NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC: A mass war RP based on the following is going to happen - just much later in the future though. The title of this thread comes from a policy of the Khmer Rouge who the rebels in Soryanastan are based upon significantly. Besides, I want to RP a nation like this for a while. :tongue:

Soryanastan. No one had ever heard of this nation except in the few tourism ads that crept onto the airwaves to give you a look into a nation where hedonism reigned over the minds and hearts of the citizens. Most of those ads, anyways, were on late at night and were usually made by the sex tourism industry since prostitution had, by all means, been a fully acceptable practice to many citizens except for the moralists who had, for two centuries, tried to change public opinion. It wasn't uncommon to find, for example, lesbian brothels that catered to women who sought the company of other women - in fact, they say the oldest brothel in Soryanastan is, indeed, a lesbian one. That just boils the blood of a moralist even more.

It was once a constitutional monarchy organized on the British model but the recent successful revolution of the National Salvation Front, a paternalistic Communist militia, had pretty much paralyzed this hedonistic paradise and transformed it into a shithole where allegations of genocide rung throughout the minds of observers. Everything that was old, from the monarchy to even the basic parts of Soryana culture, were pretty much utterly destroyed in the pursuit of a Communist utopia - if you resisted then you were just shot without trial most of the time but, if you are a woman, you were kept as a comfort woman first and then shot. Children, too, could be shot. Or raped. Or beaten. It really depended on the individual commissar more than the Party which, indeed, never seemed to concern itself with the murder of children committed by its own officials. In fact, the Party usually believed that its officials were killing people who were just going to cause problems if left alone.

Life in the new Soryanastan usually consisted of repetitive propaganda on a continuous loop although some people passed the time in a variety of ways. Carrying on the tradition of a legendary lesbian aristocrat, a middle aged woman had been running a lesbian brothel in the red light district (to entertain anyone from the average Jane to female members of the NSF, etc) while intellectuals gathered in usually empty cafes to talk before being hounded by their fears that they'd be arrested and executed. They envied the prostitutes who could easily escape execution although, truth be told, not all of them were lucky - their safety was never certain. The Royal Palace was now the villa of the leader of the National Salvation Front - a man by the name of Espar Singhenov who was described in anti-NSF propaganda as a cruel and paranoid bastard. He was the sort of man who triumphed the cause of soldiers who went on murder sprees after the old government fell. When he was told about the mass war rape epidemic affecting wives and daughters of members of Parliament, etc and how it was still ongoing, all Singhenov could say was that it was good to see them get what they deserved.

No one knew where Janata, the (possibly) sole surviving member of the Royal Family, had been and the usual assumption was that she was being used as a comfort girl by depraved soldiers or that she was killed in the turmoil that took place in the capital when the government collapsed. She was, in reality, hiding out in a beach house with 75 loyalists. After a while, they had decided to set sail for another nation. Who would pick them up? Pick up a barely fourteen year old princess, 75 loyalists, and a bunch of nurses and maids?

OOC: Any nation is free to find the yacht. Please do not harm or kill Janata and the 75 loyalists since they will form an essential component of future stories. You may refuse to help them if you wish but I prefer that someone take them in. Someone preferably experienced with war RPs, etc. If someone has been spotted helping the yacht then please know you can still take part in this!

The Battlehawk Navy Cruiser Endeavour had been trailing the yacht for some hours, staying our of visual range until they were sure no threat was posed by the small vessel. Once the ships Commanding Officer was satisified the Endeavour's helm officer engaged the engines and the Endeavour was soon coming up alongside the small yacht. The ships CO; Captain James Right announced over a megaphone
Unidetified Yacht this is the Republic of the Battlehawk Ship Endeavour, do you require assistance?

The Battlehawk Navy Cruiser Endeavour had been trailing the yacht for some hours, staying our of visual range until they were sure no threat was posed by the small vessel. Once the ships Commanding Officer was satisified the Endeavour's helm officer engaged the engines and the Endeavour was soon coming up alongside the small yacht. The ships CO; Captain James Right announced over a megaphone
Unidetified Yacht this is the Republic of the Battlehawk Ship Endeavour, do you require assistance?

The captain of the yacht was a naval officer who escaped the mass purge that took the lives of his comrades. Knowing that the approaching cruiser was not at all affliated with the makeshift Revolutionary Navy, he sent a communication to them without quarrel.

"We require a port to land at - our nation was recently seized by Communist rebels and now we are in search of a place to establish a government-in-exile....."

The INS Exodus was currently located somewhere near Soryanastan, or according to the crew of the Exodus, SAS. Sory-Ana-Stan. Their commander was currently Admiral Avi ben Moses, a young Jewish man who had just recently become an Admiral and commander of the destroyer Exodus, which had been directed by the government to patrol SAS waters after the recent 'revolution' of sorts. Of course, that was before that particularly government collapsed as the result of a terrorist attack, and any orders wouldn't be changed until the government was re-established or Aliyah Benziri seized power and turn the nation into something much like Soryanastan. Well, that was corruption summed up.

The crew of the ship were patrolling as required, bored with the same old routine which should have created an international incident of major proportions, but didn't for some odd reason or another. A young sailor by the name of Moses had spotted a small yacht which was sailing, along with a teenage girl and a band of over 30 men and women. Beside it, some ship was calling out to it.

"Yes?" asked Admiral Avi, smoking a small cigarette as one of his advisors walked into his small 'office'.

"Sir, we appear to have spotted a small yacht with-" This was Moses.

"Rescue them," ordered a exhausted Avi, virtually making Moses think he was telepathic.

*

In about seven minutes, several lifeboats from the Exodus were scooting across the water towards the yacht, full of at least 50 people and a teenager.

The first one to speak was Moses. He held out his hand to the young girl, who appeared to be the leader somehow. There was one per lifeboat, and it wouldn't be possible to take all of the refugees - no, they were unidentified - onto the Exodus.

"Ma'am, we are the INS Exodus crew," spoke Moses. "We are here to simply rescue you and all your friends. If you wish for safety, I beg to come with me to my home country of Isira, with some of your friends."

"Please make your choice, ma'am."

Although the yacht had been been trailed by the BNC Endeavour for some time, it had done so completely unaware of another ship in the area. The SRS Fallen Star, a heavily modified Zumwalt Class destroyer under the command of the Special Research & Projects Agency, had been tailing the cruiser as well. It had been monitoring the communications, and when it heard the need for a port, a VTOL helicopter was launched to indicate the ships location. It hovered over the yacht, the masked occupants watching the yacht with intent

OOC: Not to push BH out of this RP, but SRPA has harboured would-be governments before. They operate beyond the boundaries of my government, so even if your goals are directly opposed to my nations, you can still be in exile with SRPA.

OOC: You do know my ship, The Endeavour is currently about twenty metres to port

IC:

We can gladly take you back to the Battlehawk where I'm sure there'll be no problems to your establishing a goverment in exile, we may even be able to help.

OOC: Ustio, the occupants of the yacht generally want to restore the constitutional monarchy that was abolished by the Communists. That's all they want. When they do, if at all, they'll be remembered much like the men who petitioned William of Orange to dethrone James II of England. As for the yacht, it will go with the Battlehawk's ship but, perhaps, the Isirans and Ustians could provide support for the two ships?

((OOC: Oh. Fucking time zones. Anyway, I'll just opt out then. IC post coming later.))

((OOC: Oh. Fucking time zones. Anyway, I'll just opt out then. IC post coming later.))

OOC: You don't need to opt out. Just provide security.....who is to say that the Communists haven't sent people out to look for the Princess and her friends? ;)

OOC: Ustio, the occupants of the yacht generally want to restore the constitutional monarchy that was abolished by the Communists. That's all they want. When they do, if at all, they'll be remembered much like the men who petitioned William of Orange to dethrone James II of England. As for the yacht, it will go with the Battlehawk's ship but, perhaps, the Isirans and Ustians could provide support for the two ships?

OOC: 'Fraid not. Although they would help you if you were alone, SRPA don't work with any military forces outside of their ranks, with the exception of Lynion, due to the level of secrecy involved with them. Since i'm probably not going to be in this anymore, as if you're going with BH then they'll make themselves scarce, I won't bother explaining why. Also, they're not affiliated with Ustio apart from the fact that they have several secure bases there and have infiltrated the current government, so if you're reffering to them call them Sentinels, so nobody gets confused thinking they were sent by my government, when they came here of their own agenda.

OOC: 'Fraid not. Although they would help you if you were alone, SRPA don't work with any military forces outside of their ranks, with the exception of Lynion, due to the level of secrecy involved with them. Since i'm probably not going to be in this anymore, as if you're going with BH then they'll make themselves scarce, I won't bother explaining why.

OOC: No problem then. You are free to come back in whenever you want. I'm going to be making a long saga out of this - basically RPing a bunch of stories about how the conflict in Soryanastan gets worse and worse before the Communists are finally forced to fight off a massive foreign invasion - if I can get enough nations to participate. :D

((OOC: Yeah, I suppose I have to agree with Ustio. ROTB can take care of this shit, I'll just pull out.))

((OOC: Yeah, I suppose I have to agree with Ustio. ROTB can take care of this shit, I'll just pull out.))

OOC: You can still take part in this, Isira. There's a lot more to come.

((OOC: I'll make up my mind whenever you get the IC post done. As long as I get my Executive Orders thing going, I'm happy. Can Soryanastan be the UIR?))

Official Foreign Ministry Statement

In lieu of the current situation involving civil instability within the nation of Soryanastan, the Foreign Ministry has issued to the government of the nation the following:

Due to alleged criminal activities and the illegal establishment of a communist government against the cause of the common, good, and the danger communism poses to both the people and surrounding nations, Alfegos has declared that the following statuses be issued to the nation:
Trade - RED
Civilian Transit - RED
Government Co-operation - ORANGE

Thus, with the elevation of two statuses to red, a state of trade embargo is declared on the nation of Soryanstan. We will allow a period of grace of 24 hours to allow final supplies into the nation, before all trade will be cut off, with any attempts to leave national waters or for ships to enter being met with resistant force up the neutralisation of ships that fail to heed all warnings.
In addition, all free movement of citizens of Soryanstan will be suspended indefinitely, with all citizens requesting entry to Alfegos requiring to apply for refugee status if they are to be allowed entry without being deported back to Soryanstan.

If you have any problems with this, we will be happy to listen to your pleas, though will be unlikely to listen at this present stage.

In addition, the Foreign Ministry has placed a flight stop order on all civilian flights to Soryanstan, with civilians requested not to visit the country under any circumstances.

Off the Coast of Soryanastan

Jimmy James, the wealthy Beatusian Industrialist, was relaxing on the deck of his yacht, when he noticed a group of ships in the same general area on the horizon. "What's going on over there?" he shouted to the captain, who was also looking in that direction.
"Well, Mr. James, we have intercepted radio transmissions, it appears that a yacht, carrying political refugees, from a nation that recently suffered a civil war, is seeking assistance, and safe refuge. We are actually not far from their nation, now," He said, pointing in the opposite direction from the other ships.
Mr. James was a little concerned, the people who took over that nation, would likely come looking for the yacht, as it's passengers must pose a sever threat to their reign. It took him minutes to realize, that chances were, the rebels didn't have a good description of the yacht, and his was closer to the rebels than the real one. "Captain, change course make for those ships, I don't want to take any chances, revolutionaries aren't well known for caring about collateral damage. Radio the ships, and request protection, given the situation, and the risk to boats in the area."
"Aye, aye, Sir," the captain said, returning to the bridge. Soon after the ship altered course, and a message was sent out, "Attention yacht, and protection force, this is the SS James James II, upon receiving your radio transmissions, we feel that, our safety in this area is also in question, as we may be confused for the royal yacht, and request protection also."

Anyone who left the nation betrayed it but to the many who were hoping to get aboard makeshift boats and get out of their homeland, this wasn't even on their minds at all because they were far more concerned with their lives rather than what people would think about them. As the ships were being boarded by refugees, Communist mobs would harass them with anything they could think of from hails of bullets to rocks and bottles. In response, some refugees fought back but usually ended up going to labor camps if they were arrested. For those refugees who got out of the nation, many of them headed over to Alfegos. It was possible for the Isirans and others to see refugee ships quickly trying to find ports. Intellectuals, officers, clergymen, families and many others were on these ships. Some of these ships were even fishing boats which had been harnessed to help out in the struggle.

Back in Soryanastan, the situation was decaying rapidly with the mass purges still being conducted by local commissars at the behest of the Party which was headquartered in the old Palace of Parliament. Martial law had been declared all across the land until further notice - curfews, however, wouldn't stop people from heading out to enjoy themselves in what the people referred to as the Underground. It was a term used for the many hideouts of vice and anti-Communism that existed. People went to the Underground for many reasons. They may have wanted to escape the harsh reality of Communist rule, spiced up their marriages, have one night stands, or just drink themselves nearly to death. Everyone had their reasons for being in the Underground. Of course, the Communists would destroy any Underground establishment they discovered. Unless they had been persuaded otherwise not to - usually by financial or sexual bribes.

Religion was essentially crushed by the National Salvation Front which viewed it as a threat to its message that the people must be guided by the NSF rather than by anyone else including a faith system. Religious buildings were usually torched and attacked by Communist mobs while clergy were massacred and sent to labor camps. Many nuns went into hiding in the mountain regions when it was discovered that Communists were raiding convents for comfort women. They raided everywhere for comfort women. Even schoolgirls could be taken. Depravity was the middle name of many Communist soldiers. Their hedonism went against the one many Soryana people were known to relish.

As the Communists continued to inspire fear in the hearts of the citizens, the people of Soryanastan wondered when peace would return, if at all, to their beloved nation.

OOC: Any nation can either support the rebels who have seized power or condemn them.

Before the outbreak of violence many faithful Christians from Motokata set out to preach and do good. Much of the country was poor and didn't have much, so they helped grow crops with farmers, mend homes and be good citizens and teach their words of Christ. Aina among five others settled in small village in the southern half of the country. It was usually warm which was good, as Motokata was a tropical climate. With every morning came her prayer dressing and preparing for another hard day's work.

Official Message from the Aissurian Ministry of Foreign Affairs





At this time our Government has change policy towards the nation of Soryanstan. After viewing the establishment of a Communist government, although we do not view it as terribly evil, and seeing the various crimes and atrocities committed, we have enacted an Embargo on Soryanstan. At this time all civilian and federal trade heading to Soryanstan has been called back and any Aissurian civilians in Soryanstan have been called back. Additionally, we are deploying Naval Assets to the area to support refugees who are fleeing the country. We wish to open the borders of Aissur to any refugee who is fleeing Soryanstan. We have also started The Aissurian Fund for Soryani.
(((Not sure what the adjective is))) Refugees. Which any refugee can take advantage of once in Aissur. This is a warning, do not continue committing any crimes against civilians. We do not recognize the new Communist Government.





Signed,
Auguste Aldridge
Current head of the Ministry of Foreign Affairs

Frédéric Buckingham
Head of the Ministry of Defense

Claude Bigler
Current Head of the Ministry of Internal Affairs

Édouard Yule
Current Head of the Ministry of Finances

Alexandre Beaufort
Current King of Aissur

OOC: Soryana, i've had a thought on how I can be involved in this RP. I'll make a post about it tomorrow.

FRLS Zeus

The Lamonian Defiance class Destroyer normally wouldn't be in this area at all, but a hurricane was doing what such storms will on the normal routing between the Free Republic, and Yanitaria. At the current juncture of the ship's journey, that left only the route that went past Soryanastan.

The FRLS Zeus was commanded by Captain Gregory Silenz; who had been in command of the ship for five years. The Captain was on the promotion list for Rear Admiral, and would likely be promoted when the Lamonian Senate introduced the next bill with the names of flag officers on it.

Lamoni had never had contact with Soryanastan before, so the crew was keeping a more watchful eye than normal; especially with radio reports of a civil war occurring there. The Captain was hopeful of being able to just speed through the area; but he didn't know that fate had other plans. One of the ship's lookouts had spotted makeshift rafts with people on them, and the Captain decided to slow down and lend assistance to these people.

An Inflatable RHIB boat was lowered into the water with two armed crewmen, and they ended up picking up five survivors. The survivors looked like they had been without food or water for some days, and were brought back to the ship for medical attention. The ship's corpsman started an IV drip for each of the survivors, and treated them for any minor injuries that they might have suffered. In the meantime, Captain Silenz was waiting for the first sign that any of their new passengers was coming around; for he had questions that only they could answer.

In Etoile Arcture the condemnation of the National Salvation Front and the new communist government in Soryanastan had come swiftly and loudly. With the number of oppressive regimes in the world seemingly multiplying every year like bacteria in a petri dish the Diplomatic Directorate was almost at the point of sending form letters as a register of diplomatic dissaproval. In line with their neighbour to the north Alfegos a full arms and trade embargo was also slapped on top of the diplomatic notes. Though with the little to no prior dealings even pre-revolution this would be little more than a formality and gesture than any real sanction.

More pressing were as, the rolling news channels and newspapers would soon begin to describe them as, the boatpeople from Soryanastan. The initial flood of refugees would be not on Etoile Arcture’s border but far out in open ocean. Normally the destroyers and submarines of the Maritime Force would silently prowl as the outer limit of the nations defence, but the reports of barely seaworthy ships and the desparate passengers they carried had moved the populace and law makers that had been horrified and disgusted by the actions of the new communist government, whoi in turn moved the Maritime Force into the area.

Closest to the area was the EAS Songster, a modernised DDG 51 guided missile destroyer with a crew of over three hundred sailors and Marine infantry. Sent to relieve ships on another humanitarian mission in the Black Sea it had been diverted to international waters outside Soryanastan and had so far rescued 39 souls from two separate boats, one of which had been sinking.

Ordered now to cruise closer to Soryanastan territorial waters it had come across the situation involving the BNC Endeavour, SRS Fallen Star and the yacht. In the EAS Songster’s command centre her commander, Captain Draper, had listened to a radio intercept between the ships and aprised his highers and betters who in turn were waiting for their instructions from the politicians in Concordia. A decision to offer asylum to the self-declared government-in-exile came swiftly, likely having already been made.

“Stand-by, comm,” Draper had told his officer as he read the message he had recieved from his political masters. “Send the following. Start. To unidentified yacht. The government of the Unitary Technocracy of Etoile Arcture extends asylum to all Soryanastan citizens fleeing the new communist regime in your country. Any high ranking officials of the previous government will be accorded their full diplomatic status and will be recognised as being the rightful and lawful representatives of the Soryanastan people. End message.”

Ordering both Seahawk helicopters to prep and a RHIB with a team of Marine infantry to stand ready it was now in the hands of those aboard the yacht over what the next move would be.

Cameras flashed and reporters scrambled to find their seats as President R.L., leader of the people of the Dominion of Ruthless Slaughter, walked to the podium. The speech would be broadcast over international television. A hush fell over the press as he began to speak,

"Ladies and gentlemen of the press, citizens of our glorious Dominion, today is a dark day for all nations of the free world. My Intelligence Minister has informed of a bloody coup similar in nature to the one that overthrew Tsarist Russia has occurred in the nation of Soryanastan. The constitutional monarchy has been overthrown and reports of genocide have been circulating throughout the intelligence community.

This new 'Communist' regime, like all governments claiming that ideology, is little more than an oppressive assembly of bullies that call themselves the State. Communism in its pure form has long been disproven to work in practice, with Democracy being the highest form of government made by Humanity."

The crowd applauded at this and as it died down the President resumed,

"Equal rights have been abolished and the regime is highly patriarchal. Women are little than tools for advancing the population and a means of 'comfort' to the thugs that call themselves a nation's army. Dissidents have been shot outright without a trial and the women, including children, have been raped repeatedly before being murdered. These atrocities cannot be tolerated!"

More applause before he pressed on,

"A vessel has been discovered in International Waters, and it is said to carry the last living member of the deposed royal family. As friendly naval vessels continue to rush to the scene our thoughts and prayers are with her and the loyalists present on that yacht. Let it be known that our harbors are always open to them and anyone who been the victim of oppressive regimes. A detachment of the Dominion Defense Forces are on standby should the rightful leader of Soryanastan require support in the retaking of her homeland.

Our national motto is, 'Working toward a brighter future for our citizens'. And the same is true for the world. Since we have no existing trade agreements with Soryanastan embargoes and sanctions would mean nothing. Since the Dominion recognizes the individual on that vessel as the rightful head of government, we will not move without her permission but are prepared to take any action be it naval blockade or an all-out invasion. God bless the Dominion, and God bless the remnants of the Soryanastani monarchy. Our hearts go out to you."

Amidst the applause and barrage of questions from reporters he turned and walked off of the podium and quickly made his way back to the Central Government Offices; there was work to be done.

OOC: All nations who have sighed the yacht are encouraged to put sanctions, etc on Soryanastan. When the time is right, I shall allow you all to send soldiers for an invasion.

ooc has any one picked her up from the boat ?

‘5 o’clock…5.30…5.45…almost there…’

Katie sat at her desk and looked up at the large clock on the wall. It was getting late, she was still stuck at work and if she was not careful then she would be caught out at night. Something she really had no desire to do. The fierce, orange sun was starting to dip below the darkened horizon, casting a shadow over the chaos that was Soryanastan. The pale, autumn light was magnified by the brilliant glass of the tall, faceless office block which she called her work and where she earned her living. She was lucky. Lucky she was not one of…them. She sighed and looked around the dark room, filled with hundreds of desks, all separated by wooden boards so one could not spy on one’s Neighbours…not that it really mattered, but it was nice to have that kind of security there and ready. It was about the only security she could think of in the capital but then that didn’t surprise her.

The young, black haired woman looked back down at her desk, a cheap, pinewood piece of nonsense that housed all the documents she needed. It was part of her job. To read through the phone calls of dozens of people to see if they were making any remarks against the State and against the leader most of all, Singhenov himself. He knew how to takeover a country…she could give him that at least…he knew how to suppress a people’s will. He had done it effectively and now the entire country was under his boot. Now she kept an eye out for anything that even suggested unhappiness with the regime. Once she found something suspicious, she would report it to her Superior and he would be sure that it got to Headquarters and that a couple of Agents would be sent to the house in question to make sure that the Opponent ‘agreed’ to take an oath of silence, either with a bullet in the head or which a scanty dress in one of the city’s less charming districts. She knew it was the fate that awaited her as well if the government suspected her of tolerance. She would end up like them…so she did her job…if only because she didn’t have a choice.

“Katie”

The woman looked up at hearing her name, looking at the tall man who was her superior, dressing in a white shirt with a green tie and wide glasses. She raised an eyebrow in query, but didn’t get up. She didn’t know what this was about and she was prepared for the worst. She always was. In her occupation she had to be.

“Comrade?” She sighed as she used the term. She had to, it was law. They were all the same now under the mighty Revolution. As Karl Marx, the founder of the goddamned ‘Revolution, had stated, “All men are born equal” For the state of Soryanastan though, she liked the term coined a considerable time afterwards. She wasn’t sure who,
“All men are born equal…but some are born more equal than others”
She thought it suited the situation well.

“Listen…it’s getting late,” Her Superior stated in a nervous voice, eyes moving between the view outside of the dipping sun, the clock on the wall and the cleavage of the woman in front of him. He was glad that she was working in his Section. She was easily the most attractive woman in the whole building.

She was not that tall, about 5’10’’ with a lithe, slender body that complimented her fullsome breasts. She had a cute face, with a small noise and rosy-red lips. She was adorned with wonderfully smooth, tanned skin and deep blue eyes that could make a man of stone melt in the face of one her stares. Her long, black hair seemed to shine in any light and was as glossy as silk. She was enchanting, she was captivating, she was stunning. The Superior did not want to lose her to a brothel.

“It’s getting late,” he started again, having stumbled over his words as usual in the face of her beauty, “You may want to get home before the curfew. You don’t want to be caught outside when…” he left the sentence unsaid, both knowing the full force of words and terror that they held for all citizens, especially the women. She had to get home before the risk increased beyond compare. She had to be home before the curfew time.

“Of course, Comrade,” Katie nodded tiredly and smiled, revealing her white teeth and perfect smile that made her even more captivating. He had never seen her legs but he knew they were long and probably the most gorgeous thing he had ever seen. He so badly wanted her and, under the new system, he could have had her, but there was something around her, something that suggested power and strength. He knew it was probably in his mind but he dared not test out that theory.

He watched her as she gather her stuff together, a small bag and a long, black coat to go over her blue shirt and deep, blue jeans. She was also wearing a pair of red shoes that would have stood out on any other person but seemed to just compliment her looks. Everything she wore, complemented her looks. She was just the perfect example of a woman. She slipped the coat on, refusing his offer of assistance and held the bag in one hand. Apart from a cheap watch and a few fake jewels, she wore little that would make her stand out in a crowd. That was good. That was what was needed in this day and age. As she left, her shoes making a delicate click with each steep on the linoleum floor, he felt a pang in his heart as she silently closed the door. Now the man was alone. He sighed and supposed he should lock up and rush home himself, before the curfew came into effect and no member of the party, no matter how fanatic they were, could persuade the Police that his intentions were purely innocent.

Katie walked down the few levels of stairs, not taking the lift, keeping an eye out for any signs of potential trouble. She came to her car, a rather simple and average vehicle, into which she sat and drove off, into the streets and the undeclared race to get back to her apartment before all hell broke loose. She knew that she was in more trouble than most if she were to be caught. She was a foreign national, an Alversian to be exact and that if she were actually captured, then she would be in so much trouble that it would make her wince. However, she kept her eyes straight ahead, did not make eye contact with either the soldiers on the side of the road checking the ID’s of people passing in the street or the men who wanted a gift from the women of this country. Quite simply, she drove home as she would normally, taking the correct turns, waiting at the traffic lights, letting the government vehicles pass by without so much as a beep of protest. She knew that might was right in these days and that anyone who had so much as a symbol of the party stamped on their car deserved a wide berth, just in case things went to crap and there was no way to defend oneself. Then it was always useful to have someone in the Party on their side, either by paying them or giving them…’favours’…Katie had saw fit to do neither and so she was almost totally on her own in this country. If it were not for her flatmates, then she would be on her own.

She passed the familiar sights, the white stone houses, the mighty and ornate churches that were no longer a part of this country’s heritage. The Civil Buildings that were no longer civil and the brothels that signalled the direction the country had taken since the fall of the Monarchy. She knew that many of her friends had ended up there, either to flee the government prosecution or forced there by the government itself. She knew that she could easily end up there. Suddenly the gap between right and wrong had shrunk until it was no longer visible. The government would surely collapse if it where not for the Secret Police and it’s ruthless efficiency. That was another thing she had to appreciate. They knew how to kill people efficiently. She sighed as she turned left, towards her home.


The sun had finally disappeared beyond the horizon as she arrived home, pulling into the wide car park, filled with only a few simple cars like her own. Plunging the entire city into darkness, just before the streetlights flickered on. She looked up at her home, an apartment that was as white as any other in the neighbourhood. She looked up at the four floor building, each floor with an all-round balcony that had stairs down to the ground floor. Katie began up these steps and stopped, looking around the silent car park. She shook her head. Something was wrong. She stopped walking up the stairs, instead she walked down and took something from her car. She then walked twice around the building, looking up curiously at her flat, which had an open window. She knew what the open window meant. She gave a sigh, scanning the building before moving up the stairs towards the door to her apartment. As she walked though, she stopped at the entrance to her small, pokey flat. She took the device from her pocket and strapped it to the doorframe, making sure that it was pointing at the entrance before taking up position in front of the door. She took a deep breath and kicked.

The door shattered inwards before being stopped by something that shouldn’t have been there. As she rolled into the doorway, she was faintly aware of someone sagging behind the broken door, pistol in hand, black suit covered in splinters from the force of the strike. The Alversian did into think, but immediately analysed the situation, running it through her head instantly. A dozen Agents in her house, all but one armed with pistols. She knew was outnumbered in this fight, but, hell, it hadn’t stopped her before. She grabbed a nearby chair, not even knowing where it was with anything other than instinct. She threw it hard in the direction of an Agent, again, using only instinct. The chair hit the man in the head, sending him tumbling back with a yell. The others looked at this in shock as Katie rolled forward again, coming up in front of another, shocked Agent.

He did not have time to bring his gun up to the Beauty before she had kneed him hard in the nuts, forcing him to drop everything and fall to the floor with an ear splitting yell. As he fell away, she spun in the air, her shoe connecting with another Agent’s face. He twisted away, his gun clattering away under one of the tables. The other two Agents were nearby and had the advantage and she knew what she had to go. She back rolled out of the room, the astonished Agents rolled her, cocking their guns as they did so. However, when Katie was safely out of the way, she pressed a button on her palm and smiled as searing hot smoke poured from the pipe that lay near her doorway. She watched in amusement as the two of them were burned by the steam. She did not fight then, or try to finish them off. Instead, she simply walked down the stairs again and walked down the street, not even bothering to go near her car again. She had done her job. She had survived. But her friends had not. She knew they were dead.

Now she was alone in this godforsaken country. Now that she knew they were on her, she needed to be even more careful. And careful, she could be.

And would be.

SS James James II

Even as the yacht was moving towards the other ships, Mr. James could see, small craft in the water, coming from the direction of Soryanastan. He rushed below deck, and moments later, he reemerged, with his M14 rifle in hand. He had not gotten where he was, by underestimating things. He wasn't going to let some crazed revolutionaries end his life. He had no way of knowing that those were refugees attempting to escape a repressive regime, and not the rebels. There had still been no response, from either the royal yacht, or the warships around it, to their previous message.

OOC: Posts will be coming from me later today - when I have time to get posting again. Until then, you should all assume that the Battlehawk has taken the yacht with him. Just do that so we can get this going further. :p

ooc yur Battlehawk is not your best bet i would another nation

ooc yur Battlehawk is not your best bet i would another nation

OOC: If something's happening with his nation, then Isira can take the yacht. I just need someone to....there's several people around the yacht which makes it just somewhat confusing for me.

OOC: If something's happening with his nation, then Isira can take the yacht. I just need someone too....there's several people around the yacht which makes it just somewhat confusing for me.

ooc what i've seen it no wonder the whole thing confusing and could end up with some fire works

A small fishing boat off the shore of Soryanastan went about it's business as usual, hauling in fish for yet another day. The men on board looked on in silent amusement as they saw several military warships seemingly rescue the occupants of the large white yacht that had passed them earlier. Apart from watching the preceedings, they paid little attention to the ships - after all, it was none of their business. Having caught their fill for the day, they turned around headed back towards their port. On the way, they passed a jet black destroyer, hiding just out of sight of the other ships. On deck, soldiers wearing strange clothing (http://uk.ps3.ign.com/dor/objects/14211237/resistance-2/images/e3-2008-resistance-2-screens-20080715043024206.html?page=mediaFull) went about their duties.

Apart from one. He stood at the bow of the ship, watching the fishing boat with intent. The fishermen watched him too, and as they passed, they exchanged a small nod, before the fishing boat dissapeared behind the ship, heading back to Soryanastan.

It continued back to port. Before they entered, the captain picked up a small radio, speaking softly into it

"Crucible, this is Cascade. Come in Crucible"

OOC: Assume that the ship is still there, but the VTOL part is retconned.

OOC: invade! invade! inva- . . .aw . . .dmn lol
IC:
Emergency Cabinet meeting continued

"Ok", Said Jared Mace prime minister of the ASD "Hawk's gone to check out the situation in Northam York. What's the situation internationally otherwise?"
"well," Said Cage, Commander of the ultra black ops group FSD "we had been keeping an eye on Soryanastan before the um . . .time issue. Looks like our operatives haven't been burned and many managed to stay essentially active. The ones there came damn close apparently and had to go to ground but their usable for ops. Speaking of which, I didn't say that and we don't have operatives in ANY foreign nation."
"ok, that aside." Said Mace "whats the sitrep there?"
"well," Replied Cage "the royal family was essentially killed off. A single surviving member, a princess apparently, and her guard were found in international waters. Internally the nations gone to the worst form of communism possible sir which is why our people were force to go underground."
"sir," Said admiral Hellmutt. "If I may?" he waited for the head nod then, "this looks like a situation that will crash badly. I have no idea what cages assets in the area are but I'd order them to standby and have them ready to attempt some sort of government . . .ahem . .. replacement. Have MIF1 and third fleet gear up for a full on invasion with support from the army once they get there but don't send them yet. Order special forces to prepare to support cage's forces as well. Finally have all NAVCOM forces rotate to a defensive posture we may be forced to deploy all the ASDN forces we've got.

Now she was alone in this godforsaken country. Now that she knew they were on her, she needed to be even more careful. And careful, she could be.

And would be.

After the total collapse of the previous government, any agent who had served it was basically told to fend for themselves and, indeed, many had either died in the attempt, went into hiding, or carried on individual rebellions against the National Salvation Front. Such was the case with Ravana Charka, a voluptuous woman who had signed up for the intelligence corps only to find herself in a ragtag band of six agents which operated in the city where Katie had been sighted. Their mission was simple. Fuck with the Communists. That's what Ravana called it. Fucking with the Communists in any way possible such as killing their comissars and breaking apart supply lines was pretty good when you wanted to give them payback for the suffering they've done to your fellow men. Your fellow women.

Ravana and her agents could overhear the little skirmish between Katie and the officers but they hadn't seemed to concern themselves with it. They had known that individual citizens would try to cause problems and they usually were killed without trial or even a slight warning from the officers. Ravana, however, could sense something was up and decided, without the others, to investigate. Gorgeous, steadily walking along the streets, Ravana Charka examined every inch of territory - she knew it all like it was the back of her hand. This was her homeland. This was Soryanastan. As she looked around, Ravana bumped into Katie but she kept her ground quite well. Ravana pulled out her pistol, pointing right at Katie, and emotionlessly spoke to her: "Who are you? If you are a Communist, I shall kill you. Your scum must not be allowed to pollute my homeland further but, if you are not a Red, give me sufficient proof or I'll just kill you."

Ravana wasn't bluffing. She had killed people before. She would do it again.

the Soryanastan yacht happen to sail right over a Imperial (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20Navy-Army-Air%20Forces/TigersharkAttackClassSubmarine.jpg) Navy Tigershark Attack Class Submarine,which made the Captain rise scope and send a message to it

To Unidentified yacht please identified yourself or be classed a hostile and have a torpedo launched at you

at sametime a heavy coded message was sent to a fleet near by of 20 ships waring them that the area was now a Hotzone

Before the outbreak of violence many faithful Christians from Motokata set out to preach and do good. Much of the country was poor and didn't have much, so they helped grow crops with farmers, mend homes and be good citizens and teach their words of Christ. Aina among five others settled in small village in the southern half of the country. It was usually warm which was good, as Motokata was a tropical climate. With every morning came her prayer dressing and preparing for another hard day's work.

Whenever Communism arises in a nation, remarked a Soryani broadcaster before he had vanished into the abyss, those who believe in religion are usually one of the first to be annihilated in the pursuit of a Communist utopia. The National Salvation Front brutally annihilated anyone who even had a sort of religious belief around them with such mercilessness that to cry to God was just like inviting death to come to you. Although the previous government only cared what you believed in if it was some kind of cult that valued mass suicide, the new government didn't even tolerate deists. Agnostics were spared for no reason other then that they couldn't decide - but they were usually pressured to be against theism. Usually by means which decency cannot permit a person to post.

The Motokatans had been sent to the nearest prison where they were brutally mistreated with rape, murder, and being told of all the suffering religion had caused the masses of the world. Aina, in particular, was given a treatment which, again, decency cannot permit a person to describe - but she wasn't going to be there for long. A group of partisans, loyalists to the old government, were soon going to arrive. At least that's what muttering Communists said when they weren't abusing Aina and her friends.

the Soryanastan yacht happen to sail right over a Imperial (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20Navy-Army-Air%20Forces/TigersharkAttackClassSubmarine.jpg) Navy Tigershark Attack Class Submarine,which made the Captain rise scope and send a message to it



at sametime a heavy coded message was sent to a fleet near by of 20 ships waring them that the area was now a Hotzone

"We mean no harm at all, Captain. We do not have any weapons except those which our men on the ship carry - our passengers are but 75 or so people including a young child. We flee the hell that our homeland has become."

"Crucible, this is Cascade. Come in Crucible"

OOC: Assume that the ship is still there, but the VTOL part is retconned.

"Yes? What can we do for you?"

"We mean no harm at all, Captain. We do not have any weapons except those which our men on the ship carry - our passengers are but 75 or so people including a young child. We flee the hell that our homeland has become."

hour later the Submarine (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9IDsVHbm9aI)Sufaced close by and sent another message

a Helicopter is on it's way, stand by for two soldier to be drop onto you deck

The small fishing boat had been could be seen by any wandering passers by. It had been dumped, abandoned by it's owners. But, even if Soryanastani soldiers did happen upon the boat, they would be unable to discern where it had come from - it had no name, no electronic equipment - it's owners had removed eveything that would lead even the most determined agents into a dead end investigation. If they were lucky, it would simply go unnoticed. The group who had previously occupied the boat were long gone, now amongst the people of Soryanastan.

Somewhere In Soryanastan...

Amidst the chaos that was now befalling this nation, a small group of people sat quietly in their flat. They only actually entered it that day, but it had been reserved and rented days before their arrival. Such was the ways in which SRPA worked. The men weant about business as usual, watching the TV, making coffee, reading the paper, all as if nothing was happening. But the truth was, they were hard at work - so hard, that no-one would notice what they were doing.

OOC: Sorry Soryanastan, but Crucible is the code word for the Destroyer, and Cascade is the code word for thr team in the fishing boat. I'm sending a team of intel experts (read: spies) from SRPA to infiltrate and montior the situation. That was their testing communications over a secure channel. I probably should have made that clear, but I wanted it to seem mysterious, just like this man.

"Who are you? If you are a Communist, I shall kill you. Your scum must not be allowed to pollute my homeland further but, if you are not a Red, give me sufficient proof or I'll just kill you."

Katie had been thinking about her next move when she ran into the supposed Agent. She guessed was either a local Red Agent, unlikely given her wild tirade against the local Government, or the more likely cause, she was a Resistance Member, from the old Intelligence Service. She knew, from her contacts, that they had kept several strike teams in the country. What had happened to them, she didn't know. She had assumed that they had simply melted into the background, waiting for the country to fall apart before coming out to secure it for the Princess' return. However, that was not her most pressing concern now, her most pressing concern was the Individual with the gun pointed at her abdomin.

She analysed the Individual in that cold way she had been taught to do so from her first memories. She could tell that this Woman was no pushover. She looked strong, firm and decisive, she knew what she wanted. She held the gun steadily, no shaking, which meant she had handled the firearm before and was more than ready to pull the trigger. Her eyes were hard but they kept flicking from side to side, she was looking for the Authourities. She didn't want to be caught in the open.

She also noticed that she was far from the ugliest woman in the country and that she was attractive. Katie had seen attractive women before but none had had this kind of effect on her. She felt almost...attracted to her. She couldn't allow that, not at all. She was not gay, she told herself, she was not falling for this woman. She was merely trying to find a way out.

She looked from side to side to see if there was any avenue of escape. There was just one. She and her Attacker were currently standing on the pavement, next to the wide, dual carriageway. Between the Civilians and the cars through, where tramlines, one in each direction, along which local Commuters got between the city centre and the suburbs. She looked down the line and couldn't see anything over the hill. But she could hear the clattering and rattling that suggested one of these trams was enroute, perhaps even two, another coming the other way as well.

She opened her mouth, about to speak when a huge explosion suddenly filled the air, making the very ground itself shake and scattering pieces of debris and metal in every direction, raining down like an artifical rain. The appartment had exploded, along with Katie's car, taking the whole complex with it. There was nothing left but a crator and debris.

However, as the Woman's eye was naturally drawn to the explosion, in an attempt to see what had caused it, Katie stretched out a hand, then a foot and was able to cleanly jump onto the tram coming towards her. Within seconds, the tram, moving quickly through the non-stop area, was gone and Katie could watch her would be Attacker shrink into the distance until she was nothing more than a speck in a sea of specks. Katie sat in one of the chairs, never relaxing, always waiting for the moment that the strike would come.

“Stand-by, comm,” Draper had told his officer as he read the message he had recieved from his political masters. “Send the following. Start. To unidentified yacht. The government of the Unitary Technocracy of Etoile Arcture extends asylum to all Soryanastan citizens fleeing the new communist regime in your country. Any high ranking officials of the previous government will be accorded their full diplomatic status and will be recognised as being the rightful and lawful representatives of the Soryanastan people. End message.”

The Prime Minister looked grim to everyone who looked upon him aboard the yacht. On one hand, he posessed not only the miniscule remnants of the old government and its cause but also what he assumed was the last living member of the House of Kaurov which had reigned on the throne for centuries. Sure, Janata Kaurov did have cousins, aunts and uncles but only God knew if any of them were still living by now and, if they were, if they were in their country chateaus hoping never to be discovered or if they were in prisons where they would be abused without relent. He knew that Janata would have been brutally tortured. Being a child meant nothing to the National Salvation Front.

He was now the official leader of the government-in-exile which had headquartered itself on this little yacht and was faced with the burden of trying to salvage what was left. If he failed, the entire monarchy could be virtually wiped out, the old government would fade away, and everything would go blood red for decades until some sort of puppet foreign backed government had been established. No, he thought, he must take control of the nation. This was what he had been appointed for - he must regain control. He must exterminate every single Communist rebel until red flags blowing in the wind was replaced with red blood flowing in the streets.

While he spoke with his wife and comrades on the situation at hand, cooking up some response to the message from Etoile Arcture, Janata Kaurov, technically the new Queen of Soryanastan, was sleeping in her cabin when she had been awoken by the leader of what was left of the Royal Guard, a man by the name of Lieutenant Asylov who had fled when the old Royal Guard was massacred while he was just a police officer with credentials. With principles. With devotion. He knew Janata was weeping, often, for her parents were dead. The father died in the foray of battle while her mother died in a brutal gangrape attempt as she tried to help the wounded - her patients being murdered in cold blood.

Asylov looked at his ward and smiled. She looked so peaceful, he thought, amidst the chaos of the conflict. She hadn't been afraid. She hadn't shed a tear unless it was in a private session, a time when she could be alone, a time when she could be with her thoughts. Her cries for her parents, the maid who shoved her down a laundry chute, the soldiers who escorted her to the beach house, the lamentations they made.....all of these things horrified the child.

Asylov was about to close the door of the cabin when he heard her speak. The etiquette classes hadn't worn off at all. "Asylov, you're here, wanting to know if I'm alright. I am alright but, don't go, I need someone to talk to."

Asylov returned calmly and looked upon Janata again. She had been forced to wear the only dress they salvaged in time from the beach house before they blew it up so the Reds would never get it. Janata sat up on the bed, curly auburn hair and blue eyes, she was the sort of girl that an anti-NSF propagandist would mark down as being a prime target for the perverts of the Party - the people who they had a field day with. "Asylov, do you think we'll ever regain control of Soryanastan?"

Asylov laughed. "Of course we will. You will see nothing more then the complete restoration of the Monarchy in which you were born and the democracy which your family worked with."

"And the Communists?" Janata asked innocently.

"Exterminated. If our men decided to return the favor."

"An eye for an eye."

"Yes."

Janata lamented. "I'd prefer them dead, you know, all dead."

"Interesting words from a thirteen year old girl. Do you really mean that?"

"I.....guess."

Asylov couldn't believe this. A child, who looked so innocent, wanted nothing more than revenge. So it seemed. He loved it. He loved to see revenge infecting those around him. He'd rather die in a prison camp than rely on human rights when dealing with those Communists. What he didn't know was that Janata was just being emotional.

OOC: Bugger. I'll change my post Alv

OOC: Bugger. I'll change my post Alv

OOC: I've already changed mine ^^

OOC: Uh, have you? It looks exactly the same.

OOC: S'alright, I un-edited it :D

OOC: S'alright, I un-edited it :D

OOC: Ah right, okay. BTW, I'm sending you a TG now.

The J10 (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20Navy-Army-Air%20Forces/TheJ10Huey.jpg)Huey hovers above the yacht sparying water onto it

"thermal imaging show 76 people ,75 adults and one child by the looks said one of the crew to the soldiers who were about to slide down a rope to the deck

"copy watch our backs" one said to the door gunners

"right'o"answer the gunner

"a Battlecruiser will be here soon as they can get here"said pilot over the coms tp gunners and the two soldiers going to the yacht

((OOC: FUCKING times zones. Anyway, can I still pick up the girl, or should I just play Assassin's Creed now?))

((OOC: FUCKING times zones. Anyway, can I still pick up the girl, or should I just play Assassin's Creed now?))

ooc i have people above the yacht now

Compared to its 8,500 ton mothership the MK 6 rigid inflatable boat launched from the EAS Songster a few minutes after the radio transmission was both tiny and vulnerable. Captain Draper had ordered it launched as he became increasingly concerned about the foreign naval units clustering in the area, and especially near the yacht. A SH-60 Seahawk, in unarmed configuration, was also on the deck with blades turning if an emergency rescue was required and Draper was monitoring things intently from the combat information centre.

The boat, or RIB, skimmed the largely calm sea as it motored towards the white yacht. The foreign vessels were hundreds of feet away but had hemmed in the vessel that it now had no route of escape. On the other hand the RIB could slip in relatively easily and hopefully undetected. Bar the one radio broadcast no other signals had been sent as not to betray Etoilian intentions.

The RIB was designed to carry eighteen crew, but for this mission only ten: a chief petty officer and petty officer to pilot and navigate, two ratings to man machine guns, and a five man Marine infantry fireteam and a lieutenant Allard. Everyone aboard RIB Three-Zero as it was called had been chosen as they had experience in conducting Visit, Board, Search and Seizure missions during previous smuggler interdiction/counting smuggling cruises of the EAS Songster. They had been briefed on the risk they faced and aside from the two 6.5 Grendel universal machine guns and 40 mm AGL, or bloop gun, the heaviest armanent they carried were their G501K carbines and P270A Diablo sidearms.

RIB Three-Zero took only a few minutes to cross the expanse and without permission or warning had siddled up against the yacht and pulled down one of its boarding ladders, and being covered by two of the machine guns Lieutenant Allard and his fireteam wasted no time boarding. Any crew on deck would have found themselves faced with their own dilemna: fight or surrender, and a firefight out at sea while surrounded by numerous foreign vessels would not only be foolhardy but suicidal.

Once aboard Lieutenant Allard would then order his team split in two, sending tree of the Marine’s to take control of the wheel house, while he descended below with the other two to find the occupants and make contact with the high level officials whose calls for assistance had brought them here in the first place.

OOC: This is before imperia isa and others launched their helos. Just a small boarding party who slipped through, not a big military action on may part, and hey, no one else has really said they've tried to board the yacht. Success, of course, is at the discretion of Soryanastan, consider this post got as far getting beside the yacht.

OOC2: Oops, and apologies to Isira cos I thought you had passed on doing the rescue. I think we may need an OOC thread.

((OOC: FUCKING times zones. Anyway, can I still pick up the girl, or should I just play Assassin's Creed now?))

OOC: Hmmmm.....I think Isira could house the government-in-exile (pick up the girl, etc) The ships of other nations could just start a blockade. Yes, I urge all nations who have ships near the yacht to blockade Soryanastan and so forth.

Once aboard Lieutenant Allard would then order his team split in two, sending tree of the Marine’s to take control of the wheel house, while he descended below with the other two to find the occupants and make contact with the high level officials whose calls for assistance had brought them here in the first place.

It did not take long for the emotionless security guards aboard the yacht to get aiming their guns at Allard's men although the Prime Minister just told them to calm down and lower their arms. Allard was brought to one of the many rooms, where Janata and the other high ranking officers were, and then the Prime Minister began to give some welcome address while the others were silent. Janata looked calm and collected. As if nothing had ever happened. As if she, just a child, hasn't had her parents brutally murdered nor had to survive the turmoil of the capital's defenses utterly collapsing in the face of the rebels. The knowledge that, yes, she would have definately been tortured and probably killed hadn't seemed to make an impact upon her on the emotional level, that is, when she wasn't alone.

"Lieutenant, I do hope we won't need to resort to anything rash. All we have here are some hardline loyalists willing to die, I believe, for a cause - the restoration of the old Soryanastan. I, being the interim Prime Minister and head of what once was the Unity Party, am charged with making the vision not just a dream but reality for all who believe in it. The girl you see here is Princess Janata of the House of Kaurov - perhaps the only royal family member still living. I believe this to be so due to the brutality of the National Salvation Front. Why spare the royals? The parasites as they call them?"

Janata stiffened when she heard those words. "My friends," the Prime Minister continued, "All we seek is somewhere to call home, somewhere to house our government in exile, until we can proceed with the liberation of our homeland. So far we've got a good offer from Isira. However, I cannot let your men go to waste. Could you, perhaps, launch some sort of blockade? That would be pretty good."

((OOC: Yay! Now with my already massive problems such as the government currently consisting of Aliyah Benziri, terrorism, the economic aftermath of 9/11 times 2, and now we get a government-in-exile! I can't complain, seriously! :) ))

Why can't these fuckers just allow us to take them? wondered Moses, shaking his head.

He was starting to shiver, and he had waited long enough for this teenager.

"Are you coming or not?" he demanded, shivering. This girl was probably being districted by the massive shit the others were doing, but he had just kept staring her in the eye, urging her to aboard the lifeboat, from where she would be transported back to the Exodus and then, via helicopter, to the Republic of Isira and probably set up a government-in-exile.

((OOC: Yay! Now with my already massive problems such as the government currently consisting of Aliyah Benziri, terrorism, the economic aftermath of 9/11 times 2, and now we get a government-in-exile! I can't complain, seriously! :) ))

Why can't these fuckers just allow us to take them? wondered Moses, shaking his head.

He was starting to shiver, and he had waited long enough for this teenager.

"Are you coming or not?" he demanded, shivering. This girl was probably being districted by the massive shit the others were doing, but he had just kept staring her in the eye, urging her to aboard the lifeboat, from where she would be transported back to the Exodus and then, via helicopter, to the Republic of Isira and probably set up a government-in-exile.

OOC: Isira, do know that you would have had a resounding yes coming from the girl and her friends had I not been confused by all these ships at the yacht. So, yes, assume they are thanking you, etc for your deed. Don't think they're distracted or ignoring you. I shall be replying to your earlier post to reflect all of this. :D

((OOC: FUCKING times zones. Anyway, can I still pick up the girl, or should I just play Assassin's Creed now?))

OOC: well it IS an awesome game
IC:
FSD team echo somewhere under Soryanastan
"we gotta heads up sarge." Said Corporal Valentia as she walked into the room. "looks like ASDC is back online and trying to get ahold of what happened while they were gone but they've put us on notice that we may be going up against commie leadership possibly with the help of the legion or DSOFCOM."
"Hells yah," Replied Sargent Emmanuel Jones "I was getting real bored of being holed up in this place. I mean its nice and all but still. . . ." the Sargent shook his head as if pulling himself together then said "order the others to check gear then get themselves in here for mission planning. Have Valesque rig this place to lockdown after we leave. whether we succeed or not I really don't want this place found out, specially as we might be rebuilding on top of it."

In about seven minutes, several lifeboats from the Exodus were scooting across the water towards the yacht, full of at least 50 people and a teenager.

The first one to speak was Moses. He held out his hand to the young girl, who appeared to be the leader somehow. There was one per lifeboat, and it wouldn't be possible to take all of the refugees - no, they were unidentified - onto the Exodus.

"Ma'am, we are the INS Exodus crew," spoke Moses. "We are here to simply rescue you and all your friends. If you wish for safety, I beg to come with me to my home country of Isira, with some of your friends."

"Please make your choice, ma'am."

Janata was amazed. She had been surprised that they would ask her for a decision when she hadn't been anything but a child destined to just give assent to whatever Parliament proposed - but what she was destined for as a Queen depended on whatever the situation in her nation had been. Regardless, she looked at the man and smiled just a little at him. "I....think that would be alright, sir, if we were to go to Isira. I would ask that you consult the Prime Minister from now on though. I'm not an absolutist. Please do not worry about the security guards. I'm sure they're just hyped up from the whole conflict."

Absolutist? thought Moses deeply, rather confused. She's a Royal? Hello federal promition!

He smiled a warm smile. Federal Promitions referred to whenever a military officer was given promition by one rank by orders from the federal government. And with the current government being the 29-year-old Aliyah Benziri, he was certain that he wouldn't be doing any of this lifeboat shit anymore.

"Each lifeboat can take ten people," explained Moses clearly, though it wasn't certain if he was talking to the Prime Minister or the Princess. "Not counting the military officer, of course. I bed you to tell your friends to get aboard quickly, before somebody notices."

However, as the Woman's eye was naturally drawn to the explosion, in an attempt to see what had caused it, Katie stretched out a hand, then a foot and was able to cleanly jump onto the tram coming towards her. Within seconds, the tram, moving quickly through the non-stop area, was gone and Katie could watch her would be Attacker shrink into the distance until she was nothing more than a speck in a sea of specks. Katie sat in one of the chairs, never relaxing, always waiting for the moment that the strike would come.

Anyone who had known Ravana Charka on the personal level rather than just on some hearsay account of how she murdered some guy with old fashioned sex appeal and skill would have told you that she wasn't heterosexual. She was lesbian but hadn't given any time to looking for someone to be with. The blood soaked life of an agent took up too much time - she had to admit that Katie sure was gorgeous. Had this been a different situation.....no, Ravana thought, she couldn't let those things get in the way of her mission. Pity, though.

Ravana was about to fire her bullets straight into Katie without a trace of emotion when it happened and, then, Katie got away from Ravana without a trace as well. It was entirely possible that she was a Communist agent from the NSF's intelligent agency or that she was even a foreign agent. Ravana found herself caring more about her looks, though, then what she was. When she returned to the guys she was with, they grinned. "Find anything or anyone interesting?"

"Just a woman." Ravana said while twirling her pistol around in her hand. This made the others just laugh with their imaginations running wild in their minds. As they began to jest about Ravana's lesbianism, she hardly cared at all. If she had preferred women over men, as everyone knew she did, it didn't matter at all. Her former superiors hadn't cared. They just loved her for her skills.

Ravana couldn't stop thinking about Katie, though, and how gorgeous she looked. The problem here was not that Katie was a woman. That was awesome in Ravana's mind. The possibility that Katie was an enemy was what haunted Ravana. She couldn't think that she would have to kill such a woman.

Absolutist? thought Moses deeply, rather confused. She's a Royal? Hello federal promition!

He smiled a warm smile. Federal Promitions referred to whenever a military officer was given promition by one rank by orders from the federal government. And with the current government being the 29-year-old Aliyah Benziri, he was certain that he wouldn't be doing any of this lifeboat shit anymore.

"Each lifeboat can take ten people," explained Moses clearly, though it wasn't certain if he was talking to the Prime Minister or the Princess. "Not counting the military officer, of course. I bed you to tell your friends to get aboard quickly, before somebody notices."

"Your services are very well appreciated, sir, and we remain indebted to you. Might I know the name of the man who has taken the time to save us from our time of trial?" Janeta refinedly said.

"Your Highness, I thank you for your cooperation. And I amPrivate Moses Segev, Your Highness," spoke Moses, as the large group started embarking onto the lifeboats, and the sound of a helicopter heard in the distance. Several minutes later, that helicopter landed, straight from the Isle of Exodus, a small possession of Isira. However, this helicopter would fly Princess Janeta and the Prime Minister directly to Aliyah Benziri's Office.

After everybody had got aboard the lifeboats, the military officers worked with the ships and eventually propelled them forward, straight towards the Exodus. Ater everybody ad ot board, the government officials were told to get aboard the helicopter, where they would be transported to Aliyah Benziri's Office.

"Your Highness, I thank you for your cooperation. And I amPrivate Moses Segev, Your Highness," spoke Moses, as the large group started embarking onto the lifeboats, and the sound of a helicopter heard in the distance. Several minutes later, that helicopter landed, straight from the Isle of Exodus, a small possession of Isira. However, this helicopter would fly Princess Janeta and the Prime Minister directly to Aliyah Benziri's Office.

After everybody had got aboard the lifeboats, the military officers worked with the ships and eventually propelled them forward, straight towards the Exodus. Ater everybody ad ot board, the government officials were told to get aboard the helicopter, where they would be transported to Aliyah Benziri's Office.

"Moses Segev, if all goes well, I shall be glad to have you in my sight again. I can only tell you how thankful I am for your assistance - the assistance you are providing us is truly invaluable. I must ask that we somehow take the yacht with us. We may put it to use again, perhaps, one day."

"You will next see it in two days, I promise you that," vowed Moses.

((OOC: Should we create a new thread for the meeting?))

"You will next see it in two days, I promise you that," vowed Moses.

((OOC: Should we create a new thread for the meeting?))

OOC: I believe that we can do it on this thread.

OOC: The ships of other nations could just start a blockade. Yes, I urge all nations who have ships near the yacht to blockade Soryanastan and so forth.

ooc aar NO and sending your young government to another young nation Isira huh that wise

ooc aar NO and sending your young government to another young nation Isira huh that wise

OOC: lol veiled threat isa?

Imperial Intelligence Department, Location Undisclosed, somewhere within the borders of the Kitsune Empire of Xiscapia...

"And what of this...Sorryenastan?"

"Soryanastan, sir. It appears the original constitutional monarchy was overthrown in a revolt by the National Salvation Front, a Communist militia which recently took control, headed by one Espar Singhenov. I use the term loosely, the massive purges, general rape and overall crackdown on every freedom imaginable has turned the entire nation into more of an anarchy than any sort of organized government. Singhenov is a lunatic and this is his shining moment, he now sits where the old leaders did before they were all executed."

"Indeed?"

"Well, it is believed one survived, a mere girl by the name of Janata. She is barely a teenager, but her fate is probably to be that of most other women there; raped, then shot. Due to this we believe the last remnants of the old state have been obliterated save for the few old loyalist groups that always spring up in such times, so there is little hope that the old group will ever regain power."

"And all involved are human, yes?"

"Of course, sir."

"Hmph." The grunt sounded deep and more like the growl of a beast than that of a man. "With the war on this sort of thing shouldn't warrant the least bit of our attention, but if one of the old family still survives there's a possibility, however small, that the monarchy can be restored. I want you to dispatch three agents from the Interior, working in concert, to observe and report from inside Soryanastan and make contact with rebel groups. Their main objective will be to confirm the death of Princess Janata, if she is dead then they will be recalled. If not, they are to locate her and assist in any way they can, if indeed she is interested in trying to overthrow the Communists. Secondary objectives include integrating with the locals as best as possible, contacting and assisting any fellow friendly operatives, and eliminating any hostile operatives or counterspies which they feel would impede them. They are to have the Authoization Solvo."

Authorization Solvo meant one thing: total impunity. If they want to kill it, steal it, blow it up, fuck it, blackmail it or crash it, the Kitsune Empire would turn a blind eye. It was a nation run by a mad Communist dictator and his murdering, rapist friends: No one was going to protest.

"Yes sir!"

Forty-eight hours later, Soryanastan territorial waters...

A Jupiter class Submarine Angel's Revenge motored along the sea floor silently, only some disturbed dirt many yards beneath the waves marking her passing. The 292 foot nuclear SSN probably would have been quite a prize for the Soryanastan Navy, if they even had one now, but it didn't intend to fire any torpedoes today, or indeed even be detected by anyone. The screws slowly stopped turning and the sub rose slightly, cloaked in darkness, black on black. If anyone had been listening they might have, possibly, heard the clang on a hatch, and, if anyone had been watching, seen three distinct shapes seem to appear by it, emerging from the Xiscapian ship. These didn't appear to be human, the form was all wrong and the figure strangely configured, made even more aliens by the distinct body suits, masks and air tanks of divers, and were those tails...?

They floated there for a moment, fins sloping down towards the hull of their craft, before with a few kicks they glided away into the gloom, a few air bubbles rising up and away. The submarine sat there for a moment before activating once more, turning about and smoothly coasting away, as if it had never been. The three people (for that is what it must be surmised they were), were moving at a steady clip, raised heads topped by triangular ears covered by the suit, a pair of yellow eyes and four orange ones fixed on some unseen destination. In minutes they had reached more shallow water and, swimming mere feet from the undersides of passing boats, were in the dock area of some population center or another. Finally the trio squeezed between two ships, a large tanker of some kind and what appeared to be a freighter. On the underside of the merchantman was painted a small design in scratched gold; upon examination it was found to be the unmistakable visage of the muzzle of a fox. The leading forgman nodding to his co patriots and almost as one they rose to the surface.

The triad were well-masked by the other vessels sailing or docked in the harbor, and under this cover they proceeded to throw up three grappling hooks onto the distant deck of the marked craft, the clank and tautness of the attached ropes serving to inform them they were secure. Attaching these to their belts the three ascended up, the wires hissing as they were drawn up the port side of the craft. Just below the edge, each grasping the rail with one hand, they unhooked their harnesses and lifted themselves up and over, onto the deck, hitting it on their stomachs initially. The area seemed deserted, the forward area they could see was piled with massive red and blue cargo containers, and the superstructure above them bore no crew nor flag. Moving stealthily least they be heard, the agents stole across the ship to the boxes, flattening against them as the first removed a key from the recesses of the suit and unlocked the container.

Inside the operatives moved with the mute, quick assurance of those who had practiced this hundreds of times. The suits and equipment came off, and the three Xiscapians stood naked and unabashed before each other, revealing the full features for the first time. One, the male with sun-colored pupils, was clothed in well-groomed, sable black fur, the second, a fire-eyed female in dull, flat silver, the third of the team, also unmistakably female, in the purest, silkiest white. Their bodies were entirely covered with fur except in a few areas such as the nipples and nose on the end of an elongated snout, pink or black pads showing on the bottoms of "bent" legs ensuring they could never pass for a human, plumy tails curling around legs and twitching slightly. They all looked at each other for a moment before turning their attention to what had been left for them.

The clothing was barely worth mentioning: A couple of all together too low skirts, shirts designed to show off bust, boots and high heels and a conspicuous absence of underwear. The male was luckier, earning a full suit and boots, though nothing was said of it. They all knew their duties and what they were to be disguised as. The case, however, was altogether more interesting, holding a variety of weapons, some easily recognizable such as a G-37 assault rifle, some small and stylish like an tiny ivory dagger, and other simply odd, like the pair of nun chucks. As they dressed the male selected and distributed certain objects, finally packing the case and folding over the fake compartment to reveal in it's stead a padded interior holding a small handgun and a considerable amount of local currency. Thus robed and equipped the three emerged once more, leaving their suits and some weapons behind, locking the over-sized crate before proceeding down a nearby gangway into the city.
They had arrived at Sevasteres.

The male, whose name was Seno, spoke to his comrades in their native language, jabbering to any untrained ear.
"Hãy nhớ rằng, chúng tôi có một sứ mệnh cho Empire. Chúng tôi là im lặng, chúng tôi đang chết, chúng tôi là Elite. Chúng tôi sẽ hy sinh tất cả mọi thứ để bảo vệ nhân dân, Nhà nước, và Hoàng Đế. Trong khi chúng tôi vẫn còn hơi thở, không phải tất cả các Communists trong địa ngục có thể khắc phục chúng tôi!"
The first of the two females, Mui, smiled, or as well as she could appropriate the human expression with her features. "Chúng tôi sẽ không bị thất bại bạn, Commander, trong bất cứ công việc có thể được thiết lập trước khi hệ với chúng tôi."
The final spoke up, eyes busy purusing the dock and the people on it and beyond. "Chúng tôi đã thu hút sự chú ý rồi." Murmured Vix.

It was inevitable: They were the first kitsune to have ever set foot on Soryanastan, and in a nation that evidently got little to no contact with sentinent non-humans, anomilies such as them were spotted quickly. Mui and Vix curled their tails about their legs, taking care to remain behind Seno as if he was their bodyguard as they walked forward into the crowds. The night-hued Xiscapian endevoured to appear intidmidating, and indeed with one flash of his pearly white fangs, it was not hard. The girls might be mascurading as prostitutes, but no matter what they were his, within or without of their disguises, and he was responsible for their safety if not general well-being. However, the leader was confident they could take care of themselves: The Xiscapians had been training assassins for centuries.
The first man that rubbed them the wrong way would be in for an unpleasant surprise.

It was inevitable: They were the first kitsune to have ever set foot on Soryanastan, and in a nation that evidently got little to no contact with sentinent non-humans, anomilies such as them were spotted quickly. Mui and Vix curled their tails about their legs, taking care to remain behind Seno as if he was their bodyguard as they walked forward into the crowds. The night-hued Xiscapian endevoured to appear intidmidating, and indeed with one flash of his pearly white fangs, it was not hard. The girls might be mascurading as prostitutes, but no matter what they were his, within or without of their disguises, and he was responsible for their safety if not general well-being. However, the leader was confident they could take care of themselves: The Xiscapians had been training assassins for centuries.
The first man that rubbed them the wrong way would be in for an unpleasant surprise.

Sevasteres had usually been known as one of the most beautiful seaside cities in the nation long before the revolution had occured and, as such, had usually been a popular tourist destination. When the revolution occured, the city was totally sapped dry with the residents living under the regime of barbaric commissars who usually relied on purges to enforce their control. The only people out were corrupt officers, people trying to get a last run at the market, and the average Joe and Jane hoping for some action with harlots. If the Xiscapians looked in a back alley or two, they'd often see some harlot getting it on with a man but you couldn't tell, at times, if it was consensual or not. Only a girl's screams could help you with that.

Occassionally, a man or a lesbian would wander up to the Xiscapians and, addressing the man as they would a pimp, they'd ask if they could get some services from one of the women. They flashed their money and hoped that they'd get what they wanted. Even if the Xiscapians were kitsunes, who wasn't to say that people would not still be willing to make love to them?

There were some supply depots in Sevasteres which were usually filled with ammunition and fuel that was meant for the National Salvation Front's armies. These would probably be the prime targets of any saboteur and there was also a brothel or two around that was filled with comfort women. Girls as young as twelve were conscripted to become harlots for the soldiers. If the Xiscapians looked, it wouldn't be hard to find these places. Girls, dressed like they were, were out in the streets. The money they made went to the Revolution which, of course, actually went to the commissars who pimped them out. Both males and females got services from them.

Lastly, there were people trying to survive in their homes. Some people were running in the streets in the hopes that they would get home before they were spotted by Communists. As the Xiscapians walked, they would see people running to their houses. Muttering prayers. They could be beaten for that alone. What would the Xiscapians do in a place like this?

Open Seas

The SS James James II, had put on full power to reach the yacht and other warships around it. It had, however, the stress put on the engines of the yacht was too much, and they failed. The crew was distressed, as their previous messages had gone unanswered, however, Mr. James decided to make a statement himself. He picked up the radio mouthpiece, and said, clearly and calmly, "This is Mr. Jimmy James, my vessel, the SS James James II, has suffered mechanical failure, while attempting to get a safe distance from Soryanastan. I wish to request assistance for me and my crew. I also wish to request, the fastest transport, to a urban area for myself. Having been, and currently being, a strong proponent of capitalism, I fear that physical harm may come from being captured by the communists, more so than my crew, who would be considered part of the working class." He paused, as he read a printout on of the crew had on the nation of Soryanastan, based on pre-revolution data. "I wish to implore Her Highness, Janata Kaurov, the true ruler of Soryanastan, to help both me, and my crew, at this time of trouble." He put down the radio, and walked out onto the deck.

An Inflatable RHIB boat was lowered into the water with two armed crewmen, and they ended up picking up five survivors. The survivors looked like they had been without food or water for some days, and were brought back to the ship for medical attention. The ship's corpsman started an IV drip for each of the survivors, and treated them for any minor injuries that they might have suffered. In the meantime, Captain Silenz was waiting for the first sign that any of their new passengers was coming around; for he had questions that only they could answer.

One of the new passengers had came around while others just watched without concern since they were all just like him. He was reaching for something, muttering in his native tongue that he wanted peace, and looking around him to see the other refugees. Noticing Silenz, the man was silent. Where was he now?

"Aye, aye, Sir," the captain said, returning to the bridge. Soon after the ship altered course, and a message was sent out, "Attention yacht, and protection force, this is the SS James James II, upon receiving your radio transmissions, we feel that, our safety in this area is also in question, as we may be confused for the royal yacht, and request protection also."

"We do not think we can adequately protect you. The only weapons we have are the ones with the crew."

FRLS Zeus

Captain Silenz noticed one of the "passengers" was stirring. The Captain watched what the man did until the man's eyes rested on him. After letting the man get a good look at him, the Captain decided that it was time to talk.

"I am Captain Silenz of the FRLS Zeus, a Defiance class Destroyer in the Navy of the Free Republic of Lamoni. We rescued your group of survivors from the ocean not thirty minutes ago. Do not worry about your safety, we will not be turning you into the communist authorities in Soryanastan, unless you wish us to. Our nation was once taken over by communists in it's early history, and we hate all forms of the "Red Menace" to this day.

If you wish, we can take you and your... group back to Lamoni; or drop you off in the nation of Yanitaria, which is where this ship was heading when we found you and your group.

I would like to ask some initial questions first; we can get to the state of affairs in Soryanastan later, when you are stronger. The first thing that I would like to ask is, what is your name?"

Open Seas

The SS James James II, had put on full power to reach the yacht and other warships around it. It had, however, the stress put on the engines of the yacht was too much, and they failed. The crew was distressed, as their previous messages had gone unanswered, however, Mr. James decided to make a statement himself. He picked up the radio mouthpiece, and said, clearly and calmly, "This is Mr. Jimmy James, my vessel, the SS James James II, has suffered mechanical failure, while attempting to get a safe distance from Soryanastan. I wish to request assistance for me and my crew. I also wish to request, the fastest transport, to a urban area for myself. Having been, and currently being, a strong proponent of capitalism, I fear that physical harm may come from being captured by the communists, more so than my crew, who would be considered part of the working class." He paused, as he read a printout on of the crew had on the nation of Soryanastan, based on pre-revolution data. "I wish to implore Her Highness, Janata Kaurov, the true ruler of Soryanastan, to help both me, and my crew, at this time of trouble." He put down the radio, and walked out onto the deck.

Prime Minister Zamenov was the one who had replied. "Mister James, since we do not wish to see you subject to the barbaric cruelties of the Communists, we will allow you to come with us to Isira, the soon-to-be home of our government-in-exile, along with all the members of your crew - we must also clarify for you that Her Highness is not an absolute monarch. She and I would work together in authority if the constitutional monarchy of our forefathers was restored."

ooc aar NO and sending your young government to another young nation Isira huh that wise

(OOC: You do realise that me and Soryanastan have been planning this event for weeks on IM? I'm trying to get a roleplay in my nation based on Tom Clancy's Executive Orders. So, I don't really care if my nation is to fucking young to house a government-in-exile, 'cause the way things are going, it's going to add to the already massive list of problems and set up a massive roleplay in my nation.))

ooc NO we don't realise you two have been planning this for two weeks as Nothing was told to us and we not Mind reads to know you two have been talking on IM

((OOC: It's a matter of words. I was telling you that we had been on IM for weeks and that. God, do you honestly believe I'm that stupid? Anyway, do you have complaints about other IC business?))

OOC: This post is meant to give you all a deeper look into Soryanastan and, as well, eventually lead to more posts which all culminate in my eventual allowance of invasions.

While the remnants of the old order were sailing towards Isira and dealing with a bunch of armed ships waiting upon them, the National Salvation Front was crippling Soryanastan even further with every day that passed to the point that the money was absolutely worthless at any market you went to but, truth be told, the markets had no food or anything necessary for life anyway for you to purchase. Despite the emerging predicament of famine, the National Salvation Front refused to believe it was ruining the nation. Despite the mass purges, it refused to believe that it was nothing more than a tyrannical oligarchy which enforced draconian laws with bullets. Despite everything, they believed they were doing the people a favor since, in their mind, the people need a father figure to guide them. Father figures. Only they could protect them. Only them.

Olyan, the capital of Soryanastan, was usually a cosmopolitan city filled with the dreams of millions and the decadence that made the religious cringe in fear for their nation's relationship with God. Once one of the most popular places in all the land to visit, it was now a fortress dedicated to the orchestration of the completion of the Communist Revolution, at least, in Soryanastan. Commissars replaced tourists on the streets. Hotels were usually used by travelers within the nation lucky to survive with the comissars around. There were numerous cases of women who couldn't lift a finger against a commissar who sexually harassed them as they walked past them because, after all, he could just kill them and say they were traitors. Who'd care about a single woman anyway?

In Olyan, Singhenov looked over the massive mountain of notes that had been placed on his desk by his minions with the vast majority of them pertaining to the escape of Janata Kaurov and the remnants of the old order but, despite the anger it caused among his comrades, Singhenov didn't seem to mind. Yet, that was only when he was with others. In private, he loathed the situation. That royal bitch, Janata, who should have been killed with her mother.....was he really wanting child murder? Yes. She was the heir to the throne, the icon of monarchism, and therefore had to be murdered. Yet he couldn't let it look like he ordered it. His image surely couldn't be intermingling with that of his cronies.

All over Soryanastan, people were starving, being abused, being raped, being tormented by the knowledge that their nation had just turned to shit. They wanted someone to save them. Someone to guide them to a brighter future. Someone....to annihilate all those fucking Communists. So saith a prisoner before he was killed.

Sevasteres had usually been known as one of the most beautiful seaside cities in the nation long before the revolution had occured and, as such, had usually been a popular tourist destination. When the revolution occured, the city was totally sapped dry with the residents living under the regime of barbaric commissars who usually relied on purges to enforce their control. The only people out were corrupt officers, people trying to get a last run at the market, and the average Joe and Jane hoping for some action with harlots. If the Xiscapians looked in a back alley or two, they'd often see some harlot getting it on with a man but you couldn't tell, at times, if it was consensual or not. Only a girl's screams could help you with that.

Occassionally, a man or a lesbian would wander up to the Xiscapians and, addressing the man as they would a pimp, they'd ask if they could get some services from one of the women. They flashed their money and hoped that they'd get what they wanted. Even if the Xiscapians were kitsunes, who wasn't to say that people would not still be willing to make love to them?

There were some supply depots in Sevasteres which were usually filled with ammunition and fuel that was meant for the National Salvation Front's armies. These would probably be the prime targets of any saboteur and there was also a brothel or two around that was filled with comfort women. Girls as young as twelve were conscripted to become harlots for the soldiers. If the Xiscapians looked, it wouldn't be hard to find these places. Girls, dressed like they were, were out in the streets. The money they made went to the Revolution which, of course, actually went to the commissars who pimped them out. Both males and females got services from them.

Lastly, there were people trying to survive in their homes. Some people were running in the streets in the hopes that they would get home before they were spotted by Communists. As the Xiscapians walked, they would see people running to their houses. Muttering prayers. They could be beaten for that alone. What would the Xiscapians do in a place like this?

What, indeed?
Seno politely but firmly refused all offers directed towards Mui and Vix, muttering something about 'damaged goods' and 'at the end of the line.' Inwardly, all three were greatly surprised by the swiftness and amount of requests: It had been taught to them that the majority of humans utterly despised non-humans, and they would be ignored in any given situation at best, arrested, raped and shot otherwise. Evidently it was not so here in Sevasteres, although it was likely that the people here were constantly in heat and would have sexual intercourse with anything that moved, and, possibly, some that didn't. The 'pimp' was disgusted, and his companions similarly horrified, but the triad knew that the two 'pleasure women' would eventually have to experience some kind of lovemaking in this strange land, and better it be under the watch and guidance of friends than...otherwise.

The operatives ignored all who did not approach them directly, and while they pitied the poor souls scurrying for their homes, they could do nothing to help them. The existence of the fuel depots and munitions dumps was known to the kitsune, but they could not make a direct assault without risking their cover, as if they were to be seen they would be instantly recognizable and easy to trace if they sought to maintain their respective disguises. It had been determined that the team would have to move though the Underground and in this manner hope to establish contact with any surviving resistance groups and other friendly agents, to assist and direct them to the Kitsune Empire's goals while only remotely involving Seno, Vix and Mui. If there was one thing which was plentiful in this country aside from guns and death, it was prostitutes, and what better way to blend in even if one was not man? First, though, they had to find shelter, for they could not expect to remain on the streets for long and not be accosted by Communist soldiers or criminals of some sort.

As they walked though the streets Seno, confident no nearby could possibly know the ancient and complex language of his distant, exotic homeland, outlined his plan to his comrades, always watchful for enemies nonetheless.

"Vix, Mũi, tôi sẽ thiết lập cả hai bạn trong brothel lớn nhất với lưu lượng truy cập nhiều nhất, chúng tôi có thể tìm thấy. Mục tiêu của bạn trong thời gian lưu trú của bạn sẽ có twofold: Tìm hiểu càng nhiều giá trị dữ liệu về các địa phương của chính phủ và cộng lực lượng quân đội và địa điểm như bạn có thể, và cố gắng để làm cho một số liên lạc, mặc dầu mà chúng tôi có thể mở một dialoge với một nhóm loyalist . Tôi sẽ không nằm, bạn sẽ phải ngủ với các cán bộ Cộng sản và có lẽ nhiều người đàn ông và phụ nữ để đạt được các mục tiêu của bạn, nhưng bạn biết nhiệm vụ của bạn, và tôi biết bạn đã được đặc biệt huấn luyện và trang bị để đối phó với một vị trí như: một bạn sẽ sớm tìm thấy cho mình tâm tôi, hay có lẽ một địa phương hoặc đại diện thân thiện với tôi có thể tuyển dụng của chúng tôi gây ra, sẽ được cùng thường xuyên để lấy bất kỳ dữ liệu nào mà bạn quản lý để glean từ các hoạt động của bạn, và tôi sẽ tìm thấy một căn hộ hoặc một nơi nào đó trong studio thành phố này, nơi tôi có thể ở lại, ít nhất là cho một thời gian.

Trong khi hai bạn đang tham gia, tôi sẽ thực hiện assingments của riêng tôi, nhưng tôi sẽ không bao giờ stray xa bạn nếu tôi có thể giúp đỡ nó, và nên bạn đã bao giờ yêu cầu giúp đỡ, tôi sẽ luôn luôn được sẵn sàng để đến aide của bạn. Của bạn có một công việc khó khăn nhất, và tôi không nghi ngờ rằng ít nhất một lần trước khi kết thúc sứ mệnh của chúng tôi, bạn sẽ phụ thuộc vào nhau để ngăn ngừa thương tích nghiêm trọng, nắm bắt hoặc chết, và vì lý do này, tôi sẽ cầu bí mật trong mỗi ngày và ban đêm để các Allmighty cho sự an toàn và bảo vệ. Luôn luôn sẵn sàng để di tản được vị trí của bạn, vì nếu như vậy thời gian tháng năm đến đó là của chúng tôi bao gồm công, hoặc chúng tôi là không còn được chào đón tại thành phố này, chuyển động nhanh sẽ được điều cần thiết để thành công và tồn tại. Bạn có hiểu tôi từ và Intent?"

Mui nodded solemnly. "Tôi sẵn sàng để lay xuống tất cả những gì tôi cho sake của Kitsune Empire."
Vix grinned. "Trong khi chúng tôi vẫn còn sống không có con người và cũng không phải beast, hoặc thậm chí là một trong những tính chất khác, sẽ đứng trong đường lối của công lý chống lại điều ác!"

Presently they came to a tram track, and Seno waited patiently, knowing that now they had all the time they would ever need, a boon he intended to enjoy, for the future might not afford them such a luxery. In time the expected vehicle came and they boarded, encountering the same class of people as they had on the street, and even here they were made offers to profit from soliciting sex. Again, Seno refused, and as he did so his eyes lit upon one who captured his notice, not only for the fact that she was virtually the only one there who had not asked for the unique services of Vix and Mui, but for what he saw in her eyes: The gleam of a trained killer. Communist! His mind screamed, but the tram was already moving, and if they were to leap off such an action would no doubt arouse suspicion. He was sitting directly across from the women, terribly obvious against the backdrop of humanity, and could only hope and pray she did not try to destroy them then and there. Fate would be a cruel master to end their mission before it had even begun!


OOC:
*SENO: Vix, Mui, I shall establish you both in the largest brothel with the most traffic we can find. Your objectives for the duration of your stay there will be twofold: Find out as much valuable data about the local Communist government and military forces and locations as you can, and attempt to make a contact though which we may open a dialoge with a militant rebel group. I will not lie, you will have to sleep with Communist officers and probably many other men and women to achieve your goals, but you know your duties, and I am aware you have been specially trained and equipped to deal with a position such as the one you will soon find yourself in. I, or perhaps a local or friendly agent I can recruit to our cause, will be along regularly to retrieve any data you manage to glean from your activities, and I will find an apartment or studio somewhere in this city where I can stay, at least for a time.

While the two of you are engaged I will carry out my own assingments, but I shall never stray far from you if I can help it, and should you ever require help I will always be ready to come to your aide. Yours is a most difficult task, and I do not doubt that at least once before our mission is over you will depend on each other to prevent severe injury, capture or death, and because of this I will pray in secret every day and night to the Allmighty for your safety and protection. Always be ready to evacuate your positions, for if such a time may come that our cover is compromised, or we are no longer welcome in this city, speedy movement will be essential to success and survival. Do you understand my words and intent?

MUI: I am ready to lay down all that I am for the sake of the Kitsune Empire.

VIX: While we still live no man nor beast, or even one posing an another, shall stand in the way of justice against evil!

SS James James II

"Thank you," Mr. James said into the headset. "I wish to thank both you, Mr. Prime Minister, and Her Highness, when we arrive there, and wish to ask, if the three of us may meet, maybe over a meal, after our arrival?"

SS James James II

"Thank you," Mr. James said into the headset. "I wish to thank both you, Mr. Prime Minister, and Her Highness, when we arrive there, and wish to ask, if the three of us may meet, maybe over a meal, after our arrival?"

"That would be alright with us." Zamenov stated.

OOC: Vix, Mui, I shall establish you both in the largest brothel with the most traffic we can find. Your objectives for the duration of your stay there will be twofold: Find out as much valuable data about the local Communist government and military forces and locations as you can, and attempt to make a contact though which we may open a dialoge with a militant rebel group. I will not lie, you will have to sleep with Communist officers and probably many other men and women to achieve your goals, but you know your duties, and I am aware you have been specially trained and equipped to deal with a position such as the one you will soon find yourself in. I, or perhaps a local or friendly agent I can recruit to our cause, will be along regularly to retrieve any data you manage to glean from your activities, and I will find an apartment or studio somewhere in this city where I can stay, at least for a time.

OOC: The people of Sevestres are not crazy sex addicts but rather drunkards, promiscuous men and women, lewd perverts and so forth. The attitude towards sexuality in Soryanastan would make a religious man cringe with horror while delighting the more liberally minded people of NS nations.

IC:

The red light district of Sevestres was particularly steaming with all the delightful sins that people would cherish from the brothels to the stores which apparently sold marital aids but in a time when genocide and the like governed the minds of the masses, such stores hardly did any business these days. Needless to say, the red light district was still active but was being monopolized by the Communists. When the Kitsunes ventured into it, they were immediately taken for harlots by one of the local brothel owners. She, like many other owners, was a harlot herself but hardly slept with anyone. A harlot has to be chosen but she chose the customers she wanted. "Get inside, you two. You're going to be working hard tonight."

She grinned. "There's a lot of commissars here.....and girls too."

OOC: This post is supposed to be much longer but time is lacking. Reply to this and I'll reply to your reply with the rest of this post here.

Somewhere in Soryanastan...

Not far from a power pylon, a black SUV (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/5d/Torchwood_SUV.jpg) sat stationary. It's owners, a pair of SRPA agents, stood at the base of the pylon, attaching something to the nearest support strut. After a moments fiddling, they both stepped back. One of them clicked on his radio

"Crucible, the pieces are falling into place. Suggest you be ready" he said, as a light appeared on the device

"Crucible reads you, Cascade. Go about your business" replied the voice on the end

The agent put the radio away, and the two agents returned to the SUV. This would not have been an uncommon sight in Soryanastan in recent days: two men and a black SUV hanging around a pylon, phone mast or TV aerial.

OOC: This is just showing the agents tapping into phone lines and what not.

"I am Captain Silenz of the FRLS Zeus, a Defiance class Destroyer in the Navy of the Free Republic of Lamoni. We rescued your group of survivors from the ocean not thirty minutes ago. Do not worry about your safety, we will not be turning you into the communist authorities in Soryanastan, unless you wish us to. Our nation was once taken over by communists in it's early history, and we hate all forms of the "Red Menace" to this day.

If you wish, we can take you and your... group back to Lamoni; or drop you off in the nation of Yanitaria, which is where this ship was heading when we found you and your group.

I would like to ask some initial questions first; we can get to the state of affairs in Soryanastan later, when you are stronger. The first thing that I would like to ask is, what is your name?"

The man initially laughed. "Why the fuck would I want to go back to those dogs? If I wanted to kill myself, I could get your men to shoot me and so on. Yet, I'm not going to do that. Look, Captain, those pieces of shit killed my wife, they killed my daughter, I'm all alone. I escaped from prison. Got hooked up with some refugees. Look at me. I'm nothing.

Another one of the refugees, a beautiful young woman, began to speak afterwards. "I was going to marry my fiancee but they took him to one of their labor camps. They pillaged my village and destroyed everything I had in my life."

Then another refugee spoke and then another and so forth. The first man smiled. "We've been through Hell and back. You have no idea about what's going on back in Soryanastan. My friend, you've got it made. You've probably got a good pay, a gorgeous gal waiting for you, and some little kids dying to see you again. What do I have? I've got corpses. Memories. Jack shit. So does everyone else here. You don't need to know my name. I'll just drift into obscurity anyways."

Somewhere in Soryanastan...

Not far from a power pylon, a black SUV (http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/5d/Torchwood_SUV.jpg) sat stationary. It's owners, a pair of SRPA agents, stood at the base of the pylon, attaching something to the nearest support strut. After a moments fiddling, they both stepped back. One of them clicked on his radio

"Crucible, the pieces are falling into place. Suggest you be ready" he said, as a light appeared on the device

"Crucible reads you, Cascade. Go about your business" replied the voice on the end

The agent put the radio away, and the two agents returned to the SUV. This would not have been an uncommon sight in Soryanastan in recent days: two men and a black SUV hanging around a pylon, phone mast or TV aerial.

OOC: This is just showing the agents tapping into phone lines and what not.

OOC: You could always get them attempting to sabotage something. ;)

the two soldiers landed on the deck and rise their rifle readly to put 30, 7.62mm rounds into any one making a fool move

"right which on opf you going to do all the talking"asked one of them as the Helicopter hovers near by

the two soldiers landed on the deck and rise their rifle readly to put 30, 7.62mm rounds into any one making a fool move

"right which on opf you going to do all the talking"asked one of them as the Helicopter hovers near by

The security guards immediately rose their rifles up towards the two soldiers without any emotion upon their faces. If they had to kill people to defend themselves from harm than so be it. Princess Janata sat quietly on a simple chair while Zamenov, the Prime Minister, began to speak. "I shall be the one talking. Perhaps you could lower your guns. There is no need for violence here."

OOC: You could always get them attempting to sabotage something. ;)

OOC: Who says that's not what they're doing? Electronic Terrorism FTW

OOC: Who says that's not what they're doing? Electronic Terrorism FTW

OOC: I think I will have to send some comissars to "greet" them. ;)

OOC: By all means, feel free to.

OOC: By all means, feel free to.

As the agents of the Ustian nation were hard at work trying to tap into phone lines, they had been spotted by a group of comissars doing nightly patrols. Of course, they shouted at the agents and began to fire violently at them with the intention to paralyze rather than kill. God knows what they'd do to get information out of the agents.

The security guards immediately rose their rifles up towards the two soldiers without any emotion upon their faces. If they had to kill people to defend themselves from harm than so be it. Princess Janata sat quietly on a simple chair while Zamenov, the Prime Minister, began to speak. "I shall be the one talking. Perhaps you could lower your guns. There is no need for violence here."

"we can but you still be covered by a 55 HMG from our ride"answer one as the lower their guns

"so you going to tell us why the sub picked up alot of boats leaving this area,so we can tell the water walkers (navys nickname) in the fleet if they need to change the fleets path"asked the other one

"we can but you still be covered by a 55 HMG from our ride"answer one as the lower their guns

"so you going to tell us why the sub picked up alot of boats leaving this area,so we can tell the water walkers (navys nickname) in the fleet if they need to change the fleets path"asked the other one

Zamenov laughed. "Surely the men of your sub would know that there are refugees fleeing our homeland?"

Zamenov laughed. "Surely the men of your sub would know that there are refugees fleeing our homeland?"

"we dam well don't know when you are under water, so get to the dam point and tell us what going on"

"we dam well don't know when you are under water, so get to the dam point and tell us what going on"

Zamenov sighed. "We've fled our nation. We're all that's left of what once was."

Zamenov sighed. "We've fled our nation. We're all that's left of what once was."

"oh well that happens,do you know if there any threats around from those you running away from"answer the one standing close to the group

"there goes the submarine" said the other soldier to himself as it started to submerge

Olyan, Soryanastan

So here I am; I came to perhaps experience what my nation could've become, had our founders... oh who am I kidding!? Leslie-Bernadette Velnusche, correspondent-at-large for the Wagdian International Broadcasting Corporation Channel 1's editorial partnership with the private Tailville DR International Herald-Tribune, despaired at the truth of why she was in this dump of a nation being followed around by National Salvation Front minders that kept giving her just the wrong looks all the time. I got sent here sub-rosa and with no explanation at all, supposedly to investigate rumors of genocide and so on as usual so the anchors have their evening dose of blood for the masses; probably just to get rid of me for some reason though why I'm the last to know as always. No, indeed for her and her cameraman James Bertrand things were not all glorious revolutionary sunshine and boldness at all; strenuous efforts by their 'gracious hosts' notwithstanding of course.

Strolling towards the capital's red-light district, ever under the minders' eyes, a thought occurred to Leslie and struck home. These idiots... I was raised to think most of their ilk were somehow better, and maybe in my nation's case they were; but these are no Eastern Star People's Front and I doubt they ever will be. The name of the original combined leftist and nationalist coalition, that had seized Wagdog's independence in the mid 1970's during the death throes of the Atrean and Yaforite colonial empires that had dominated the so-named region of Nova earlier, was of course known to any Wagdian citizen or legal resident that had attended the nation's schooling. And common among student discussions of or essays about it was the thesis that the hybrid (if still left-dominated) nature of the government the rebels' formed in time was chiefly responsible for the nation avoiding most of the worse tendencies common to Socialist states, even though broadly-speaking the first forty-odd years of the nation's existence still qualified it as such; excesses such as the Soryanistani NSF's being of course vastly harder to perpetrate where total power was not in fact held by any one group however ostensibly extreme.

As for Wagdog now, seven years plus after the Ennuisian War that had arguably broken the old jury-rigged pseudo-Red system even despite a substantial draw in strategic terms? 'Populist' was the best term that could be applied to the pesent Revolutionary Commonwealth if one had to use an ideological descriptor at all, and had been applied moreover almost to the point of entering official use; but even that basically meant whatever the person using it wanted to. Perhaps even in the Wagdian government's own case as it seemed increasingly wont to when it raised the word at all, knowing as more besides Leslie did just how jarring the contradiction between official State pageantry or polemics and daily life or policy frequently became nowadays. Her thoughts thus led back to the matter at hand, she resolved, we should ditch these nosy bitches and then maybe I can get something to show for my time here, but how? Wait...

Signaling quietly to James, he being all bushy-faced eagerness to follow just as the minders were as much grim determination for the first few seconds until their faces switched to predatory anticipation once Leslie's destination came into sight. The sign said Sappho's Paradise, and by the looks of it the place was hopping. "You said the girls here were interesting, James?" He was a sweet man really but very naive even by young Leslie's standards; and she, though being of the right persuasion for Sappho's Paradise in theory, hadn't really had any steady relationships ever as opposed to fleeting liaisons with women that swiftly dropped the matter for whatever reasons of their own. Meek as she usually was, despite her displays of temper to put the appearance otherwise and compete in what remained often enough a man's world, Leslie probably just never followed through enough for the initial attraction to stick for her various would've-been partners.

"Uh, yeah?" Indeed, he was sweating; oh if he was this easily gulled she'd drop the minders for sure and they could get out to where the real stories were in this middle of nowhere. No more nodding lamely as she saw enslaved dissdents brokenly "bravely endeavoring in the monumental tasks of National Salvation and glorious Revolutionary People's Social Construction!" as the NSF brain-breakingly put it. No more having to dodge women or men both looking for some quick escape of the flesh to allay the ennui inflicted by a world gone mad in their eyes. She would be free to make what she would here, even if sent against her will; i.e. she would arguably the only real 'revolutionary' within sight for leagues on end. In her case, that really was saying something because in the end Leslie-Bernadette Velnusche seemingly always gave people what they wanted of her; creepy fanatics like the NSF of course notwithstanding since they always wanted too much even to start with.

"Well, get that camera ready. You're about to see just how interesting indeed the ladies here can get, I think." She didn't doubt the minders were now enticed; she wasn't particularly looking anymore though, lest they think the worst possible things in that context, not that she couldn't read them and say they hadn't already of course. No, just one foot in front of the other, into the gaudy unknown before her. Look back and one may wish one hadn't before long...

OOC: Any and all liberties taken with the permission of Soryanastan as arranged prior over MSN.

"Well, get that camera ready. You're about to see just how interesting indeed the ladies here can get, I think." She didn't doubt the minders were now enticed; she wasn't particularly looking anymore though, lest they think the worst possible things in that context, not that she couldn't read them and say they hadn't already of course. No, just one foot in front of the other, into the gaudy unknown before her. Look back and one may wish one hadn't before long...

The establishment which Leslie had ventured into had forbade James from entering due to the policy which stipulated only women were permitted into the premises but, of course, he was given compensation by being allowed to film the area around the establishment, from the outside, not knowing what Leslie would be going through. As for Leslie, she was immediately greeted by a rather demure woman. Not one of the mere greeters. Not one of the harlots. The owner herself had chosen to greet Leslie when she overheard the little conversation about the cameraman. "Welcome to my establishment. You may address me as Nymira. I'm glad you've chosen here out of all the others. We're the oldest establishment around. Come, follow me."

Nymira led Leslie down one of the halls with a grin upon her face and the occassional soft hand rubbing against Leslie as if by accident yet, of course, it was actually intentional. "Perhaps you'd like to try out some of our services? You are a tourist and, indeed, I like you. So, I think I'll let you get some action from me. And, since I feel charitable, it will all be free. Of course, you wouldn't be able to have your cameraman film it but, if you wanted, I can have our session recorded so you can watch it over and over again. Long before the shit hit the fan, many people chose to have their sessions recorded. Also, you're the first person to do anything with me. No one's ever had me before."

Nymira grinned as she led Leslie into a lavish bedroom and had her sit on the plush bed that was in the center of the room. Licking her lips rather hungrily, Nymira smiled. "What would you like?" She went closer, closer, closer towards Leslie to the point that would suggest they were going to kiss. Nymira leaned in closer, her lips heading upon Leslie's throat as if she were a vampire, and she whispered. "I can do anything you want.....anything."

A hand began to head up under Leslie's shirt and, well, it was up to Leslie to decide what to do next.

OOC: I do hope this post passes in the eyes of the mods, etc.

"oh well that happens,do you know if there any threats around from those you running away from"answer the one standing close to the group

"there goes the submarine" said the other soldier to himself as it started to submerge

"Oh well that happens? That sounds pretty fucking rude." One of the bystanders said before Zamenov silenced him with his hand.

"Don't worry about him," Zamenov began, "and no, we've got no threats. Not yet at least."

"Oh well that happens? That sounds pretty fucking rude." One of the bystanders said before Zamenov silenced him with his hand.

"Don't worry about him," Zamenov began, "and no, we've got no threats. Not yet at least."

"so he be happy that we had say alll the boring the things they going to be hear for oithers when you tell what happen"said one soldier to the other

"good that there are none , is there any thing else you have to tell us"

Twenty two hours.

That was how long Katie Hunter had been waiting for this moment. Twenty two hours of painstaking planning, some string pulling, a lot of guts, a little smooth talking and many, many hours of deep soul searching had led to this. This was the climax, the greatest thing in the human mind, the very instance when all the painstaking work, all the hardships and all the effort would be rewarded in one great crescendo of a moment, the peak. She knew that it differed from person to person, she knew that some people were satisfied with a simple thank you, others with a round of applause in a crowd, still others were happy with a hug, or kiss, or some other form of affection. Katie had never really had that affection, she’s never grown used to it. She was alone in the world and she got her satisfaction from death.

She wasn’t quite sure why it did it for her, or how, all she knew was that when the life of another was snuffed out as a result of her planning, she felt like the greatest human in the world. She felt unstoppable, invincible, immortal. Then she came crashing back to Earth, the chemicals in her brain returning to their normal state and she would realise what she was. She was a Murderer. She had always been a murderer and she guessed that was what it was.
When someone was killed as a result of her traps, or her plans, then Katie guessed that her buzz came from knowing that she had been smarter than that person. In the back of her mind, she compared it to a practical joke, like the ones with the water balloons or whoopee cushions, except there was no laughing in her case, though there may be some clapping. Katie supposed that it just made her feel like she had a purpose in the world. When she was not doing anything else, she realised that she couldn’t do anything else. It was not a job she had been led to, it was a lifestyle, an obsession, she had no skills for anything else. It was then that the depression started, she felt so low, so worthless that she would cry herself to sleep, if she slept at all, then she would start on herself for being so pitiful,
‘You’re a grown woman!’ she would snap at herself, as she lay with the sheets drawn and the cool breeze wafting gently onto her skin and the noises of the night animals. But no matter how many time she told it to herself, the pain never went away. Ever.

She looked down now, at the sight that confronted her and wondered if she had the heart to go through with it. Yes, this time was different and her actions would help many people rather than taking away from their lives, but it still felt…wrong. Her actions had been fuelled by revenge and the anger that boiled deep in her veins. Her two Contacts and, indeed, her two friends, were dead, slain by this dump of a system that seemed insistent on making itself the only option in the country. Not the best by far, but the only one. Already it’s dark grip dragged across the lands of Soryanastan, religion was gone, free will was gone, hope and peace and freedom were gone. There was nothing now but sex, death and politics and she wasn’t sure which took priority. One of her Contacts had only been eighteen.

She was currently sitting in an apartment block that she had rented in one of the more rundown parts of the city. She sat and brooded, staring out of the open window as the shadows of dusk danced across the car hoods and the people scurrying for cover from the impending storm of violence and murder. She did not blame them, but they were not her concern for the moment. The street was narrow, only wide enough for a parked car on the sidewalk, then another on the road itself, tall buildings rose on either side of the narrow road, blocking the sunlight at all times of day apart from dawn and dusk. At the moment, the street was illuminated by the brilliant yellow and passionately orange light. She sat in her chair, in the middle of the empty room, and waited.

Time dragged on, and Katie’s fears grew with each passing moment. She feared she would be discovered, that there were already Commissars on their way to dispense justice with the truncheon and the gun and items she couldn’t bear to think about. She had been ready to die for a cause, once, but when the cause dies, so the will dies with it and she was now long past that era. She did fear death, if only because she had yet to complete her task on earth before ascending to the Father or, more likely in her instance, descend into Lucifer’s pit. That was what she feared about death. It was also why she had to complete her mission while on earth. She had to spare herself.

The Alversian Woman was dragged from her thoughts though as she heard something. She knew, even before her brain had processed the information, that she was hearing sirens, Police sirens, and for a moment her heart stopped in terror. All her plans and waiting had been for nothing. The sound echoed against the tall, imposing walls, turning one siren into a dozen, a dozen ways to be surrounded, a dozen ways to be caught. She could see it in her mind’s eye; a quick scuffle, a burst of gunfire and it would all be over. She would be going down and her task would end in failure. That was what she was scared off.

But then, she snapped herself to attention as she realised that the sirens were what she had been waiting for. She had been waiting for the sirens to signal the arrival of her target, the mission that she had spent the last twenty-two hours of her life planning for. She tensed in spite of herself, knowing that the mission would be successful. She had not had the time she would normally have taken to complete a mission such as this but she knew that she had done everything as methodically as she would have done normally. In her mind, she ran through her target in her mind as the sirens drew menacingly closer.

His name was Etar Duran and he was the Head Commissar of the city. He was in command of the City’s purges and so was responsible for the deaths and disappearances of thousands. He had gone from a simple Soldier in the pre-Revolution Army to a Senior Official, simply by being in the right place at the right time to say ‘Yes’ to the people who needed it. He had been a stupid Private, no ambitions and no thoughts of his own. Now he had something to do, lots of killing and lots of promoting of his new ideology. She was going to stop him. This Commissar would not live to regret the day he ordered the hit on her house, he was not regret the day he had crossed her. He would not regret it.

She had not slept in nearly thirty hours and her eyes were heavy in her head, screaming at her for sleep. However, her mind was too focused on this moment, she needed this. She needed a reward for all her work. She had sworn that she would never kill like this again, but she had no choice. She had been drawn out of retirement by this thug and his bullying ideas.
She had first gone and, using her charm, money and fake ID’s to gather together all she could find on her target. She had read it time and time again. She had accessed files that she should not have accessed. She had found his route and she had rented an apartment. She had sat with a pen and notepad, taking down all the details on the car, on the escort and on the exact route and time. After several hours of painstaking purchases and assembly, she had made herself a weapon, a bomb. She had then sat in a room and studied the make of car intensely, learning of it’s weak points and the best place to put a device. She had then snuck into the compound and assembled the device within the car, under the guise of a Mechanic, who she had gotten drunk and stolen her clothes. Luckily they were the right size, with a little cutting down. She had finished there, dumped the clothes back on the drunken woman, then returned to her apartment to watch the climax, and reward, of her work.

She watched as the black limousine with blacked out windows and the flag of the government on the front hood. He was accompanied by four Outriders on motorcycles, two of whom had peeled off to block the road ahead and stop the traffic for an interrupted run. Except she was going to stop that. Bang on cue, she took out a customised remote for a television and pressed the button for channel 0. As she did so, all hell broke loose. The car disintegrated into a ball of fire, taking up not only the limousine but two of the Motorcycles, most of the cars along the street and shattering the windows up to the forth stories of each building. On the sixth floor, she was fine. She smiled as the screaming started and Commissars ran to the burning skeleton that had once been the Mayor himself.


She could not help but smile as she walked down the stairs and left via the back entrance, into the darkening alley and towards her new hired car, away from the plume of smoke.

Revenge was a dish best served cold. In her case, freezing.

Satisfaction.

Ravana knew the secret network of alleyways in the city of Sevestres which she relied upon whenever she had to do a mission for her boss who sat somewhere in the hideout of her sleeper cell to do nothing more than order her around. Do this, do that, kill him, fuck with these guys, it was enough to make anyone snap but Ravana Charka did it all with emotionless precision. Although Ravana would have preferred to just rest for the night, she was told that she had to spy on the local comissar boss, Etar Duran, and make sure he was open for any attack. Ravana wanted him dead. Everyone in her cell wanted the leaders of the Communist rebels, for they refused to call them ministers of government, utterly wiped out.

Walking along the streets and through the pitch black alleyways, Ravana knew that she had to complete her mission without caring about emotions, about human rights, about the target's possibly inherent right to life. As she traveled, Ravana thought about Katie. That woman sure was gorgeous, she thought, but she couldn't let any possible desire to sleep with a woman get in the way of her only thought. To kill. To destroy. To get revenge.

Just as she was going to make her next move, she heard the explosion and sharply turned her head to see the rising smoke from the distance. Fuck, she thought, it must have been that woman again. She rushed to the scene, noticed the Communist guardsmen going apeshit, and then turned to see Katie again. Sneaking into the darkness, Ravana waited until she was behind Katie and then, with a grin, she threw her arms around Katie, one hand covering the mouth and the other dangerously close to her breasts, and then she pulled her back into the darkness while whispering in her ear: "You did a pretty good stunt back there. Killing my target. Thanks."

Ravana noticed her hand was upon Katie's chest and she grinned. "I've got to admit that you have a really sublime body and it's very attractive. Oh, yes, I'm a lesbian. Don't worry, I'm not going to force myself on you. I'll let you discover your inner dyke. You know....what makes you just want another woman to...." She titled Katie's head around and her lips skimmed through her neck. "If you'd like, I'll give you a treat. A reward for doing my job for me. A long and....pleasurable reward. What do you think, eh? Don't try anything. I'd have to kill you and it'd really be a fucking shame for me to kill you. A real fucking shame. So what's it going to be?"

As the agents of the Ustian nation were hard at work trying to tap into phone lines, they had been spotted by a group of comissars doing nightly patrols. Of course, they shouted at the agents and began to fire violently at them with the intention to paralyze rather than kill. God knows what they'd do to get information out of the agents.

As the Commissars opened fire, the two SRPA agents dived for cover behind the SUV. Obviously, parts of the it were bulletproof, and the Commissars bullets bounced harmlessly off. They returned fire with their sidearms, powerful .44 Magnums. But as one stuck his head out to fire, a bullet caught him square in the head. With a splatter of red, he slumped to the floor. His fellow, now alone against a group of commissars, grabbed his radio

"Crucible, Cascade-7 is detected. Initiating final protocol" he shouted into it. As expected, there was no reply. That was the final protocol.

He then fired a round into the radio, planted C4 under the car and hauled himself into the driver's seat. He turned it towards the group of commissars, bullets striking the windscreen. As it reached the group, he pressed the detonator and the SUV vanished in a blinding explosion, presumably taking his enemies with him.

As the Commissars opened fire, the two SRPA agents dived for cover behind the SUV. Obviously, parts of the it were bulletproof, and the Commissars bullets bounced harmlessly off. They returned fire with their sidearms, powerful .44 Magnums. But as one stuck his head out to fire, a bullet caught him square in the head. With a splatter of red, he slumped to the floor. His fellow, now alone against a group of commissars, grabbed his radio

"Crucible, Cascade-7 is detected. Initiating final protocol" he shouted into it. As expected, there was no reply. That was the final protocol.

He then fired a round into the radio, planted C4 under the car and hauled himself into the driver's seat. He turned it towards the group of commissars, bullets striking the windscreen. As it reached the group, he pressed the detonator and the SUV vanished in a blinding explosion, presumably taking his enemies with him.

OOC: Assuming that only one or two comissars got out of the explosion, I'll be replying to this post from the viewpoint of an average citizen.

Lephar was just an average citizen in the city of Sevestres who lived with his girlfriend in an apartment suite in the area where all the turmoil was occuring; he had calmly been resting in his bed after making love to his girl who was sleeping soundly with him but when the explosion had occured, Lephar jumped out of bed with his girl to take a look out their window, obviously not noticing they were still naked, but that was probably because they were too concerned with the explosion. The first one, the one that killed Etar, had concerned them but didn't stop them from consumating their love again.

"Fucking explosions. Why can't we just go back to the way things once were?" Lephar said with a sigh before he went to gather up his clothes while his girlfriend, Calina, was watching him in silence. She sure was beautiful, he thought, as he looked at her in nothing but her birthday suit. They had to hide out in this suite because their dorm in the local college was destroyed in the fighting and, of course, the Communists didn't feel like rebuilding it. Once the two got dressed, Lephar took Calina into his hands and looked into her eyes. "You'll be safe if you just stick with me, Calina. Don't let any of those Reds get a hold of you."

Calina nodded and then they decided to continue looking outside as they heard the first signs of the mass mobilization of comissars and soldiers in the streets. Other citizens were looking out their windows to see soldiers rushing to the scene of the next explosion. Why can't this all end, Lephar thought, why?

Katie was almost at the car, revelling in a job well done. She had had her satisfaction, she had the warmth, but then it was gone. She could have compared it to taking drugs, except she had never taken drugs before. One spent hundreds of pounds on the drugs, getting high on the purchase. They would revel in the feeling, loving every second of it, knowing that they had made the right decisions all along and that nothing could ever compare to this feeling right now. But then they came down from the feeling, there was nothing then, it was empty, totally empty. Suddenly all those decisions were wrong, everything was retraced, everything reanalysed. That was how Katie felt now. Revenge had felt good initially but now she knew she had taken more life. She knew she had inflicted pain on someone for no real reason other than to satisfy her own personal tastes. It was not the Commissar she had worried about, but the Escorts who had also been taken, those who had not deserved to die,
‘Civilian losses are unavoidable in war’ She tried to tell herself, but this wasn’t a war. This was her trying to get even with someone who had hurt her. They had not and they were now dead.

She must have been brooding pretty hard on this point because she didn’t hear or see the Agent creeping up and slipping her hand over her mouth, the other hand ending up just below her chest. Her first reaction was to curse violently at being caught, she had been so careless. She was lucky she wasn’t dead already. Then she heard the voice and knew it was that Agent from the other night, when her Friends had been killed. She noticed the lack of weapon, perhaps she wasn’t going to kill her. She noticed something else as well. A feeling.

It was the hand just below her breast, the one that was massaging her skin through the jumper. She felt it and she felt a strange feeling within her body. She had felt this way before, of course, in her more carefree days…but not now, not anymore and certainly not with a woman. But it was so hard to ignore. Especially when her soft, wet lips began to brush against the pale, smooth, exposed skin along her neck, she physically shivered to the touch. She had to break away here, before this Woman got any more under her defences. It was dangerous enough already.

Using her strength, Katie pushed away from the Indiviual in question, turning to face her, stance ready for a fight. Then she saw who is was and her mouth dropped. The Woman was beautiful. Katie was torn then, suddenly, between the instincts that had guided her thourgh her whole life and kept her alive, and the new feelings that were sprouting within her like a fountain from the earth. She didn’t know what to do.

Hesitantly she pushed off from her position, towards the Native Agent, rushing through all of the attack patterns in her mind. However, of all the moves she could have pulled off, the one that occurred was the one that was least expected by her.
They’re bodies gently brushed together, Alversian hands dropping to Ravanna’s rear as they locked lips, Katie kissing her delicately, completely uncomprehending what was happening. What was she doing! She wasn’t gay!

Turned out that she had underestimated herself.

Ravana had to admit that she was quite amazed to see Katie so eager to get into the swing of things but since she knew that the Communists were probably mobilizing a horde of soldiers for a massive search of the streets, Ravana immediately pulled Katie with her down the streets until they reached one of the alleys that no one ever visited. It was a dead end. Ravana shoved Katie onto the wall, her hands firmly upon those of Katie so as to hold her down, and then the French kissing started. The tongues danced passionately while Ravana's hands went all over Katie's body rapidly, quickly, but slowly enough to make it all the more pleasurable. Of course, Ravana had been with plenty of other women since college. The agents she worked with knew all about her affairs back then. The stories they told about her were usually kept among themselves and usually brought up whenever they wanted to fool around with their openly lesbian friend.

Ravana lifted one of Katie's legs up as she kissed her madly in the hopes that she would pleasure this woman. She shoved her hands up the white t-shirt and everywhere else that she could think of in her mind. She wanted Katie to drown in the pleasure. Like every other woman she slept with had.

While muttering some praises into Katie's ear which usually consisted of how hot and gorgeous she was, Ravana began to put her hands around the rim of Katie's trousers and then immediately went to work. As she did, Ravana began to feel excitement rush through her veins. She felt like just tearing Katie's clothes off and, truth be told, she did that. Keeping her own on, of course. Katie wasn't going to get a taste of her yet. She wanted nothing more than to get a taste of Katie. And, boy, was it a good one. A great one. One which she thought like wanting more and more.

Meanwhile, as Ravana was getting it on with Katie, the Communists were breaking down doors and interrogating anyone they could get their hands on. Eventually, much to Ravana's dislike, the Communists were getting closer to her location and only Heaven knew what shit they could get into; she did not want to get Katie dragged down with her into the abyss. She got Katie hastily redressed and then carried her off to a hideout. It was adorned with nothing more than posters and was filled with three men. The first man was at the computer station and was pretty much a nerd. Yet he looked pretty handsome. The other two men were badass soldiers. The enforcers. Then there was Ravana. The three men swiftly turned, when Ravana burst through the door, to see Katie. Their eyes were locked solely upon Katie. One of the men, one of the soldiers, laughed. "Well, Rav, is this girl your new conquest?"

"She's staying with us." Ravana said before throwing Katie a canteen from what one could call the kitchen. The others just watched Katie silently for a moment before the nerd began to speak. "Can we trust her? She could be a....."

"She's the one who kill Duran."

The other soldier smiled. "This girl kill him, eh? Well, that's awesome. I guess we could let her join us then."

The nerd nodded along with his friend. "If she's found Ravana's favor and not just for the sex appeal then I guess we can keep her around....."

"And we could always kill her if she fucks up."

"Indeed."

Ravana took Katie to her chambers and closed the door before she took Katie into her arms with her lips, once again, going over her neck as if she were a vampire. "Tell me your name. You can stay with us but only if you promise to work alongside us. Fuck up and you're dead - I really wouldn't want to kill you. There's an empty room for you where you can sleep. Don't mind the others. It's right for them to be wary of you. You, the girl that I think.....I may end up loving."

Ravana turned away and then, as she was about to leave Katie, turned her head sharply and grinned. "If you liked what I did for you, and ever want more, just ask. I'm always around. If I die, well, that's a risk I've incurred by sticking to my job as an agent. Everybody dies. Might as well make the best of your existence."

When Ravana returned to the others, the soldiers laughed again and were making jokes about how Ravana must have done something sexual with Katie; all Ravana said about this was: "Yep. I got a good taste of her and it was sublime. Makes all the other women pale in comparison. Now, I want you all to trust her - don't give her any bullshit."

One of the soldiers smiled. "We'll trust her as long as she shows us that she deserves it."

Kaori and the others sat down for an emergency security meeting. The kidnapping of citizens had prompted demands for military action. Usually the government wasn't interventionist but this was the case they wanted to make the exception.

"I'm not intrested in reformatting the commie government there. There's already a dozen or so nations with their prying eyes and that shit hole. I want our citizens out."

"Yes ma'am."

"We are preparing a number of air sweeps. Recon shows a number of possible bunkers in the foliage. If we send in troops we can work through them."

"Which bunkers have our people?"

"We aren't sure. We have attempted to send in spies posing as sympathizers so far no data has been conclusive."

"Well we're wasting time with spies on the ground."

"Madam Stateholder, with all due respect, we can't just send the soldiers into a fire storm. Searching the bunkers one by one will take time, resources, money and lives. The faster we can get in and out, the better we'll be."

"I think the taxpayers will not care about a small hike to get their fellow citizens home. But your right. What do we know?"

"Our data has been able to get it down to a 15 mile stretch of forest area."

"We're wasting time. Send them through the 15 miles. We have a good special ops team, against a band of rag tag commies, it shouldn't be a problem."

"Yes Ma'am."

"But I want this quiet. The hive is already stirred up, I don't want to get tied in a bunch political BS with whoever is down there."

"Of course madam. We'll send a cargo plane over, put it under a neutral tail air drop our guys in there."

"Do it now."



In the dead of night a large cargo plane under the guise of a simple private civilian cargo airplane flew over Soryanastan. Not wanting to attract attention of hostiles on the ground and the other nations that were there they dropped in a band of soldiers. Landing they prepared for trouble at any moment's notice.

Alfegos 'Operation Constrictor'
Taskforce Alpha

Operation Constrictor was the name given to the military operation planned by Alfegos to topple the communist government of Soryanstan, destabilising the rebels in charge by two methods. The first part of the operation was to cut off military supplies entering the country, turning away the majority of ships yet allowing the occasional aid ship through. In addition, anything leaving the country was to be blocked - rebels were to be stopped, and any refugees thoroughly checked before they were left to go to their chosen destinations.

This was enforced by a rapid-reaction naval squadron thrown together, circling the area and intercepting any surface craft detected by RADAR or via Taskforce Bravo. The majority of the vessels cutting through the waters however weren't conventional ships as such, but missile-carrying ekranoplans acting to rapidly intercept any craft, speeding up to 200km/h and skipping over the waves as they found anything of interested. A total of twenty such craft were spread around the area, in addition to a missile cruiser acting as a command centre for the taskforce operation.

Right now, one of the ekranoplans had been alerted to the presence of a small yacht leaving the nation - one of the many hundreds that held refugees fleeing the nation. The ekranoplan itself was a Type 89 Missile Carrier, the top of the fuselage interrupted by a series of five large missile-tube pairs, each designed to sink a much larger vessel. With the ten large turbofans at full power, the craft was soon rapidly bearing down on the small yacht, dropping onto the water to slow down as it pulled up alongside the craft. A small roof hatch opened on the ekranoplan, one of the crewmen yelling through a megaphone.
"Pull your yacht over to the side of this craft, and prepare to be boarded. If you do not comply, you will be forced to return to your homeland, or your vessel will be destroyed."
Behind him, a number of crew hands armed with light assault rifles started climbing out, weapons trained on the side of the other vessel.

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Taskforce Bravo

The second stage of the operation was to be initialised by the second taskforce present in the area. These however weren't surface ships, but a formation of airships hovering twenty miles offshore Soryanstan. Three Consul-class Aerocrusiers sat in the sky stationary, awaiting their orders as they prepared the airships for what they were to do. Flanking them, five Aerofrigates sat as protection for the airships from any air threats, smaller craft armed with long-range anti-aircraft weaponry and shorter-range point-defence weaponry. The formation sat still as clouds moved around and above them, their grey paint making them difficult to see by the majority of observers, all the while invisibly sending and receiving data relative to their target in Soryanstan.
The Aerocruisers each had a payload in excess of two thousand tonnes of munitions, the majority being long-range anti-structure missiles and cruise missiles, interspersed by the occasional AShM. These all sat receiving programming of co-ordinates from high command via satellite, in preparation of releasing untold damage upon their targets.

In the gondola of the furthest-left airship, the AAS Consul, the communications controller sat listening intently on the radio, whilst watching the same message appear on the screen.
"Confirmed, Hotel Charlie - Authorisation code is two, niner, golf, bravo, five, delta, seven, zero."
At the weapons control station, one of the controllers gave a thumbs up, as the code he received was accepted by the computer, a small light changing from yellow to a bright green.
"Weapons systems are ready. Firing as directed in five seconds..."

Further back, the missile payload gondola shook as one of the panels covering the sides swung open, revealing a jet of smoke and flame as a missile was thrown out by a booster charge. As it cleared the side of the airship, its main engine fired up, a tongue of flame flickering out the back as it sped off into the distance. The missile was a Scorpian IV anti-structural weapon, tipped with a timer-run 80kg high explosive warhead and guided towards its target by GPS. Within a minute, the missile was nearly on top of its target - a government building highlighted by intelligence to be a likely rebel stronghold. At this point, it tilted and dropped nearly vertically downwards, aiming for a vertical impact to minimise collateral damage. As it slammed into the roof of the building, a timer activated to allow it to travel five metres onwards, before the warhead itself exploded in a flash of heat and light.

Behind it, nine more missiles followed from the same airship, aiming for similar targets in cities within fifty miles of the airship. All were designed to cause maximum damage to the communist regime in charge, hitting government facilities hard to force a collapse in political structure.
From the AAS Solace, a series of six cruise missiles tipped with heavy cluster munitions followed suite, dropping low from the airships as their engines propelled them towards their goals. These were destined for the major airports and military aerodromes that had been highlighted as threats, as part of a second prong of the attack - to cripple any vestiges of an airforce and cut off the ability for the nation to trade, the missiles targeted to cause maximum destruction to runways and fuelling stations.

In the airship gondolas, the crews awaited to hear from the satellite analysts the success of the fire mission.

OOC: The people of Sevestres are not crazy sex addicts but rather drunkards, promiscuous men and women, lewd perverts and so forth. The attitude towards sexuality in Soryanastan would make a religious man cringe with horror while delighting the more liberally minded people of NS nations.

IC:

The red light district of Sevestres was particularly steaming with all the delightful sins that people would cherish from the brothels to the stores which apparently sold marital aids but in a time when genocide and the like governed the minds of the masses, such stores hardly did any business these days. Needless to say, the red light district was still active but was being monopolized by the Communists. When the Kitsunes ventured into it, they were immediately taken for harlots by one of the local brothel owners. She, like many other owners, was a harlot herself but hardly slept with anyone. A harlot has to be chosen but she chose the customers she wanted. "Get inside, you two. You're going to be working hard tonight."

She grinned. "There's a lot of commissars here.....and girls too."

OOC: This post is supposed to be much longer but time is lacking. Reply to this and I'll reply to your reply with the rest of this post here.

OOC: I know, merely trying to cash in on an IC perspective. ;)

IC:

Seno looked to Mui and Vix as they stopped by the enterance to the brothel that, if all things went well, would be their home for at least the next several weeks. "And good riddance!" He snarled. "Hoes have been more fucking trouble than they're worth, anyhow!" He turned his brilliant yellow eyes on the harlot, narrowing to slits. "You're a lucky women, nobody else in the country's got kitsune for entertainment, I can promise ya that!"
As he turned away he whispered to them, so quietly it could only be picked up by their sensitive hearing. "Danh dự của bạn với những Empire của bạn can. Tháng năm Thiên Chúa nụ cười khi bạn."
Your honor the Empire with your courage. May God smile upon you.
And then he was gone, walking swiftly down the street, not looking back.

"There's a lot of commissars here.....and girls too."
Vix demurely put her arm up between the cleft of her breasts, resting her chin on her knuckles, looking quite innocent. "I like girls," she said softly, and Mui gave a small giggle, wrapping her arms around her own waist, tail twisting though her legs and around her ankles.

There was not much that Katie could do, so suddenly floored by the passion which she had been shown in that alleyway. It was so different to what she was used to. This Ravanna seemed to know what she was about and there was no way she was gonna let the comments of the others get to her heart. She had heard worse and done worse so she was not bothered. The need for revenge had been replaced by something else...love.

So, with that heavily on her mind. She went to bed and slept.

"Pull your yacht over to the side of this craft, and prepare to be boarded. If you do not comply, you will be forced to return to your homeland, or your vessel will be destroyed."
Behind him, a number of crew hands armed with light assault rifles started climbing out, weapons trained on the side of the other vessel.

Zamenov looked upon the Fegosian soldiers with a smirk. He did not question them at all as he ordered the crew to allow the Fegosians on board. Once they had boarded, he began to speak. "I am Zamenov, head of the government in exile. It is with grim tidings that I greet you. We've been banished from our homeland by the force that is necessity. The girl you see here is Janata, the titular Queen, since her parents were so horribly murdered. Well, the King died glorious in battle but his wife......"
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Further back, the missile payload gondola shook as one of the panels covering the sides swung open, revealing a jet of smoke and flame as a missile was thrown out by a booster charge. As it cleared the side of the airship, its main engine fired up, a tongue of flame flickering out the back as it sped off into the distance. The missile was a Scorpian IV anti-structural weapon, tipped with a timer-run 80kg high explosive warhead and guided towards its target by GPS. Within a minute, the missile was nearly on top of its target - a government building highlighted by intelligence to be a likely rebel stronghold. At this point, it tilted and dropped nearly vertically downwards, aiming for a vertical impact to minimise collateral damage. As it slammed into the roof of the building, a timer activated to allow it to travel five metres onwards, before the warhead itself exploded in a flash of heat and light.

Behind it, nine more missiles followed from the same airship, aiming for similar targets in cities within fifty miles of the airship. All were designed to cause maximum damage to the communist regime in charge, hitting government facilities hard to force a collapse in political structure.
From the AAS Solace, a series of six cruise missiles tipped with heavy cluster munitions followed suite, dropping low from the airships as their engines propelled them towards their goals. These were destined for the major airports and military aerodromes that had been highlighted as threats, as part of a second prong of the attack - to cripple any vestiges of an airforce and cut off the ability for the nation to trade, the missiles targeted to cause maximum destruction to runways and fuelling stations.

In the airship gondolas, the crews awaited to hear from the satellite analysts the success of the fire mission.

The missles had largely landed in the city of Kardenas which had been somewhat inland and which had access to the ocean through a little route which was usually used by refugees in their attempt to get out of the land they loved. On the day of the attack, the citizens were usually trying to get on with their lives. Amidst the overbearing paternalist nature of the Communist yoke, the citizens tried their best to simply live. When the first missles fell upon their targets, the citizens watched in horror as the targets were utterly destroyed. Citizens died as they fell. Citizens ran for their lives while soldiers rushed to man the makeshift anti-air defences.

Explosions rang throughout the city along with the screams of the women and the cries of the men and, as would be expected, the petitions of the children. When all was said and done, some soldiers looked over to the ocean. They knew someone was attacking. The question was if there was more in store.

ooc can you post back to my post

There was not much that Katie could do, so suddenly floored by the passion which she had been shown in that alleyway. It was so different to what she was used to. This Ravanna seemed to know what she was about and there was no way she was gonna let the comments of the others get to her heart. She had heard worse and done worse so she was not bothered. The need for revenge had been replaced by something else...love.

So, with that heavily on her mind. She went to bed and slept.

As her colleagues went to sleep, Ravana walked calmly into her bedroom and sighed as she unzipped the lithe suit she wore to reveal a lovely set of undergarments that would have tantalized any man who looked upon her in them. She looked at the mirror that she hanged on the wall and smiled, licking her lips as she remembered the one night stand with Katie, feeling the memories wash over her mind.

She threw herself back first onto the bed and curled up into the fetal position. As she closed her eyes, she dreamt about Katie. As she slept, she relieved the moment of steamy passion she had in the alleyway and she felt the urge to relive it but not in some dreamworld. No, she wanted to relive it in the physical realm. However, she didn't want to barge into Katie's room. She didn't even know if Katie would want more. For the first time in her life, or for the first time in her life as an agent, Ravana felt nervous. Nervous that she'd be rejected by Katie. It was love at first sight. "I'll talk to her about tomorrow." Ravana said. And then all was silent.

OOC: In your reply, Al, just post Katie waking up or something like that. If she's sleeping in, Ravana will wake her up.

"so he be happy that we had say alll the boring the things they going to be hear for oithers when you tell what happen"said one soldier to the other

"good that there are none , is there any thing else you have to tell us"

"I'm afraid not. Unless you'd like to hear the juicy details of the barbarities of the Communists."

"I'm afraid not. Unless you'd like to hear the juicy details of the barbarities of the Communists."

"they cut open pregnant woman and throw the baby to the ground and then cut the mother up.gang rape females and so on, yes seen it all no matter the form of government in power"asnwer one of them

"so who are you and where you going"said the other after talking over a radio in Imperial so they would not understand what was said

The establishment which Leslie had ventured into had forbade James from entering due to the policy which stipulated only women were permitted into the premises but, of course, he was given compensation by being allowed to film the area around the establishment, from the outside, not knowing what Leslie would be going through. As for Leslie, she was immediately greeted by a rather demure woman. Not one of the mere greeters. Not one of the harlots. The owner herself had chosen to greet Leslie when she overheard the little conversation about the cameraman. "Welcome to my establishment. You may address me as Nymira. I'm glad you've chosen here out of all the others. We're the oldest establishment around. Come, follow me."

Nymira led Leslie down one of the halls with a grin upon her face and the occassional soft hand rubbing against Leslie as if by accident yet, of course, it was actually intentional. "Perhaps you'd like to try out some of our services? You are a tourist and, indeed, I like you. So, I think I'll let you get some action from me. And, since I feel charitable, it will all be free. Of course, you wouldn't be able to have your cameraman film it but, if you wanted, I can have our session recorded so you can watch it over and over again. Long before the shit hit the fan, many people chose to have their sessions recorded. Also, you're the first person to do anything with me. No one's ever had me before."

Leslie almost choked in surprise at her luck here, her peach skin going pale and violet eyes seeming to go a similar shade in the gaudy light to what certain species of octopi did to their skin coloration when suddenly frightened. "Had... you?" The sensation was definite; oh God, she was feeling that again. Flicking aside a black bang not much above the top of her earlobe that had been getting in her eye itchily all of a sudden, she definitely felt like she had during the prior attractions, and like then it was not a question of really resisting. She was too open, too trusting... too needful if one were to be honest. Leslie could never particularly stand to be alone and her mother Gertrude had always frowned at that and its' implications in her case, even if being kind enough to allow Leslie to be herself despite the woman's staid Old Atrean disapproval of such things to her grave as indeed she'd never really approved of the Revolution; despite feeling the matter 'fairly lost and fairly done' as befit the attitudes of her age towards such things.

Nymira grinned as she led Leslie into a lavish bedroom and had her sit on the plush bed that was in the center of the room. Licking her lips rather hungrily, Nymira smiled. "What would you like?" She went closer, closer, closer towards Leslie to the point that would suggest they were going to kiss. Nymira leaned in closer, her lips heading upon Leslie's throat as if she were a vampire, and she whispered. "I can do anything you want.....anything."

..

A hand began to head up under Leslie's shirt and, well, it was up to Leslie to decide what to do next.

OOC: I do hope this post passes in the eyes of the mods, etc.

"Ohhh..." She was positively swimming now, in her head anyway; she'd always enjoyed swimming even before she knew who she was in regard to her sexuality. Yes, there was no resisting it. Why fight simple water when it cracked even stout cliff boulders upon the Spring's loving thaw from the ice? "You decide, Mistress; it's only proper really." Submissive to the end Leslie was. "Mistress Nymira, I'll gladly taste whatever you'd have me try if that's alright. How should I pay?" She met Nymira's kiss gently and let the flow take over. No need to rush; here, it was Year Zero after all. A new epoch, and all the time in the Universe to celebrate. And her pocket money here was probably close to the GNP after what she'd seen of the NSF's "economics" talent...

Outside, James Bertrand was holding the camera bag and waiting. He'd thought Leslie was lesbian, but she'd always been discreet and well it had never been his business anyway. He was her cameraman, not her boyfriend; Hell he usually thought of her like this one library girl he passed Study Hall talking to back home at Avalon Davies Memorial High School in Tailville DR, whom when prompted about whether he'd "done" her by his soccer friends he was always red-faced about to even consider the image. Sleep... with... her? What were they thinking? Of course he'd savored the day that geeky girl went to the Senior Prom with the dashing Cricket captain from a nearby school of mixed Atrean-Yaforite descent so that all these Old Atrean lineage snobs could see; the exact sort of future which in James' and most other Wagdian minds the Revolutionary Commonwealth had been all about from the beginning whatever the commies he knew and worked with wanted to crow about every May Day.

"Figures; hope she gets a pretty one, I'd thought those times she was PMSing on me were actually breakups anyway. She deserves better..." Flicking a spent cigarette into the open sewer after his sympathetic mutter to nobody in particular, lucky the stub was sufficiently cooled as not to cause a minor street fire, he sauntered down the streets past husks of buildings looking as sad as the prisoners he saw mucking about where in decent cities there should be no such work to do at all above ground. After a few minutes, he thought he heard something that sounded like... debate, down an alley? He went to check this out; the NSF was tolerating debate, here in the capital? Resistance shots were always gold so he got his camera out stealthily from the pouch and wound a shot into readiness...

SRS Fallen Star, Anchored Off The Coast Of Soryanastan...

One of the masked soldiers entered the bridge. He saluted the supposed Captain, althought to an outsider there was no way of telling them apart

"Sir, we lost contact with Cascade-7" he said "They initiated Final Protocol"

The Captain remained silent for a moment, thinking back on the two agents who had died. Another two white crosses for the field (http://forums.jolt.co.uk/showpost.php?p=14365140&postcount=104). They wouldn't be the last.

"Did they plant the device?" he asked the Soldier

"By the looks of things, sir" he replied "May I test the uplink?"

"Yes" the Captain told him, before switching onto his radio "Crucible personell, stand by for transmission test" He turned back to the soldier

"Do it" he said, replying to the salute the soldier gave him before leaving. He turned to the video feed, watching the soldier stand outside the secure transmissions room

"Code, sir?" he asked over the radio

"Enter Alpha-Seven-Echo-Whiskey-Foxtrot" the Captain replied. He entered the code, and the door opened. A few seconds passed before he heard anything from the Soldier. Then, the radio crackled into life

"Begining systems test. All personell clear the decks" the voice said to the rest of the ship. Other soldiers quickly rushed inside the main body of ths ship and closed hatches. Once they were gone, the entire ship began to crackle with electromagnetic energy, the excess from the engine that was powering the electrical systems. And then, without warning, it stopped.

"Systems fully functional. Uplink active, sir. Awaiting orders"

OOC: Let the invasions begin! Only nations already participating in this and those who ask OOCly to join in may invade. Do not totally steamroll the Communists, please, as I do not want a totally one sided victory for the invaders. Also, no colonies, etc should be founded. If you've got ideas then post them in the OOC thread and/or TG me.

Leslie almost choked in surprise at her luck here, her peach skin going pale and violet eyes seeming to go a similar shade in the gaudy light to what certain species of octopi did to their skin coloration when suddenly frightened. "Had... you?" The sensation was definite; oh God, she was feeling that again. Flicking aside a black bang not much above the top of her earlobe that had been getting in her eye itchily all of a sudden, she definitely felt like she had during the prior attractions, and like then it was not a question of really resisting. She was too open, too trusting... too needful if one were to be honest. Leslie could never particularly stand to be alone and her mother Gertrude had always frowned at that and its' implications in her case, even if being kind enough to allow Leslie to be herself despite the woman's staid Old Atrean disapproval of such things to her grave as indeed she'd never really approved of the Revolution; despite feeling the matter 'fairly lost and fairly done' as befit the attitudes of her age towards such things.

Nymira could sense the emotional disturbance in Leslie and grinned at the thought of how she would calm this girl down. Being a former diplomat who had taken over the nation's oldest brothel in order to survive in a post-revolutionary nation, Nymira knew exactly how to work with these things. She had some affairs with other women but nothing ever went past a one night stand and the occassional foreplay sessions. Not that she really cared about it, anyways, since anyone who knew Nymira, specifically her orientation, never seemed to notice any longing for love like there was for sexual action.


"Ohhh..." She was positively swimming now, in her head anyway; she'd always enjoyed swimming even before she knew who she was in regard to her sexuality. Yes, there was no resisting it. Why fight simple water when it cracked even stout cliff boulders upon the Spring's loving thaw from the ice? "You decide, Mistress; it's only proper really." Submissive to the end Leslie was. "Mistress Nymira, I'll gladly taste whatever you'd have me try if that's alright. How should I pay?" She met Nymira's kiss gently and let the flow take over. No need to rush; here, it was Year Zero after all. A new epoch, and all the time in the Universe to celebrate. And her pocket money here was probably close to the GNP after what she'd seen of the NSF's "economics" talent...

This was just like all the sessions with other girls, Nymira thought, as she began to work her magic over Leslie as if she had been a master of the sensual art. And she had been. Within the span of several minutes, the brothel seemed to echo with the pleasurable moaning of the foreign journalist, the excited cries of the Mistress, and the giggling of the other harlots who could overhear the fun from the room. They all loved to hear Leslie moaning since it meant that a customer was enjoying themselves and since they worked on commission, as all harlots in Soryanastan probably did, they really needed the enjoyment of customers to be secured. As Leslie was being worked upon, Nymira smiled. "Your presence shall be considered your pay, Leslie, for this is all free as I said to you prior to our fun. Now, quiet yourself, and let yourself drown in the pleasure."

Nymira silenced her customer and told her just to remain calm as she was put down onto the plush mattress. It was best if you didn't move, Nymira explained. If you just let everything take its course. Silent stillness. This fucking girl, Nymira eventually thought, certainly loved every moment of this. Of course, if she did, she'd do what she could to secure the love and tie it down. That was what every harlot had to know, had to do, had to understand or else they would fail. For some harlots, failure was not an option. Especially in a shithole like this. "I'll do everything tonight, Leslie. You need to do nothing at all. Just relax."

Eventually, as Nymira continued to spend more time with Leslie, more and more screaming rang through the brothel. Filling the ears of all the souls present within. Exciting them, making them giggle, making them hoot in jubilation. If you were able, at all, to either peek into the room or somehow get a recording of the whole event, you'd see Nymira and Leslie enjoying themselves in a way that secured the brothel's nationwide fame as being the haven for bliss. A reputation which the aristocrat which once owned it had secured. A reputation which horrified the moralists of society. One harlot looked to her friends and grinned. "Nymira seems to really be doing good tonight. Of course, we've never seen her do anything with any of the customers at all."

While James could be risking his life outside, Leslie was already drowning in the pleasure of the brothel which, as some fundamentalist would tell you, would damn you to Hell but, then again, it wasn't known if anyone was thinking of their souls when they ventured into Paradise.

"Figures; hope she gets a pretty one, I'd thought those times she was PMSing on me were actually breakups anyway. She deserves better..." Flicking a spent cigarette into the open sewer after his sympathetic mutter to nobody in particular, lucky the stub was sufficiently cooled as not to cause a minor street fire, he sauntered down the streets past husks of buildings looking as sad as the prisoners he saw mucking about where in decent cities there should be no such work to do at all above ground. After a few minutes, he thought he heard something that sounded like... debate, down an alley? He went to check this out; the NSF was tolerating debate, here in the capital? Resistance shots were always gold so he got his camera out stealthily from the pouch and wound a shot into readiness...

A group of commissars had been patroling the streets in search of possible suspects in the explosions and had been chasing some people who were running as fast as they could away from them. When they had trapped them in an alley and were about to beat the shit out of them, one of them noticed James and smiled. Speaking a little, he then aimed his gun at James. "Drop the camera. Now."

"they cut open pregnant woman and throw the baby to the ground and then cut the mother up.gang rape females and so on, yes seen it all no matter the form of government in power"asnwer one of them

"so who are you and where you going"said the other after talking over a radio in Imperial so they would not understand what was said

"I am Prime Minister Zamenov, leader of the Government-in-Exile and the probable guardian of Princess Janata who is, technically, the current Queen."

"I am Prime Minister Zamenov, leader of the Government-in-Exile and the probable guardian of Princess Janata who is, technically, the current Queen."

ooc soon to be a very short lived Exile,once the invasions begin

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"okay well unless you like to see the Emperor ,the Battlecruiser picking us up will be sending over a boat for us soon" said one of the soldier as he points over his shoulder at the Battlecruiser (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20Navy-Army-Air%20Forces/HeavyStormBattlecruiser.jpg)nearing them

"Okay," Captain Moto said. "We're ready, let's move out. First complex is approximately 2.8 miles away. It's night but be on guard for any enemies, stay low stay hidden." The troops stealthy weaved through the forest. It wasn't unlike the jungles of Motokata but these weren't very tropical. Stars were out but no moon which gave them the advantage. Once again these soliders were not there to help Soryanastan, there were already five others hovering above to do that, they wanted to get in, and get their people out before it was too late. Now Operation Returner was in effect.

From the safe vantage of Home Base the military soldiers tracked through satellites and other on looking devices, including small snub spy planes (ooc: Like the Predator)

It wasn't long before they approached the secured bunker. They scouted the area getting a layout of the security presence, and the facilities.

ooc soon to be a very short lived Exile,once the invasions begin

OOC: Not if this goes as I hope it will. :tongue:

"Okay," Captain Moto said. "We're ready, let's move out. First complex is approximately 2.8 miles away. It's night but be on guard for any enemies, stay low stay hidden." The troops stealthy weaved through the forest. It wasn't unlike the jungles of Motokata but these weren't very tropical. Stars were out but no moon which gave them the advantage. Once again these soliders were not there to help Soryanastan, there were already five others hovering above to do that, they wanted to get in, and get their people out before it was too late. Now Operation Returner was in effect.

From the safe vantage of Home Base the military soldiers tracked through satellites and other on looking devices, including small snub spy planes (ooc: Like the Predator)

It wasn't long before they approached the secured bunker. They scouted the area getting a layout of the security presence, and the facilities.

Every prison had a specific number of guards depending on its significance in the prison network which was based upon the number of prisoners and/or certain prisoners that it contained within its often bloodsoaked walls such as the members of the royal family which were scattered in high security prisons only to be abused and raped by their guards. Aina and the Motokatans were put in a prison where foreign citizens, if any, would have been sent for holding until further notice. Unfortunately for the Motokatan soldiers, the Communists noticed them and, at once, began to open fire......

"okay well unless you like to see the Emperor ,the Battlecruiser picking us up will be sending over a boat for us soon" said one of the soldier as he points over his shoulder at the Battlecruiser (http://i157.photobucket.com/albums/t69/zxc_047/Imperial%20MT%20Navy-Army-Air%20Forces/HeavyStormBattlecruiser.jpg)nearing them

"We are currently en route to Isira but I suppose an audience with the Emperor would not pose a problem to us. Perhaps he may look down upon us with sympathy since, among us, is a princess, a fellow royal."

OOC: With the no invasions rule repealed, here begins the creation of partisans loyal to the old government brutally overthrown by the Communists. For the record, these partisans are usually former soldiers, police officers loyal to the old regime, common citizens and so forth.
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Etar looked grim as he led his band of six deep within the forests in pursuit of a Communist transport vehicle that been sighted in the area with valuable supplies. As he led the two other men and the three women towards the last recorded area where the vehicle was sighted, memories of the revolution filled his mind. He was once a private in the Soryanastan Army before the revolution, having enlisted to fight back the rebels after they pillaged his village, and now was the leader of partisans. One of many leaders of one of many partisan groups hoping to fight back. Liberty or death was the only question on their minds. Noticing the convoy, Etar told his men to stop in their tracks. He called forth one of his partisans, Aslan, to scout the area with his binoculars. Aslan was always known simply as The Scout and had, like Etar, worked in the Soryanastan Army when the revolution began. He missed the artillery most of all since that's what he worked with. "If we only had some artillery....." Aslan uttered as he looked through the lens. "They've got about ten soldiers guarding the vehicle which, it seems, contains plenty of ammunition. We could also take that vehicle if we wanted."

The third and only man left, Bredin, hunched over beside his comrades with the rocket launcher aimed straight for the vehicle. "I say we blow them to shit, take the vehicle, and run for it. We could sell the ammunition to fellow partisans. God knows how many fellow men and women are risking their lives for our homeland."

Kassina smirked. "Let me take them out with my sniper rifle. I've always wanted to get back into the swing of things. Nothing's better than......"

"...Pumping a Communist piece of shit with hot lead." Bredin said proudly with a mighty grin before Etar waved his hand around so as to silence his friends. Then, after a minute or so passed, he muttered one word. Attack.

They swarmed the vehicle and quickly eliminated the Communists protecting it with nothing more than bullets and bayonets. Leaping onto the vehicle, they sped away into the distance while listening to news of the Fegosian attacks on the radio. "Hot fucking damn!" Bredin shouted. "The world's going to come help us! Hot damn!"

Kassina laughed. "The Communists may get some support then as well. God knows that we're not the only nation in this world with depraved people. That won't bother me, by the way, since I'd love to pump supporters of mass rape and murder full of hot lead."

Etar smirked as he adjusted the radio dial. "We all would. Now, let's get this stuff to our hideout, first."

And so they did.

"There's a lot of commissars here.....and girls too."
Vix demurely put her arm up between the cleft of her breasts, resting her chin on her knuckles, looking quite innocent. "I like girls," she said softly, and Mui gave a small giggle, wrapping her arms around her own waist, tail twisting though her legs and around her ankles.

Every brothel in the nation of Soryanastan usually worked on whatever system worked best for the harlots it contained and which system is used depended on the owner of the brothel. Vix and Mui had been thrown into a brothel that ran on simplistic terms, that is, that you just chose your harlot, picked what you wanted out of the services available, and then had your fun. Eventually, customers arrived. One of them was a woman, her uniform clearly indicating she was working for the female branch of the Communist government, and she looked definately like one of those lesbians you'd see in certain films. With a grin, she took Vix into her sight and grinned. "I'll take this one. I want everything."

The brothel owner smiled and looked over at Vix. "Go do your stuff for the woman and hopefully you'll be well liked. Make sure you do whatever she wants since she's asked for everything. Some.....carnal aids can be found in the room."

More and more customers were piling in and then came an average citizen. He looked like a young man, perhaps inexperienced with women, and he looked at Mui with a smile. "Can I get you for the night?"

OOC: Vix's girl would probably have some information. Mui's man is just a common citizen.

APS Ark Royal
Alversian Task Force 2
Near the Coast of Soryanastan

It had not taken long for the Alversian Senate to react of the news of the Communist Revolt in Soryanastan or for them to take action. Even as news reports of refugees and mass-killings were coming out of the country, a task force of Alversian troops and ships had departed from the port city of Lefthansa and sailed across the seas towards the coast of Soryanastan. They had one aim, to remove the government and to establish, or to help establish the legitimate Government that had been so unrightfully overthrown.

The fleet was not large, but what it lacked in numbers, it made up for in strength. The flagship was the Alversian Fleet Carrier Ark Royal, a nuclear powered vessel with capacity for 85 Aircraft, including, R.430F's of the APAF. Along with her were the Cruisers Invinvible and Incredible along with the old big-gun battleships Kennedy and Carlise. They were to provide surface support in case the missile-armed Cruisers or the carrier were caught on the hop. With them where a fleet of transports and fifteen destroyers. The transports carried two Battalions of the Alversian Army, the 2nd Illesian Rifles and 5th Northern Fusiliers. Seven thousand men in all, without the supporting Armour or Artillery, all armed with the latest equipment and trained to the highest level. They were protected by a large piquet of Submarines spread out in front of the task force to keep an eye out for any potential surface risks. Overall, the fleet was well rounded and packing a punch.

Before the coastline could even be sighted through, the fleet was already in action. As the Alversians did not want to risk civilian casualties, cruise missile sstrikes and big gun bombardment were out of the question. This would have to be done with the workhorses of the Alversian fleet, Ark Royal was already launching F-22 Strike Fighters, laden with bombs, in two flights of four aircraft, while fifteen thousand feet above them, sixteen more were scooting along quickly, these remained out of the way though, high in the sun so as to avoid being spotted by any Interceptors and to make it much harder to hit with AA missiles, as the head seeking missiles could be confused by the background heat of the sun directly behind the fighters, who were high enough up for it to have an influence in the battle.

So, the small strike force flew along, towards Soryanastan and towards the Military Airfield at Sevestres.

So, the small strike force flew along, towards Soryanastan and towards the Military Airfield at Sevestres.

Only 10,000 soldiers could be called upon if Sevestres and the surrounding area was under attack by the enemies of the revolution but those ten thousand men usually had to deal with a lack of training and experience with the aircraft and ships they had taken as the spoils of war from the defeated old government. They had to try their best in using those cruisers and fighter jets and, as they mobilized, they were blind to the mobilization of an internal opponent. Grabbing whatever weapons they could, looking for old army flags, singing the old anthem, the self proclaimed Saviors of Sevestres marched down the streets with their heads held high. Communist soldiers fired bullets into them but they refused to retreat. They marched onward, onward onto the breach, eventually charging into the Reds who were overwhelmed by an enemy mad with bloodlust, with vengeance in their hearts, with nothing but a single mission. To liberate Sevestres.

At Ravana's hideout, Ravana and her friends were loading their guns and preparing to join in the fun. The two soldiers who worked alongside Ravana rushed outside and began screaming wildly while shooting down the charging commissars. "You Communist fuckers are going to get it! Yeehaw!"

The nerd of the group turned off the computer system and then took hold of a rocket propelled grenade launcher he had found during the turmoil. With a smile, he walked outside, assumed his position, and fired upon the Reds. "Prepare to meet your end, scum."

The hideout echoed with the sounds of soldiers marching and guns blaring in the streets and, of course, Ravana was fully prepared to join in the fun. Rushing to Katie's room, she threw herself upon the Alversian agent and gave her a tender kiss. "Just wanted a last taste. In case I get killed out there. Want to join me? We'll be going Commie hunting."

In the apartment, Lephar took out his pistol and then threw his spare to Calina. "We might as well get the hell out of here. They'll be using this apartment pretty soon."

Lephar took Calina down the stairway which led to the exit and, when they walked outside, they noticed that the whole city was turning into Hell. People were falling to their deaths, bayonets tore through flesh, and bullets flew in the air which propelled Lephar to throw his girl upon his back before rushing to a makeshift foxhole. He shot his pistol at some Reds and urged Calina to do the same before they moved on. And went into another foxhole. And shot again.

The Alversians, if they ever landed, would be greeted by a massive spectacle of chaos and bloodshed. Ravana's soldier friends were marching down the streets with some of the Saviors, chanting a we're-going-to-kill-some-Communists song while pumping comissars and militia full of lead. Some people saw mutilations occur in the streets. The leader of the Saviors, Kyrad Ludokrin, took an armed band and marched into a radio station from which they made a simple announcement: "Cleanse the city of the Communist scum. Rise for the sake of liberty and take back what was once ours!"

Hell had not come to Sevestres, no, it became Hell.

The Alversian F-22's glided over the lone airfield that had been identified, one just outside the outskirts of the city. However, as they flew overhead, they saw trails of black smoke beginning to waft gently upwards, they could see the yellow bolts of tracer fire and yet, nothing, the Alversians had yet to launch a cruise missile strike, or bombardment into the city and yet it was a riot. The Pilots then realised what it was. The city was up in flames, the people were fighting back!
The aircraft, painted in the brilliant white of the Alversian Fleet Air Arm and sporting the yellow and blue roundel of the Alversian Air Force, were soon over the airfield, where they could see the Aircraft lined up neatly alongside the runway, SAM sites and flak batteries waiting peacefully. It was only then that the eight pilots realised something wonderful, something stunning.

They had not been intercepted!

The Natives had not gotten aircraft into the sky and now the Fighter/Bombers now revelled in the dream of any Bomber pilot. Unprotected aircraft.
One after another, the Alversian aircraft locked on with their infra-red bombs and dropped them onto the airfield, some into the runway and some into the long line of parked aircraft. Explosions were thrown up all over the field, some were landing in the fighters, most igniting in balls of fire, blowing away their neighbours as well. SAM sites were next, then the fuel tanks. The whole airfield was a symphony of noise and explosions and smoke.
The Aircraft line were simply charred skeletons, more of the SAM and gunsights were ruined, along with the hangars and fuel dumps. The result was a mess. The Alversians had also armed the F.430C's to missiles should they be needed to complete the job. Alas, the eight F-22's had been enough to give the Alversians air superiority.

The smoke lines could be seen as well from the landing boats, where troops were being brought ashore from the assualt ships, in a combination of both helicopters and armoured landing ships. The troops of the 2nd Illesian Rifles and 5th Northern Fusiliers along with the Armour of the I Armoured Brigade were coming ashore. They weren't sure what to expect from their opponents. They could only grip their HLAR rifles and prepare for what came ahead. There was one thing they noticed though, as the sea water ran down their helmets and into their packs. No one had fired back yet.

As the ships ground against the soft sand and the doors were lowered to permit access to the beach, the troops spilled out into this hell. Helicopter gunships hovering just above them to provide immediate fire support and twin machine guns on the landing ships were also trained along the beach head for any sighs of opposition. There were none. Without hesitating, the Alversians moved up in squads, Nakil tanks in support along with armoured cars. They moved into the suburbs, so radically different that no one could mistake them or their Tanks for Communists. The Alversians were quickly moving through, taking prisoners and disarming Rioters were possible, assuring them that they had, indeed, come to liberate them.

Elsewhere, Katie was up within moments, arming herself with a machine pistol and rushing into the chaos. As she moved alongside Ravanna, she noticed the mess, no law and no order, the Communists unable to resist an attack from within and, evidently, from the roar of jet engines, from outside.
Katie looked up in time to see four of the aircraft screaming overhead at low level. She recognised the F-22's and the brilliant white paintjobs. Her heart leapt.
"Alversians!" She called excitedly, "Alversians!" pointing at the aircraft.

Kyrad Ludokrin marched with the Saviors down the streets with a mighty hymn to the old nation being sung in solemn unison. If one listened well, they could hear them demanding the return of the constitutional monarchy, of the powers of Parliament, of the Child Queen. They wanted to show the people of Soryanastan that rebellion was not only a desirable course of action but also a possible one. Buildings were going up in flames, Communist flags were being torn down and posters of Lenin and his successors were being spat upon. As Kyrad marched, he could see the Alversians and, with a laugh, ordered his men to halt. "Watch, citizens of Sevestres, as foreigners come to our aid! Watch as they march, with us, to victory!"

Ravana's soldiers eventually met up with Lephar and Calina as they were about to be swarmed by enemy soldiers. Guns blaring and shouts echoing, the two soldiers took Lephar and Calina to their foxhole where the nerd was doing a humorous dance while shooting down commisars. "What the fuck are you doing, you idiot?"

Ravana threw her arm around Katie and laughed. "Those boys are yours? Well, perhaps we'll sit back and let them do the work for us. I hope you're going to be in the mood for some celebratory passion tonight.....but, if you're not, I'm fine with that."

The Communists were being utterly decimated in the unprepared attack and many of them were either defecting or trying to retreat. Comissars who stayed behind were mowed down by the citizens who had taken advantage of the machine gun nests left behind by retreating enemies. Kyrad, entering City Hall, broke down the door of the Mayor's office and noticed that the secretary was hiding in a corner while the Mayor was sitting in his desk. "Get out of the room, woman." Kyrad said with a smile as he helped her up but, before she left, he slipped her a note. "Don't leave City Hall. I need to speak with you."

Kyrad then looked to the Mayor and laughed. "You Communists are all the same. You preach that the workers are oppressed, that capitalism is the worst plague ever to harm Mankind, and that your intentions are pure. Let me tell you something, you piece of shit. Communism is a failed system. It is soaked in the blood of innocents all over the world. As I am talking to you, as our men and women are fighting for liberty and freedom, people are dying. Not only here but all over the world. We used to have it made here. Our government was never corrupt, the King and Queen were loved, and we were well known for our sex tourism. Sure, that pissed off the religious folk, but it made us plenty of money but then you, and your self-righteous friends, came into town. You just had to fuck it all up....."

Kyrad slammed the Mayor's head into the desk with a sadistic grin and threw him across the room while the others laughed manically at the sight. "You and your people are responsible for the mass murder of our people. The mass rape of our women and girls. You sodomize little girls for fuck sakes!"

Another slam of the head but Kyrad spoke during this one. He didn't care for the blood pouring down the Mayor's face. "While I would love to let you sit back, relax, and see your precious comrades get the punishment they so greatly deserve with the world's equally hypocritical Communist nations doing nothing to help you like our foreign supporters are, you've just got to die. Perhaps, if God exists, He will damn you. Perhaps He will damn me. I've got my life to live but you've got nothing."

Kyrad pulled out a pistol and uttered the words, Sic Semper Tyrannis, before blowing the Mayor's skull open with the brains oozing out of the massive wound. The men all laughed and, while ransacking the place, Kyrad had the Mayor's head cut off and given to him. With a smile, he kicked it out the window just like a soccerball and then announced: "Gentlemen, we are in control. Round up all surviving Communists. Put them on trial for crimes against the nation. Every Alversian and anti-Communist will be rewarded for their work."

Kyrad then walked down to the entrance of City Hall and found the secretary waiting for him while horror was written upon her face. "You are going to be my date for this evening. We'll be celebrating the return of liberty and freedom to Sevestres. I hope you will not deny me the grace of your presence."

The secretary sturred. She was absolutely frightened by the man in front of her but was afraid that, if she declined, he would have killed her right on the spot. "I suppose it wouldn't be a problem."

Kyrad took her hand and smiled. "Do not fear me, lady, for I am not one of those rapists in the Communist faction. I am an honorable gentleman whose hands are stained with the blood of tyrants. Please do not equate me with them."

All over the city, a radio address was read on every single radio with no edits or revisions on the words. It was addressed to every single citizen regardless of age, religion and social status. It went like this:

"Citizens of Sevestres, the yoke of the Communists has been lifted by the magnificent course of action that we have taken here today with generous assistance from our foreign supporters. We have witnessed the success of a great undertaking but, sadly, much work is still needed to be done. All citizens who have grievances must come to the trial we have planned for the Communists who have avoided death out of the mercy of our hearts. We, the Saviors of Sevestres, shall lead our city until the total restoration of the constitutional monarchy we treasure has been completed. If you see any foreign supporter on the streets or anyone from their nation, you must not harm him or her without due reason. If any of them are hearing this message, we thank you from the bottom of our hearts for your assistance. You have shown us that there are people from other parts of the world who, like us, loathe the hypocritical tyranny of the Communists. Friends, you will always be welcome in Sevestres."

Ravana had met up, by then, with her group, Katie, Lephar and Calina. Having listened to the address and hearing from others that the mayor was righteously killed, they all gathered in a gutted cafe and laughed about the success of the operation. Ravana was playing footsies with Katie, putting her foot into the netherworld of Katie's body, while the others were talking. "We've got to work fully with the Saviors," Ravana said while playing with Katie, "for they've got a good cause around them. The freedom of the masses."

Lephar and Calina were then initiated into the group which became known as the Sevestres Seven while the Saviors planned a mighty torchlight parade and accompanying festival and while Kyrad was making out with the secretary at his own hideout which happened to be the home of the bachelor Mayor he had killed. Everyone was cheering in the streets.

Every brothel in the nation of Soryanastan usually worked on whatever system worked best for the harlots it contained and which system is used depended on the owner of the brothel. Vix and Mui had been thrown into a brothel that ran on simplistic terms, that is, that you just chose your harlot, picked what you wanted out of the services available, and then had your fun. Eventually, customers arrived. One of them was a woman, her uniform clearly indicating she was working for the female branch of the Communist government, and she looked definitely like one of those lesbians you'd see in certain films. With a grin, she took Vix into her sight and grinned. "I'll take this one. I want everything."

The brothel owner smiled and looked over at Vix. "Go do your stuff for the woman and hopefully you'll be well liked. Make sure you do whatever she wants since she's asked for everything. Some.....carnal aids can be found in the room."

More and more customers were piling in and then came an average citizen. He looked like a young man, perhaps inexperienced with women, and he looked at Mui with a smile. "Can I get you for the night?"

OOC: Vix's girl would probably have some information. Mui's man is just a common citizen.

With everything? Vix thought dryly. You want fries with that, too?
Out loud she winked at her client with a smile. "You picked a good night to come here," she crooned seductively, "you'll be the first..."

The Xiscapian led the women up to the designated room, reflecting that she'd only been here in the building for less than a minute and in the city and nation for less than two hours, and already she was going to have sex with another person for the possibility of getting valuable information she may or may not posses or be willing to share. Still, she pushed these thoughts far away, she needed to focus on the task at hand, and right now that was pleasing this Communist. The kitsune stripped slowly, but considering the small amount of clothes she was wearing, Vix became naked in no time. She slowly slid the human's pants down around her ankles, settled onto her haunches, leaned forward and, licking her lips, and got to work. Soon enough both she and the other were nude and the agent experimented with the 'toys' which had been left at her disposal, utilizing them in accordance with each of the jobs.

Finally they lay together on the bed, sheets twisted around their bare legs, one of the officer's arms thrown over Vix's breasts, breathing rapidly. The harlot had known exactly how to ride her, and seemed to sense her most intimate thoughts and desires, making for the most exhilarating experiences she had ever had. Slowly, coyly, the young kitsune brought her tail up, the end flicking this way and that, and, running it across the back and rear of the women, drove it in. The dyke gasped in surprise and excitement and she found Vix able to provide one of the three original Pleasures in a perfectly unique manner. Both lost sense of time, and it seemed like many hours had past once they finally laid still, covered in sweat and other unidentifiable fluids, exhausted but satisfied. The operative waited patiently for the Communist to make her first move, she suspected extracting what she needed would not be difficult, pillow talk was an extremely effective way of garnering data that was otherwise inaccessible.

Elsewhere Mui looked at the man, eyes lidded halfway, tail curling around over the back of his hand, making him shiver. "You're welcome to try," she said it quietly as though in secret, eyes lit as though imparting some confidential thing. Beckoning, she led him deeper into the brothel.

Pmhjkn,yuibnghmj

Sorry about my last post, I was seeing if I was able to post in this forum.
I was wondering what this is about. I heard "Year Zero" and I'm Cambodia and who know about the "Year Zero".

Sorry about my last post, I was seeing if I was able to post in this forum.
I was wondering what this is about. I heard "Year Zero" and I'm Cambodia and who know about the "Year Zero".

OOC: This thread is NOT meant to glorify the Khmer Rouge in any way. I hope you don't get the wrong message.

"3 Ace's," smiled the chief engineer as the group started to play poker on a calm day of little work.

"You always seem to be beating us," stated the others as the engineer took his small pot of cash.

"Just my day," smiled the engineer as he got up to leave.

The convoy was a munitions convoy of three transport ships, 4 destoryers and 3 frigates sailing from Univax back to Lynion and then would sail supplies to the current regional war. The chief engineer was having his day as he was playing excellent games of poker with the other crewmembers. However, it seemed he was going to run out of people to play as the day went on. The chief engineer was called up onto the bridge by the captain. The convoy was going to be sailing in International Waters when they spotted something in the middle of the ocean.

"All hands we've spotted an unidentified ship off our starboard side," started the captain's voice as the chief engineer appeared on the bridge. "This is not a drill! Prepare to respond to action stations," The chief engineer was given a report about the situation and was ordered to make sure the muntions were safe.

"This is Captain Ray of the Royal Vamperial Navy (RVN) frigates, ANZAC calling unidentified ship," started a voice over the intercom. "I would like to request your nationality and why your out in International Waters," requested Ray's voice as they waited for a response.

"This is Captain Ray of the Royal Vamperial Navy (RVN) frigates, ANZAC calling unidentified ship," started a voice over the intercom. "I would like to request your nationality and why your out in International Waters," requested Ray's voice as they waited for a response.

"This is Prime Minister Zamenov of the Government-of-Exile of the nation of Soryanastan. We're out here because we are trying to flee from our enemies. Like others have, you're welcome to have a discussion with us at your leisure."

"They're trying to flee in that thing?" muttered Captain Jak on the transportship as the other sailors just shook their heads in disbelief.

"What do you thik would happen if their enemies rocked up in a cruiser?" questioned Jak's lieutenant.

"They surrender easily," answered Jak.

"I don't know if they're idoits or brave fools," started Ray on a secured channel between the convoy ships. "We should take them at least to Lynion so we know they're safe,"

"I agree," replied the other captains as Ray changed channel's back to the yacht.

"Attempting to flee in a yacht to an unknown location sounds like madness to us," started Ray. "If you want too, we can escort you to Lynion where you'll be safe. I can't promise the reception will be warm but at least you can have a safe place to hide until you can figure out what to do next," explained Ray.

"Attempting to flee in a yacht to an unknown location sounds like madness to us," started Ray. "If you want too, we can escort you to Lynion where you'll be safe. I can't promise the reception will be warm but at least you can have a safe place to hide until you can figure out what to do next," explained Ray.

OOC: To all other nations, Janata and her comrades will be going to Lynion so this part of the RP can get going again.

"We would appreciate if we could establish ourselves in Lynion, Captain, and we understand that we may not be liked by the people of your land. It is, as they say, the thought that counts."

"We are currently en route to Isira but I suppose an audience with the Emperor would not pose a problem to us. Perhaps he may look down upon us with sympathy since, among us, is a princess, a fellow royal."

ooc make up your mind where you going it start to get confusing

IC


"he a soldier and a father first , royal last"answer one as the other radios one of the ship

"well you have to go to the troopship to see him"

ooc make up your mind where you going it start to get confusing

OOC: What do you mean make up my mind? I haven't been spending a lot of time in confusion.

OOC: What do you mean make up my mind? I haven't been spending a lot of time in confusion.

ooc first they going to Isira and now Lynion ,who knows where nexts

ooc first they going to Isira and now Lynion ,who knows where nexts

OOC: I made the switch to get the plot going again. Now, no more OOC here please. That's why we have an OOC thread.

OOC: I made the switch to get the plot going again. Now, no more OOC here please. That's why we have an OOC thread.

ooc then a link to it in first post would be nice

"Copy that," replied Ray as he made sure the convoy would allow the yacht to be watched by one of the destroyers. "When you get to Lynion, I'll see to it that your sent to Lynx Island where you'll be able to see the king should you require something," finished Ray as the convoy allowed the yacht to move into the convoy. Ray was slightly concerned about the yacht but he knew that Taishi Ci might be able to let them establish a government-in-exile.

5 Hours later
Entering the Vamperial Kingdom of Lynion

"Convoy Hotel Bravo 7-8-9, your clearance is on hold," started Lynscert Command as the convoy was in sight of the Ring of Defence. "There's an extra ship in your group and it isn't registered,"

"Lynscert Command, this is Convoy Hotel Bravo 789 calling," started Ray. "We found a yacht carrying an exiled government and they requested a nation to hide while they establish a government in exile," explained Ray.

"Bringing them here will have consquences for you," replied Lynscert Command as a pair of Dingo Fighter Jets and Seekers made a pass over the convoy to check where the yacht was stationed. "King Taishi Ci will want to see them since this may drag us into another war with the Humans," finished Lynscert Command. "Take her to Lynx Island and then wait for her escort," finished the voice as Ray had a sigh of relief.

"Copy that," replied Ray as he contacted the yacht. "You better follow the frigate breaking off and heading further into the islands. King Taishi Ci want's to know in person why he should let you stay here," explained Ray as the frigate he was in command of broke away from the convoy and headed to Lynx Island.

The transporters and the other warships headed to Lynscert Island to unload while a frigate treaded through the waters with the yacht following close behind. Captain Ray was going to have a lot to explain should something go wrong. However, he had faith in the hitchikers that they would be able to convince the king to do something about the situation back in their homeland. The frigate pass by the islands as boats were transporting people from one island to the other. People could be seen taking swim's or enjoying their time at the beaches. Aircraft roared overhead as aerial warships could be seen doing manovours and a change of the partols. The frigate eventually weighed anchor and docked in Lynx Harbour as a squad of Lynion Assassin's and Imperial Guardians waited to see who had come to their island home. Captain Ray and his lieutenant had already headed to shore as everyone waited for the unknown personal to arrive.

As the yacht sailed for Lynx Island, Princess Janata sat in her cabin with the memories of the Revolution buried deep within her mind, tormenting her with every turn, reminding her of the hell she had been thrown into just because her parents happened to be the King and Queen of Soryanastan. She would try to remember the more pleasant memories, the ones of her with family and friends, but they could never fully replace the ones that brought her tremendous pain. At her desk, she took our her journal and began to write about the men from the nations she had met from the men of Isira to the captain from Lynion.

As she was writing in her journal, she turned around to see Asylov at the door with a solemn look upon his face, as if he was worried for the safety of his ward, and he had been. She could never find in him, he thought, a replacement for her father but, perhaps, he could act like one. Janata was meant to inherit a throne in a prosperous nation rather than rubble in what looked like a hopeless one. "Are you alright, Janata? Are you comfortable with staying in Lynion?"

Janata sighed. "It will have to do for now since we cannot just return to our homeland although that really is what I want to see happen. I wish that everything would just return to normal...."

"But you know that isn't going to happen, right?" Asylov solemnly exclaimed while keeping his hands buried deep within the pockets of his uniform. He usually was a happy man but times like this sapped the happiness out of everyone around. Drifting into thought, he was soon brought back into reality when Janata pounded her hand on the desk, her eyes glaring at him with tears pouring out like waterfalls, her whole body shivering with fright. "I know it won't happen! I know my parents will never return! All my friends are gone! Everything is gone! Everything!"

Janata fell to her knees with her head thrown into her hands and the lamentations pouring out of her mouth. She begged for a return to what her life had once been, provoking Asylov to help her off the ground, which only made her embrace her tightly. For that moment, that brief moment, Asylov felt like she was his own child. They stood there, silently, letting only the wailing of the now titular Queen ring throughout the room.

Zamenov eventually gathered all 75 occupants aboard the yacht and had them disembark without quarrel with the Princess leading behind him with Asylov at her side. As they looked around, Zamenov smiled. "Let's hope all goes well here."

"guess you don't want to see the Emperor after all,oh well he may have given you own land you could have rebuilt on till you take back your home land"said one of the soldier to Janata

"guess you don't want to see the Emperor after all,oh well he may have given you own land you could have rebuilt on till you take back your home land"said one of the soldier to Janata

OOC: Talk to Zamenov. Not Janata.

OOC: Talk to Zamenov. Not Janata.

ooc why he not queen and has last say like she has

ic

the soldier then turn back to Zamenov

"we are done seeingyou and your queen has not answered we going" he said before walking to the side as a smaal boat pulls up

"you can still answer before we jump into our ride"

"You sure about this?" asked Ray as Xiahou's grandson, Zhuge Liang Kingston, was at the scene.

"I got orders from King Taishi Ci to see to it that she's escorted to the Palace," stated Zhuge as the government-in-exile arrived on the docks. "It isn't far, there's a pathway that leads to the main gates from here," finished Zhuge as he noticed the young princess among the others.

The Lynion Assassin's and the Imperial Guardians bearly talked much to the visitor's as they headed along the pathway. Its not that there wasn't something to talk about, but the Lynion's were annoyed at some of the nations forgetting about them which was bad news for the relations between the two nations. Zhuge had being on the frontlines a couple of times but mainly in training simulations where he was safe from harms way. The garden's around the Palace were greatly taken care of but often they went pass by statues of werewolves and vampires overlooking the garden. Eventually, the group came to the front of the palace where the Imperial Guardians were out in force due to the change of the guard.

"Sire, Taishi Ci is out on the verandah," briefed the Imperial Guardians at the door.

"Thanks," replied Zhuge as the group entered the hallways of the Palace.

They passed by several statues lined up and down the hallway as they came closer to the verandah. It was then that two statues suddenly came alive and blocked the enterance for the group to move. Both were weilding two longswords and were carefully watching the group as it came to a halt. Zhuge was slightly annoyed but he knew how protocol worked.

"(Why have you bought Humans in the chamber's presence?)" questioned one of the Imperial Guardians in their native language.

"(I've come to see my uncle and that he may see favour in the exiled government,)" answered Zhuge as the guards were carefully. One of them growlled as the statues all around them suddenly came alive.

"Attempt to assassinate Taishi Ci and we'll be on every single one of you before you can say bingo," stated the Imperial Guardian as the doors opened and Zhuge showed the group to the verandah where they found Taishi Ci in a rocking chair admiring the view of Lynhavox. Zhuge looked around and noticed there was several Black Imperial Guardians and Mavax with alongside Tzu, Kidd, Cornith and Jian from the Vamperial Order.

"Ahh, my nephew Zhuge," smiled Taishi Ci as he stood up to shake hands with him. "I see you bought someone of importance,"

"Of course but how do you know they were of importance?" asked Zhuge.

"The Imperial Guardians aren't in their statue form," pointed out Taishi Ci as the group stood to one side while under the watchful eye of the Black and the Imperial Guardians. "Now what can I do for them?"

"I'm not 100% sure, Captain Ray bought them here and he must have a very good reason why," replied Zhuge as he noticed there was a statue standing behind the group. "However, why not let one of them tell you why," offered Zhuge as he was praying that one of them could explain to them the current situation.

[QUOTE=Imperial isa;14408271]ooc why he not queen and has last say like she has[QUOTE]

OOC: Soryanastan built its constitutional monarchy on the British model. ;)

OOC: Soryanastan built its constitutional monarchy on the British model. ;)

ooc oh well any how ,i went back you had her talking and him as well
so just say it was to both as i'am :confused:

"I'm not 100% sure, Captain Ray bought them here and he must have a very good reason why," replied Zhuge as he noticed there was a statue standing behind the group. "However, why not let one of them tell you why," offered Zhuge as he was praying that one of them could explain to them the current situation.

The 75 men and women of Soryanastan stood silently before the men of Lynion assembled before them and noticed the animated statues surrounding them, ready to slaughter them all if the need arose, reminding Janata of the turmoil of her motherland. Zamenov introduced the 75 before beginning to speak. "Majesty, we are all that is left of an old government. We are all that is left of our nation when it used to be peaceful and prosperous. I see that, in Lynion, the people live in peace and are happy with each other as they should be. Enter Soryanastan, our homeland, and you will see pedophiles rampant on the streets in the name of the Communist Revolution. Yes, Majesty, Communists have taken over our nation. They rape our wives and daughters, pillage our villages, rape our native soil, and destroy everything that stands in their way without regret."

Zamenov pointed to Janata and grimly nodded his head. "This girl that you see here in our presence is the only remaining member of the Royal Family according to our sources. Princess Janata's father died valiantly in battle against the Reds while her mother was gang raped and murdered. Executed by the Communist vermin who committed the horrid deed. Had they captured Janata, it is most likely that she would have recieved the same treatment, the treatment given to her mother, and thus you would not see her with us. Majesty, this child is suffering from trauma. At times, she can barely endure the nightmares......"

Janata began fondling the locket that had been hanging around her neck, remembering that it contained miniature portraits of her parents, and tears fell from her eyes upon the ground. Zamenov continued to speak. "Majesty, we ask that you will allow us to stay here at the very least. We do not expect you to give us any support at all. It is possible that you may not care about our plight at all. We just hope that we can depend on you for support."

After a moment of silence, Asylov decided it was his turn to speak. "Majesty, I am the current head of the Royal Guard, what is left of it, and I wish to tell you about one of our institution's finest achievements. During the final moments of our capital's existence as a free city, 76 soldiers of the Royal Guard stood their ground against hundreds of Communists. These men, bolstered by only a few maids and butlers, fought to their deaths. They did not retreat. They did not move from their position. They died singing our anthem, praying to God, hoping that their families would endure the coming chaos. Majesty, imagine what it must have been like to be one of them. To see yourself crossing from mortality into immortality, from Earth into Paradise, and you look behind to see your loved ones. You are powerless to do anything to help them.....Majesty, on behalf of those men and women, and all the men and women who are dead, who are dying, and who are being executed as I speak, I ask that you help us restore Soryanastan to what it once was."

Janata looked at Taishi Ci and then began to utter her own words. "My parents were slaughtered, Majesty, by the Communists. I witnessed my entire world crashing before me with all my friends vanishing into the darkness. A maid shoved me out of harm's way, allowing herself to be seized, to be killed while I lived. Since then, Majesty, I have wandered around with these fine men and women. Searching for peace in a world where only chaos seems to reign. Searching for freedom only to find tyranny and oppression in both the physical and mental realms. Searching for the life I once had even though I'm blind to the futility of it all. Majesty, I beg you, consider helping us. We may look pitiful to you, our nation may not seem important, but I guarantee that Lynion will be a beloved nation if it supports us even through a mere donation.....Majesty, I do not intend to reign as an absolute monarch. Our nation was governed according to the ways of constitutional monarchy and, if I will ever regain my birthright, I will support any measures taken to restore Soryanastan to those ways. What's left for me, and all the others, is to listen to you. Our fate is in your hands, Majesty."

"(Their homeland is in ruins just like they said)," started Zhuge as Taishi Ci and the Headmaster's listened to the story being told.

"(Sure, that's what the last nation said and they never remembered us)," stated Tzu as Jian spook to Zhuge.

"(What about) RBS (battle when we intervine?)" started Jian. "(Again we were forgotten),"

"(They'll be banished back to their homeland where their leader's will deal with them)," stated Taishi Ci as Zhuge was admiring the young princess from a distance.

"(Then...)" started Jian before Zhuge interuppted.

"(DAMN IT!)" shouted Zhuge as the Headmasters, Imperial Guardians and Taishi Ci looked at Zhuge sensing the spirit of his grandfather inside of him. "(If this was a Lynion issue, our military would be knocking on the door of the government and giving them a dishonourable death! What about what) Lyras (Has said about our kingdom?)" questioned Zhuge as he felt sorry for the government-in-exile. "(When) Ranakian and Xiahou (were assassinated by the Fungi, you gave the order to extinct the Fungi back to hell. Now look where we are. If we do nothing more nations will see that we don't give a shit about them and corrupted governments will come to power. If the Vamperial Kingdom is to remain true to its name, then we're to give them our support during their times of trouble!)" finished Zhuge as he took a deep breath. Taishi Ci looked at the others as they realised they have a name and a reputation to live up too.

"Zhuge, you seem to have a deal of knowledge and know these people's trouble," started Taishi Ci in plain english. "You'll be actting as part of their bodyguards to their princess since you remind us of your grandfather too much. I'll take their case before the League of Wolves and the Vamperial Order. They may get military support for this one," finished Taishi Ci.

ooc so you not answering ?

"Zhuge, you seem to have a deal of knowledge and know these people's trouble," started Taishi Ci in plain english. "You'll be actting as part of their bodyguards to their princess since you remind us of your grandfather too much. I'll take their case before the League of Nations and the Vamperial Order. They may get military support for this one," finished Taishi Ci.

The 75 men and women from Soryanastan listened attentively to the men of Lynion discuss their case in utter silence. After everything was said and done, they remained silent on the outside but were celebrating on the inside. As the crowds dispersed, trying to find where they were supposed to be going after the meeting seemed finished, Zamenov and Asylov personally thanked Taishi Ci while Janata walked up to Zhuge with her hand fondling the locket. The security guards didn't seem to mind the new addition to their team but, then again, they could just be feigning the indifference.

"I guess I should stick with you. You're going to be part of my bodyguard. Care to show me where we'll be staying?"

Janata looked at Zhuge and sighed. "Zhuge, I'm very thankful that you took the time to intercede for us. Please know that the others are probably thankful as well."

ooc so you not answering ?

OOC: I guess not. You can just leave the area, Isa. There is no need having your men sit around doing nothing.

OOC: I guess not. You can just leave the area, Isa. There is no need having your men sit around doing nothing.

ooc so you don't want land so those who got away can live at while you getting yourself together to take back your homeland

"Taishi Ci forget's his father at times," started Zhuge as he talked to Janata. "King Ranakian was less of a man of words and more of a man of action. Sometimes I fear we'll become all talk and no action. Then again, as long as Vamp lives, he'll have them in line," smiled Zhuge as he escorted Janata down the hallways while the Imperial Guardians became statues again. "I don't mind presenting your case to Taishi Ci. Taishi Ci and the others have being carefully with picking sides in conflicts due to the fact we're forgotten afterwards. I'm sure the others are thankful and now I must show you to your new quarters," smiled Zhuge as he lead Janata out to the front where they saw an estate below them. "That estate was used when we had national officals come to stay while they do their duty. You and your men will be able to live in it while you establish a government-in-exile. Come on, I'll show you it," smiled Zhuge.

SRS Fallen Star, Coast Of Soryanastan

A message came through on the old printing machine. The lead soldier grabbed it and read it. He read it again, to make sure he wasn't seeing things. Then, he turned to the other soldier

"Avalon One reports green light on Operation: Red Purge" he told the soldier "Inform all in-field personel and begin landing troops. I am the designated commander, I will take control of the countries electronic equipment from here"

"Sir, yes sir!" replied the soldier, heading out of the room.

Some time later...

With the soldiers now off the ship and heading for the nearest city, (the one that Katie and Ravana were in. Can't remember the name). They marched proudly, not bothering to find cover. There was an unnatural arrogance about them, the way that they seemingly moved against a superiour force with no heavy support. Knowing that Commissars would probably be there to greet them in force, they took no chances. Most of the Sentinels carried the M5A2 Carbine, but amongst their number some carried the HVAP Wraith, and experimental Chaingun developed by SRPA. Soon, they were on the outskirts of the city.

Meanwhile...

The captain entered the code. Once again, ship crackled with the excess energy. He turned to the computer in the centre of the room, and typed "Initiate: RED PURGE" into it. The other terminals around the room turned on, and the Sentinels began typing. They connected the ship to a satelite uplink, which connected them to all the devices placed around Soryanastan. TV and radio stations would be shut down, power stations turned off and phone lines would be cut off. They were going to cripple the Communists abilty to co-ordinate themselves into some sort of counter-attack...

OOC: Might be a bit Godmoddy, I will change it if you think so Soryana.

OOC: UN, I've already occupied that city
and it's in the middle of a mass riot

OOC: Editing now

As they approached the city, it was obvious that someone had already arrived. There were people running around everywhere, and looting appeared to be in progress. The lead sentinel picked some soldiers out at as distance, his helmet camera uplink identifying them as Alversians - possible friendlies. There was no option. They were hopelessly outnumbered, and so had to talk with them.

Telling his men to find cover, the leader headed forward to meet the Alversian soldiers.

It was not long before the Alversian troops had reached the Outskirts of the city. The last few miles of the advance had not been one of battle, but one of mercy. They had been accepting the mass surrender of surviving Communists and disarming the Locals, HUMVEEs were soon on patrol around the town, while Nakils and troops were dispatched to all Districts of the town to restore order. Soon, the riots were dying down and the Commander of the 2nd Illesian Rifles went to meet with the Mayor, or whoever was in command now. His troops were setting up defensive positions while F.430C's maintained a constant CAP around the city and the fleet, which was now coming into port.

The Man who met the Ustian Troops was Lieutenant Commander Alan Mitchell, Commander of the 5th Northern Fusiliers, the second Battalion in the city. He gave a firm salute to the other Soldier,
"This City is under the durestiction of the Alversian People's Army," he stated calmly, "If you want to march through, then that is your right, however, there will be no occupation of the city. It is being handed over to Civil Administrators." He reported calmly.

Cafe

"I think..." Katie stopped, overwhelmed with pleasure as Ravanna worked on her body, seemingly unconcerned that the rest of the people could see her at work, nevertheless, Katie was determiend to get her point through her ecstacy,
"I think...we should...work with the...Alversians" She gasped, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment.

It was not long before the Alversian troops had reached the Outskirts of the city. The last few miles of the advance had not been one of battle, but one of mercy. They had been accepting the mass surrender of surviving Communists and disarming the Locals, HUMVEEs were soon on patrol around the town, while Nakils and troops were dispatched to all Districts of the town to restore order. Soon, the riots were dying down and the Commander of the 2nd Illesian Rifles went to meet with the Mayor, or whoever was in command now. His troops were setting up defensive positions while F.430C's maintained a constant CAP around the city and the fleet, which was now coming into port.

The Man who met the Ustian Troops was Lieutenant Commander Alan Mitchell, Commander of the 5th Northern Fusiliers, the second Battalion in the city. He gave a firm salute to the other Soldier,
"This City is under the durestiction of the Alversian People's Army," he stated calmly, "If you want to march through, then that is your right, however, there will be no occupation of the city. It is being handed over to Civil Administrators." He reported calmly.

The soldier removed his helmet and mask before returning the salute

"Major Richard Blake, 1st Sentinel Division" he said to the Commander "We're moving through to remove any Communist resistance. We have no desire to occupy the city"

He signalled to the rest of the masked Sentinels to begin moving through the city, before turning back to Commander Mitchell

"I'm afraid our knowledge of this nation leaves something to be desired, Commander" Blake said to him "Do you know where the next city is from here?"

(OOC: I truthfully have no idea where I am at this point. Severstries?)

"Taishi Ci forget's his father at times," started Zhuge as he talked to Janata. "King Ranakian was less of a man of words and more of a man of action. Sometimes I fear we'll become all talk and no action. Then again, as long as Vamp lives, he'll have them in line," smiled Zhuge as he escorted Janata down the hallways while the Imperial Guardians became statues again. "I don't mind presenting your case to Taishi Ci. Taishi Ci and the others have being carefully with picking sides in conflicts due to the fact we're forgotten afterwards. I'm sure the others are thankful and now I must show you to your new quarters," smiled Zhuge as he lead Janata out to the front where they saw an estate below them. "That estate was used when we had national officals come to stay while they do their duty. You and your men will be able to live in it while you establish a government-in-exile. Come on, I'll show you it," smiled Zhuge.

"I understand how they must feel," Janata began, "but believe me when I say that all the nations who will help us will never see their sacrifices forgotten. Even if everyone else forgot them, I would never do so myself. As for the estate down there, it looks quite nice. It reminds of one of my family's winter chateaus."

As they walked to the estate, Janata was still fondling the locket as the memories of her parents were still ravaging her mind. Nonetheless, she spoke clearly, restraining the emotion. "They're not my men. You see, Soryanastan used to be a constitutional monarchy based on the British model. My father worked with Parliament often. I was allowed to see sessions of it so I knew how it worked for when I was to reign over the land. When the Revolution hit, my parents stayed in the capital and helped organize resistance to the rebels. When the rebels marched into the capital, my father fought like a common soldier and my mother worked as a plain nurse. As for myself, I helped some children out. I don't know if anyone I met back then is still alive."

In the estate, Janata smiled a little. "This is a nice estate and I am sure that it will be good for me and the others. Thank you, Zhuge."

Every prison had a specific number of guards depending on its significance in the prison network which was based upon the number of prisoners and/or certain prisoners that it contained within its often bloodsoaked walls such as the members of the royal family which were scattered in high security prisons only to be abused and raped by their guards. Aina and the Motokatans were put in a prison where foreign citizens, if any, would have been sent for holding until further notice. Unfortunately for the Motokatan soldiers, the Communists noticed them and, at once, began to open fire......

"Fire!"

They fired back. Two threw grenades back over as they continued the fire storm and slowly began advancing on the scene.

Taskforce Bravo

"We have confirmed hits on all missiles on government installations. Fire mission objective appears to have been a success. Continue with bombardment of other coastal and near-coastal targets, before moving on to the capital city. When you have confirmed completion of bombardment, we will move to Stage 3 of the operation."

The radioman of the AAS Consul was heard by the other two Aerocruisers, a signal for the fire to start with effect. More jets of flame surrounded the airships as a second volley of twenty Scorpian IVs were fired, continuing outwards towards the mainland Soryanstan. They had similar targets as before, ready to cause havoc as they were intended to.

Meanwhile, the AAS Nova started moving towards the coast, flanked by its two escort Aerofrigates as it moved quickly over the sea, towards the mainland a few minutes in range for its barrage it was about to deploy. As part of the tactics of Stage 2, it was necessary to cause absolute mayhem in the country before Stage 3 could be started, meaning that government targets were not the only buildings that were fair game. As the airship slowed, now a mere three kilometres from the shoreline if it were at the surface, the missiles started firing, directly towards the capital.
The missiles in this volley weren't the Scorpian IV anti-structure weapons, but 'Screamer' psych-op weapons, more directed towards the civilian populace. Each had a warhead filled with a hundred phosphorous bomblets as a primary payload, aimed to scatter low over the capital city, targeting weapons manufactories and government strongholds. What made the ten 'Screamers' flying in low across the land feared weapons wasn't the warhead itself, but the loud siren in the missile's exhaust, emitting a piercing howl at over 140dB for up to five minutes after landing, enough to drive anyone mad. As they passed over their targets, the missiles dropped down, the siren sections dropping off and continuing down to embed into the street surfaces, whilst the payload scattered, balls of fire splattering across the sides of target building areas, many spinning off to land in unintended areas, each bomblet with the potential to start a major fire.

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Official Government Telemessage

TO - Those that call themselves the ruling party, Soryanstan

The People's Nation of Alfegos requests that the ruling party of Soryanstan stand down, allowing for democratic governance to replace them. The party must lay down all arms, surrendering leaders for their alleged war crimes, and apologising to the people.

If we receive no positive response within thirty minutes, the bombardments will continue. Cities have already been subject to attacks, and will continue to be so, with infrastructure to be targeted once attacks on government and military installation is complete. There is no defence your party has against this - the disorder of your nation means that any counter-attack will be impossible to defend against. When the bombardments cease, you will regret not having stepped down immediately. This is but Stage 2 of a plan involving multiple steps to take down the false government you have installed. At the end of each stage, you will be given the opportunity to reconsider. We hope you have the sense not to have to wait till the end game to be shown your failings.

"I understand how they must feel," Janata began, "but believe me when I say that all the nations who will help us will never see their sacrifices forgotten. Even if everyone else forgot them, I would never do so myself. As for the estate down there, it looks quite nice. It reminds of one of my family's winter chateaus."

As they walked to the estate, Janata was still fondling the locket as the memories of her parents were still ravaging her mind. Nonetheless, she spoke clearly, restraining the emotion. "They're not my men. You see, Soryanastan used to be a constitutional monarchy based on the British model. My father worked with Parliament often. I was allowed to see sessions of it so I knew how it worked for when I was to reign over the land. When the Revolution hit, my parents stayed in the capital and helped organize resistance to the rebels. When the rebels marched into the capital, my father fought like a common soldier and my mother worked as a plain nurse. As for myself, I helped some children out. I don't know if anyone I met back then is still alive."

In the estate, Janata smiled a little. "This is a nice estate and I am sure that it will be good for me and the others. Thank you, Zhuge."


"I'm sorry to hear what happened to your friends and family," replied Zhuge as he felt he should comfort her but didn't. "My father was corrupted and died during the Last Pirate War. My mother was murdered by my father's own men and when I heard of it, I informed my father I wasn't joining his game. Two weeks later, he was killed when Lynion Forces assaulted," Zhuge wasn't sad about losing his father or mother. "Everyone tell's me I'm like my grandfather even though I only knew him for a couple of years before he was assassinated....Ahhh let's get off the topic of our parents," suggested Zhuge as they entered a very fine estate. "The estate will be watched by the garrison nearby," Zhuge pointed to a fortress beyond the estate. "It's mainly Lynion Hunter's and Lynion Assassin's which are our special forces. The people at the Royal Palace can see from their position and the Imperial Guardian's will be down here if something goes wrong. So there's always a Lynion Unit watching the estate if you need them," stated Zhuge as his MX8 rifle was over his right shoulder. "There's several bedrooms including double bunks which can be used as a barracks for your men. You'll be safe here for the time being," finished Zhuge.

News of the Alversian march into Sevestres and the continuation of the Fegosian attacks had reached the ears of citizens all over the nation. Many of these citizens were forming resistance cells and organizing attacks on Communist convoys and garrisons wherever they could be found. With the Saviors of Sevestres having risen up in opposition to the Communists, other citizens began to believe that they had the power to rise up as well and, as a result, there were a series of rebellions in the countryside villages with only some being able to survive in isolation after gaining freedom while others were retaken with brute force. In Sevestres, Kyrad Ludokrin assumed the reigns of power in co-operation with the Alversians who were given gifts by the locals. He then declared that Sic Semper Tyrannis would become the city's motto and, hopefully, the motto of an eventually national revolution. The news of the multitude of rebellions outraged the Communist government in Olyan but not as much as the Fegosian demands.

Official Government Telemessage

TO - Those that call themselves the ruling party, Soryanstan

The People's Nation of Alfegos requests that the ruling party of Soryanstan stand down, allowing for democratic governance to replace them. The party must lay down all arms, surrendering leaders for their alleged war crimes, and apologising to the people.

If we receive no positive response within thirty minutes, the bombardments will continue. Cities have already been subject to attacks, and will continue to be so, with infrastructure to be targeted once attacks on government and military installation is complete. There is no defence your party has against this - the disorder of your nation means that any counter-attack will be impossible to defend against. When the bombardments cease, you will regret not having stepped down immediately. This is but Stage 2 of a plan involving multiple steps to take down the false government you have installed. At the end of each stage, you will be given the opportunity to reconsider. We hope you have the sense not to have to wait till the end game to be shown your failings.

In response to those demands, the Communists declared that the Fegosians were enemies of the Revolution and that they were to be perpetually opposed no matter what means were taken in the attempt. Singhenov, the Communist leader, had given numerous speeches in the hopes of bolstering the nation's people's alleged mass faith in the Revolution while his foreign wife, Sarah O'Day, tried her best to get more support for her husband. These speeches were usually answered by rebuttals from the partisan movements. The League of Soryana Emigres wrote up the Charter of Freedom in response to the Communists; in this document, the League advocated nothing but the total and unconditional restoration of the Constitutional Monarchy which the Communists had overthrown.

It was generally unknown how the Government-in-Exile was taking the developments since they had only just begun settling down at the estate in Lynion. While Janata was spending time with Zhuge, thanking him again and again, Zamenov began organizing the Government-in-Exile and sending messages to emigre organizations in the hopes of gaining their support. From the estate in Lynion would the true government orchestrate its eventual restoration.

"I think..." Katie stopped, overwhelmed with pleasure as Ravanna worked on her body, seemingly unconcerned that the rest of the people could see her at work, nevertheless, Katie was determiend to get her point through her ecstacy,
"I think...we should...work with the...Alversians" She gasped, closing her eyes and enjoying the moment.

Ravana nodded while continuing to pleasure Katie. "We should definately work with the Alversians. They'll prove to be an invaluable resource to not only the Saviors and to ourselves but also to the masses of the city and, hopefully, of this nation. All of us should publically show them our support. Katie, aren't you an Alversian, yourself?"

Ravana then got up from her seat. "I believe that we should go find the Alversian leader and make our presence known. I am pretty sure the Saviors know that remnants of the old government like ourselves are around and active. Katie and I will talk to them while you guys can stay behind. Make sure everything's alright."

The streets of Sevestres were largely ruined from the chaos and bloodshed. As Ravana walked down them, she called for Katie to follow her with a demure smile.

"I'm sorry to hear what happened to your friends and family," replied Zhuge as he felt he should comfort her but didn't. "My father was corrupted and died during the Last Pirate War. My mother was murdered by my father's own men and when I heard of it, I informed my father I wasn't joining his game. Two weeks later, he was killed when Lynion Forces assaulted," Zhuge wasn't sad about losing his father or mother. "Everyone tell's me I'm like my grandfather even though I only knew him for a couple of years before he was assassinated....Ahhh let's get off the topic of our parents," suggested Zhuge as they entered a very fine estate. "The estate will be watched by the garrison nearby," Zhuge pointed to a fortress beyond the estate. "It's mainly Lynion Hunter's and Lynion Assassin's which are our special forces. The people at the Royal Palace can see from their position and the Imperial Guardian's will be down here if something goes wrong. So there's always a Lynion Unit watching the estate if you need them," stated Zhuge as his MX8 rifle was over his right shoulder. "There's several bedrooms including double bunks which can be used as a barracks for your men. You'll be safe here for the time being," finished Zhuge.

"I am indebted to your nation for this gift, Zhuge. Truly and sincerely indebted to your nation...and to you for helping us secure it."

Lynx Island

"No worries," replied Zhuge as they walked through the estate. "Sometimes I need to remind my leaders about what we stand for. The estate is usually used for officals to stay in or government-in-exile," contiuned Zhuge. "If there's something you need from me, just ask," offered Zhuge.


Vamperial Order
Lynscert Island

"Now we got an issue to talk about," started Mavax as he bought the case of the government-in-exile before the League of Wolves and the Vamperial Order Council's. "Recently, one of our convoy's came into contact with a yacht that happened to have a government-in-exile of a nation that had its monarchy overthrown and bought to Lynion for their safety sake. Their case was bought forward before King Taishi Ci early this afternoon and he has granted them safe passage in Lynion and an estate to establish their government-in-exile. Now, the question is we need to discuss is: Should we extend the help offered in military support?" finished Mavax as the Council's whispered to each other.

"We decided to stay out of the Human conflicts!" started one of them as the hologram of Rathma, Lee, Rex and Vamp appeared.

"If we do stay out, it means that more nations won't take notice of us," stated Jian.

"Then we're forgotten and nobody..." started Vamperial Knight Jaydon.

"Jaydon shut the bloody hell up!" shouted Rathma as everyone just froze in their seats, stopped talking and gave their attention to Rathma. "The Kingdom fights for the freedom of itself and the freedom of its allies and friends," started Rathma as he stood up. "We're about to face another war and these wars are going to spread like wildfire. Eventually, they're going to be knocking on our door step and our wives, husbands (Some are girls), our sons and daughters and everything we love is going to be taken from us. We're a nation that'll stand up to the injustice and now, I think that some of you are forgetting what we stand for in times of darkness," finished Rathma.

"Anything else?" Vamp asked as Rathma's hologram sat down on his chair as Woff looked around.

"Then you'll be given an hour to decide what to vote on," concluded Woff as the Council's started to think about their choice.

1 hour and 20 minutes later

"The votes have being counted and 90% has voted that we give military support to the government-in-exile," briefed Woff as it was finally concluded for the voting. "This will open up a new front for our military and a commander will be found once the corps to be sent have being choosen. I will see to it that the government-in-exile is informed of the decision between the League of Wolves and the Vamperial Order. For now, be at peace and I wish everyone the best of luck," finished Woff as the meeting ended and the holograms vanished.

Government-in-exile Estate

"Hold on a sec," started Zhuge as his PDA went off in his pocket. He pulled out a small PDA (can fit his hand) and looked at the message before smiling. "The League of Wolves and the Vamperial Order have decided to give your government-in-exile military support. It'll be limited for the time being since a number of corps are going to be called up for combat service. If your men want too, they can go down to the fort if they require weapons, supplies or training," finished Zhuge as he informed the beautiful girl of the decision given by the League of Wolves and the Vamperial Order.

Major Blake looked around as a jeep and several trucks turned up. They all bore the Sentinel Star on the doors. Blake motioned to one of the soldiers, who waved to the others instructing them to board the trucks. He placed his helmet and mask in the jeep, and placed his officers cap on his head before climbing into the jeep's passenger seat

"Thank you Commander" Blake said "Good luck"

His voice was drowned out by the sound of rotors overhead. A pair of Hawk VTOLs with Stalkers suspended below them had joined the party. The VTOLs released the stalkers, and Blake gave Mitchell a final salute before the jeep and the trucks drove off, followed closely by the Stalkers

OOC: Soryanastan said MT/PMT, so I should be okay to use them

Taskforce Bravo

The message was picked up by the radioman on the AAS Consul, which soon began to move towards the coast with the other airships, the crew on board preparing for further missile attacks.
"We are moving now to Stage Three of the attack plan - full missile bombardment on government, military and infrastructure targets."
This time, there was a veritable storm of fire and smoke around all three airships as a mass of the longer-ranged missiles began flying: fourty from each airship, the majority aimed at the major inland cities and capitals, at a mix of government and military targets. The missiles were, again, a mix of Sledgehammer cruise missiles and Scorpian IVs, aimed at buildings and a few at bridges around and in the capital city.

As they passed over the coast, now at less than a kilometre in altitude, the airships scattered into their separate escort groups to target towns along the coast. For the AAS Consul, their selected town took delivery of a typical attack run - as the airship approached the city outskirts, a couple of the Scorpian IV missiles arched out to hit the government buildings and bridges. With the full attention of the city, the airship switched to its short-range missiles; Crossbow IV anti-tank missiles utilised mainly by Rocket Artillery, targeted at anything threatening, such as anti-aircraft units moved out to greet it. Its attack run would bring it over the shoreline docks, where further Crossbow missiles complimented by a few bursts from the airship's autocannon would ensure chaos reigned in those areas. Finally, as it departed the city, a couple of the 'Screamer' missiles would be deployed.

And this was but Stage 3. Much more mayhem was yet to be realised.

To the Communist government
The Puritanian Empire can no longer stand aside and watch you murder the helpless and the innocent. You are only trying to create the Communist utopia for yourselves, not the people of your country and thefore I will take action to stop you.

Signed,
Empress Dora I

The preparations for an invasion were started immediately. The Empress wasn't a military genius and as such she gave the responsibilities of organising the invasion to Gerhard Repke - a long-time friend who had known her father since their childhood - the man in charge of all military operations inside and outside of the Empire. He gave orders to raise 11 divisions (6 of them armoured) for the attack at first, and 5 divisions to be kept in readiness for combat and ofcourse the necessary naval units and aircraft.

ooc: I know it sucks but as always, I'm busy with WoW.

The recent declaration of war from the Puritanians along with the continuation of the Fegosian attacks had swiftly reached the Communist government in Olyan around the same time that the laws which were alleged to have caused a string of famines were declared to be a measure taken in the hopes of preserving the Revolution from harm. Amateur filmmakers were recording the images of the hell that was Soryanastan and publishing them on the internet only to be eventually captured and executed by commissars.

Those recordings showed all sorts of Communist barbarities ranging from the seizure of food from innocent farmers to the forcing of women to serve as the Party's personal harlots. The videos contained demands from the makers for the world to lend a hand either by sending soldiers or by publically condemning the genocidal measures taken by the Communists. A clip of a Soryana newscaster praising the execution without trial of a man who pissed on a broken down picture of Marx sparked riots through the streets. "We must do what we can to defend the Revolution," Singhenov said in a speech while his fanatically supportive wife stood behind him, "and if it means purging the nation of the reactionaries then that is what we will do. Can't they see we are only working for the betterment of the nation we all love and cherish?"

After the speech was linked to a series of murders orchestrated by the secret police of Soryanastan, a group of partisans calling themselves the Association for the Liberation of the Soryanastan (ALS) released their own video in which a cloaked man stood in front of a banner which simply said Sic Semper Tyrannis declared: "The object of our organization is to exterminate the parasitic doctrine of Communism from our nation. Communism is a threat to the Soryana race's survival as a race among men. It is responsible for the utter destruction of culture and liberty all over the world.

Look at Bulgislavia whose citizens are in complete servititude to an egotistical asshole named Mehmet Ceau. Yet, it is not our desire to interfere with them. Our desire is solely to liberate the people of our nation and to restore the Monarchy of our forefathers and the Parliament which our ancestors strove to establish. The false prophet Marx said that the workers of the world should unite....well, I say that it is time for the Soryana people to unite against the barbarians. People of Soryanastan, will you allow your nation to be destroyed? Will you allow our glorious Race to be defiled? Will you allow your children to live in a world in which they are solely bred to provide love and adoration to the tyrants? Wake up, Soryanastan! Kindle the fire in your hearts, arm yourselves with the bayonet and the bullets, and let us march to Olyan, hand in hand, and regain what we have lost. As for the Communists, your days are numbered. You scum shall be wiped from the Earth. When we see you, we shall kill you. No trial. No sympathy. No mercy. Good day, people of Soryanastan, and may Fortune be with us."

ALS soldiers began to start riots all over the countryside with reports of anti-Communist massacres committed pouring into Olyan. A horde of men and women devoted to liberty and freedom threw themselves onto the breach, an emigre once said, and now they were becoming monstrous. Communist women were being whipped in the streets while the men were beheaded rather crudely by laughing ALS soldiers. The children of Communists were simply released into the wild, that is, told that they must seek salvation in liberty and freedom. Any ALS man who harmed a child was to be executed on sight. In the village of Karkoran, ALS soldiers massacred the local Communist government without any emotion. In the blood of a woman who had been brutally stabbed to death, one man wrote: "Death to the tyrants."

In the streets of Sevestres, supporters of the Saviors were publically supporting the ALS by throwing festivals in which they demanded that the ALS kill even more and more Communists whereever they could be found. Kyrad Ludokrin didn't give any public statement on the affair although he privately prayed that there would be more massacres. "When we say death to the tyrants, we do not mean exile or imprisonment. We mean death."

The Association for the Liberation of Soryanastan was led by a partisan named Etar who had been well known for his ruthless fanaticism during his days in the Soryana Army when he fought for the old government. An ultranationalist, he believed that Communism was a threat not only to the nation but also to the Soryana race. Was it possible that he had been the man who spoke in that video? Was it possible?

The Communists failed to find him whenever they tried. He was an elusive bastard, always moving, always lurking around. After the Communists got hammered by the Fegosian attacks, he ordered ALM soldiers to massacre any survivors and help pave the way for Fegosians to get into Soryanastan. The ALM had seized several villages in which they held trials of the Communists they captured and people cheered. It was like Heaven. It had to be Heaven. It had to be Paradise if the men and women who had oppressed them for so long were to be executed. For them. For the people. For the nation.

In one trial, a shackled woman was brought forth into the court room while people spat at her and demanded her immediate death. "You fucking Communists killed my wife!" Bang! She was whacked in the head with a baton and she fell to the ground. Forcibly picked up, she heard another condemnation: "Death to the Communists!" Whack! Another slam to the ground. The judge then spoke grimly: "You are convicted of crimes against the Soryana nation and thus must be punished with death. You have assisted your friends in the mass murder of men, women, and children. You irrevocably sinned against our beloved nation. Against our beloved race. Against your forefathers. To lose you is no loss. To keep you is no benefit."

"Communism will prevail in the end." The woman sharply said before she was kicked in the gut by one of the men who laughed sadistically as if he had wanted to kill her with his own two hands. "It is we who will prevail, wench. You won't be around to see it happen, though. Who knows? Perhaps our success will inspire the other nations of the world oppressed by Communists to rise up against the tyrants. We would love to see that."

"The people....."

"The people what? The people love Communism? Let me tell you something, you piece of shit. The people have had enough of Communism. You see those so called mobs of proud supporters just begging for the continued successes of the Revolution? Far from it. They want freedom. They crave it. Yet you silence them. You do nothing but show us that Communism is an enemy to Mankind. You bolster our faith in this truth. You Communist kill children for God's sake...."

"I never....."

"Ordered a single child to be killed? Does this make you think we should pardon your sins? Does this make me want to absolve you like a Catholic priest would absolve some sinner who waltzes into his church? Far from it. You orchestrated the murder of women. Our wives, sisters and daughters. Nieces and aunts. Mothers and grandmothers."

"They all were....."

The man began to kick her over and over again before he was told to cease and desist by the judge who was trying not to laugh. "Enemies of the Revolution? Well, then, I think we've heard enough from you. Take her outside. Do what you want with her if you want. She deserves it for what she has done."

The soldiers took her outside and beat her repeatedly, her screams sounding like sweet music to them, before they shot her in the back of the head. In the gushing blood, they wrote on the wall these words: "The way of the wicked will perish."

OOC: This is basically serving as a reply to the posts by Alfegos and Puritania as well as introducing a new organization which will probably be disbanded if the Communists are defeated.

With everything? Vix thought dryly. You want fries with that, too?
Out loud she winked at her client with a smile. "You picked a good night to come here," she crooned seductively, "you'll be the first..."

The Xiscapian led the women up to the designated room, reflecting that she'd only been here in the building for less than a minute and in the city and nation for less than two hours, and already she was going to have sex with another person for the possibility of getting valuable information she may or may not posses or be willing to share. Still, she pushed these thoughts far away, she needed to focus on the task at hand, and right now that was pleasing this Communist. The kitsune stripped slowly, but considering the small amount of clothes she was wearing, Vix became naked in no time. She slowly slid the human's pants down around her ankles, settled onto her haunches, leaned forward and, licking her lips, and got to work. Soon enough both she and the other were nude and the agent experimented with the 'toys' which had been left at her disposal, utilizing them in accordance with each of the jobs.

Finally they lay together on the bed, sheets twisted around their bare legs, one of the officer's arms thrown over Vix's breasts, breathing rapidly. The harlot had known exactly how to ride her, and seemed to sense her most intimate thoughts and desires, making for the most exhilarating experiences she had ever had. Slowly, coyly, the young kitsune brought her tail up, the end flicking this way and that, and, running it across the back and rear of the women, drove it in. The dyke gasped in surprise and excitement and she found Vix able to provide one of the three original Pleasures in a perfectly unique manner. Both lost sense of time, and it seemed like many hours had past once they finally laid still, covered in sweat and other unidentifiable fluids, exhausted but satisfied. The operative waited patiently for the Communist to make her first move, she suspected extracting what she needed would not be difficult, pillow talk was an extremely effective way of garnering data that was otherwise inaccessible.

Elsewhere Mui looked at the man, eyes lidded halfway, tail curling around over the back of his hand, making him shiver. "You're welcome to try," she said it quietly as though in secret, eyes lit as though imparting some confidential thing. Beckoning, she led him deeper into the brothel.

The Communist woman had never before experienced the pleasures of sexual intercourse with a non-human woman in the long litany of affairs she had back in the good old days of her youth. Everyone in the Party branch she had worked with knew that she was probably a lesbian and so did every girl who she had slept with since that college bash. All of those affairs, though, no matter how pleasurable they had been, were wiped from the mind as Vix worked on the girl with her tail. When all was said and done, the Communist looked at Vix and smiled. "You were fucking amazing for a non-human. You're a really good way to relieve stress from all the work we "servants of the Revolution" have to deal with. Hmmmm....how much should I pay you for that fun of ours?"

The man who had asked for the services of Mui wasn't afraid that something bad could happen with sleeping with a non-human woman. In fact, he wanted to know everything about how it felt. He assumed it would be pretty much like sleeping with a human woman. As he walked with her to the room reserved for them, he took her firmly into his hands and planted a strong kiss upon her lips, uttering something about how they tasted like honey, before he proceeded to do his work. Although he loved when Mui did her share of the work, he was unusually dominant for the entire time, taking her clothes off bit by bit, letting Mui feel exhilarated and perhaps even breathless by the experience of being in this sort of situation with a human man. It turned out that he even knew some positions from an ancient manual many men had often consulted. They twisted and turned and, soon enough, were finished. The man took out a wad of cash and smiled. "I know this money is pretty much worthless but you've earned it. Take it and thanks for the night. You were damn good. I must say it was pretty cool to do it with a non-human as my first prostitute but, anyways, I should get going. See you soon, perhaps."

The man walked out of the room and then leaned on the wall and sighed. "I wonder how long she'll be staying here....."

OOC: Sorry about this Soryanastan, but I didn't know whether you were going to upload it or you wanted me to, so here it is. This is a very rough map of Soryanastan. I spoke with Soryanastan about a map and me and him collaberated one, using his knowledge of the country and my mediocre skills with paint.

http://i175.photobucket.com/albums/w123/Gazz6666/SoryanastanMap3.jpg

Also, a small update to where my troops are, in case you were thinking of attacking them.

IC:
SRPA 1st Sentinel Division, En Route To Lokkan From Sevestres

The trucks, led by the Major's jeep and followed by two Stalker AA platforms, continued along to Lokkan. In the jeep, the Major and his Lieutenant conversed about their orders

"I don't understand sir" Lieutenant Buckler said "We're over here fighting Communists, but Merlin, Parker and Mitchell are over in GWO rescuing one"

"It's not your place to question Z's orders" Blake told him "He only relays the orders from The Pioneers"

The Imperial Navy was just out of range of the Soryanastan coastal batteries. Airstrikes had begun on the enemy's supply lines along with missiles being fired at the coastal defenses. Admiral Gregor Eriksson was giving out last minute orders to his generals; the invasion would start at 3:00am, in 8 hours.

Among all the hazzle in Lieutenant Amanda Creutzfeldt, one of the about a dozen women in the Imperial Armed Forces, desperately trying to get her platoon organized for the attack. It wasn't an easy task, as the men had been drinking since their departure from the Teutoberg naval base. When she finally got her men together in the same room she had every single one whipped. "You disgust me, you're acting more like teenage boys rather than a disciplined military unit. This is why I've arranged for this unit to be in the first attack wave."

At 3:00am, the ships moved closer to the shore and were now in range of the coastal batteries, but the enemy was in range of the ships' cannons as well. The first landing craft took off and hit the shore and soldiers started pouring out.

News of the Puritanian attacks upon Soryanastan was recieved with solemn faces at the latest meeting of the National Salvation Front's multitude of representatives and members in the halls of the former Palace of Parliament - Singhenov delivering a firm condemnation of the latest attacks with standing ovation. With any moderates and others deemed to be apathetic towards the Revolution eliminated, the National Salvation Front was entirely composed of fanatics who would rather die in vain then give up the Revolution to their enemies. When the Puritanians attacked, there was stiff resistance from machine gun and mortar nests but many of the defenders would be cut down by the attackers. Yet, despite this, they pressed onward.

The trucks, led by the Major's jeep and followed by two Stalker AA platforms, continued along to Lokkan.

As the trucks continued along to Lokkan, a group of partisans loyal to the old government intercepted the trucks and demanded that they halt in their tracks - demanding identification from whoever had been in charge of the trucks. "We shall not let Communists or Communist sympathizers pass."

"Fire!"

They fired back. Two threw grenades back over as they continued the fire storm and slowly began advancing on the scene.

Plenty of Communists were killed but the survivors continued to struggle against the Motokatans - aspiring to wipe them out but not before torturing them for information.

As the trucks continued along to Lokkan, a group of partisans loyal to the old government intercepted the trucks and demanded that they halt in their tracks - demanding identification from whoever had been in charge of the trucks. "We shall not let Communists or Communist sympathizers pass."


The trucks shuddered to a halt, and Blake's jeep moved to the head of the convoy. He dismounted, his hand never too far from his pistol holster, and stepped over to the men

"We are no Communists, nor Communist Sympathisers" he said to the partisans "We come to liberate the people of Soryanastan from the oppresion of the Communist Government. If you are also fighting them, we would be proud to fight alongside you"

Plenty of Communists were killed but the survivors continued to struggle against the Motokatans - aspiring to wipe them out but not before torturing them for information.

The sound of rotors could be heard overhead. Two full teams of Sentinels from SRS Fallen Star dropped in from rappel lines from their Hawk VTOLs, moving quickly into the prison and dispatching any Communist guards. Some men were lost in the initial drop, but they contined to push into the prison

OOC: Don't mind if I rescue you, Motokana?

The trucks shuddered to a halt, and Blake's jeep moved to the head of the convoy. He dismounted, his hand never too far from his pistol holster, and stepped over to the men

"We are no Communists, nor Communist Sympathisers" he said to the partisans "We come to liberate the people of Soryanastan from the oppresion of the Communist Government. If you are also fighting them, we would be proud to fight alongside you"

The leader of the partisans stepped forward with a smirk while his hand was upon his own holster in which a pistol could be seen. "We are a band of traveling partisans who wish to assist in the total and unconditional liberation of our people from the yoke of Communism. If you would be willing to help us, then you will be our friends. Where are you heading?"

The leader of the partisans stepped forward with a smirk while his hand was upon his own holster in which a pistol could be seen. "We are a band of traveling partisans who wish to assist in the total and unconditional liberation of our people from the yoke of Communism. If you would be willing to help us, then you will be our friends. Where are you heading?"

"Lokkan" Blake said, waving his guards off "I have an agent there, he reported that it is still under communist control"

"Lokkan" Blake said, waving his guards off "I have an agent there, he reported that it is still under communist control"

"Do you believe you'll be able to end Communist control over it?"

Amanda's platoon had suffered heavy losses, but had also inflicted heavy losses to the enemy. By nightfall a bridgehead had been established and by Admiral Eriksson's demand, 10 more divisions were on the way from home. 3 divisions continued to push forward meeting heavy resistance. The 86th Panzer regiment was the spearhead of the attack towards the city of Lokkan, and Amanda's platoon was part of that regiment, fighting as supporting infantry alongside the tanks. The platoon came upon a village and glance at a sign revealed its name to be Orvas. While waiting for reinforcements, the platoon watched as the village got pounded by artillery fire. The soldiers whispered to eachother while hiding the glows of the cigarettes in their palms. "Do you think they've got alcohol in there? After putting us through all of crappiest situations the Lieutenant should at least give us their booze as spoils of war..."

After an hour of waiting the reinforcements arrived. After a brief meeting with the squad leaders Amanda gave the order to move into the village.

"Do you believe you'll be able to end Communist control over it?"

"Yes" the Major told him confidently "Yes, I do"

After an hour of waiting the reinforcements arrived. After a brief meeting with the squad leaders Amanda gave the order to move into the village.

The village of Orvas was one of the many villages that had been seized by the Communies after a failed defence by the partisans but the Communists had been easily routed by the Puritanian attack. As the Puritanians marched into Orvas, they had been greeted by the survivors who were celebrating the arrival of foreign liberators. Some of the women blew kisses while the elderly banged their canes jubilantly on the ground. A Communist flag was torn down and burned while someone raised the old flag of Soryanastan over the village hall while urging his friends to sing the old anthem with him. People sang in the streets, some of the women were looking demurely at the Puritanians, and everyone basically descended into a pit of fanatical happiness.

"Yes" the Major told him confidently "Yes, I do"

The partisan leader laughed. "Perhaps we could work with you?"

The partisan leader laughed. "Perhaps we could work with you?"

"We would be glad of the help, Mr...?" Blake asked, a smile on his face

"We would be glad of the help, Mr...?" Blake asked, a smile on his face

"Just call me Etar. What's your plan?"

"Just call me Etar. What's your plan?"

"Attack, and drive them out of the city. Other than that, there is no complex plan of attack" Blake told him "My men will lead a frontal attack, whilst Stalkers out-flank the communists and attack at close range, allowing us to move in closer. We can call upon preliminary missile bombardment should we need it. Did you have any special plans?"

Waking up, and taking stock of herself again after hours of... sheer bliss itself, yes that was the phrase... Leslie decided to wait around watching Sappho's Paradise ply its' trade some more. She liked the place, but the fact she was somehow 'special' among the customers? Miss Nymira thinks me being here is payment...? That made Leslie blush again, she liked that thought indeed; far better than what she'd came here for.

She sat up on the bed idly and looked out the window, on a city rendered into some morbid tableau of self-destruction. If architecture had a "heroin look", this was it; perhaps even some did find it attractive. There were sincere Communists here and there and so on, after all. Problem was, when they failed to convince others to buy this and similar sights as "beautiful", they tended to simply kill them rather than further discuss the matter rationally. I never want to look like that... She resolved to herself, however poor she might end up given her worsening circumstances at home; themselves things to eventually discuss with Nymira later when Leslie was ready and by no means resolved either.

Out on the streets, James had dropped the camera like ordered; if not as defiantly as he'd imagined he would when idly thinking of situations like this on the flight here. These goons had a way of making you forget that sort of courage, at least when not cornered; and he wasn't yet. No, no sir... just standing with his back to an alley wall at gunpoint for another hour at least while the commissar simply eyed him. The suspects were also in James' situation now, and the sight made him recall what he'd been hearing. Not so much debate, at least nothing that would pass in any forum or club for such; but definitely argument. Blackmail, maybe...? I heard a few references to whores and money and 'protection' and broken deals; of course, that could mean anything with how little I heard. He flicked eyes down to look at his camera's condition, having dropped it suddenly on sight of the gun, just hoping that his luck had held that little and it wasn't broken; that was all he needed until he could deal with this goon and get out of here with maybe some sort of footage...

The village of Orvas was one of the many villages that had been seized by the Communies after a failed defence by the partisans but the Communists had been easily routed by the Puritanian attack. As the Puritanians marched into Orvas, they had been greeted by the survivors who were celebrating the arrival of foreign liberators. Some of the women blew kisses while the elderly banged their canes jubilantly on the ground. A Communist flag was torn down and burned while someone raised the old flag of Soryanastan over the village hall while urging his friends to sing the old anthem with him. People sang in the streets, some of the women were looking demurely at the Puritanians, and everyone basically descended into a pit of fanatical happiness.

Amanda went up to a man she thought was the village's leader while her men did their best at emptying the village of its alcohol. "I apologize for my men's behaviour... I've been given the most idiotic platoon of the armed forces. I've been ordered to hold this village for now and I need accommodation for myself and my men."

Amanda went up to a man she thought was the village's leader while her men did their best at emptying the village of its alcohol. "I apologize for my men's behaviour... I've been given the most idiotic platoon of the armed forces. I've been ordered to hold this village for now and I need accommodation for myself and my men."

A muscular man turned around to look at Amanda - the people he was chatting with just watching silently with interest. "As long as they don't go harming our villagers, we're fine with them getting drunk. You'll be able to get accomodation for yourself and your men in our village - but I'm not responsible for what villagers do if your men offend them. Feel free to interact with the locals if you wish. Hell, we're all going to be partying tonight and, since you liberated us, why not join in?"

"Attack, and drive them out of the city. Other than that, there is no complex plan of attack" Blake told him "My men will lead a frontal attack, whilst Stalkers out-flank the communists and attack at close range, allowing us to move in closer. We can call upon preliminary missile bombardment should we need it. Did you have any special plans?"

"How many men do you have? We'd gladly help you. There may be some other partisan bands in the vicinity of Lokkan who would be able to assist us but I'm not promising a mass horde or anything like that. As long as you let us handle the leaders of the Communists present in that city, we'll support you even if it means dying in the process. Thanks in advance for helping us out."

The Communist woman had never before experienced the pleasures of sexual intercourse with a non-human woman in the long litany of affairs she had back in the good old days of her youth. Everyone in the Party branch she had worked with knew that she was probably a lesbian and so did every girl who she had slept with since that college bash. All of those affairs, though, no matter how pleasurable they had been, were wiped from the mind as Vix worked on the girl with her tail. When all was said and done, the Communist looked at Vix and smiled. "You were fucking amazing for a non-human. You're a really good way to relieve stress from all the work we "servants of the Revolution" have to deal with. Hmmmm....how much should I pay you for that fun of ours?"

The man who had asked for the services of Mui wasn't afraid that something bad could happen with sleeping with a non-human woman. In fact, he wanted to know everything about how it felt. He assumed it would be pretty much like sleeping with a human woman. As he walked with her to the room reserved for them, he took her firmly into his hands and planted a strong kiss upon her lips, uttering something about how they tasted like honey, before he proceeded to do his work. Although he loved when Mui did her share of the work, he was unusually dominant for the entire time, taking her clothes off bit by bit, letting Mui feel exhilarated and perhaps even breathless by the experience of being in this sort of situation with a human man. It turned out that he even knew some positions from an ancient manual many men had often consulted. They twisted and turned and, soon enough, were finished. The man took out a wad of cash and smiled. "I know this money is pretty much worthless but you've earned it. Take it and thanks for the night. You were damn good. I must say it was pretty cool to do it with a non-human as my first prostitute but, anyways, I should get going. See you soon, perhaps."

The man walked out of the room and then leaned on the wall and sighed. "I wonder how long she'll be staying here....."

"I do my best, sweetlips," Vix smiled as best she could, pleased that she had been in control the entire time: It was a luxery she might not have later, and if the agent hated anything it was not being able to manipulate what was happening around her. "You don't worry your pretty little head about paying me, whatever you've got is good. Tell me, honey," she rolled onto her side, one long furry finger tracing lines over the officer's bare skin, though the cleft of her breasts and down over the belly, "do you have a lot of stress, really?" She licked her chops. "I must be so dangerous, out there with all the counterrevolutionaries, and you're a women and all..." She trailed off, inviting the other to continue.

Elsewhere Mui was panting heavily, lying on her back with the bundle of bills beside her on the bed, curled around the warm space where the man's body heat had made the sheets hot. She was by no means a virgin, but she had been new to the experience of sharing herself with a human, and somehow she'd found it quite breathtaking and satisfying. It was rare for a human and kitsune to have sex in Xiscapia, both races generally kept themselves separated and most kitsune considered fornification with the 'hairless pink apes' beneath them, while your average Homo Sapien would be quite repulsed by a kitsune body. Still, something about her velvet fur against his soft, white skin made her shiver in delight, and she sighed softly, fluids cooling on her fur, and wondered if he'd be back again. She felt, somehow, that it was him, specifically, and not any old human, that she desired, and wondered why. The feeling of elation soon gave way to depression, though, as she realized that in this country, there was a good chance he would be killed or flee long before she would ever be able to find him again.

[QUOTE]"No worries," replied Zhuge as they walked through the estate. "Sometimes I need to remind my leaders about what we stand for. The estate is usually used for officals to stay in or government-in-exile," contiuned Zhuge. "If there's something you need from me, just ask," offered Zhuge.

Janata smiled. "Thank you, Zhuge. Would you be so kind as to tell the others who came with me to Lynion about this estate? I'm pretty sure they'd want to get settled down about now."

Government-in-exile Estate

"Hold on a sec," started Zhuge as his PDA went off in his pocket. He pulled out a small PDA (can fit his hand) and looked at the message before smiling. "The League of Wolves and the Vamperial Order have decided to give your government-in-exile military support. It'll be limited for the time being since a number of corps are going to be called up for combat service. If your men want too, they can go down to the fort if they require weapons, supplies or training," finished Zhuge as he informed the beautiful girl of the decision given by the League of Wolves and the Vamperial Order.

Janata was very excited when she heard those words from Zhuge: "It is truly a great pleasure to hear that the League of Wolves and the Vamperial Order are going to provide us with military support. While I am pretty sure that the men I came here with would want military training and so forth, I must tell you that I don't consider myself much as a leader for them. Zamenov is the one who usually orchestrates their actions. Back in Soryanastan, before the barbaric Revolution, we used to have a power sharing deal between the Crown and the Parliament. The Parliament proposed laws and it was up to the Crown, in the end, to assent to them. Without royal assent, a law would never become official in the recordbooks. The Communists didn't even try to take part in an election. They just took their guns and charged at us."

Janata sighed. "It is painful whenever I think about the past and the hard problem is trying not to think about the past when you are technically the monarch of your homeland. The only reason I can even be considered Queen of Soryanastan is because my father died. Had he not died so valiantly against the Communists, he'd still be in power to this day and I'd be back in my nation. Perhaps we would have met under different circumstances. I guess we are like puppets according to one poet who go wherever Life takes us."

She then began to walk away from Zhuge in search of her personal chambers. As she walked, she briefly turned around with a light smile coming upon her face. "Zhuge, you're welcome to talk to me again if you want."

And then she left him.

"I do my best, sweetlips," Vix smiled as best she could, pleased that she had been in control the entire time: It was a luxery she might not have later, and if the agent hated anything it was not being able to manipulate what was happening around her. "You don't worry your pretty little head about paying me, whatever you've got is good. Tell me, honey," she rolled onto her side, one long furry finger tracing lines over the officer's bare skin, though the cleft of her breasts and down over the belly, "do you have a lot of stress, really?" She licked her chops. "I must be so dangerous, out there with all the counterrevolutionaries, and you're a women and all..." She trailed off, inviting the other to continue.

It was arousing to feel the warm furry finger tracing lines over her flesh but the female commissar seemed to be just focused on the conversation at hand. Her eyes were locked upon Vix's face and her own hand would trace lines upon the fur covered body of the kitsune who had brought her into a strange and unknown Heaven. "It's tough, I'll admit, fighting the reactionaries, but we've got to do what we've got to do for the sake of the Revolution. Only through force can we achieve the vision we want. I firmly believe this, you see, even though I'll admit that....I'm not always in tune with the mercilessness of my colleagues. It doesn't matter that I'm a woman. I get my respect. Anyway, I guess I should get going. Don't want to be late for work. I'd really love to meet you again. I really would."

Elsewhere Mui was panting heavily, lying on her back with the bundle of bills beside her on the bed, curled around the warm space where the man's body heat had made the sheets hot. She was by no means a virgin, but she had been new to the experience of sharing herself with a human, and somehow she'd found it quite breathtaking and satisfying. It was rare for a human and kitsune to have sex in Xiscapia, both races generally kept themselves separated and most kitsune considered fornification with the 'hairless pink apes' beneath them, while your average Homo Sapien would be quite repulsed by a kitsune body. Still, something about her velvet fur against his soft, white skin made her shiver in delight, and she sighed softly, fluids cooling on her fur, and wondered if he'd be back again. She felt, somehow, that it was him, specifically, and not any old human, that she desired, and wondered why. The feeling of elation soon gave way to depression, though, as she realized that in this country, there was a good chance he would be killed or flee long before she would ever be able to find him again.

He felt his heart crying out for another passionate meeting with Mui, his mind replaying the experiences he had gained from his encounter with that mysterious furry woman, his whole body still laced with the residue of the bliss. This wasn't some one night stand, he thought, it was the beginning of a desire to be with Mui. Again. And again. And again. Had he fallen in love with her? Yes, he thought, that had to be why he couldn't get making love to her out of his mind. It was hooked onto him, he noticed, but he didn't want to forget it. He loved every bit of the experience. Every single bit. As he went back to his house, he made a mental note to look around for Mui in the next couple of days.

Waking up, and taking stock of herself again after hours of... sheer bliss itself, yes that was the phrase... Leslie decided to wait around watching Sappho's Paradise ply its' trade some more. She liked the place, but the fact she was somehow 'special' among the customers? Miss Nymira thinks me being here is payment...? That made Leslie blush again, she liked that thought indeed; far better than what she'd came here for.

She sat up on the bed idly and looked out the window, on a city rendered into some morbid tableau of self-destruction. If architecture had a "heroin look", this was it; perhaps even some did find it attractive. There were sincere Communists here and there and so on, after all. Problem was, when they failed to convince others to buy this and similar sights as "beautiful", they tended to simply kill them rather than further discuss the matter rationally. I never want to look like that... She resolved to herself, however poor she might end up given her worsening circumstances at home; themselves things to eventually discuss with Nymira later when Leslie was ready and by no means resolved either.

It would have been simply sublime to return to Leslie and have another round of passion but the affairs of the brothel required her attention and Nymira, being devoted to her work, wasn't going to let the harlots she managed fall into the abyss which is a term which here means the hands of the comissars as their personal sex slaves. Yet, despite her usual devotion being plainly visible, it was marred with Nymira's constant thinking about her night with Leslie - how she loved making her beg for more of her talent - how the night was one of the best she ever had.

Nymira sighed. Leslie was probably going to leave Olyan after a while and probably never contemplating visiting the brothel again for another round. As she thought about this predicament, Nymira decided she would do something about it. Walking over to where she left Leslie, she smiled as she noticed her still in bed. "Leslie, I want to know when you'll be leaving Olyan. I was hoping you could stay around for a while so I could get to know you better - yes, I'm not just with a desire to help you make a good report. I want to know everything about you, Leslie. You're different from the other women I've known. I don't know if this is love I'm feeling...but, Leslie, I feel an attachment to you."

Nymira leaned on the wall. "You were amazing last night. Have you been with other girls before or are you just a born natural? I'm sure your companion will be back soon to check in on you. There's no way he could let such a gorgeous girl like you out of his sights in a shithole like this."

Out on the streets, James had dropped the camera like ordered; if not as defiantly as he'd imagined he would when idly thinking of situations like this on the flight here. These goons had a way of making you forget that sort of courage, at least when not cornered; and he wasn't yet. No, no sir... just standing with his back to an alley wall at gunpoint for another hour at least while the commissar simply eyed him. The suspects were also in James' situation now, and the sight made him recall what he'd been hearing. Not so much debate, at least nothing that would pass in any forum or club for such; but definitely argument. Blackmail, maybe...? I heard a few references to whores and money and 'protection' and broken deals; of course, that could mean anything with how little I heard. He flicked eyes down to look at his camera's condition, having dropped it suddenly on sight of the gun, just hoping that his luck had held that little and it wasn't broken; that was all he needed until he could deal with this goon and get out of here with maybe some sort of footage...

"Who are you? Why are you filming? Who are you working for?"

"I think I know where your coming from about being queen," started Zhuge. "High King Vamp's twins were only 11 when they came to the throne. Vamp's wife was assassinated in 1945 by the Japanese and Vamp went into exile. The twins lost their childhood and went into leadership. Of course back then the League of Wolves and the Vamperial Order didn't existed and they often looked up to their father's bodyguard Rathma Phoenix. He would've being around 18 when the twins came to the throne and he was the closet thing they had to a family," started Zhuge. "Your only a puppet as long you obey their rule. Your yourself the moment you break that hold and believe what your doing is right," concluded Zhuge as he watched her head into her private chambers. "Janata, best you get some sleep. I'll stand guard while you sleep. Tomorrow is going to be busy for Lynion and your government-in-exile," finished Zhuge as he took his post while he watched the Palace become busy as the need for Imperial Guardians to watch the estate below them was required some time soon.

"I think I know where your coming from about being queen," started Zhuge. "High King Vamp's twins were only 11 when they came to the throne. Vamp's wife was assassinated in 1945 by the Japanese and Vamp went into exile. The twins lost their childhood and went into leadership. Of course back then the League of Wolves and the Vamperial Order didn't existed and they often looked up to their father's bodyguard Rathma Phoenix. He would've being around 18 when the twins came to the throne and he was the closet thing they had to a family," started Zhuge. "Your only a puppet as long you obey their rule. Your yourself the moment you break that hold and believe what your doing is right," concluded Zhuge as he watched her head into her private chambers. "Janata, best you get some sleep. I'll stand guard while you sleep. Tomorrow is going to be busy for Lynion and your government-in-exile," finished Zhuge as he took his post while he watched the Palace become busy as the need for Imperial Guardians to watch the estate below them was required some time soon.

Janata nodded. "I do not believe that I am a puppet to Zamenov and the men I arrived here with. They've always told me that I am their lawful monarch by law and right of blood and I've always believed that they were telling me the truth. Had everything taken the natural course, you'd be addressing me as Your Majesty-to-be or something along those lines. Perhaps you could show me where my chambers are, Zhuge? I don't mind you standing guard while I sleep - I'm sure you'll be able to protect me from harm if it comes to that."

Zhuge nodded his head as he escorted Janata through the estate. They were passing through the hallways as Zhuge listened to her response. "I don't mind showing you to your quarters," replied Zhuge as they came to her personal quarters. "The windows can be locked from the inside and there's only one door to enter the chamber. If you need me, just shout and I'll be inside," finished Zhuge. The chambers had all the usually things a bedroom would have including one door. "I'll be at the door if you need me," concluded Zhuge as he stood at the door while giving her some space to explore her chambers.

A muscular man turned around to look at Amanda - the people he was chatting with just watching silently with interest. "As long as they don't go harming our villagers, we're fine with them getting drunk. You'll be able to get accomodation for yourself and your men in our village - but I'm not responsible for what villagers do if your men offend them. Feel free to interact with the locals if you wish. Hell, we're all going to be partying tonight and, since you liberated us, why not join in?"

Amanda was just about to answer the man when the rest of the regiment marched through the village. The commander, Colonel von Barring soon noticed the soldiers being drunk and didn't take any explanation Amanda could give to him. He had the entire platoon including Amanda whipped. "Lieutenant, perhaps now you will find it in you to keep your platoon under control. I'd hate to see it executed. Also, we have new orders. We are to keep pushing forward through the night."

Zhuge nodded his head as he escorted Janata through the estate. They were passing through the hallways as Zhuge listened to her response. "I don't mind showing you to your quarters," replied Zhuge as they came to her personal quarters. "The windows can be locked from the inside and there's only one door to enter the chamber. If you need me, just shout and I'll be inside," finished Zhuge. The chambers had all the usually things a bedroom would have including one door. "I'll be at the door if you need me," concluded Zhuge as he stood at the door while giving her some space to explore her chambers.

"This room will serve me well during my stay in Lynion; my dream is to one day be sleeping back in Soryanastan like I always would before the Revolution. Thank you once more, Zhuge. Perhaps we can keep in touch if I ever go back to Soryanastan."

Janata looked around her chambers for a moment before she flung herself onto the bed with a painful sigh. She really wanted to be back in Soryanastan but she had to bear with being in Lynion. Janata pulled out her diary and began to write while looking out the windows - living in Lynion and Zhuge being the only things on her mind.

All of the tanks for the 41st Panzer division had finally been unloaded from the cargo ships and sent to the front. Amanda's platoon got 10 tanks - 5 men in each. Because most of the men were still drunk, she had to give the command of the tanks to the sober ones, disregarding their rank. The platoon drove onward, expecting to be caught in the middle of the Communists' counter-attack at any moment.

Zhuge smiled at Janata as he took his post at the front of her chamber's main door. He watched the others from the government-in-exile look around as a squad of Imperial Guardians came onto the estate grounds. They were going to allow the personal to sleep and rest and take up a responsibility of guarding the estate until the government-in-exile personal can do the job. One of the Imperial Guardians joined Zhuge as they made sure the government-in-exile was safe.

~Official Communique~
Office of the President

To: Tyrant Espar Singhenov, National Salvation Front
From: President Ingram Hasley, the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

Mr. Singhenov,
In my eyes and the eyes of the Cazatanian people, your pitiful excuse for a government, is a corrupt dystopia created to benefit a group of pedophile generals who spend their time pleasuring themselves to pictures of five year old boys. Under senate authorization the government of Cazatania no longer recognizes the NSF's right to exist and will formally declare war if the NSF does not return power to the legitimate government Soryanastan and her people within 48 hours. If we receive no answer we will assume you have declined your offer and we will begin our liberation. If you are captured you will be tried for crimes against humanity and most likely sentenced to death by hanging, as will you officers.

If you somehow doubt the capabilities of the Cazatanian forces, I will tell you that the divisions being sent to liberate Soryanastan are made up almost entirely of veterans of two conflicts in Greal, both of which resulted in victory against communist aggressors. Your men will run in fear as our men advance. We will show no mercy for you or your sympathizers.

Sincerely,
President Ingram Hasley
~Live free or die, for death is not the worst of evils.

"How many men do you have? We'd gladly help you. There may be some other partisan bands in the vicinity of Lokkan who would be able to assist us but I'm not promising a mass horde or anything like that. As long as you let us handle the leaders of the Communists present in that city, we'll support you even if it means dying in the process. Thanks in advance for helping us out."

"150, plus up to 750 reinforcements" Blake said, glad that he could count on Etar's support "You're welcome to 'deal' with the leaders"

He made a hand gesture over his shoulder indicating that the Sentinels should disembark, move up and set up a command post. Soldiers from the lead truck quickly unpacked and erected a tent and a communications uplink at the roadside. Their truck moved to set up as a defence emplacement, utilising the mounted 12.57mm machine gun. Blake beckoned Etar into the tent. Inside was some sort of advanced map, with holographic unit representations of the Sentinel units and the Stalkers were they were on the battlefield.

"This is Lokkan" he said, pointing to the city on the map "Assuming that, even though we now control most forms of communication, the Communists will be aware of a foreign presence here, and will be prepared for a siege. Now, if they are occuying the outlying buildings, I can have Forced Entry teams, covered by snipers, clean them out. We should then be able to push into the city, using Stalkers to our advantage in close-quarters-battles"

~Official Communique~
Office of the President

To: Tyrant Espar Singhenov, National Salvation Front
From: President Ingram Hasley, the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

Mr. Singhenov,
In my eyes and the eyes of the Cazatanian people, your pitiful excuse for a government, is a corrupt dystopia created to benefit a group of pedophile generals who spend their time pleasuring themselves to pictures of five year old boys. Under senate authorization the government of Cazatania no longer recognizes the NSF's right to exist and will formally declare war if the NSF does not return power to the legitimate government Soryanastan and her people within 48 hours. If we receive no answer we will assume you have declined your offer and we will begin our liberation. If you are captured you will be tried for crimes against humanity and most likely sentenced to death by hanging, as will you officers.

If you somehow doubt the capabilities of the Cazatanian forces, I will tell you that the divisions being sent to liberate Soryanastan are made up almost entirely of veterans of two conflicts in Greal, both of which resulted in victory against communist aggressors. Your men will run in fear as our men advance. We will show no mercy for you or your sympathizers.

Sincerely,
President Ingram Hasley
~Live free or die, for death is not the worst of evils.

From: Espar Singhenov of the National Salvation Front
To: President Ingram Hasley of Cazatania

In my eyes and in the eyes of the servants of the Revolution, you are blind to the overwhelming generosity our government has provided the citizens of Soryanastan and desire nothing more than to destroy everything our nation has built since we seized control from the wretched establishment. I must resent your image of us as lewd perverts, dear President, for that is not what our organization stands for at all. Your soldiers will not just waltz into our nation and destroy everything we have spent so long making for ourselves. If you desire the alleged liberation of Soryanastan than we bid you to come and fight us. No mercy will be given to you or to your supporters. We shall fight until the clock strikes thirteen. You will see, President, the eventual victory of the Revolution over both scum internal and external. Adieu.

Signed,
E. Singhenov

"150, plus up to 750 reinforcements" Blake said, glad that he could count on Etar's support "You're welcome to 'deal' with the leaders"

He made a hand gesture over his shoulder indicating that the Sentinels should disembark, move up and set up a command post. Soldiers from the lead truck quickly unpacked and erected a tent and a communications uplink at the roadside. Their truck moved to set up as a defence emplacement, utilising the mounted 12.57mm machine gun. Blake beckoned Etar into the tent. Inside was some sort of advanced map, with holographic unit representations of the Sentinel units and the Stalkers were they were on the battlefield.

"This is Lokkan" he said, pointing to the city on the map "Assuming that, even though we now control most forms of communication, the Communists will be aware of a foreign presence here, and will be prepared for a siege. Now, if they are occuying the outlying buildings, I can have Forced Entry teams, covered by snipers, clean them out. We should then be able to push into the city, using Stalkers to our advantage in close-quarters-battles"

"As long as you'll allow some sort of temporary government led by Soryana people to be established in Lokkan, I'll gladly charge into the breach with you. My late wife was born in Lokkan, my friend, and I'm going to make sure I avenge her death by seizing the place where she was born. Yeah, she was murdered by Communists - just because she wouldn't be compliant with their demands. Me and my men will charge into the foray and, hopefully, seize control of the city hall and declare Lokkan's freedom. I'm sure we can raise a partisan army - we may be able to get support from the Association for the Liberation of Soryanastan but, I warn you, they can get pretty brutal."

Etar smirked. "The Association is a far right organization dedicated to the extermination of the Communist ideology wherever it may be found. It has already done some bloody work across the countryside if my memory serves me right. Just recently, they made an address to the entire nation - declaring their desire to wipe out Communism and bring about a national revival. I believe they may have a base or two around Lokkan. On the way to the city, you'll probably find villages and towns."

Zhuge smiled at Janata as he took his post at the front of her chamber's main door. He watched the others from the government-in-exile look around as a squad of Imperial Guardians came onto the estate grounds. They were going to allow the personal to sleep and rest and take up a responsibility of guarding the estate until the government-in-exile personal can do the job. One of the Imperial Guardians joined Zhuge as they made sure the government-in-exile was safe.

Janata took the golden heart shaped locket that hanged around her neck and opened it to reveal the miniature pictures of her parents. She sighed as she gazed upon them - closing the locket when the memories began to pour back into her mind, mocking her with all of the pleasure they contained, telling her she'd never see them again. As she looked outside, she noticed Zamenov and his men marching into the estate while chattering about their plans to contact emigres of the homeland. She sighed again and then turned away from the window with nothing but pain consuming her soul. After a while, a rugged man came to Zhuge and smiled. "Excuse me, son, but can you tell me where Her Highness is? I am Asylov, the commander of what remains of the Royal Guard and I'd like to make sure she is alright."

"As long as you'll allow some sort of temporary government led by Soryana people to be established in Lokkan, I'll gladly charge into the breach with you. My late wife was born in Lokkan, my friend, and I'm going to make sure I avenge her death by seizing the place where she was born. Yeah, she was murdered by Communists - just because she wouldn't be compliant with their demands. Me and my men will charge into the foray and, hopefully, seize control of the city hall and declare Lokkan's freedom. I'm sure we can raise a partisan army - we may be able to get support from the Association for the Liberation of Soryanastan but, I warn you, they can get pretty brutal."

Etar smirked. "The Association is a far right organization dedicated to the extermination of the Communist ideology wherever it may be found. It has already done some bloody work across the countryside if my memory serves me right. Just recently, they made an address to the entire nation - declaring their desire to wipe out Communism and bring about a national revival. I believe they may have a base or two around Lokkan. On the way to the city, you'll probably find villages and towns."

"Absolutely. Stability is our number one concern. My men will help you secure Lokkan, and then they will serve as a defensive force to hold it against any counter-strike the Communists may make"

Blake looked back at the map, thought a moment and then turned to Etar

"Do you know if there are any civillians left in the city?"

"Absolutely. Stability is our number one concern. My men will help you secure Lokkan, and then they will serve as a defensive force to hold it against any counter-strike the Communists may make"

Blake looked back at the map, thought a moment and then turned to Etar

"Do you know if there are any civillians left in the city?"

Etar nodded his head. "I am pretty sure that many citizens are left under the city to bear the burden of Communist oppression and, as we speak, they could be being beaten or being given a far worse punishment simply for not heeding the call of their Revolution. Believe me, friend, I've seen it all. Once we gain Lokkan, the people will rule it independently from the nation until Her Highness and the men who went with her return to retake control. I will not rest until Crown and Parliament are both restored."

It would have been simply sublime to return to Leslie and have another round of passion but the affairs of the brothel required her attention and Nymira, being devoted to her work, wasn't going to let the harlots she managed fall into the abyss which is a term which here means the hands of the comissars as their personal sex slaves. Yet, despite her usual devotion being plainly visible, it was marred with Nymira's constant thinking about her night with Leslie - how she loved making her beg for more of her talent - how the night was one of the best she ever had.

Nymira sighed. Leslie was probably going to leave Olyan after a while and probably never contemplating visiting the brothel again for another round. As she thought about this predicament, Nymira decided she would do something about it. Walking over to where she left Leslie, she smiled as she noticed her still in bed. "Leslie, I want to know when you'll be leaving Olyan. I was hoping you could stay around for a while so I could get to know you better - yes, I'm not just with a desire to help you make a good report. I want to know everything about you, Leslie. You're different from the other women I've known. I don't know if this is love I'm feeling...but, Leslie, I feel an attachment to you."
Leslie embraced Nymira closely and spoke, deliberately so as not to trip over what had to be said now or never. "Me too, Nymira; if I may be so bold Mistress. No I'm not leaving too soon, not until I get what I was sent here for with hardly a word prior to the order coming in from my bosses." She soon realized with a hush that more explanation would be proper.

"As for them, I'm on a joint assignment from my employers at the Tailville DR International Herald-Tribune and Wagdian International Broadcasting Corporation to cover the situation since the NSF takeover; especially the reports of abuses against the people by them. My government may have been born communist, but not of their sort if you pardon how that might make me seem to be arguing, and it still remains relatively leftist even now after the Reds-proper rolled bad dice for themselves seven years ago and lost dominance. But we call it like we see it, which for now isn't looking good at all, and I'm the eyes here (so to speak) charged with getting that word out ma'am." God! She sounded like some sort of Committee of Public Safety agent already...

Nymira leaned on the wall. "You were amazing last night. Have you been with other girls before or are you just a born natural? I'm sure your companion will be back soon to check in on you. There's no way he could let such a gorgeous girl like you out of his sights in a shithole like this."
"He's not back!" Leslie was genuinely shocked; well, she had been out cold so perhaps not so surprising a prospect as at first. Back to her... Mistress, yes. "I've been with other women yes, plenty actually; as far as I've known I've always had this preference." Leslie remembered the day she'd stood terrified before her mother, a mere teenager, before getting 'the talk' that explained while Gertrude couldn't approve of Leslie's orientation on her own all the same the mother in her couldn't ethically forbid it either so long as Leslie conducted herself like a proper woman whoever she was courting or not. "None of them were keepers though; I've had many breakups, all painful. In fact, Mistress, I was usually the one to be dumped by them first." Leslie showed a few tears there, brushing that annoying raven-shaded bang of hair out of her eye again. "And I don't want to do that to you; so yes, I believe I'll stay a while."

Thinking of James' absence as she hugged Nymira tightly, Leslie grew apprehensive again. That could mean any number of things; in this town, all of them bad unless he didn't leave the red-light district in what would've been a venal but perhaps-smart move of his. Somehow though, Leslie thought that he'd not been so lucky or prudent...

"Who are you? Why are you filming? Who are you working for?"
This guy could get a job working for the network back home... Well alright, maybe not at James' own WIBC Channel One anyway since they were fairly within the democratic-leftist spectrum of editorial opinion despite that not affecting hiring policy. The NSF man though would be a shoo-in for Channel Two now, especially once it started carrying time slots for that crazy Tokyonese Juche channel's English broadcasts. Maybe?

"I'm with WIBC, Wagdian International Broadcast Corporation, Channel One; you know in Wagdog? Revolutionary Commonwealth of? I'm sure you've heard of it, or will have soon anyway once you get more friends." Best to be polite; after all, his camera was on the ground in unknown condition and the other guy had the piece in question. James handed over his ID and Press pass as was only per protocol. "I came here with Leslie-Bernadette Velnusche, Correspondent-at-Large with the Tailville District of the Revolution International Herald-Tribune." He suppressed a gulp and fixed the guard carefully. "I heard references to activities peculiar, and I figured I should investigate to do my job here in terms of discovering Soryanastan and its' culture in transition. You know; wine, women, song, revolution, and all that? That's what I'm doing here and looking for, if you would so kindly allow of course." He had to hope that asserted enough without angering the guard too much...

"Yes I am," Katie nodded, "I am an Alversian and I think we should talk with them." She was breathing deeply now, Ravanna having completed her work upon her Lover. They walked through peaceful, if not bloody streets, the Alversian troops succeeding in having restored order to the city. They were now marching through like Liberators, heading out to fortify the outskirts of the City in case of any Communist attack.
Katie walked up towards a square in the centre of the city, where the Alversians had set up a temporary HQ. They were led in to where an Alversian Lieutenant Colonel stood staring at a map. He turned and offered a salute,
"I am Lieutenant Colonel Sorenson of the 5th Northern Fusilers," He introduced himself, "May I know who you are?"

Janata took the golden heart shaped locket that hanged around her neck and opened it to reveal the miniature pictures of her parents. She sighed as she gazed upon them - closing the locket when the memories began to pour back into her mind, mocking her with all of the pleasure they contained, telling her she'd never see them again. As she looked outside, she noticed Zamenov and his men marching into the estate while chattering about their plans to contact emigres of the homeland. She sighed again and then turned away from the window with nothing but pain consuming her soul. After a while, a rugged man came to Zhuge and smiled. "Excuse me, son, but can you tell me where Her Highness is? I am Asylov, the commander of what remains of the Royal Guard and I'd like to make sure she is alright."

"She's safe," replied Zhuge as an Imperial Guardian took the post opposite of Zhuge. "She's in her chambers. I suspect she's trying to get some rest," Zhuge pointed to the door which was closed and lead to Janata's quarters. "If you want to, the Imperial Guardians will watch the estate and we'll let your men get some much needed rest,"

~Official Communique~
Office of the President
LEVEL 10 ENCRYPTION

To: All nations currently fighting the NSF
From: President Ingram Hasley, the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

Greetings friends,
One day ago I declared that if tyrant Espar Singhenov did not stand down from power I would intervene on the behalf of the Soryanastani resistance. I have been sent a reply, and Mr. Singhenov has refused to give up power. Cazatanian soldiers are currently preparing to depart for Soryanastan, and the first elements of a DRMC spearhead will be in Soryanastan fighting in less than a week. I wish you and your men a quick victory.

Sincerely,
President Ingram Hasley
~Sic Semper Tyrannis

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Official Greal Statement
Ministry of Foreign Affairs

To: Mr. Espar Singhenov
Encryption Level: None
Subject: Declaration of War

I'm afraid we cannot stand by as countless atrocities are committed on the innocent people of Soryanastan. The Imperial Republic of Greal hereby declares its support for the Soryanastani resistance against NSF.

Signed,

Martin Watson
President of Greal
Imperial Republic of Greal

"She's safe," replied Zhuge as an Imperial Guardian took the post opposite of Zhuge. "She's in her chambers. I suspect she's trying to get some rest," Zhuge pointed to the door which was closed and lead to Janata's quarters. "If you want to, the Imperial Guardians will watch the estate and we'll let your men get some much needed rest,"

Asylov nodded. "It would be appreciated if you could tell her that the Government-in-Exile has instructed me to alert her that she is officially the Queen of Soryanastan by right of law and blood - there'll be a regent for her until she's of age."

Then he walked away with a smile.

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Official Greal Statement
Ministry of Foreign Affairs

To: Mr. Espar Singhenov
Encryption Level: None
Subject: Declaration of War

I'm afraid we cannot stand by as countless atrocities are committed on the innocent people of Soryanastan. The Imperial Republic of Greal hereby declares its support for the Soryanastani resistance against NSF.

Signed,

Martin Watson
President of Greal
Imperial Republic of Greal

From: Espar Singhenov
To: Martin Watson
Subject: Declaration of War

We shall never surrender to you, President, and we shall fight with everything we posess to secure the ultimate victory of the Revolution.

Signed,
Espar Singhenov,
Leader of the Soryana Revolution

"There's something odd going on," started a voice from the ceiling as Zhuge watched the man leave while a creature landed on his legs looking around. "Why inform someone that they're already queen when they know by nature they are?" asked the Black Imperial Guardian as the Imperial Guardian welcomed the newly arrival as if they were brothers.

"Tai, maybe there's more to this than meets the eye," replied Zhuge. "We'll tell her when she wakes up from her rest. She needs to sleep, Tai, move with the shadows and see if you can find something about them," finished Zhuge as Tai (Black Imperial Guardian) vanished into the shadows and quietly slipped through the estate.

"Tai, maybe there's more to this than meets the eye," replied Zhuge. "We'll tell her when she wakes up from her rest. She needs to sleep, Tai, move with the shadows and see if you can find something about them," finished Zhuge as Tai (Black Imperial Guardian) vanished into the shadows and quietly slipped through the estate.

Zamenov and the seventy five men he had brought with him to Lynion convened a meeting at the estate in Lynion to discuss their plans for the eventual restoration of the constitutional monarchy they had cherished. Standing tall amidst the loyalists to the old order of things, Zamenov began to speak while Janata, the Adolescent Queen, stayed in her room. "It is the sole objective of this government to restore our control over Soryanastan and to destroy the Communist plague which continues to consume our beloved nation. It is our desire to bring liberty and freedom back to the masses and to secure a future for Soryana children."

Zamenov smiled as the others cheered wildly with their patriotic slogans and their saluting of their nation's old flag that was hanging behind him. "Her Majesty shall be restored to the time honored throne of her forefathers from which she shall help us guide the people to a golden age of prosperity and freedom from the barbaric indignities of our enemies. All of us here have sworn our utmost loyalty to the Monarchy and Parliament - it is our patriotic duty as citizens of Soryanastan to serve both equally...."

While Zamenov was speaking to the others, Janata walked outside to look for Zhuge because she was desiring some food after not eating for a while. "Zhuge, are you there?"

"Always here," replied Zhuge as he and the Imperial Guardian were keeping an eye on the door to her chambers. "Is there something I can do for you?"

"Always here," replied Zhuge as he and the Imperial Guardian were keeping an eye on the door to her chambers. "Is there something I can do for you?"

"Can you get me some food? I am feeling quite hungry and, as well, thirsty."

After pushing forward for over 30 hours the 87th regiment was finally given permission to rest. While slaves began digging trenches the tanks were supposed to be driven out of sight, but their crews just fell asleep instantly upon receiving their orders. While the others were resting, Amanda wasn't able to sleep, mostly because as Lieutenant she had been able to sleep after leaving Orvas. She was sitting on the turret of her tank, going through the attack in her head and staring into nothingness.

DRN Firestarter, Cazatanian Navy Eagle Class Carrier
3rd Marine Expeditionary Unit
Carrier Flight Deck
1,900 Kilometers away from Soryanastan

The Firestarter's deck was crowded with MV-44A tilt rotors and a 300 man contingent of Marines who were waiting for their battalion Reverend to speak. The men stood in perfect uniformity, wearing their full combat gear with their weapons slung over their backs and their arms at their sides. The Reverend, who was in his early thirties and a veteran of two wars in Greal, paced in front of his men twice before stopping in front of them. He turned his head, looking at the front row.

"Warriors of Cazatania and Jesus Christ our Lord, today we are given the honor of battle. But today, my sons we are fighting an enemy so sinful and impure that they are willing to rape, murder and torture children, who have had their youthful innocence stolen from them by a heartless, faithless communist despot who only seeks to pursue his own evil goals rather than those of his people and those of God. Men like these are the enemies of liberty and faith as a whole. Tyrant Singhenov's revolution is a lie, yet he continues to perpetuate his fabrications in a sad attempt to convert his people into mindless slaves. The people of Soryanastan should not be treated as expendable puppets by their leader. Warriors of Cazatania, I have no doubt that you will defeat the NSF and secure liberty for the oppressed masses of Soryanastan!" Spoke the Reverend. The Marines replied with cries of "Sic Semper Tyrannis!" and "Liberty or Death!".

"Marines, dismissed. God bless you and God bless Cazatania." Said the Reverend as the men dispersed into different parts of the ship.

"Go get yourself something to eat as well. I'll take watch," offered the Imperial Guardian as Zhuge nodded his head. Tai was taking watch on the roof tops and scanned the grounds for the Imperial Guardians. Zhuge eventually found the kitchen and found some food and a drink for the queen. It didn't feel strange actting as a bodyguard as many of the Royal Family members somtimes actted as bodyguards to others. Zhuge eventually returned to the chambers and quietly knocked on the door.

"Janata, I have something for you," started Zhuge as the Imperial Guardian took a loaf of bread off the tray for the pair to nibble on.

OOC: I'll start Lynion's deployment tomorrow.

Etar nodded his head. "I am pretty sure that many citizens are left under the city to bear the burden of Communist oppression and, as we speak, they could be being beaten or being given a far worse punishment simply for not heeding the call of their Revolution. Believe me, friend, I've seen it all. Once we gain Lokkan, the people will rule it independently from the nation until Her Highness and the men who went with her return to retake control. I will not rest until Crown and Parliament are both restored."

"Rest assured, the Queen and her people are safe. Our command picked up their signal near a vessel from Lynion" Blake told him "I hold great faith in the Lynionites. They will keep her safe"

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Meanwhile...

An incoming message was trying to get through at the Vamperial Order HQ on Lynscert Island...

"Janata, I have something for you," started Zhuge as the Imperial Guardian took a loaf of bread off the tray for the pair to nibble on.

"What do you have for me, Zhuge?" Janata said as she reached for a piece of bread.

"Just an Irish Stew the cook has made, some cordial and some bread," replied Zhuge. "I hope you enjoy it,"


Meanwhile
Vamperial Temple, Lynscert Island

"So then its argeed," started Woff as everyone had nodded their heads. "Vamperial Master Rommel will take a combined army corp and start the landings at Soryanastan. Meanwhile Vamperial Master Mace will take two squads of Lynion Assassin's and scout on ahead for a landing, make contact with the resistance and find a landing zone," finished Woff as the holograms of Rommel and Mace nodded with the upcoming mission. "Two corps will be reinforcing Rommel's Corps once he makes a landing. We'll be restoring the monarchy and after the war is over, acting as Peace-Keepers," concluded Woff as the meeting was in session.

Woff wondered out into the hallways as he watched a partol of sentry droids and Vamperial Guardians make a change of the guards. It was shortly noted when a runner entered the hallways and came to Woff. Maybe Rathma is requesting reinforcements this time.

"Sir, we got an incoming transmission," started the runner. "The source is Ustio North,"

"I'll take it," replied Woff as the pair entered the Comm Centre. "Hold on, its an incoming message. Let it come through,"

Greali Naval Armada Approaching Soryanastan

It was settled. The military authorized as many of five hundred thousand soldiers for the invasion in support of the Soryanastani resistance. The Greali naval fleet made up of hundreds of vessels and was concentrated on the flank of the Catazanian naval armada. Greali general Hawkins grimly prepared his men for what laid ahead. First his army would need all the information they could find on the NFS. The Greali military sent a heavily encrypted message to the anti-NFS forces for all the intelligence they had on the enemy.

Meanwhile
Vamperial Temple, Lynscert Island

"Sir, we got an incoming transmission," started the runner. "The source is Ustio North,"

"I'll take it," replied Woff as the pair entered the Comm Centre. "Hold on, its an incoming message. Let it come through,"

The screen in front of Woff opened up and a face he would have known appeared on it

"Hello Woff" Merlin said

DRN Firestarter, Cazatanian Navy Eagle Class Carrier
3rd Marine Expeditionary Unit
Carrier Armory
200 Kilometers away from Soryanastan

"All 8th Division marines, once you have gathered your equipment from the armory proceed to the flight deck and board your company's Pegasus."

Norman Scheitze had just finished tying the last knot on his left boot in the locker room. Soldiers who had readied themselves early rushed pass him with their G9s pressed to their Kevlar chestplates in a single file line. He watched them pass by as he grabbed his combat helmet and stood up and headed for the armory. Norman walked over to his locker and opened it up; grabbing his P270A and holstering it before taking his G9 out of the locker. He checked the action to make sure that he didn't leave a round in the chamber last time he was at the range; the action was clear and the magazine was empty. He tossed the empty magazine back into the locker and searched around for loaded ones, finding six fully loaded clips of 7.94mm. He stuffed them in his uniform ammunition packets along with two pistol magazines he found. Norman shouldered his rifle and picked up his helmet. As soon as he put it on he turned off the gas mask feature and headed towards the stairs that lead up to the flight deck.

After what would be a tiring stair climb for a civilian, Norman ran towards his company's Pegasus tilt rotor.
'Christ, those things are massive.' he thought.
The rest of his company was already on the transport except for Private Malarkey and PFC Freeman. He walked around the 40mm AGL mounted on the ramp of the vehicle and found a seat. It took the two missing soldiers about a minute to show up.
"Okay you motherfuckers, this is it. We are the first elements of a joint strike force between us than the Grealies. Our objective is to secure a LZ near the northernmost city. We will be rappelling into combat, something the marines have not done since we fucked up the Red Skull." barked the company officer.
"Check your weapons! Lock and load!" yelled Platoon Zeus's quartermaster, who was sporting ammo belts of 7.94mm ARAM-H as if he were Rambo. The pilot called to the officer "We're moving out! Tell your men!" the officer nodded and acknowledged "Okay boys, here we go!"

The five transports on the carrier lifted off vertically before switching their props to forward flight. Norman unslung his rifle and loaded a magazine, pulling back the cocking mechanism with ease. He smiled at the fact that he would see combat again and would feel the satisfaction of liberating a nation. He checked his watch. It was 5:01 AM, and the sun was just rising. There wasn't much intel about what the NSF had in terms of anti-air. For all he knew they could be either flying into clear skies or into a cloud of missiles and bullets. Their arrival time was intended to be 5:25 AM, and they were 20 minutes from the coast.

"Hello Merlin," replied Woff. "What can I do for you?"

"Hello Merlin," replied Woff. "What can I do for you?"

"I understand you rescued the Soryanastani Royal Family earlier" he said to Woff "If you are sending military support, which I guess you are, then a detachment of Sentinels led by Major Blake will be only too happy to support you. They are currently assembling for an assault on communist forces at Lokkan. I regret that I won't be joining you for this one, but I am currently needed for a mission in the Grand World Order"

"Just an Irish Stew the cook has made, some cordial and some bread," replied Zhuge. "I hope you enjoy it,"

Janata smiled. "It would be nice to partake in the Irish Stew. Thank you for your gift. You've been really nice to me so far and I really appreciate all of it."

Miss Radvones was the newscaster millions of citizens would watch whenever it was time for their daily dose of semi-xenophobic propaganda or whenever it was ordained that the people ought to know about the foreign reactionaries aiming to reinstitute the capitalist complex that the Revolution had abolished. Looking at Miss Radvones, one would think that it was too bad she was a Communist since she looked so gorgeous on the television. The truth was, though, that she was only doing this work because she needed the money and that she wasn't a Communist at all. Needless to say, she spoke passionately about the invading forces as if she had been one - as if she wasn't just feigning it to please her superiors. "It is the duty of every citizen to wage war against the invaders for the sake of our motherland. All citizens must push the foreigners back into the ocean."

As the voluptuous Radvones continued to speak in praise of the war effort, the Association for the Liberation of Soryanastan was conducting its own operations independent of the Government-in-Exile which had only recently began funding supportive partisan groups which were already seizing control of towns and villages. The Communists decided to group them all as a singular enemy bent on crushing the precious Revolution and, since she was the Voice of the Party in the eyes of the citizens, it was only fitting that she should talk about it on the news. Radvones lived in the city of Olyan and was quite concerned for her safety in the chaos of Soryanastan. She knew that it'd be hard to convince the foreigners and anti-Communists that she was never a Communist. She prayed that she would be able to convince all of them.

There were several villages and small towns that laid on the roads leading to the capital with many of them being filled with Communist soldiers in case the foreigners had reached that far in their campaigns. The Government-in-Exile, having predicted such tactics, decided that they would focus their agents around such areas. As the men of Lynion were meeting, Zamenov sent to them a young general who they hoped would lead a Government-in-Exile army into Soryanastan. His name was Pero Lamin. Lamin, the son of a local aristocrat of the old regime had been designated as the leader of whatever soldiers the Government-in-Exile could command. Lamin, when he came to face them, began like this: "Friends of Soryanastan, I have been instructed to lead an army of Soryana citizens in an attack on our homeland which, as you all know, is currently occupied by the Communists. We know that refugees have settled in Lynion - I ask you to let me enlist some of them in the formation of an armed force which, with your support, will surely achieve its goals."

The Puritanian forces were greeted with sporadic Communist attacks as they traveled but eventually they had come up to a partisan nest where they were greeted by partisans who wanted to know which side they supported. Sarah Singhenov - a Brynesian woman who had married the Soryana Communists' leader - was seen giving speeches to the women of Soryanastan in hopes that they would enthusiastically fight alongside the men for the Revolution. It was also rumored that she was pregnant with a child but it hadn't been confirmed.

Ravana looked at the Alversian commanders and smiled. "I am Ravana Charka, an agent of the Old Regime of Soryanastan with her little band of soldiers and my Alversian friend, Katie Miller, who has been quite helpful. We are glad to see that Alversia has supported our cause."

Thus ends another day or so in Soryanastan.

"Think nothing of it," The Lieutenant Commander nodded in approval, "We're just glad to be here. We won't be advancing any further but we have air support moving in to the airfield to hit at Communist Targets. Nice to meet you Miss Miller" He offered a polite bow before looking over at his own troops, "Time to finish deployment to the perimeter. We don't plan on advancing and the Communists are in no condition to attack. If you want to get into the fight Ma'am," he was talking to Ravanna again, then I suggest that you try to join one of the other Nations moving through the country."

"Think nothing of it," The Lieutenant Commander nodded in approval, "We're just glad to be here. We won't be advancing any further but we have air support moving in to the airfield to hit at Communist Targets. Nice to meet you Miss Miller" He offered a polite bow before looking over at his own troops, "Time to finish deployment to the perimeter. We don't plan on advancing and the Communists are in no condition to attack. If you want to get into the fight Ma'am," he was talking to Ravanna again, then I suggest that you try to join one of the other Nations moving through the country."

Ravana smiled. "You need not worry about me or my comrades, Lieutenant. I suggest that you work alongside the Saviors since it's highly doubtful that the people of this city want any more conflict and bloodshed. Also, it's good to know you will launching air strikes on the Communists. We need to keep fighting them until they are utterly destroyed. As for myself, I'll stay here for now."

"Rest assured, the Queen and her people are safe. Our command picked up their signal near a vessel from Lynion" Blake told him "I hold great faith in the Lynionites. They will keep her safe"

"Let us hope that is the case."

Vamperial Temple

"Mace is meant to be parachuting into the country within an hours time," started Woff as his attention was required else where. "I hope everything goes well for you Merlin. I need to go, something has arised," finished Woff as he said goodbye and cut the com links off.

OOC: Soryanastan, where did you man go to see about rising an army? Its more likely to be at the Palace because the Vamperial Temple is off limits to Humans.

OOC: Just so everyone knows, I will be away this weekend. I will not be able to post until Sunday night.

OOC: Soryanastan, where did you man go to see about rising an army? Its more likely to be at the Palace because the Vamperial Temple is off limits to Humans.

OOC: It was at the palace.

It was arousing to feel the warm furry finger tracing lines over her flesh but the female commissar seemed to be just focused on the conversation at hand. Her eyes were locked upon Vix's face and her own hand would trace lines upon the fur covered body of the kitsune who had brought her into a strange and unknown Heaven. "It's tough, I'll admit, fighting the reactionaries, but we've got to do what we've got to do for the sake of the Revolution. Only through force can we achieve the vision we want. I firmly believe this, you see, even though I'll admit that....I'm not always in tune with the mercilessness of my colleagues. It doesn't matter that I'm a woman. I get my respect. Anyway, I guess I should get going. Don't want to be late for work. I'd really love to meet you again. I really would."

"Aww," Vix murmured sympathetically, spread out on the bed, bars of golden sunlight falling across her back, rear and tail from the window. "Look for me here next time, honey, I go by Vix." She grinned, easing up onto her knees, and kissed the other, warm, silky lips against the officer's soft pink ones, tail twitching and flicking. "Bye now," she gave a little wave, and once the women had dressed and left she flopped back down, sighing to herself. She'd gotten absolutely nothing of value out of the encounter, and she hadn't even been able assassinate the Communist, not wanting to arouse suspicion. Maybe the next one would be more profitable...but Vix was restless. She needed to be in the thick of things, caught up in the mix, inside enemy lines. She would need to contact Seno as soon as possible, this place and duty wasn't for her, one kitsune here would do fine. When would he be back? She itched to kill something now, suddenly uncomfortable with the intimacy she had shared with the stranger.

He felt his heart crying out for another passionate meeting with Mui, his mind replaying the experiences he had gained from his encounter with that mysterious furry woman, his whole body still laced with the residue of the bliss. This wasn't some one night stand, he thought, it was the beginning of a desire to be with Mui. Again. And again. And again. Had he fallen in love with her? Yes, he thought, that had to be why he couldn't get making love to her out of his mind. It was hooked onto him, he noticed, but he didn't want to forget it. He loved every bit of the experience. Every single bit. As he went back to his house, he made a mental note to look around for Mui in the next couple of days.

As dusk began to stretch her fingers of ruddy light and veiled shadows across the city Mui dressed, at least until the next time. She couldn't get the man out of her head, she ached for him in a way she had never for any other, and she didn't even know his name. She knew she had to see him, she couldn't wait for him to come to her, and even though it was dangerous and she would be deserting her post she didn't care. Possessed by some measure of recklessness she made plans to seek the man out and find out everything about him, she had to have him, and she knew he felt the same. But, in this huge city, how to go about that end?

The Puritanian forces were greeted with sporadic Communist attacks as they traveled but eventually they had come up to a partisan nest where they were greeted by partisans who wanted to know which side they supported.

An officer who'd just woken up noticed the partisans first. He woke up a few of his men and greeted the partisans. "I take it you're not Communists, then. We're here to liberate your nation from the Communists' grip."

As the voluptuous Radvones continued to speak in praise of the war effort, the Association for the Liberation of Soryanastan was conducting its own operations independent of the Government-in-Exile which had only recently began funding supportive partisan groups which were already seizing control of towns and villages. The Communists decided to group them all as a singular enemy bent on crushing the precious Revolution and, since she was the Voice of the Party in the eyes of the citizens, it was only fitting that she should talk about it on the news. Radvones lived in the city of Olyan and was quite concerned for her safety in the chaos of Soryanastan. She knew that it'd be hard to convince the foreigners and anti-Communists that she was never a Communist. She prayed that she would be able to convince all of them.

There were several villages and small towns that laid on the roads leading to the capital with many of them being filled with Communist soldiers in case the foreigners had reached that far in their campaigns. The Government-in-Exile, having predicted such tactics, decided that they would focus their agents around such areas. As the men of Lynion were meeting, Zamenov sent to them a young general who they hoped would lead a Government-in-Exile army into Soryanastan. His name was Pero Lamin. Lamin, the son of a local aristocrat of the old regime had been designated as the leader of whatever soldiers the Government-in-Exile could command. Lamin, when he came to face them, began like this: "Friends of Soryanastan, I have been instructed to lead an army of Soryana citizens in an attack on our homeland which, as you all know, is currently occupied by the Communists. We know that refugees have settled in Lynion - I ask you to let me enlist some of them in the formation of an armed force which, with your support, will surely achieve its goals."




The case of the young general was bought forward before King Taishi Ci, High King Vamp, Grand Vamperial Headmaster Woff and the 12 Council Members of the Vamperial Order and the League of Wolves were present only by holo-coms. Vamp was asked to take the matter personally but he wanted the League, the Order and Taishi Ci to have a say in the matter.

"How do you intend to train you army?" asked the holo-com of Rathma Phoenix. "Another thing, where do you intend to buy the arms, the training facilities and have the experienced men to do this?"

"Aww," Vix murmured sympathetically, spread out on the bed, bars of golden sunlight falling across her back, rear and tail from the window. "Look for me here next time, honey, I go by Vix." She grinned, easing up onto her knees, and kissed the other, warm, silky lips against the officer's soft pink ones, tail twitching and flicking. "Bye now," she gave a little wave, and once the women had dressed and left she flopped back down, sighing to herself. She'd gotten absolutely nothing of value out of the encounter, and she hadn't even been able assassinate the Communist, not wanting to arouse suspicion. Maybe the next one would be more profitable...but Vix was restless. She needed to be in the thick of things, caught up in the mix, inside enemy lines. She would need to contact Seno as soon as possible, this place and duty wasn't for her, one kitsune here would do fine. When would he be back? She itched to kill something now, suddenly uncomfortable with the intimacy she had shared with the stranger.

It had been an annual routine in the eyes of the lead harlot of the brothel that comissars would make their annual visit to her establishment and generally act like drunken assholes towards the women they were to sleep with before they went back to their work. There was a call for all the harlots to assemble together when the first comissars entered the brothel - some of them were drunk and made the women sickingly moan while others seemed calm and sober when talked with. There was a young man among them, who was probably gifted with plenty of information, and he had been given the chance to pick the woman he wanted. He looked over at Vix and smiled. "I'll take this one. Sure, she may be a freak to many of you, but I think she'll be just fine."

The man took Vix by the hand and grinned. "I'm sure we'll have a fine time together, girl. Why don't you take me to our room? I don't need you to do anything but an act or two - I hope you don't mind me being a tad....dominant."

OOC: Vix, you can kill this Communist. He's got plenty of information.


As dusk began to stretch her fingers of ruddy light and veiled shadows across the city Mui dressed, at least until the next time. She couldn't get the man out of her head, she ached for him in a way she had never for any other, and she didn't even know his name. She knew she had to see him, she couldn't wait for him to come to her, and even though it was dangerous and she would be deserting her post she didn't care. Possessed by some measure of recklessness she made plans to seek the man out and find out everything about him, she had to have him, and she knew he felt the same. But, in this huge city, how to go about that end?

As Mui walked around the seemingly empty streets of the city during the calm and warm night, she could hear a man whistling an old tune to himself while throwing out some bags full of garbage into the dumpster which he and the other tenants in his apartment complex had used. He had wanted to throw it all out now for the sake of convenience. Once he was finished, he was about to walk back to his house when he saw Mui walking in the streets. He could recognize her very well amidst the lit streets and, with a smile, he called for her from the dumpsters. "Mui!"

The man smiled. He was quite attached to this strange woman and had guessed that she had to be a foreign agent on a mission to disrupt the Communist government but he couldn't give a damn about any of that. "Mui! Remember me? You can stay over at my place if you need somewhere to stay....I know you aren't from here and chances are that you'll most likely get arrested and probably killed. After they've had their way with you, of course, since these Commies have a horrid track record with women. Come on in! Don't worry about a thing. You'll be safe."

The case of the young general was bought forward before King Taishi Ci, High King Vamp, Grand Vamperial Headmaster Woff and the 12 Council Members of the Vamperial Order and the League of Wolves were present only by holo-coms. Vamp was asked to take the matter personally but he wanted the League, the Order and Taishi Ci to have a say in the matter.

"How do you intend to train you army?" asked the holo-com of Rathma Phoenix. "Another thing, where do you intend to buy the arms, the training facilities and have the experienced men to do this?"

"It would be appreciated if the men of Lynion could help us raise this army - for we would gladly fight alongside men such as yourselves who have done so much for us."

Leslie embraced Nymira closely and spoke, deliberately so as not to trip over what had to be said now or never. "Me too, Nymira; if I may be so bold Mistress. No I'm not leaving too soon, not until I get what I was sent here for with hardly a word prior to the order coming in from my bosses." She soon realized with a hush that more explanation would be proper.

Nymira felt the warm hands of this foreign woman upon her and all she could have done was simply smile and relish the pleasure of the act that she was feeling - embracing the pleasure of simply being with Leslie within her mind, loving that Leslie was the woman she had grown the attachment to, hoping, just perhaps, that she could live with Leslie in peace, in Soryanastan, once the conflict had ended but, that is, only if the Communists had lost. As a former cog in the machine that was the overthrown government, Nymira could just be arrested and executed. As for Leslie, an even worse fate could have been bestowed upon her......Mistress? Nymira couldn't believe she heard Leslie call her that. Mistress. Just like in the days of that lesbian aristocrat.....Mistress. Was Nymira suddenly a Master?

"What were you sent here for, Leslie? Perhaps I can help you find it. I'd be glad, as well, if you were to stay here with me.....but, even if you were to leave Soryanastan, I could always follow you."

"As for them, I'm on a joint assignment from my employers at the Tailville DR International Herald-Tribune and Wagdian International Broadcasting Corporation to cover the situation since the NSF takeover; especially the reports of abuses against the people by them. My government may have been born communist, but not of their sort if you pardon how that might make me seem to be arguing, and it still remains relatively leftist even now after the Reds-proper rolled bad dice for themselves seven years ago and lost dominance. But we call it like we see it, which for now isn't looking good at all, and I'm the eyes here (so to speak) charged with getting that word out ma'am." God! She sounded like some sort of Committee of Public Safety agent already...

Nymira nodded. "I was once a government minister or something similar to that long before the Revolution began and, yes, I've always been a lesbian. I haven't been one of those lesbians who sits around and struggles with the truth about herself but, rather, I bask in the knowledge that I can fully accept what I am and enjoy every moment of it as I have over the years. Don't think, though, that I've been in and out of the beds of the harlots who work for me because I haven't been. In fact, the last affair I've had was back years ago but it's not really worthy right now of being spoken about. I'm not surprised to see that you're a journalist since I pretty much suspected you were from the beginning when we first met. I'm still relishing that we even made love last night because I hadn't expected to be making love to anyone who came into the brothel, customer or not, but I don't regret it. I loved, and still love, every single moment of it. Every minute. Every act."


"He's not back!" Leslie was genuinely shocked; well, she had been out cold so perhaps not so surprising a prospect as at first. Back to her... Mistress, yes. "I've been with other women yes, plenty actually; as far as I've known I've always had this preference." Leslie remembered the day she'd stood terrified before her mother, a mere teenager, before getting 'the talk' that explained while Gertrude couldn't approve of Leslie's orientation on her own all the same the mother in her couldn't ethically forbid it either so long as Leslie conducted herself like a proper woman whoever she was courting or not. "None of them were keepers though; I've had many breakups, all painful. In fact, Mistress, I was usually the one to be dumped by them first." Leslie showed a few tears there, brushing that annoying raven-shaded bang of hair out of her eye again. "And I don't want to do that to you; so yes, I believe I'll stay a while."

Nymira grinned. "From what you were like last night, Leslie, one would certainly not hesitate to call you a lesbian or at least a bisexual. I'm pretty sure that you've had plenty of experience and, indeed, it's been proven that you've had it - of course, I've proven to you that I've got a lot of it myself and, indeed, I could go on to tell you all about the affairs I've had since my first in my college years. Leslie, I'm not going to lie to you. I'm very attracted to you. You could just end up calling it love. No matter what it is, I don't want it to be broken. Maybe it's just love at first sight."

Nymira goosed Leslie there for a moment and squeezed, tightly but pleasurably, for a brief moment and then withdrew her hand with a sly smile upon her face: "Leslie, you can stay here as long as you want. Don't worry about your companion. I'm sure he'll be back soon....."

"As long as he uses his head." Nymira uttered to herself.

Thinking of James' absence as she hugged Nymira tightly, Leslie grew apprehensive again. That could mean any number of things; in this town, all of them bad unless he didn't leave the red-light district in what would've been a venal but perhaps-smart move of his. Somehow though, Leslie thought that he'd not been so lucky or prudent...

Nymira held onto Leslie and whispered into her ear like a mother would to her child. "If you like, we could have another round or we could just let our tongues dance - it's best if we wait here for James....two women out there in the streets is begging for an attack by the comissars....and we couldn't let a girl like you get hurt now could we?"

"I'm with WIBC, Wagdian International Broadcast Corporation, Channel One; you know in Wagdog? Revolutionary Commonwealth of? I'm sure you've heard of it, or will have soon anyway once you get more friends." Best to be polite; after all, his camera was on the ground in unknown condition and the other guy had the piece in question. James handed over his ID and Press pass as was only per protocol. "I came here with Leslie-Bernadette Velnusche, Correspondent-at-Large with the Tailville District of the Revolution International Herald-Tribune." He suppressed a gulp and fixed the guard carefully. "I heard references to activities peculiar, and I figured I should investigate to do my job here in terms of discovering Soryanastan and its' culture in transition. You know; wine, women, song, revolution, and all that? That's what I'm doing here and looking for, if you would so kindly allow of course." He had to hope that asserted enough without angering the guard too much...

"You are going to give us that camera or else we'll have to take it from you. Unfortunately we cannot trust people like you with such things, fearing you'll do nothing but encourage attacks upon us, and so we're going to make ourselves clear to you. Surrender the camera or we will have to take it from you...and you really wouldn't want us to do that. Oh, yes, I'm pretty sure you wouldn't want that."

bumped.

"How do you intend to re-pay us?" Lancaster Kidd asked as he was the Directator for the Economy in Lynion. "I'm sure the military will aid you but I'm curious about how you intend to re-pay us,"

"How do you intend to re-pay us?" Lancaster Kidd asked as he was the Directator for the Economy in Lynion. "I'm sure the military will aid you but I'm curious about how you intend to re-pay us,"

"Once our nation has been liberated, we would gladly grant trading concessions to nations such as Lynion for all they have done in supporting our cause."