NationStates Jolt Archive

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A bit of info, The Technocratic Empire of Kromgan (TEK) is made up, it is not a Real NS nation it was invented for this RP however if all goes to plan I will be using it in future RPs. Anyway, a bit about it, it is an ultramodern [PMT/Far PMT in a MT world] but tiny nation, the entire country is literally one megalopolis that is divided into sectors. The country is a Technocratic Dictatorship.)

Evil, in many cultures, is a broad term used to describe intentional negative moral acts or thoughts that are cruel, unjust or selfish.
~Evil, Wikipedia definition

Main TEK Scientific Research Labs Sector V, Kromgan

It was raining in Kromgan, but then, this was not so unusual and it was not as if rain would get in the way of what was about to happen. Doctor Jacob Stein, Chief Scientist at the TEK Scientific institute and Absolute Ruler of this small country watched the many lights of the huge sprawling megalopolis in an almost hypnotised trance in a while he would put his plan into action.
“We're ready for you to open communications”
He tore his gaze from the window and turned to face the speaker, a young woman.
“Hmmm, good I shall do that then” He laughed slightly and followed the woman down the hall, their footsteps echoing slightly as they passed door after door eventually stopping in front of a set which looked just like all the others. Stepping in front of the door a holographic display lit up and after he typed in an access code and had his iris scanned the door swung open and he stepped into the room. Barley glancing at the vast array of monitors, controls and lights he strode towards the largest of the computers and after taking a breath and savouring the moment, a moment that would go down in history, he thought, he began to type. Hijacking the systems of other nations was so easy when you had technology like you do in the Technocratic Empire.

***

Ministries office, CA Aquaria, Fictions

Down in the streets, only just audible was the sounds of yet another protest. Since the Anagonians had started their latest project, the building of a Nuclear weapons facility, there had been nothing but outrage from the public and for once Nita almost found herself half wanting to listen to the voice of the people as she was not too happy with it herself. Perhaps she would bring it up with the Lord Havok when he arrived which should be soon. The sound of sporadic gunfire drifted up to her window signalling that either the riot police had arrived or the protest had turned bad, it was so hard to tell sometimes sighing she stood up and closed the window, shutting out the sound. A crackle from the call box on her desk.
“The Lord Havok is here to see you Ma'am”
“Well, you'd better send him up then” She shook her head, knowing business ethics in Fictions he had probably been waiting at least five minutes, of course you don't get quite such long waits in government as you do elsewhere so there was a chance that he had not been waiting too long. A moment later a knock at the door and an aide entered, accompanied by the now familiar figure of Lord Havok whom had, she noticed, opted for a more convenient suit as oppose to the armour he had worn when she had first met him. She beamed and stood up offering a hand which he accepted.
“It's good to meet you again”
“And you Lady”
“Would you like a drink before we start?”
“Yes, Thank you, I couldn't help noticing there was some sort of protest when I arrived”
She nodded, and poured to glasses, setting them down before speaking
“Yes, we been having a lot of them, people are not happy about the weapons facility and---”
She stared, frowning slightly at the telescreen that hung on the wall which had turned on by itself and was displaying static
“What the...?” She made to press the button for the call box but the static cleared and instead showed a rather unimpressive old man with short grey hair and round, thin-framed glasses.
“This working? Right, well, ahem. I am Doctor Jacob Stein, chief Scientist at the TEK Scientific Institute and Ruler of Kromgan, and I--”
“Hold up there” Nita tried to keep the indignation out of her voice without much success, all right maybe meetings often got interrupted but this was ridiculous “How dare you interrupt this meeting”
The man seemed to falter a moment as though not used to being shouted at by a woman but quickly regained composure
“As I was saying, I am going to offer you a choice, either both of you surrender your nations to us or face obliteration”
Nita could not believe this, what on earth was this...person talking about, she had never heard of 'Kromgan' and could not think why they would be declaring war in such a way, beside her Havok spoke
"We will never surrender to a madman's demands."
“Never surrender you say?” He old man laughed, it was an odd laugh, more like a high pitched giggle than anything else “I think you will be singing a different tune pretty soon” The screen went black for a fraction of a second before showing an Arial view of the newly rebuilt chief governors mansion in Anagonia, for a moment that was all they could see then out of nowhere a brilliant beam of light hit the building causing it to explode in a great fireball, sending fire and rubble everywhere. The screen went black again and the old man reappeared.
“You have 12 hours” The screen went black, this time for good
Nita continued to state at the screen her mind numb, was that.... Real? She did not know whether to be horrified or impressed, part of her didn't even believe it had happened....

***

Back in his lab Dr Stein leaned back in his chair and laughed, oh yes they would give in they had to! And if they did not, well, they would feel the full force of Kromgan technology. They were but a small step though, first the nations of the so called “Anagonian Confederation” then the world!

Union City - United Republic of Anagonia

Caster Oblivion was enjoying a relaxing day. So far no issue from the world had come to his office that needed the concern of the military, nor did any concern come before him that heeded a diplomatic response. Sitting in the newly rebuild Chief Governor's Office, the padded chair against his back and his feet propped upon the oak desk, he sighed in contentment. Sipping at some tea he believed he could get used to this, especially on the off days. Usually the Governor's under him controlled the issues of the nation and observed the situations of the world. Like Havok Agamemnon, whom was currently overseeing a nuclear weapons facility being constructed in Fictions. Most importantly like the Grand Senate, which was currently in sessions to discuss some monetary funding issues that would conflict in the future if not resolved quickly.

The sky outside his window seemed to brighten, Caster standing from his desk and walking towards the door to the deck. He opened the sliding-glass door and looked upward, seeing a beam of light come down from the heavens a few feet away. Curious, he saw one of the Guardsmen running towards him screaming for him to get down. This was odd indeed, looking up he saw a solid beam come downwards. Then the realization hit him. This was no act of nature, this was an attack. He watched in what seemed to be slow motion as the beam struck the ground, melting it instantly and expanding in a huge fireball. The fireball neared the edge of the deck, destroying the tree's in the courtyard and everything therein. Stopping just at the edge of the patio for a few brief moments as the Guardsmen reached him and started to push him down. It was too late though, and he knew it.

Caster sighed, reaching out and touching the fireball. Time seemed to halt for this finite moment, he tilting his head as he felt no pain. "Perhaps we should have never surrendered in the first place," he said softly to himself.

Above the Capital

The fireball struck the courtyard of the Chief Governor's Mansion, exploding outward as a crater formed from the intense heat of the beam weapon being fired from space. The ground molten, expanding quickly to collapse into a pool of lava and whatever melted by the extreme temperatures. The Mansion itself was destroyed instantly, the fireball expanding to the Grand Senate and consuming it. It continued to expand for ten miles, the ground a molten wasteland for four miles of that, and over two million souls dying instantly from the attack. From space, it looked like a meteor had just struck without warning. The entire area scarred, barren, and now lifeless.

Fictions - Ministries Office

Havok set down the PAD on the table and stared blankly at the empty screen. A government office in his nation had contacted him about the event, giving him the most shocking news of his entire life. His body trembled in anger as he tried to contain himself. Two times already had the leaders of his beloved nation been killed, both times by terrorism of some sort. The first time had resulted in a world war, but this time it was completely different. One man, one madman, had used some kind of super laser to destroy ten miles of fertile land and leave it lifeless and barren.

He slowly turned his head to Nita, his jaws shaking with the effort to speak. With a gulp, he managed. "The United Republic of Anagonia does not exist no more," he said slowly. "The Chief Governor, all of the chain of command, all of the senate, and all of the government had been killed in one single attack." He slowly gazed back at the windscreen, "And now I'm all that's left."

He twitched oddly, laughing somewhat insanely. "Funny how the Premier of Nodea Rudav happened to be visiting the Chief Governor's Mansion today." He chuckled, eyes shooting out like a madman. "It's all gone, all of it!"

He set his head on the table and wrapped his arms around his head. It looked like he was sobbing, his shoulders heaving and the sounds coming from him quite depressing. After a moment he raised himself, straightening his outfit as he gazed at Nita, "I apologize M'Lady," he whipped a hand at both eyes to get the moisture away, "I really should contain myself." He smiled, gazing down. "The terrorists win. They killed our leadership not once, but twice. And this time, there is no going back to the way things were." He gazed at her, "As of right now I'm default leader."

CA Aquaria

"The terrorists win. They killed our leadership not once, but twice. And this time, there is no going back to the way things were." He gazed at her, "As of right now I'm default leader."
Nita shook her head, unable to speak, there was so much that she wanted to say but couldn't find her voice, too many dead, some of them her own people. She was caught in a spell of dizziness and sat down, it was like Espias all over again. Espias.
“N-no” she took a breath, trying to think straight “No, It's not over there's still...” She stopped, no, she could not suggest such a thing, it went against every instinct, every part of her was telling her that what she was thinking was not the answer. She thought of what she had seen just seconds ago, she thought of those that had died. How easily that attack could have been against Fictions, could have happened on Fictions soil, and it would if this madman was not stopped. It would be Espias all over again. She felt a flare of anger so intense it overcame the sadness and uncertainty. She could not let that happen, she would not let that happen. She pressed the button on the call box and when she spoke there was ice in her voice and her tone made it quite certain that the person on the other end of the line had better not think of disobeying.
“Get me everything you can find on a country called Kromgan.” Not waiting for a reply she turned towards Havok, there was fire in her eyes.
“This cannot happen again. We have to strike them back, show that we are not to be messed with, and I don't care if we have to kill every last citizen of the goddamned country.” If they even dared to think of launching an attack like that against Fictions she would see to it that not a soul remained and that their land was dead.

***

Kromgan

Dr Stein drummed his fingers on the control panel impatiently, why had he given them 12 hours? That was far too long! Well, Whatever, He stood up and stretched, he would go for a walk then maybe um... Experiment with lasers? Well, he would do something, to pass the time. He had seen the reports on the damage his little display had caused. It was beautiful really and the best bit was those two would have no choice but to give in! He felt invincible, On top of the world, a world that would be his. He laughed and walked out of the room, he would return in 12 hours, by that time they would surely be ready to hand over their countries.

CA Aquaria

"No," said Havok as he stood and looked at the screen. His voice faltered somewhat, "I have a better response to this madness."

Grasping his PAD, he started to get on the line with whomever was left alive. Managing to gain contact with a high ranking military official Havok conveyed his current status as default leader and spoke in an odd language as he gave mysterious orders. After several minutes he set the PAD down, placing it into his coat pocket as he looked at Nita. "My response is more...apocalyptic." His eye's gleamed with insanity.

Imperial Military Headquarters - City of Imperius - Anagonian province of Drekamythia

Lord General Rufus Augustus gazed at the large set of screens at the fore of the command room. They encompassed the circular wall from right to left showing all military assets currently deployed outside of Anagonia and within the nation. Red dots blinked across the nation signaling the object of his attention, a few blinking at sea in international waters both near and far. His ceremonial armor rattled as he considered the consequences of what he was about to do, remembering the reports of the deaths of every leading official in the chain of command earlier in Union City. It was a horrible blow to him, bu one deserving of this?

He looked around him as thousands scurried about their business in likewise armor, which was the official uniform of the Imperial Military. They each had the same question on their mind. Some jumping to the conclusion that it was while others held their breath. Rufus shook his head. As of this moment he was in command of the entire military structure of the United Republic, the Chief General having disappeared recently and thus unable to accomplish his tasks. Before him was a screen with a red symbol roughly translating to "doom". He was commanded to press it by his Leader, his Lord Emperor, his Chief Governor. Something held him back, almost like a warning of what would happen. Slowly raising his hand, extending his finger, he hesitated again.

Taking a deep breath, he pressed it. The entire room went to battle ready, the screens switch to both orbital views and ground views of the nuclear and orbital assets. The command was given and repeated several times before any action took place, finally the view of the Nuclear Missiles launching from their silo's and reports from sea that the nuclear-missile submarines had launched their payloads. All eye's turned to the orbital screen as the missiles were tracked, one by one, slowly arching towards a small island.

Kromgan

Doctor Jacob Stein sat back in a reclined position in his Overlord Chair, observing the plight he had cast upon the United Republic. They were merely a test subject for his ultimate goal, world domination. If he could destroy them with his newly constructed technology, surely others would fall to his might and will. He cackled, standing and pacing his private chambers. Before him a screen showing the world as humanity knew it with every nation ripe for the plucking for his small but mighty empire.

Fifty years ago he had come to this desolate island and found millions of pathetic slaves for the picking. Through brutal iron fist methods, he formed his empire upon the blood and sweat of those that lived here first. They were forced to submit to his will, eventually understanding there was no hope for them. Everyone else would eventually too. This island was perfect, it was his utopia. HE had built it, HE had dreamed it, and HE had constructed a metropolis upon its soil. Nothing would stand in his way now, all that was needed was the surrender of his first tar-

"ALERT - INCOMING HOSTILE TARGETS"

Jacob jumped at the automated message, gazing at the screen for details and realizing just how many hostiles there was to worry about. The computer identified them as nuclear missiles, he raising an eyebrow. So the Anagonian's did have a backbone after all, eh? It seemed he would have to break it!

"Computer! Destroy those pathetic weapons of the stone-age!" He roared. "By your Will, Dr. Stein. the computer replied immediately.

The screen switched to the view of the Super Laser constructed on his island. It raised from beneath the earth, the two solid doors opening upwards and sending hapless thousands of innocents to their deaths. It was just as he imaged it, born by blood! He cackled as he witness the laser charge, covering his eyes as it fired and destroyed the thousands of nuclear missiles in one shot. It was perfect. He laughed with much evil in his voice, raising his hands in victory, then pointing at the screen.

"Patch me through to their command center, NOW!"

Imperial Military Headquarters - City of Imperius - Anagonian province of Drekamythia

Rufus stood dumbfounded as one by one his missiles disappeared. Various sources within the command center reported that laser fire had been detected and that it was destroying the missiles in perfect order. He slammed his fist upon the console before him, cursing as he spouted, "Target the Ion Cann-"

But before he could finish giving his order, all screens in the command center turned to a face hidden by darkness. One eye shown through the shadows glowing red, gazing at all in the command center. Rudus felt a chill go down his spine as he recalled something similar to this long ago. The figure came forward, exposing a slightly bald head with gray hair surrounding. An elderly expression and oval glasses, hands behind a perfectly formed body, and an outfit to match a mad doctor. The man seemed angry.

"My name is of no importance," said the figure, "as you shall know me as death soon enough." He cackled, "In either condition, you have not surrendered and therefore I must destroy you." The man grinned, "With your own weapons."

The screen went blank, returning to normal a second later in Ion Cannon format. He gazed around, petrified, yelling for information. No one could make sense of why the orbital ion cannons were targeting Anagonian cities, which was restricted due to a built in fail-safe. None of them self-detonated, all of them registering a power up. Rufus' eye's darted to each satellites description, stopping on the last one. "No," he said almost a whisper, "Not us too."

Orbit above Anagonia

Three Ion Cannons had transformed from their skylab configuration into long-cannoned behemoths in mere minutes. The blue guiding light shining down upon cities that had been targeted. The orb of energy at the end of the cannon suddenly brightening as the weapon of mass destruction fired upon it's creators. Below, the beams struck. The blasts triggered a shock-wave similar to a nuclear blast, except a hundred times more destructive. You could literally see how each city was obliterated in mere seconds, the epicenter forming a deep crater of molten lava as the outer edges of the blast zone continued to wipe out the land for hundreds of miles. It would have been a truly awesome sight, had it been upon an enemy.

Instead, hundreds of millions of Anagonians suddenly vanished in death in destruction. The cities of New Moscow, Imperius, and Union destroyed beyond recognition. Every official, everyone possible to thwart anarchy was gone. Now the United Republic was truly no more, only in the hearts and minds of the shocked and terrified citizens whom feared for their very lives.

CA Aquaria

Havok collapsed onto his knees, his expression of shock as the PAD rattled in his hand. His mouth gaping as he whispered denial to the report. An Admiral at sea, the last high ranking military official in existence under the flag of the United Republic, had reported to apocalyptic news. Missiles were fired and destroyed by some red beam of light. Minutes later three beams of light which he identified as ion cannon fire obliterated the landscape of the motherland. The nearest city, which the Admiral had desired to port his carrier fleet into, was destroyed by the blast wave which he assumed to have struck Union. Various other sources reported the same event as whatever was left of satellite imagery confirmed the destruction and cause of said destruction.

Slowly placing his hands on his face, he started to sob uncontrollably. Millions upon millions of innocent men, women, and children had been killed by a madman. He had brought their deaths by doing the only thing possible, by defending his nations interest against terrorism. He had sealed their fates. He looked upwards at the ceiling and released a soul-crushing cry of anguish. His nation, his people, were in anarchy and literally gone. Only the military remained together, somehow, by some miracle, but then they still were no use! He slammed his fists against the ground as he curled upon himself, cursing his existence as he ignored Nita all-together.

Aquaria

A country in ashes, that is what had become of Anagonia but Nita felt no sadness or anger, only some terrible way she felt relief, better them than us But where did that leave Fictions? It could just have easily have been them, it would have been them as she knew she would have reacted in the same way had she the right weapons. Paper streamed from the fax machine that lay in the corner of the room, why it was being used she did not know, nor did she care. She tore off the first sheet and read it, it was the information on Kromgan she had expected. What it read was much what she had been expecting; Small nation, not much information, incredible advanced technology and, this was interesting, no real army. She stopped reading, what use was this now? Terrible damage had been done, the United Republic had been reduced to a radioactive wasteland and she faced similar destruction. She scrunched the fax paper into a tight ball and threw it, frustrated, across the room, sinking to her knees, it was now that the sorrow, the confusion came. What could she do? If Anagonia could not harm them what could Fictions, a country that had been weakened by war do? How could she even hope to win? The way she saw it she only had a few options, fight and lose, switch sides and risk betrayal or a resurgence of Anagonia or she could give in and lose the country. None of the options were any that she wanted. She felt helpless as she stared up at the ceiling, almost willing it to tell her what to do. The telescreen flickered and turned on but she did not notice it until the hated man spoke.
“Now, now why so desolate?” She glanced up at the old man who was on the screen, ginning lazily, a strange gleam visible in his eyes. Nita glared at him but did not speak
“No need to look at me like that, I was perfectly reasonable, I gave yo a chance to surrender quietly and you threw it in my face” He frowned slightly “So naturally I did not like that” he cackled gleefully “I could not let such behaviour go unpunished now could I?”

Imperial Dictatorship of Greal - Fort Hrezgard Anagonian Military Base

Grand Admiral Buran Johnson looked in disbelief at the small fleet that represented what was left of a once mighty naval power. The sudden hijacking and use of the orbital ion cannons had surprised most commanders resulting in a huge loss in military capability and assets. Around the globe naval fleets and ground-based assets were destroyed one by one as the satellites continued their relentless task of destroying their creators. From what intelligence Buran received, it was the doings of a madman. The first strike had destroyed the three main cities and all physical aspects of the government, then the second went after the military and everything therein. It was like the Apocalypse.

The XCV-2 Imperius was the last remaining carrier asset available to Buran. Her sister ships, including the Anagonia and Drekamythia, had been destroyed due to the surprise attacks. As far as intelligence informed him only two LHD Class Amphibious Assault Ship's survived; the ALHD-1 Port Independence and the ALHD-5 New Moscow. He had heard scarce reports that a battleship fleet had survive, but thus far the only ships he seen of the super-capital ships class were four DAUNTLESS-class Battlecruisers. Everything else was a poor ration of destroyers, cruisers, and the occasional frigate that limped to port. Most of the ships were surviving ships of surprise attacks having injured on board and in need of repairs.

"Chief Commander," said someone from behind him as Buran stood looking over the Port Independence, "reports are coming in that a submarine fleet has managed to slip through."

Buran turned around to see the unofficial third-in-command of the military, returning the salute that Lieutenant General Yager Kobra gave him. The man was young, probably in his late twenties, and had experience in the field of ground and mechanized combat. He was lacking in naval and air warfare, but those were being taught to him by Buran through live-action experiences. The man was learning and that's all the Chief Admiral needed right now. Someone to depend on, someone he could trust. Yager was all these things, loyalty high on the list.

"How many?" asked Buran as he stood beside Yager. The Lt. General sighed, "Only sixteen, but one is a Typhoon still having its nuclear payload." The surprised Buran gazed at the Anagonia, "Well now at least we have something to play with should we get an opening." Yager nodded in agreement, "Should I call a meeting now, Sir? The remaining commanders of the military are all present." Buran nodded, "Go ahead. I'll be there in a few minutes."

He placed his hands behind his back. The wind suddenly blew hard from his position just near the bay. His uniform ruffled with the wind, tattered and worn. He would have to salvage the entire situation now. The motherland of Anagonia was going through anarchy and whatever troops were left alive had to be rescued and the people shown that their soldiers still had control of the situation. For now, regrouping was the best option. He hated not following the constitution he sworn to obey, but then the constitution had been destroyed. Havok Agamemnon now represented the entire governing body. He was the constitution. What he commanded was to obeyed. Buran sighed as he realization that all hope for the continuation of democracy and the United Republic was lost with the attacks.

New Moscow - Province of Nodea Rudav - Anagonia

The ashes cleared somewhat as Oscar Vladinchi climbed from the rubble of store he was in. He could feel the heat upon his back from behind him, gazing back to see a scene from apocalyptic films. The entire ground for miles on end, where once a might city stood, was now a great lava pit. The land was scarred beyond that, blackened by the extreme heat wave that had blasted through. Where Oscar was it wasn't as bad, he thankfully fifty miles from the epicenter of the blast. Once he saw the beam from the sky he knew which weapon had been used here. The problem was figuring out why Anagonia would kill one of its cities. The impossibility of the situation baffled him, he standing in the rubble and seeing nothing but what looked like a scene from wartime footage. No high rise buildings, no buildings at all. Just....rubble. For miles.

He then noticed an Anagonian flag waving in the distance, managing to leap over some loose concrete rubble and crawling down the side of what was left of the building. His leg hurt, he limping towards the tilted flagpole a few feet away. The flag was torn, shredded, but the symbolism was still there. Gazing at it he felt a sense of patriotic pride seeing a flag still waving even after a blast of that magnitude. Then as his feelings reached a peak, the flag tore off from the pole thanks to a gust of wind and was blown into the ground. Something silent was said by that, Oscar gazing in disbelief as he looked around and truly took in the situation. New Moscow had been destroyed. Logically, the United Republic did not exist anymore. Anagonia had fallen and for all he knew Oscar Vladinchi was the last remaining soul on the face of the earth at this point.

He had to make sure though. Oscar walked onward after grabbing the flag from the ground. Somehow he had to salvage this horrible reality. Worse had been seen through his eye's, but not in so many decades. He knew he could survive. But first, he had to reach civilization somehow. Maybe, just maybe, there was someone left.

CA Aquaria

The screen flickered off and Havok sat in the chair, slumping forward as he calculated his next move. The Chief Admiral had stated they had a plan for reforming the military. He desperately wanted to check in with Buran, but figuring the madman was already listening in on chatter he wouldn't risk the last remaining Commander in Chief of the Armed Forces. He knew that Buran wouldn't risk it either. The man was a genius, which was why previous Chief Governor's chose him to be the leader of the Grand Navy. If only he could contact Oscar Vladinchi somehow, if only he knew if he was living or dead. Placing a hand to his head he rubbed across his hair, looking at Nita. "I can't sit here any longer," he said in a somber tone. "We've got to find a way to see whose left and manage from there." Concentrating for a moment, he gazed off into space. "Did any attacks strike fictions? Are our forces still here?"

CA Aquaria, Fictions

"We've got to find a way to see whose left and manage from there." Concentrating for a moment, he gazed off into space. "Did any attacks strike fictions? Are our forces still here?"
Nita did not answer at once, removing her glasses and cleaning the lenses slowly with the hem of her sleeve she shook her head
“I... I don't Think we been attacked...” She replaced her glasses and thought, surely she would have heard by now if they had been, better make sure though. She stood up and pressed the button on the call box, after a few moment conversation in her native language she turned away and looked out the window, out over the city
“We have not been attacked, and you do have some troops positioned here, they... I don't think they know what has happened” She sighed, time was slipping away soon it would start getting dark and tomorrow their time would be up, she had to make her decision. She looked at the man who had always seemed so unflappable to her, always so strong, but who now seemed to give off an aura of hopelessness. She could only imagine what he must be going through, to know that everything you once knew had been destroyed. Could she betray him and seek a deal with the madman? Could she abandon him in this difficult time? She looked at the ceiling, praying for an answer that did not come. No, she could not, she would help in any way she could, She had been raised with certain values and loyalty was one of them.

***

Above New Moscow, Nodea Rudav

The news helicopter hovered over the devastated city, feeding live images of the apocalyptic horror back to the news station where they would be shown on thousands if not millions of televisions across Fictions. Aside from the mild surprise of actually being allowed to report on the event the correspondent gave the report inside the helicopter with the appropriate solemnness that the situation warranted, speaking into his microphone.
“--The scenes of devastation here are horrifying, an entire city reduced to nothing and this is only one of the many attacks launched against.... Hang on” The reporter faltered in the middle speaking, squinting at the screen that showed the ground below. He had thought he had seen.. but No it couldn't be...
“Zoom in on the ground” he ordered the cameraman
“But?”
“Just do it!”
The cameraman zoomed in on the ground below and sure enough there was someone waving frantically at the helicopter.
“There's someone down there! We have to get down!” The news helicopter slowly descended, the figure below coming into sight. It landed on the rubble, the reporter tearing off his headset and scrambled out of the helicopter towards the old man, he was wearing some sort of uniform but it was ragged, torn and covered in dust, there was blood on his clothes but he did not seem to have noticed and clutched tightly in his hand was a tattered flag, he held onto this as though it was a last link to life itself.
“Is... is there anyone else, anyone alive?” The survivor had a strong Russian accent.
“No, I'm sorry, you're the only one we found” The old man looked at the floor and though they could not see his face they could tell the news had effected him
“You, you have to come back, Back to our country, come” The man nodded and followed them to the helicopter, which once they were inside, rose into the air, unnoticed by any of the Fictionals, Oscar Vladinchi shed a tear for the lives of the people who were his life...

***

CA Aquaria, Fictions

The call box on Nita's desk cracked, for a wild moment she thought it was the lunatic once more but it was not, instead the voice was one of her Aides and though it was muffled by static, they sounded frantic, Before any of this started Havok had been learning the Fictin language and understood enough to get an idea of what the aide was saying
“Turn on a TV, look at FNNN, now its important!”
Nita did not reply but adjusted a few setting on the tele-screen where a live broadcast on the devastation in Anagonia...
The camera was trained on the reporter who was not looking at it, but rather at someone to his right, the pilot.
“--omeone down there! We have to get down!” The camera went back to the ground below, which grew larger as the helicopter descended, dust swirling away by the blades of the propellor, eventually touching down, the camera shook as though it was not hand held and followed the reporter, who seemed to have forgotten all news etiquette, towards a man, an old man in a torn uniform, clutching and equally tattered Anagonian flag.
Nita gasped, She knew who that was, she had met him once or twice, it was Chief General Oscar Vladinchi, the chief commander of the Anagonian armed forces... or at least was, when there was still an Anagonia....

Fort Hrezgard Anagonian Military Base - Command Center

"We must strike back any way we can!"

The slam of a fist on the table signified the rage that the entire room felt. Twenty commanders, just twenty, was all that was left to lead the once-strong military of Anagonia. Buran could literally feel the tension in the room as each man and woman tried their best to hold the emotions back, he himself having a hard time remaining calm. He looked at Samuel Victor, previous Imperial General of the Drekamythian forces stationed in some far off base. The man was passionate, his fist still remained on the table as he gritted his teeth in rage. His gaze pierced every person in the room, "We must seek vengeance."

A woman to Buran's side spoke up, her eyes were wet from some tears she must have shed earlier. Her hair was let down, forgetting all standards which Buran didn't think mattered at this point. "With what forces," she said with a raspy voice, "All we have left is a small fleet."

"But we have the forces in the outlaying Confederation territories!" A General from the Soviet Forces said, "They could be of some use." Buran nodded, "True but none of the forces seemed to have responded to the emergency signals." He sighed, "I'm not really sure if they weren't hit too."

Everyone looked down, hopelessness filling the room. Buran heard the chime of his PAD, picking it from his pocket and answering. His eye's widened, looking to Yager, "Turn on the screen for me, will you?" Yager Kobra nodded, turning on the widescreen as a fictionese news broadcast came on. Everyone watched, at first in horror at the devastation of New Moscow, then suddenly with surprise then jubilation as everyone started screaming and yelling in unison. They cheered as the image of Oscar Vladinchi came into the camera view, each one hugging and literally crying at this point. The door burst open as Marines charged in, thinking their commanders were under attack, and stopped as they saw the show of emotion passing between each other. Buran turned to them, "The Chief General lives!"

With that, the word passed on through the base, sirens and horns sounding through out. Buran raised his hands in triumph, "Now we have hope!" He laughed, "Let us take our forces to Fictions, everything we can muster, and there we shall make our last stand!" He relished in the cheer of the room, the marines joining in, literally the entire base.

CA Aquaria, Fictions

Havok stood and did a gesture of victory, stomping his foot and yelling "YES!" really loud. He let his tears flow as he danced around the room, then suddenly took Nita in his arms and twirled with her as he laughed. "He's alive!" Havok said over and over, "He's alive and now we have hope!" He continued to laugh, finally setting Nita down. The expression on his face was priceless. Genuine happiness, and a large grin on his face. "I bet at this point the military has seen this, and they'll be following him!" He slapped his knee, "And then we'll strike the bastards back!"

He grabbed his PAD, his expression going dull for a moment. He shook his head, "No...can't do that." He sighed, "We'll just have to believe that everything will go in order." He gazed at Nita, "When will he arrive? I must speak to him."

Highly Encrypted
To: The Most Esteemed Doctor Jacob Stein
From: High Minister of War Frederick Tsorabella(Doctor War)

Doctor Jacob Stein, your country of Kromgan has in all other words shocked us. Your nation has brought down the vile Anagonians a task that not even the greatest generals and admirals of Ralkovia could undertake. However from what we understand so far you have control over several ion cannons and most likely not enough ground troops to occupy Anagonia.

We would like to make you an offer that would not only give you a vast network of assets but more power than you could ever imagine. The Empire of Ralkovia would like to offer you a transfer of 30 SMAK(Tungsten Slug Satellites) and 10 SLAIN Cannons(Ion Cannons) Of course we would like about half the spoils of what is left of the former nation of Anagonia. We would send our troops to Anagonia and occupy it and transfer more than half the control of the nation to you.

Should this offer be acceptable please contact me. Our nation would also like to give you the code name: Doctor Octoganapus. He is the hero of the show Laser Wars and can fire an ion cannon out of his mouth. We think this is appropriate.

Highly Encrypted
To: The Most Esteemed Doctor Jacob Stein
From: High Minister of War Frederick Tsorabella(Doctor War)

Doctor Jacob Stein, your country of Kromgan has in all other words shocked us. Your nation has brought down the vile Anagonians a task that not even the greatest generals and admirals of Ralkovia could undertake. However from what we understand so far you have control over several ion cannons and most likely not enough ground troops to occupy Anagonia.

We would like to make you an offer that would not only give you a vast network of assets but more power than you could ever imagine. The Empire of Ralkovia would like to offer you a transfer of 30 SMAK(Tungsten Slug Satellites) and 10 SLAIN Cannons(Ion Cannons) Of course we would like about half the spoils of what is left of the former nation of Anagonia. We would send our troops to Anagonia and occupy it and transfer more than half the control of the nation to you.

Should this offer be acceptable please contact me. Our nation would also like to give you the code name: Doctor Octoganapus. He is the hero of the show Laser Wars and can fire an ion cannon out of his mouth. We think this is appropriate.

To: Doctor War
From: Doctor Jacob Stein

Your offer is tempting. Needless to say I merely destroyed Anagonia as a precursor to my grand scheme of destroying every nation that get's in my way, eventually forming my Grand Empire that will enslave the worlds citizens under my iron fist. Concerning what is left of Anagonia, you may do with it as you wish. They had been a thorn in my side for far too long and, ultimately, deserved to be destroyed.

Your weapons of mass destruction will be accepted. I shall incorporate them to continue my quest of global domination, after I finish what is left of the Anagonian Resistance off. Pesky buggers, that lot. You have to kill them all to make sure that a single Marine doesn't foil your plans! Haha...reminds me of the first time I tried this.

Either way it's a pity that it took my genius to topple a grand nation such as Anagonia. I mean, if you couldn't do it, you must not be as Grand and Wonderful as me! I suppose your kind words will offer your nation a brief respite before I send my anger upon you, maybe I'll keep you as playthings or slaves. But that's after I finish with everyone else. Be thankful I don't destroy you now.

Your new Overlord,
Doctor Stein

A quick reply was typed back.

"Hokay Doctor Octoganapus"

CA Aquaria

"We'll just have to believe that everything will go in order." He gazed at Nita, "When will he arrive? I must speak to him."
“If their coming from New Moscow then they should be here in a few hours, They will probably be coming back to this city... I'll send a message to the news station that he should be sent here the moment he arrives” She had a hurried conversation in Fictin over the call box and nodded, noting that Havoks brief moment of exuberance was over and he had gone back to being sullen and quiet.
“They say they will bring him when he arrives”

***

A few hours later

The sun had already set and the cold chill of the desert night had already settled over Fictions by the time the helicopter arrived back, down below the city of Capital Aquaria glowed brightly in the dark night, the helicopter made its way to where the news station was, there was a helipad on the roof and they would land there. Slowly it touched down and stepping out, the reporter helped out the foreign survivor who, on the trip back, they had learned was called Oscar Vladinchi and he had been the chief commander of the Anagonian armed forces, which explained the uniform at least. His story had been confirmed when they received a message that someone would be taking him straight to the Ministries office. Entering the building of the news station they found, as they had expected, two members of the Guard, waiting, as they had been told they would be.

***

Nita was pacing her office restlessly, the hours seemed to pass slowly and they heard no sign from either the madman nor the news station, occasionally she would call up to ask if they had arrived yet but each time received a straight up no. She stopped her pacing and took a sip of coffee, it was her third one that night, a crackle on the call box made her drop the cup and it fell shattering on the ground but she paid no notice.
“He's arrived, in this building, on his way up right now” No sooner were the words out of her mouth than a knock at the door sounded and in walked Oscar Vladinchi, the aide who had brought him up leaft, closing the door behind him...

Oscar Vladinchi had taken the journey almost as if time had passed by impossibly fast. One moment he was in the chopper, the next sanding in front of Havok Agamemnon. He stared at the man for god knew how long, disbelief on his face. They were all that was left, he was told. No one else survived. He didn't know whether relief or plain misery coursed through his mind as he thought of the implications of having Havok as leader of the country, seeing as a leader had in fact survived. He was unsure what he would say. Thankfully, Havok acted first, and Oscar found himself embraced by a huge bear hug.

Havok seemed to nearly weep, Oscar taken back by the blatant disregard for discipline. Slowly the old man patted his back, "Let's not give the lady something to wonder about."

Havok suddenly released Oscar, standing back a bit and saluting. "My apologizes, Chief General." He cleared his throat, "I'm just extremely pleased to see you living."

Oscar returned the salute, "At ease, Emperor. Shouldn't I be saluting you?" Havok stumbled, then nodded. "U-Um, yes. Right," he sighed, putting a hand on the table. "J-just thought that you'd be in command now, that I wouldn't have to deal with this." Oscar shook his head, "Hell's frozen over, Emperor. The Imperials are in power now." He nodded at Havok, "Time to get back the bastards that did this," looking at Nita, "Care to fill me in?"

CA Aquaria

During the two men does reunion she had hung back, not wanting to intrude on the moment for them, she felt like an outsider, looking in on a private moment of joy which she had no right to witness so she was rather startled when Oscar addressed her
"Time to get back the bastards that did this," looking at Nita, "Care to fill me in?"
She nodded and adjusted her glasses slightly
“Well, from the beginning” She paused wondering how to phrase the issue, she opted to just give the facts as she would want them presented “Well, at first a meeting was interrupted by a madman who proclaimed himself leader of a nation called Kromgan which was later revealed to be a highly advanced technocratic dictatorship. This man, Dr. Stein, delivered an ultimatum, surrender our power or face the consequences to prove he meant what he said he…” Her voice faltered for a moment as she remembered what had been shown “He fired some sort of orbital ion cannon or laser at the chief generals office…” she continues to speak, outlining the events to the best of her understanding from the initial threat up to the point where the news team discovered Oscar himself, all the time trying to keep her voice neutral and matter of fact but not always managing. When she finished she started off into the distance, repeating it all, laying the facts out had somehow put it into perspective for her; everything she knew could be wiped out, just like that, just like Anagonia had been. She was so engrossed in her thoughts that she did not hear the knock that came at the door and only came back to earth when the aide that had entered politely caught her attention
“Yes? Did something happen”
“Word from IS, it's about an Anagonian province.....”

Oscar Vladinchi stood there for an undetermined amount of time. He looked down, unsure of how to proceed from here. How to interpret what had happened. Not even sure how to piece it all together. It had been traumatic for him to see the devastation first hand. To know that everything he had worked for had been destroyed in seconds right before his eyes. Such things were rare in life, but they did happen. Oscar expected these things, but not like this. Never like this. With a heavy sigh he let himself sit back in a chair, pondering what he had learned, what Nita had informed him of, and what he could do.

Havok stood beside Oscar, gazing down at him occasionally. Through his emotional mind, he couldn't decipher anything. It had all been just a blur. Just a passing thought. The realization, the true feeling, had yet to impact him. He was sure the numbness he was feeling was his minds way of keeping the truth hidden until such a time as he could truly deal with it. He was thankful for this, but at the same time remorseful. He wanted to grieve, only a slight bit seeping out when he discovered Oscar was still among the living. He grabbed a seat beside the Chief General, leaning forward as his head tilted down. "I don't know what to do," he said softly.

Oscar turned and blinked, eye's distant. "What was that?" Havok cleared his throat, "I don't know what to do." he said more loudly. Oscar stared at the Emperor for a few moments, seemingly baffled. Then he looked away.

He wasn't going to say it either. He was as confused and disoriented as Havok beside him. What right did he have to give advice to such an apocalyptic situation? Everyone you knew, held dear, gone in an instant. Your entire culture, your entire civilization, gone in the blink of an eye. Nothing remained but stragglers and survivors, the People broken and wounded. The government gone and forgotten. Even the defenders of the land scattered to the winds, barely able to manage a force capable of a small invasion. No, he didn't have a right to say anything. Quiet filled the void between the two leaders.

Oscar looked up at the blank flatscreen on the wall. What had transpired here must have been the most horrifying thing to Havok. He remembered his past apprentices, those Chief Governors elected by the people who came to him for advice. Each one he taught the values of serving the People and leading the Military. It was his job, his right, his duty. Now all that was gone, Caster Oblivion dead in the blaze of ionized lava. Looking down again, eye's closed in a deep exhale, he remembered how many had survived and never dreamed that the death of Johnny Standford would signal a change in the course of events for his homeland. He should have seen the signals. He should have taken the signs from the gods.

Deep in thought, Oscar did not notice Havok gazing at him helplessly. Pleading for something, anything, to grasp onto. When nothing came, Havok dwelt in the realm of thought also. Deep, deep thought about the past events. Both men taken from the thought when an aide entered the room, surprising each one with news about a renegade province. The two leaders simply gazed at each other in disbelief. In this time of anarchy, one of the provinces would rebel? What government was left to do such a thing? Havok was the first to respond, standing. "What is the meaning of this?"

"What is the meaning of this?"
The aide took a step back, shrinking back from the force of the foreign leader's anger
“I-I only w-was--”
“It's all right” Nita interrupted “I will take it from here, I think I can see what has happened”
The aide nodded, relief in his eyes and left the room at a fast but polite pace. Nita stepped around her desk and stood in front of the window looking out over the city, yes she knew exactly what was happening to Anagonia... Such an inevitability it was too.
“I am not surprised such a thing is happening” She paused a moment wondering if she should change her tone somewhat, after all Anagonia was a stronger- no, not anymore they weren't, she smiled slightly though the others could not see her face. When she continued to speak her voice impassive and matter of fact
“It's always a risk you see. Your people get so used to being able to say what they want when they want and... being able to choose who runs the country that” She turned around and sat back down at her desk, her face carefully devoid of all emotion.
“That when something like this happens they will think they can still choose, and in this case they now want a madman...” She glanced at the telescreen “They rebel. The people have spoken and they want a lunatic. Now, any sane person can see this is not right especially not at a time like this when you need to show the world you may be down, but you are most certainly not out, and how can you do that when your provinces are breaking away and rebelling? Once one starts they all will follow, people are like sheep that way...” She paused again, wondering how best to phrase the next bit, she knew what she would do in this situation. It was the logical choice for her, but would they see it the same way? “What has always worked for me and my predecessors is deterrence, now being a democracy, the Anagonian people will not already have the correct mind-frame and that would make rebellion so much more likely, no matter that can be corrected. What you need is a show of strength, this province wants to break away? Show them and all the other what happens if they decide to break away, show them that Anagonia will not accept breakaways, show them that you are not gone. I see no difference to making an example of a terrorist to prevent other would-be revolutionaries from getting the same idea and making an example of a breakaway province to show other would be breakaways that you will not accept this” She stopped, and waited for what they would say, surely they would see the logic in this but perhaps they would not, she had said her bit and now only had to wait to see how it would be received.

Havok Agamemnon was distant as he slowly sat down again in the chair, one hand on the table as a brace. His mouth open somewhat, still in disbelief at what he was hearing. It went against everything he knew, everything he held dear. Despite being an Emperor, he did cherish the ideals of the Republic and what it stood for. Internally however, far away from the prying eyes of the politicians and those that worshiped Democracy, he knew exactly what Nita meant. Memories came back to him of his youth, his long-deceased father and the ways and beliefs he instilled into Havok about the Throne of the Emperor. His expression became rigid, hard. Enough of a change for Oscar to notice as he walked forward a few paces, a concerned looked on the old mans face.

Surely Havok was not considering taking this course? Even he, born and bred under Soviet ideals, would never consider betraying the sacred trust of Democracy. Such a thing was near to blasphemy. Yet, he too looked down and distant as one hand braced his weak form against the top of a chair. He couldn't believe he was in some kind of a agreement with Nita. Slowly, he sat too. His mind unable to comprehend the set of circumstances that had led to this point. It would be all up to Havok now, his eyes meeting the Emperors as the two shared a disbelieving look. Oscar slowly shaking his head, expressing the only rebellion at the idea. Havok looking away, knowing what he had to do.

Havok rubbed his temple, looking at Nita. He understood now why she felt so powerful in this moment. He remembered how unemotional she spoke earlier. There was no Anagonia, not anything left. Whatever was to be left had to be kept together. She probably understood this, and understood the fact that no matter what Anagonia could do nothing to stop Fictions now from anything it wanted to do. It was surprising to see her still on his side. He sighed, defeated beyond the extreme, and nodding. "I'll make some calls." He gulped, "Examples have to be made..."

(OOC: Sorry for short post)

"I'll make some calls." He gulped, "Examples have to be made..."
So that was it then, the beginning of the end of everything Anagonia had once been and will never again be. Nita watched Havok as he made the calls, occasionally glancing at Oscar who was looking at the floor in total silence. He knows this too, they both know this, things will never be the same even after this event, assuming they make it out alive that is even then she did not know how they would survive and it was only a mater of time before that madman would strike her nation...

"I agree," nodded a darkened general as he pressed a button showing a large map of ruined Anagonia. The map began to zoom in on several of the larger buildings that had survived. It zoomed close enough to see several darkened heads popping out.

Another General began to laugh as he circled Task Force 31 and pointed them in the direction of Anagonia. The map began to calculate time and it came to 4 days. The General began to calculate and pressed several buttons which showed that an invasion could land within 4 weeks and bombing planes could arrive in up to 2 days.

"So then. Let us invade Luciferus. With this we will make the Empress are puppet," said one of the General's as he began to laugh with the other Generals. A solemn figure, whose uniform was black as night, watched the map intently as it ran through simulations. He scratched his chin before he began to laugh, quietly at first but it got louder each minute.

"Yes then. Tell the death guard to prepare....for the invasion of Anagonia. This is an oppurtunity to good to pass up," said the man. With that several of the soldiers hiding in the shadows turned and walked out.

Ralkovia was now at war with Anagonia.

ORBAT:

12 Vegas Dreadnought
3 Rodchester Battleships(Modified Iowa battleship)
12 Kuznetsov Carriers
4 Nimitz Carriers
18 Arleigh Burkley Destroyers
24 Manticore Cruisers
30 Modified Type-22
50 Shadow Harbors
30 Steagall LST

200 Su-27 Flankers
20 F-22 Raptors
30 B-52 bombers(108 bomb version)
15 KF-13 Refueling aircraft
20 AC-130 gunships
12 Dead Eye AWACs


2 million Death Guard
2000 Piv-30 Modified
800 MCA-7E Ubara Tirak
400 Bradley LineBackers
200 TD-7 Self propelled guns
500 Black Iron Transporters
4 INTUITION Land Battleships

240 Apache Helicopters
400 Blackhawk Helicopters
100 V-22 Osprey
50 Iron Crane Heavy Transports

Low Orbit - Space Station Apollo - One week after Government Collapse

For over a week, no communications had been received or intercepted from the ground. No shuttle launches and no friendly or neutral signals from other Space Agencies to inform Apollo of what might have happened. No news stations seemed to have anything on Anagonia. Oddly enough, no news or other broadcasts of any sort came from the United Republic. It was literally as if Station Commander Samuel Richards country had disappeared. He knew that in the next few hours Apollo would orbit directly above Anagonia and he'd get a good visual. An alternative was to take the stations docked Buran Military Shuttle for an investigative mission to determine what was happening. The only problems with every possible solution he imagined was that with only a skeleton crew of twenty-three individuals and military personnel on the station he'd be hard pressed for even a decent shuttle excursion, let alone a space walk.

"Commander!"

Samuel looked behind him. The command room was situated on top of a large "flying saucer" like assembly that acted as the command module for the station, smooth bottom and oval top that was roughly a half circle of titanium and various other metals. Around him the area in question was about the size of one floor on an average skyscraper building, housing various stations and a circular platform that acted as Samuels command station for the entire space station. Four pathways led outward towards ever expanding circular hallways that connected the Command Module to the rest of Apollo, on one a figure running his way. The station currently mimicked gravity by spinning on its axis slowly, providing enough of a downward pull to allow for a semi-comfortable running pace as was enacted by the officer in question.

He stood straight, having been leaning over a command console and concentrating on why the satellite link to Anagonian orbital assets was down. The officer, now being clearly seen as Sergeant Erica Piccards from the Grand Army, halted herself in the proper slow fashion and gave a salute. Samuel returned it, nodding. "What brings you here? I thought everyone was celebrating Jakes birthday in the rec room." Erica went to at-ease, displaying on her smooth face heavy distress. Her black hair wasn't tied into a bun, Samuel noting immediately the fact that her uniform wasn't properly put on. Rushing through something was a sign of deep concern for the Station Commander; Samuel raising an eyebrow.

"Have you seen the images?" she asked. Samuel shook his head, "No." Erica didn't seem convinced, peering over his shoulders at the command station then back at Samuel. He could smell alcohol on her breath now. "Not those, sir. May I?" He nodded, she jogging past him as he followed. After toying around with the console, images taken by Apollo one week prior came up. What he saw made his eyes go wide in shock. "Is that what I think it is?!" he exclaimed in disbelief. Erica nodded in silence, gazing at him. "The station detected military-based orbital activity around 1500 Anagonian time. When it turned it's camera's towards the general direction, it caught this image."

He observed the image. At the far corner was three lights, almost like bright stars in the morning. The computer display that had been captured identified them as friendly satellites, military grade with a classified specification. The IDENT code was also displayed, which gave away to anyone in the know what these three objects were. Every time the Orbital Cannon Network became active, the station usually took images for military purposes. This was one of those cases, with the except that the targeting data that had been gathered from the uplink displayed the acquired ground target as Anagonia. The lower half, which was almost full of Earth, had three targeting circles with specifications identifying them as Union, Imperius, and New Moscow. Samuel felt his stomach tighten as he noted the three satellites having the guidance beam for the cannon being engaged upon the cities. His face became pale white. "Why?" was the only question he could ask.

It was at that moment as the two gazed at the image that a new one displayed itself. Samuel remembered he put the outside camera's on auto to display when Apollo went over Anagonia. There was no cloud cover, and for some reason the three main cities were covered in dark clouds that resembled large lava flows. Erica gasped then, a shaking hand covering her now watering eyes. Samuel looked at her, realizing just how under the influence of alcohol she was. It was just clou-... "Oh my God," he said in total shock as his eye caught the signs of an Ion Cannon strike on all three area's. She had family in Imperius, and he had a wife and three kids in New Moscow. Both cities were a crater full of lava and whatever else hell on earth scene could be imagined.

Beside him, Erica sobbed. He stayed firm, a cold expression as his face flushed with blood after the shock. His body numb as the realization hit him. "It's all gone."


Kromgan - Super Laser Laboratory

Doctor Jacob Stein stood before the giant screen that displayed an orbital view of a large fleet. They were obviously Anagonian by the Carrier's make, the battleships a dead give-away in themselves. No one really used Battleships in naval combat anymore except the nations that could afford such a overuse of resources. By now, having donned a dark cloak that covered most of his features, his madness and desires for domination were taking a toll on his mental state. The only thing that Jacob wanted more than seeing his own power fulfilled was the complete destruction of anything that escaped his anger. He was too self-righteous to believe that anything could go beyond him in any manner. Least of which what was left of one of the most powerful military forces in the world.

Underneath the hood, a glimmer of his teeth shown through as he raised a hand towards the screen. He shouted something in Kromganian, the computer instantly replying. The large screen changed to a display of two Ion Cannons in orbit, one of which was near the fleet on it's way to Fictions. He laughed insanely, raising both arms up in a crucifix fashion as he embraced the sweet smell of victory.

International Waters - 1,542 Miles from Fictions

The small naval fleet, comprised of ships left over from the apocalypse of Anagonia, had been traveling on an ever changing course for fear that they're movements would be detected. Having departed various military bases around the globe, a few had little time to repair the damages that had resulted in the original cataclysm. Grand Admiral Buran Johnson was on board the Anagonia-Class Carrier Imperius which was stationed at the center of the battle fleet. He had been in contact with Havok Agamemnon, understanding that once they made way for Fictions everything would be on the table. He gazed from the bridge out into the ocean, sighing as he held his hands behind his back. They never did get into contact with that battleship fleet. Only twenty ships, four battleships which comprised this fleet, had only managed to appear from oblivion.

The morning sun seemed unusually bright as he dared a look at the horizon. Escaping death not once, but twice, had made him jumpy that another orbital attack would surprise him. It was funny how just a few hours prior the Apollo Space Station had come into contact with him through a hijacked foreign military frequency, there the rest of the military survivors and himself seeing the damage to the homeland firsthand. The news network from Fictions that had discovered Oscar truly didn't do the devastation any justice by what images he saw then. He about-faced and headed down from the bridge, the Captain merely giving a passing glance as he continued to scan the horizon himself. Acquiring the proper safety gear and two marine escorts, he headed onto the flight deck and wondered through the morning breeze trying to clear his thoughts.

He wanted to think on how he would continue in this new age of Anagonia. Wanted to ponder if there ever was going to be an Anagonia again. His thoughts, however, were stopped in their tracks as he casually glanced towards the bow of the super carrier and noticed the tracer light just a half-mile ahead of the fleet. Looking up slowly, he saw it extended to the heavens. The carrier lurched, trying to avoid the incoming strike by changing course. He knew, however, it was far too late. Buran raised a hand to cover his eyes for a second, the rising sun beginning to glare. The two Marine guards didn't seem afraid as they too gazed upward at the heavens. The entire scene a portrait in itself as the rising sun beamed past the tracing light, ocean breezes spraying water droplets past the three as crew's ran frantically to get away from the light. The entire fleet, in that one moment, stood out in time as the last best hope for the future of Anagonia.

"Will we have a chance?" one Marine asked Buran. He blinked, looking over and shaking his head. "No, we won't." He cleared his throat, looking back up as the sky started to change colors. "If you haven't already," Buran said to the two, "I'd pray to whatever gods you have for a clean death." The two Marines remained silent then, gazing with Buran as the tracer light brightened and the ocean began to boil. The fleet split off in two now as they tried to avoid the main impact of the beam, but it was far too late.

Buran Johnson and his two guards were knocked off their feet as the intense ray of light impacted the ocean and caused a shock wave. He wanted to see his death, evidently the Marines too they helped themselves and the Grand Admiral up. Buran noticed the beam had impacted the ocean floor, lava or some intense light visibly intensifying as it progressed to the surface. Somehow, the ocean surface shook enough for the ships to rock violently. All but the Imperius, which made Buran proud in his last moments as the large carrier tried in vain to escape. The beam intensified, by now brighter than the morning sun and casting an eerie glow across the three's faces.

"Do you have anyone left, sir?" One Marine asked. Buran smiled, shaking his head. "No, but I plan on seeing them again." The ocean parting as an explosive force followed the beam upward, spouting ash and lava for a few seconds. An earthquake unimaginable started to rock everything. "I hope so," the other Marine replied. To which Buran gazed at him, the beam casting a bright glow upon him, and he smiled with a nod towards him. "Don't hope so, know so."

One quick gaze back at the beam of light was all it took. All hell broke loose then. An explosion rivaling a nuclear blast heaved hundreds of thousands of gallons of ocean water upwards, the ships being suddenly engulfed by the lava-like substance as the crew's were incinerated instantly. Buran, in his last moments, managed to see it coming as he roared in defiance at his failure. He would be avenged, knowing this as his body became nothing but particles in an instant. The two marines following suit in this death, along with the Imperius a few moments later as the explosion ripped the carrier to shreds. The entire fleet was engulfed seconds later, either destroying or completely damaging the ships to the breaking point. An area the size of ten football fields was engulfed by the instant fireball and shockwave.

Then, the beam resided. As a giant spout of water began to fall to the earth, a mixture of molten rock and boiling ocean water, whatever or whomever remained was destroyed. Smoke and remains drifted skyward, not clearing enough to tell what had survived or hadn't. In either case, one would know that nothing could survive. The last hope for an Anagonian retaliation seemed destroyed.

Kromgan - Super Laser Laboratory

Jacob laughed, deeper and more evil than before. All hope was now lost to this Confederation of Nations. Anagonia, the link between them, now totally defeated. He summoned the link that would bring him Havok and the rest, instantly going to visual as he pompously displayed the satellite view of the destruction before laughing insanely once more. He pointed at Havok on the screen, face hidden under the hood, and glared at Nita with a wide grin. "Nothing you can do will stop me now," he proclaimed. "I'm coming for you, Agamemnon. I'm coming for your hope!"

(Anni some sort of response to my invasion)

(Anni some sort of response to my invasion)

(Really...isn't anyone to respond to an invasion. Satellites are knocked out, there isn't any Military Command Structure or Government Structure, and basically you have free reign until some type of force finds out. I.e. the remainder of the military forces that are left alive on Anagonia soil.)

(sweet. So I'll just fast forward to me landing without any type of enemy. Is that okay?)

(sweet. So I'll just fast forward to me landing without any type of enemy. Is that okay?)

(Just do what you do, I'll do the rest and screw up things later on. :P)

Adagio for Strings - Composed by Samuel Barber (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OIUxwEJ-GXI)

CA Aquaria

Havok Agamemnon watched in horror as the last hope for the rebirth of anything Anagonian was destroyed without mercy. His mind faltered, his thinking stopped as his head slowly lowered. There was nothing he could do now, nothing except wait for the inevitable doom that would befall him and the nation of Fictions. Ion cannons were probably being trained on the nation he resided in, the madman known as Doctor Jacob Stein just waiting for the right moment to strike. What little time he believed he had left he slumped forward to place his head upon his crossed arms on the table. Then he began to sob. Controlled at first, barely a whimper. Then it progressed to uncontrollable gasps and wheezes. Beside him, Oscar Vladinchi watched the younger Havok release the sadness that was within his own heart. His head lowered, hands covering his eyes as he too released tears.

A nation that once prided itself on its invincibility had not once, but three times suffered the loss of a leader by war. This had never happened in all of recorded Anagonian history. Now, with the loss of the Grand Library of the Republic and every governmental institution that would classify the lands of Anagonia as a nation, there was no history. Havok saw in the future that people would take over his lands, the Anagonians that were left trying in vain to stake out the rebellion citizens whom desired rule by the madman. Jacob Stein would then have a powerhouse industry to use for his ultimate goal of taking over the world. The only thought that offered Havok comfort was that the nations of the world would hopefully unite and not allow this. That, in the end, the last chapter in the Republics history would be written with a cleansing destruction unlike the destruction that doomed the people before.

The screen cut off, Jacob's image disappearing as the grin never faded. Oscar caught a glimpse of this, knowing the madman was enjoying every display of hopelessness. There was nothing he could do, no last hope that would ultimately save further millions from the evil bastards reach. Not even his decades of experience in war could help this situation. There was no way to resist the endgame that would surely spell the end for his beloved people and the times of democracy they surely enjoyed. But then he had a thought, a slight hope that crossed his mind. Tactical thinking came to save the day, or offer a glimpse of hope. Slowly, he reached out and shook Havok's shoulder as the sobbing disgrace looked at his elder, eye's reddened by the sudden grief. Oscar nodded, "There is hope left." Havok, ready to grip on any hope given, whipped an arm across his face and nodded. "Whatever I can do, just tell me."

Hell March 1- From First to Last Remix by Frank Klepacki (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eRTX0idiFYQ)

Remnants of Anagonia

For several days whatever was left of the Homeland Military had gathered via radio transmissions and using the old Morse code. They eventually found one another, reaching out to save the citizens they could and incorporate them into the military through short militia introductions. There was no time for training, and the people whom had the superior rank found that most civilians had some basic training in using weapons. Small towns were usually their stop, finding plentiful amounts of people willing to rise up and gain back some semblance of a nation that they once had. Most towns had went on obliviously despite the earthquakes that had resulted from the ion cannon strikes, thinking the occasional power outages in those regions and lack of news or television was a result of some unknown terrorist attack. They were close in their thinking, not knowing until the reformed military came through the true extent of the cataclysm.

By the fourth day transmissions had started to arrive from outside the nation. Obviously the attacks themselves had blocked out any transmissions gong outward or coming into Anagonia by some unknown force. The military came to realize that no one, anywhere, knew the true extent of the horrors that had occurred and that no nation would be coming to help. It would be a simple fisherman whom had gone far out into the ocean that would inform remnants of the military command structure that a foreign military fleet was on it's way to Anagonia. He had taken pictures with a digital camera, resulting in a panic when one naval lieutenant identified them as Ralkovian. But no one knew for sure, and with no way to confirm or deny the claim the military quickly reorganized into small militia regiments. Orders were to spread out to every town and city not affected by the destruction of the three main cities and conscript and take as much resources as possible for a last stand.

So they did. For four days, people traveled to every corner of Anagonia. Taking more than a week to bypass the destroyed areas and longer to even consider near the forested and mountainous areas. Military vehicles were retrieved from the bases that still operated on their own power, but with low resources and no way to replenish them usage of said vehicles was limited to extreme circumstances. Transporting the vehicles was limited to whatever rail lines remained intact, with citizens and military personnel taking rig's and trailers since there was no intact industry for the transportation. From there, as a militia force went through the Port City of Port Independence, they found an intact military establishment that hadn't gone into disarray. There, they established a permanent base of operations that would act as a central route to protect the destroyed lands of Anagonia.

It was here that they met an individual whom still maintained access to international events via hacking satellites. The military didn't care for laws, as all were destroyed in any case. The information gained informed them that the navy itself had all but been destroyed a few hours prior and that Oscar Vladinchi and Havok Agamemnon were still among the living in Fictions. Hope began to restore, and by some miracle they had to get the word out that there still was a semblance of power left in Anagonia. From there, they looked to Apollo. West Islands was the last place that still maintained an abandoned military base with a shuttle launch pad. The commanders still living knew that if they were to have a chance, they had to get the word out that Apollo was the last best hope for securing Anagonia by destroying the rogue ion cannon satellites.

Before they could, however, word came in that the entire lower half of Anagonia in the Drekamythian Province had rebelled. Citizens whom had maintained some link to the outside world knew of the madman that had done all this. From there, they concluded defeat, and were now in arms against all their brothers and sisters and coming together to force the rule of the madman upon everyone. And so, the first challenge of the barely capable military force was upon them. To somehow reunite Anagonia and save it from invasion at the same time. One Commander, Lt. Colonel Dreka Yamo, told his other equals of two nuclear SCUD launchers that still retained nuclear armaments. There was no argument, and no time to deal with dissenters. The choice was before them and militia had been sent out. Anagonia would once again face fire and brimstone. This time, however, from within.

In the background a lowly Sergeant Major tried her best to get hold of Havok so far away in Fictions. She believed in a different path, wanting to avoid killing more innocents in some gagged scheme. She didn't know what else to do, and had little time to manage to contact Fictions. There had to be another way.

CA Aquaria

She felt like screaming in outrage but held herself back, she never felt so angry and helpless and it was all thanks to this... This lunatic from a country which she had not even heard of until this point, just beside her the two Anagonians were too deep in their sorrow to notice that she had stood up and was pacing her office restlessly, since the attacks had begun she had been home only at night, sometimes not even then, staying up at all hours wondering when the next strike would come and who would be the target.
"There is hope left." Havok, ready to grip on any hope given, whipped an arm across his face and nodded. "Whatever I can do, just tell me."
She span around and faced Oscar, at this point, any ideas were invaluable especially if they promised to get them out of this nightmare that they had been plunged into. All eyes were on Oscar and he seemed to falter slightly, the room was deadly silent, he opened his mouth to speak but was interrupted by a loud knocking at the office door, Nita narrowed her eyes, if this was a trivial matter whoever had interrupted would wish that they had never been born. The door opened and a flustered aide stepped into the room, clutching a file.
“I swear if this is not of the utmost importance...”
“It is! You said to tell of anything happening in Anagonia” his look of terrified panic froze her to the spot
“What happened? Have there been more attacks?” He shook his head and held out the file, Nita took it questioningly and slid out some pictures that looked as though they were taken by a satellite
“Some sort of fleet....”
“Heading for Anagonia, they must think now is a good time to expand”
“Godsdammit! Bastards! We'll stop this, send so--”
“There're Ralkovian” She stared at the aide for a moment then looked back though the pictures, he was telling the truth, she closed her eyes a moment.
“There is nothing I can do” She threw the file down on the table and buried her face in her hands “We cannot attack Ralkovians....” If it had been anyone, anyone at all she would have been at the aid of the Anagonians, but she could not turn against an ally...

***

The Middle of the Ocean onboard the Sekh'Kaare VI Oil Tanker

By law they were required to be able to pick up stray radio signals, as much for information gathering as anything else but the incessant random chatter, often in a language no-one understood could get annoying at times, still the pirate radio stations were good, sometimes they had music that would normally be banned in Fictions, It was while scooting though random chatter when the cry for help was picked up, it would have been ignored if it was not for the fact that they were mentioned.
“If someone hears this I am trying to get in contact with the country Fictions.... Can someone please help me get in contact with the country Fictions....”
It was a young man called Alex who heard this, frowning slightly as he tried to figure out what was being said, he wished he had actually paid attention in English class as he could not understand half of what was being said
“Shit... Does anyone speak English!?”
“Yea, I do why?”
“I think someone's talking about us” the English speaker listened to the transmission frowning
“This is a call for help, they want to get in contact with our country, we can send messages yea?”
“Sure”

***

The ruins of Anagonia

She had been trying for hours to get in contact with Fictions, with no luck, With a sinking heart she made to put away her radio equipment, it was a futile attempt anyway. Reaching out to turn off the transceiver she stopped, a cracking sound could be heard, the voice she heard was heavily accented but understandable
“Is this right person who sends message? We are Sekh'Kaare VI Oil Tanker from Fictions... Is this right channel?”

Space

There were GWO satellites in space, more than one would think. There were legions of them. Hundreds. Even over a thousand, actually.

The recent events in Anagonia and Fictions had caught the eye of the Spire. A madman using ion satellite technology to bring a massive nation to its knees in less than a month...

It was a threat. It had to be fought. The Kromgans were just barely higher than the Order in terms of military technology, and the Order also had size on the Kromgans. So what was to be done?

Various GWO satellites began taking pictures of the island in which Kromgan was rested upon. This was simply preparation for the incoming destruction of the classic Mad Scientist. The Order had analyzed their strategies already, and were making plans to overcome them with ease.

The Ralkovian fleet had landed, well not so much landed as arrived, Captain Julius Turnbull corrected himself. He looked at the small defenses on the shore of anagonia, everything had been abandoned. It was an easy arrival. The absence of bloodshed and the eerily silent peace marked this Ralkovian arrival. Of course the death guard commander standing next to him laughed.

Victory had been assured the second the anagonians had been attacked by the ion cannon. It was a dastardly move to actually attack but the death guard grand master had ordered the move and who would disobey him. Not even the Empress would so why some lowly captain.

Several observation planes flew over the ruins of the cities. Destruction on a grand scale was evident in every place death drones flew. It was an enviroment the death guard felt alive in.

It was only time before the death guard had arrived and amassed against the first resistance. At this point it was a small town with over 100 Death Guard assaulting the town militia. Now 100 death guard was a critical battle changing type of formation. They could easily change the tide of any conflict however against the town militia, while death guard snipers waited in the CRANE(basically an armored crane that lifts an armored platform) providing support the outcome would quickly be decided in mere minutes.

Map of Anagonia for future reference (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v622/Drakomis/Pictures%20drawn%20for%20me%20by%20other%20people/FINISHED-1.png)

Low Orbit - Space Station Apollo

Station Commander Samuel Richards and Sergeant Erica Piccards sat in the briefing room. Around them, Apollo senior officers were present. With only twenty-three crew, including Erica and Samuel, it was a scarce glimpse at the true capacity of what the space station looked like at full capacity. Senior Medical Officer Rosanna Dean sat in the chair beside Samuel, having taken the command load of managing the lower half of the station along with Senior Station Engineer Graham Perkins whom sat opposite of her. Station security was handled by Erica, whom sat beside Graham. Lastly beside Rosanna sat Station Supervisor Wayne Kirby, an old cosmonaut in his late forties that handled the rest of the crew and assisted the command staff in getting everything done. Together the five of them sat around a square table, the end against the wall where a flat-screen was presented for viewing purposes. The room itself small compared to the open spaces presented across the station.

Samuel was well aware that right now they were alone up in space. Provisions, according to Wayne, were well stocked enough to last half a year at present consumption rates. Surviving up here would be no problem as the station was in it's "best condition in decades" as Graham as put it. The rest of the crew, according to Rosanna and her recent check-up reports, was fit both physically and mentally for a long duration stay. Wayne had already told the crew about the situation down on earth. Some had shown distress and Samuel had given everyone two days to grasp the significance of the events that had taken place. Erica had already presented a detailed list of what weapons were carried on the station, all projectile based, and the two experimental weapons systems that could potentially be used for some type of counter-attack. This meeting had been convened in sole purpose to decide if the Apollo should wait this out or be that platform to counter whomever had destroyed Anagonia.

"The XLC Platform can be placed into the Athena's cargo bay," Graham Perkins said referring to the docked Military Buran Shuttle. "With some experienced crewman, I can do a few space walks to get it rigged into place." He gazed at Samuel whom nodded, looking at Erica as she was using her small keyboard at her sitting position to reconfigure the flat-screen display to show Apollo's closely guarded secret. Everyone paid attention when she cleared her throat, Samuel gazing with interest. "Commander, I believe we can have the Apollo Cannon up and running within a few days." She motioned her hand at the schematics of the station, showing power conduits and the basic cannon structure that had been put into place below the station not two months ago. "The main problem is power that we don't have to give this cannon," she said looking at everyone around her. "The only place I know to get a proper power source is from one of the ion cannon satellites CPS modules."

Samuel looked down, hands clasped together as he pondered the news. Destroying the ion cannons was a top priority in his view. However, gaining the capability to strike back at the enemy after they took away the hijacked cannons was just as important. He gave a strained expression, "Is there any way to make it one time use?" He noted Erica's glance to Graham, whom shook his head. "No command, Apollo wasn't constructed with the idea of rigging a cannon on her rear." Samuel heard soft chuckles as Graham added, "With due respect."

Nodding, he used his keyboard to show the schematics for the Athena MBS Shuttle. Leaning forward, he scratched his chin and keyed up the schematics for the XLC laser. There was some size difference between the two, but he wasn't sure how much. Graham seemed to pick up on what Samuel was thinking, "I believe we can still operate an arm at the same time as using an XLC, Commander." He gave a sly smile, "The XLC operates on it's own power, some top secret stuff." He waved a hand at the schematics, "The XLC will take up the full portion of the cargo bay, but the arm will still have ample room to reach out and grab onto a IC Satellite and possibly tow it to Apollo." He seemed to think for a moment, then added as he looked at Samuel, "Considering we can get Apollo within range of the Burans fuel consumption limit and somehow avoid activating the satellites self-destruction mechanism."

Nodding, Samuel looked between Rosanna and Wayne. "Can we get enough crew to manage this operation?" The two gazed at each other, wanting to shake their heads, but then retracted the motion as they jointly sighed. Rosanna seemed to fumble her words, "W-we can manage, sir." Wayne responded in a low voice, "I don't recommend this, Samuel. But we can do it." Everyone gazed at the Station Commander, waiting for his decision. Samuel pressed a few keys on keyboard, bringing up an old image of Union City. They all gazed, Rosanna going teary-eyed for a moment before Wayne patted her shoulder. Samuel sighing, looking down as he knew that people could and would die if things went horribly wrong. The last thing they needed was the loss of the Athena, but they had no choice but to risk it. Finally, after a few minutes of thinking, he raised his head and firmly said his decision. Wayne seemed distant as he rose with the others and went about knowing what he had to do.

Remnants of Anagonia

Sergeant Major Marlene Shepard stood on a hill two miles outside Grena near the Anagonia Ocean. She had been desperately trying to get a radio signal strong enough to bounce off any satellite or ship and have it's way to Fictions, knowing it far too impossible. It was only by pure luck that she had turned the dail to the right frequency at the right time, hearing the reply.

"Is this right person who sends message? We are Sekh'Kaare VI Oil Tanker from Fictions... Is this right channel?”

"Yes!" she screamed as he pressed the button on the receiver, forgetting all military protocol. Her worn down uniform and long raven-black hair bouncing with her anticipation, "Yes it is!" She nearly started to cry, "I am Sergeant Major Marlene Shepard, Second Division in the Anagonian Armed Forces, and I need to get into contact with Havok Agamemnon or Oscar Vladinchi!" She nearly wept, "Tell them we're still alive, we're still here! Tell them to send help!"

Praga Islands - City of Hresia

The Ralkovian Invasion was not expected here. Militia forces had formed at a lowly rate, only enticed by the Morse Code signals detailing the remnant of the Anagonia's Military plan to recover and restore some order. They knew about the previous destruction, knew how it affected them being on an island far from the mainland. The militia forces here had at least some naval capacity as long-range patrol ships were still docked, ready to be crewed by the naval stations seamen that had been spared the apocalypse before. They were to eventually head to West Island and gain some access to the Spaceport there, since the underground tunnels were destroyed during Anagonia's last war.

That was all going to happen, to help restore order, until the Ralkovians decided to take advantage of Anagonia's apocalypse and invade. Now, Hresia was the center of the first stage to repel the invasion. Only three-hundred capable soldiers were here, over two-thousand citizen militia standing beside them. A low amount of tanks from the naval base, including a few aircraft and gunships, could even be used. No naval ships could be crewed so early in this campaign, and to top it off all this happened so quick that the capable citizens had dropped to 500 since most fled. There was literally no hope as the citizen militia and soldiers started to flee to fight another day. By the hordes they ran for the docks, amassing on ships and whatever could be gained.

This sure wasn't a display of courage.

CA Aquira

These past week and some odd days Oscar and Havok had been staying in the local Anagonian Embassy where they coordinated the remaining military units spread across the Anagonian Confederation provinces. The homeland was a dead spot still with the military division in Greston, Santheres, Fictions and Greal were constantly telling Havok that if he didn't allow them to move in on Anagonia and restore order they'd rebel. Each time he'd order them, despite the pressure, to stand down and secure those nations just in case of a possible invasion. He kept on this, refusing to budge, informing them that he would not allow the rest of the Confederation to fall victim without a fight. Anagonia would not abandon it's obligations and protection. General Jason Freeman commanded the Fictions division of Anagonia forces, now under the oversight of Oscar Vladinchi. He maintained that Havok was doing the right thing.

When they had returned that day and hoped to see the remaining naval units dock at Fictionese ports, only to see their destruction, he realized just how right he had been. If, at any point, he had relocated any force amount to Anagonia that Jacob Stein would have destroyed them all. It was fortunate that he had been resolute, because now he felt despite seeing so many more die relieved at his decision. He had grasped onto Oscar's new plan when he heard the horrible and nearly killing-blow news that Ralkovians were invading Anagonia. Now, despite his resolution, he wanted to order everyone to Anagonia. But he had been right, and as he looked at Oscar he realized just what he was going to suggest. The two nodded at each other, sure now to leave the military forces protecting the Confederation provinces.

Havok gazed at Nita in her rant, standing himself about ready to go insane. Oscar stood beside him as he spoke, "Why can't you help us?" Confusion set in, he didn't realize Ralkovians were allied to anyone, let alone Fictions! He had a snarled expression as he considered the situation, gazing down. "Why can't anyone do anything anymore..."

(OOC: Sorry for crappy post, I'm really off today)

CA Aquaria

"Why can't you help us?...Why can't anyone do anything anymore..."
Nita clenched her fists and unclenched them, nothing had prepared her for this sort of thing, the choice of which ally to support and which to betray... A choice she had hoped would never have to have been made.
“I can't help... Ralkovia is an ally... I it where anyone else nothing would have stopped me from helping...” Honour that was the thing, to betray a friend was a great dishonour, it was just not done but how could she explain such a thing to the Anagonias? Surely they would think that she as being stupid, that she should forget all that and help a friend in distress even if it would mean turning against another friend.
“I wish I could help...I really do, I'm so sorry...”

***

Onboard the Sekh'Kaare VI Oil Tanker

"Yes it is!... I am Sergeant Major Marlene Shepard, Second Division in the Anagonian Armed Forces, and I need to get into contact with Havok Agamemnon or Oscar Vladinchi!... Tell them we're still alive, we're still here! Tell them to send help!"
“You heard the lady, even if you didn't understand her I tell you, we have a mission” The English speaker, he was new and had always wanted to be involved in some sort of important operation and this was his chance. A message from a ruined nation to their last remaining link of government! What luck that it was in his own nation, the others would be cynical about this but no matter.
“We have to get in contact with the government, um how do we do that”
someone else sorted
“Though AMAPPMI of course, who else? What's the rush anyway?”

***

CA Aquaria, AMAPPMI communications office

“AMAPPMI call centre how may I help you........ No I'm sorry I'm afraid you cannot do that........... Can I have some verification of your claim?” The secretary listened to the hurried voice who was eagerly jabbering away about some sort of Anagonian sergeant major trying to get in contact with their government. She knew all about the Anagonian situation and had been told that any word from Anagonia must be reported immediately “I'm sorry your word is just not good enough, do you have a recording perhaps? .............No? Well....No look....Listen I......Fine give the message” She rolled her eyes, the man seemed insistent, She tapped a few lines on her computer.
Claim of Anagonian solder request backup. Unverified. Trust? Dismiss?
Heavens knew it must get dull out to sea but no-one in their right mind would dare pull a stunt like this would they?
“Yes.. I got that” Her computer pinged, she skimmed the reply “all right sir, I will pass on your message and get back to you, however if this is some kind of prank......... all right I will take your word I was just giving a warning... Yes... Yes, goodbye” Hanging up she rubbed her eyes and after a thoughtful pause tapped out a new message.
Possible message from Anago. Message: Lady name Sgt.Major Marlene Shepard. 2nd Divison Anago. Armed Force. Still alive. Help wanted.

***

CA Aquaria Nita's Office

Nita stared at her hands waiting for the repose from Havok, she knew it would not be a positive one but instead of the angry outburst she was expecting a quite different message came on her call box.
“This is the AMAPPMI communications office, We have received word that one 'sergeant major of the Anagonian 2nd Division of the armed forces has attempted to make contact, they are apparently requesting help or backup and.....” The message paused for a moment, seconds passed the static from the box filled the room for nearly a minute before the voice continued “And one of our satellites has confirmed that there is still a manned crew onboard an Anagonian craft called.... Appollo? I am told that this will make sense to whomever hears it...”

The death guard attack on the city was a complete success. With only two casualties on the death guard side, which would put the death guard in the infirmary for about two weeks each, the battle was an easy victory. So far the news coming out of the region was Ralkovia was rolling through the former lands. Three more spearheads from the fleet would aim to take over the praga islands. A fourth spearhead would be opened up into Grena for a drive to Union City. The next few attacks would put the death guard in enough strategic positions to ensure a total victory. So far they had met only minor resistances and they were at a tactical advantage. The Kromgan's had really done a huge number on the Anagonians and they had encountered only small arms fire and limited enemy artillery support.

Death Guard 2nd Level Vice Commander[Lt. General] Descartes stood poised on a small hill overlooking another burning town. He had seen his first Anagonian in Fictions after the Stoklo-GWO war. He had led the resistance in fictions for some number of months before being called back. Now he was seeing many more Anagonians although most were either in body bags or having their limbs strung out in tree's.

The Ralkovian Death Guard had only spared those Anagonians who identified themselves as Jews, former Ralkovians, or babies under the age of 3. Although this had happened so few times that he could easily say that the Ralkovians spared no one. It was made clear to him that the Grand Master wanted an Anagonia empty of all people.

(sorry for short post I can only get on the computer a few times a day since exams are coming.)

Low Orbit - Space Station Apollo

The Apollo Space Station seemed to drift higher above the Earth, reaching the pinnacle as the sun emerged with a flash of brilliance. Below what was the dark side of the planet quickly became something of beauty. The lights of cities and nations gone, replaced by the clouds and landmasses that made the planet so beautiful to view from space. The station had long before stopped it's rotation, gravity non-existent inside it's protective shell. Activity seemed to bustle near the docking ring of the station as two large mechanical arms gripped some kind of satellite with a barrel end beside the mated Athena MBS Shuttle. Tiny white and orange specs signaled cosmonauts and astronauts hard at work with some operation.

Anyone tuned in to communications channels, especially satellites fitted with interception equipment, could indeed hear the ruckus of daily work that came from the labor happening around the Athena. She was crewed by four individuals, one whom was Station Commander Samuel Richards. Despite the objections of his crew he insisted that if this was to be a suicide mission and he'd have to give the go ahead, he would put his life on the line and take the consequences personally. There wasn't much logic in his rebuttal to the protests but everyone knew once Samuel made up his mind he refused to back. "Besides," he had pointed out then, "Erica is experienced enough to assume my role should anything happen."

Sergeant Erica Piccards sat in the Command Station on the main bridge level of Apollo. Usually reserved only for Samuel, she didn't like the feeling of assuming command of a responsibility that didn't need to be taken. Erica had been the loudest in the protests, citing rules and regulations. All of which were torn asunder by Samuel as he pointed out, rather bluntly, that those rules and regulations didn't exist anymore. It was only them now, and he was in Command. She had resigned herself to accept Samuel's decision after that. Now keeping a constant eye on the goings on outside the station via the many camera's and the communications link, ensuring all went well.

Senior Station Engineer Graham Perkins was busy in the spacewalk with two other Engineer's under his command. They worked diligently to attach the XLC laser into the platform assembly that would rise and lower the weapon upon a button switch in Athena's cockpit, linked to the cargo door switch. It had been a busy twelve hours. Graham having to monitor the station arms as they grabbed the XLC laser from the stations shuttle hold, causing him much unneeded stress due to a few near-miss disasters that almost occurred. Senior Medical Officer Rosanna Dean was beside Erica on the bridge of Apollo trying to maintain the operation and keep everyone level, the situation earlier causing her a headache that still lasted.

Unseen at the bottom of Apollo was three astronauts busy retrofitting the Apollo Cannon for use once an IC Satellite had been successfully captured and brought back to Apollo. They would continue to work, occasionally returning to the station and switching out with another shift to maintain a steady pace. Everyone who participated in the space walks knew the risks and dangers which increased with every hour in space. Saving whatever was left of their home outweighed the risks. Samuel kept a close eye on everything from the cockpit of BMS Athena, beside him in the co-pilots seat sat Jason Bergs, an Air Force officer whom Samuel had welcomed aboard Apollo personally a few months back. Together they maintained a constant watch on the shuttles position with the stations, making sure every link attached to the XLC laser was properly recognized by the Buran's computer.

The real work would come in the next few hours. Once the crews finished fitting the XLC into the Buran's cargo bay, Samuel and his three crew on the Athena would commence the most dangerous space operation conducted in Anagonian history. At any point an Ion Cannon could target them and turn them into stardust, leaving nothing but a broken and cracked shell of a shuttle to fall into the atmosphere. He hoped privately that they had the advantage of surprise. They would need every ounce of luck they could get, and any help that came their way, to succeed.

International Waters - 9,562 Miles from Kromgan

Captain Burton Erickson looked through his binoculars out into the empty expanse of ocean. Reports had come in that all the fleets locally stationed around Anagonia had been destroyed by some kind of beam from space. This was proven fact when he had contacted one of the many Military Bases residing around the globe when he was finally told the situation concerning the communications blackout. He had considered the event something relating to wartime. In his arrogance he didn't try to contact Headquarters, instead continuing on his patrol mission along with the fleet of ships in tow. He regretted that now, but at the same time was happy with his decision. Undoubtedly his lack of communications with the Homeland kept his Comrades and him safe from whatever enemy had utterly destroyed Anagonia.

Burton assumed the status of Fleet Commander following a joint meeting of all Captains in the seven-ship fleet. He commanded an Eagle-Class Aviation Cruiser (http://hawk.proboards1.com/index.cgi?board=Military&action=display&thread=28&page=1#341), the Pure Dawn. On board was stationed an air wing of ten F-35 Lightning II Joint Strike Fighter's and twelve Aerospatiale Dauphin's which provided ample helicopter support. Two HV-22 Osprey's were carried on board for the small marine detachment on the Pure Dawn, followed by five CH-53E Super Stallion's used for transport and other special operations. He figured that variety was key to getting operations done and was proud of his ships service these past years.

Following the Pure Dawn was two Dauntless-Class Battlecruiser's (http://hawk.proboards1.com/index.cgi?board=Military&action=display&thread=28&page=1#329) for general surface combatant role. The missile shield for the fleet was provided by the two Warhammer-class Frigates (http://hawk.proboards1.com/index.cgi?board=Military&action=display&thread=28&page=1#333) and the single [url=http://hawk.proboards1.com/index.cgi?board=Military&action=display&thread=28&page=1#330]Houston-Class Nuclear Powered Missile Guided Missile Cruiser. Beneath the waves, three submarines surrounded the fleet. A single Shuka-B Akula Class Attack Submarine maintained point while two SSN-688 Los Angeles Class's stayed at the sides a many miles a part.

They were heading, unknowingly, towards Kromgan. The heading had been the last message received from Headquarters before the destruction of the Homeland. No mission, no specifications, just a destination. Burton considered this a sign of something significant and had ordered his new fleet to check it out. Hopefully they'd find some remnants of Command there. Maybe even survivors.

Remnants of Anagonia - City of Ruuda

Lt. Colonel Dreka Yamo stood outside the city limits along the National Highway as a convoy scavenged mechanized tanks and equipment drove past. They had mainly taken T-72BV Main Battle Tanks from military bases that had stored them after the switch to the Abrams. Various other platforms, including a few T-55M Battle Tanks and M113A1 Armored Personnel Carrier's. Dreka had discovered that many of the useful weapons platforms had been transported oversea's to the provinces of the Anagonian Confederation, where most of Anagonia's military might currently resided. Due to this he had to resort to confiscating tractor trailers for transporting most of the equipment and supplies across the Rudavian border into Drekamythia, where he planned on quelling this rebellion quickly. Fuel was plentiful in Anagonia at this time, probably due to the fact that he had moved quickly to arouse the remaining military strength in the Homeland and gained key cities in Nodea Rudav for his personal civil war.

He had given the responsibility of the remaining gathered forces to Sergeant Major Marlene Shepard, the only remaining Officer he had managed to find in the ranks. She had command of at least a battalion of confiscated mechanized tanks and transports, with a good portion of the twelve-thousand soldiers that had been gathered thus far. In proportion, Dreka ordered four thousand of the twelve and a Company of the mechanized tanks and transports to his use. The aircraft, which included gunships and whatever fighter and bomber craft that could be used, had been split even. In Dreka's case, he mainly transported AH-1 Cobra's on the rigs.

As the last of the convoy came into view, a single M113A1 took to the side and stopped for Dreka. He would order it at the front of the convoy later. Ahead was undoubtedly his largest challenge yet. Fighting his own brothers and sisters and, hopefully, not having to use the two SCUD launchers that he had placed along the border.

Remnants of Anagonia - City of Rudavia

On the map, Rudavia was considered to be the capitol of Nodea Rudav. Unfortunately this was not the truth. New Moscow had been the political and economic center of the past Soviet province, holding all agencies necessary to maintain a stable and free governing assembly. It had been destroyed, as with any hope of a resurrection of Soviet ideals. Marlene Shepard crowded her troops into Rudavia for the time being, sending troops and tanks along the border where roads and highways reached strategic fueling stations that were now so immensely needed. She had the reports that the Praga and Independence Islands had fallen to the invasion, and that everyone who had fled had died except for a few lucky ones getting out in time. Nothing in her training prepared her to accept the fact that her Comrade Brethren in the Anagonia Province would have to accept domination by the Ralkovians, Dreka and she deciding it best to reserve the remaining forces to the Nodea Rudav province and stretch out once the Ralkovians were repelled.

Her message to that sailor had been received, she knew it. Soon, hopefully before the Ralkovians reached the border between the Nodea Rudav and Anagonia Provinces, the military power that remained in the Confederation would come to save the day. Until then, she waited, watched, and listened for the first signs that the Ralkovians were near.

Kromgan - Dictators Hill

Dr. Jacob Stein stood on the lonely hill that was on the outskirts of his city. Kromgan over the past week had become somewhat of a super power. Destroying a nation twenty times the size of his own nation, with enough military power to crush his in hours. He never considered that they might have survival instincts stronger than whatever he could expect. In any matter, he always shoved the idea aside that they could even counter-attack at this point. All that was left was to destroy Fictions, or maybe just the Capital to finish off whatever government remained of Anagonia. His new weapons of mass destruction would play a key role in intimidating everyone to bow to his demands. If they didn't, it would be Anagonia all over again.

Behind him, in the city layers high, resided slaves and minions whom served his every will. They were beyond hope, bred into knowing his mastery over them. Technology had advanced under his iron fist, so much so he had used many of his slaves as foot soldiers in twisted experiments to create the perfect war machine. He would unleash this abominations onto the world soon enough, thinking on whom best to test his new designs on in the coming weeks. Anagonia would soon loose his interest, already an entire province willing to bow before his every whim. Whatever was left would be supplied by his atrocities of war, used to quell all the pathetic survivors into his perfect slaves.

He grinned, the sun setting on another perfectly planned day. Perhaps a detour to the mines to kill a few of his minions for his own pleasure. Maybe even watch as they're torn a part by his bioengineering creations.

CA Aquaria

Havok tilted his head, scratching it as Oscar's face lit up. "They're alive," he said in a soft gasp. Havok looked to the old man, whom seemed so happy his face gleamed with brightness. The Emperor-to-be then gazed at Nita, shocked by her statement towards the Ralkovians and surprised by the message that had been received. It was all becoming too much, he standing and starting to pace the room now. He grunted, opening the door and retiring for the hallways. There, he would think. There, he would decide what to do next.

Oscar Vladinchi remained, standing now as he watched the door close and Nita look up. He nodded towards her, "Do you know anyone, anyone at all, that has space-based capabilities?" He moved towards her a bit, "I need to know. I need to get a message to Apollo." A gleam in his eye, "They may be our last hope at destroying those Ion Cannons."

CA Aquaria, Fictions

"Do you know anyone, anyone at all, that has space-based capabilities?" He moved towards her a bit, "I need to know. I need to get a message to Apollo." A gleam in his eye, "They may be our last hope at destroying those Ion Cannons."

Fictions did not have a space program as such, it had all the basics, satellites, a few telescopes but nothing major and nothing that could be used to send messages to Apollo. Nita shook her head and glanced around the office, sure she knew many countries had space programs but none that would be willing to help in this possibly suicidal task... If the lunatic found out someone had helped he would surely target them and no-one would put themselves at such a risk.
“I'm sorry... I don't know anyone... who...” She stopped talking, a thought, just a small thought had crossed her mind, there was someone with a space program who might just, with a bit of persuasion, be willing to help... After all, they still owed Fictions for the help given a while back and for this favour certain debts might be forgotten, and their space program was a good one.
“There is one who might be able to help”

***

Valbourne, Terraficial Blanc South

“Sir, a call for you”
Regulus Caligari carefully placed a slip of paper in his book and placed it on his desk, today had been a peaceful day, a slow day where nothing had happened, he cherished days like this where he had the time to simply sit in his office and read. Of course it would get rather dull if all days were like this and the people would get restless, maybe even rebellious and that would not do, but for all of that, quiet days were a rarity and were cherished.
“Who is it? Is it important?”
“Yessir, It's Mrs. Ellison of Fictions, she says it is very important”
Caligari sighed, whenever Fictions came asking for favours it was often stressful or expensive, but they were useful as an ally, they sold oil cheaply to their friends and that was always a good thing.
“All right put her though”
The secretary pressed a button on the phone.
“Mrs. Ellison, always a pleasure” He said this casually, slipping effortlessly into English
“Thank you, I'm sorry to call like this, I would not normally ask but I need a favour”
“All right... What is it”
“Is your space program still running?”
Why on earth did she need to know that? “Yes it is... How come”
“Well, there has been a... Situation”
He listened at first in shock, then disbelief and at last in horror as she told the story of what had happened in the past few weeks and what she was requesting
“You want us to help the Anagonian Apollo take out these Ion cannons? From what I hear of this madman if he finds out I am involved he will target me too! How do we know he is not listening in on this right now?”
Now he came to think of it he had seen some images of the destruction of Anagonia, he had thought nothing of it at the time, what did it have to do with him? But now he was being thrust right in the middle of this and if the madman was listening then he would think that TBS was involved and therefore a target
“I am sorry I cannot put my nation at such a danger”
“Just think of it this way, we have been talking so if he was listening he would know about you and may even be preparing to make you his target as a precautionary measure”
And that seemed to be that, he sat in silence, staring unseeingly at a painting on the wall, after a few minutes he made his decision.

***

A message received at Apollo

From the TBS Constantino's Commander Felice Valenti
We have been instructed to tell you that we have been given the task of assisting
the Apollo in all measures of help concerning the Kromgan crisis, should you need
out help, send a reply with instructions.

CA Aquaria - Fictions

Oscar Vladinchi nodded, "I think we might have hope then." He looked around the room not seeing Havok anywhere. "Hey, you know where Agamemnon went to?"

***

Havok Agamemnon had returned to his quarters at the Anagonian Embassy. Security was tighter than ever around here as proof was heard by the constant flights of AH-1 Cobra Gunships overhead. Surprisingly it didn't make Havok feel any safer than before. The sounds of soldiers marching and dignitaries discussing seemed to remind him of all he had lost in the homeland. It was a depressing time for the de facto Emperor. Being around so much drama for so long unnerved him. He had to be able to do something to resolve the crises of not having a place to call home.

Out of desperation he picked up his PAD and forgone the warnings of Oscar Vladinchi. The madman be damned if he picked up this signal. The nearest Confederation Province besides Fictions that was out of harms way was in Greston and Havok knew the General there. Making a brief call, he managed to get in touch with General Luther Jackson. It was time to go back on his previous order of keeping Confederation forces in their duties abroad. Someone had to come home to fix this situation in force. He was glad that at the end of the conversation Luther understood.

With that out of the way Havok sat himself on the end of his bed. Placing both hands on his face and kneeling forward, he sighed heavily. Emotions came forward and unable to hold them back he sobbed. He cried not only for the millions that had been killed, but the hope for a constant and safe future that had died with the Republic.

Low Orbit - Space Station Apollo

The Athena MBS Shuttle was already detached from the station and underway towards its first objective. The mission had been planned out to the last detail. Station Commander Samuel Richards and the four others on board the Athena were the last line of hope against the orbital threat of the ion cannons. Capturing one was the first priority, then destroying the others would come next. The Apollo would use its thrusters and retro-rockets to adjust its orbital course and velocity to adapt to the Athena's trajectory. This would make the return trip from he first objective shorter and fuel consumption at the minimum.

Samuel was guiding the Athena along the plotted course. Giving the shuttle a good thrust from the main engines first before using the momentum and retro-rockets to guide the rest of the way. They didn't have much to go with here so time was critical. Already they had the first orbital satellite in lock and it was estimated to take around three hours before they were in prime condition for a grab. The Apollo was busy monitoring the situation when it picked up a transmission from another vehicle nearing the station. Samuel was alerted, but because he was too concentrated on the task at hand it was left to whomever was in charge at the station. The response was given, some plans altered, and hopefully a pathway for supplies opened.

TBS Constantino:

We are hopeful to see another nation entering to assist us. It would be a great moral booster if you carried supplies with you. The Apollo is in dire need of a temporary chain of supplies to restock. Operations are already underway to deal with enemy satellites and, if the situation calls for it, we will ask for assistance. We will be guiding you for docking procedures for the station. Please mark telemetry and course corrections per our guidance system.