, then his final breath...

"Fuck!" cried Johnson. This wasn't simply the death of a friend. It was a death of a relative.

Instantly, the remaining squaddies chucked all the grenades they could out of the door and some nearby windows, waited for the explosions then decided they should go A-Team on these motherfuckers.

Unfortunately, before Private Patrick James Foley had time to finally act as B.A. Baracus, better known as Mr., the Blackhawk arrived, opened up its doors and one of the crew members urged them to get in as fast as their feet could carry them.

Without any hesitation, with the body of the Sergeant and the local politician, the squad sprinted as fast as circumstances permitted towards the Blackhawk.

The patrol of soldiers had happened to glance up a the wreckage of the parliament building, they had checked it so seeing the people in the windows and then the smoke grenade came as quite a shock and they acted instinctively, firing at the people who were inside. The unknown people had weapons and that could only mean one thing in their view. Some of the 'People's Army' was trying, foolishly to take back Lolahend. Well... They were not going to have that.
They continued to fire, several grenades came flying out of the windows, exploding and injuring those closest, some of the men caught in the explosions would probably not make it. One of them soldiers shouted and pointed skywards at the Blackhawk. the others looked up too and scattered as the helicopter descended.
The north did not use Blackhawks. These were not the people's army. A message had to be sent to Mideivept.

-----

To Terrificial Blanc South
From Republic Of Madurastan
Subject: Fleet Orders
Encription Level: Black-High Encription
The last message was garbled during the latter part of the message so this message will clarify the situation. The fleets orders are:
1. Monitor radio traffic
2. Do not fire unless fire upon
3. Prevent a sneak attack on the fleet by TBN aircraft
4.Maintain neutral status to the public eye but supply TBS Army If possible by secret, by landing supplies by helicopter to aid the Terrificial Blanc South Army under cover of "Madurastan Nationals Evacuation and Humanitarian Aid drops " but not to engage any TBN targets.

Antione chuckled as he read this, so they were not neutral. They would not be targeting anyone, but they certainly were not helping the north.

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Encryption Level: Very High
To the Republic Of Madurastan
Thank you for making yourself clearer, dropping supplies in secret should not be a problem. Should we be asked, we will deny it and should they ask specifically, claim that any drops were humanitarian aid. Your reluctance to participate is understandable, many nations would see this affair as being unethical.
Sincerely,
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Well, that took care of that. The last letter for the moment. He got up from his desk and stretched his arms, he needed a walk he had been cooped up in this office for hours. Walking over to the door he was about to place his hand on the handle when it slammed open casing him to jump back in alarm. In came Cecil Zanetti, the minister of defence
“Yes?” Knock please dammit!
“Foreigners”
“What about them”
“They attacked Lolahend”
“So did we...”
“They attacked our people in Lolahend”
Antione put one hand to his head and sighed, just what he needed, Would he ever get a break?
“Who were they?”
“The soldiers did not know”
“Well” He said exasperated “Well, how do you expect me to do anything about it unless I know where they are from, I assume because you came to me, it should be done diplomatically, if not, see Il Duce. But unless you know who they were nothing can be done. Diplomatically or militantly”
He sighed again, some people simply did not use their brains, it frustrated him, it really did.

“Crystalliniah, are you receiving this? This is Luther Antione, Minister of foreign affairs for TBS, I wish to inform you that, despite being communists, your people, including your ambassador, are safe. Should you want them back we will send them at your convenience. Because of your government, we will not allow any of your ships or planes within our nation so you may not come yourselves, we will however make sure they arrive back to your own country safe”

"Oh! Oh!" Harold Jumped up, finally a response. He listened to it increasing disbelief mixed with annoyance and indignation at the arrogance of them. Not trusting tem into their country, no not their country. The country of TBN which, bye their own insistance was seprate.
"This is Harold Tyson, Commissar of Foreign affairs, I am hearing you. If you can be getting our people back to our country soon as possible and if we hear that they have been being mistreated we will take action."
Tyson hesitated, the heat o the moment had taken over and he had just said that without talking to the elected head... or anyone else. knowing fascists something will have happened. he continues with the message
"um... Accepting your decision to not have us in your country would you please just returning them to their home soon"

[ooc: what kind of equipment do they use? Assuming I create the battle myself, I'll edit the post after getting more information]

Several hours after a defensible base was set up and all the equipment arrived, a scout team had located a Regiment of Peoples Army Personnel. After explaining the situation, the VDV were to assist in the retaking of Alnesse. As a result of further planning, more reinforcements were enroute, including several Motor-Rifle Brigades and a helicopter detachment.

Off the Coast
"Comrade General! Foreign Affairs said they've been trying to contact any form of military or civilian government for the last two hours..."
"And, Comrade Lieutenant?"
"Nothing! It's like..."
"Tell them to try again, Comrade. Dismissed!"
The Admiral stared out at the seemingly endless sea behind the ship, however the noticeable creaking from the door drew his attention.
A young sailor walked in and saluted.
"Comrade General! The Dora has reported sight of the coast. They also report sight of a small village. It wasn't on the navigation charts, but we pulled up some special maps, you know, Foreign Intelligence shit, and we managed to find the name of this town. It's called Dorley."
"Do we have any information on the town, Comrade?"
"A little. Primary economic activity is mining with satellites pointing out a number of farms."
"And of the population, Comrade?"
"Unknown, Comrade General."
The Admiral nodded and thought to himself. Farmers and miners? Even if they lack military experience, Farmers and miners make for tough people.
"Tell the Captain that we're going to land there. Send a detachment of the 131st Marines, around 500 men, to make contact with the village and give them a heads up what's happening. Prepare 2,000 more marines to train any volunteers. We need to hold Dorley as a rallying point for resistance against the Fascists. If there isn't a remaining military command structure, as it seems there isn't, we need to make our own. However, we must put an emphasis on democracy, both in the Army and in everyday life. Once they get a taste of real freedom, most will never want to give it up. Dismissed, Comrade!"

Dorley
The Marines landed and moved into town to look for some sort of leader to talk to.

The Madurastan Aircraft Carriers MAC Freedom, MAC Liberty and MAC General Jack Storm moved slowly along with the Madurastan Cruisers MC Fearless, MC Braveheart and MC Dauntless. The fleet were heading to a point 7 miles outside TBS waters to monitor radio traffic. The F-25C Revolution Fighters on board the aircraft were however, armed and ready to counter an attack made on the fleet. A blip had been spotted on MC Dauntless's sonar but had been to be nothing but a fishing vessel of TBS origin on its way back home. The vessel was contacted and asked to return to TBS waters to avoid it being targeted by the fleet and avoid causing a unfortunate situation.

“So they do not heed our call for peace?” Valkorn looked through some papers
“I have to admit valkorn that was quite the speech”
“Zetrem I do not have time for you to meddle with my affairs”
“It was still quite the dramatic act, nonetheless. With our Emperor currently tied to larger affairs at hand he asked me to support you”
“Both knights of the emperor on the same state affair? This is highly unusual not to mention we both have our specialties, and if I remember correctly you were once called the protégé tactician”
“Exactly”
“You don’t mean, are these the emperors orders!?” Valkorn slammed his hand on his desk
“Yes as we speak the Royal Destroyer Galahad and the Royal Frigates Tristan and Palamedes are making preparations for launch, with them a troop transport ship carrying 1000 troops will come to Ostport and…”
“What is the meaning of this kind of intervention!?” Valkorn asked slamming his fist once more against his desk.
“and will protect the citizens of the city. When all danger is resolved we shall leave.” Zetrem continued as if valkorn asked nothing
An uncomfortable pause remained in the office of Valkorn broken by the sound of Zetrem cell phone.
“I see, very well, continue with the mission”
“was that?”
“Yes the press secretary, he made every preparation for you to send your broadcast.”
“I see, to let it be recorded that I reject your way I can currently only see this as the only option left”

A broadcast was send once more through every possible channel hoping to reach the citizens of TBN and at the same time warn the government of TBS.

Citizens of Terraficial Blanc, both South as North. You have heard my name before, my name is Valkorn.
With the current state of Terraficial Blanc North, the government of Terreaficial Blanc North cannot protect its citizens.
With the slaughter brought upon by Terraficial Blanc South and diplomacy failing we do not see any other option then secure the safety of the citizens of Terraficial Blanc North, by means of a military intervention.
Though we cannot say who is right or wrong, who is better, or how this war has started, to slaughter innocent lives as a blood sacrifice for the flames of war we can only see injustice.
Those who are willing to kill should be prepared to kill and not involve innocent lives.
As of this day the city of Ostport shall be under The Holy Empire of Tybra protection.
Any innocent lives taken by Terraficial Blanc South in this city will be considerd an act of war against The Holy Empire Tybra.

The soldiers were sitting on the small red seats of the Blackhawk, which was a commissioned aircraft for the United States Navy just one or two days ago. The Maine Islands had only been a nation for, say, 72 hours, and this special operation would go down in history as the first operation of the Maine Islander Armed Forces.

The local politician had been, thankfully, unconscious most of the time, thus he was quite shocked whenever he woke up in the middle of a foreign aircraft, surrounded by armed men and the stench of death in the helicopter.

"Where am I?" asked the politician, noticing he was on the floor. He was talking in his nation's language, meaning P.K. would be the director of communications for this flight. And any other events when this bastard was required to talk, making P.J. a translator and a military man.

"You are in a Blackhawk helicopter," replied P.J., helping the man up to a seat while speaking in the local language. "We are soldiers who are taking you to the safety of our nation. Do you understand me?"

*
Johnston, Maine Islands.
19th December 2008.
The Government Buildings.

The President leaned back in his leather swivel chair, thinking about what had been achieved today. The welfare state and the Maine Islander Health Service had been created, for one. He had chosen his Vice-President, Robby Walker, who had proven himself numerous occasions in the U.S. as a man for politics.

But he couldn't get one thought out of head, no matter how much building of a nation was being done. That thought was the situation in Terrafical Blanc North.

Luckily, the Deputy Secretary of Defence, David Elijah, brother of the Elijah Islander Prime Minister Elena Elijah, over the situation. Yes, the Elijah Islands had been turned into a protectorate of Ixania recently, not that it had been breaking news in any nation. Which was mad.

The report was good, and it was hard to argue with Elijah's writings. No wonder he had bags under his eyes for the last three days. Dave had been putting together this report, probably by researching and researching which probably kept him up to 4 o'clock every night. Well, Hebrews were mad, as some said.

Suddenly, the Secretary of Defence, Ben Wilson, walked into the room, carrying a sheet of documents and looking, as usual, the gentle, loving man he was. But that didn't change the fact he looked like he was an angry giant.

"Mr. President-" started Ben.

"Damnit, Ben!" scowled John Clarke, nearly spilling his coffee. "You know how I feel about that aristocratic crap!"

"John, you are the first President of the Republic of Maine Islands, and we have some major shit in Terrafical Blanc and you made us get involved," replied Ben, his voice slightly more frightening than usual. "And, for the first time in the last twenty years or so, a Head of State finally can look at some good news!"

Ben set the documents down on the President's Desk, and instantly Clarke started proof reading them, smiling halfway between and then returning the report with a grin.

"I'd recommend we get this man a safe house in Washington Island, and then hope nobody finds out where he is," ordered Clarke, lighting a cigar. "Is that understood?"

"Aye aye, Captain."

((OOC: If any of you are wondering, I am the Elijah Islands. And I made an arrangement with Neo-Ixania over IM to make the Elijahs a territory of Ixania. I'd expect Ixania to announce this sooner or later.))

The Spire, Magna Polis

The message from Tybra had been intercepted. Clearly, this wasn't going to fly with the Federation. Instantly, it was wired to the Fleet.

The FWS Benito Mussolini

"Aye, not good at all," replied Admiral Amoufhaz to the message (Out loud, of course). "Move a portion of the combat fleet, including this ship, to better cover Ostport. We've already got ground forces being deployed there. Tell Tybra that we will not hesitate to sink all their ships and send their men to the Locker."

To: Valkorn
From: Admiral Harlequin Amoufhaz, Grand World Order Department of Naval Warfare

Are you perhaps not right in the head? No, you cannot send forces to Ostport, because I have my fleet parked near there, along with a slew of my Marines headed for there with a contingent of Army personnel. I'm sure we don't want any hostile confrontations, Herr Valkorn.

Madurastan Capital, Liberty City
Presidential Residence
Oval Office

President Jack Browning sat at his desk looking at the reports from the fleet codenamed "Hells Angel" which was currently outside Terrificial Blanc South territorial waters monitoring the radio traffic. The attempt to get supplies to the Terrificial Blanc South Army had been abandoned on his orders until the situation on the ground was clearer.

The Madurastan Army generals had been bombarding him with pleas to send 2 Troop Ships to the fleet so to land if need be. He had rejected them out of hand for two reasons. One, he didn't want to provoke any foreign nation into attacking the fleet and two, it would be a wasted effort as enough soldiers were in Terrificial Blanc North and South now.

He looked up from his reports. He knew that he would soon have to deal with a war involving his country which he as a ex Field Marshal of the Madurastan Army and now Commander In Chief, was inevitable. "But back to the present", he thought. "The fleet is too close. I must move it slightly further south as the reports concerning the radio traffic in the north and the interception of a message from the Grand World Order fleet to the Tybra one, suggests impending danger. If the situation gets worse, i may have to withdraw it completely."

Fleet "Hells Angel"
Southeast of Terrificial Blanc South territorial waters

On the MC Braveheart, a radio operator recived the orders to move. Within minutes the orders had gone to each vessel in the fleet. As the fleet moved to 10 miles outside TBS territorial waters, the F-25C Revolution Fighter air patrols returned to the three Aircraft Carriers, but the AA missiles systems on the Cruisers remained operational just in case. The fleet however still continued to monitor radio traffic.

Persepolis Palace, Parthia

“Your plan, General?” Shah Khosru asked somewhat bemusedly as General Hormizd Golpayegan entered the Persepolis Palace Command room in the bunker underneath the ornate halls which the Shah called his home.

The General waited for a moment, uneasy at the thought of his career sitting on the line from a single word of the Shah calling it to an abrupt halt. “We land a small force at Ostport. The Communists are weak as it is, if anyone asks, it’s to protect the lives of civilians from genocide.

The Shah smiled, “Nothing like abusing the sympathy the bleeding heart nations have for the victims of a righteous purge.”

The General smiled, “Indeed, and once Ostport is taken under control, we will proceed forward with further operations using the city as a base of operations."

The Shah tensed for a moment, “Intervention?”

The General shook his head to the side, “Not likely, Your Majesty, at least, not any serious threat to operations. We will land at Ostport to protect civilians, set up a base of operations, then, we will reveal the real purpose of our operations when we are set in place.”

The Shah smiled, “You have my support General. Get to it.”


Task Force 82, 710 miles East-South-East of Ostport

180 Parthian warships and hundreds of transports cut through the waters towards Terraficial Blanc, carrying 8 divisions of mechanized infantry and two divisions of armor, along with disassembled aircraft for when the operations began to take shape.

Rear-Admiral Teymorian was eager, sitting in the bridge of the carrier Persepolis, he surveyed the fleet moving towards the target destination. It would only be a few days, then, he could make his mark, and so long as no one interfered, then all would be perfect.

In the skies above, a patrol of ACI-73s moved overhead, their roar audible 14,000 feet below them as they circled over the fleet, while the Parthians did not want to appear offensive, the worry of the hour was related to Fascist nations attacking the fleet for peacekeeping to the benefit of the Communists’ civilians, if they did, the Parthians would have to fight, the secrecy of the operation, after all, demanded that the ruse of peacekeeping hold up to all scrutiny.

(OoC: CP, many of their military bases were bombed and destroyed, they use whatever equipment they can salvage)

"
"This is Harold Tyson, Commissar of Foreign affairs, I am hearing you. If you can be getting our people back to our country soon as possible and if we hear that they have been being mistreated we will take action.....um... Accepting your decision to not have us in your country would you please just returning them to their home soon"

What was with the hesitation? Antione sighed, he would have thought even a 'commissar' would understand that in politics there is no room for hesitation, you had to be decisive.

“Mr. Tyson, we assure you your people are fine, they are in protective custody, this is merely a precautionary measure. You must understand this is because you may be seen as a possibly hostile nation, we mean no offense by this. Preparations to deport your nationals are being made as we speak, if you could give us indications as to whether it would be more convenient to arrive by air or sea that would be very much appreciated”

He cut transmission and shook his head. Sometimes this constant having to be polite to people you cannot stand got to him. But that was diplomacy, he did not want to give these bloody commies an excuse to get involved. Another transmission was coming in, for a moment he thought it was the Crystallinians but it was not.

Tybra;14318950']Citizens of Terraficial Blanc, both South as North. You have heard my name before, my name is Valkorn.
With the current state of Terraficial Blanc North, the government of Terreaficial Blanc North cannot protect its citizens.
With the slaughter brought upon by Terraficial Blanc South and diplomacy failing we do not see any other option then secure the safety of the citizens of Terraficial Blanc North, by means of a military intervention.
Though we cannot say who is right or wrong, who is better, or how this war has started, to slaughter innocent lives as a blood sacrifice for the flames of war we can only see injustice.
Those who are willing to kill should be prepared to kill and not involve innocent lives.
As of this day the city of Ostport shall be under The Holy Empire of Tybra protection.
Any innocent lives taken by Terraficial Blanc South in this city will be considered an act of war against The Holy Empire Tybra.

Oh great, the bleeding heart nation grew a backbone filled with so-called morality, did these people really want war? Why, why must they get involved in affairs that were, frankly none of their business, if we want to get rid of communists, let us, what difference does it make to them?

“Mr. Valkorn, the fact you have, or are planning to land your people in Ostport is already seen as a declaration of war in our eyes. We will continue to purge the country of the communist cancer that has ruined it whether you intervene or not. If that means killing your people as well, then that is what will happen. I urge you to reconsider this move s this war really does not concern you. Should your people die because of this brash action on your part, how would feel?”

-----

Dorley

The town had been damaged quite badly by the blitz, occasionally they saw some people searching in the wreckage of buildings for, who knows what. Loved ones? friends? Family? Possessions? When they passed by the citizens stopped what they were doing and regarded them with great suspicion, ready to retaliate if there was any sort of hostility.
They passed by what looked like the remains of a school building, outside of it were some soldiers Apparently guarding the building from intruders.

-----

In the Blackhawk


"You are in a Blackhawk helicopter," replied P.J., helping the man up to a seat while speaking in the local language. "We are soldiers who are taking you to the safety of our nation. Do you understand me?"


"I....I...Understand" His voce was slightly slurred, as thought he had difficulties in getting his thoughts straight. He tried to sit up in the seat but was hit by a sudden and strong spell of dizziness and slumped back. He sat still for a few minutes with his eyes closed, waiting for the world to stop spinning.
"Where...Where are you...Taking me?"

Dorley
Seeing the town was not controlled by the South, the men quickly slung their weapons behind their back and continued walking. In the middle of town, they happened upon a school and decided to go talk to the people there. Seeing several soldiers, they became hopeful that some form of military structure existed still, or at least there were trained men in the town. The lead man, Corporal Vladimir Bushkov said, once he was close enough to the soldiers, "Comrades! We have come to help you. We bring weapons and supplies, as well as our good will to your noble struggle."

Offshore
The Merchant fleets were ready to land, they were simply waiting for an order from the men that had gone to town.

The Northern Baltic
Meanwhile, the entire 21st Army had been selected to be deployed to Dorley. It was the start of a grand defensive strategy proposed by United Worker's Republic command. The troops were being mobilized now and General Mira Petehsky would be leading them, but they would not move until they had word from Dorley. Also being prepared was armored vehicles for the Northern Army and Militia. Clerks were searching through their stocks to see what items they had they could give away and would be useful for the Northern forces.

“Mr. Tyson, we assure you your people are fine, they are in protective custody, this is merely a precautionary measure. You must understand this is because you may be seen as a possibly hostile nation, we mean no offense by this. Preparations to deport your nationals are being made as we speak, if you could give us indications as to whether it would be more convenient to arrive by air or sea that would be very much appreciated”

"By air will be good, Sapenno International airport is probably best place to go to. We are saddened that you are seeing us as possibly hostile, we are not wanting to provoke a war, we are just wanting to ensure the safety of our citizens"

Harold cut the transmission and thought he should probably tell Comrade De Vries about this, he had done much without asking already, thankful he had not started a war accidentally he went out of his office and walked down the hall and knocked on the door of De Vries' and entering.
"Hello Comrade" Einar smiling as he greeted Harold
"Hello.. I have to be telling you something, It's important"
Einar nodded for him to be continue and Harold explained everything that had happened.
"This is terrible"
"They are safe!"
"Not that, the fact that TBS is doing such horrible thing to the people"
"What do you thinkign we should do comrade?"
"Get me all information you can on Terraficial Blanc, North and South"

"The Maine Islands," replied P.J., his accent developing. "You will be cared for in a top military hospital."

The Blackhawk was going straight onwards, flying over a massive, deep blue sea, with a few plots of land. The flying, despite weather warnings, was quite stable, gentle even.

Nobody had any clear what to do with the local politician. After he got treated, as he defiantly would, would could the RMI do? The nation had a few safehouses scattered across the nation, but it was general opinion that this man wouldn't flee to a safehouse, to watch his nation fall.

"Sir, if I may ask, what is your name and your position in your goverment?"

To: The Government of South Terraficial Blanc
From: General Joseph Monks of Nordfire

We are disgusted to hear of this attack on the innocent civilians of your country by communists. We will send humanitarian aid, as well as a taskforce of 5,000 soldiers. However these are for keeping order and defence only. They are not an invasion force.

EDIT: Nordfire, IC comming when I write it as I only just noticed your post


"Comrades! We have come to help you. We bring weapons and supplies, as well as our good will to your noble struggle."

The soldier regarded him suspiciously for a moment when he spoke his English was heavily accented and slightly disjointed.
“I think you should follow me”
The soldier led them inside the school building. The school was being used as a refugee building for those people who's homes have been destroyed in the blitz. He led them down corridors and past classrooms, eventually turning into an office where some more soldiers, one of them was an officer, the soldier walked over to the officer and after exchanging a few words the officer walked over to them
“My comrade tells me you are here to help?”

-----

"By air will be good, Sapenno International airport is probably best place to go to. We are saddened that you are seeing us as possibly hostile, we are not wanting to provoke a war, we are just wanting to ensure the safety of our citizens"

“We will send them by air. Expect us at the Sapenno International in a few hours, we will require you to clear a runway for us”

Antione picked up a phone and made the arrangements for the deportation of the Crystalliniah Nationals, when that was done ha made another call to have them taken to the plane.

-----

"The Maine Islands," replied P.J., his accent developing. "You will be cared for in a top military hospital."
[...]
"Sir, if I may ask, what is your name and your position in your goverment?"

“Maine...Islands... What's.....My name....” The thoughts barley registered i his mind and he difficulties remembering even the most basic things, he tried to concentrate “My name...Name is...it's... Tyrone Ervin...I'm Commissar of...of..I'm Commissar of justice” Remembering this took a lot of effort and his head ached making thoughts even harder.

Valkorn looked trough the messages; "Is this what you planned?"
Zetrem was looking through several reports while replying "But of course"
"But the Emperor, surely he does not agree to this"
"The chess pieces have been layed out and began to move, let them move by your hand, that was his personal order. Do not fear, you just handle all diplomacy"

To: Valkorn
From: Admiral Harlequin Amoufhaz, Grand World Order Department of Naval Warfare

Are you perhaps not right in the head? No, you cannot send forces to Ostport, because I have my fleet parked near there, along with a slew of my Marines headed for there with a contingent of Army personnel. I'm sure we don't want any hostile confrontations, Herr Valkorn.


To Admiral Harlequin Amoufhaz
From: Knight of the Emperor Valkorn
We have no desire to fight or at least to be considerd the agressors, however we cannot let you massacre innocent lives. We are willing to give you unlimitied acces to ostport and take down the soldiers of eiher side of Terraficial Blanc.
However any killing of unarmed citizens will be punished.

“Mr. Valkorn, the fact you have, or are planning to land your people in Ostport is already seen as a declaration of war in our eyes. We will continue to purge the country of the communist cancer that has ruined it whether you intervene or not. If that means killing your people as well, then that is what will happen. I urge you to reconsider this move s this war really does not concern you. Should your people die because of this brash action on your part, how would feel?”


Your twisted sense of justice is of no concern to us, if you desire kill the soldiers or insurgents of Terraficial Blanc North, then by all means go ahead. However any action taken with the intention of killing citizens will be punished.

"Not bad valkorn, quite stern though"
"Perhaps that is your influence, what now?"
"Have you not heard? we are at war,declared war by a nation already massacaring a nation. Now your key please"
"Fine, tough i must ask: are you certain?"
"Everything is as it should be"

With that response Valkorn handed over his key, Zetrem removed a painting and touched serveral numbers on a keypad. Slowly a part of the wall moved with behind it a hallway. At the end of the hallway stood a door, sealed of with 2 locks.
Zetrem inserted the keys and opend the door.

At that moment an alarm went off in a harbor in Tybra. Ships in that habor were praparing themselves for war.

Close to Ostport the Ostport defense mission was given orders to stop their advance and move to the shores east of Roseston to hold their postition there until further notice.

In Tybra an elite special forces team was preparing to board an airplane set for Terrafical Blanc South. Mission: the elimination of regulus caligari.

To: Herr Valkorn
From: Admiral Harlequin Amoufhaz, Department of Naval Warfare

We are assisting TBS in all of their endeavors; while we will not kill the citizens ourselves, we will simply detain them and hand them over to TBS for their own job. It's their war, we're just helping.

(OoC: By the way GWO, I been meaning to ask you this for some time; what the HELL is your avatar supposed to be?)

To: The Government of South Terraficial Blanc
From: General Joseph Monks of Nordfire
We are disgusted to hear of this attack on the innocent civilians of your country by communists. We will send humanitarian aid, as well as a taskforce of 5,000 soldiers. However these are for keeping order and defence only. They are not an invasion force.

Of course these messages just keep coming, Antione rolled his eyes as he started to write a reply to the latest communiqué. Vaguely annoyed that he still had not been able to leave this office.

To General Joseph Monks of Nordfire,
We thank you for your concern but assure you that the situation in TBS is quite stable at the moment.
Signed,
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He was becoming restless tapping his foot as he wrote the reply, when he sent it he felt relived, finally he would be able to go for his walk now, he stood up and walked towards the door and as he placed his hand on the handle a transmission came in.

Tybra;14321666']
Your twisted sense of justice is of no concern to us, if you desire kill the soldiers or insurgents of Terraficial Blanc North, then by all means go ahead. However any action taken with the intention of killing citizens will be punished.

Antione groaned and slumped back in his chair, half-heartedly opening transmission.

“Mr. Valkorn, What we choose to do with these people is none of your concern and we are not intimidated by your threats of 'punishment' as for us having a twisted sense of justice. At least we do not interfere in the running of another nation”

Ok, so maybe that last bit was a lie, technically TBN was a separate nation but it had been a long day, and being cooped up in a small office all day did nothing for his mood and he had no intention to argue with these people.

((OOC: My avatar is a Snork; that is to say, a zombified Ukrainian soldier stuck in the middle of a multiplied Chernobyl. Unfortunately for this one, its head has been impaled on a stick in a S.T.A.L.K.E.R. camp, as seen in the game S.T.A.L.K.E.R.: Shadow of Chernobyl.))

The soldier regarded him suspiciously for a moment when he spoke his English was heavily accented and slightly disjointed.
“I think you should follow me”
The soldier led them inside the school building. The school was being used as a refugee building for those people who's homes have been destroyed in the blitz. He led them down corridors and past classrooms, eventually turning into an office where some more soldiers, one of them was an officer, the soldier walked over to the officer and after exchanging a few words the officer walked over to them
“My comrade tells me you are here to help?”

"Indeed Comrade. We bring weapons, supplies, and more troops to push back the Fascists. It is our job to fit Fascism, not just in our area, but around the world. Oppression is not a means of life: it is a threat to mankind and by taking a stand here, as well as elsewhere, we hope to remove that threat."

We thank you for your concern but assure you that the situation in TBS is quite stable at the moment.


OOC: Stable? After a nuclear attack on its capital city?

(OoC: Nuclear? no no, not nuclear, where did I say nuclear? I specifically said NO nuclear, the north can not afford nuclear, it was a normal missile. Hell had it been nuclear this roleplay would have been VERY different)

To: Terrificial Blanc South

Due to a serious situation, the fleet is being withdrawn immediately. Sorry for this to happen but the carriers are needed immediately.

(OoC: Nuclear? no no, not nuclear, where did I say nuclear? I specifically said NO nuclear, the north can not afford nuclear, it was a normal missile. Hell had it been nuclear this roleplay would have been VERY different)

OOC: Yeah sorry. My apocalyptic mind just assumed it meant nuclear.

(OoC: It's ok Nordfire, it was a misunderstanding
GWO, I have not played S.T.A.L.K.E.R but have been considering it, is it any good? (WAY off topic O_o))

"Indeed Comrade. We bring weapons, supplies, and more troops to push back the Fascists. It is our job to fit Fascism, not just in our area, but around the world. Oppression is not a means of life: it is a threat to mankind and by taking a stand here, as well as elsewhere, we hope to remove that threat."

“You're right about that.” He wanted to tell about everything the south had done, about how it had came in the night and bombed every city, every town, every village. About how their soldiers were moving from place to place killing everyone, men, women, children, elderly. Everyone. setting fore to buildings, fields. Gathering the people and either killing them here or taking them...Who knows where. He wanted to say all this but could not, Instead he simply said “The Fascists will pay for what they have done... Mark my words, one day my comrades will be avenged”

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To: Terrificial Blanc South
Due to a serious situation, the fleet is being withdrawn immediately. Sorry for this to happen but the carriers are needed immediately.

To the Republic Of Madurastan
We understand your need to do this, Best of luck in your future endeavours.
Sincerely,
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Antione rubbed his temples and waited a few minutes, hoping nothing more would come in, tentatively he stood up and edged towards the door, if nothing new arrives before he reached the door then he was taking a well deserved break.

Dorley
"We have weapons offshore. Enough weapons to arm every man, woman, and child in what remains of this country. We also want to know what the status is of your armed forces. How many do you have available? Are the defenses in this town safe? We have 2,500 Marines here in order to secure the defenses of this town so we can use it as a gateway for military supplies to move. We also request your permission to move our 21st Army through here to begin pushing back the Fascists." He looked around at the refugees. He was wondering just how many where here. Seemed like hundreds, no, thousands all packed in a tiny space.

Holy shit! thought P.J. The first military operation of the RMI saves a Commissar! Of Justice!

P.J., smiled at the man, before telling the others the man's name and position in his homeland's government. There was smiles all round, and several high fives.

This was as unexpected as Stalingrad had been to the Nazis! They had gone, expected to come back with, if they were lucky, a few bullets in their right leg, but no, they saved a goddamned, son of a bitch commissar!

"OK, Mr. Ervin, ETA at Fort Peppard is an hour," replied P.J. "Say, and isn't Tyrone a county in Northern Ireland? Don't take offensive, I just remembered that there now..."

((OOC: S.T.A.L.K.E.R. is a really good game, but certain levels can certainly scare the shit out of people. Most of the game is pitch black (Except for your flashlight) with dynamic lighting; plus, just about every sound in the game is caused by something. For example, if you hear something fall off a shelf in an area you just passed, you can expect to find a Snork or Zombified STALKER running around.))

Colonel Kerkorov approached the ranking officer in the group of soldiers, and introduced himself. Afterwords, he asked what they should do to assist them in attacking a TBS camp.

Meanwhile, a scout/sniper team had positioned itself near the town of Aelnesse jotting down the locations of equipment and troop concentrations.

At night an aircraft reached TBS airspace, flying very low to evade any form of radar, despite it's anti-radar coating.
"Ready the gliders, we will launch in a few minutes" Said Captain Etium in an almost whisper. He was nervous for this was new strategy, if it succeeded they would be heroes, if they failed it would be disaster.
The aircraft was south east of aldsage rapidly slowing down speed, after which it's cargo door opened. Within seconds 3 small gliders launched from the aircraft, each craft contained 4 armed specials.
Suddenly the aircraft went to full speed, rapidly rising, coming into clear shot of any radar. It rapidly flew over aldsage, then moved towards Bolesul to return from there to Tybra.

In Tybra Zetrem and Valkorn entered the tactical room, on a screen was a map of Terraficial Blanc shown, several light north on the map were indicated to be Tybra's first group of troops.
Several reports were coming in including one of Tybra's third fleet which was moving towards TBN territorial waters.
"Have Fleet Origin bring 900 soldiers to land on the shores east of roseston. Then prepare the fleet to move to Ostport, give them clearance for red alert and set their weapons to sharp, though do not fire until fired upon." Zetrem was giving orders through an intercom linked to the General Military Operations Room.
Valkorn asked "What about these messages?"
"Ignore them, that's untill they ask for a cease fire."
"I'll try my best to ignore them, however i'll reply to any of them if needed."

After the orders were given the fleet which was orginally the only fleet to be send, now coded as Fleet Origin, left a large amount of troops on the shores east of Roseston. After the troops were moved the fleet headed towards Ostport slowly, ready to fire at any moment if needed to.

Dorley
"We have weapons offshore. Enough weapons to arm every man, woman, and child in what remains of this country. We also want to know what the status is of your armed forces. How many do you have available? Are the defenses in this town safe? We have 2,500 Marines here in order to secure the defenses of this town so we can use it as a gateway for military supplies to move. We also request your permission to move our 21st Army through here to begin pushing back the Fascists." He looked around at the refugees. He was wondering just how many where here. Seemed like hundreds, no, thousands all packed in a tiny space.

“We have about 25 soldiers here in Dorley, It ain't much...” the officer lowered his voice, he did not ant to alarm the refugees “We're doin' our best but if the south launch a full attack here we're screwed. The best we can hope for is to take as many of them as we can with us” They were outnumbered and outweaponed and that was the truth of it. The officer noticed the man look at the refugees
“Poor bastards, not all are from here, some are from the surrounding villages, we sent search parties out to see if we could find any survivors.” They had also been trying for the past few hours to get in contact with any other towns, with no luck.

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"OK, Mr. Ervin, ETA at Fort Peppard is an hour," replied P.J. "Say, and isn't Tyrone a county in Northern Ireland? Don't take offensive, I just remembered that there now..."

“Ireland?” It took a while to register what the person was saying, when he realised he smiled faintly “Yes it is...” all around him in the helicopter the soldiers were talking in their language, English... He spoke some English but found it incredibly hard to concentrate on anything, let alone a foreign language.

(OoC: Well, I assume it's English seeing as you were American)

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Tybra;14323546']rapidly rising, coming into clear shot of any radar. It rapidly flew over aldsage, then moved towards Bolesul to return from there to Tybra.

A Military Base in TBS

A blip on the radar. An unidentified aircraft was flying over Bolesul
“Well that's odd” The soldier said this almost to himself, he had not been told any aircraft would be going there. Well, he had orders, any suspicious activity should be treated as a threat. After checking whether it was one of their own -It wasn't- He made the preparations for an anti-aircraft strike...

(OoC: You decide how much damage is done)

“We will send them by air. Expect us at the Sapenno International in a few hours, we will require you to clear a runway for us”
Calls were made and preparations made for the arrival of the TBS plane, There were people sent to await the arrival.

LOCATION: Sapenno

“Comrade, we have information you requested” Harold placed the file on Terrafical Blanc on Einar's Desk. The elected head picked up the file and flicked through it.
“Thankyou comrade... I can't say I'm surprised this happened”
“Hmm... But what should we do?”
“Wait and see what happens”

“We have about 25 soldiers here in Dorley, It ain't much...” the officer lowered his voice, he did not ant to alarm the refugees “We're doin' our best but if the south launch a full attack here we're screwed. The best we can hope for is to take as many of them as we can with us” They were outnumbered and outweaponed and that was the truth of it. The officer noticed the man look at the refugees
“Poor bastards, not all are from here, some are from the surrounding villages, we sent search parties out to see if we could find any survivors.” They had also been trying for the past few hours to get in contact with any other towns, with no luck.

The Commander nodded his head a few times and then opened his mouth to speak.
"Our offshore fleet cannot sit offshore forever. If, using a Marxist Central Planning model, we were to organize everyone to prepare this town as a forward operating base, we could promise you the protection of at least a full UWR Army. We need a landing strip built, more housing constructed, a defensive perimeter established (with watchtowers, trenches, and obstacles), a munitions factory built, underground storage for the munitions coming ashore, new power and water utilities, a tractor factory built, and existing infrastructure repaired.

The 2,500 Marines that are currently coming ashore are all very knowledgeable in construction and can assist in this effort. They can also train the citizens of this town to form a sort of militia. We have but one more request though, we wish for democratic elections to be held in this town, if at all possible."

Official Parthian Foreign Ministry Statement

The Shahdom has looked upon the conflict in Terraficial Blanc with equal measure of disgust and irritation, with the wholesale slaughter of civilians being deemed wholly innapropriate in the eyes of the government of Parthia. As such, we have taken it upon ourselves to bring about some measure of sanity to this war torn state, and hereby declare our intention of protecting the people of the Northern Half of the divided and warring country.

The Shahdom, in this conflict finds both sides to be, quite honestly, utterly repulsive. Neither Fascism nor Communism are deemed by our capitalist absolute monarchy to be something in need of support, and as such, are undertaking this mission, not out of desire to support a side in this conflict, but to prevent wholesale slaughter of citizens unfortunate enough to be residents of the Communist north now facing genocidal aggression from Fascist forces. As such, we intend to establish a zone of exclusion for refugees fleeing from Fascist aggression in the city of Ostport, to accept and hold residents of Northern Terraficial Blanc and protect them from genocide.

Let those who stand in our way be warned, the Shahdom will NOT take kindly to those who attempt to meddle in our affairs, nor will we tolerate the city of Ostport being used by Communist forces fighting the Fascists. We have no desire to become embattled in this war, this is merely a service for the people of a nation who have been, through the course of this conflict, left undefended by a government tasked with defending their lives. Upon conclusion of the conflict, we will depart once the safety of those in Ostport is guaranteed, until then, we intend to protect them from aggression and to maintain an island of peace in a sea of warfare.

-Foreign Minister of the Shahdom of Parthia, Lord Sassan Savadkouhi

To: The Parthians
From: Admiral Harlequin Amoufhaz

Our forces are already in view of Ostport. We can't just stop the force! They probably are already readying the Marines for the first strike against the city.

Highly Encrypted Message to Admiral Amoufhaz

That is understandable, and we will not intervene nor attempt to land in Ostport but will rather direct ourselves northwards. As we have said before, we don't intend to get involved in fighting a spat between Fascists and Communists.

However, do consider, that which appears to be the case is not always reality. Our presence will ultimately work to your benefit, though we will not expand too much upon that due to a lack of knowledge on your encryption's security. Suffice to say, there are other interests at work here besides humanitarianism, keep that in mind before dealing with us as you would deal with those supporting the Communists or the true bleeding hearts.

-Lord Parviz Teymorian, Rear-Admiral, Parthian 3rd Expeditionary Force


Parthian Fleet, 560 Miles East of Ostport

"Set new course, we will make for the city of Dorley and proceed with plans there." Rear Admiral Teymorian spoke with a clear confidence. Once again, the Parthian fleet began a turn, the carrier with the Real Admiral banking slightly as a new course was plotted and the rudder began to turn.

"Keep up war readiness, if either plans are made known to the Communists or the Fascists don't take the hint, we may be facing a battle very soon." The Admiral lit a cigarette as he finished, watching the clear blue waters of the ocean churn white as the vessels of his fleet tore through the seas. They would be delayed, he knew, but nonetheless, the plans would unfold, assuming nobody made them known to the Communists.

This had to go off without a hitch, he knew, if it didn't, the Shahdom faced a much more difficult choice on how to ensure the long term benefits the North presented to the Shahdom and how to ensure the Shahdom would be able to make use of them.

OOC:The Parthians, I hope you're fully aware that I'm still in Dorley.

OOC:The Parthians, I hope you're fully aware that I'm still in Dorley.

OOC: I wasn't. But that doesn't necessarily change my plans, just makes them more interesting.

Near Aelnesse

After a while, once the TBS camp was settled in, the scout team sent the signal for the platoon of 2S3 Akatsiya artillery units to commence a 10 minute bombardment.


Meanwhile..


Colonel Kurkorov looked over a map with some TBN officers. They were formulating an attack plan which would sever a enemy platoons logistic line, allowing a combined force to eliminate the units form the area, and would possible supply the TBN forces with much needed ammunition.

"So looking at this map.. We're here."

He took out a marker and marked a position.

"My men could attack the convoy, while a combined effort could attack the camp. Currently one of our artillery platoons is preparing to fire off a few rounds to see how they react."

(OoC: CP... I really cannot think of any way to reply to that, sorry... Maybe a bit more details an I may be able to think of something...like if your RP the attack I can do the reaction.)

Antione returned to his office after taking his well deserved break, his mood was very much improved after the walk so when he realised there was a message from The Parthians and hearing what this message said he only felt a slight twinge of annoyance.

Official Parthian Foreign Ministry Statement
The Shahdom has looked upon the conflict in Terraficial Blanc with equal measure of disgust and irritation, with the wholesale slaughter of civilians being deemed wholly innapropriate in the eyes of the government of Parthia. As such, we have taken it upon ourselves to bring about some measure of sanity to this war torn state, and hereby declare our intention of protecting the people of the Northern Half of the divided and warring country.
The Shahdom, in this conflict finds both sides to be, quite honestly, utterly repulsive. Neither Fascism nor Communism are deemed by our capitalist absolute monarchy to be something in need of support, and as such, are undertaking this mission, not out of desire to support a side in this conflict, but to prevent wholesale slaughter of citizens unfortunate enough to be residents of the Communist north now facing genocidal aggression from Fascist forces. As such, we intend to establish a zone of exclusion for refugees fleeing from Fascist aggression in the city of Ostport, to accept and hold residents of Northern Terraficial Blanc and protect them from genocide.
Let those who stand in our way be warned, the Shahdom will NOT take kindly to those who attempt to meddle in our affairs, nor will we tolerate the city of Ostport being used by Communist forces fighting the Fascists. We have no desire to become embattled in this war, this is merely a service for the people of a nation who have been, through the course of this conflict, left undefended by a government tasked with defending their lives. Upon conclusion of the conflict, we will depart once the safety of those in Ostport is guaranteed, until then, we intend to protect them from aggression and to maintain an island of peace in a sea of warfare.
-Foreign Minister of the Shahdom of Parthia, Lord Sassan Savadkouhi

To Foreign Minister of the Shahdom of Parthia, Lord Sassan Savadkouhi,
What good will intervening in this affair do you, you said you find neither side to be in your favour so I suggest that you have no part in this. What we choose to do to these people is our own affair and quite honestly, none of your business. Let it be known that we shall continue to send our solders to Ostport or wherever you wish to uphold your pointless morality. We do not take kindly to those who attempt to meddle in our affairs, nor will we tolerate bleeding heart nations who insist on protecting these parasites.
Signed,
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"Our offshore fleet cannot sit offshore forever. If, using a Marxist Central Planning model, we were to organize everyone to prepare this town as a forward operating base, we could promise you the protection of at least a full UWR Army. We need a landing strip built, more housing constructed, a defensive perimeter established (with watchtowers, trenches, and obstacles), a munitions factory built, underground storage for the munitions coming ashore, new power and water utilities, a tractor factory built, and existing infrastructure repaired.



The 2,500 Marines that are currently coming ashore are all very knowledgeable in construction and can assist in this effort. They can also train the citizens of this town to form a sort of militia. We have but one more request though, we wish for democratic elections to be held in this town, if at all possible."

The officer listened to this proposition
“Yes I think this is the best course of action, of course any building may be hard to do properly without the right equipment, machines and all. But I'm sure something can be done.” He turned to another solder and gave him instructions to start organising everyone to be ready.
“Just one question. Those elections. Now is perhaps not a good time, and in any case what would the people be voting for?”

-----

Somewhere in the air

The plane was on it's way to Crystalliniah. soon it would be arriving at the appointed airport.

The officer listened to this proposition
“Yes I think this is the best course of action, of course any building may be hard to do properly without the right equipment, machines and all. But I'm sure something can be done.” He turned to another solder and gave him instructions to start organising everyone to be ready.
“Just one question. Those elections. Now is perhaps not a good time, and in any case what would the people be voting for?”


"We can bring machines, but for now, the ones needed can be constructed with our expertise. With a Central Planning Model, we must establish 'Work Gangs' in order to carry out construction work. These work gangs will be controlled by a worker council of a few men and those men can be elected."

Meanwhile, the ships began landing their military equipment and moving it to town. As this was the most sensitive part of the operation, the escort ships were on high alert.

[ooc: Basically, mt commander is discussing a raid on a Southern military supply line and camp.]



Camp

"Positions are at the following coordinates.. artillery ready?....copy, commence shelling."

With the confirmations dozens of 152mm shells began falling on the camp, focused in the proximity of the radio tent, vehicle depot and barracks.




Supply column


The TBS supply column proceeded to the camp, escorted by 3 IFV's down a countryside road. About a minute up the road, an ambush was layed for them. Concealed by natural cover and dug in, 16 SRCP paratroopers and 20 TBN soldiers prepared to attack. Once the IFV's were in close range, they would be hit with RPG-27's, while the rear vehicle, depending on the type, would be hit with MRO-A's. The primary objective was to capture the supply vehicles; survivors would be left to the mercy of the TBN soldiers.

Deep in TBS territory
The specials team were gliding into a forest. Here they hid their gliders and were preparing to head to the nearest road. Once there they ambushed a truck pretending to be TBS soldiers and swiftly killed the peasant driver and is co-driver. with the majority in the back of the truck and two in front they would drive towards nearest farmhouse.

High in TBS sky
The aeroplane rapidly took pictures of TBS territory then, after sending them to a tybra base and received special confirmation, the aeroplane moved towards the a TBS base and made a deadly plunge into the depths of the sea.

On TBN Land
The soldiers that landed on the shores east of roseston, send out a few scouts to check the situation and assist the TBN soldiers, if there were any left.

In Tybra Tactics Room
"Everything is currently running as it should be my liege" an intercom voice reported to Valkorn and Zetrem, "The Special team has been dropped with success, scouts are currently moving towards roseston"
"Excellent, and the Fleet Origin?"
"They have not yet encountered any hostile force and are nearing ostport" the intercom voice replied.
"These parthians worry me though" Valkorn said after reading the Parthian statement.
"The will not interfere with us, for now" Zetrem said. "Also" Zetrem prepared his orders through the intercom "have The Fleet Crimson halt in front of TBN territorial waters and wait there till further instructions.

Outside TBN territorial water
A fleet called the Fleet Crimson, a fleet much larger then Fleet Origin, stopped, they awaited further instructions and were ready to go into battle if needed.

(OoC: Sorry I have not replied in so long, Won't happen again, I hope this is still going on
CP, I'm assuming they were fired from quite a long distance away
Tybra, where about are your people?)

In the town of Ostport work teams were being assembled to carry out the construction work that needed doing. The organisation was surprisingly fast for a town that had been, just a few hours ago, without hope for the future, as the work began, the people tried not to get in the way of military who was assembling here.

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The shells rained down on the southern camp taking them by surprise, but the southerners were quick to react, equipment that had not been destroyed or could still be used was removed, people who were injured taken to safety and patrols were organised to try and find those who dared oppose them.

Off the Coast of Roseston

"Admiral, we are prepared. Shall we proceed as planned?"

The communications officer on the bridge had said enough for the Admiral to make his decision. "Do it. Deploy the troops."

The order was conveyed out, within minutes, two divisions of Parthian mechanized infantry had mobilized and were prepared for deployment. Heavy equipment and the majority of the force was carried to the city of Roseston in hovercrafts deployed from specialized transport vessels, while a large number of soldiers and their equipment were carried forward into the city in VTOL transports.

While the troops and equipment in the hovercrafts would be used to secure the port facilities of Roseston, various large, easily fortifiable buildings were selected in the planning phases by commanders to be secured by squads in VTOL transports. Within 30 minutes, Parthian forces would control the port and hold fortified positions across the city of Roseston. When that was finished, the other divisions would be brought ashore and then, plans would fall into place perfectly.

In the skies above, ACI-73 fighters stormed over the city, awaiting any enemy foolish enough to intrude upon Parthia's declared exclusion zone to show themselves so they could be destroyed.

After the bombardment had ended, the vehicles pulled out of their positions, should they have been compromised and a counter battery was fired.

"Scout team, report status."

"Shells hit the target, guys are down, we're pulling back to base, over"

They then tacked back some distance to their BRDM-2, which had been covered in a camouflage net.

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As the column neared, they prepared to strike. As it rolled past the target zone, The RPG's were fired at the IFV's, and the group began shooting at visible TBS soldiers.

(OOC: sorry for the late posting, it's the busiest time of the year
I'm about East, North-East from your nation, couple of hundred of kilometres away)

Scouts near Roseston

Scouts noticed a large armed force but they weren't TBN soldiers not even TBS. Trying to locate the troops of any kind to be used as forces to secure Ostport.

With Roseston under control of unidentified forces and Ostport being attacked by hostile forces Tybra's Fleet Origin and the landed forces were in a pinch. A Masterplan was needed.

Roseston

Roseston had been taken over by Parthian forces, under the guise of protecting the civilian population of the city. Civilians had mixed reactions, some seemed happy to be under the protection of the Shahdom, others angered at the presence of foreign troops, however benign or even benevolent.

The latter, however, were better in their knowledge of what came next. Parthia never had been a humanitarian nation; those countries sickened the Shah, Khosru, a man who believed himself to be not merely a king, but a living god who was given Parthia for his own uses. A good king to his obedient subjects, he was a man utterly steeped in malevolence towards anything Communist or Socialist. He had slaughtered Parthian communists by the millions, impaling them, hanging them, burning them in ovens. To his allies, he was generous and loyal. To the smaller, less protected nations of the world, he was a butcher, engaging in genocide of entire nations so he could loot them of minerals and resources. He held two faces, one kind and the other dark. And this would be God King, from his throne in the decadent palace in Persepolis, would once again come calling for a nation’s blood so he could enrich himself. Millions would die, and in the end, the Shah would get a tank division and a few gold plated Rolls-Royces.

Everything seemed to be going well, Parthian troops had simply occupied the docks of the city; setting up some of their own equipment, including what they claimed was an oil tank on one of the empty piers, something which would prove to be so much more malevolent. To actually run the affairs of the place, the Parthians had acquired the list of the Communist Party members in the city of Roseston, informing them of a need to meet in the city hall to delegate authority and maintain civil order according to local custom and legal tradition, with the Parthians merely here to provide support and safety for the civilian population.

The façade continued for a day, but once the Communist Party members had been called into the city hall, they were ordered into trucks. These trucks, taking 15 CP members each to a ‘secure location’ in fact brought them to a pier on the dock, the very pier where the ‘oil tank’ was set.

Far from being an oil tank, the device was in fact a massive plastic shredder, a conveyor contained in a tube leading up to a massive hopper. At the base of this hopper, thousands of whirring blades would shred people with the efficiency of an office shredder cutting a slice of paper, yet this plastic shredder was large enough to process 450 people per minute, the bloody strips of flesh, clothing, and innards falling into the ocean.

As the CP members were offloaded in the pen around the ‘oil tank’ an announcement carried through the city.

“The Parthian State brings light to the darkness, the light of Ohrmazd, the one, the true, the good, and the magnificent is carried to here to shine in the darkness.

And what great darkness there is here, cast in the shadow of Marx, child of Ahriman, so far from the light of the magnificent creation of Ohrmazd, the one Friedrich Hayek. The people of this land must be shown the light; we must provide the light to the world.

Lo people of Roseston, behold, you too shall feel the light. The light of the magnificent Lord! The Light of Ohrmazd! You shall feel this light, it shall purify you, purify your town, and purify your country.

Do not resist, people dwelling in darkness, we will purify you! We will transform you! We will send you forth pure and holy!

Glory to Ohrmazd! Glory to His Children! Glory to the Magnificent Shah who brings light to the world!

Feel the light of the King of Kings!”

As the blades of the plastic shredder began to operate, the conveyor turned on, a whirr of machinery announcing the macabre device had begun to work. The first truckloads of communists were forced into the conveyor tube, men and women, and if they had brought their children, them too.

One hundred and twenty feet in the air, the communists fell into the hopper. Screams announced those who had fallen in feet first, dying slowly and horribly, while the lucky ones fell in head first. Organic matter fell out the bottom, a bloody combination of bits of flesh, organs, and clothing collected in the pier. Schools of fish were upon it like frenzy, eating the bite sized morsels which had once been Communist Party members, while a fine mist of blood covered everything in the area around the shredder. Blood soaked the water next to the pier, turning it crimson.

The loudspeakers called out again.

“Feel the light of the King of Kings! Let your Soul be purified for the Glory of Ahura Mazda! Let the World be purified of the creatures of Ahriman! Glory to the Good Religion!”

One hundred large tanks began to roll forward, lumbering slowly from the docks. As they passed the last of the Parthian troops and entered the city they switched on the device mounted in place of a turret: a large dish. Rather than firing shells, the dish sent out powerful microwaves, powerful enough to evaporate the water from a man and fry him to a crisp in about a second of exposure.

The tanks advanced forward in a line, designed to cover the entire city with the microwaves which would roast everyone who dwelled within.

“Glory to Parthia! We send those who were damned purified from the will of Ahriman! We bring mercy to those who had none!”

The loudspeaker continued to broadcast as those in the streets, in buildings, fell where they stood screaming as their bodies ruptured and burned to a black crisp.

The city would be cleansed, and it would be only the beginning.