NationStates Jolt Archive

(ooc: skip the italicized portion if you do not want to read the development and history behind the situation. I plan for this war to bring our nation out of MT and into FT, but for now MT will be what we are looking for in participants)

The Corporation of Freiheitsfelder located in Southern Jacobiania was the first company allowed privatization in Communist Jacobiania. The Company, named Freiheitsfelder (German for freedom fields) was a cheese and beef agricultural franchise that made up most of the countries exports. Slowly, as communism fell and a Democratic Socialist system rose, the company got more power. Discovering uranium in their grazing fields, the company began strip-mining the land, leaving only enough grazing fields for their ever popular cheese industry. After a lengthy debate on weather the company should expand, the Jacobian Government allowed the company to drill offshore for oil, which would be spread thought Jacobiania Equally, leaving the company with 1% profit. However, only 5 weeks after the offshore drilling began, the Socialist Democracy gratefully handed control of the country to Demarchists, who would lead the nation to the ultimate form of democracy. All the wealth and power of the company suddenly fell into its own hands. In one year it employed 15% of the population of Jacobiania and virtually bought the city of Südeis. The Demarchy grew wary of the power accumulating in Freiheitsfelder. Rumors where being spread that the company had murdered competing companies CEO’s, blackmailed its employees into hard labor with little pay, and threatening workers who did not work hard enough. The Collective of the Jacobian Demarchy unanimously voted 12 spys should be sent to the Freiheitsfelder in various factories, posing as workers, to find more information on the company’s shady side. What they found was astonishing. The rumors where true, the employees where threatened daily, and workers families where threatened to make sure they did not quit. But they found something much, much worse. The CEO had ordered that 50 nonproductive workers be HANGED each month as an example to keep their workers productive, and this information was kept secret by blackmail. The Collective was horrified. In an emergency pull, 50,000 people where told of the events in Südeis and asked for their vote on what to do on the crisis. The conclusion was met with 99% unanimous vote. Direct military action.
Freiheitsfelder of course, got wind that their secret was out. During the vote for the actions to be taken on them, Freiheitsfelder hired a mercenary army, which was met with little resistance entering the ports of Südeis. As 2,000 Jacobian paratroopers prepared to drop from their helecopters, 10 thousand mercenaries where bunkering in the skyscrapers of Südeis. Armed to the teeth with RPG’s and light machine guns, the mercs won with no contest. Helicopters rained their flaming bits of shrapnel down on the streets, and the few men who pulled their parachutes where moped by gunfire before they could even pull their weapons.
The mercenaries fanned out, taking all the land 25 miles north of Südeis, killing every man, woman, or child that got in their way. Freiheitsfelder declared itself independent of Jacobiania, and seized control of all people, land, and recourses in the area. “We will not let a communist, anti capitalist government threaten the empire we worked so hard to build” said the CEO of Freiheitsfelder over a massive crowed, forced by the mercs to attend. “We shall protect our employees with our cash and bullets! Not even the government can stop the forward movement of our corporation! LET THE CASH FLOW INTO OUR NATION, AND DROWN OWR ENEMYS!” The crowd cheered out of fear, those who moaned and cried where shot by the mercenaries.

Image (http://www.gameogre.com/reviewdirectory/upload/World%20in%20Conflict.jpg) of the slaughter at Südeis

(ooc: now a short summary for those who skipped the story.)

Jacobiania: nation under a Demarchist (http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Demarchy) government, finds the Freiheitsfelder Corporation is killing and blackmailing its employees to increase its profit. A unanimous poll sends troops over to the city Südeis, now under the control of the company, in order to stop their madness.
Freiheitsfelder: A company that kills and threatens its workers gets wind that their secret is out. In fear of loosing their massive profits accumulated over the years, the CEO hires mercenaries to stop the government takeover of their company. Jacobiania troops suffer a massive loss and Freiheitsfelder claims possession of the southern tip of Jacobiania, with plans of enslaving the people and making a powerhouse economy.

MAP (http://triton.imageshack.us/Himg152/scaled.php?server=152&filename=revolutionmap.jpg&xsize=640&ysize=480) of southern Jacobiania (Red shows area occupied by Freiheitsfelder)

(OOC: IMPORTANT!!! Please don’t depress this thread about how “a company would never do that”, or “this story is stupid” I don’t care if the plot has some holes in it, complaining will just be a big bummer, and I, along with others, just want to have some fun with this)

Freiheitsfelder is VERY impressed with the quality of the mercenaries and plans to hire thousands more…
(ooc: It would be nice if someone would take the role of the mercenaries or their leader)

“a company would never do that”

ooc No one would say that here

but you are New an yet to meet some of the companies here on NS and seen what they would do

~Official Communique~
~Office of the President~

To: Jacobianian Government
From: President Ingram Hasley, the Democratic Republic of Cazatania

After reading the report upon what has been happening in your nation and the atrocities commited by the Freiheitsfelder Corporation, I had a sudden rush of uncontrollable anger. Murder for profit? We already know another corporation that does such things along with it's puppet alliance, and we will not let another rise at the expense of the free people of Jacobania. I am more than willing to send soldiers, arms and monetary supplies to aid your struggle. I have 150,000 men currently able to be deployed overseas to aid you in the defense of your nation. As for the corporation responsible, our senate passed a bill banning their products early this morning, and taking over their establishments in Cazatania. As I have said before, our men are at your disposal and you need but say the word and the Freiheitsfelder corporation will be in a world of pain.

Sincerely,
~President Ingram Hasley
President of the Democratic Republic
Head of the Libertarian Party of Cazatania
Combat Veteran

Channel 9 News, Longyearbyen
JDC LAUNCHES OFFENSIVE ON FREIHEITSFELDER STRONGHOLD

Port Torgils (http://battlefield.ea.com/battlefield/bf2142/images/map_cerberelanding-lg.jpg) is a stronghold under Freiheitsfelder control. The port served as the chief defensive hub for the Freiheitsfelder’s protection in the Hornsund fjord. Tasked with seizing the harbor, JDC (Jacobian defense core) General Henery Kornel sent 50 unmanned amphibious transports filled with “scarecrows” or wax soldiers, to a small camp 2 miles down river. The transports had computer automated heavy machine guns that fired on the camp for added effect. Freiheitsfelder mercs fell for the trap, and sent their Hell brigade to destroy the incoming transports. This succeeded in moving personnel away from the base and heavy fortification down river. Upstream, 50 commando units emerged from the water. Discarding their scuba gear, they silently infiltrated the base. Once inside they sabotaged the defenses, allowing the General to land his forces in the main harbor. As the task force effectively took out the downriver defenses, the wax dolls downriver exploded, having TNT stuffed into their chest. This took out most of the camps defenses, however left the attack force, nearly to the camp, alive and kicking. The attack force, known as the Hell Brigade, was now ordered to attack their own Stronghold that had been taken by the JDC. The Ensuing violence continues today, as Port Torgils receives continual reinforcements from the JDC troops. Heavier fortifications are being escorted to the Base as of now to ensure its protection and to create a key base of operations in Freiheitsfelder. Massive casualty counts on both sides has been reported, with over 1200 of the JDC, and unconfirmed deaths of the Freiheitsfelder mercs, although casualties are predicted at over 2000. More on the situation as it develops.

To: President Ingram Hasley
From: J.D.N.
Thank you for your kind contribution to our struggle against corporate tyranny. Your troops Shall be stationed at Hornsund and Port Torgils to defend against the Hell Brigade. With your support we are guaranteed swift victory against their onslaught. Thank you for your support.

Sincerely,
collective leaders of national security,
Jacobian Defense Net

Samson Forward Operations Base
Cazatanian Thordesian Colonies
South Pacific Region
Sunday, May 12th, 2016
1:35 AM

"Oh fuck it all, John. We all know the reason we're here is because Hasley is paranoid about another Griff rising up and going all crazy about oil." complained Private Jason Steel as he lifted a ten kilogram weight with one hand with his rifle slung over his shoulder in full gear.

John laughed and then continued diligently cleaning his G77A1.
"Yeah, you're probably right. But whatever, it gives me the excuse to brag at the bar about killing six mother-fuckers with my bare hands." he joked. A shadowy figure emerged out of the doorway with a burning cigarette in his mouth. He inhaled some smoke and exhaled, blowing the smoke into the room where the two recruits were spending their time. He emerged from the dark outside and into the light.

He was definitely not a young man. He was in his late thirties and had obviously been in the military for quite some time. His unbuttoned BDU coat showed a bloodstained army issue khaki tee-shirt. The only thing other than his BDU that he was carrying was his venerable G65 rifle and a old model Enfield revolver, most likely taken off the corpse of a dead Red Skull soldier.

"Who the hell are you?" asked John.
"Sergeant Augustus Cole, and you are the resident dipshit I assume?" Cole answered.
"Corporal John Fischer, second mechanized infantry."

The two men reluctantly saluted each other. Jason looked at Cole's outfit.
"Are you going into the fight like that or are you just like that because you're off duty?" he jokingly asked him.
"Oh, just the standard stuff the guys at the armory hand out. Might see if I can score a tomahawk from the stores before they're completely out of stock." Cole said.

"You know, I'm starting to like you." smiled Jason as he opened the cooler and tossed Cole an ice cold beer, which he anxiously opened. He took a sip and then sat it down on a large wooden table before setting himself down on a plastic chair.

"So, what unit are you with, Sergeant?" questioned John, motioning for Jason to pass him a beer, which was welcomed into his hands a few seconds later.

"Fifteenth light infantry, we're going in by chute to take out as many important targets as is humanly possible." answered Cole.
"How many of you guys are dropping in?" Jason asked after taking a sip of his beer. Cole thought for a second.

"I think something close to fifteen hundred, I can't remember exact numbers."

Jason yawned.
"Fuck it, I'm going to sleep, we're supposed to be on the ground in two days so I might as well hit it."
"Good night then, Jason. See you tomorrow morning."

With that the group dispersed back to their duties and barracks. Soon there would be blood to be shed, and its better done after a good sleep.

Channel 9 News, Longyearbyen

Freiheitsfelder has upped its purchases for mercenaries, dumping 50 billion UD into mercenary purchases. MERC, or Mercenary Elite Recruiting Company, has considered simply giving their company to Freiheitsfelder for their continuous purchases and dedication to the company.
"we where never really popular before Freiheitsfelder demanded independence" says CEO of MERC
"now every time we get a purchase I get to take a vacation. Our company heads can pretty much retire at this point"
Rumors are going around that MERC has given Freiheitsfelder a price for the company, and that negotiations are currently underway. Current MERC forces in Freiheitsfleder are estimated at over 12 million, and heavily armed with Tanks, FA-37 assault rifels, and full body armor. more on this as it develops.

OOC: i will post links to images when my post count goes up on this account, apparently i need more :(

Private Letter to the Corporation of Freiheitsfelder

The Karuchean Nation offers full support for your endeavors. All traces of Communism and world liberalism must be eradicated. Karuchea not only offers investment potential in the future and deals to be made on an economic level, but also offers her military troops.

If you will allow us to use an airstrip or two, we can transport reinforcements to aid in your great cause.

The best of luck, your friends eternally;
Ati Rumi, Foreign Minister of Karuchea.

Encrypted Telegram to Nation of Karuchea

Thank you for your support. May our nations prosper together! The Airport in Südeis was effectively overrun with only minor damages. should you approach from the south side of the city, your aircraft *should* be safe. Extra effort shall be taken to secure the sky's in the following days. Runways where made to have aircraft approach from the east, but with a Little explosive force we can move some undesireable buildings in the way. Remember, it is vital that you approach from the south, and only the south.

Private Message to the Corporation of Freiheitsfelder

Understood. We are now sending a first wave of reinforcements, to be under the command of Hakim Turan; he will be the commander of the Karuchean forces in Freiheitsfelder. Our first wave will be accompanied by several MiG 37s and an accompanying bomber division; it will include AK-97 variants and other smaller arms for aiding Freiheitsfelder men. We expect that around 250,000 men will arrive from the South. A second force of a further 250,000 should also be sent, but only if needed.

We also are sending an emissary in the form of Birlut Takir, who will discuss arrangements for future economic dealings in-person, as well as the future of your country.

(ooc: sorry i could not continue this thread for a while, was on vacation. I'll assume fighting has continued for a year now, with little or no land gained or lost on both sides)

Channel 9 News, Longyearbyen

Jacobiania is preparing for a massive update in the JDC technology and weapons. As of now, mass production of the new combat armor (http://battlefield.ea.com/battlefield/bf2142/images/eu_assault.jpg) is underway. 50% of the army Shall be equipped with the new combat armor by the end of the month, with 90% equipped by 3 months. along with new combat armor, the soldiers shall be equipped with SCAR 11 AR's (http://battlefield.ea.com/battlefield/bf2142/images/w_assault_scar.gif). Rumors are being spread that a JDC vehicle overhaul is underway, updating JDC's vehicles to better combat the Freiheitsfelder threat. These updates to the military are expected to give Jacobiania the upper hand and to be used to push back the Freiheitsfelder.

Around a great mahogony table sat the most powerful men in Catilio, the Board of Directors. The twelve sat relaxed, sipping fine champagne while reclining in their leather upholstered desk chairs. The room was well lit, with fine paintings adorning the walls, imported from other nations of course. No Catili would waste time on such triviality as the arts.


At the head of the table sat their chosen leader, the Chief Executive Officer. "Have you heard of the matters occuring in Jacobiania?" Mr. Daniels asked his fellow Board members curiously. "I have heard of a corporate entity striking out to attain political power."


"Oh really?" Inquired Mr. Harvard, "This is most interesting indeed. A fellow corporatist nation."


"That is what I thought too," Daniels replied, pausing to take another sip from his wine glass. The other board members were attentive now. "That is, of course, why I called this meeting today. I believe it is in our interest to intervene."


"What is there to gain, might I ask?" Mr. Travis asked, curious.


"Why, Mr. Travis, I am disappointed in you," Harvard replied with a cheshire cat grin. "When did you learn to be so bothered by our expansion?"


"Who said I did, my friend?" Travis returned the grin. "I simply am curious if such an endeavour could further line our pockets."


"Perhaps," the CEO responded. "But at any rate, there is chaos. And where there is chaos, there is opportunity. Let us move in, storm the nation, enslave it, and use whatever resources it has for ourselves. And once it has been dried up, we shall take what we can, and dismantle the rest."


"It is a good plan," another Board member concurred. "I vote in favor." Within minutes, all thirteen men present had as well. The Catili Corporate Armed Forces (CCAF) were to mobilize immediately. Within three days, a battlefleet would be instriking position. Meanwhile, they would wait.


****

Even though the sun had risen over the horizon, scarce light could penetrate the dense upper layer of fog which hung lazily over the land. A white blanket, a gray haze, and bluish tint held itself perpetually in the sky, a harsh reminder to the reality of living in the Corporatist Conglomerated State of Catilio. During the morning the hanging fog was so thick that one could not see the end of their hands outstretched before them, nor could they bear witness to the awesome machinations of death and carnage being produced by the thousands in great manufactories throughout the land. These great monoliths of industry, with skyward lurching rusted metallic silver smoke stacks belched tons of poisonous gases from the dark catacombs of production beneath. Within were massive machines laboring endlessly to create more machines of war. Munitions to be fired, rifles to fire them, armoured cars, tanks, infantry fighting vehicles, fighter craft, strategic bombers, helicopters, everything needed to make war upon the land was produced in great surplus. Men who tended to the mechanical cybernetics which worked in the creation of these devices, scurried about the dimly lit catwalks, which clanked loudly as they stepped and echoed deeply into the cavernous reaches of the facilities. They were tired, oh so tired, but rest was not allowed until their overlords allowed it. They would continue to scurry from station to station, checking that each machine was in order, that each piece of equipment would not fail. If the machine failed then production would be slowed. Should production be slowed then less equipment would be produced. This would result in inefficiency. Efficiency is everything. Without efficiency the Corporate Armies could not scower the lands for the materials they needed to build more, they could not sell their products, they could not function. The Catilian society would collapse.


”And that,” Noted Manufactorum Manager 1st Class Gregory Beck, standing in his black suit with red tie and scarlet M patch upon his sleeve, “Would be bad for business.” He smirked lightly as he watched the cybernetics rapidly swivel to pick up parts, drop them onto great conveyor belts, lock in bolts, tighten screws, and prepare each creation for battle. His arms rested behind him and he turned from the floor. His office was the only well lit station in the facility, which glowed like a beacon from the heavens to those below, yet they dared not covet what lay within the golden sun which was his office quarters. To even stare in its direction for any extended period of time would result in accusations. They’d be noticed. The State Guards were everywhere. Cold, calculative, and precise. They felt no emotions, neither hate nor joy. They simply existed, hidden behind their armoured battle uniforms and black masks with those piercing red eyes, those eyes which made children unleash shrill shrieks and grown men soil themselves with fear of. They were born of professional mothers, women who were enslaved and forced to give birth constantly to these men. Their childhoods are spent warping their minds of personality, of fear, of all sense of right and wrong save the completion of whatever task they are assigned. They are the perfect soldiers of the Corporatist State. Beck’s manufactory had its own company of these State Guardsmen to ensure the complacency of its labour staff. They submitted to his will for the good of the State, else they were executed for the good of the State.


“So,” He spoke to the drawn eyed girl which lay limply on his leather couch, then paused to glance around his domain before returning his attentions to the girl. Pale green carpeting, black leather on his couch, silk sheets upon his bed and feathers within it, he lived a luxurious existence as did all Corporatist societal leaders, the factory managers, the Governors, and of course their leadership, the Board of Directors. The girl’s eyes stared endlessly into the carpet; no signs of life save the fact that she blinked and her chest rose and fell from breathing. He smiled at her, running a cool hand through his slicked back brown hair. He continued, “So how do you like the upper levels?” She did not acknowledge him. “I said, bitch, do you enjoy the Managerial Offices?” His voice grew harsh. A hastily gathered dress was thrown onto her, it was golden and shone brilliantly with the warm lights, however contrasted against her pale, drawn skin and tired eyes. She was very young, no older than in her middle to late teens, and would have been called beautiful had she had available to her the same comforts of the Capitalist Class. She still yet, did not respond. Gregory Beck, not used to this kind of recalcitrance, sighed.


“It is a shame too. You’d make a good fuck. Sergeant?” He beckoned on a microphone attached to his suit’s collar. “Escort this filthy rabble to the incinerator.” He snickered at the girl, who cast her sad blue eyes at him. She spoke not, yet a tear streaked across her cheek. “I do hope you find yourself most comfortable below.” The Guardsman entered, crimson chevrons displaying his Sergeant’s ranking. He did not speak, but rigidly walked over to where the girl lay, and extended a black gauntleted hand to her scalp where his hands took hold of a large chunk of her faded blonde hair. She grimaced as he yanked her upwards and let out a small cry as he dragged her from the room. She kicked and tried in futility to fight against the Guardsman. In the end however, she submitted and was dragged away like all the others.


He had already forgotten of her existence and returned to his work desk. Requisition papers needed to be filled out to receive more materials for continued production. Some forms of nourishment was required to keep the workers alive and functioning thus a compromising amount of food and water was ordered as well, though costs were most certainly cut. Oil was needed for lubrication of the machines, as were spare machine parts for the various types of equipment they had. Working persistently was hard on the factories appliances, therefore repairs were a frequent necessity. He worked diligently on the various papers and once completed ordered a secretary to remove them. As she walked in he took note of her full chest, scarlet red skirt, and long slender legs. He smiled and she returned it. As she walked back to her desk outside his quarters, he made sure to make a….special meeting between them after the days work was done.


Chuckling, he said, “Ah, I love my job.”


Several hours passed. He had finished his paper work, and now found himself drifting into daydreaming, when his reveries were rudely interrupted by a knock on his door.


"Come in," he groaned, and instepped a man in a long, black flowing tunic. His epallettes had the six gold stars of a Field Marshal, and the red trim to represent State Guard. His face was pale, eyes cool and detached. He entered the room, his boots falling deliberately slowly and eerily onto the wooden floor with a loud and intimidating "clack".


"Manager First Class, I need these materials to be produced by the end of the day." In his enclosed, gloved hand he held a list of materials he would need. "Do not fail me."


"But...sir, this is impossible. This will take a week to pump out!" Fear gripped his eyes, knowing full well the threat was not veiled.


"I care not about the possible, only what is and is not. Complete the order, or I shall find someone who can." With that, he turned and left.


Gregory sighed, and sank back into his chair, running his hand through his hair. "Shit."

Official Response of the Fascist Federation of the Grand World Order

The Order will be granting asylum to the shareholders of the Corporation. Furthermore, we will be deploying combat personnel to destroy the Communist pigs and establish a proper, Fascist government. All forces who interfere will be destroyed accordingly, regardless of whom they may be. The Corporation's victory will be ensured, and the Order is willing to use all force necessary to do such.

The Democracy Supporter and the Communist work hand in hand again, as seen by the Cazelian support of the disgusting, putrid Jacobianian Communists!

No Democracy! No Communism! Fascism Forever!

Ein Volk! Ein Reich! Ein Fuhrer!

"Sir, the nations of Catillo and the Grand World Order are offering their support"

"Catillo? never heard of em" Lester Neely grunted "But The GWO? don't they have some massive war going on?"

"Yes sir they do." Tonia, Lester's secretary, spoke with her soothing voice as usual, words flowing from her mouth like silk. "I find it odd myself. Their whole operation seems a little, strange.... to say the least. They even called Jacobianians, and i quote putrid Jacobianian Communists!"

"Did I ASK FOR YOUR FUCKING OPINION!" Lester barked. Tonia should have known better than to speak her thoughts.

"no sir, I just assumed you might - "

"That I might care? Who do you think I am?" Lester paused. He felt he was being to harsh on her, but letting her speak her opinion could get him and her crucified. "still... Communists? the Demarchist's, Comunists?" He chuckled for a brief second. "These guys must be idiots. But idiots can be the most powerful people in the world, and therefor powerful allies. Send letters to both nations about how much we appreciate their assistance, go on with that bullshit for a paragraph or so, and then tell them that they can use our airport, that they can feel free to estabish an embassy in our nation, and continue with that gobeldy gook for an hour or so"

"yes sir, right away sir"
the door shut. Lester grinned and spun in his chair "back to the plans for invading Hornsund" he said to himself.

****

*HEAVILY ENCRYPTED TELEGRAM TO ALLIES OF FREIHEITSFELDER*

The City of Hornsund is ripe, and it is time to pluck it from the Demarchist claw. Over the next week Hornsund will be subject to heavy snowfall, perhaps even a blizzard. we will use the snow to mask the approach of a massive army, over a 20,000 strong. the troops shall be airlifted to the coast, far east of Hornsund. our troops shall be given cross country skis, to effectively travel along and down the Hornsund river. In order to mask their approach, vehicles and air support shall no be provided. reaching the borders of the city, the soldiers will ditch the skis and charge the Eldon buildings, three skyscrapers diagonally aligned with the Hornsund River. after the buildings are captured, men shall be sent to demolish the JDC headquarters across the road, by planting C4 into the supports of the building. Troops in the Eldon buildings will provide cover support to protect the soldiers from troops in the headquarters and potential threats across the river. Should the JDC headquarters fall, taking the rest of the city will be easy. troops will take the bridges, cross into the northern part of the city and bunker into buildings surrounding the Hornsund DCH (demarchist collective headquarters) and rain bullets and grenades untill the building is rubble.

MAP (http://img6.imageshack.us/img6/8295/battlemapforhornsund.jpg)

Recon photos (small):
photo #1 (http://forum.battle.no/uploads/1171050106/gallery_473_18_3668.jpg)
photo #2 (http://battletracker.com/images/bf2142/bf2142_mapshots/liberation_of_leipzig.jpg)

Assistance for this battle is welcome. any air support is impossible due to weather conditions. Our troops will be ordered to try not to kill male civilians, as we are always in need of slave labor. the troops may do as they please with the women, as they are always so, entertaining. children should be shot on sight. we do not need any brats wining for their parents, they are more trouble than they are worth. the attack shall commence by the end to the month.

((OOC: Democracy always supports the Communist and the Left wing over progress, thus, Democracy and Communism go hand in hand, especially in the IC eyes of the GWO. There's quite a bit more behind everything, but I don't have the time myself to explain it all.))

Encrypted

We have been able to direct a missile destroyer group and aircraft carrier to the Southern coast of the nation. These destroyers are carrying experimental "Sieg" and "Heil" missiles, of which the specifications are classified until release.

The aircraft carrier, according to your reports, will be useless temporarily.

Furthermore, we have sent a San Antonio cluster containing a Regiment of Marine Fallschirmjaeger Special Forces personnel, as well as a Battalion of Special Tactics Force Agents. The Fallschirmjaegers are experts at offensive operations, with Paradrop missions being their best, hence their name. The S.T.F. Agents are the widely feared elites of the GWO Internal Control Department, serving as the Grand Commander's own personal army, spending 20 years in training and testing before they are true Agents. Currently, we are intending to deploy more forces later, but choosing which units to send and organizing a deployment will take some time, as the military is mobilized for defensive purposes.

(OOC: ok, glad we cleared that up. but also remember that the IC eyes of Freiheitsfelder Communism, Democracy, and Demarchy are very different.)

Encrypted

your troops and missiles are greatly appreciated. although the specifications for the missile are classified, do you think you could tell us any of their effects? are the explosions large? is it safe? is it accurate?

Grand Admiral Fenton stood in the bridge of his Indestructable Class Carrier, CSS Division 13. Looking out over the sea, he could just make out the outline of he nation of Jacobiania. He smiled to himself, none of the other nations involved could possibly understand what was about to happen, none would dare to fathom it. And once it was unleashed, there was no turning back.


Patrick Fenton came from a very wealthy family of industrialists, part of the great Corporatistocracy of Catilio. His family had been delighted when he had announced his decision to join the Catili Naval Forces (CNF). After nearly fifteen years, and no doubt with his family's assistance, he had attained the rank of Grand Admiral, commanding a vast battlefleet which roved the seas, seeking out conquests for the good of the State. And conquer it did, with extreme prejudice.


"Commander," he called to his Operations Officer, Lieutenant Commander Draper Samual, "inform Commander Harold that we are in range. He can begin disgorging his Marines now."


"Aye aye," the Operations Officer said with a nod, and walked over to a communications terminal. Within moments, tens of thousands of Wanderjarian Marines, already prepped and ready for battle, would enter the ocean with their Landing Assault Vehicles, and roughly twenty-thirty minutes later would hit the beaches. Once on sight, they would establish a beach head, from which all inland operations would be conducted, and the island could be pacified.


"Soon," he thought to himself. "Soon my time of glory shall be at hand!"


(OOC: Sorry for such a shoddy post, I'm somewhat preoccupied at the moment. The next one shall be better, promise. ;))

To: the Government of Jacobiania
From: The office of the Prime Minister, The Grand Duchy of Noordeinde

Dear Sir, Madam,

The whole cabinet of our country is shocked about the fact that these "rebellions" took over the power in a part of your country.

My cabinet therefore made an Emergency Bill to send a Frigate (http://www.defenseindustrydaily.com/images/SHIP_FFH-LCF_De_Zeven_Provincien_lg.jpg) to the coast of your country. Our Bill succesfully passed in Congress and a Frigate (http://www.defenseindustrydaily.com/images/SHIP_FFH-LCF_De_Zeven_Provincien_lg.jpg) will be commisioned to your countries coast to support your troops.

Our Navy personnel and Marines can be deployed on the ground if nessecary.

If there is anything you need, please inform our Government.

Sincerrely Yours,
Jonathan Roosevelt
Prime Minister
The Grand Duchy of Noordeinde

Encrypted

To: Freiheitsfelder
From: The Grand World Order Office of Foreign Affairs

The idea behind the "Sieg" missile is simply speed. With a standard payload, the Sieg is expected to fly at at or above Mach 5, though testing is incomplete. This makes it one of, if not the, fastest cruise missiles in the world.

The "Heil" is a missile with a very, very low RADAR Cross Section (Roughly 5 ten millionths of a square meter; half of the RCS given from a B-2 Stealth Bomber). This led to its naming, as it can be pictured as sneaking up on the enemy and shouting "HEIL!" (Which means Hail in German, one of the languages of the GWO), completely startling the enemy with no warning beforehand.