NationStates Jolt Archive

The dogs of war had been howling for a long time, but finally the leashes had been dropped and the dogs released. After the Communist Federation of Stoklomolvi declared war on the Grand World Orders, millions of soldiers aligned to one side or another, each fighting for their own ideals. But it was imperitent that one ideal was stomped out, fascism. Socialism and Communism, in no way, were accepted in the Imperial Republic but by far they were the lesser of two evils and if one had to be destroyed, it was to be the fascist ideal.

Out in the middle of the war was a threat that had to be stomped out, the fascism ideal had polluted a sovereign nation and the Imperial Republic was to remove the tick that was fascism.

To rid the world of the fascist bloc, the nation of Fictions was to be dealt with, by the defening roar of the nostalgic air fleet above. They were designated the widow makers and their job was to bomb the opening ports in Ibea. As the wave left, they tore away the ground below with their Mk-82 class bombs, a 500 lb pound which, 80 of which was packed into the Bomb Rack Assembly. Following the Mk-82s would be 750 pound CBU class bombs, 36 of them from every bomber there. They would tear apart and burn much more than the 500 pound bombs would.

This was carried out as, in a small distance, a second air fleet, the second wave of the attack, was soaring towards the fleet. In the effort of taking out the Fictional major port the second wave was comprised of B9N3-K torpedo bombers. The B5N3-K was a modernized, Grestonian version of the B5N torpedo bomber used in the late WWII area. They would start a nose dive towards the water in front of the surface fleet than empty their Bomb Rack Assembly into the clear water. From there the propellers on the bombs would start up and turn them into a type of torpedo which would whirl until it compacted the side of the Fictional ships.

Following them were around thirty BAE HERTI unmanned air vehichle (UAV) regarded as the "Furies" which were folded in as part of the second wave. Their mission on a standard basis was to conduct acts of espionage and standard warfare. However, in this battle they were being used as dive bombers. They would dive directly at the enemy ships and shortly before arrival they would release their 150 kilogram payload. This technique would cause the anti-aircraft weapons on the ships to be almost obsolete.

As the bombs and payloads were being released upon the fleet, hundreds of F-15E Strike Eagle attack aircrafts came swooping in. As they would come into the deck level of the ship they would release thousands of casings of bullets from the gatling guns on either side of the chest of the air craft. As they would reach closer they would release the missiles on BRA then soar back up as the pilots behind them would do the same.

The air fleets began to pull away and combat the air presence that weren't grounded from the massive bombings. With the amount of bombs going off upon the Fictionians it was impossible for them to deploy any more air crafts from the ships or the ships to attack the air crafts above.

As the planes slowly went to higher altitudes the sky was blotted out by a massive amount of Moskits and other AShM's raining down upon the fleet from hundreds of Seastabber-class battleships, Hermin-class cruisers, and Irondeck-class battleships. An amount of 2,000 moskits had been deployed already and a second volley of that much was begining to be thrown out.

"Ah, the glory of battle," said Commodore Michael Severe looking through the glass port of the CO Cabin on the GMNS Majesty. He had his back to Air Captain William Fritage, the Commondeer of the Air Fleets, and Field Marshal Thomas Onsdall, the coordinator of the land battle that was to commence. They were all meeting on board his ship, his prized possesion.

On board a iron table in the center of the room was a massive map of the area, upun where numerous markings for all of the movements of equipment, both enmey, allied, and Grestonian.

"In half an hour we should be able to push the Fictionals out of the war and weaken them enough for the Northern Baltic to commence their attack."

[[OOC: This is for my premptive strikes on Fictions and TNB's invasion of Fictions. TG/MSN to be allowed in. Everyone who posted thus far is allowed into this theatre.]]

Bay of Nations, The Northern Baltic
Generals Natasha Topolosky of the 9th Army, Sveta Niedbala of the 17th Army, and Mira Petehsky of the 21st Army all walked down the long row of military buildings. Together, they made up the first Army Group that was headed to Fictions.

Mira occasionally squinted as the sun often peered through the buildings and hit her eyes. Frustrated, she produced a pair of aviators that her boyfriend had given her, before he died in the New Manth gassing, and, with much care, carefully placed them over her eyes. Shaking her hair side to side, she relaxed her lips and retook the serious face she wore most of the time.

Sveta began to hum an old folk song from the old country, deep in the mountains, that her grandfather had taught her. She began the chorus, when she tripped over a stray cluster of oxygen in front of her. Mira seemed to not notice, but Natasha found it rather funny and, after being calmed down by Mira for five minutes, was finally able to stop laughing.

Natasha practically skipped along, though, due to her small size, her steps were much shorter then Mira's and Sveta's, so she was actually walking the same pace as them. Her eyes gleamed with the delight of a little child as she saw the troops, her troops, march.

They reached the top of a tower and Natasha said to herselfThey're ready with a smile. Mira glanced over her troops with silent affirmation and Sveta simply smiled and nodded to each individual commander that she knew.

Meanwhile, offshore, a task force of the 28th UWR Fleet, combined with several Battlefleets of transports were conducting offshore exercises to assure they were ready for the night: the time when they would began their journey to bring the war to the doors of the Fascists. To the cities, streets, and people of Fictions.

A massive fleet of LHD-1 Wasp Class ships carried along with them the full ten Independent Civilian International Fighting Corps. A union of about a million men where ordered by the IFA council to move to Fictions to help bring-up its defense.

ORBAT:
Independent Civilian International Fighting Corps: [Manpower - 100,000] ("Armhurst Corps")

1st Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


2nd Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


3rd Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


4th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


Independent Civilian International Fighting Corps: [Manpower - 100,000] ("Banker Corps")

5th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


6th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


7th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


8th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


Independent Civilian International Fighting Corps: [Manpower - 100,000] ("Cennedy Corps")

9th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


10th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


11th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


12th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


Independent Civilian International Fighting Corps: [Manpower - 100,000] ("Dansforth Corps")

13th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


14th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


15th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


16th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


Independent Civilian International Fighting Corps: [Manpower - 100,000] ("Ever Corps")

17th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


18th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


19th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


20th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


Independent Civilian International Fighting Corps: [Manpower - 100,000] ("Fire Corps")

21st Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


22nd Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


23rd Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


24th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


Independent Civilian International Fighting Corps: [Manpower - 100,000] ("General Corps")

25th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


26th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


27th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


28th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


Independent Civilian International Fighting Corps: [Manpower - 100,000] ("Halo Corps")

29th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


30th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


31st Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


32nd Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


Independent Civilian International Fighting Corps: [Manpower - 100,000] ("Indian Corps")

33rd Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


34th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


35th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


36th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


Independent Civilian International Fighting Corps: [Manpower - 100,000] ("Jackson Corps")

37th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


38th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


39th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90


40th Civilian Segment Group [Manpower - 25,000]

25,000 Ground Infantry
25,000 Lupara Shotgun
17,000 SA M-7 (SAM-47)
3,000 FGM-148 Javelin
250 2A45M Sprut-B
3,500 AT-4
500 BTR-90
290 Mi-8
300 T-90

Anagonian Naval Operations

Not every theatre required the presence of a massive fleet. Fictions would be dealt with in due time, and accordingly it was paramount to deploy resources to counter any nations deployment. So it was that Chief Admiral Buran Johnson sent forth the dogs of underwater warfare to ensure that any enemy assets would have trouble getting to where they belonged.

Anagonian Command Structure ORBAT
Operation Sea Dragon

Commander in Chief of Armed Forces in Theatre
Buran Johnson
Chief Admiral of the United Republic Grand Navy
(Current Member of Joint Chief's of Staff)
Military Assets being Deployed
That of Navy

Intelligence of Theatre
Provided by Orbital Optics and various Satellites to all allies involved
Currently Active

ORBAT
(Submarines)
Ballistic Missile Submarine
8x SSBN-726 Ohio Class
Cruise Missile Submarine
12x SSN-688 Los Angeles Class
Nuclear
15x SSN-21 Seawolf-class
20x Project 971 Shuka-B Akula Class Attack Submarine
15x Project 671 Victor III Class Attack Submarine

FLEET SPECIFICS
Classified

We shall defend our island, whatever the cost may be, we shall fight on the beaches, we shall fight on the landing grounds, we shall fight in the fields and in the streets, we shall fight in the hills; we shall never surrender.
~Winston Churchill

Things were starting to calm down, the nation was stabilising, only one city was under rebel hold and soon it too would be gone. Things were looking up despite the fact they had entered a world war at a time when really they should have remained in peace. Was it so unexpected then that they were made a target? Just as things looked up, one event brought them crashing back down.
Drabek sat in his office in Acting-Capital Espias, reading the report on what had happened in City Ibea and it's port, growing angrier with every line. When he reached the end he slowly placed it down on his desk and sat silent for a moment, hands clasped together. Adan Slater, acting defence minister and the person who had brought the report stood still and to attention, trying to look unmoved. After a long silence Drabek spoke, his voice was cold and level, to all who knew him this was a sign that he was 'absolutely bloody furious'
“Slater. I thought I told you to ready our defences”
“Yessir” Slater kept his gaze fixed straight ahead of him, not looking at the general, but rather focusing on a point on the wall.
“Then why” Drabek waved a hand at the papers “Did this happen, and more importantly why was nothing done about it”
“It came too quick sir. We were unprepared. The attack was quite unexpected”
“Is this what you call ready defences?”
“No sir”
“Did you deliberately disobey my orders?”
“No sir. We were working on it sir. Things are going a lot slower than they would normally go”
“Listen to me carefully because I will only say this once. Get our defences running and MAKE SURE THIS DOES NOT HAPPEN AGAIN”
“Yessir”
“Now go”
Slater saluted in the manner used by an officer to the nations ruler (In Fictions there are several types of salutes, all intended for different people and purposes, It can get confusing for new recruits and foreigners) and walked out of the office.

***

Slater worked fast, relaying the message, Fictions was brought up to DEFCON 1, something that had never happened before, and all across the country every defence system Fictions had, that had not been destroyed in the civil war was put online.
News about the attacks on C.Ibea had, like all stories when they were not being hushed up, spread like wildfire and soon the whole country knew about it. The cities, C.Majovul being the only exception, has started to return to what passed for a normal way of life and the news of this attack, especially once it became known that it had been an attack from the outside, fed the already xenophobic attitudes of many of the citizens and of course the vigilantes, or as the government referred to them 'the citizens militia' had once again took up arms, this time they were not intending on fighting rebels. This time they would be aiding the war effort... In their own unique way.

***

Public speaking. Goddamned, bloody public speaking. Drabek hated it but as Sheryl had pointed out he really ought to make an announcement, they were at war after all.
“Ready sir?” Sheryl knew he hated doing this, which was odd she thought, from what she had heard of leaders in nations similar to theirs, they liked to speak in public and often developed a little cult following, but not Drabek, who seemed more interested in the actual running of the country than anything else.
“Just get it over with”

***

“Citizens of Fictions, as you probably already know the world is at war and so are we. Earlier today, Devastating attacks were launched against our nation. Will we allow foreign powers to take our sovereignty from us? Will we become slaves to the foreign oppressors? Will we go down without a fight? The answer is NO. Fictions will never surrender, we will protect our nationals with everything we can, we will fight against those who wish to undermine our way of life, our culture and turn us into yet another westernised clone. And while the memory of chaos and anarchy is still fresh in everyone's mind, I tell you that if we do not make a stand and defend what is ours this is what will happen again. These foreign powers who wish to undo everything that makes this country what it is will stop at nothing to reach their goal. And so I ask every citizen to aid the war effort in any way they can. This is only the start, they will do more against us and our allies, as we speak, nations with similar interests are undergoing the same attacks. This is war. The world is at war. Those nations who call themselves the allies while speaking of freedom are hypocrites and liars, they are the aggressors in this war, they declared war and they are the one's launching the attacks. All in the name of peace? Is this the action of an alliance that wants peace or the action of an alliance of warmongers.
This being said, to all the allies who declare war on us, on the Grand World Order, on the IFA. You cannot win.
And to those who wish to wipe us from the map, we will fight with all we can, we will win or die trying. We will never surrender”

***

The speech was aired to all cities (but one) and all random assortments of settlements that were dotted around the country. This confirmed what everyone knew and even those who had, during the civil war, supported the rebels was now with the government. They may be oppressive, they may be corrupt, but they were theirs and that, for now is what mattered.

Lynion Raiders
Unknown Position
0231 Hours

"We're taking a mighty big risk skipper," started Lieutenant Jones as Captain Kennedy looked at the stat's about the current situation. "If we're lucky, there might be pirates or allied forces scouting around,"

"Stuff the pirates," smiled Kennedy as the warship silently glided through the waters. "We've got orders to hunt down enemy transport and supply shipping. There's also bounties on captured supply ships and captured officers and intel," smiled Kennedy as the fleet silently stayed in International Waters. "Strictly no signals, flares or radio signals are to be sent. For the time being, nobody know's we're close to Ficition and to the shipping routes," finished Kennedy as Jones looked back at the reports. Suddenly a hologram of Vamperial Grand Naval Admiral Tzu appeared. The holograms were the only communications the Humans haven't managed to tap into for the time being.

"The carriers are going to be positioned in the middle of the fleet while the capital ships take up defensive positions," started Tzu as the position of the fleet was setup on the hologram. "When your going for the enemy convoy's, hit the anti-air warships first and then intercept the supply transport ships. Supply ships are worth a bit and there's many mercenary groups wondering the seas looking for a good deal. When you find Troop Transport ships, sink them ASAP,"

"What's the bounty on supply ships?" asked Jones.

"Roughly USD$1 million," replied Tzu as the crew smiled at the thought. "USD$1 million for each supply ship sunk with proof that the sinking happened. USD$2 million for captured supply ships. The million or millions is shared amongest the crew for their efforts,"

"What about survivours?" asked Kennedy as he had a feeling what the answer was going to be.

"Take no survivours, no prisoner of war are to be taken. If your required, kill the Dark Humans or let them drown in the ocean," replied Tzu as Kennedy shakes his head. "This is war Kennedy. They would rip us apart if they were given the chance so don't give them the chance,"

"Will do sir," replied Kennedy as Tzu vanished from the hologram device. Kennedy turned to his lieutenant and ordered the squadron to hold together and start using long range radar.

The Admiral of the Fleet had given orders for the fleet to be prepared. With them would come the Royal Marines. And Above them would be the Paratroopers. The shock troops of the Whiskeasian Army would be deploying into battle. They would be using their brand new Lyran made equipent as well as their new K29 rifles.

Army
Armoured Brigade (20,000 Fighting Men) X 4
330 x LY4 Wolfhound MBT
290 x LY219 IFV/APC
20 x LY219 Armoured Recovery
5 x LY219 Command Vehicles
25 x LY219/220 Shepherd STMRAD
72 x LY300 Manticore MRS
3000 x HEMT trucks
80 x TRA-92 "Eiko" Light Attack Helicopters
1 x LY471 Skyguard Battery

Mechanized Brigade (20,000 Fighting Men) X 5
130 x LY4 Wolfhound MBT
490 x LY219 IFV/APC
20 x LY219 Armoured Recovery
5 x LY219 Command Vehicles
25 x LY219/220 Shepherd STMRAD
72 x LY300 Manticore MRS
3000 x HEMT trucks
80 x TRA-92 "Eiko" Light Attack Helicopters
1 x LY471 Skyguard Battery

"Iron Heart" Heavy Brigade X 2 (20,000 Fighting Men)
600 Iron heart APCs
600 Iron Heart IFVs
200 Iron Heart ATMGs
50 Iron Heart Command post
200 Iron Heart Mortars
200 Iron Heart Ambulances
500 Iron Heart SAMs
4500 Battle transport Trucks
500 TRA-92 "Eiko" Light Attack Helicopters


Non Lyras-equipped Fighting Units

Mechanized Division (50,000 Fighting Men) X 2
15,000Warrior Fighting Vehicle (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Warrior_tracked_armoured_vehicle)
5,000 Westland WAH 64 Apache Gunships (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Westland_WAH-64_Apache)
4000 AS 90 Self Propelled Guns (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/AS-90).
2,500Snatch Land Rover (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Snatch_Land_Rover)
1000 Rapier Air Defence Systems (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Rapier_missile)

Airborne Division (100,000 Fighting Men)

Supply Division (100,000 men) x 6

Overall Fighting Men 560,000
600,000 Supply Troops as well as the in unit supply troops.

Navy
4x Nimtz Class Aircraft Carriers (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Nimitz_class_aircraft_carrier)

10x Bay Class Landing Ship Docks (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Bay_class_landing_ship_dock_(auxiliary))

10x Albion Class Landing Ships (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Albion_class_landing_platform_dock)

5x Hospital Ships

20x Type 45 Daring destroyers (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Type_45_destroyer)

25x Type 23 Frigates (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Type_23_frigate)

15x Astute Class Submarines (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Astute_class_submarine)

15x Virginia Class Submarines (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Virginia_class_submarine)

Air

320 F 35 Fighter Bombers (Carriers)
20 Chinook Helicopters (Carriers)
Long Range Bombing Support (Whiskeasian Bomber Command West)

OOC: I think that's it.

Six Prestige-World Wide Cargo ships sailed to fictions carrying much needed supplies. Although ralkovia was supposedly neutral with its neutrality proclamation, Voksar had made a presidential decree ordering regular shipments to everybody. His belief was that if Fascist vs. Communist the capitalist could make a quick buck and so everything would go as normal.

However the convoy had the protection of four Manticore Cruisers and 2 HAVOK attack boats flying the ralkovian flag high and proud. The cargo logs had just said that the cargo on board was miscellaneous. How arrogant the ralkovians were to send HAVOKS and Manticore Cruisers to protect a shipment of vegetables(In freezer), purifying water tablets, cigars, and freeze dried ice cream.

Ralkovia was itching for the money and pirates were roaming in the region to protect these million dollar shipments was key to rehabilitating the economy of ralkovia. This shipment was almost a week behind schedule and was speeding along the waters as fast as it could to make up lost time. Every hour they lost 10,000 of profit which was a huge amount.

The captain had ordered to damn the consequences and screw the checkpoints as the ralkovians completely slid by the blockades. Right below them was the H.M.SS. Hartha, it was a V3 cargo sub and it carried probably the most fissile material that was in the shipment. 10 tons of fertilizer and growing material. The outline of the sub was the same of an attack sub but the difference was the huge bulges on both sides to increase cargo space.

To any outsider it looked as if the ralkovians were supplying the enemy. To anyone with the full story the goods were part of a contract with fictions to help rehabilitate the economy.

OOC: Ralkovia, we're now at war with the IFA/GWO. If you keep supplying the fascists, you'll be ejected from the alliance. If you need economic support, we are a huge alliance with a whole section of our budget dedicated to supporting our members' economies, and last time I checked, you're a member.

The million troops of the Civilian Corps marched together in a jumbled mass and went all the way to the capitol. The commanding officer tried to talk to whom he thought was in charge. "Where do you need my men?" He asked, he himself had a sawed-off shotgun held by his waste that size reflected more of a large pistol. Even though this man was a general he was expected to fight in the Civilian Corps, every damned man would fight, though this made for communications issues at some points, this would be problem that would later be fixed after seeing the devastating effect it would have on the units.

OOC: Buddha, wouldn't your million-man "civilian volunteers" have to get past the Greston and TNB naval forces off Fictions' coast before landing, let alone before the thousands of transport ships needed to move so many men and so much equipment could fully disembark?

Off the Coast of Fictions, Near Germuarur
The fleet was assembled off the coast. Consisting of over a hundred warships with many transports also standing, by the fleet was ready. It all happened in a flash: 12 miles offshore the order was given via secure channel and hundreds of deck guns and BrahMos cruise missiles began flying at enemy coastal emplacements and targets of military importance (substations, commercial transportation hubs, and military bases). As the guns lit up the sky, the 300,000 men of the 1st Combined Army Group - Fictions was now being prepared to establish a beachhead.

500 Pt-76M tanks began the ground attack. Being fully amphibious, they did not need a Landing Ship to carry them to the beach. This also meant that they could make full use of their main guns on any remaining beach defenses. Although the Pt-76Ms had every appearance of a normal tank, they were in fact drones, teletanks controlled by army troops still on board the ship.

Shortly after them, however, 60,000 Marines were preparing to storm the beach. They boarded their BMP-3s and waited quietly, some nervously, for the call to go. Once the Pt-76Ms reached within a mile of the coast, all naval artillery, save for a BrahMos missile or two on an important target the initial bombardment missed, would cease to fire.

Bay Of Nations, The Northern Baltic
No sooner had the first Army Group gone had a second Army group, consisting of members of the 10th, 11th, and 12th Armies, been mobilized. Their fleet, slightly larger then the first fleet, was conducting offshore exercises to assure all equipment was in working condition.

1st Army Group (same would apply to 2nd and 3rd Army group)
300,000 Total troops
200,000 Medium Infantry
70,000 Assault Infantry (Marines)
30,000 Vanguard Infantry (Heavy Infantry)
_________________________________________________________________
10,000 BMP-3 APC
46,000 BTR-T APC
20,000 UAZ-469
300 LBN-1 MBT
2,000 Black Eagle MBT
200 2S19 SPA
150 2S31 SPA
1,000 9K22 "Tunguska-M"
350 9K58 Smerch
50 Frog-7
3,000 2A65 MSTA-B 152 mm howitzer
300,000 AEK-971 w/ GP-30
300,000 OTS-33
20,000 VSS Vintorez
20,000 RPG-29
20,000 Pecheneg MG
20,000 Sa-18
10,000 Kord HMG
5,000 AT-15
100 Ka-52
300 Mi-35
400 Mi-17
2,500 M-240 towed mortar

Navy
90 Longboat Class
1 Ulyanovsk Class
2 Kiev Class
1 Stalingrad-B Class
5 Oscar-II Class
5 Kilo Class
25 Wasp Class
10 Tarawa Class
80 Ivan Rogov-class

Air Force
70 Mig-1.44
60 Yak-141
320 Ka-27/29/31

1,500 Miles from Fictions

The armada of submarines split up into lone wolf-pack's. The Ballistic Missile Submarines were the first to fall back, spreading out thousands of miles a part to virtually surround Fictions in international waters. The Ohio's were the fail safe in every threatre should anyone decide to press the big red button of doomsday, and were not to be officially used in combat expect to harass shipping to enemy territory. Second to spread out was the Los Angeles Class submarines, as they would silently go under any waters not protected and would eventually barrage the coast and military emplacements of Fictions with cruise missiles when the time came.

The Akula Class Attack Submarines and the Victor III Class Attack Submarines split into wolf packs of two to three submarines and spread themselves to make way towards all sections of hostile waters surrounding Fictions. Their task was two-fold. Attack enemy shipping and destroy enemy surface combatants. If they should come upon enemy submarines, they were to split into lone groups and destroy them.

Finally, the Seawolf-class submarines split from groups to lone hunting. Each submarine headed to designated area's of hostilities. These submarines were to be the silent killers in the battle for fictions, working alone to destroy enemy surface and submarine combatants. A few were to protect the Ohio's and Los Angeles Classes until they fully engaged in combat. The rest would enjoy the glory of becoming the true killer of the seas.

(OOC: WARNING, Contains strong language and racist views. These do not reflect my real point of views or opinions)

“Oh Adele, do put that phone away and try to seem a bit enthusiastic” that was the thing with teenagers, they never seemed to care about anything except their phones ands music players.
“Mom. It's a city, Like I haven't seen a bizzilion of them”
“Come on dear, just look around, try and enjoy yourself, Your brother is”
Adele glanced at her five year old brother who was trying to reach the coins in the bottom of a fountain and shrugged. Why did they have to do this whole sight seeing thing anyway? Couldn't they just go shopping, she'd seen some mega-cute tops. but nooo they had to see the city. Half of it seemed to have been blown up anyway. She shook her phone frustrated, sure there was free wifi in this square but what was the use of that when everything was blocked?
“Oh, I wonder what's going on?”
Adele glanced up at her mothers words, across the street was a group of about three guys, one looked barley older than she was. But that wasn't what caught her attention, no what she noticed was that they were all armed. She bit her lip nervously as the group got closer, they looked pissed off at something and were talking to each-other in that weird language people here used. The group walked passed, they did not seem to have noticed them in the crowd or maybe they simply didn't care about them. She watched the group go a bit further when one of them, the youngest, turned around and stopped abruptly staring right at her. The other two, noticing he had stopped stopped too and asked him something and the boy pointed right at her. Adele looked around, surely they didn't mean her? but ti seemed they did as the three were now making their way towards her, un-slinging their weapons as they approached.
“Dad!” Adele tugged on her fathers sleeve and pointed towards the three
The father frowned as he watched the three armed locals
“We should probably go” he gathered his family and made to leave but a voice from behind him made them stop dead
“You go and we shoot you. Make move again and we fire”
They stopped dead and turned around to face the three
“Where you from?” One of them demanded, his English was broken but understandable
“Look,, we don't mean any harm, we're just on holi-”
“Where you from”
“What did we do?”
“No questions. Where you from”
“Anagonia but I don't see...” The father tailed off, at the mention of his countries name of the locals had said something in their language and now two of the three moved around to ensure they could not leave, they all had their weapons pointed right at the tourists. The scene had not gone unnoticed with the people in the square who seemed to be watching the scene with mild curiosity, none of the watchers made any effort to stop the three men.
“Now look” The father tried to keep a level tone, beside him his wife was holding protectively onto their son and his daughter was staring horrified at one of the weapons that was pointed directly at her “Now look, I don't know why your doing this, It's obviously a mistake”
“No mistakes. You come. All you, follow”
“See here, This is unacceptable!”
“Follow. Now” The man turned away and the other two poked him and his wife in the back to make them walk, tentatively they did so, the man walked over to a wall then turned to face them
“Stand there. Do I say. Now”
“Listen, we done nothing to you”
“No talk, Do I say”
The two others poked them with the guns again and the family lined up against the wall. They knew what was going to happen. Adele panicked and tried to make a run for it but barley made it a few steps before the gunshots started and the bullets hit her hard in the back and legs, she fell forward screaming in pain, through her own cries she heard her mother sobbing and her father yelling at the men, she heard several more gunshots and silence, a shadow fell across her. One of the men pointed his gun at her head, and pulled the trigger. Adele's world went black and all pain and thought stopped.

The man who had killed Adele looked up and noticed the youngest of the three was holding a camera-phone.
“What the? You filmed that?”
He youngest grinned sheepishly and put the phone in his pocket
“Well...Sorta...Yea...”
“You are one sick fuck, you know that?”

***

Blogspot.fic; Fictions only, and therefore most popular blogging web-site, it was created and is monitored by A.M.A.P.P.M.I as a means to allow the people of Fictions to blog, seeing as all other blog web-sites were blacklisted, if they wanted to blog they had to use that web-site.
A sheer avalanche of updates as practically everyone who had a blog was posting some sort of comment on the war. They all seemed to carry the same message and that was this; We shall not surrender, Foreigners OUT.

***

http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm34/glostickx/Picture6-11.png?t=1230507335
KEV'S WORLD
Just me goin on about any shit I can think of

28/12/08: GET THE FUCK OUT FOREIGN BASTARDS

WTF, CAN YOU FUCKIN BELIVE THESE BASTARDS!!!
First they come and bomb the hell out of us then they come here like the own the fucking country and claim they “done nothing”
YEA WLL FUCK THAT
In my view EVERY GODDAMED FOREIGNER OUT TO BE ROUNDED UP AND SHOT

And I'm doin' just that. THATS RIGHT, YOU HEAR ME MOTHERFUCKERS, GET OUT THE DAMED COUNTRY OR DIE!!!

I'm totally serious, I have a vid to prove it:
[Inserted into the blog is a video of the attack on the Anagonian tourists, the video that was taken by the youngest. The owner of the blog]

Yea. No bloody foreigners are gonna escape on my watch!
LIVE CITIZNES MILLITA!!!
LIVE FICTIONS!!!

Comments: 13 [Currently displaying 4]

By Jenlives:
Woa! Clam down man! You seriously do that!? Your fucked up!

By Danniboi:
Hell yea! Show those SOB whos boss! LIVE FICTIONS

By Unicorn_Gal:
You totally scare me, you do know that murder is illegal right? Your gonna get locked up for that!
Reply:
NO I aint, I'm militia and this is WAR, so fuck off if your gonna rant at me.

By S_Jackson:
While I agree with helping the war effort, I think your methods are a little extreme, and frankly I am appalled that you would even film that video, let alone post it on a blog for all to see. I'll let you know that this entry has been reported and AMAPPMI will delete it, mark my words. And I would advise you to go and get some professional help.
Reply:
Go fuck yourself. srsly, go away.

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"S_Jackson's" prediction was true, the moment the blog entry was reported, A.M.A.P.P.M.I deleted the entry. How much damage had been done, how many people and in what countries had seen it was unsure...

Office of the Chief Governor - United Republic of Anagonia

Johnny Standford sat in his chair horrified, his eyes glued to the computer screen. One of his secretaries had alerted him to a possible terrorist attack against civilians in Fictions, the last place he expected to have Anagonian nationals killed. The video of the massacre finished, his eyes swelled with tears of rage. He sat alone in the office for over an hour, trying to contain his emotions. A global war had causalities, but this was the last thing he expected.

One Hour Later

A message was broadcast to both domestic and foreign channels. The Government of the United Republic urged all foreign nationals to get on the next best flight back to Anagonia or to an allied nation. The advisory included information on how to contact embassies and the Offices of Anagonian Government for monetary support should citizens require it. Meanwhile, no mention was made of an invasion fleet to Fictions. Something that citizens cried against as protests demanding the death of every citizen of Fictions took place across Anagonia.

953 Miles from Fictions - Cruise Missile Strike

The twelve Los Angeles Class Submarines were well within range to begin the first volley of strikes against Fictions. Orders were simplified for each boat to launch two Tomahawk cruise missiles per submarine at pre-designated targets. Surfacing briefly to catch up on the recent news, the crew's of the submarines were outraged when a brief telegraphed messaged reached them about the recent civilian massacre. Orders of targets were changed to include highly-populated civilian and military targets that could be pin-pointed by orbital optics. No one argued as the submarines submerged to eighty feet and began their routine.

All in unison, twelve Cruise Missiles rushed from under the waves and righted themselves towards fictions. Several minutes later, twelve more breached the surface. In total, twenty four Tomahawk Cruise Missiles roared with their first stage rockets towards civilian and military targets in Fictions. Immediately the submarines began the slow process of hiding beneath the waves again, going to varying depths and speed as they changed their courses.

First Strike
x24 Tomahawk Cruise Missiles
(Targets to be stated by Fictions via MSN convo agreement)

Officer Jaydon was watching the radar screen as he was about to nod off when the relief man came. Captain Kennedy was sitting on the bridge of the flagship, Widow Maker, a Lynx Assault Class Heavy Cruiser, when he noticed Jaydon was about to nod off. Before Kennedy could yell at the boy for sleeping at his post, a beep on the radar screen suddenly went off. Jayden suddenly felt wide awake when something was coming towards them.

"Skipper, we got something on the sonar," shouted Jayden as Kennedy looked over his shoudler.

"What do you think it is?" started Lieutenant Jones as he came over.

"The sonar is picking up a pack of warships," started Jayden as he pointed out there was the numbers to make a small pack, maybe more raiders.

"Position the warships in defensive formation," ordered Kennedy. "All hands to action stations and I want the pilots to be ready to make an emergency take off. Officer Pete, get on the radio and identify them,"

"This is the Widow Maker of the Lynion Raiders 46th Squadron calling unidentified object," started Pete as he radio in on the secured channel in case the Fictions happened to be nearby. "Please identify yourself,"

OOC: Who is that aimed at?

OOC: it was aimed at Anagonia.

OOC: it was aimed at Anagonia.

OOC: The submarines are already gone and forgotten, what your probably picking up is the Cruise Missiles as they separate and sea-skim.

OOC: Actually, that post was created while you created post number 16. I'll have to edit it in a moment.

OOC: Actually, that post was created while you created post number 16. I'll have to edit it in a moment.

OOC: K, we can do this in the OOC thread. That's what it's there for.

(Or you could detect my convoy of goods lynion)

Officer Jaydon was watching the radar screen as he was about to nod off when the relief man came. Captain Kennedy was sitting on the bridge of the flagship, Widow Maker, a Lynx Assault Class Heavy Cruiser, when he noticed Jaydon was about to nod off. Before Kennedy could yell at the boy for sleeping at his post, a beep on the radar screen suddenly went off. Jayden suddenly felt wide awake when something was coming towards them.

"Skipper, we got something on the sonar," shouted Jayden as Kennedy looked over his shoudler.

"What do you think it is?" started Lieutenant Jones as he came over.

"The sonar is picking up a pack of warships," started Jayden as he pointed out there was the numbers to make a small pack, maybe more raiders.

"Position the warships in defensive formation," ordered Kennedy. "All hands to action stations and I want the pilots to be ready to make an emergency take off. Officer Pete, get on the radio and identify them,"

"This is the Widow Maker of the Lynion Raiders 46th Squadron calling unidentified object," started Pete as he radio in on the secured channel in case the Fictions happened to be nearby. "Please identify yourself,"

There was no response. The submarines, by this time, had already submerged to either maximum depths or into thermal layers as they separated into small packs to lone operations.

Nearing the Lynion fleet was a single Akula, the Captain designating the fleet as allied to the Stoklomolvi Coalition. At around four hundred miles out, the Captain dared to surface the Akula, raising the antenna and allowing the Anagonian flag to raise for the brief time it was surfaced. A short reply was returned to the Widow Maker on a secure channel.


This is Captain J'uri Hugo of the SS Sea Sword. I have been assigned to inform you of Anagonian presence in these waters. If you wish, I can bring my boat closer so we can accurately share allied information.

Robert Stevens smiled as he sipped a glass of wine, sitting at a table that was upon the balcony of his country home, overlooking the nation's northern mountain range. Robert was the single wealthiest man in the Holy Empire, being worth nearly two trillion Sumguaian dollars, and the current head of the Commercial federation, a group of many of the richest and most prosperous individuals in the antion that was currently devoted to assisting the Abrahamic League in the war effort. "This fleet we have assembled is quite an expensive one, George." He said to the archbishop, who was sitting across from him.

"It is," The latter replied. "but such is our civic duty."

"To destroy tyranny and fascism," Robert said. "So that all may be free in their speech, in their minds," He paused, laughing. "and in their wallets."

"Indeed." George Claxton leaned back in the amazingly comfortable chair. "the governemnt shall do it's part for the cause of liberty, and so shall we."

several thousand miles away, a fleet moved to take up a place beside the Whiskeasy naval forces.
____________________________________________________________________________________________________ _______________________________________________________

AL-CF Joint Fleet:

2 Type 251 'Triumph' Class Carriers
5 Type 165 'Town' Class Cruisers
3 Type 192 'Sandakan' Class Battlecruisers
15 Type 29 Class Destroyers
8 Type 31 ASW Destroyers
6 Type 46 'Parish' Class Destroyers
10 Type 38 Destroyers
23 Type 47 'Captains' Class Destroyers
40 Type 36 'Firefly Class' Frigates
86 FA-18s
43 F-35s
43 B-103 Buccaneers

Total: 112 vessels (transports, logisitcs not included)


Abrahamic League Force:

5 Armored Divisions
14 Infantry divisions

Approx. 600,000 men

(OOC: http://dsc.discovery.com/tv/future-weapons/weapons/zone2/missiles/missiles.html
That is what I am using in this little scene, click “Surveillance” to see videos (specifically the one titles PAC-3 Process overview)
Yes, I do happen to like weapons from that show
...What did you really think I would allow EVERY missile to hit? My nation is not that incompetent xD
Oh I'm assuming the first twelve were fired from the north-east and the second twelve from the south-west)

The missiles sped towards their destinations. Somewhere in the Majovul desert the sky was being scanned for incoming missiles, and some were picked up, about five. Their own missiles were launched, the targets locked. A few seconds later the missiles were destroyed.

But that is not to say that all missiles were destroyed, only those five as they were passing over the Majovul desert. Those that were not in range included four which made successful hits against Acting-Capital Espias. Another three struck CA Aquaria.

Of the other twelve missiles four stuck C.Utand and another four struck C.Eris eaving the last four to strike the military base in the Utand Desert.

When missile strikes were used in the rebellion against the cities, the country found itself plunged into chaos and anarchy, this was not the case in this instance. No this time the, if anything the missiles served to further the feelings of hostility and hatred that were already sweeping the nation and united the people against a common enemy. In the rebellion it was everyone against each-other, but now. Now everyone could see who they had to fight and it had been proven time and time again, first in C.Ibea and now in the four largest cities. There was one thought in peoples mind and that was “They will pay for this”

It was not just the people taking on an anti-foreigner stance, it was the government too.

***

The CA Aquaria international Airport was the largest airport in Fictions, today it was packed with people trying to leave the soon-to-be war torn country. Oddly though the people leaving were not from Fictions, but rather, from pretty much everywhere else. From one of the speakers a blip came and then some words in the local language after a pause came the translation.
“Your attention please, by official order, this airport is now under military control, all flights in and out of the country have been cancelled-”
At this the announcement was drowned out by the angry talk that ensued. All flights are cancelled? This was unacceptable, they could not hold people inside against their wish! The talk eventually died down enough for more of the announcement to be heard
“-are not to leave the airport. Inspectors will be coming around checking people's passports, and, in the interest of national security and the prevention of terrorism, anyone from a non-IFA nation or any nation on the side of the “allies” in the current war will be detained in custody as a possible terror suspects. Thankyou for your co-operation”
The announcement was barley over when armed and official looking men and women came around, checking people's passports, some, the lucky ones who happened to com from the right nations were allowed to leave and were not bothered any more, but rather told that special arrangements for them to leave the country would be made. Those not so lucky were told to wait in the main lobby. hours passed and soon everyone's passports had been checked. Some occasionally tried to escape but they were gunned down without being given any warning and the escape attempts soon stopped.

The main lobby was crowded with people, lining the walls and blocking doors were Fictions soldiers, all armed, all making sure that no-one tried to escape. In the crowd people were talking amongst themselves, worried, angry, appalled. Mothers tried to calm down small children and people kept casting glances at the soldiers who simply stood there weapons at the ready, their faces unreadable.

“QUIET” The order came suddenly and unexpected, everyone turned to look at the person who had spoken, a soldier in officers uniform holding a megaphone.
“Good. Now you listen, in about an hour or so you will be transported to a prison that has been set up for this.”
As one the people in the crowd spoke out angrily but were silenced by the clicks that came as all the soldiers that lining the walls, as one, aimed their weapons straight into the crowd. The officer spoke again.
“The alternative of course is we execute all of you here and now. You will all be able to return once this war is over. This is all in the interest of national security and the prevention of terrorism and-”
“The only terrorists here are you!” the voice came from somewhere in the crowd, the room fell silent. Seconds passed without a sound, then the officer spoke
“If no-one owns up to saying that then everyone in this room will be shot” A brief pause then a man in his twenties raised his hand. two of the soldiers walked through the crowd, grabbed an arm of the man each and dragged him to the front.
“You think it's funny making comments like that? You think it makes you look smart or brave?”
The man said nothing but gave the officer a defiant glare
“This is what we think of your little comment” The officer drew a desert a desert eagle and pointed it straight at the man's head. The crowd seemed to hold its breath. The officer pulled the trigger. The gunshot reverberated around the room and the man slumped to the ground. Somewhere in the crowd someone was sobbing, the rest looked on horrified and the officer spoke again
“That is what happens if you defy us. Anyone else feel they have something to add... no? Good”

( Fictions can I talk to you on MSN about the ralkovians in your country)

(OOC: Sure, i'm online now)

The Fire Corps began movement to City Majovul, it would take them approximately three days to reach the city, once there they would begin digging in.

The remainder of the Civilian Corps began to dig trench systems all around the perimeter of City Espias, along with moving their Sprut Anti-Tank weapons into specialized pits angle about 67 degrees with over-lapping fire, this would allow for the guns to easily fire into the sides of the enemy armor instead of the nearly always thicker frontal plating. Claymores were being placed around sporadically and dedicated pits were also made for the T-90s that were 67 degrees again, but in the opposite direction of the Spurt B AT cannons, adding to the overlapping effect. Javelins were positioned in the top of the buildings or else they were having special positions laid out for their use on the trench line.

The BTR-90 carriers were given designated positions on each of the front lines. Armhurst threw Dansforth Corps were positioned around the city, Ever and General Corps were to be moved to the trench lines also, but the remainder of the Corps would remain in reserve. The AT-4 crewmen were sprinkled randomly around line, not given any pits other such positions, but they would enjoy having mobile ability.

The riflemen of the Civilian Corps on the trench line took on the duty of marking out the distances up to four hundred meters, a peg for every fifty meters. The soldiers each had semi-automatic weapons and they were moderately good at shooting.

(OOC: Just a little thing, Since City Majovul is heavily involved in my other thread, in this one it is kinda seen as a -temporary- breakaway province, and therefore should be used sparingly if at all... until it is ready to get it's act together which should be soon, this is a precaution against weird reality warps)

OOC:Bump for my post.

(OOC: Can I assume you made it past shore defence and are on the beach?
I'm not mentioning damages, you tell me how effective this was)

The arrival of The Northern Baltic's fleet into Fictions had not gone unnoticed and it was only a matter of time before they would strike back. This time was now, and Fictions was striking back, The aim on the attack was not to eliminate the fleet but rather to slow them down, they were not expecting victory in this battle, it would be nice but unrealistic. No, it was a small scale suicide mission that would serve to buy the rest of the army more time and hopefully cause some damage.
High in the air three F-14 Tomcat's made wide circles around the area making sure to stay high to remain out of range of anti aircraft. after a few seconds of this one dipped down just a bit and fired once and twice at the enemy. Knowing he was now in reach on antiaircraft weapons the pilot nose-dived straight downwards, if he was struck down by anti-aircraft he would land in their midst, which is what he was intending in any-case. This process was repeated by the other two Tomcats. except the last one, instead of firing the usual missiles, it fired bombs filled with deadly sarin gas.

While the air-strike was going on about 150 or so soldiers were preparing to give their lives in what was a mission what was, from the start, with the intention of their death. What was hoped to be achieved by this was unsure. There seemed to be an agreement that it was to buy time for the rest, but maybe it was so that the enemy would start underestimate them early on either way they would attack. Each soldier had on them enough C4 that, when detonated, would be enough to take out at least a platform on the London underground. The first 50 put on gas masks and after throwing some flash-bag grenades and smoke grandees ran forward into the enemy lines firing at anyone in their path. Ir is unknown how many made it but hose who managed to get close to the enemy detonated their explosives. another group of 50 did the same but from another direction as did the last

(OOC: It may seem a bit godmoddy but I'm only saying the basics, you tell me how effective it was, and besides this si the only way I can think of to reply to this)

EDIT: with regards to the sarin gas, I know it's a WMD, I don't mind chemical; it's only nuclear I have issues with.)

Ana sat in the car staring gloomily out of the window, watching the rain fall heavily onto the window, this was probably the last time she would see the country which she had come to think of as a second home. Why did she have to go back to Fictions? She liked it here, she had proper friends for the first time. Now this stupid war broke out and her dad wanted her back in the country...like it wasn't safe at the school! Besides from what she heard her home had been blown up anyway, like half the country... Why on earth would it be safer there!? She sighed and put on her MP3 listening to the music as she watched the scenes outside flick past through the tinted windows. She reflected that is is what her life would go back to... Goodbye freedom How I shall miss thee. Yup. Goodbye freedom and back to the overprotective watch of her father, hell she probably had less freedom than the average citizen and that was saying something! She hummed along to the song trying to take her mind off the fact she was going to enter a war-zone in a few hours.
half an hour later the car turned into the airport and made its way to the hangar in which the jet to take Ana home was waiting, her luggage had been taken care of before hand.
The driver stepped out of the front and walked around to open the door of the car...

(OOC: Take it away Whiskeasy...literally)

EDIT: so people know, Ana is Drabek's daughter and a damn important person... Whiskeasy is going to kidnap her xD

Gerald watched the car turn in, he was dressed in a grubby "VIZ-Air" flight overall and was standing next to a pump. He had a silenced Browning Compact in his waist band and he said softly "Target dismounting, two armed guards, one driver. Out."

He bent down and fiddled with the pump. He had six men scattered around one outside with him, two pilots and three men lying in ambush in the aircraft. When the men boarded they would be shot in the head. If they thought they were going to escape Gerald had to kill them. He had two mission objectives, capture the girl. Then give her to a group of Whiskeasian nationals in The Armed Republic of Salzland, wherever the hell that was. The girl jumped out of the car shooting an icy glare at the driver before slamming it shut, she sauntered across the tarmac bopping her head away to whatever boy band was rocking her world, the two burly and obviously armed guards marched in front and behind her. As they made their way to the plane he made his way away from it. Cutting of their retreat. A the fist man got in he walked in and made for the cockpit, the other entered and was shot in the head by a smiling steward. A man walked out of the cockpit an as the guard went for his gun clocked him two rounds in the forehead. The skull exploding in an haze of red mist and the grayer brain matter. The girl getting a fine misting started to scream until the steward marched forward with a syringe stabbing her in the neck and injecting the liquid Ketamine straight into her bloodstream very quickly she went to sleep.

The plane taxied to the runway rolling on the crisp tarmac and took of. However they soon changed course not for Fictions but for Salzland. Midway across the ocean a single gory parcel fell out. Within it contained the bodies of six men and one woman. They were bare and had had their finger tips sanded of. It wouldn't be long until Ana Drabek was on the television of every person, in the world.

Off Fictions
As the three enemy fighters came towards the UWR fleet, a patrol of three Mig-1.44s intercepted them. Firing off two Vympel R-73s each, the planes each chose a separate enemy plane. If that plane survived the two missiles, they would use canon fire to down the planes.

On Fictions
As the suicide troops charged forward, they were met by the advance of the Pt-76 tanks. Some were cut down by machine gun fire, others blown to pieces by the Pt-76's main gun and yet others were simply run over, however the suicide troops did take down 15 tanks and also damaged 12 more (2 were damaged beyond repair). The other tanks continued advancing and the troops, safe inside their BMP-3s, which protected them from any Chemical attack. As the BMP-3s moved past the beach, the heavier equipment began moving to the shoreline.

The 13th. Its name the very epitome of bad luck. For someone to come across the 13th legion was VERY bad luck.

Sgt. Halter smiled, the grin invisible from the black helmet he wore over it.
"MORTARS....FIRE," the death guard growled as the 10 mortars began to open fire on the baltic troops with a white phosphorous charge that would melt the tanks and the men.

The Death Guard had been in fictions protecting it against rebels and when they were asked by the dictator of fictions to help they gladly accepted the mission. Now the 10,000 death guard legion, Beezlebubs's company especially would have fun as they began to bombard the beach with the deadly hot white smoke.

Getting into Salzland was a walk ,or flight, in the park. They jet arrived at the small private airfield in the cuds of Salzland completely nsuspious, the customs officer was not there, nor were local authorities, just a singal aor traffic controller who was being paid to guide them in and then go home. He did just that.

The men carried the tied, bagged and gagged ,unconscious girl to the waiting white Ford Transit. They drove for three hours before coming to a small country house in the heart of Salzland. The house was owned by a corporation called Com-Stat, an international Whiskeasian based mobile phone distributer. The house was small and sat in the middle of three hundred acres of private land. The house was normally a lodge for groups of sales executives doing team building exercises. Now it was somewhat more sinister. Three men sat at the table in the kitchen. Three men with balaclavas and old AK-47s. Three men with Whiskeasian nationalities and criminal records. Three men who made up a cell of the para-military group the Whiskeasian Attack Front.

The Whiskeasian Attack Front is a paramilitary group who wish to see the expansion of Whiskeasian territory. They stirred up some trouble, threw some petrol bombs but they were run by the Whiskeasian government. They did things to make it look like the government had control. This would be their most high profile and last attack, ever.

Gerald walked in, flight suit replaced by a pair of jeans and a dark t-shirt. He motioned to the men behind him to put the girl on the floor. He turned to the balaclava clad men and said. "She's all yours. No rape, no cutting, unless you need to. That's for cutting not rape. I bet you sickos would love to get a young girl like that. Don't, or you all face a terrible death. The head shed wants a video on the web by eleven tonight. So get to work. The ketamine should be wearing off, you will need to put her on something like roofies. Look after her, or I have to come back and kill you all."
With that him and his men left leaving the still drugged girl with three convicted criminals.

Vance lit his cigarette, inhaling deeply and feeling the warm smoke drift down his throat. He was the cell leader, had been for several years. His team were brutal, ruthless and completely psychotic. They were normally used for the extermination of members who went public. Or were going to. The cell was feared by the whole Attack Front, and for good reason. He said through the hole in his balaclava. "Gaz, go put her on the chair in the lock up downstairs. And Fred, don't touch her. Warm up the modem and the camera. We have a video to stream." The men grunted and went off to do their masters bidding.

www.anadrabekcaptured.net

The room is dark and the only thing recognizable is the motionless body of Ana Drabek. Unhooded but gagged. A man walks on from the left hand side. With a cheap russian pistol and a sheet of paper.
He turns to the camera and says "General Drabek, we have your daughter. You shall surrender your nation and military forces to the Whiskeasian Prime Minister. If you do not, she will be hurt. For everyday you do not give your unconditional surrender, I will cut. I will start by cutting off her fingers and then her nose and her eyes.If by the end of this week you have not surrendered. I will shoot her, dead. If and when you surrender I will leave your daughter somewhere she shall be found. For we are the Whiskeasian Attack Front, and we will see Whiskeasy as an empire again."

OOC: I'm now neutral in this conflict, but this still requires a new ORBAT. Also, Fictions & Whiskeasy, you both have TG's

New ORBAT:

Army:
82nd Medical Battalion
750 Medical Personnel
200 Field Mechanics & Builders
150 Fighting Men (Guards)
25 UH-1 Huey Helicopters
50 M997 Ambulances

31st Medical Battalion
750 Medical Personnel
200 Field Mechanics & Builders
150 Fighting Men (Guards)
25 UH-1 Huey Helicopters
50 M997 Ambulances

Navy:
3 Mercy Class Hospital Ships
4 Type 45 Destroyers

My purpose in this war is to provide medical care to the untold number of civilians who will be injured in this conflict. Any foreign soldier may seek medical attention at our aid stations, but must surrender all of his/her weapons before entry will be granted. Any persons firing at an aid station, medical personel or hospital ship will be considered an enemy of the state - and that means anyone. Guards at each aid station are ordered to detain - or permanently remove - any soldiers causing trouble in the aid stations.

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After a few hours preparation, the three hospital ships and their escorts, four Destroyers, were underway towards the nation of Fictions. Their mission was simple: protect the people caught in the middle of this terrible conflict. Satelite imagery showed that Forces of the Northern Baltic had already landed, and sensors were picking up traces of Sarin Gas. Still they sailed on...

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Meanwhile...

From a great cavern in the Northern Mountains, a modified light aircraft took off. It flew with its windows blacked out towards the airfield.

Royal Whiskeasian Navy, 3rd Fleet,

The Fleet had arrived at Fictions, their comrades in this most glorious battle had already started. Confirmed reports of Sarin Gas was bad. It gave the Whiskeasian nation a just cause to fire nuclear and chemical weapons. The Fleet had orders to remain just out of enemy fighter range and wait for their Sumguian allies to initiate their assault. Rumour had it that a submarine had been deployed. With a nuclear arsenal. The troops were ready all they needed to do was launch the invasion.

Coast Of Fictions, Ustian Royal Navy 1st Medical Fleet

The ships arrived off the coast of Fictions. It was still too dangerous on the beaches to begin deploying men to set up the aid stations. However, white UH-1's bearing the cross of Saint John took off and performed overflights, looking for injured people. The crew all wore white protective clothing, also bearing the cross, to protect them from the harmful effects of the Sarin Gas.

OOC: Whisk, TG.

www.anadrabekcaptured.net

Sheryl watched the video, a feeling of dread washing over her...She did not want to be the person to deliver the news of the kidnapping. The web-site had already been blocked so now the only way to access it in the country would be via the work computer of a high up government official. That would at least prevent the general public from knowing. She spent a few minuets trying to figure out the best way to break the news. Finally she stood up and after some hesitation walked to his office and knocked on the door before entering.
“Yes, What is it?”
“S-sir...I..”
“Say what you got to say or get out”
She took a breath and tried again, he didn't seem in a good mood, this would not go well
“Well...It's Ana”
He looked up eyes narrowed
“What about her? What happened” He stood up suddenly “GODSDAMMIT TELL ME!”
Sheryl flinched and motioned towards the computer
“She..Well...I have to show you...”


The room is dark and the only thing recognizable is the motionless body of Ana Drabek. Unhooded but gagged. A man walks on from the left hand side. With a cheap russian pistol and a sheet of paper.
He turns to the camera and says "General Drabek, we have your daughter. You shall surrender your nation and military forces to the Whiskeasian Prime Minister. If you do not, she will be hurt. For everyday you do not give your unconditional surrender, I will cut. I will start by cutting off her fingers and then her nose and her eyes.If by the end of this week you have not surrendered. I will shoot her, dead. If and when you surrender I will leave your daughter somewhere she shall be found. For we are the Whiskeasian Attack Front, and we will see Whiskeasy as an empire again."

The video finished and there was silence for several moments, Sheryl braced her self for the shouting but after a few more minutes it became clear it was not coming. Drabek's eyes were fixed to the screen, his face expressionless, Sheryl Bit her lip nervously then spoke
“Sir?”
“When...when did you...find out...about this?”
When he spoke his voice was barley audible Sheryl was taken aback by his tone, it was one she never heard in him before.
“Just now sir”
For a few moment more he said nothing, but he touched the thin gold chain he wore around his neck, on the end was a plain oval locket with two pictures, one of his wife who died ten years ago because of illness, the other of his daughter, Ana.
“Sir...Forgive me sir...But you cannot give into this blackmail”
“Do you have a child?”
“No but-”
“Then be quiet”
“Bit Sir! You can't seriously be considering-”
“I said BE QUIET”
She fell silent at these words, shocked and appalled. To even consider giving up the country for a personal reason? He always said that personal was not the same as important and never to mix them up. And now he was doing exactly what he said never to do.
“Sheryl... I want to be left alone...”
“Yessir” She walked out of the room and down the hall, once out of earshot she swore loudly, drawing curious, slightly concerned glances from people who were just going about their daily business.
Back in his office Drabek began to write out a message although he expected nothing but lies and denial in the reply, should they bother to reply at all.

To Prime Minister Jack Daniels or whoever reads these things,
When I thought your nation could not get any worse, you do something like this. I'm sure you know to what I am referring to but if you are not you may want to see the attached web-site.
Let it be known that for every injury inflicted upon her, ten Whiskeasians will die in slow and creative ways and should she be killed I will order such acts that your citizens shall not think the name of Fictions without experiencing the most dreadful nightmares. Do not tell me your government had nothing to do with this as I know it is lies. If you do not return her safe within the next 24 hours I swear the attacks against your people will start.
Consider this your first and only warning,
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The light aircraft landed at the airfield. It taxied down to the end of the runway, turned around and taxied to outside the building Ana was being held in. It sat there, engines idling, doing nothing, as if waiting for someone...

As the drug wore off Ana slowly regained consciousness, for a while she just sat there numb, unable to string any thoughts together but slowly her vision cleared and the memories returned to her. She realised she was tied to a chair in a dark room. She started to struggle against her bonds, trying to scream but the gag muffled the sound of her voice and her efforts to pull herself free came to nothing, after what felt to he like hours but what was probably only minutes she slumped in the chair, exhausted and started to cry. She was afraid, afraid of what the people who took her would do to her. What did they want her for? What would they do? Thoughts of what might happen raced in her head, each one more terrible than the last. She tried to pull her self free again but the bonds would not break and they were beginning to cut into her wrists. She tried to call out for help but could not....

Coast of Fictions
As the Mortars began opening the fire, the tanks moved closer and closer to them. Facing only slight resistance so far (in the form of suicide bombers), the tanks rumbled along and quickly caught sight of the Death Guard movements. Arranging themselves in squads of three, the tanks began opening fire with all guns at the concentration of enemy troops. Since the tanks were disposable, they threw themselves at the Death Guard lines. Hull-mounted machine guns, anti-air gun, and main gun blazing, the tanks quickly picked up speed to ram, shoot, and kill every single damn Death Guard. Meanwhile, at the beach, one BMP-3 had suffered a direct hit. This news, once transferred to the rest of the Marines and, most especially, the drone tank operators abroad the ships, filled them with fury. The Death Guard, no matter how good they were, would not survive. The Northern Baltic would assure that.

(OOC: Seeing as it is officially 2009 in Britain, I think I will do a little new year post... couldn't resist)

New year, the time came and went with Nothing see, Nothing to hear.
It was sad really, if things were as they should be in Fictions, New Year's celebrations would go on well into the night, if it was peacetime, if the country had not been ravaged by civil and now global war. If it was peacetime millions of people would have com from all over the country to see the great new years firework display in the Majovul desert, where the lights of the cities would not hinder the view of the magnificent annual display, if it was peacetime there would have been parties in the streets of each city and celebration as, for one night, all would join in the festivities, had it been peacetime. But it was not, this year the decent into 2009 was marked not with joy but with loss, not with happiness but with fear. There were no celebrations, there were no parties, there was none of the joyful carelessness that would have been there had it been peacetime.
But even in the darkest hour things have a way of turning around, the Central Square, CA Aquaria, there were people around despite the late hour, there always were people awake in such large cities. From the square the old clock-tower cold be seen, slowly ticking it's way to new year. And on this day when all were fearful for what the future would hold, all it took was for one determined voice to rise above the rest.
“Ten...Nine...Eight” People stopped and stared, why was he doing this?
“Seven...Six...Five...” Did he not know it was hopeless, some called out but he kept going
“Four...Three” On three more people started to join in
“TWO...ONE!” By then they were all joining in and in that brief moment everything felt like it would be all right, Like things would make a turn for the better. In Central Square, CA Aquaria people had found hope and were making their own celebrations. Someone-one had produced a box of small fireworks from somewhere and they set them off, people were signing despite the chaos that had happened and in that one moment, for those people present who had let go and allowed in hope everything was a happier place, if only for a little while.

(The time is 12:39 on 1/1/09, this is Fictions, and I say: HAPPY NEW YEAR!)

Outside of CA Aquaria
200 An-2 drones painted into Northern Baltic civilian colors flew a mere 50 feet above the water. As they approached Aquaria, they headed into a climb, putting them slightly below cloud cover. Spreading out into a long line one place in width and separated by 100 feet, they were ready. Then, at exactly 12:10, they simultaneously open their rear cargo ramps and gave the people of Aquaria a new years they would not forget. Confetti and New Years cards began dropping of the planes. The New Years cards simple read:
"Happy New Years!
From the People of the Northern Baltic
The planes then headed back and returned home.

OOC: Here's a map for anyone who's involving themselves with the hostage situation in my country (which my government has no in-character knowledge of). Be advised (if you're planning a rescue) to not launch a rescue via naval platforms, because any warships approaching 500 miles of my coastline will (at the very least) be detected and have vessels from my Navy tasked to shadow them. Your best bet would be to send in teams via commercial airline, then have weapons acquired in-country (we're very permissive in terms of private ownership of firearms) and fly them out from private aircraft.

http://img225.imageshack.us/img225/3507/salzmapfw0.jpg

Edit: I know, it's crappy, I did it in Paint when I had a few minutes of free time. Then I uploaded it in the wrong format so it got all blurry. My bad.

Office of the Grand Marshal - United Republic of Anagonia

Grand Marshal Robert Yale paced before the war rooms strategic table, comprised of a large touch/flat screen display. On the screen was a map of Fictions and the current satellite intelligence of the area. The previous cruise missile strikes were displayed, the attack a success in the opinions of Command. It was the first known strike of the Global War, one which Anagonia's Military Commanders was quite proud of. In all manners of speaking, it was truly a retaliation to the massacre of Anagonian civilians. Now more was to come, including a massive invasion to compliment the ones already being undertaken.

Robert had been in constant contact with Chief Admiral Buran Johnson, whom now stood across from Robert on the other side of the strategic table. Both were analyzing possible invasion probabilities that would succeed more than a blunt naval force. One idea was to send in SEAL team's from the submarines already stationed in the region. That idea was eventually shot down as both Commanders concluded the time needed to gather the resources would be too long and the war for fictions would already be over.

Lightning struck the minds of the two Commanders when Robert retold the story of how the United States launched a massive paratrooper invasion in Europe long ago. Robert concluded that this route would be the most probable for success, and therefore the two Commanders agreed on a city that would gain them unrepresented access to Fictions as a whole. Air bases across the globe already had stationed seasoned Paratroopers and plenty of transport aircraft. The only problem was getting them there safely, and in what order.

"Perhaps the submarines provide support for the aircraft?"

Robert shook his head at Buran's suggestion, "No. We need viable support, nor theorized."

Buran rose an eyebrow, his russian-like features going stern for a moment. "Okay," he said slowly in a heavily influenced russian english accent, "Perhaps we launch a first wave comprised of B-1 Lancer bomber's, seeing as we already did the cruise missiles. Afterward, the transport aircraft drop their loads."

Robert tilted his head. He grinned, "I like the way you think."

For several hours they went over the plans. Drawing resources from the nearest airbases around the globe, and contacting the Base Commanders to alert them of the invasion plans, they used the Strategic Table to number the ORBAT needed for a proper ground presence and bomber contingent. The journey would be long for most of the aircraft, therefore tankers would be stationed at half-way markers to refuel them for the trip. Most would head to other bases, while some would turn around and return back to their point of origin. Finally, after a eight hours of going back and forth and gathering support from the other members of the Joint Chief's, the Operation was officially named and military assets began deploying.

Anagonian Command Structure ORBAT
Crimson Dawn Campaign

Commander in Chief of Armed Forces in Campaign
Robert Yale
Grand Marshal of the United Republic Air Force
(Current Member of Joint Chief's of Staff)
Military Assets being Deployed
That of Air and Army

Intelligence of Theatre
Provided by Orbital Optics and various Satellites to all allies involved
Currently Active

ORBAT
To be initiated in Stages

Stage Crimson ORBAT
(Bomber)
x60 B-1B Lancer
To be launched in Squadrons of Three w/ twenty Squadrons in total

Stage Dawn ORBAT
(Utility/Transport)
-Non-Rotary-
40x C-141B Starlifter (Paratrooper)
-Starlifter's to include 155 fully equipped Army Paratroopers.
10x C-141B Starlifter (Supply)
-Starlifter's to drop necessary supplies and non-mechanical equipment
16x C-130 Hercules (Paratrooper)
-Hercules to include 64 fully equipped Army Paratroopers.
4x C-130 Hercules (Supply Transport)
-Hercules to include two M443-07 Military Transport's (http://hawk.proboards1.com/index.cgi?board=Military&action=display&thread=29&page=1#55). First being component bed for M242 25mm "Bushmaster" Chain Gun mount, second being Troop Carrier for supplies.

(Paratrooper Infantry)
C-141B Starlifter Deployment
x6,200 Paratrooper Army Infantry
C-130 Hercules Deployment
x1,024 Paratrooper Army Infantry

The confetti and cards swirled down into the streets, curiously people left their houses, leaned out of windows and ran out into the streets. Some looking at the cards, other into the air trying to see where they had come from, children ran out not the streets and started to play with the confetti that fell like snow onto the streets. It was not the usual new year, but for those who were there, it was one that they would not forget. For the city that had lost so much, this small gesture of kindness was taken with hope and, if only for now, all hostile thoughts were forgotten.

***

Not for everyone though, for some people the hatred towards the foreign aggressors was burning stronger than ever. The location; Port Independence, Anagonia at the Independence International Airport. Things were calm in the airport, there was no reason to think that today would be any different than any other day. This was not true, amongst all the passengers of flight 19, the one from Port Independence to Union City, were twelve people who's motives were dark and sinister. Mendel Bailey was one of those people.
He sat in his isle seat and tapped his fingers nervously against the side of the chair, much to the irritation of the woman sitting beside him.
“will you stop that” she hissed, he shot her an icy glare but did not say a word, he had no time for her. if all went well, she would be dead. A few minutes past, more people boarded the plane, Bailey occasionally saw one of his fellows but he said not a word to them, they were to act as strangers until the time came. When everyone was on board and all the preparations were sorted out the plane started to move, as it did so, a smiling air-hostess went through the safety procedures. Bailey sighed and glanced at his watch, it would be some time before he would act but he as growing impatient. The plane took to the air and he found himself going tense. He picked the in-flight magazine and tried to read, but finding himself unable to concentrate, his mind racing with the task ahead. After what felt like an eternity his phone, which he had only pretended to turn off vibrated in his pocket, that was the signal, he reached up and pressed the button to call the air hostess, behind him his fellow hijackers prepared.
“How can I help you sir?”
“By being quiet and doing exactly as I say” He stood up suddenly taking from the lining of the inside of his shirt a nylon fishing line and wrapped it around her neck, stepping behind her and using her as a human shield
“NO PERSON MOVES OR THE LADY GETS IT” He started to back towards the cockpit, the woman struggling and gasping for breath. The other eleven stood up, they had on them bottles of liquid explosives and knives made of strong, sharp, non-metals.
Bailey called out again as he backed further down
“WE HAVE ENOUGH EXPLOSIVES TO BLAST OUT OF THE SKY. YOU TRY MOVE AGAINST US YOU ALL DIE”
He reached the cockpit, it was locked, now he spoke in a hushed tone to the air-hostess
“You open that door”
“ i.. I can't” She was sobbing, Bailey tightened the wire and she choked and gasped, loosening it again he repeated his request
“You open that door”

In the main body of the plane the other hijackers had positioned themselves at various points in the aeroplane, a few people had tried to be brave but they had failed and now lay dead in the middle of the isle for all to see as the other passengers sobbed and tried to reassure each-other that everything would be okay.

The cockpit had been opened and both pilots killed, along with the unneeded air-hostess, Joining Bailey in the cockpit was Another, who would be co-pilot for their new destination. They were already flying over the city and Bailey swerved the plane around, redirecting it's cource to their final destination, The governors mansion. The building grew closer and closer, Baileys hands were slick with sweat and his nerves were mounting. One minute to impact. The co-pilot picked up the speaker used to address the passengers and yelled into it
“FOR FICTIONS! FOR VICTORY!”
The pane smashed into the building...

(OOC: State sponsored terrorism FTW!)

EDIT: THis was done via MSN agreement

Union City, Anagonia

The skies were clear. A perfect night with the moon shining brightly down on the lively city of Union. Cars of every sort were driving to and fro. Buses transported civilians to their destinations. Aircraft flew high above. No one in their wildest dreams ever considered Union a prime target for anything. The Chief Governor's Manson was situation at the center, looking awfully familiar in construction to the White House. Across from it was the Grand Senate, a large oval structure with four extending rectangular area's of roman-style architecture. Beside the Manson was the Grand Library of the Republic, housing every ounce of knowledge of Anagonia before and after it's official founding two-thousand and eight years ago. Surrounding the main government buildings were various establishments, sky scrapers, and houses.

Military aircraft occasionally flew by with combat escorts, as it was a time of war. Due to constitutional requirements, civilian airliners were permitted free roam above ten thousand feet over the Capitol building. The only thing off tonight was the deafening roar of an aircraft as it reached below the permitted altitude. At first, no one really considered it. Then the cities alarms blared to an impending danger. Sounding like weather sirens, they roared as beams from search lights attempted to identify the source. They managed a good glimpse at the nose section of the airliner, pictures being taken on the ground as civilians and military personnel looked in disbelief.

Suddenly, the roar stopped, just for a brief moment. Then a large explosion. The city rocked, the ground shook, and suddenly a massive fireball consumed the Chief Governor's Manson. The Grand Senate was half-way consumed, the Grand Library thankfully spared. Buildings to the back-side instantly vaporized as side explosions went off. The beautiful landscape that invoked nature set ablaze in an instant. The sirens continued, search lights everywhere, and seconds later after impact the sounds of fighter aircraft roared by.

Office of the Chief Governor - Chief Governor's Manson - Union City, Anagonia

Johnny Standford's office was in the fore of the Manson looking out to the city. Night had fallen and he was at his office late. Almost everyone else of importance had left for the Military Command Building a few miles east. Either that, or they went home to family for the upcoming New Year's celebration. He sighed heavily, taking a drink of some water as he looked over some papers. The sound of soft classical music played nearby, Johnny trying to stay awake to finish his duties as National Leader.

Slowly but surely the sound of an airliner overcame his music. It wasn't unusual at first, as it happened often. Then it became a drastic roar. Johnny, confused at this point and quite baffled, stood and walked to the back clear-view windows that allowed him to view the city. Looking up, he saw nothing. He was about to leave, just in case, when he heard the Sirens. Search lights then came to life, and a dire fear struck him. He saw the aircraft then, clear as day in those few brief seconds before impact. He knew he wouldn't make it out.

His life flashed before his eyes, the aircraft coming in slow motion towards him in a targeted trajectory. Family, friends, events, even people he never knew came before his vision in his brief glimpse at his memories. It all stopped when time did for Johnny, him able to stand there with the nose of the large airliner just inches from the glass. He could swear he could make out the pilots if he looked up enough. The last thing traveling through his mind was his wish that he could have done better, perhaps more for the nation he so loved.

Then nothing. The airliner impacted directly into his Office. The entire building exploded into flames. Chief Governor Johnny Standford was instantly vaporized, killed in an act of terrorism. Twenty other employees were also killed, all devoted to the Peoples Will as they too labored hard from their families for a better future. The only good thing was that when the blast hit the Senate no one was there to feel the fury of the blaze.

S
To Prime Minister Jack Daniels or whoever reads these things,
When I thought your nation could not get any worse, you do something like this. I'm sure you know to what I am referring to but if you are not you may want to see the attached web-site.
Let it be known that for every injury inflicted upon her, ten Whiskeasians will die in slow and creative ways and should she be killed I will order such acts that your citizens shall not think the name of Fictions without experiencing the most dreadful nightmares. Do not tell me your government had nothing to do with this as I know it is lies. If you do not return her safe within the next 24 hours I swear the attacks against your people will start.
Consider this your first and only warning,
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Diplomatic Communique
ToMr Drabek, Fictions.
FromSecretary for Foreign Affairs Edward Scissenfeld
Dear Mr Drabek,
We are aware of the current situation involving your daughter. And we can assure you we have absolutely no control over it. She was taken by private contractors from the International Airport in VIZion. She was then transported to another unknown location by plane. We have intelligence operatives working on it right now. We know as little about this as I'm sure you knew about the dreadful terrorist attack on Union City, Anagonia. As to you threatening our civilians there are not many left within your country. We count six. This would be because you invented a story that we had operatives within your country, you then told several large fascist nations who then blockaded our fine country. Citizens were ordered to leave after that. The more you put of the inevitable, the more your daughter will be hurt. There was no way you could have won from the beginning, you were outnumbered and outgunned, most of the troops stationed within your country are bankers. If you surrender your country will be completely rebuilt and restructured. And elections shall be held, which you may run for if you wish.
Awaiting your reply,
Edward Scissenfeld

A small team of men approached the door to the building where Ana was being held. They all wore strange full body suits, and helmets and masks that obscured their faces completely. The door was locked, but a bobby pin, screwdriver and a few seconds fidling soon remedied that problem. Once it was open, they quickly checked the lower rooms. Empty, so they started up the stairs.

About half way up, they could hear voices drifting into the hall from a room up ahead. They quickly stacked up, and one of them pushed a fibre-optic camera under the door. They clocked the three terrorists, and their captive. He then whipped the camera out from under the door. Cocking their weapons, they prepared to burst in through the door...

The news channel had once again been allowed to air for about a week now. The reports were grim, tales of attacks across the world due to the war. but nothing negative was ever reported about Fictions or the Fascist side of the war. On the televisions of anyone watching the usual introduction music marked the beginning of FNNN's broadcast. Sitting in-front of the camera was Rob Lloyd, chief reporter.
“Hello and welcome to F-Triple-N, I'm Rob Lloyd bringing you the latest news on the war. Our headline for today. Union City, Anago-----” The screen went black and a high pitch whistling was all that could be heard. The transition had been cut, and it was clear the terrorist attacks on the Chief Governors office were now a taboo subject.

***

In the studio Lloyd was Giving his report, the barley managed to get the sentence mentioning the Union city out before a voice in his earpiece told him to stop talking, he tried to continue anyway but the transmission was cut. Now, stood in front of him was the stern faceed A.M.AP.P.M.I. officer.
“Listen, Rob, your reports are great but you cannot keep ignoring our instructions like that, we'd hate to have you disappeared”
Lloyd tapped fingers on the desk, bloody A.M.AP.P.M.I. Always getting in the way of a damn good report.
“Yea, I get it right, don't report anything that makes our side look like they may not be doing too good. Gotcha, I get that, but hell. This was Their side, and the chief governor died in the blast! Random acts of terrorism always make a good story. Besides it's not like...we....” He stopped, well, now that cleared that up at least. State sponsored terrorism. Like the Chinese refuse to talk about Tiananmen, Their government was refusing to talk about Union City.
“Our government ordered the attack”
The officer's face didn't change and neither did his tone
“The hijackers may have come from this country but the government of Fictions did not order any such thing, and making up such lies is an act of treason, especially in times of war”
Lloyd gave a nervous chuckle
“Right, got it. No involvement. Don't know what i was thinking”
“Good, now your going live in five.” The officer walked away and indicated to the crew to prepare for broadcast.

***

The screens that had for the past few minutes been blank popped back to life and continued as though nothing had happened. Lloyd faced the camera and began a new report, careful not to mention anything about Union City, or even Anagonia.
“Sorry about the inconvenience. Anyway. Following hard strikes against them, the people of City Majovul have turned against the rebels and are working on brining them back to justice....”
And so the reports continued. Terrorism in Anagonia, state sponsored or otherwise was avoided.

***

Diplomatic Communique
ToMr Drabek, Fictions.
FromSecretary for Foreign Affairs Edward Scissenfeld
Dear Mr Drabek,
We are aware of the current situation involving your daughter. And we can assure you we have absolutely no control over it. She was taken by private contractors from the International Airport in VIZion. She was then transported to another unknown location by plane. We have intelligence operatives working on it right now. We know as little about this as I'm sure you knew about the dreadful terrorist attack on Union City, Anagonia. As to you threatening our civilians there are not many left within your country. We count six. This would be because you invented a story that we had operatives within your country, you then told several large fascist nations who then blockaded our fine country. Citizens were ordered to leave after that. The more you put of the inevitable, the more your daughter will be hurt. There was no way you could have won from the beginning, you were outnumbered and outgunned, most of the troops stationed within your country are bankers. If you surrender your country will be completely rebuilt and restructured. And elections shall be held, which you may run for if you wish.
Awaiting your reply,
Edward Scissenfeld

Damn those Whiskeaians! Damn them!
“Sir?”
Drabek looked up, it was Sheryl
“What?”
“This whole issue, please sir, don't tell me your going to do what they say”
“Sheryl, what else can I do? I can't just sit around waiting for a miracle, THEY HAVE MY DAUGHTER DAMMIT!” He put is head in his hands, he could feel another stress headache starting “They have my daughter and it's my fault”
This shocked Sheryl, in all the years she had worked for him she had never heard him blame himself for anything, things were always down to other people's incompetence.
“Give it more time sir, just a bit more time...”

To Edward Scissenfeld,
You talk about having agents working on this, then go on to talk about 'putting off the inevitable' this leads me to think that you had more to do with this than you are admitting.
As for the terrorist attacks on Union City, that was done by private citizens. It was done without the government's knowledge or permission.
However. Just state your terms, I will listen but that is not an indication of accepting your terms, I have not surrendered nor given you permissions to anything.
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To Edward Scissenfeld,
You talk about having agents working on this, then go on to talk about 'putting off the inevitable' this leads me to think that you had more to do with this than you are admitting.
As for the terrorist attacks on Union City, that was done by private citizens. It was done without the government's knowledge or permission.
However. Just state your terms, I will listen but that is not an indication of accepting your terms, I have not surrendered nor given you permissions to anything.
http://i292.photobucket.com/albums/mm34/glostickx/Picture3-15-1.png

Diplomatic Communique
To Mr Drabek, Fictions
From Secretary for Foreign Affairs Edward Scissenfeld

Dear Mr Drabek,
We can only assure you that we had no knowledge of such an attack on your daughter. And while it pleases us to know that you say you know nothing of the terrorists we cannot quite believe that either.

Out terms are simple, ceasefire until the terms have been properly discussed and debated. That you stand down from power and that a temporary Whiskeasian junta takes control. This will be a maximum of two months when a joint Whiskeasian - Fictional civilian government shall take control. The rebuilding project shall begin. A new constitution shall be written for the Republic of Fictions and elections shall be held in two years. You will become a protected citizen. You shall be given government funding and accommodation. Security shall be provided if necessary. You can choose your accommodation and "retirement" destination. Fictions shall have Whiskeasian military forces on her soil until deemed stable. You shall be eligible to run in the elections if you so please.
Awaiting your reply,
Edward Scissenfeld



OOC: U.N reply coming soon...

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Flag of War - United Republic of Anagonia

Official Government Announcement
Concerning the recent terrorist attacks (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=14354508&postcount=49)

TO: All Nations Involved and Declared Neutral
FROM: The United Republic of Anagonia - Temporary Governing Assembly

Tonight is a sad night for our Nation.

Nearly an hour ago our nation was attacked by terrorist thugs. The Chief Governor's Manson (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=14354562&postcount=50) was completely obliterated by what we believe to be a hijacked Civilian Airliner. We know not yet who these attackers originated from, though our Intelligence believes that the possibility of a Fictionese Terrorist Cell is high. The only fact that we do know is that our Chief Governor, Johnny Standford, was instantly killed in the attack and therefore a terrible blow has been struck to our Republic.

The Citizens of Anagonia were previously introduced to something of the sort when Fiction Citizens Massacred Anagonian Innocents (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=14342863&postcount=14) in full view of the world. We retaliated with cruise missiles, sending fire and death to their civilians and their armies. We believed this would end this needless act of civilian casualties, yet apparently it did not. Going by preliminary intelligence, and accordingly linked to this massacre, I as acting Leader of the United Republic will publicly state to the world that we shall no longer tolerate this war in an organized fashion. As retribution for this act of terrorism, the Fictions Government and People shall find no remorse when our foot soldiers meet them on their own turf. We shall slaughter them, like they so wish to slaughter us.

This act of genocide shall continue to all nations of the Fascist Coalition. We now see the true side of these so-called "Governments". They are nothing more than cowardly dogs that desire nothing but death and destruction upon humanity. We see now that they desire no mercy, no true friendship, and have no honor within their souls to keep civilians from the battlefield. In this time of modern advances, civilian casualties should be the last thing to worry about. Yet now we have proof that these Fascist Regimes have no interests in advancing their way of life, to eventually cast aside the chains of warfare for peaceful diplomacy, to see the true path of Freedom and Democracy. They want nothing more than Death himself.

I say unto the world that we shall give Death and Destruction to these members of the Grand World Order's Coalition. They have openly shown us that indeed they care nothing about Conventions and Agreements to keep innocents from the battlefront. They do not care, nor do they intent to care. Therefore we shall gift them with blood and gore, show them their hearts as we rip them from their chests. We shall glorify our chosen deities with their passing, offer their dead as our ancestors of old once did. Until each and every last one of them has been killed, we shall not stop, we shall not show mercy, and we shall see them to hell.

This I promise as both a warning and guarantee. If you desire civilian's to die, we shall offer your People as the sacrifice. If you hope for destruction, we shall offer your cities and monuments to the God's of Destruction. If you feed upon death, we shall indeed offer your soul to Death Himself. No more shall we be patient and show mercy. No more shall we endanger our lives by allowing you to exist. Now is the Age of Democracy, founded upon the blood and souls of our fascist enemies. We shall ensure that your blood, your destruction, and your dreams feed's our desire for your ultimate destruction upon the face of this earth. Prepare for oblivion and welcome our offer of death as we forcefully shove it down your throat like the dogs you are.

Die slowly,
Caster Oblivion
Chief of Foreign Affairs and Activities
Acting Chief Governor of the United Republic of Anagonia

Crimson Dawn

The first wave was already in the air. Robert Yale was furious when he received the information that confirmed on both counts the death of the Chief Governor and that it was basically confirmed from internal affairs that Fictionese Terrorists initiated the attacks on the Capital. One-hundred and twenty six innocent passengers, combined with the Chief Governor and twenty of his staff, perished in that attack. This new campaign against Fictions had a firm resolution to its purpose now, Robert planning on bringing hell to the City of Eris. They would pay dearly, as would all of their People. None would be spared.

Taking orders now from the Chief of Foreign Affairs and Activities, whom took up the temporary mantle of Chief Governor for the duration of the Global Conflict, the end game for Fictions was to basically destroy and obliterate any resistance. Fictions would be turned into a wasteland by any means possible, her lands to be forever in the grip of the United Republic. Eventually Robert knew that Anagonia would reform the Fictions way of life, but all this needed a ground presence to begin.

Across the globe, the Military Bases nearest to Fictions were used to launch the First Stage of the Campaign. B-1B Lancer's loaded with various unguided and guided munitions set out, their crews wanting to make the first assault a deadly one. It would take nearly a day for the combined Air Armada of Bombers to reach Fictions. Refueling would take place at a half-way point with airborne tankers stationed in strategic positions in International Airspace.

The Second Stage of the Campaign was already underway as both the same Military Bases and a few reserve bases were used to launch the Armada of C-141B Starlifter's, followed by the C-130 Hercules squadrons as the follow up. Some of the same air tankers would be used for the C-130's, while tankers launched from other Air Bases would potentially refuel the C-141B's so they could make the journey to their final destinations.

In the oceans surrounding Fictions, the Los Angeles Class Submarines were again called to action. Avoiding potential enemy presence and detection, they position themselves in strategic locations just near the surface to launch a second wave of Tomahawk Cruise Missile attacks. No one expected all cruise Missiles to make their mark. The target this time was the City of Eris and any surrounding Military Establishment's and Presence. Satellites would pick and choose these locations. After preparations, the twelve submarines launched their Tomahawks, nearly depleting their supply. The last remaining missiles on board each submarine would be used when the ground forces called for hard air strikes on well-established enemy positions and targets.

Slowly, plumes of smoke arose for the sea, indicating the launch of the Tomahawks. A day to two day's journey to both the North and West, the Bombers began cruising at maximum altitude having taken to the air and established three-bomber squadrons. From both the West and to the South, the Transports rose into the air with Paratrooper's dedicated to kill everything that moved and breathed in Fictions.

Tomahawk Attack
x12 Tomahawk Cruise Missiles
(Targeting the City of Eris and any surrounding Military Presence)

OOC:

Like previous, Fictions can decide where the cruise missiles hit and how many make it. He knows more about his defenses than I do.

Official Communiqué

To Whom it may concern,
This declaration of genocide is completely unacceptable! War it may be but that is no excuse to to threaten to destroy the entire population of a nation.
We wish to make it plain that, while the terrorists in question may have come from Fictions, they were in no way acting with the knowledge or permission of the government, and to bring such judgement down upon a nation because of a few extremists is inconceivable.
As we have stated, the people in question acted on their own. The government of Fictions in no way supports, nor organises terrorists, quite the opposite, we are against terrorism and are in the process of conducting investigations of our own in this affair.
To doom a nation, calling all it's citizens terrorists because of a few individuals is despicable and an open declaration of something as terrible as genocide, the fact it is receiving support from other nations, to call it shocking is an understatement.
War has losses, we accept that, in war people die and there would be civilian losses, but is annihilation of a nation an appropriate and acceptable response? If it is, what the world has become is a terrible place.
If you invade, if you attack, we will fight back. We will defend our land and our people with all we have, if we cannot persuade you to cease this attack we will make sure we take as many of your own as we can down with us.
Sincerely,
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(OOC: Response to missiles and to Whiskeasy's letter to come later)

TO: Nita Ellison - Minister of Foreign Affairs
FROM: Caster Oblivion - Acting Chief Governor

I must state plainly that the United Republic will not condone an act of terrorism, and considers any nation responsible for any acts if their citizens are involved. However, you must remember that this response was made an hour after the death of a Comrade Brethren and dear Brother of Mine. Your people willingly killed one hundred and twenty-six INNOCENT civilians, along with our beloved Chief Governor and twenty of his staff. You had no right, whatsoever, to have a lapse of defense in this matter. Furthermore, you had no right to instigate the attacks.

Our intelligence services have all but confirmed your nation is responsible. They firmly believed your government initiated the attacks, though this is a large assumption. When we make landfall, we will know the truth. But I assure you, one thing that shall remain constant is that we will NOT kill your children or women for the benefit of vengeance. We are not barbarians. We will, however, condone the genocide of every warrior-capable citizen male. You must not be allowed to have any possibility of making another assault like this, and therefore Anagonia must defend herself against future massacres like the one YOUR government apparently supports.

You have ample time to evacuate your citizens. I believe now would be the proper time to make sure they get out of harms way.

With little respect,
Caster Oblivion
Acting Chief Governor of the United Republic of Anagonia

OOC: Okay.

To: Secretary for Foreign Affairs Edward Scissenfeld
CC: Fictions

While we are technically at war with Fictions, the Democratic Republic of Sans Semmes would like it to be known that it greatly condemns the actions taken against General Drabek's daughter. War is war, but this brutal and uncivilised kidnapping is unacceptable. She has done nothing to harm any nations in the Stoklomolvi alliance. If you really have no involvement in this, which we find hard to believe, we would like to see it become a priority issue for your nation. To kidnap a child in the name of war... it is an unspeakable misdeed. As for Fictions, we can only offer our utmost support in rescuing your daughter, however, the actions taken by what we suspect is you against Anagonia will not go unnoticed.

Signed,
President Sylvester Aninston
The Democratic Republic of Sans Semmes

SIC:
Thousands upon thousands of barges, tugboats and cruise-liners would sail from Buddha C to the nation in-trouble, Fictions, but first the barges had to be loaded with a special surprise, an modified Super Sherman, with a 120mm ETC cannon, (Budapest Sherman) now only one in four of the barges had the Budapest Sherman vehicle, and so the massive train of ships left forward, thanks to the recent change in policy in the use of their BCL-2.b this movement would go unseen from outer space, thus unknown. Even the naval commander didn't know that his men were carrying these devices.

IC:
The main in charge of this massive undertaking was Kace Heptar Kyle Dinero, he would be making sure that the men and women from Fictions would be brought on board in an acceptable manner, they had time to drill and prepare, and the people of Fictions also had time to get to City Espias, there they would board the massive train of cargo ships and get their merry way back to Buddha C.

10,000 Dry Bulk Cargo Barge 2.3 Million
10,000 Oceangoing Tugboats 80 Thousand
1,281 Freedom-Class Cruise Ships 55.9797 Million
Estimated Amount of Men Taken on Board per Pass: 58.3597 Million Passengers

(OOC: Buddha Its Eris, not Espias that is being attacked, just thought I should let you know)

Diplomatic Communique
To Mr Drabek, Fictions
From Secretary for Foreign Affairs Edward Scissenfeld

Dear Mr Drabek,
We can only assure you that we had no knowledge of such an attack on your daughter. And while it pleases us to know that you say you know nothing of the terrorists we cannot quite believe that either.

Out terms are simple, ceasefire until the terms have been properly discussed and debated. That you stand down from power and that a temporary Whiskeasian junta takes control. This will be a maximum of two months when a joint Whiskeasian - Fictional civilian government shall take control. The rebuilding project shall begin. A new constitution shall be written for the Republic of Fictions and elections shall be held in two years. You will become a protected citizen. You shall be given government funding and accommodation. Security shall be provided if necessary. You can choose your accommodation and "retirement" destination. Fictions shall have Whiskeasian military forces on her soil until deemed stable. You shall be eligible to run in the elections if you so please.
Awaiting your reply,
Edward Scissenfeld

Aside from the fact these people were so blatantly lying, no matter how many times Drabek read the letters, he had the feeling that something did not add up.
Having taken the country via military coup he knew how these things worked, or should work, or worked in the majority of cases. That was the thing, when you go though all the trouble of removing the one in charge you do not give them the opportunity to get back in control. You do everything within your now considerable power to ensure they never show their face in politics again, namely by execution. And there was one more thing, one important thing which he intended to find out. He had been thinking long about this situation and, despite what Sheryl said, could only see one way out of it.

To Edward Scissenfeld,
While your ideals are flawed and unstable at best, I wasn't you to answer me this. If is should agree to your blackmail will that ensure Ana's safe return?
If, as you claim, she was taken by 'private citizens' how should they know that the agreement may have been reached if they have no contacts within government. If they were not organised by the government how can you even be sure they will keep their word, or approve of a 'joint government'.
I have always said that personal is not the same as important. You cannot possibly know how much it hurts to say this but until i get absolute and definite assurance that her safe return is assured, I cannot give up the sovereignty of a nation for a personal reason
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There was something important to deal with, that is to say, something not personal. That was the genocide that was planed in his nation. Receiving a tip-off from a reliable source confirmed that the first strike would be against City Eris. Arrangements had been made with the government of Buddha C for civilians in the city and surrounding area to be transferred to a refugee camp in that country. Conditions would be far from perfect but it would be safer than the other cities and less uncertain than the desert.

***

City Eris

Since receiving the tip off, a mass mobilisation had started, all through the streets military vehicles with speakers telling the people to leave the city at once were under way. An area specific radio and television broadcast had been sent out explaining the situation and what would be done. Naturally panic ensued but by the time the military started evacuating the city the frenzied panic had subsided into dull shocked terror. Now, quite a long way outside the city at a designated rendezvous point the people waited for the Cnian (?) to arrive.

They could still see the city, it's great, tall buildings reaching up to the sky. Like all cities in Fictions, City Eris was massively overcrowded and polluted, It's housing made up of several high rise flats in accordance to the countries 'Build up not across' policy. Even as they watched the city the first attacks started. Some people later swore they saw some of the missiles enter the city. Now they watched as great billows of smoke rose from the city from the fires that would most certainly have started. Every person was thinking the same thing, would they live? Would they ever see their country again? Would there even be a country to com back to? In the crowd, children were crying, families huddled together and people, complete strangers, tried to comfort each-other and assure each-other that everything would be all right.

In all, six missiles struck the city, three struck surrounding military bases and another three were intercepted.

OOC: Buddha C, I can't be arsed to RP with you because you keep having all these bullshit methods of stopping me from knowing where you are. Big load of ships can be easily seen from space, end of story.

The commandos stormed into the room gunning down the criminals. Vance squeezed of a burst as he went down, bullets flying everywhere. One hitting the hostage, Fred was dead before he hit the ground and Gaz fired a single round from his pistol in the vague direction of the enemy. He was shot again as he hit the floor. The room filled with Vances' moans as he bled out his life on the grubby floor. How hard Ana had been hit he did not know, but at least he had got that last video out...

www.anadrabekcaptured.com

The same room with Ana tied to a chair but this time Vance walks on with a large combat knife. He walks up to the girl and says to the camera. "You have not yet given me your answer! When the complete unconditional surrender is given she shall be released. I have not yet hurt her but I swear you shall not see her until again until the surrender is given and to prove I'm not bluffing." He leans forward over the girl and cuts a long deep slice into her cheek. Her screams muffled by the gag. "Three days, and she dies. Times ticking."

OOC: Buddha C, I can't be arsed to RP with you because you keep having all these bullshit methods of stopping me from knowing where you are. Big load of ships can be easily seen from space, end of story.

OOC: He has a point ther C. Even if you couldn't be seen from space, the amount of military forces combing the seas at this point in time, you're bound to be spotted sooner or later. Also, for the purposes of this post, and dialogue in brackets is said on a local comms network, and therefore would not be heard by anyone but the commandos.

SIC:

The lead soldier stepped over to Vance's body. He pulled a heavy 44. Magnum from his holster, pressed it against his forehead, and pulled the trigger. Blood splattered his body suit, but he made no indication that this bothered him in the slightest. He turned to see the other soldiers, one of whom was releasing Ana and checking her wound, while the other was helping his wounded comrade out of the building. Another soldier, who had come from the aircraft, walked in. He carried an odd device and wore a red cross on his arm

("How is she?") asked the leader, as the medic scanned her with the device

("It's only a flesh wound, sir. It'll hurt, but she'll live. I'm also reading traces of Ketamine in her bloodstream") he replied, wrapping a bandage around her wound, having removed the bullet

("Okay, keep her comfortable. I'll call in for extraction") he said, holstering his pistol ("Command, Echo Team reporting Success of Operation: Overstrike. Requesting immediate evac to Station Genesis")

("Roger Echo, Big Bird is on station. ETA, 1 Minute")

1 Minute Later...

A large VTOL aircraft flew in low over the airfield. It had been fitted with a modified transponder, so that although it had flown from the SRS Broken Mirror, a SRPA Staging Ship 550 miles from the coast, it would appear on radar as if it had flown from a small airfield in Ustio, and therefore would not be considered a threat by the Salzland Military.

The VTOL touched down on the airfield, and it's side door slid open. The soldiers escorted Ana and the medic to it, boarded it themselves and then slid the door shut. The VTOL lifted off and headed back to the Broken Mirror

Not long after they had left, the light aircraft they had arrived in was destroyed by a massive explosion, one that would be seen and heard for miles around.

OOC: Never mind, it's sorted.

[OOC: Mm? The only thing that is SIC is the 2,500 tanks, the rest of the ships are clearly visible, its just that I have an ASAT that's blinding satellites close to my nation for the past few days, anyways do you have MSN Ustio North?]

OOC: As I've lost interest in this RP, consider my presence retconned.

I do apologize for any inconvenience this may cause.

(OOC: Buddha Its Eris, not Espias that is being attacked, just thought I should let you know)



Aside from the fact these people were so blatantly lying, no matter how many times Drabek read the letters, he had the feeling that something did not add up.
Having taken the country via military coup he knew how these things worked, or should work, or worked in the majority of cases. That was the thing, when you go though all the trouble of removing the one in charge you do not give them the opportunity to get back in control. You do everything within your now considerable power to ensure they never show their face in politics again, namely by execution. And there was one more thing, one important thing which he intended to find out. He had been thinking long about this situation and, despite what Sheryl said, could only see one way out of it.

To Edward Scissenfeld,
While your ideals are flawed and unstable at best, I wasn't you to answer me this. If is should agree to your blackmail will that ensure Ana's safe return?
If, as you claim, she was taken by 'private citizens' how should they know that the agreement may have been reached if they have no contacts within government. If they were not organised by the government how can you even be sure they will keep their word, or approve of a 'joint government'.
I have always said that personal is not the same as important. You cannot possibly know how much it hurts to say this but until i get absolute and definite assurance that her safe return is assured, I cannot give up the sovereignty of a nation for a personal reason
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Diplomatic Communique
To Mr Drabek, Fictions
From The Secretary for Foreign Affairs Edward Scissenfeld

Dear Sir,
We have to inform you that we have absolutely on control over your daughters situation. However agents have recently discovered that their plane was inbound for Salzland. We are waiting for your formal surrender or we will be forced to invade. Or worse.
Regards,
Edward Scissenfeld

SRS Broken Mirror...

The Zumwalt Class Destroyer sailed down the estuary into the city of Pelagious. It came to a halt at a small dock on the shoreline, a good distance from the main port. A group of soldiers exited, and they escorted Ana to a small shack. Whilst seemingly a strange sight to any passers-by, the shack actually contained a secret elevator to the main sections of Station Genesis.

The station was actually situated more underwater than underground, and it went very deep. The elevator took a couple of minutes to reach it's destination. They exited, and began down another of the metal floored corridors. As they walked, they passed seemingly numberless rooms, some open and some closed. In the open ones, white coated scientists tinkered with strange looking weaponry, whilst unearthly howls eminated from the closed doors.

They continued untill they reached a door. The supposed-leader opened it and ushered Ana inside. Contary to what she would have seen and heard as they walked, this room was like the bedroom in a 5 star hotel, except the view was of the estuary depths, rather than the city skyline.

Once she was inside, he closed the door and then removed his mask. He was an elderly man, probably in his eighties at first glance, with white hair and a white beard. He turned to the other soldiers

"I want a double guard on this room" he said "She's not a prisoner, but Z does not want her wandering all over the base. Have the Doc sent down here ASAP"

Meanwhile...

A second VTOL flew in over the coast of Fictions. It was heading for the city of Espias. SRPA records pinpointed a Government Bunker somewhere in the area, and the VTOL could soon hack into some form of communications network and get hold of the General. They began broadcasting a message, but the voice of the broadcaster was seriously distorted

"To Any Fictions Government Personnel Listening, I Have A Very Important Message To Deliver To General Drabek"

The Streets of City Eris, usually so full of life, were quiet and deserted. The streets were still and there was not a soul in sight. Somewhere a dog barked, it's loud, incessant yapping reverberating eerily amongst the tall, densely spaced buildings that made up the city. Their enormous shapes somehow sinister and oppressive, looming over the dusty streets. On the fifth floor of an office block, thirteen men sat or stood, all clutching a weapon. None of them speaking. They had chosen to stay behind, they were damned if they were letting foreigners invade their city. Did they expect them to just sit back and take it? One of the men lit a cigarette and inhaled deeply. glancing around at the assembled people and occasionally moving his hand nervously towards his AK-47, His name was Amar Jenson and he was in charge of this small resistance group.
“I guess it's just us and the army now” he took another drag on his cigarette
“Yea, any any others crazy enough to do this sort of shit”
And there were, across the city, groups similar to Amar's were dotted around the city, the exact number was unknown and their weapons, numbers and organisation varied greatly.

***


www.anadrabekcaptured.com

The same room with Ana tied to a chair but this time Vance walks on with a large combat knife. He walks up to the girl and says to the camera. "You have not yet given me your answer! When the complete unconditional surrender is given she shall be released. I have not yet hurt her but I swear you shall not see her until again until the surrender is given and to prove I'm not bluffing." He leans forward over the girl and cuts a long deep slice into her cheek. Her screams muffled by the gag. "Three days, and she dies. Times ticking."


Since hearing of his daughter's kidnapping, Drabek had felt only numb disbelief marred with worry but now, after seeing this latest video, he was filled with anger. How dare they? Those damned Whiskeasians have pushed their luck too far. He turned his attention to the message from the Whiskeasian government, Perhaps replying to a diplomatic Communiqué in his current mood was not the best of ideas but he did so anyway.

Diplomatic Communique
To Mr Drabek, Fictions
From The Secretary for Foreign Affairs Edward Scissenfeld

Dear Sir,
We have to inform you that we have absolutely on control over your daughters situation. However agents have recently discovered that their plane was inbound for Salzland. We are waiting for your formal surrender or we will be forced to invade. Or worse.
Regards,
Edward Scissenfeld

To Mr Edward Scissenfeld,
Your assumption is incorrect and misguided. I can assure you for as long as I live, for as long as Fictions is a nation; we shall never surrender. We will fight with all we can to defend out sovereignty. We shall fight for our country, our people, our culture, our life. We do not fear you, nor your threats of invasion. As for Ana, we will find her and rest assured that when we do, those who kidnapped her will be shown no mercy.
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***


"To Any Fictions Government Personnel Listening, I Have A Very Important Message To Deliver To General Drabek"

There was some static then a female voice came in reply
“This is Sheryl Roy, if you have a message for The General, it can be given through me”

***

Throughout the journey Ana had not said a word, she had been too scared, but now that she was in the room, all the fear, all the emotion burst out and she started to cry, she had been kidnapped, bound and gagged, she had seen people killed and she had been injured herself.
“I...I just want to....Go home....Please...Let me go home” It was a miracle she managed to get the words out in-between great bouts of uncontrollable sobbing...

Fifty-Thousand Feet - Nearly Above the City of Eris

The first to arrive near the deployment zone was the Sixty B-1B Lancer Bombers, loaded with munitions from Cluster Bombs to 1000-500lb Dumb Bombs. The first three Lancers opened their bomb-bay doors and proceeded to drop their munitions of Cluster Bombs in various sites around the City. Following a half a mile behind, three more dropped a varying ordinance of Dumb Bombs and Cluster Bombs. For over two hours the long stream of Bombers dropped their loads onto the city, at any random location in and around it. The objective was simply to destroy any remaining resistance and make way for the ground troops to secure the city and make it ready for a base of operations. When the Bomber's finished their drop, the formations of three split into three-way's as each one headed east, south, and west towards various Bases located around the globe. They had enough fuel to get to refueling points to make it home, and none turned back.

The bomb drops went on, the last remaining twenty of the sixty dropping only 1000lb Bombs. This took another hour to finish, eventually having the last three drop their loads and splitting to go to home base. Silence filled the air then, the only sound the screaming of bombs heading downward towards the city from so high above. There was no pin-point accuracy to it. Some of the bombs would hit outside the city, but most would slam into buildings and other various locations once Gravity pulled them down far enough from the sky. The entire city was screaming with the falling sounds of hundreds of thousands of bombs, ready to make the City of Eris a fire pit of destruction.

The massive armada of small boats came bearing towards City Espias, breaking off with their Anagonian escorts that had promised to defend them against any aggression, this was a peaceful mission, atleast that's how it looked from the outside. The fleet finally made port in the city, there they waited for the evacuees. Kace Heptar Kyle Dinero yelled over the speaker-phone in a very odd english, "Knean (Cnian) boatas here tu takei rhefuges!" But more importantly, he also drafted a letter to be sent to the government of Fictions that the flotilla had arrived to take their people. But as he sent this, unknowingly his men were unloading some of the tanks onto to shore, quickly trying to cover them up with nets, camouflage, a lot of broken off bushes, under trees, in caves and a myriad of other places ranging in effectiveness.

***
There was some static then a female voice came in reply
“This is Sheryl Roy, if you have a message for The General, it can be given through me”

The VTOL pilot switched channels to reply

"My Apolagies, Miss Roy, But I Am Under Strict Orders To Give This Message Directly To The General Himself. May We Land?"


***
Throughout the journey Ana had not said a word, she had been too scared, but now that she was in the room, all the fear, all the emotion burst out and she started to cry, she had been kidnapped, bound and gagged, she had seen people killed and she had been injured herself.
“I...I just want to....Go home....Please...Let me go home” It was a miracle she managed to get the words out in-between great bouts of uncontrollable sobbing...


There was talking outside Ana's room. A man in a white coat, bearing a red cross, was talking with the white haired man and a woman with her brown hair in a ponytail

"You're not seriously suggesting we go along with this?" the Doc said to them "Damnit man, we'll be as bad as them"

"You know what you agreed to when you signed on - morally grey territory" the other man said to him

"But Merlin - " began the Doc

"Are you questioning the Pioneers orders?" Merlin asked him

The Doc simply looked at him, stunned that he had asked such a question. Finally, he managed to speak

"No, sir" he said

"Good. It would be a shame to lose you" Merlin said to him "Now, go and see to her wounds"

The Doc looked at him again, a look of slight fear and awe in his eyes, then opened the sub-hatch door to the room.

"Hello Ana" he said as he stepped in "I'm Doctor Jacobs, i've come to make sure you're alright"

He set his bag down on the floor and opened it. It was then that he became aware that someone else was in the room with them. The woman who had been listening to their conversation was leaning against the wall by the door.

He removed the touniquet that had been over the cut on her cheek

"Ouch. I'm afraid that this will need stitches" he said, replacing the old tourniquet with a fresh one

OOC: Buddha C, TG. Also, sorry for my spelling but i'm still getting used to using my laptop.

(OOC: Buddah, I'm slightly confused, Your evacuating Eris but are in Espias which is on the other side of the country)

The planes soared over the city dropping their bombs. Splitting open and releasing the smaller bomblets that exploded as they impacted the sides of buildings and the streets, those that did not explode littered the roads and pavements with volatile little bombs that could go off at any moment.
In their office block hideout Amar and his men heard the planes and explosions.
“Air-strike!” The person who yelled this was unknown but at their words everyone scrambled to get away from the windows which shattered as the bomblets hit them, spraying glass and shrapnel everywhere. The men took whatever cover they could, some making it out of the room and into the corridor. Gradually the explosions grew more distant and those three who had made it out of the room re-entered to see what sort of damage had been done. A few of the men had got away with small cuts. They had been the lucky ones as the others who had not been as lucky now lay dead or dying with horrible wounds. This group had started off as thirteen, now it was only eight, two of the eight would not be able to fight and may not even make it.
Across the cities the effects were similar, the civilian resistance that had stayed behind had been cut by almost half.

***


"My Apolagies, Miss Roy, But I Am Under Strict Orders To Give This Message Directly To The General Himself. May We Land?"

The reply came swift and the woman's tone was harsh
“No you may not land, We don't know anything about you, for all we know you could be an enemy”
Through the crackle of static they could faintly hear footsteps in the background and a male voice, faint and distorted but the words just able to be made out
“What is it Sheryl?”
“Some people requesting to land, they want to speak to you”
“Who are they? What do they Want?”
“I don't know sir”
The footsteps could be heard slightly clearer and then the second voice became clear.
“Who are you and what is it you wish to say?”

***


"Hello Ana" he said as he stepped in "I'm Doctor Jacobs, i've come to make sure you're alright"

He set his bag down on the floor and opened it. It was then that he became aware that someone else was in the room with them. The woman who had been listening to their conversation was leaning against the wall by the door.

He removed the touniquet that had been over the cut on her cheek

"Ouch. I'm afraid that this will need stitches" he said, replacing the old tourniquet with a fresh one

Ana flinched as he replaced the tourniquet but said nothing, she had stopped crying but her face was tearstained and her eyes still red, which indicated that it was only recently. When The doctor was finished she spoke, her voice a whisper
“When can I go home?”

( if your still at war Im going to send you a few million soldiers to help you fictions. )

Ten-Thousand Feet - Around the City of Eris

The City of Eris experienced an eerie silence following the massive bombing run. Scattered results of firestorms and bombs that never detonated engulfed the city, undoubtedly causing havoc for any resistance left behind. Explosions of bombs that didn't detonate when they impacted resounded in area's across the city as either a movement of earth or some other natural occurrence caused the fuses to go off. It was a literal mine-field, something not lost in the minds of the Paratroops about to embark on the most difficult assignment of their lives.

The skies slowly began to resound with the engine's of forty C-141B Starlifter's as they flew in loose formations above and around the city. They chose a relatively low altitude, considering that satellites had not detected any Anti-Air emplacements. It was still unknown if there was any, yet Robert Yale was willing to take that risk. Robert was donned in full military gear on the first C-141B that was directed to deploy its load of Paratrooper's on the outskirts of the city, near where a main highway branched from the city into forests beyond providing an ample clearing and cover for Paratroopers.

Thirty-nine more followed the lead Starlifter's lead, opening their rear cargo doors as green lights went off. Robert started patting his soldiers on the back as two-by-two they began to jump from the Starlifter. Parachutes could be seen not long after as they began their decent, Robert following behind just as the Starlifter went beyond the city limits. Free falling was a wonderful experience, but it wouldn't last long. He pulled his drop-cord as his parachute deployed, gazing beyond at the awesome spectacle of thousands of Paratroopers being deployed all around the city. They made sure to only deploy in places where the Paratrooper's could form up for good defenses, basically ensuring that no drop was made in the center of the city. That would be left to the Hercules Transports.

Half-way in the decent, he heard the combined roar of the C-130 Hercules aircraft as they separated formation and began to lower their altitude. Most of them deployed their troops on the outskirts of the city, taking time to circle a few times to ensure that everyone had a good drop. A few of the C-130's made way above major Highway's either surrounded by large skyscrapers or in the middle of some man-made clearing. In these places, Elite Paratroopers were dropped for urban combat to ensure that when the troops from the outside made way in, everything would be ready.

Along one of the main highway's that provided a long straight road and nearly wide enough for an experienced pilot to make it, one C-130 Hercules opened its cargo bay doors and unloaded two of the M443-07 Military Transport's on heavy-duty pallet's with parachutes attached. A paratrooper squadron was dropped not far behind, ensuring a quick recovery. The second Hercules dropped its load of M443-07 Military Transport's near where Robert was to provide the Grand Marshal with an armored transport.

The entire process took more than two hours to safely complete. A few times Paratrooper's had to deploy reserve troops, but other than a hard landing and a squad medic confirming the individuals to be battle-worthy, no incidents of parachutes not deploying had occurred. At least, not from the air. The remaining C-130 and C-141B transport's with supply loads came in behind the Paratrooper drop, ensuring that there were squads on the ground to recover said supplies and making sure they were near the military transports. This process of dropping supplies took another hour to safely and logistically complete, spanning all over from company supplies on the outskirts to essential supplies to the Elite Paratroopers in the city.

By the time Robert had safely landed, properly stowed his parachute, and recovered his M-16 Assault Rifle, Stage Two of Crimson Dawn was nearly complete. He gazed onward at the city, its large man-made structures reaching high into the sky. The city had plenty of skyscrapers, too much for Robert's liking. For as far as the eye could see, it looked like a modern recreation of Babylon towers. Roads seemed to span everywhere, with shops and lower rising apartments and buildings scattered through out. The city became more dense in the center area's, with spots of high-rising skyscrapers as the city continued outward, eventually stopping all together at the end of the city were massive highway's reached out to the land.

He gazed for a few moments longer, having a Paratrooper pat his shoulder suddenly. He turned around, confirming it an ally, and knowing the Paratrooper was ensuring his Commanding Officer was fit for battle. He gave a nod, adjusting his helmet, and gave the order for all companies to report in and form up. This was going to be a long battle if anyone had stayed behind.

***
The reply came swift and the woman's tone was harsh
“No you may not land, We don't know anything about you, for all we know you could be an enemy”
Through the crackle of static they could faintly hear footsteps in the background and a male voice, faint and distorted but the words just able to be made out
“What is it Sheryl?”
“Some people requesting to land, they want to speak to you”
“Who are they? What do they Want?”
“I don't know sir”
The footsteps could be heard slightly clearer and then the second voice became clear.
“Who are you and what is it you wish to say?”

"My Name Is Irrelavant. I Bring An Important Message Concerning Your Daughter. It Is Imperative That It Is Not Intercepted By Your Enemies. I'm Afraid This Line May Not Be Secure."

***

Ana flinched as he replaced the tourniquet but said nothing, she had stopped crying but her face was tearstained and her eyes still red, which indicated that it was only recently. When The doctor was finished she spoke, her voice a whisper
“When can I go home?”

"As i'm sure you understand, Fictions is not a safe place for you at the moment" the woman leaning against the wall said, stepping forward and offering Ana her hand

"Lieutenant Sophie Parker, at your service. We are attempting to contact your father as we speak to inform him of your status. I also reccomend you remain on the base untill Fictions is safe again. I seriously doubt that the Whiskeasyians who kidnapped you will not be the last to try and use you for their own gain. You are welcome to remain here, or we can procure accomadation in the city of Pelagious if you would prefer. Either way, myself and my team have been assigned to guard you whatever your desicion"

(OOC: Anagonia, I'll reply to your post a bit later, I just need to sort a few things out so Whiskeasy can start his main attack, And UN, I would advise you that once you have delivered the message to leave the city ASAP, trust me, you do not want to stay here...)

"My Name Is Irrelavant. I Bring An Important Message Concerning Your Daughter. It Is Imperative That It Is Not Intercepted By Your Enemies. I'm Afraid This Line May Not Be Secure."


There was a pause, then
“News about Ana?” The next few words were muffled slightly as though stated more to others “Someone prepare to meet these people, bring them here at once” The man's voice became clear again “You have permission to land” The words barley came before the woman from before was heard again, faint but audible
“But sir! You don't know anything about them, it could be a trap”
“They say it's about Ana”
“But Si--” The transmission was cut, the line went dead, but they now had permission to land

***


"Lieutenant Sophie Parker, at your service. We are attempting to contact your father as we speak to inform him of your status. I also reccomend you remain on the base untill Fictions is safe again. I seriously doubt that the Whiskeasyians who kidnapped you will not be the last to try and use you for their own gain. You are welcome to remain here, or we can procure accomadation in the city of Pelagious if you would prefer. Either way, myself and my team have been assigned to guard you whatever your desicion"

Ana shuddered, the mention of the Whiskeasians brought back memories of the past few hours, and though they were a blur, partly because of the drugs, partly because of her mindset at the time, what she did remember was horrifying, especially to someone who had lived such a sheltered life.
“I'd like to...Stay here please....When...When will it be Ok for me to...For me to go home” It sounded as though every word cost her effort, as she was trying not to cry again.

***

Drabek waited in his make do office in the bunker just outside Acting-Capital Espias, growing impatient, the anger at the previous video still burning deep within him, his resentment and hatred towards the Whiskeasians growing stronger with every passing moment. The way he saw it, any important news about his daughter could be one of two things, both of which would have the same response, only only one worse than the other. Those possibilities were these, either she had been rescued or she had been killed. He was inclined to believe the latter which is why when he spoke to the acting defence minister/armed forces commander, Adan Slater, his voice was ice cold and he had only one thing on his mind, and that was revenge. If it turned out to be the former, well he would still have taken revenge on them for even considering kidnapping his daughter.
He explained to Slater exactly what he wanted to happen, t the end of it, Slater saluted and went away to execute his orders.

***

(OOC: Don't mean to seem godmoddy in this part, so I won't, as usual, mention any specific damage, that is up to Whiskeasy)

It took a few hours to get there, in that time, Drabek would certainly have heard the news of what had really happened but either way it would not change was was about to happen. The planes flew over Whiskeasy, over its cities, for that was their orders. A blitz. The moment the planes were above the cities they let loose their load- cluster bombs, which in turn let loose their bomblets, spraying them down into the city. They did this to as many cities as they could, completely emptying their loads, raining fire from above. When that was done the planes left. and within the ocean a sub was preparing, it would launch a missile straight into Whiskeasy's capital, not a nuclear missile, It is a fact that is sometimes forgotten or comes as a shock when people learn that Fictions, while being a military dictatorship, does not own nor manufacture, nuclear weapons. No this was a conventional, if rather large missile that is capable of quite some damage and it was now fired. Making it's way towards Whiskeasy's Capital.

(OOC: Not gonna bother saying what type as it is destined to be intercepted)

City Eris

From their positions on the building, Amar and his remaining men watched without much surprise when several, who knew how many, paratroopers came down from the sky. He gestured to his men to prepare their weapons. It would appear that the war would start. Soon. Some of the men separated and went into other rooms and other floors. Amar prepared to make the first strike, He lit a Molotov and threw it down into the street below, where the foreign intruders were gathered, on this everyone else threw some down too and he lit a few more, throwing them out of the window which had be shattered in the air-raid, when all their Molotov's were exhausted they retreated from the windows. to take up defensive positions in the hall, outside doors, elevators and the dark, narrow staircases incase anyone tried to enter this building...

(OOC: Anagonia, I'll reply to your post a bit later, I just need to sort a few things out so Whiskeasy can start his main attack, And UN, I would advise you that once you have delivered the message to leave the city ASAP, trust me, you do not want to stay here...)


There was a pause, then
“News about Ana?” The next few words were muffled slightly as though stated more to others “Someone prepare to meet these people, bring them here at once” The man's voice became clear again “You have permission to land” The words barley came before the woman from before was heard again, faint but audible
“But sir! You don't know anything about them, it could be a trap”
“They say it's about Ana”
“But Si--” The transmission was cut, the line went dead, but they now had permission to land



The pilot set the VTOL down and a lone soldier, dressed in an identical body suit, mask and helmet, left through the door and headed inside to meet the General. He was allowed to enter the office, and he stepped forward to the General. He saluted, handed the general a folded piece of paper and stood back. The message read:

SIC(except for Fictions):

General,
I'm sorry that news of your daughter comes like this, but I could not risk this message being intercepted. You'll be pleased to hear that Ana is now safe at one of our facilities, and is being cared for appropriately. As i'm sure you'll agree, Fictions is not safe for her at the moment. We are only too happy to keep her safe while you get on with the job in hand
Your mutual friend,
Z


***
Ana shuddered, the mention of the Whiskeasians brought back memories of the past few hours, and though they were a blur, partly because of the drugs, partly because of her mindset at the time, what she did remember was horrifying, especially to someone who had lived such a sheltered life.
“I'd like to...Stay here please....When...When will it be Ok for me to...For me to go home” It sounded as though every word cost her effort, as she was trying not to cry again.

***

"Very well, though I would ask that you tell me if you are going somewhere in the base" Parker said to her "As the Doc could tell you, there are things you could see here that would seriously mess with your head"

Jacobs nodded as he stood up to leave the room, and Parker returned the nod

"As for when you can go home, I cannot say. Currently part of Fictions is under a cloud of sarin gas, and the troops of other nations are now storming up the beaches. If we were to let you go back, it would be against what we stand for. For now, best to try and get some rest"

She turned to leave, but then turned back as she remebered something

"Oh, and here" she pulled a cell phone from her pocket "You might want to phone your father. It'll work down here, don't worry. Just call me on the intercom if you need anything"

With that, she stepped out of the room, closing the door an leaving Ana alone.

OOC: Horrifying? Good job I haven't revealed exactly what these guys do most of the time.

City Eris

From their positions on the building, Amar and his remaining men watched without much surprise when several, who knew how many, paratroopers came down from the sky. He gestured to his men to prepare their weapons. It would appear that the war would start. Soon. Some of the men separated and went into other rooms and other floors. Amar prepared to make the first strike, He lit a Molotov and threw it down into the street below, where the foreign intruders were gathered, on this everyone else threw some down too and he lit a few more, throwing them out of the window which had be shattered in the air-raid, when all their Molotov's were exhausted they retreated from the windows. to take up defensive positions in the hall, outside doors, elevators and the dark, narrow staircases incase anyone tried to enter this building...

City of Eris

About fifty soldiers had gathered to form up, unaware of the resistance fighters in the sky rise high above. Suddenly one pointed up, everyone scattering as Molotov Cocktails struck the ground and ignited. A few soldiers got hit, but were quickly put out due to only a few spots on their bodies. Taking cover, the Commander in charge directed the Paratroopers to the building. After the shower of glass and fire had finished, they ran across the street and forcefully entered the building. Inside, it looked like a mega-mall of sorts with business sections on the local map pointed upward. The attack seemed to come from the twentieth floor, therefore the Commander signaled other units around the city for possible reinforcements and updated the situation as he ordered a squad of ten men to head up to that floor. The rest began upwards, some securing the main lobby section. All holding varying assault rifles of choice.

(OOC: Yea, for her, she's lived a very sheltered life, this is the first time she's ever really been exposed to real violence and I tell you, it comes to her as a shock-- This post happens at the same time as the attacking Whiskeasy section of my other post
UN, I'm godmodding you out the country. Sorry about this it's for your own good, I normally wouldn't do this, but I have to)

General,
I'm sorry that news of your daughter comes like this, but I could not risk this message being intercepted. You'll be pleased to hear that Ana is now safe at one of our facilities, and is being cared for appropriately. As i'm sure you'll agree, Fictions is not safe for her at the moment. We are only too happy to keep her safe while you get on with the job in hand
Your mutual friend,
Z

Drabek read the note several times before it truly sunk in and when it did all he could feel was relief. He had feared the worse which is why had launched the attacks against Whiskeasy, they would probably be happening in a few hours. He looked up from the paper and to the man who had delivered the message.
“Thankyou”

***

With the message delivered, the Ustio North soldier was escorted out of the bunker and back to the VTOL, It would be out of the city and away from the country in no time.

***


"Oh, and here" she pulled a cell phone from her pocket "You might want to phone your father. It'll work down here, don't worry. Just call me on the intercom if you need anything"

With that, she stepped out of the room, closing the door an leaving Ana alone.


Ana picked up the phone, staring at it for a few minutes before dialling. The phone rang once... Twice... Three times then there came a reply.
“Yes?”
“Dad?” She could hardly keep the emotion out of her voice “It's me...Ana”
“Ana? Are you all right? Where are you? What happened?”
“I'm ok...”
“Where are you?”
“I don't know...”
The conversation went on for quite some time...

***

-Snip-

At the top of the staircase, one of the resistance fighters touched the home-made pipe-bombs he had prepared, he was waiting for the first sign of enemy soldiers. Several minutes past and then he heard them, they ere coming up, the threw his bombs down at the soldiers and before waiting to see if they went off, un-slung an AK-47 from his back and ran to take up a new positing. He heard explosions but did not know how effective they had been.

OOC: That's fine. I was going to have him leave as soon as the General had read the message anyway.

Station Genesis, Medi-Lab...

Parker walked into the amazingly white medical laboratory. She was no longer wearing her Sentinel armour, but just her regular clothing. As she entered, a man in grey clothing turned to see her

"Ah, Sophie" he said, his voice thick with a russian accent "Please, on the table, and roll up your sleeve"

"Yes, Dr. Malikov, I know the drill" she said, rolling the sleeve of her t-shirt and pushing herself onto the medical table. Malikov brought a strange device over to her, pressed it against her arm. The pneumatic needle injected some strange clear liquid into her arm, and then he removed it and placed it back with the other equipment

"Something troubling you, Sophie?" he said, his back to her

"No, why?" she said, feining ignorance

"Sophie, i've known you since you came here" he said, turning to her "I know when there is something troubling you"

She smiled at him, but it didn't last

"Ever think you're doing the wrong thing, Doctor?" she said to him

"Do you think you have a choice?" he asked her

"When did this become about me?" she said, smiling again

"Would you have asked if it wasn't?" he said to her "Go on, you have a VIP to look after"

At the top of the staircase, one of the resistance fighters touched the home-made pipe-bombs he had prepared, he was waiting for the first sign of enemy soldiers. Several minutes past and then he heard them, they ere coming up, the threw his bombs down at the soldiers and before waiting to see if they went off, un-slung an AK-47 from his back and ran to take up a new positing. He heard explosions but did not know how effective they had been.

The squad of ten men suddenly realized their mistake, and yelled for cover as they fell back. The explosion ripped a hole in the stairway, sending soldiers flying through the wall and down the stairs. It was a huge setback, with all but two of the squad being severely injured or killed. Upon hearing the news, the Commander in charge and medics grabbed the wounded as he sent three Elite Paratroopers to deal with the situation. They ignored their fallen comrades, for now, rushing up the stairway and around the corner with weapons drawn fully, ready to fire if the enemy showed his face.

Losses
x8 Paratroopers (5 Severely Injured, 3 Unconfirmed Dead)

The man who had thrown the bombs hid behind a wall in a small cubby hole used for storage of cleaning materials, The soldiers did not seem to notice him and he took his chance, he sprayed bullets towards them, instantly giving away his position...

Further on the floor above the resistance fighters heard the explosions and knew that the man would be dead, if not yet, then soon, for none of the expected to make it out alive but they would fight, oh yes, they would fight to the death.

Amar knew what he was going to do, he was the best equipped, not in terms of weapons, but in terms of explosives, when the paratroopers met him, the last line of resistance for the building. He would make himself known in an explosive way.

Coast of Fictions
As the Mortars began opening the fire, the tanks moved closer and closer to them. Facing only slight resistance so far (in the form of suicide bombers), the tanks rumbled along and quickly caught sight of the Death Guard movements. Arranging themselves in squads of three, the tanks began opening fire with all guns at the concentration of enemy troops. Since the tanks were disposable, they threw themselves at the Death Guard lines. Hull-mounted machine guns, anti-air gun, and main gun blazing, the tanks quickly picked up speed to ram, shoot, and kill every single damn Death Guard. Meanwhile, at the beach, one BMP-3 had suffered a direct hit. This news, once transferred to the rest of the Marines and, most especially, the drone tank operators abroad the ships, filled them with fury. The Death Guard, no matter how good they were, would not survive. The Northern Baltic would assure that.



(White phosphorous rounds

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/White_phosphorus_(weapon)

burn very hot and are very very deadly, they cause major problems and don't "hit" they instead release the gas and the gas begins to melt, burn, and pretty much inflame anything near it. Gas masks will melt....etc.)

Strategic Early Warning Center, Central Command, Whiskeasy

Red lights flashed and a young man in a naval uniform ran to the Major Generals office. He had to dodge past others as they sped about the facility, aides ran to politicians and officers ran to superiors. A woman was repeatedly saying "Oh my God! Oh my GOD!" A man trying to talk to her as she stared into space repeating it over and over.

The young officer arrived at Major General Francis's door he knocked just below the black lettering of the Generals full name. The General was standing ramrod straight, away from the naval officer looking out of the glass paneling in his office over the Early Warning Center. He sighed and said "There has been a launch hasn't there?"
The Naval officer nodded and replied "Yes, sir. A possible Nuclear launch, from Fictions. ICBM we have..." He glanced down at the print out in his hand. "Twenty-three minutes until impact sir. What are your orders?"
The General sighed again, his orders were clear. Protocol was a strict rule to follow. "Launch a singe retaliatory strike. Against City Espias, contact the WRS Aptitude order her Captain to initiate Protocol 167-7b in his standing orders. Give him the coordinates to Espias, tell him to wait for conformation. I will talk to the Prime Minister now."

The Officer left, saluting as he went. He went to the radio room and on his way saw the woman from before being removed from the room by an MP.

Parliament House, Bowmore, Whiskeasy
The phone rang, the PM looked down. It was the black plastic one. My God, he thought. It has finally happened. Only in his worst dreams had that phone rung, and now it was ringing. He picked it up and said "Yes?"
From the other end of the line came Major General Victor Francis, the man in charge of Nuclear responses.
"Umm, sir. There is an ICBM going to land ON Bowmore. You need to go to your bunker. Also several cities are cluster-bombed by the Fictional Airforce. We need to launch a response as is dictated in the protocol and standing orders. You need to return fire, I need your conformation to fire upon City Espias, the acting the Capital."
Jack Daniels just sat, unable to respond. He knew the only answer. What else could he say? He was killing millions of people and he could do nothing about it. He replied with "Do what has to be done." And then hung up. He stood out and looked over his beloved nation, he felt the massive weight of guilt fall on him. He had doomed everyone. A tear rolled down his cheek and he turned away. A security man lead him to the bunker,he remained silent and visibly worried.

Several Miles of the Fictional Coast

The sleek missile erupted from the green-blue water in an explosion of white. It quickly zipped up into the air and changed course for Espias.

Emergency News Broadcast

The News Anchor was clipping in her ear piece as the camera turned on and she said "Enemy planes are inbound for Whiskeasian cities. All coastal cities are being considered targets. Please proceed to the basement or ground floor of any building nearby. Preferably a cement or reinforced building. Jets are being scrambled but some enemy planes shall slip through. Prepare for the attack and assistance will be with you as soon as possible." She looked into the camera and the look of fear on her face finally sunk home the seriousness of the moment.

EDIT

OOC: This has all been approved by Fictions through MSN.

OCC: Confirmation that the nuclear strike was done by mutual agreement
IC post to come soon

The misconception that a victory can be worth its price, has in the nuclear age become a total illusion.
~Alva Myrdal

The phone conversation with Ana had been the best thing that had happened since the whole civil/global fiasco began but it had left Drabek thinking, he had to clear his mind and that would not be done inside a nuclear bunker. When he announced he was leaving the bunker for a while Sheryl, being the woman she was, tried to talk him out of it. Sure his word was law, but Sheryl was one of the few people who could get away with mild argument, he only managed to convince her to stop arguing by saying he wanted to pay his respects to Maria. His wife who had died nearly ten years ago. She had died of an incurable illness and in the final stages of it, when she knew there was no hope for recovery she had made the request to be buried in the cemetery outside the Espias Cathedral, where she had went as a child.

The cathedral was in the centre of the city but now the cemetery was empty, save for the guards that lined the entrance, and Drabek himself. He made a point to come here at least once a year. He spend a good part of half an hour there before he heard a commotion, he walked over to one of the guards.
“What's going on”
The guard said nothing but pointed towards the sky. Drabek stood frozen to the spot there was a missile heading right towards him and he knew that running would be pointless. The world slowed and he watched the missile as though in a trance, he saw it sink out of sight behind some of the tall buildings not too far away and for a moment there was nothing then the world went white. For Drabek there was only light, and then, Nothing.

***

About two miles outside of City Espias at the side of the Intercity on what could be consider a valley there was a small village, One of the clusters of houses had evolved and could now be considered a village and had therefore, by the government, been given a name as oppose to being known by the name of it's Inn. This Village was called Marsera, Village Marsera. In the V. Marsera church Father William Harmon was cleaning up after the service, It was a clear, sunny day, but then so was practically every other day so that was nothing special. Though there was a war going on, the small villages and settlements had been rather safe so it came as a shock when the whole valley was filled with a blinding white light and a wave of heat could be felt. Harmon dropped what he was doing and ran towards the door, he only made it a few steps when he heard a loud explosion and the windows shattered spraying coloured glass across the floor of the church a few shards hit Harmon, He knew a bomb had been dropped, what else could it be? But for the life of him he could not think why someone would bomb V.Marsera. with effort he forced open the door which had become stuck because of air pressure. Stumbling out into the church grounds he looked around him trying to find an impact point, a crater, anything. There wasn't one but the village was in a state of confusion, a lot of the houses were made of Mudbrick or wood, the villages and cluster-settlements of Fictions were generally poor areas who could not afford anything better and had to make do with little to no government help, had been damaged or destroyed. Harmon looked at the church, the north-eastern part of the building had been terribly damaged, not a window remained the blast of air had penetrated the North-eastern part of the church but it still stood. Some of the people's houses were on fire and Harmon went to help douse the flames. Looking over the valley and towards the city he could see a great cloud of smoke and could hear some explosions. His heart skipped a beat and he was caught in a sudden bust of dizziness as he realised what must have happened... No...It couldn't be?

His worst fears were confirmed as perhaps half an hour after the explosion he saw people coming up the valley from the city, the crowd thickening continuously. The people dragged their feet and he noted with horror the injuries on them, Many of them were burned, their faces and bodies blackened and swollen, one he saw had an eye hanging out of it's socket, people were bleeding, strips of skin peeling and hanging like ribbons from their bones, Mothers carried children who had been burnt too badly to walk. Occasionally someone would fall, never to move again. Harmon was shocked and appalled but immediately started organising with some villagers who were willing to help for them to be brought to the church to be given first aid. Another Priest of the church, Father Ernesto McGowan had studied medicine before joining the priesthood tended their wounds as best as he could but their supplied were limited and they soon ran out and yet there were still so many more people, they could not help them all and soon the church, the inn, the small library, everywhere that could be used was full of the dead and dying. Father Harmon and Father McGowan and several other people did their best to try and care for the people but even as they tried, several more passed away and a feeling of hopelessness descended on those trying to help, they had used all the medical supplies they could find and it was not enough to help the people who had been caught in the terrible explosion...

***

Kathy Warner sat in her classroom, bored as she listened to the seemingly endless lecture, she hated biology, absolutely HATED it, it was the worst subject in the world. She tapped her pen on the desk, daydreaming about that cute boy, Thomas, who sat behind her in maths and who she had a crush on since, forever. From the window there came a bluish white flash of light followed by the sensation of floating and then nothing. Her vision swam into focus again as she regained consciousness, the first thing she was aware of was pain, intense pain and the feeling of being trapped, she was buried under the rubble of the building. She heard a voice as though from a million miles away.
“Hold on there, your going to be ok. I'll get you out” she felt the rubble shift and a hand reach out and pull her up, Gradually she began to hear more voices, her classmates, Crying for help, for their mothers, for their lives. Though it was daytime the city had gone black with smoke and she could just make out the fires that had sprung up all over the city, The person who had helped her placed an arm around her shoulder and talking encouraging words helped her walk away from the ruin of the building.
“It's all right, Your going to be fine”
All around her the world moved in slow motion, figures standing out like ghosts, reaching out to her begging for help, for water or simply groaning with pain. The person who had helped her, told her they would go out of the city, and would find help. She barley heard them. More than once she stumbled, she felt weak and could not see where she was going because of the dust and smoke that filled the air. On the streets she could make out the countless dead, their wounds grotesque, some were only half there, the other half reduced to skeleton. She walked a bit further her pace slowing with every step, the unknown helper speaking kind words of encouragement which she only half heard, her head was spinning and the pain on her was almost unbearable. She took a few more steps then fell into blackness...

OOC INFO: Said thread and actions do not violate a term of Non-Nuclear Treaty as both parties agreed to said plotline and said Treaty Holders were informed of said details beforehand.

So continue on. IC post coming soon.

Station Genesis...

A crowd was quickly gathering in the cafeteria around a small TV in the corner of the room. The Sentinels were now assembled around it, and there was much murmuring and muttering as they watched the news filtering in.

Sophie, now dressed in her Sentinel armour, walked into the cafeteria. A chef handed her a cup of coffee, and she then joined the others at the TV.

"Hey, what's...going...on" she said, the realisation of what was on the TV screen slowly creeping in as the news headline read

"Whiskeasy & Fictions Trade Nuclear Blows!"

Her cup fell to the floor and broke with a clatter on the metal floor, but she didn't hear it. She was already running towards Ana's room. She sprinted along the corridors untill she rounded a corner and spotted Merlin. He saw her, and quickly moved to her

"Fictions" she said breathlessly

"I know, i've heard" he said "I'm going to take Echo down there within the hour. Mitchell got out okay, but he said the missile struck the General's place"

"What?" Sophie asked

"It's gone Sophie. It didn't stand a chance. It's just a deep crater in the earth now" Merlin told her "I'm not sure how to break the news"

"I'll do it" she said to him "You take Echo, save as many as you can!"

With that she turned away, and began to walk to the room Ana was in. It seemed like she was walking for ages. She kept going over what had just happened. How could she explain this? She reached the door, and put her hand on the handle to open it. But she couldn't. It was to hard, even for her. She slumped back against the metal wall and slid down to her knees, thinking hard about what she could say.

After about ten minutes of sitting with her head in her hands, she stood up and opened the door to Ana's room

"Ana?" she said as came in "I know this may come as a bit of a shock, but i'm afraid something has happened"

The man who had thrown the bombs hid behind a wall in a small cubby hole used for storage of cleaning materials, The soldiers did not seem to notice him and he took his chance, he sprayed bullets towards them, instantly giving away his position...

Further on the floor above the resistance fighters heard the explosions and knew that the man would be dead, if not yet, then soon, for none of the expected to make it out alive but they would fight, oh yes, they would fight to the death.

Amar knew what he was going to do, he was the best equipped, not in terms of weapons, but in terms of explosives, when the paratroopers met him, the last line of resistance for the building. He would make himself known in an explosive way.

One Paratrooper went down defending his Brethren, the other two responding by aiming a head-shot at the resistance fighter. Following close behind were five more Paratroopers, seeing the dead Elite Paratrooper and leaving him to the medics that followed closely behind. They, too, opened fire on the resistance fighter. One even having a 12-gauge Shotgun. The rest followed quickly past, their supply packs bouncing somewhat as they ran towards the stair's and continued upward, knowing what to expect now.

Losses
x1 Elite Paratrooper (Multiple Wounds)

WRS Bounty, On the River outside Bowmore.

The CIWS system fired upon the incoming missile. The captain cringed on his bridge waiting for the fiery explosion to consume them. Instead of the nuclear purge a truly huge explosion knocked the roofs of some of the houses in the suburbs and windows shattered across the city. But no nuclear holocaust was unleashed. There was a stunned silence on the breach before the Captain said "Hot damn! That's not a Nuke!"

WBC News Broadcast
The woman smiled into the camera and said "The suspected nuclear launch on the Capital Bowmore today was not a nuclear weapon. It turns out the weapon was a very large ballistic missile. In the attacks on the sea Cities have a confirmed death count of 1,300. A projected death total of 14,000 ha been given. It is indeed a sad day for Whiskeasy. It has also emerged that a nuclear weapon was launched at a Fictional City. Whiskeasy has officially launched it's first nuclear weapon in anger. But to what cost we do not know." She frowns and listens intently to her earpiece. "It appears Prime Minister Jack Daniels is about to make a statement. We go to him now at Parliament House.

Jack Daniels walks on screen bedraggled and unkempt. He looks into the camera and said "Citizens of Whiskeasy! My People, today I authorized the sanction of the deaths of the millions of people. Women, children and invalids, I did so knowingly they would die. I did so because I believed that a nuclear weapon was inbound on our own country. Today I killed our innocence, I killed our compassion and our love for other cultures. I got this fair nation into such a filthy position. I am unworthy to continue as your Prime Minister, therefore I resign my position to my Deputy, Frederick Gordons. May he guide you where I failed, long live Whiskeasy, long live democracy and long live the Queen." With that he stepped down out of the light, away from the prying eyes of the press. The weight of a nation lifted, but the weight of guilt heavier than ever.

(OOC: Not the best post but it is 3 in the morning)

Official Communiqué
Instrument of Surrender

Today our nation suffered a terrible blow, we entered this war at a time where we should have remained at peace and have paid dearly. We hereby offer our honourable surrender and ask you to spare our civilians any more casualties. The nation of Fictions offers its unconditional surrender to allied forces. No more military action will be taken against allied nations in Fictions or out of Fictions as we are demobilising our armed forces.
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***

The introduction music for the Fictions National News Network plays, chief reporter Rod Lloyd say looking solemn in-front of the camera.
“It is a sad day for our nation, earlier we were struck a devastating blow. A nuclear missile was launched at ACA Espias” The screen changes to show an Arial view of the city that now lay in ruins, smoke was still rising obscuring a lot of the view as Rob's voice continued giving a detailed account of the horrors of the strike and estimated figures of dead and injured, which rose well into the millions, as well as general information about nuclear weapons. The scene changes again this time showing the inside of the V.Marsera church, everywhere were people with horrific injuries, moving about them were various people, inclined the two priests, doing what they could to help the injured.
“The people of V.Marsera, especially two priests fathers Harmon and McGowan have especially been hailed as heroes in this time of crisis or their astonishing work in helping the injured”
The camera reruns to the studio and Lloyd adjusted his papers
“Of the many deaths that occurred, our nations leader, General Bryce Drabek was caught in the centre of the strike. I regret to inform the public. Fictions has lost the war, it is over, an unconditional surrender was released today” The repot continued. The nuclear attack, the sudden loss of leadership, the surrender. It all served as a huge blow to the minds of the citizens of Fictions and moral was incredibly low.

***


"Ana?" she said as came in "I know this may come as a bit of a shock, but i'm afraid something has happened"

Ana bit her lip nervously, dreading what would come. Did something happen? Did those kidnappers find them? Or was it something back home?
“What is it? What happened?

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The United Socialist States of The Northern Baltic, as an acting member of the United Worker's Republic, hereby accepts the Fiction's offer for unconditional surrender. However, we believe that demobilization should only be in effect upon the complete elimination of all Death Guard and Buddah C forces from the nation of Fictions, an act that would draw upon assistance from the Fiction's Armed Forces.

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TO: Nita Ellison - Minister of Foreign Affairs
FROM: Oscar Vladinchi - Chief General of the United Republic Armed Forces

This is a great victory for our nation.

While I must say that the act of engaging in nuclear warfare was beyond extreme, the result was much the same. Your nation initiate terrorist acts against the United Republic, resulting in the deaths of over a hundred civilians and Chief Governor Johnny Standford. Our leader was slain by murderers, and though it pains me I believe you called this fate upon yourself. You now feel our sorrow, and now we can move on.

I formally accept your surrender on behalf of the United Republic of Anagonia, and therefore shall clearly state that our forces shall remain in your nation to clear out any continued resistance against this declaration of surrender. We shall not see another Fictionese Terrorist within our lands, and therefore continue to stay within Fictions for a more productive and hopeful outcome for your People.

Know that until the day that we are sure you have changed, we will remain. Until the day that every resistance fighter gives in, we will remain. Until the day that we are satisfied with your future, we will remain. This shall remain true, until I am personally satisfied that those deaths were not in vain.

Signed,
Oscar Vladinchi
Chief General of the United Republic Armed Forces

The Civilian Corps Statement
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The commanders of the Civilian Corps hereby announce that our forces are surrendering to the Anagonian Armed Forces to be taken into their custody as Prisoners of War. The total group of troops in the Civilian Corps is a million men, our demand being that the single nation of Anagonia take responsibility and transport our men to into the nation of Anagonia, not outlying colony or ally, and that the civilian transport with military attached officers be granted free pass to return home as their only duty was to evacuate Fictions' populace from the upcoming war, with approval from the nations of Anagonia, Fictions and Buddha C. In return for all these terms the Civilian Corps is willing to lend its soldiers and equipment to the ranks of Anagonia to fight in this war, but not against the Ideal of Fascism or the Religion of Buddhism, in self defense or in a necessary preemptive strike to preserve the sovereignty of Anagonia.

[OOC Note: This is not my nation surrendering, simply an all volunteer unit that was stationed in Fictions.]

The Civilian Corps Statement
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The commanders of the Civilian Corps hereby announce that our forces are surrendering to the Anagonian Armed Forces to be taken into their custody as Prisoners of War. The total group of troops in the Civilian Corps is a hundred men, our demand being that the single nation of Anagonia take responsibility and transport our men to into the nation of Anagonia, not outlying colony or ally, and that the civilian transport with military attached officers be granted free pass to return home as their only duty was to evacuate Fictions' populace from the upcoming war, with approval from the nations of Anagonia, Fictions and Buddha C. In return for all these terms the Civilian Corps is willing to lend its soldiers and equipment to the ranks of Anagonia to fight in this war, but not against the Ideal of Fascism or the Religion of Buddhism, in self defense or in a necessary preemptive strike to preserve the sovereignty of Anagonia.

[OOC Note: This is not my nation surrendering, simply an all volunteer unit that was stationed in Fictions.]

Official Reply
Grand Marshal Robert Yale

On behalf of the Anagonian Forces deployed to Fictions, I accept the Civilian Militia's statement of surrender and offer free passage to the City of Eris where you will be processed. I assure you none of you shall be harmed in any way, and we therefore accept your offer to assist our United Republic in its time of need. Transport Ships should be incoming soon, until then head to Eris where we shall rally and cherish the surrender of our most hated nemesis in this war.

Sophie sighed as she paced the room. She was still unsure of how to tell a 16 year old girl her father had just been killed in a nuclear blast and that her country had just surrendered.

"About an hour ago" she started slowly "I can only assume your father ordered a nuclear strike against Whiskeasy. Unfortunately, the Whiskeasians responded with their own strike, against Espias"

She paused again, thoughts of what she could say racing around her head

"We think-" she said "We think your father may have been outside when it hit. I'm sorry"

Ground Zero, Espias, Fictions...

The team of Sentinels had already arrived and was co-ordinating with Ustian Military Medical personnel to erect aid stations as quickly as possible. Some of them were directing the injured to said aid stations, whilst others dug through the rubble, looking for survivors

"We think-" she said "We think your father may have been outside when it hit. I'm sorry"

Ana said nothing, just stared at the woman. At first she simply couldn't believe it. She wouldn't believe it. She shook her head unable to speak. This woman was lying! That had to be it there was no way... It was impossible that... Ana reached in her pocket for the phone that she had been given and tried calling her fathers number... Nothing... She tried again and still there was nothing. She tried for a third time and still nothing.
“No...Nonono....” She threw the phone against the wall and sunk to her knees, fists clenched, tears streaming down her face, she couldn't think, her whole world had crashed down around her and she just sat there crying.

Sophie just stood there, helplessly. There was nothing she could say or do that would make this pain any easier to bear.

She stepped out of the room, felling it was better to leave Ana alone at this time. She headed to the elevator, and went lower into the base than most Sentinels dare go. Dark plexiglass cells lined the walls. Parker stood before one, staring in at something. And that something looked back, it's gold eyes loomng out of the darkness

"Fuck" she said under her breath, placing a hand on the cell

Diplomatic Communique
To Fictions
CC Anagonia, Northern Baltic
From Acting-Prime Minister Frederick Gordons

We also accept your surrender. Whiskeasian military forces shall be landing soon to mop up any unauthorized resistance and give aid. We find ourselves in a deep hole of guilt and sadness as a nation and we can only give a public apology to the people of Fictions to the tremendous mistake which was made. We find ourselves completely responsible and will clean up our own mess. Following the Military Forces will be extensive reconstruction crews, along with teachers, doctors and other people to help your economy and future growth. A new leader must be found for Fictions, but until that time I suggest a joint council of Anagonian, Northern Baltic and Whiskeasian commanders to protect the country until a time where a democratic ruler can be elected.
Regards,
Frederick Gordons


10 Miles of the coast of City Eris

The Fleet came in, it was considered a safe zone. Anagonian Paratroopers had already secured the harbor but these were the first ships in. The first amphibious vehicles started off from the troop transports, in all a brigade of Mechiniced Infantry would be landing. Then the rest of the fleet would land in the docks. The ships approached the beach, ran up onto it and dropped the ramps, the APC's moved out quickly and made their way to the center of town to find the Anagonian commander.

Outside the City of Eris

Robert Yale remained with a select few Elite Paratroopers, near a military transport truck as the Ctanian Civilian Military started to arrive. They were treated with utmost respect, supplies given to them to refresh their combined bodies from the long trip they experienced. Word had been given of the Whiskeasy forces arriving, and Robert was expecting to talk to their commander soon. He welcomed the refreshment of allied forces, especially considering he had no true mechanized infantry to speak of.

The city itself was filled with squads and companies of Paratrooper's going from building to building and attempting to engage any illegal resistance if they found any. The building where the Paratroopers had first contact was now filled with extra reinforcements from a squad about a mile distant that had traversed there. They continued their assault on the building, going up towards the floor designated with the illegal resistance fighters.

Robert took time to take a squad of his Elite Paratroopers with him, riding in the Military Transport vehicle to the center of the City where the location of the Allied Commander was. There, he would look for him, stopping the truck and unloading the Paratroopers behind him to begin inquiring where the Whiskeasy Commander was located.

A radio crackled to life,"Y-- raz--- nah--- reut--- Baza--- Sieg Emperor!!"

The death guard had received new orders and those orders were to immediately find cover and hide. They were not to actively resist but merely wait. The Death guard were upset but if they could die for the emperor they could easily wait for him.

The ten thousand death guard would need to find a nice hole and cozy up in it. They hid the few tanks and APCs they had in the sand of the desert. The death guard company on the beaches of fictions immediately retreated to the nearest city and tried to find cover in basements and sewers. Some would be found but the death guard would destroy any extra equipment and try to survive the best they could.

It would be a long time but the death guard would survive and perhaps they would come out stronger then ever. For the dark was their element.

Arguing could be heard in the corridors of Genesis. It echoed down the hallways for all to hear

"...you knew that Excaliber could have stopped that attack!" Sophie shouted, walking after Merlin. When she said that, he turned back abruptly

"I do" he said "But you and I both know full well that to activate Excaliber you need the PM's authourisation, and getting that might compromise La Salle's security"

Sophie looked at him, worn out by what had happened over the last few hours. His face softened, and he stepped forward

"Come, we have to deal with Marcus. We'll plant one for Drabek too"

A Few Hours Later...

Sophie returned to Ana's room. She was dressed in a long black overcoat, and carried a smaller coat with her. She opened the door and placed the coat on the bed

"Come on" she said to Ana "Let's get some fresh air"

Since the terrible bombing there had been no official aid party sent out by what remained of the old government but that changed. Their military had been given a new job, instead of fighting it was to act as a search and rescue squad, they had been given protective gar against the radiation that would most certainly be there.

The closer group eight got to the city, the more evidence of destruction there was, even the buildings that were at the edge of the city were damaged and some had collapsed or been burnt down, further in practically all the building had been damaged by fires the city a gigantic burned out sear, the streets choked with smoke and dust, the heat was almost unbearable even by Fictions standards and the streets were lined with the dead, all sporting the most hideous injures and burns. They passed another rescue group who were carrying several terribly injured people on stretchers. One of the medics stopped and said a few words to the men of group eight.
“It gets worse” The medics voice was flat and hollow, and they braced themselves for what lay ahead.
They reached the entrance to a small, square park, it seemed as though hundreds, maybe thousands of people had taken refuge here, visible by the light of the fires that still burned around the city lying on the ground, pale as ghosts. The transportation of the injured was difficult, it was hard to properly dress their wounds and they bled again on even the slightest motion and they suffered intense pain as they were carried on stretchers out of the park and to a point where they could be airlifted out and away from the city. Those left behind called out for help, too weak to move and some of the medics stayed behind to tend them as best as they could...

***

Ana had cried and cried until she could cry no more, and simply sat on her bed staring into space. The initial intense sadness had gone and had been replaced by a numb, unreal feeling, She heard the door open and looked up...



Sophie returned to Ana's room. She was dressed in a long black overcoat, and carried a smaller coat with her. She opened the door and placed the coat on the bed

"Come on" she said to Ana "Let's get some fresh air"

Ana glanced soundlessly at the coat and picked it up. Without saying a word, for she did not think she would be able to speak even if she wanted to, she followed Sophie out of the room

They left the room and headed to an elevator. Along the way they were joined by a pair of sentinels, also dressed in similar coats. They all got into the elevator, and it took them to the surface.

They emerged onto a grassy hill, far from the riverside entrance where they arrived. They walked a short distance, to a sight that would impress and also induce great sadness. Beyond a small group of people was a field full of white crosses. Many were worn and dirty, as SRPA's work never gave them time to keep them clean. However, three closest to the small group were pure white, obviously brand new. They read:

Here Lies Marcus Jones, Trusted Friend And Sentinel. He Died In The Heat Of Battle. God Rest His Soul

In Memory Of Bryce Drabek, Father, Ruler. Died Heroically, Leading His Nation. God Rest His Soul.

In Memory Of Those Who Died In The Espias Nuclear Attack, A Callous Attack On Innocent Civilians. God Rest All Of Them.

"I thought it would be best you came to say goodbye" Sophie said to Ana "We all thought it would be good to say goodbye"

Field Marshall Abe Smith sat in the his Lyran made IFV HQ vehicle as he entered the City of Eris. He could hear sporadic gun fire coming from the open air hatch. Obviously the Anagonian Paratroopers where still mopping up the civilian resistance. As the convoy of armoured vehicles and overwatch helicopters arrive Smith noticed a truck had just pulled up on the other side of the square. He ordered the dismount and for the rest of the battalion to mop yp any resistance left in the area. His HQ company would remain here, with Anagonian HQ.

He left the APC and strode off across the square. He noticed Cnian military personnel being unarmed and processed to become POW's, good for them, now they wouldn't need to die.He had a Browning Hi-power in his holster and only the minimal amount of decoration showing his rank. He headed towards the man in charge. The man who was standing near the truck giving orders.

Robert had just finished giving orders concerning the rest of the civilian resistance. Gun fire did indeed echo, but it was becoming less and less constant as the day wore on. He gazed to his side to see a Whiskeasy Officer heading towards his direction, promptly excusing himself and leaving the Orders to the Paratrooper Commander. He holstered his weapon behind his shoulder using the strap, still donned in the Paratrooper Infantry Gear and Outfit. He adjusted his helmet, the only sign of his rank being the circle of Five Star's on the top of his helmet.

He met the man half-way, introducing himself. "Grand Marshal Robert Yale, United Republic Air Force and Chief Commander of this Theatre." He extended his hand, other hand keeping a hold on his weapon strap. "Are you the Whiskeasy Commander?"

Abe noticed that the fact the man had the five stars on his helmet and when he said he was the commander he wasn't surprised at all. He took the offered hand and shook it firmly. "Field Marshall Abraham Smith, Commander in Chief of Whiskeasian forces. Nice to see you, I have another few brigades to land. What kind of troops do you have incoming? We need to sweep away these so called Death Guard in the North. But first we must secure the capital and other major cities. I can have an Armoured Battalion in the Capital by sunset, what about you?"

"I thought it would be best you came to say goodbye" Sophie said to Ana "We all thought it would be good to say goodbye"

Ana could not believe her eyes, read read the stones several time before it truly sank in but hen it did her eyes filled with tears again as she walked towards the stone, placing one hand on it for a moment she closed her eyes, trying to stop herself from crying again
“Goodbye” Her voice was a whisper. She stood there a moment longer then turned to face Sophie
“T-thankyou...”

***

(OOC: Well, Whiskeasy said I should announce an interim leader and Anagonia agreed, so here goes)

Official Communiqué
Announcement of New Leadership

While we realise we are now an occupied territory, it must be understood that Fictions cannot function without a leader. This is why, until further notice, I will be taking over this role as well as continuing my duties as Foreign affairs minister.
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***

Amar listened intently from his hiding place just inside the men's restroom, he know that down below the paratroopers would be going through everyone that made up the defence of this building, that did not matter. None of this mattered. He had heard about the nuclear attack and surrender and that had made him angrier than ever. He pressed his hear to the door, he could hear people, that meant the must have gotten past the last fighter... He opened the door a just a crack and peered out, he could make out shapes moving, Make out the foreign soldiers. He checked to see if his explosives were good to go. All seemed well. he waited until they were right in-front of the door before swinging it open and detonating the explosives...

Robert shrugged, "Currently Motherland Anagonia is under siege, so they cannot spare anymore unless ships from other theatre's send supplies." He sighed, "I suppose we'll have to rely on your forces for now, but I have more than six thousand men stationed here that can compliment your forces." He nodded, "We have all the supplies we could need, and air drops can bring in light tanks and trucks, but that's about it."

City of Eris - Building under Siege

The Elite Paratroopers approached the door, having finished off the last fighter with ease. They expected little resistance at this point, but neglected their training as they saw the door open. One of the Paratroopers, whom was in front, got a brief glimpse of the explosion as he shouted for everyone to get down. It was too late. The explosion ripped through the hallway, sending all twelve Paratroopers through the other side of the building. It collapsed a floor nearly, creating a huge hole out the other side as Paratroopers were thrown out the side windows of the building and down to their deaths.

The Commander down below watched in horror, having come out of the building to observe the arrival of reinforcements. The twentieth floor was a literal crater now, half of the side where the explosion detonated gone as glass shards fell onto the ground. Inside the building, men were knocked off balance as they rushed for safety. Many recovered, medics clearing them in short visits, then they were told to exit the building. The explosion was massive, killing all the paratroopers on that floor. The building was now unsafe, the Commander ordering the Paratrooper's to other buildings as he reported the news to the Commander's in the middle of the city.

Losses
x12 Elite Paratroopers (Either killed instantly or fell to their deaths)
x4 Paratroopers (Crushed or killed by falling debris on the ground)

Injured
x40 Paratroopers (Injured by falling debris or glass)
x2 Paratroopers (Superficial to Minimal Injuries)

The Beaches
Once the ceasefire was called, The Northern Baltic regular's deployment was sped up. In a matter of hours, the majority of the 300,000 strong Army Group landed on the beach. The Pt-76 tanks served as sentries, but did not advance anymore. As fast as they could (allowing the ships to return home asap), the troops moved outside of the City of Germuarur, with the Pt-76s leading them. Once they secured the outside of the city, they would contact friendly Fiction forces in order to eliminate any remaining pockets of resistance - most notably the Death Guard who seemed to have just simply vanished.

Capital of Aquaria
Recognizing the suffering of the people of Fictions, three Northern Baltic Medical Distributions convoys headed towards the Capital of Aquaria loaded with various medical supplies. Bandages, rubbing alcohol, gauze, antibiotics, - it was all there. Once the ships reached Aquaria, they would hand the supplies out to the government to distribute to the people. The ships also carried several thousand radioactive suits and Geiger counters - surplus fresh from the Volga Special Clothings Factory. Although it was not nearly enough to supply all of Fiction's needs, the Northern Baltic hoped it would help.

In order to meet Fiction's long term medical need, several men, all of them from The Northern Baltic, traveled, by civilian airliner, to meet with the new leader of Fictions, Nita Ellison. With some help, they could begin a new economic plan in Fictions - one that was sure to put Fictions on the road to self-reliance.

Ana could not believe her eyes, read read the stones several time before it truly sank in but hen it did her eyes filled with tears again as she walked towards the stone, placing one hand on it for a moment she closed her eyes, trying to stop herself from crying again
“Goodbye” Her voice was a whisper. She stood there a moment longer then turned to face Sophie
“T-thankyou...”


"It's the least we could do" Sophie said to her, looking out across the field of graves "Do you know what you're going to do now?"

OOC: Whiskeasy, you have TG.

"It's the least we could do" Sophie said to her, looking out across the field of graves "Do you know what you're going to do now?"

“I...I don't know” Ana stared out over the field at the countless rows of stones, each baring memorial to someone who died doing whatever it was they did. She looked down again at the stone for all the victims of the nuclear strike and she felt a burning hatred towards the people who, with one word had ended the lives of so many people, hatred towards the person who with a word had left her and probably many more an orphan.
“Damn them! Damn them!” She cried out, unable to contain herself. What would happen in the future Ana did not know, she knew only one thing, she could never forgive the people who had brought everything she knew to an end.

***

(TNB, I'm assuming this means your meeting with Nita?)

CA Aquaria

During the civil war period, when riots, street fights and terrorist attacks raged all across the city, the Ministries Office had been bombed damaging the entire eastern wing on the first and second floor, they had not had time to even begin repairs. This, along with many other, similar things were a sure indication that Fictions had entered this war at a time where they should not have.

Nita was completely flustered, trying to get everything organised. The eastern wing had to be sealed off away from sight, the streets had to become as organised as they could and everything had to seem as normal as possible as well as organising rescue operations in C.Espias. Their country may be down, their country may be out but she was not going to give these foreign powers the satisfaction of seeing them beaten. She would show that despite their great losses Fictions was still a proud country.
That was one thing you could say about Fictions, they were proud if perhaps slightly arrogant and patriotic to the extreme. They valued their honour and intended to keep some dignity despite all that had happened. But nothing could change the fact that what had happened had been a real blow, moral was low and there was a feeling of despair about the country.

OOC: And now to set up something me and Whiskeasy have been arranging via TGs

As Ana and Sophie stood before the many graves, her attention was caught by a portly man beckoning to her

"Hold on, I'll be right back" she said to Ana, walking briskly over to the man "Yes, sir?"

"Sophie, I have a special mission for you" he said

"But sir, i'm already on a mission" she tried to argue

"This one takes priority" he said "You're going to Whiskeasy. I want you to deliver a message to the both the former and the current Prime Ministers"

"Is this your regular message, sir?" she asked, her tone changing almost immediately

"Only to the former Minister. If you do that, it should send a good message to his successor" he told her "Your VTOL is wheels up at 0600 tomorrow. Good day, Lieutenant"

With that, he replaced the bowler hat on his head, and took his leave with the others, leaving Merlin, Parker, Ana and the two Sentinels who had joined them earlier. Sophie simply stood there, her head totally mixed up. On one hand, she had a chance to exact revenge for those people who had died. On the other, she would be leaving Ana alone, after all that she had been through. She sighed. The truth was, she had no choice. Like it or not, she was still a Sentinel, and orders were orders.

She turned around, to see only Merlin and Ana were still there. Merlin seemed to know exactly what she was thinking. He nodded to her, and placed a hand on Ana's shoulder

"C'mon kid" he said "You'll need some time to think about what you're going to do"

Smith nodded and said "Yes, I see. Well I have the rest of my army to land. Are the harbors secure yet? We need to see of these Death Guard before this turns into a guerilla war, it will get nasty if the local populous joins in. As well as that all Cities need to be secured, soon. And the Fictional, Army and Police force needs to be put back to work, fighting crime and extremism not us. If the locals start seeing my men picking people up they can add tyranny as well as mass murderer to their list of things they hate about us. My battalions will set off for the capital as soon as they have landed. If you wish we can supply your men with food rations and other consumables you may not want to fly in."


Bowmore, Whiskeasy

A young man walked away from Parliament, he was dressed in a modest suit but had a smile that could charm the pants from a nun. His name was Ian Nairn, and he was the most up and coming government employee. He was MP for Wiltenshire and was fast working up his way in the party. He had just begged and borrowed every possible favor and had got himself the head position of the Diplomatic and Reconstruction party to be sent to Fictions. Now all he had to do was get their. Good thing they supplied him with a private jet and military escort.

"C'mon kid" he said "You'll need some time to think about what you're going to do"

Ana cast one last look at the masses of stones and at Sophie then followed the man as he lead her away. As she walked she didn't look at him or anything else for that matter, just stared at her shoes. She felt numb, and she wondered if she would ever be happy. No, she didn't think so. She wanted the person who did this to pay, wanted them to feel her loss. Anger flared inside her again as thoughts filled with hatred and revenge crossed her mind. What would she do in the future? What would happen now?

Smith nodded and said "Yes, I see. Well I have the rest of my army to land. Are the harbors secure yet? We need to see of these Death Guard before this turns into a guerilla war, it will get nasty if the local populous joins in. As well as that all Cities need to be secured, soon. And the Fictional, Army and Police force needs to be put back to work, fighting crime and extremism not us. If the locals start seeing my men picking people up they can add tyranny as well as mass murderer to their list of things they hate about us. My battalions will set off for the capital as soon as they have landed. If you wish we can supply your men with food rations and other consumables you may not want to fly in."

"I believe they are," Robert replied. "However you might have to check that, as we have a small transport fleet that should be coming in to take on the Ctanian Civilian Militia for the Homeland." He smiled, "We'd welcome the assistance by food or supplies, and I agree with you on the previous subject. We should possibly try to assist a reworking of the local authorities and collaborate to make it active again."

A young man walked away from Parliament, he was dressed in a modest suit but had a smile that could charm the pants from a nun.

OOC: Lol

IC:

Sophie headed down the VTOL landing bays below a field some distance from the graves. She boarded hers, and it lifted off, taking her to Whiskeasy.

OOC: Just going to speed this bit up, as otherwise i'll have loads of posts of her not actually doing anything.

Outside Former Prime Minister Daniels' House, Whiskeasy...

Sophie lay in a bush, a long rifle at her side. She looked down the scope at the former minister, taking aim at his head. She followed his movements, her finger tightening on the trigger.

Suddenly, a truck drove past and she lost sight of him. Her finger relaxed

"Shit" she muttered, covering the rifle and pulling a silenced M1911 from her holster. She moved away from the bush, and began to creep closer to the house itself.

Smith nodded and said “Excellent I will let you get on with your work then.” He popped a salute and headed off back to his command vehicle. He had an army to land.


Prime Minister-Elect Jack Daniels House, Beathshire, Whiskeasy

He sat down on the stool in the kitchen, he nursed his scotch in his left hand and a bottle of Vicodin in his right, he was so doped up he couldn't feel much, but he could feel the guilt. His life had turned to shit, his wife and children had left him when the drinking started, that was.... last week? The only person he came into contact to seemed to be his bodyguard, Wayne. He just got him his food from the kitchen and picked up his much needed scotch and prescription drugs. Poor Wayne he had tried to cheer him, but he just couldn't, he sat by the door in the hall at the front door. A country will do anything for their elected leader, even buy him alcohol and unneeded drugs.

They visited him at night sometimes, the terrible burns, the ones with no eyes. They called out to him, then they started to shamble towards him and every way he turned there was another mutilated person. Suddenly he would be in his bed and a little girl would sit next to him and say “All your fault!”

That was the point he woke up, for last week and half that had happened two or three times a night, he had to stay drunk, when he was that drunk he didn't remember them so much.

He popped another pill swallowing it down with a large gulp of whiskey, he didn't even wince at the taste anymore. He had aged twenty years in the past few days, his face was crinkled with despair and his hair had gone grey, before he had never had a grey hair on his head. He put his head down on the breakfast bar and breathed in heavily. Life was shit.




Ian Nairn's Convoy, Eris International Airport

He was sitting in the rather uncomfortable seat of a Warrior APC, with him was his assistant, James Something. James was the middle aged, boring man Ian would make do all the legwork. Ian's secretary Dorris Letterman, who was a stunning 5, 6” blonde ex-glamour model turned English Masters Degree at Marford University. And Gerald Waterman. Gerald was a bit of a black horse really, he was chief of security which meant he was ex-Special Forces and really good at it. He was in command of the four plain clothed bodyguards which would be protecting the group, when they arrived in Aquaria. Until then they were travelling with two Battalions of Armour, the 11th and the 22nd. Both part of the new Lyran manufactured “Iron Heart” divisions. They trundled off out of the airport. Pretty soon they would be running into the Fictional government.

Sophie watched for movement around the house. There didn't seem to be anyone there, apart from Daniels. She had watched him for some time. All he seemed to do was drink scotch and take pills. By the looks of things, she had arrived just in time, as there was no sign of his bodyguard.

She approached the front door, quickly opened it with a strange looking key, and slipped inside. Daniels' house had an air of grandeur about it, but there was also the air of downfall - the smell of whiskey, the empty coat hangers.

Paying little attention to this, she continued forward, hearing a clink of glass from the kitchen. Looking around the door, she saw Daniels sitting at the breakfast bar

"You!" she said, and edge of anger in her voice as she entered the room. Without giving him chance to react, she grabbed him and threw him against the wall of the kitchen. She was strong - abnormally strong. With him held against the wall, she pressed the pistol against his neck

"Did you order the attack on Fictions?" she asked, pressing the pistol harder

Daniels was hardly surprised when this strange women broke in. The Vicodin had just kicked in and he was feeling lightheaded. She slammed him against the wall and he didn't feel a thing, he could feel the cold steel, and looking down he saw the barrel of a silenced pistol. The shiny metal looked strange in the light and he saw wierd colours glinting of it. Vicodin wasn't supposed to mixed with alcohol, he sort of thought in his fuzzy brain.

The queasy lightheadedness swept over him again and he blinked as her words slowly drifted through his senses as he tried to put them to some coherent meaning. "Me?" He slurred, "I am Jack Daniels, I, I killed millions of people. On a word, because my government will always fire in retali.. retali.. vengance. So if that is what you mean then yes. I killed those people. I killed those..." He stopped talking as he felt something against his back.

He staggered a little against the wall. He was trapped against the woman and the picture of his young daughter at the beach. Angie, he loved her as much as a father could but a drunk father wasn't enough, he had slipped when he was drunk and had landed on her, that's when they had left. Jennifer, Angie, Joe even the dog Tiddles. The tears started to fall down his face. He felt somewhat more sober because of it, he felt the lightheadedness leave a little and he could think a little more. So he said "Kill me, I have nothing left. My family have left, my country has forced me to do things no man should do, I have killed millions of people. And their faces... They haunt me, everywhere I look, that little girl all burnt and then I realise it's Angie, my baby Angie." He stopped in thought and then continued. "Did I kill one of your relatives? Did I hurt one of your employers friends or family? I destroyed those people and all those lives, I branded our nation as murderers. And do you know why? Because of a 'suspected nuclear threat' apparently it was unavoidable. I should have thought more, I should have... I don't know what I should have.." He stood their his sad face looking beyond the strange woman to a photo, a photo taken a few years, a photo of him standing on a nuclear submarine. Namely the WMS Aptitude the only nuclear submarine in the Royal Whiskeasian Navy to fire a nuclear missile in anger.

Daniels was hardly surprised when this strange women broke in. The Vicodin had just kicked in and he was feeling lightheaded. She slammed him against the wall and he didn't feel a thing, he could feel the cold steel, and looking down he saw the barrel of a silenced pistol. The shiny metal looked strange in the light and he saw wierd colours glinting of it. Vicodin wasn't supposed to mixed with alcohol, he sort of thought in his fuzzy brain.

The queasy lightheadedness swept over him again and he blinked as her words slowly drifted through his senses as he tried to put them to some coherent meaning. "Me?" He slurred, "I am Jack Daniels, I, I killed millions of people. On a word, because my government will always fire in retali.. retali.. vengance. So if that is what you mean then yes. I killed those people. I killed those..." He stopped talking as he felt something against his back.

He staggered a little against the wall. He was trapped against the woman and the picture of his young daughter at the beach. Angie, he loved her as much as a father could but a drunk father wasn't enough, he had slipped when he was drunk and had landed on her, that's when they had left. Jennifer, Angie, Joe even the dog Tiddles. The tears started to fall down his face. He felt somewhat more sober because of it, he felt the lightheadedness leave a little and he could think a little more. So he said "Kill me, I have nothing left. My family have left, my country has forced me to do things no man should do, I have killed millions of people. And their faces... They haunt me, everywhere I look, that little girl all burnt and then I realise it's Angie, my baby Angie." He stopped in thought and then continued. "Did I kill one of your relatives? Did I hurt one of your employers friends or family? I destroyed those people and all those lives, I branded our nation as murderers. And do you know why? Because of a 'suspected nuclear threat' apparently it was unavoidable. I should have thought more, I should have... I don't know what I should have.." He stood their his sad face looking beyond the strange woman to a photo, a photo taken a few years, a photo of him standing on a nuclear submarine. Namely the WMS Aptitude the only nuclear submarine in the Royal Whiskeasian Navy to fire a nuclear missile in anger.

Sophie listened to him say what he had to, then pushed herself away from him and held the pistol close to his forhead. Her finger tightened around the gun, and her hand began to shake, causing the pistol to wobble violently. Finally, she exhaled a long breath, and lowered the pistol

"Too many people have died this week" she said, her voice quivering slightly "Here, give this to your leader"

She handed him a piece of paper, folded into a note which read

"We're watching you"

"And now, forget I was ever here" she said, holstering the pistol and heading out towards the front door

He watched her leave and looked down into the piece of paper. He crumpled it into a ball and threw it aside. He wobbled over to his bottle of twelve year old malt. Three swift draughts later and he was passed out on the sofa.

All your fault!

He jumped awake, his hand pushing out in the darkness. He was vaguely sober and he realized he had to change his life. For his family. He looked into the corner of the room and saw the scrap of paper. He threw it in the bin. He had a life to deal with.

He staggered out of the room and shouted "Wayne! 'm ready for counseling!"

CA Aquaria

Outside the ministries office a large crowd had gathered. A protest, someone had made a large signs bearing the legends “Foreigners Out!” and “No Occupation” for a while it was chaos everyone yelling anything, some people, in the true spirit of Fictions ultra-nationalism, were armed. One such man, he had a an AK slung across his back and was holding a megaphone clambered up onto a car and addressed the mob, which fell quiet after about the second sentence.
“-have killed millions, and now they expect us to accept their occupation and tyranny! They say they want to help, but if that is really what they wanted they would just leave before they can do yet more damage! No, These people don't care for us, or for those who died! They care for one thing and that's themselves! They Will destroy our culture! Our Lives! Everything we know! They will colonise us, they will lay claim to our resources, They will rape our nation of anything of worth! Will we stand for this?”
As one the crowd responded, it was clear that everyone present shared this man's views, once the noise died down the spoke again.
“We shall not stand foreign oppression! We shall not let our nation fall into the hands of these foreign ghosts!” There crowd showed it's agreement enthusiastically and started chanting
“Foreigners Out! Foreigners Out!”

***

Ministries Office, Nita's Study

“Ma'am, their getting quite out of control, and a lot of them are armed, things could get bad real fast, especially when the envoys arrive. If you would, give me permission to get the riot police involved”
Nita sat bolt upright at this, the last thing she needed was the riot police to get involved, not while occupied. Not while three nations were watching her government's every move for the slightest slip up.
“Surely there is better alternative?”
“Not one that is readily available, no”
“Fine, but, and I want to make my self very clear on this; Tear-gas and Non-Lethal weapons only, do you understand?”
“Yes ma'am” The aide turned to leave but Nita stopped him
“Any more news from Espias?”
“Nothing good ma'am” He replied, and left it at that

***

City Espias

It was nearly a week since the bombing and rescue operations were still underway. City Espias had been the second most populated city in the country and they were still Turing out masses of the dead, each night since the attack the valley around the city was lit up by funeral pyres as the bodies, millions of them, were burned in mass cremations, for you could not leave so many copses lying around. Even some of those who had been found alive died from their injuries.
Despite the best efforts of everyone involved, resources were low and many of the survivors died of weakens caused by undernourishment while others fell sick because of the radiation, their organs rotting and dissolving, coming out in black liquid...

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Flag of the United Republic of Anagonia
Declaration of Peace and Neutrality

TO: All Nations Involved
FROM: Caster Oblivion - Acting Chief Governor

I before my fellow brothers and sisters of the world today to inform you of a decision I have reached concerning the fate of the United Republic and her involvement in the Global War. I understand that Johnny, while the true Chief Governor and probably having more sense than me, would have never undertaken such a diplomatic proposition as I did, one must understand that first I am The Peoples Leader, and Second a Warrior. Perhaps it is this inexperience as a true Warrior of Anagonia that led me to the conclusion that millions upon millions of my Peoples death's would seem quite useless as the invasion fleets neared. Maybe a few Leaders would have concluded death before submission, preferring the afterlife and her bounties over the living and those that need protection.

Unfortunately, not me.

I have served for decades as the Chief of Foreign Affairs and Activities under countless Chief Governor's, doing my job as best as possible. Never once was the position placed upon me where my decisions directly effected the outcome of my Homeland's fate upon this earth. It was like a horrible wake-up call for me when the time came to step into these impossible shoes of leadership and take charge, many of you now knowing the Terrorist Attacks that claimed Johnny Standford's life. I was ill-prepared then for the task. Yet, looking at it now, I don't think I can honestly say I have failed my people in any respects.

Last night, before the invasion of Mainland Anagonia and before I dared send more of Anagonia's bravest warriors to their deaths, I met with representatives from the Protectorate of Lyras and the Reich of The Peoples Freedom. Together we discussed in diplomatic terms the objective of the war at hand against Anagonia and the ultimate desire for the outcome of said war. Face with impossible odds, even with the assistance of the most worthy allies ever to come to the United Republic's aid, I found no reasonable alternative. I was forced to conclude the magnitude of the situation and held an emergency meeting with a representative from the Communist Federation of Stoklomolvi. Together we jointly agreed on a few things, but one thing in particular. Millions of innocents would undoubtedly die in the name of defending our protection of Stoklomolvi, and that was something we universally did not want.

After a short discussion, I formally declared proposed a Peace Accord that was further ratified by all parties invading the United Republic. The basic's of the Accord are as follows:

A) Cessation of current hostilies and re-establishment of normal peacetime relations between all parties.
B) Cessation of all Anagonian support for communist forces, in all theatres. Time is granted to the United Republic to withdraw in good order.
C) West Island shall remain sovereign to the United Republic, and is granted to the Reich as unrestricted leasehold.
D) Lyran and Anagonian militaries agree to establish military facilities on each others soil, under unrestricted leasehold, the details of which can be established at a later date.

A small victory was gained when Anagonia was permitted to continue normal operations in the nation of Fictions, the origin of the cowardly terrorist attack that took our previous Chief Governor's life. This was held true only if Anagonian assets did not assist Communist agenda's in any manner, and therefore as of this morning I am fully enacting this Peace Accord. All Anagonian Assets in Stoklomolvi are being pulled back to the Homeland, as with all Forces in theatres assisting the Communist Agenda around the globe. It is an unfortunate act that I must oblige by, either forced or pressed, and therefore will not break for the sake of what honor Anagonia remains to have on the World Stage.

I firmly believe this outcome was the best to result from the Invasion, and the war in general. While I would like to have seen Anagonia follow triumphantly alongside our dear Allies in the Stoklomolvi Coalition, I cannot willingly state that this following could be undertaken with the loss of millions of civilian innocents. It is with this knowledge that I accepted this Peace Accord, and with this knowledge that I believe I made the right decision. My deepest apologies go out to all our allies whom need our assistance currently, but I must state again that Anagonia shall honor this Peace Accord to the letter and back down from the Global War into neutrality.

With Deepest Respects to all whom stood beside us in our time of need,
Caster Oblivion
Acting Chief Governor of the United Republic of Anagonia

OOC: IC post incoming to specifically state non-involvement in Wartime Affairs, yet acknowledge continued presence of Forces and perhaps an extension to continue Anagonian solo involvement without involvement in any Coalition of the War. All according to Peace Accord.

The riot police had been called in, but their orders were different than usual. Normally the riot police was more of an execution squad, sent out to deal with political dissidents but now they had orders to use non lethal force only. Tear-gas, rubber bullets and tasers. conventional anti-riot methods used by 'civilised' nations, yes they used tear-gas also, but not these 'humane' weapons. Of course, the protesters did not have to know that, for all they knew they were the same as usual so when they approached the scene of the protest many of the people made a run for it, fearing for their lives. Others, the braver or more fanatic people stayed and continued their protest, The riot police took up their positions as though everything would be done in the usual manner. A few more lost their nerve and left. the first tear-gas grenade was set off. Those caught in in the cloud scattered, coughing and spluttering their eyes and throats burning. The whole incident lasted about six minutes and the worst, those who did not leave were arrested.
This was the first time a protest without any deaths has happened.

Ian Nairn's Convoy, CA Aquaria

The two battalions of Armour rolled into the city, it was quite and subdued. There was a heavy police presence on the ground and what smelt like tear gas. it looked third world in places, rubbish everywhere buildings destroyed, the squaddie on air guard said "Looks worse then back home after New Year.." The people were not on the streets and often windows were slammed and things thrown at them. More than a couple of warning shots were fired.

They soon arrived at the Ministerial Buildings in Fictions, another brigade was expected shortly and Ian and his team dismounted. The APC moved off, the rest of the battalion patrolling the streets. Another company of men were in their vehicles, waiting.

Noting the Whiskeasy envoy, an aide was sent to greet them.
“Ah, you must be the party from, Whiskeasy?” The man waited for confirmation, receiving it, he continued “Yes, the nuclear nation, if you would follow me please” He lead them into the building and to the Conferance room (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=14371229#post14371229)

(OOC: To reiterate; a meetig between the occupiers of my nation and my nation's government takes place here: http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showthread.php?p=14371229#post14371229)

To: Nita Ellison, Provisional Government of Fictions
CC: Anagonia, Whiskeasy, Ustio North
From: Luis Aviation, C. of DC
Re: Investment

We would like to set up an aircraft manufacturing complex in your nation, to help you get back on your feet. We would establish it as near as possible to the city of Espias, to help the region recover from the nuclear attack launched against it. This complex would include a radar production factory operated by Vo Electronics, as well as two large-scale aircraft assembly facilities. We would conform to local labor standards, and hire local managers to avoid conflict with local labor culture. We would hire Fictional architects and construction companies to build the factory, to further help the region rebuild. Finally, we would build, at our expense, housing and medical clinics near the complex not only for the employees themselves, but also for internally-displaced refugees.
We hope you accept our offer to help restore your nation.

(OOC: I have no real intention of rebuilding Espias, firstly for many, many years it will be uninhabitable and even when the radiation has cleared people will still not want to go near it because of superstition)

To: Luis Aviation, C. of DC
From: Nita Ellison, Ruler of Fictions, Minister of Foreign affairs
RE: Investment

Your offer to build an aircraft manufacturing complex is appreciated but your choice in location is an unwise one at best. You are probably aware of the recent nuclear attack, which, to this day, are still conducting operations to clear the dead from the city and maybe find more survivors. It would perhaps be better if you have your facilities near another city as that would perhaps be better in the long run.

OOC - fair enough.
Would this become an issue for the occupying powers?

To: Nita Ellison, Ruler of Fictions and Minister of Foreign Affairs of Fictions
From: Luis Aviation, CEO of Luis Aviation, C. of DC
Re: Investment

I was aware of the nuclear attack on the city, but not of the sheer extent of the damage done and of the refugee crisis sparked by the attack. I had hoped that the region, if not the city itself, would've been able to begin recovery soon; from what you say, it sounds like such a recovery will be decades in the making, at best.

Perhaps City Tyrosor would be a better choice? The center of Fictional culture ought to lead the recovery of Fictions itself. We could also set up a satellite facility for the production of our line of short-range missiles in City Ibea, with extra housing and clinics to help ease the refugee crisis.

I hope our offer helps you in your efforts to rebuild and recover.