NationStates Jolt Archive

"Do you, Lee Edward King, take Amy Linclon, to be your lawfully wedded wife? To cheerish for the rest of your days through sickness, through disease until death, do you part?" asked Pastor Max Triolop in his traditional outfit with the colour white as the sign of pureity. He stood in front of a nearly full church as Lee stood to his left and Amy to his right.

"Yes," replied a smiling Lee as his slouch hat was tilted towards his right as he faced Amy while holding her hands with his warm black cotton gloves on.

"And do you, Amy Linclon, take Lee Edward King, to be your lawfully wedded husband? To cheerish for the rest of your days through sickness, through disease until death, do you part?" Pastor Max Triolop asked Amy.

"Yes," replied a smiling Amy as her hands held onto Lee warm gloves. Her frickle face lit up her rosey red cheeks. She was dressed in the traditional red wedding dress without the hat and the extended tail.

"Then by the power invested me as the Pastor of the Church of God," replied Triolop in a shouting voice. "I now pronouce them man and wife, you may kiss the bride,"

Lee reached over as he moved slightly towards Amy as he gently kissed Amy on the lips. The audience applased loudly as the odd whistle was given as the couple finally looked up and waved to the crowd before heading down the isle. Lee was followed by Woff Phoenix, Best Man, Tzu and David Longshanks. Amy was followed by Esther, Brides Maid, Eli and Rachel. The Wedding Party walked down the isle as Triolop smiled at the newly weds as he stayed behind for a moment.

The oversize oak doors were opened as Lee and Amy arrived at the door. They quietly walked outside as the couple kissed again before heading to the side as they waited for Wedding Party and their friends and family to join them. The day was quiet as a couple of limo's pulled up at the side of the church waiting for the wedding party to arrive. Lee and Amy smiled as they were joined by the audience from inside the church. They attempted to thank as many people they could but were eventually forced backwards towards the limo's. The Wedding Party slipped into one limo as the chatter contiuned while the family and friends slipped into the other two limo's. Lee smiled as Amy was busy talking to her Brides Party while Lee was thanking his Grrom Party. They eventually found sparkling, non-alocholic grape juice in the side part of the limo as the glasses were handed around.

The limo's swiftly moved through the city as they came to an estate on top of the hill over looking the capital city of Union, Ulan. The limo's eventually arrived at the estate as the driver opened the doors to the limos. The Wedding Party alongside the friends and family members of Lee and Amy, filed into the main function room as the party was getting started. The party was a major success as many of the party members fall asleep during the party. Amy and Lee had snuck out earlier and found themselves a place to sleep alone as the warm night silently went on and on until dawn breaks.

The Next Day

Lee and Amy were silently asleep with a few blankets covering them as the soft breeze flowed on pass them. Amy opened her eyes gently as she found herself wrapped in Lee's warm arms and still in her wedding dress. Lee mumbled a bit as he rubbed his eyes gently as he looked at Amy for a moment.

"Did we get drunk?" muttered Lee as he was still half asleep while covered with a couple of bed sheets.

"No darling," smiled a now awaken Amy as she gently kissed him on the cheek while she kept her dark reddish hair tied up in a ponytail.

"Hmm..." smiled Lee as he looked up at the clouds. "I've got the next five weeks off and I was thinking of going for a honeymoon to Australia. I know you always wanted to go there," smiled Lee as Amy suddenly looked excited about the trip.

"Now I remember why I married you," smiled Amy as it made Lee raise an eyebrow. "You always know the stuff I enjoy," laughed Amy as Lee stroked her hair before the distanced sound of something interupted their romance. "Was that thunder?" questioned Amy.

"Too loud for thunder," replied Lee as he looked up to see hundreds of planes in the sky.

"Lee! Amy!" shouted out Woff as he ran outside while putting his boots on. "Ulan just got bombed and the mining facilities are being hit! Matthew has run off to join his squadron!"

"But who would bomb us?" asked Amy as she started to cry gently as smoke rose from the city of Ulan.

"Air Pirates," answered Woff as flak started to appear in the sky while Amy looked at Lee. "After the defeat of the Pirate Alliance, we shattered much of their resources and man-power. We cut their supply lines in half and now they intend to show they mean business,"

"Hold up," started Lee as he climbed out of the hammock. "You said Matt went back to his squadron?" questioned Lee as he put his boots on. "That means the airfields are going to be bombed!"

Ulan, Capital City of Union

The city was badly bombed as much of the city was safely hidden in basements on in government bunkers. The flak crews attempted to hold off or discourage further attacks as the bombing contiuned for hours to come. Matthew King was racing through the ruined southern parts of the city as docks burned out of control as fire-fighters attempted to control the blazes. He pass by business and people trying to find a place to hide as more bombers flew overhead and dropped they payloads.

'How the hell did they get through?' thought Matthew to himself as he pass by a news team before tipping the jeep over after an explosion erupted a couple of metres in front of him.

His jeep tilted backwards as Matt was throw out of the jeep. He staggered up to avoid the bits of rock from raining down on him. He struggled to run into the nearest building as he seeked cover from the raining bombs. The bombs contiuned to the blast around as the building shock violently while Matt tried to find the basement. Ulan was being bombed as a payload of bombs made a direct hit on several buildings as blocks of buildings were turned into rubble as the building Matthew was in...collasped. The news crew outside managed to take the whole shot by the cameraman. The jeep further down the road exploded as the news crew went live.

"What your seeing is real," shouted the male reporter as he raised his arm to shield himself from the rocks falling around him. "I'm on the Vamperial Colony of Union and its being bombed by an unknown faction. Its not known whose bombing Ulan or for what reason," started the reporter as rubble fell about 100 metres from them. "Hell! We advise all civilians to seek cover in basements or in bunkers. We do not know how long this bombardment is going to last...but...the Union Guardsmen are putting up an AA attack on the bombers...take cover!" shouted the reporter as he looks up before throwing himself at the cameraman as the camera captures the moment an oversize piece of rubble falls down on the van and would've crushed them to death. "We repeat! All civilians that are listening to this boardcast and are on Union, seek cover in basements or bunkers. If there's anyone out there, we need help. We can only hope that our military forces can respond quickly and be swift..." the live connection suddenly cuts as the building collaspes on top of the reporter and the cameraman. Static picks up the channel as people struggle to find a safe hiding hole.


OOC: Nations can pick up the boardcast. You can play as tourists, business people or maybe ambassadors on leave taking cover in basements or in bunkers. Ulan is known to have vast forigen businesses throughout the city and around the colony. I would be happy if no-one sides with the air pirates or attempt to send peace-keepers. You can request or send a telegram, but at the moment, I need to sleep so don't expect me to be on for a good 11 hours.

USoP Presidential Compound
Situation Room

The conversational din in the room feel silent as the Commander-In-Chief entered the room.

“What do we know?” Bartlet asked.

“Mr President the city of Ulan in The Vamperial Kingdom of Lynion has been bombed. “ Nancy McNally announced.

The President narrowed one eye, “Bombed as in airplanes dropping them?”

“Yes sir” McNally clarified.

“By whom?”

“Early reports are unfounded however the Lynions have recently been battling the Pirate Alliance. They did a good job of disrupting the Alliances activities.” McNally said.

“So we think this is payback?” Bartlet said.

“Yes sir.”

“Do we have people there?”

“My people are working on the final numbers but we have several hundred tourist applications. A couple hundred of those had itineraries that involve Ulan.” said Dona Moss, USoP Secretary of State.

“Ok let’s get better number on that. Let’s get a communication ot the Lynions and let them know if they want or need our help we are willing to give it. Keep me posted"


OFFICIAL COMMUNIQUE
USoP Department of State

The United States of Philimbesi denounces all acts of terrorism, and wishes to advise you that you have our full pledge of support in this time of need. Please feel free to contact our government and request anything. Our engineers are well trained in search and rescue and our naval pilots are well versed in air combat. We have several hospital ships that can be sent to help.

Donatella Moss
USoP Secretary Of State

<Presidential Mansion>

"Room-Tion!" One of the Marines called as Daniel entered the room
"Morning all" Daniel said as he took his seat.
"Morning Mr President" Everyone replied sitting.
"Ok, what's the deal with waking me up?"
"Reports coming in from Battlehawk Citizins in the Vampirial Kingdom of Lynion" Theresa replied "They are reporting that the city of Ulan is being bombed"
"How many citizins are there?"
"A fair few, there are corporations from the BAttlehawk there"
"Ok, I'll sent a message.

OFFICIAL COMMUNICATION
REPUBLIC OF THE BATTLEHAWK
OFFICE OF THE PRESIDENT

The Battlehawk is worried for the safety of Battlehawk Citizins in your station due to the attacks on your country. Therefore the Battlehawk offers any support we can

Signed
Presidwent Daniel J Clark

Random bomb shelter, Ulan
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"'Lets go to Ulan, you said. It would be a good vacation, you said. Maybe we will find a hot chick for you to marry, you said'", whined Emperor Joshua Cloudao."' there should be no trouble, you said".
"But there shouldn't have been any trouble. I mean you brought some of the Imperial Guard with you," replyed Tyron Veroin, his right hand man.
"Yeah, and where are they now? BURIED UNDERNEATH THE DAMN HOTAL!!!!" shouted the Emperor.
They both fell silent when they felt the ground shake.
"How much are you willing to bet that a building fell on top of use?"
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OFFICAL TRANSMISSION
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Hate to sound hastey but The Empire of Orinion would like it's Emperor back please?
Signed
Acting Prime Minster Jackson Matthers

Presidential Compound
Presidential Office

The President looked up from his desk and jumped when he noticed his National Security Adviser watching him.

"Executive order number 654 is going to be that you have to wear a bell around your neck."

"Sorry sir, once a spy always a spy." Nancy said.

"Well?"

"We're receiving reports that the Emperor of Orinion was visiting Ulan at the time of the bombing."

"Oh boy, is he ok?"

"Not sure sir, but the Acting Prime Minister of Orinion sent a message to the Lynion government saying, and I quote "The Empire of Orinion would like it's emperor back please." Nancy said.

"Well it's got to be hard to have an empire with out the emperor, what the hell was he doing in Ulan?"

"Vacationing" Nancy said her tone implying more.

"I can see that very beautiful this time of year" Bartlet said, a far off look in his eye.

"Women are beautiful all year round sir." Nancy said dryly.

The President smirked, caught, "Yea, any word from the Lynion government?"

"No sir, but if Pirates you though were beaten, were raining bombs down on Hyperion Cay, you probably wouldn't be answering the phone either." Nancy said.

"Yea, you're right, Ok, did Dona get back with a solid number of Philimbesians in danger?"

"576 applicants, 346 of them had itineraries in Ulan today." Nancy said solemnly.

"Ok. Keep me posted. Make sure that Dona is working with whoever does answer the phone there and see to it that we get names and statuses as soon as we can."

"Yes Sir".

Nancy turned to leave.

"And don't forget the bell next time." He called after her.

"Fat chance sir."

The sun was just rising as Hunter climbed out of his bed as the sound of thumping in the background was mistaken for fireworks. He put his cargo pants and his shirt on while he picked up the photo of his girlfriend back on Lynion Islands. He looked outside as a couple of fighter jets lined themselves up to strafe the odd Hunter that was placed randomly around the airfield.

"Get the hell up!" shouted Hunter as a nearby Hunter exploded causing the pilots of the House of Spades. "We're being bombed!"

"Wha...?" yawned Sonic as a wave of bullets smashed the windows and killed the 2, 5 and the 6 of Spades in their beds.

"All hands to battle stations! This is not a drill! Air Pirates are bombing Union!" shouted a voice over the PA system as the pilots rushed into the nearby hanger.

The remaining members of the House of Spades mounted their fighter jets while their engines came online. Hunter was the first one to go as he lined himself up with the runway. The flak 88's and 89's were being man as the bombers were being shot out of the sky. Nevertheless, they had a job to do and so did the pilots. Hunter quickly got himself into the air as the bombers started to change course at the sight of the fighter jets...or was it something else. On the ground below them, an Aerial AA Swatter Cruiser was starting to get off the ground.

"Take down those bastards!" shouted Sonic as the squadron started to engage the bombers.

The brief fight between 10 fighters and the four massive bombers ended when the fighters lined up their targets and blew off the wings causing the bombers to crash before the Swatter. Hunter looked pleased with himself as several over squadrons joined theirs after taking off from the airfield. The Swatter formed up their rear as Sonic got onto the intercom.

"I want everyone to form a battle formation," ordered Sonic. "Well done so far, but our job isn't over yet. We'll head into Ulan and give them all the support they need..." finished Sonic before he was interupted.

"This is Dog Charlie Convoy 36 calling Ulan, what's going on?" asked a voice on the other side.

"Dog Charlie Convoy, this is the Ace of Spades speaking. Union is getting the shit bombed out of itself by Air Pirates," replied Sonic as they headed towards the capital city.

"Air Pirates?" replied the voice. "We'll cut off further reinforcements and their escape route! I'll send what I can spare into Union,"

Telegrams


TO: USoP Department of State
FROM: Vamperial Kingdom of Lynion, High King Vamp

We welcome what you can send. Though, I doubt your air force will arrive in time to alter the course of the bombings. I've read reports where the bombers have bombed the hospitals and the schools. The last known activity the bombers are doing is bombing Ulan City. We are thanlful for what you can send.

TO: REPUBLIC OF THE BATTLEHAWK
FROM: Vamperial kingdom of Lynion, High King Vamp

I'm also worried for the safety of everyone in the Vamperial Colony of Union. I can only hope they listen to the boardcasts and headed towards bunkers or basements throughout the city. We'll be thankful for what you can send.

TO: Orinon Government
FROM: Vamperial Kingdom of Lynion, High King Vamp

I understand the sake of your leader but there's nothing we can do until the bombers have pass over Ulan. Until then, you need to remain calm and I'll send you a telegram the moment we get him out of the colony.


Status of Union: Martial law has being declared and the League of Wolves alongside the Vamperial Order have despatch peace-keepers, engineers, fighter jets and other personal to Union. It is not know when they will arrive at this time. It is a reminder to all nations that we won't be able to get any of your citizens out (if they came) until the bombers have fleed.

Crouching against a wall in his completely destroyed room, Yrann Therondis had just enough time to swear vehemently in Anemonian before a bomb hit his next door neighbour. Everybody had run away because they were wimps, but then again, he was so much of a wimp that he couldn't bring himself to leave. "Oh, come on!" was all he could howl as another bombing run began. An explosion rocked the room, he turned, and then he realised that the papers he had been writing for the past three days were gone along with his laptop. "You... sons...of..."

CENSORED.

In a building in Lynion, a group of people scrambled around, grabbing papers and suitcases. From a side office, a man strode out into the panic, totally unafraid given the current situation. He walked to the window, but immediately dived to the floor as a bomb detonated in the building across the street. The building shook with the impact, and many of the people were knocked to their feet. As they recovered, the man shouted to them

"Have you got everything yet?" he asked over the noise of the bombs

"Yes sir, the rest of the stuff has been emailed to Station Genesis" one of the office clerks told him

"Okay, let's evac this building and head for our pickup point" said the man, picking his phone up. He dialled a number and spoke when the person at the other end of the line answered

"Z!" he shouted "Yeah, it's Alex. Lynion's being bombed by Air Pirates. Fire up The Knights"

Franc Vines was a journalist for The Londim Chronicle. He had been sent to Lynion to find out more about the countries culture. Now he was in some basement thinking of what to do next.

"Well if anything, this will make a great story. A great story...if I survive. Who the hell is doing this? There were no threats of war while I was about, that Pirate Alliance was beaten by Lynion...well that was the official story...What if they weren't beaten at all?" Franc said to himself.

"I wonder who else has survived..."

It was a cold morning in Ustio, and the temperatures in the mountains were now below freezing. The snow covering Valais AFB was almost untouched by humans. Only a stream of footsteps from the barracks to the briefing room could be seen. The doors to the briefing room opened and four pilots, each clutching a hot mug of coffee, walked out and headed for the aircraft elevator down to the underground hangars.

They descended into the warmth of the hangar. Four aircraft sat waiting for them: One F-15S/MTD and three F-16XL's, in a blue and white paint scheme (http://gallery.top-aviation.net/albums/userpics/10009/AC0_F15ACTIVE.jpg). The headed for them, and began starting up...

Minutes Later...

The elevator brought the last aircraft to the runway. As they moved, they carved a path in the snow. They lined up on the runway, watched for thr thumbs up from the ground crew, and then firewalled their throttles

The four aircraft bolted down the runway, lifting off just before the end. They began climbing and turning towards Lynion

OFFICIAL COMMUNICATION
REPUBLIC OF THE BATTLEHAWK
OFFICE OF THE PRESIDENT

I have dispatched our Elite Legacy squadron to your nation, one of our aircraft carriers; the Excelsior is also heading your way

Signed
Presidwent Daniel J Clark

<BAF Linton>

"Legacy one you are clear to depart" The Tower reported.
Legacy one nodded and powered the engines and the Talon was soon in the air and in a few minutes the rest of the squadron was in the air.
"Ok boys, lets turn and burn"

"Sir, enemy bombers are turning around..." pointed out a pilot as it made him feel uneasy.

"Odd," replied Sonic's voice as radar started to pick something else up. "The Air Pirates usually go on until half their forces are lost before retreating,"

"Radar has picked up mutli-heat signatures coming from...above and below us?" questioned the voice of the captain of the Swatter. Sonic dived down for a moment as he noticed hundreds of landing boats were heading towards the beaches.

"Now I understand," started Sonic as the squadrons re-grouped with him. "When Haven Island was destroyed, the Pirates were forced to scatter since they no longer have a place to call home. They want Union back as a home for them since they lost Haven,"

On the ground

Lee was still dressed in his wedding outfit as he was given a MX8 Assault Rifle from a nearby soldier. He walked through the city looking for Matthew as several dropships deployed tanks into the city. The city was quiet again before someone pointed up. Lee looked upwards as the sky was lit up with white clouds. It wasn't the clouds that bought snow. No, it was para-troopers.

"Corporal!" shouted Lee as he marched over to a corporal handing out pistols and rifles to the militia. "Get a channel open to that damn convoy. Inform them to deploy the new Lyras Battle Tanks and the infantry!"

"Will do sir!" replied the corporal as he gave his job to a private.

"This is Governor Janus speaking," started Janus voice as people appeared out of their basements and bunkers. "All of the civilian population are hereby ordered to evac out of the city and to the southern provience of Union!" repeated the voice as the civilian population started to rush out of the city in panic.

"How long until the troops land?" asked Woff to Lee as he was handed an automatic pistol.

"20 minutes at the most," replied Lee as he looked around before changing into a werewolf. He looked around as most of the men from the city ventured over to the soldiers handing out weapons.

"We want to fight sir," the leader of the group asked as he stood with a shaven beard.

"Your good men," replied Lee. "Private, hand out what weapons you can. We need all the man-power until the regulars arrive,"

"Yes sir," replied the private as he handed out what weapons he had left. "Everyone is to go down to the beaches and the outter parts of Ulan,"

Presidential Compound
Situation Room

The President was frowning, he kept trying to put himself in the shoes of the Lynion government and was failing, his people were being hurt too, and he wanted information, but the lack thereof was understandable. He looked up.

“What assets do we have?”

“The Mercy has reached the Atlas Carrier group that give us the Atlas, Four Destroyers, The Ares, Demeter, Apollo and Vulcan, Two Cruisers the Zephyr and the White Star, two battleships, the Nina and the Pinta, two subs, the Nemo and the Posiden, and two assault ships the Viper and the Scorpion.”

“Percy what’s your recommendation?”

“Well we’re rendering aid first and foremost though I’m sure if the captain of the Atlas gets her chance she’ll bring down some air pirates. So I’d send the Carrier the Assault Ships, One Destroyer,and the Hospital ship, The Viper and the Scorpion can dispatch landing craft and helicopters, and have them dispatch their compliment of engineers along with the medical personnel on the Mercy. Let the Atlas and The Ares provide protection for our ships and if they can find some Pirates all the better. We can have a cargo ship of medical supplies and food send behind them, and the small cargo planes can drop the supplies until the Lynion’s can do it on their own. ” General Fitzwallace returned.

The President smirked he had a picture of his niece Angela, the captain of the USoP Flagship, a swashbuckling pirate hunter.

“And while I send our flagship Ford class carrier to fight Pirates who’s keeping our shores safe?” Bartlet asked.

“The Hellfire will assume operations in the south seas until the Altas returns. The rest of the carrier group will work the same. We just can’t invade anyone in the south for a bit.” National Security Adviser, Nancy McNally said.

“How long till they get there?”

“Two days sir.”

“Two days, the Altas can make that in 7 hours!” Bartlet said.

“It’s not the Atlas slowing it down it’s the Mercy, she’s not made for that kind of speeds sir." Nancy explained.

“Fair enough… do it.” Bartlet ordered. “Tell the captain of the Mercy that if he get there in a day I’ll promote him , and tell my niece if she puts so much as a scratching into my old ship he’s off the Christmas card list.” added Bartlet.

“Aye sir, out of curiosity where are you going to promote the captain of the mercy to?” Fitz asked, figuring he’d give his commander-in-chief a chance to be funny.

“You have a nice office don’t you Fitz?” the President quipped, smirking.

“Not as nice as yours Mr President” the General returned.

“Fine then we’ll give him Nancy’s job.” The USoP National Security Advisor rolled her eyes, still very secure in her job. “Ironic isn’t it?” The President said after a pause.

“What’s that sir?” Nancy asked

“We build the ships that hurt people for speed, and we don’t do the same for the ships that help people.” Bartlet said.

Bridge Of The USS Atlas CVN 1

“Captain Bartlet Priority Action Message, verified” Lt Bergen announced.

Angela Bartlet made her way across her bridge and looked at the sheet of paper handed to her. She read it slowly and deliberately digesting every word.

“Fair enough, Navigation set course for the Lynion colony of Union, Lt Bergen have the Scorp and the Viper come to, and inform the Ares she is to escort the Mercy. Go easy on the captain of the Mercy he’s not used to this kind of operation. Lt Valkry inform the air wing to prep for medical supply drops and air combat.

“Air Combat?” Valkry asked

“Hopefully we’ll get to go pirate hunting.” The captain said, prompting cheers of “BULLY” and grunts of approval from her bridge staff.

The 5 ships broke from the formation they were sailing in almost seemingly in unison and steamed full speed to Lynion, the Mercy seemed almost ready to lead the pack.

OOC:

MASSIVE NOTE: Its not happening in Lynion!! The bombing is at the Colony of Union

The blue and white jets barrelled in after the retreating bombers, tearing past Sonic's squadron. The lead pilot switched to AIM-9 Sidewinders, locking in on the nearest bomber. Pressing the trigger, his missile roared off the wing rack and straight at the target. His wingmen followed suit, each firing a missile at one of the bombers. After they did, they broke into elements. The two 2 aircaft teams rolled inverted as they got closer, unleashing a torrent of bullets from their miniguns before breaking left and right away from the bombers.

OOC:

MASSIVE NOTE: Its not happening in Lynion!! The bombing is at the Colony of Union

OOC: Duly noted.

IC:

As part of his travels, Franc had to visit the colonies. Union was where he was, Union was where the battle was. He heard the announcement to evacuate the city. He could do this, but that would mean missing out on the biggest story of his career. He picked up his equipment and left the basement. Maybe he would join the soldiers, after all he had a stint in the Londim Army, as every youth was required to do so, so he had at least basic training. It was this way he would get the information he needed.

He climbed over the rubble which lay in front of him and noticed a group of soldiers down the street. He would approach them and see if he could join.

"Hail soldiers. I wish to join your fight against this enemy."

Mike Flagg hated his hotel room, he really did. The view wasn’t what the brochure said it would be, the bed wasn’t comfortable, he hadn’t done well with the business meeting and it was the hotel rooms fault. His entire life he had subscribed to the thought that if you stayed in a hotel you needed to get a room no higher than floor 10, yet here he was in the only room available, up on floor 65. He was also in pretty much the only part of the building still in one piece after the bombers from wherever ripped a hole in the side of the hotel. So here he would stay, perched precariously 65 floors above a rubble pile that had once been the rest of his hotel.

Leo McGarity walked into the executive office.

"What's up" The president said after seeing the look on his Chief of Staff's face.

"Union, the bombing has stopped, but now the pirates are sending in troops." Landing craft and para troopers are being dispatched, they are trying to take the colony, we’re wanted in the Sit Room”

The president started moving toward the elevator to the situation room. “Son of a bitch” he muttered. “What’s happening?”

“Fitz has informed the strike team of the new SITREP, the Mercy who was almost leading the group has pulled back and allowed the ships with you know guns to go ahead. Fitz is going to recommend sending two more assault ships and at least one other destroyer. I think we should the Nemo which currently has two full GreyOps teams on it. Nancy is going to want two awacs planes from the Hellfire moved to the Atlas, which we can do if we take the 4 sea stallions and move them to the assault ships.”

The elevator doors slit open, The President got out, the room quieted immediately. “Fitz I’m fine with sending whatever ships or planes you and Nancy agree on sending, Leo thinks we should also at least send the Nemo as well, but I rarely listen to him so what do you think?”

“I think a couple of platoons of Grey Knights will make any pirate a little nervous, so it sounds good to me.” Fitzwallace responded.

“Agreed, do it, keep as low a profile as 10 USoP ships floating in a harbor can be though” We’re there to help the Lynions not to invade Union.”

“Aye Sir”

Digging around in his pocket, Therondis flinched as another bomb rocked the former hotel. "Where's my wallet!?" he said in shock as a massive battle raged on outside. Eventually, he found it and set off towards where his car used to be, when he saw, of all things, a dead soldier and his rifle. After gawping at the duo for about a minute Therondis regained his senses and picked the rifle up, as well as some ammunition. Technically, due to Anemonian law, he was still a reserve in the Internal Army, and although he wasn't particularly fit and only really above average with a rifle... inhis minds eye he had been elevated to near godlike standards. He was quick! He was strong! He was accurate... Another bomb rocked the hotel and a shower of dust poured onto his head. He was.... coughing. After his bout of coughing had ended, he brushed off the dust indignantly, hoisted the rifle onto his shoulder and began to walk down the street, his pocket loaded with extra magazines and a pair of grenades. He was the one man unofficial peacekeeper force of Anemos Major... and his life expectancy at the moment was very, very low.

"Come on boys!" shouted the Lieutenant as he ushered the militia down to the beaches. "The regulars are depending on us to do the job! We're getting veteran armour support any moment now,"

"Get some boys into the buildings!" shouted a Lynion Hunter Captain as Lee appeared on the scene. "Sir...I was just instructing..."

"Convoy 36 is inbound and is going to drop heavy armour for us," started Lee as he interupted the captain before noticing an overturn jeep. "Captain, take the man and give him a rifle. We need every able body to fend off the attackers,"

Convoy 36

The hull of the dropship was busy with chatter as the commander stood on top of the turret of a Lyran Battle Tank. He raised his pistol into the air as the pilots and gunners looked up to him for a moment.

"Today, our belovered homeland, Union has come under direct attacks of the scum bags of the Air Pirates. Are we going to sit by and let this happen?" shouted the commander as the crew men shaked their heads. "Of course not! We're going down to the surface and we're gonna send their asses back to the Dark Age!"

"Hooray!" replied the crew members as the drops decended upon the city. The invasion had already arrived and the para-troopers had landed on the beaches and the fighting was become tense with every passing moment.

"Union Air Control this is Battlehawk Squadron Legacy" Legacy one reported over the comms on the prearranged frequncey "Our govermant sent us ahead to help out until the Excelsior gets here, requesting permission to enter your airspace"

OOC: Is that my guy you're referring to in that post Lynion?

OOC: Yep.

Random Bomb Shelter, Ulan
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"Hey I think the bombs have stopped-Nope, didnt think so," said Emperor Cloudao from his amry cot.
"Oww, who can sleep in these things?" Moaned Tyron Veroin, who was not happy with the cots.
"How about people who have spent the entire day marching?" the Emperor replied.
"Whatever....hey, who is that photo of?" Tyron asked when he noticed that the Emperor had pulled out of photo.
"An ex-girlfriends. Why?" From the rather hurt look in his eyes, Veroin garthered that the Emperor wasnt joking.
"Oh just wondering..." Veroin replied.
They both stood up rather puickly when they heard the most out of place noise for a bomb shelter: Talking.
It was in English, and it didnt sound friendly.
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OFFICAL TRANSMISSION
If you would like asistance in driving out the Air Pirates, we would more then happy to assist. Oh, and when you do find the Emperor, can you please give him the 2 inclosed papers. One is my resignation, the other is a letter from a "Elizabeth Mayise"
Signed
Acting Prime Minster Jackson Matthers

"Battlehawk Squadron Legacy you are clear to engage. Welcome to hell," replied the traffic controller. "Enemy forces has landed along the northern coast and landed in Ulan. We need support with the drop ships inbound with the armour support,"

Government Bunker

"Whose down here?" shouted out Lee as he kept his rifle over his shoulder while moving hos flashlight about. "Didn't you hear the message? All civilian personal are bugging out except the militia and the military!" Lee noticed there were two personal in the bunker and one looked to be a very important offical.

Franc grabbed the gun and followed the rest of the troops.

"Time to get a piece of the action." he said.

"Well, that was unexpected" said the Emperor
"I have to agree with you on that one Joshua," replied Tyron, who only uses the Emperor's first name when he is VERY nervous.
"Well then,"Steping forward, the Emperor said:"My name is Emperor Joshua Cloudao, Emperor of the Empire of Orinion. This is my right-hand-man, Tryon Veroin. we were in Ulan on vacation when the bombs started falling. And honestly having guns pointed at me is starting to piss me off so please can you lower your weapons?"
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"Right now I don't give a *** damn fu*k who you are or what title you have gain!" shouted back a pissed off Lee. "Get the hell out of Ulan and follow the civilians to the evac site! If you have any more problems, I'll put you on the damn frontlines with only a pistol!" finished Lee as he stormed out of the building only to be greeted by Rathma and his squad. "Freakin' hell! Man your a sight for sore eyes," started a more calmer Lee.

"We've taken Dog Platoon up along the lines and they've taken command of the militia," briefed Rathma as he was dressed in a similar uniform to Lee's. "The Regulars are about an hours flight from our position! We've got the Hunters reclaiming the southern and eastern parts of the colony," shouted Rathma over the sounds of panicing civilians heading to the evac site.

"Rathma, you've got full command of the entire front!" started Lee as he looked around for a moment. "I'm sorry I'm leaving this too you, but I've lost my brother and I need to find him,"

"Sir, radio reports indicates he didn't join his squadron," briefed Amos who was the radio man of the platoon.

"Lee, go and find your brother. I'll take care of those pirates!" smiled Rathma as he led the platoon down the streets towards the frontlines.

Frontlines

The militia had being forced to retreat off the beachhead as T-80 battle tanks appeared on the beaches. They reinforced their second line of defence as the battle was raging on. Platoons from the inner cities were taking up positions in what fortified positions they could find. Among the militia were concriptions being called to active duty alongside the Lynion Assassin's who were the only veteran force on the lines. They were to hold the frontlines until either the battle tanks arrive or the Regulars arrive to relive the militia. Rathma sat in one of the trenches as most of the militia were hiding behind burnt out car wrecks or what little cover they could find. The fighting had stopped for a moment as the pirates were trying to get their tanks off the beaches.

"T-80's are poor on very soft sand," stated Rathma as several anti-tank crews came into the trenches before heavy machine gun nests opened fire onto the trenches. "Longshanks, go down the line and re-group our positions! This is only going to get worse. Get on the radio and get us air support as well!" finished Rathma as he shakes hands with Longshanks before he went off down the trenches as the anti-tanks crews started to bring hell down on the tanks.



OOC: If you come across Lee again and you demand something, expect him to live up to his word. He's only trying to find Matthew.

Evac Site, somewhere near Ulan
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"That guy wasnt very nice," Tyron said.
"you have said that about 10 times already Tyron, can you please stop?" the Emperor replied.
"Okay Sire- oh, it seems we are expected," said Tyro, pointing to the 3 men in Orinion Army uniform.
"I noticed, question is, what are they doing here?" replied the Emperor.
he stopped talking as the men ran up to him.
"Emperor thank Auron your alive," said the leader of the three.
"It would take a lot more then Air Pirates to kill me, umm..." The Emperor stopped as he looked for any form of ID.
"Captian Akkron Matthers, Sire," replied Matthers.
"Ah, wouldnt happen to be related to Jackson Matthers, would you?"
"He's my brother sir."
"Ahh. So then, how do plan on getting out of here?"
"Look up."
The Emperor looked up and saw an Orinion Air Force helicopter coming into land.
The Emperor then started to walk towards the landing helicopter, the Captian by his side.
"Oh, and a government offical gave me these to give to you. One of them is my brother's resignation, the other is a letter to you."
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Ulan, capital of The Vampirial Colony of Union, business district...

Missing the Festival at home was a relief for James Goldmeier-the pagan rituals were a poor fit for a man raised to believe in the One True God. and it was going to be televised this year!

He pushed his way out of the ruins of the jeweler's wholesale where he'd just finalized a deal for hand-crafted timepieces.

He looked down at his own wristwatch. Oh, shit, I've been buried in there for three.. he looked at the sky, ...Fifteen?? hours!

Pavement was buckled and fires were raging around him. Well, they were skeptical about the quality-if my sample case survived this as well as my own did, it would definitely kill any skepticism-assuming there are any customers left.

He loosened his tie, and turned to the collapsed building. I survived, there have to be others... In the distance, the thunder of bombs was starting to be matched with the thunder of guns. I don't see any firemen, or soldiers...yet. Someone has to do it...

He tore off his jacket, and wrapped his hands. A short search delivered a stout looking piece of re-bar, and he found a broken hydrant, still bubbling water. He washed his face and prayed to the God of Israel that he could save at least one other person, then, he turned and started to dig.


The Old Fort, overlooking Klein City, Sudova, about the same time that Jeremy's waking up...

In the dream, the winter parted in a rain of blood. Sara walked beneath the world tree. Her brothers dangling from its arms like solstice ornaments, mouths open in the agony of final knowing. Here, the dead speak in dusky wheezes. Her father sat at the base of the tree, neck twisted grotesqely. "You should have stayed out of things." he told her, "some of that blood will be yours...why did you have me killed?"

Sara looked at him, "For the good of the people." she told him. a distant buzzing erased his reply...

The clock-alarm was a gift from the Lynion Embassy. Sara honestly only knew how to use a few of the hundered or so functions the device boasted-a fact she stubbornly kept to herself-else, how could she force the nation to accept the modern world? to face the future??

Sara rolled out of bed, walked to the window, and looked out at the misty midwinter darkness. Bonfires marked the night, and she could see one hundered convicts, some still struggling and strangling on the trees of the sacred grove, many unaware of how much honour they brought to their kin by being chosen as sacrifices rather than merely put down in a dank execution cell.

One of the functions she knew, had learned, in fact, with great pains, was the "Message" function.

"You-have-Five-Messages From the Foreign Ministry, You have Two Messages from the Navy Department, You-have-eleven-messages from the Trade Ministry..." The machine droned for another five minutes, until she heard one that made her stop it.

"Play the Message from the Embassy in Lynion..." she said, "Play it first."

"Radar just picked up an unidentified helicopter," shouted out the radar operator as the captain looked over his shoulder.

"Is it one of ours or an ally?" questioned the captain as the aerial destroyer was escorting an aerial heavy cruiser to the front.

"Markings checks out to be...unidentified. Theres a high chance it could be hostlie," replied the radar operator as the captain went back to his station.

"They haven't being identified by command," started the captain as he nodded to an operator. "Its hostlie and we will act acoordingly. Give them a warning shot!"

"Yes sir!" replied the radio operator. "Gunner Alpha Bravo 4-5, one warning shot to be fired at the chopper!"

"Copy that Bridge," replied the gunners voice as the single cannon under the nose of the ship fired a single round hitting the side of the building while not causing any damage to the helicopter or the passengers. There was no warning calls, just one warning shot to make it clear, that any unidentified aerial units entering Union airspace will be fired upon.


OOC: Orinon, you couldn't have gotten a chopper into Union without a control tower noticing you.

Staggering across the road while coughing and flinching, 'noble', 'brave' Therondis crossed the half-destroyed street. By the time he had gotten to the other side, all his illusions had been smashed; he was no soldier, he was a desk worker! He decided that he'd happily have his desk and twenty cups a day regime back in exchange for getting out of this place ASAP.

"Pull the wounded out to the evac site!" shouted a medic as several medic's rush through the streets with several wounded beside them. "Hey you!" shouted the lieutenant as he made his way over to the civilian (Therondis) "Are you heading to the frontlines, lost or are you heading to the evac site?"

"WAR IS HELL!", shouted Franc. He and the others had been forced to pull back when the tanks arrived on the beach. He was almost considering running for his life, but he wanted to stay. There was something of a thrill in all this fighting, the adrenaline running through his body. He fired off another round, in the direction of the advancing Pirates. he didn't know if he hit anyone as he was to concerned about surviving himself.

"Ahh...I agree with ya!" replied Taz as he rallied a squad together. "That bloody T-80 is gonna rip us apart!" started Taz as a shell landed nearby. "Jones, Smithy and you, (Franc) give me cover! Marcus, hand me a flame bomb,"

Taz handed his rifle to a nearby militia man as he waited for the militia forces to lay down supressing fire. He dashed across the street quietly as another shell landed close to the trenches. Taz was slightly dizzy as he came to the T-80 that was being used as the advance unit. Bullets whizzed past as he threw himself against the side of the tank before lifting himself up. He quickly opened the tank hatch and threw in his small bomb before closing the hatch tightly. Taz quickly looked around before he was thrown backwards as a bullet shattered his left shoulder.

"Taz is down!" shouted a young man's voice as Marcus pulled him back into the trenches.

"Bloody hell!" shouted Marcus as he noticed the drop ships were coming soon. "Nobody moves! We wait for the armour to arrive!"

"F*ck!" shouted Jones as he noticed that Taz was taking cover behind the tank as it started to burn. "We can get to him if we can get someone to flank the pirates advance! I need a volunteer!"


OOC: What does NSG stand for?

"Legacy squadron, follow me in, weapons hot" LEgacty one ordered as the squadron caught up with the dropships "Dropship, Dropship, do you copy, this is Legacy one of the BAttlehawk Airforce"

"Yo what's up?" replied the pilot of the leading dropship. "We got some gunship support but these bastards are going to be hell. Form up in front and strafe the forward pirate locations. We need ten minutes to drop off the heavy armour. That's all we need,"

"You'll get it" Legacy one promised as Legacy squadron formed up at the front

OOC: What does NSG stand for?
ooc
NationStates General

OOC: Ahh! Thanks isa.

ooc who has air superiority ?

OOC: Lynion and Battlehawk are gaining air superiority at the moment.

OOC: Lynion and Battlehawk are gaining air superiority at the moment.

ooc send two new AC-130J Spectre's later

"Pull the wounded out to the evac site!" shouted a medic as several medic's rush through the streets with several wounded beside them. "Hey you!" shouted the lieutenant as he made his way over to the civilian (Therondis) "Are you heading to the frontlines, lost or are you heading to the evac site?"

Therondis coughed once more and looked at the Lieutenant. As bombs exploded around them, he shouted "It depends! What's in that direction?"

From the Desk of Her Majesty Sara, Princepes of Sudova...

To: Vampirial Kingdom of Lynion, High King Vamp

Regarding: Vampirial Colony of Union situation

Do you require any assistance, or is the situation contained and under control? If you require any assistance, we do have a carrier and battlegroup that can reach strike range in less than two days, along with logistical and hospital vessels, SAR teams, and a small contingent of Marines that can be deployed at your discretion per the Joint agreement your man negotiated at the Summit in November. (I presume you will not mis-use my men once placed under your command.)


[ooc-Lynion, some of the bits I couldn't write adequately, your Ambassador managed to negotiate a 'superior' position in joint operations in exchange for training assistance with regards to Marine forces. Drunk or not, the man was a better negotiator than Sara was-which might be expected, she's not very old, after all, and an adult who's drunk usually out-negotiates a teen who's drunk. Since Sara's stuck with whatever agreements she makes, she's obligated to offer whatever assistance she is able to, though the Lynions are NOT obligated to accept it. The only Caveat in the agreement being that Sudovan forces under Lynion Command not be misused or abandoned once deployed.]

Orinion IAF Helicopter, Getting the hell away from Ulan
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"Whats that beeping noise?" Tyron asked
"It means 2 things: We are royally f***ed, or we are being picked up on radar....Pliot, please tell me you contacted some form of Air Control Tower?" The Emperor asked, sounding rather angry at the thought of being blown up.
"Umm....No. Why?" the pliot replied.
"We're dead. Get on the radio to the nearest Air Control Tower and ask them to tell their air forces NOT to blow us up." the Emperor replied.
The Emperor then sat back in his sit thinking Hell the hell did I get involved in this mess?
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"Oh shit!" shouted Franc as he saw Taz get hit. Taz was in a dangerous place and was not far from the enemy.

"There aren't enough of us to flank all that lot, but we can't leave Taz out there alone. Shit we need support. If we go together we'll be right in the open and sitting ducks. Is there enough cover we could sprint between to reach Taz and bring him back in?"

From the Desk of Her Majesty Sara, Princepes of Sudova...

To: Vampirial Kingdom of Lynion, High King Vamp

Regarding: Vampirial Colony of Union situation

Do you require any assistance, or is the situation contained and under control? If you require any assistance, we do have a carrier and battlegroup that can reach strike range in less than two days, along with logistical and hospital vessels, SAR teams, and a small contingent of Marines that can be deployed at your discretion per the Joint agreement your man negotiated at the Summit in November. (I presume you will not mis-use my men once placed under your command.)


[ooc-Lynion, some of the bits I couldn't write adequately, your Ambassador managed to negotiate a 'superior' position in joint operations in exchange for training assistance with regards to Marine forces. Drunk or not, the man was a better negotiator than Sara was-which might be expected, she's not very old, after all, and an adult who's drunk usually out-negotiates a teen who's drunk. Since Sara's stuck with whatever agreements she makes, she's obligated to offer whatever assistance she is able to, though the Lynions are NOT obligated to accept it. The only Caveat in the agreement being that Sudovan forces under Lynion Command not be misused or abandoned once deployed.]


TO: Her Majesty Sara, Princepes of Sudova
FROM: Vamperial Kingdom of Lynion, High King Vamp

We understand about the treaty and what it means to both parties. We do require the extra manpower to end this conflict. However, I would like to point out that we're expecting to end the invasion force within a days time due to our Regulars and Armour support arriving within an hours time. However, I would like to point out we'll need the extra support when it comes to the counter-attack against the pirates.

"Where the hell are our reinforcements?" shouted out a pinned down militiaman as Rathma took cover. "If we don't get support, we're f*cking screwed!" Rathma looked around at the situation while the militia men were starting to run out of ammo.

"Hey check it out! It's the Master League bloke err...Rathma. That's his name! Rathma," shouted a voice from behind. Rathma turned around to find the Regulars had finally arrived but couldn't move up until the tanks were taken out.

Rathma looked back to the frontlines as he noticed a T-80 was starting to get much closer than they wanted them too. He wasn't going to start doubting and he had made the right choice. A second later, the tank was ripped apart by an explosion. The shockwave had sent Rathma slamming against the side of the trench as the boys started to cheer.

"Its the bloody Locust!" shouted out Longshanks as an aerial heavy cruiser decended upon the battlefield causing morale to rocket into the sky.

Dropships decended upon the battlefield while giving covering fire with their heavy gatling cannons while the Regulars jumped into the trenches. They started to unload the heavy tanks as the T-80's suddenly found a foe with thicker armour plating and better firepower than their own. The new Lyras Battle Tank LYA1 or 'Buster' as the Lynions called them, rolled behind the trenches as they started to pick off the T-80's. With a combination of the dropships firepower as they circle the battlefield, the battle tanks and the heavy cruiser being used, all the militiaman had to do was rush the pirates.

TO: Her Majesty Sara, Princepes of Sudova
FROM: Vamperial Kingdom of Lynion, High King Vamp

We understand about the treaty and what it means to both parties. We do require the extra manpower to end this conflict. However, I would like to point out that we're expecting to end the invasion force within a days time due to our Regulars and Armour support arriving within an hours time. However, I would like to point out we'll need the extra support when it comes to the counter-attack against the pirates.

The Old Fort, Sudova...

Sara re-read the Lynion reply, and sighed a bit in relief, before re-reading the last sentence.

well, not completely averted... she mused. The High King had sent his reply after breakfast, which brought the news in just as her Naval chief of staff was waiting in the foyer.

She glanced again at the grove of sacrifices, then buzzed him in.

Admiral Edwin was a small, gray man-gray hair, gray uniform, greyish skin-tone. "Majesty." he greeted her with a salute.

"Have a seat, Admiral." She told him, "And tell me, how many of our battlegroups can you send halfway around the world?"

He looked at the map she'd put up on the imported plasma screen over her desk. "We...ah...have one group already in that area-"

She nodded tersely, "I know that, Admiral. what can we send in as support?" she pressed.

"The Thunderhorse is currently in refit-dock...we might be able to send her escorts, and the Marine-assault ships to back up World Serpent's group." he said, "a bit on the shy side for fighter cover, but the added helo and transport capacity, plus the missile boats might offset that... and the Lynions, if I don't misremember, have a VTOL capable fighter that can operate off the marine ships."

She frowned. "What about logistics-can you support that many ships, plus the possibility of foreign troops operating off their decks?"

He nodded, "Your Grandfather and your Father both emphasized having more underway replenishment and transport capacity than the Navy's combat branch really needed, Majesty. Most Navies operate on a six combatants for each replenishment vessel ratio-your grandfather insisted on six replenishment vessels for each combatant vessel. At my own urging, your father didn't see fit to meddle with that, as it bulked up our merchant fleet, and kept him from having to buy replacements."

Sara nodded, "Good enough. We will not be participating in the combat in Union, but we have been put on notice that the Lynions may draw on us for operations to put these pirates down in a permanent way-that's basically an extended counterinsurgency mission. If they decide they need us in the vicinity..."

"Understood. Is that all, Majesty?" he asked.

Sara nodded, and dismissed him.


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To: High King Vamp, Vamperial Kingdom of Lynion
From: Sara, Princepes of Sudova

RE: Preparations

I have given orders to prepare additional forces for the next phase of your operations against these Pirates. Additional Logistical support as well as reinforcement for the Carrier World Serpent (Forrestal-N class) have been issued. This will place the 2nd Regiment (already slated to train with your officers) under direct orders to support your operations. This will place one Carrier, four Wasp-Class LHA's, Eight Spruance Class destroyers and sixteen Frigates in your care as soon as you are ready, along with several dozen supply and underway replenishment vessels. The flotilla will be positioned outside of your territorial waters until you are ready to use them.

As the dropships dropped their Cargo, Legacy squadron broke left and right and began to engage enemy forces
"Legacy one to dropship, can you ask your people down their to laser designate some targets down there for us" Legacy one requested

"Stuff laser guided crap," replied Rathma over the intercom as the dropships landed the remaining elements of the armour. "Pirates have taken the main beach. We got them cut off about a kilometre down the beach in both directions. What we need you to do is hold off their reinforcements," contiuned Rathma as he took cover from the raining of shells. "We've got elements in ocean at the moment so you have clear shots at their...bloody hell! Sorry, we just came under fire," explained Rathma as he surpressed a squad of pirates trying to flank their position. "You've got clear shots! We'll be able to hold off the pirates on the beaches!"

"Can we pick up Lee on this?" questioned Woff as he looked at the holographic battle between the Union Defenders and the Air Pirates.

"Doubt it sir," replied the operator as Woff flicked through the battlefield until he zoomed in onto the main front.

"What's the name of the Aerial Heavy Cruiser and where's its escort?" questioned Woff as a flight of Dingo's soon arrived on the holographic battle as it bombed two T-80's.

"That's the Locust and the Ghost is about to arrive," replied the operator as an aerial aircraft carrier appeared on the scene. "Bloody hell, its the Valiant,"

On the battlefield

"Rathma!" shouted Longshanks as he pointed towards the sky. "Its the Valiant!"

"Lord Almighty! It is the Valiant!" smiled Rathma as he watched the aerial aircraft carrier get into attack position. The militia started to cheer and wave their hands about as the pirates suddenly started to retreat back to their Higgin Boats.

Rathma turned back to the beachead when it just occured to him. He had seen the power of the Valiant in action before. His eyes scanned the burning wrecks of T-80's as he finally found Taz trying to crawl his way over to the trenches. The carrier was starting to charge up its main gun as Rathma dropped his rifle, pistol and genades and jumped the trench. He suddenly found himself racing across the open sands dodging the occasional shell landing nearby. Rathma did a slide across the beach as he came beside Taz who was badly wounded in the shoulder.

"You can leave me sir," muttered Taz as he had his shoulder across Rathma's back as they attempted to move back to the trenches.

"Ahh...remember that shot you made?" started Rathma as he made Taz remember his good times with the Assassin's. "That had to remove the leg during the operation,"

Taz laughed as he remembered firing a Magum slug straight into a guys knee just so he can be arrested. Rathma kept moving forward before being shot in the back by a pirate. Taz fell off Rathma's shoulder as the pair went straight into the sand taking a mouth full. Rathma was lying on his back bleeding as the sky suddenly lit up. Taz was able to pull Rathma across the sand as another two militia men climbed over the trench and helped pulled the wounded officer into the trenches. The blast from the heavens engulfed the beach as it masscared the last remaining pirates, T-80's and their Higgin Boats. The blast lasted for a minute before the Locust started a barrage on the fleeing Higgin Boats.

"We need a medic!" shouted Taz as Longshanks came over and noticed the bullet had smashed into Rathma's armour. Longshanks carefully removed the bullet as he felt the blood flowing again.

"I don't need a medic," coughed Rathma as he rolled over and looked up as the medic came over to him. "Taz needs a f**king medic," laughed Rathma as the troopers started to laugh at the joke. The Battle for Union was over but now, the Lynion's had some hunting to do. More importantly, they needed to find Lee. Rathma turned around as the last elements of the pirates attempted to escape as the Allied Aircrafts were picking them off with ease.

"What do we do now sir?" asked a recuirt as he passed the water over to Rathma.

"I tell you what we do private," replied Rathma as the soldiers turned to face the highly respected officer. "We let them run and make love tonight. Tomorrow...tomorrow we hunt them down like hunting down deer. Their fear will make them become like a foul stench and all we have to do is follow it," smiled Rathma. "And just for the hell of it, we'll show no quarters! This is the Lynion Hunt of the last elements of the Pirate Alliance and the freedom of the Jin Seas!"

Legact one heard his team groan as they opened fire

OOC: Battlehawk, I need more than a one liner post to play with. That goes for anyone else thinking of joining. I don't accept one liners in my RP's anymore unless its chatter.

OO: Sorry, had to do some of my last posts on a PSP which is hard to writr loads on. I'll do a longer post soon