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Catholic Insurections and rebellions; Very long written civil war! Anyone who wants to join just say so!
Topic Started: Jun 27 2008, 04:51 PM (1,151 Views)
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OOC: This is going to be a rather long story-oriented RP. Anyone who wants to get involved can, but it’s plot-driven, and I have most of it planned out already. The real reason I want to do this is to give a relatively legitimate change to my country because I’m really just bored with its government. It’s not a fun government to RP with. Way too normal. I cracked the idea after writing that suicide bomb thing earlier, and just kinda went with it.

I might be a little isolationistic, but in the end Ulgania will come out with some strengthened views. Anyone who wants in just say so… I might make it a little CYOAish for fun, but it’s going to be pretty long and tumultuous.

The setting is during a general withdrawal from Menhad back to Ulgania

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Returning to her home for the first time in months, Marcy Trensk did two things. First, she took off her overcoat. Second, she called a subordinate.

“Hey, it’s me. I’m back. Yes, I’m still set on this. We can start this whenever. Everything will go according to plan.”

Hanging up the phone, she put her overcoat back on, got in her car, and left Serpentine.

Driving out into the countryside, she found the dirt road she was looking for. An old friend, a priest lived at the end of this road. The sun shown through the trees above while she drove down the narrow road. It was after midday, and the warmth of the day had set in to stay.

Arriving at the cabin, she saw the priest waiting at his door. Tuning the ignition off, she got out to greet the old man, but was surprised when he spoke first.

He said, with a narrow smile on his face, “I always knew this day would come, Marcy.”

Marcy was very taken aback by this, and stood silently a few yards from the porch he stood on. Finally, she replied. “So you know.”

“How could I not? It’s all people talk about these days, isn’t it?” he said.

“Father, I…” she started to say.

The old man stepped off from the porch and approached her, putting an aged, firm hand on her shoulder. “Marcy, I’m not the only one who knew this day would come. But, tell me, why did you ultimately seek me on the eve of the most important act of your life?”

A tear ran down Marcy’s cheek as she fell into the priests arms. “Father, my lord, you were the one who gave me refuge all those years ago. You were the one who gave me a new life, and hope for a future. Then, when the Unification came you, who had given me so much opportunity was forced to disappear, to leave the stage,” Marcy said through choked back tears. “Now I’m going to change that. Please Father,” she said looking up into the Catholic priests aged eyes, “come to Serpentine with me, and together we can create a future, a brighter future!”

The old man looked down at her. He saw her face cracked with tears, as well as a bright smile. He knew how she spoke. He, a Catholic, could have power like none before him in the region had ever had. He could influence the world if he wanted, but he knew what his true path should be. “Marcy, my love for you as a Father has been returned to me with an offer like none before me have ever received. However, it wouldn’t be right. It would be a path that would destroy everything my faith has tried to accomplish,” he said.

A deep trebling coming from the air above made the two look up into the sky. Several jets flew overhead. “Do you see it Father? They represent our hopes, and our dreams. I’ve brought everything to life! I’ve won their hearts, and now they’re showing me their love by making it possible to change the world!”

“I’ll have none of it!” the old man said, casting Marcy out of his arms. “No. None of it at all. My faith won’t be used as a tool of war, and I can only hope that yours won’t either. Look at the paths you have created for yourself Marcy, and look at what they will lead to.”

The jets that streamed over head just moments earlier were being followed by a second wave. In the distance sounds of dull roars indicated large explosions.

“Father, this place is no longer safe. If you do not wish to go with me then I hope you will flee to safety,” Marcy said as she stood by her car.

“It is you who should flee young one. I’ve weathered worse storms than this, however, the one you’re creating about yourself will surely be the end of you.”

Without another word, Marcy got into her car and drove away. The drive back into Serpentine was hazardous. The lane leaving the city was clogged with people trying to flee, while hers was barely used except for occasional soul who tried crossing the median and entering that lane. More than once she nearly lost control trying to dodge oncoming traffic.

Planes circled above in dogfights that were impossible to win. Her pilots were determined; however it was hard to spot which were on her side from the ground.

Approaching the chancellery, she a large blockade. An Officer approached her vehicle, and she confirmed who she was. A curt salute told her she could move on. Moving toward the capitol building, she saw the flag up, showing that Chancellor Valentine was in.

She was surprised at the lack of defenses up around the building, but could only assume that her attack truly took them all by surprise. She had very little time though before Catholic ground troops would begin their assault on the city. Then, as long as the cities air defenses held out long enough she would be forced to evacuate. Better make this quick then, she thought to herself.

Entering the building, she wound her way through corridors until she found the Chancellor’s office. She extended to knock, but before her knuckles reached the door she heard Roland Valentine call from inside.

“I know you’re out there. Just come in.”

She entered the room, and saw that the large, highly decorated office was still the same as the last time she was in it, except that there was a group of Special Operations soldiers standing guard in the room.

“Might we have some privacy, Roland?” she asked.

The Supreme Chancellor, who had been sitting at the office’s large window watching the action outside, waved an arm. The soldiers saluted to his back, and left the room.

“I take it all of this is your doing, of course,” he said.

“My my my, aren’t you perceptive.”

“It’s obvious. You’ll never win you know,” he said, standing up now.

“Oh, and why don’t you turn around?” she said, brandishing a handgun and aiming it expertly at the chancellor.

Turning, he appeared to be the epitome of calm. “If you kill me, what will you accomplish? Your coup will have been a completely success, but what will happen later? You’re doing this in the name of religion! The unity that managed to bring everyone to the table in the first place will have been for nothing. You know this.”

She was slightly taken aback by this, she still went on undeterred. Yes, but we Catholics would remain unified. We will conquer those who splinter.”

“Does he agree?” Roland asked, stepping towards her.

Marcy’s face froze in shock. He had to have meant the priest. Regaining her complexion, she said, “Yes he does as a matter of fact. He’s just old though, and lost his way. He would be of no help at all.”

“Marcy, don’t do this. Look at the path in front of you. Just think of how this will end!”

Bringing the gun back up, and aiming it at Roland’s head she said, “I know exactly how this act will end, and this will be your curtain call.”

A blast. A flare from the muzzle. A bullet rushing at thousands of miles per hour the short distance from the clip, to Roland’s head. A body, no longer lifeless falling to the ground. A spray of blood on the window that showed the action outside, and the sun beginning to set in the west. A group of guards kicking the door down a forcing her to the ground.

Now would be the time for the next act.
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“Unhand her you idiots!” Vincent Drakus roared as he entered the hallway Marcy was being forcefully led down.

“Sir, she shot the…” a soldier began to say.

“Valentine. I know,” he said shoving a soldier aside.

“You’re late you know, Marcy said.

“Whatever. 30 seconds of difference hasn’t seemed to have an affect on the plan now has it?”

At that moment, twenty soldiers entered the hall, all dressed in white uniforms which bore the crest of Marcy Tresk’s past Catholic group. They held the half-dozen guards at gun-point while she and Vincent left the scene. In the previous several minutes, white-clad Catholic soldiers had stormed the chancellery, causing a general panic. The surprise attack had been a success, and the complex was all but secured.

Marcy and Vincent left the Chancellor’s Headquarters and migrated to the cathedral just off the chancellery grounds.

“All of those drab government buildings make me feel dirty. Seeing this marvel of beauty makes me happy and sober every time I set eyes on it,” Vincent said.

“Oh, don’t be so modest Vincent.”

“But isn’t that what we’re supposed to be? The nation is ours now. What more could we desire?”

“Vincent, Vincent, Vincent. I’m disappointed in you. How often have I told you that our religion’s ancient notions of modesty will only hold us back?”

“Marcy, I fear you don’t understand,” he said as they entered the cathedral between two Catholic guards.

“No,” she said. “I understand perfectly. There is a symbiotic relationship between fear and modesty. The fear that forces our people to repent their sins enables modesty. Without modesty, there would be no fear,” she said, stopping in her tracks and looking into Vincent’s eyes. “Why live in a world of fear? We control the events. We should be happy!”

“At what cost though? What defines happiness now?”

“Oh please Vincent, don’t tell me you’re having second thoughts on this.”

Vincent took her hands in his. “This is not about going back on a promise. We’ve gone too far for this to happen, so I won’t allow it to. We will see this through to the end, but I need to know Marcy,” he said looking deeply in her eyes, “why will you do to our faith?”

Marcy frowned for a moment, looking down, unable to look Vincent in the eyes. Smiling again, she once again met his piercing gaze.

“Vincent, do you know anything about your past?” she asked.

“I… no. What of it?”

“When I first met you, years ago, before the idea of Ulgania had been born, I knew your last name from somewhere. Looking into my Church’s clan’s history I stumbled upon something. A name, a name that was Drakus. Meeting you reminded me of that name, so I went back into the church history. For hours I spent looking. Drakus, Drakus, when I eventually found it in one of the oldest documents that had been preserved.

“Drakus was the name of one of the founders who brought Catholicism. I’m very surprised you don’t know this!” she said.

Vincent tried hard to let his mind wander too far. But he did ask himself, what if this is true?

Marcy continued when Vincent said nothing. “Anyway, I decided to find out more. Helio Drakus of the Menora Clan came to the region centuries ago, and founded a small mission in the hills. You know, those same hills soon became populated with people, and a city was formed. But when Orthodox Christians entered the region the mission was razed. In its place this cathedral was built in the name of the new Orthodox rule that would had ruled ever since.”

“And what of Helio Drakus?”

“He wandered into the country side and looked for solace. And you know what he found? A community that had thrived during the Orthodox takeover. He joined them there, and was revered as a Saint. Soon, the community grew, and became strong. While the splintered clans and warlords around Ulgania fought one-another down to nothing, Helio Drakus united the Catholics in his flock, and brought peace to many of the lands. Soon though, Catholicism was viewed as evil and it was demanded that Catholics take their predetermined place. They were told to be modest, and to live in the fear that they would be sent to Hell for their sins!”

“So, what did Helio do? He didn’t just give up did he?”

“No Vincent. Your ancestor did different. He started being political. He negotiated with warlords, and began the conversions of many to Catholicism. This didn’t last long though, but long enough to cement Catholicism in Ulgania’s history. You should look up to that man Vincent. He may have given us a model for the future,” Marcy said, now gripping Vincent’s hands tightly.

“How do you mean?”

“In the past decades, as wars began to cease and people like Roland started to gain power in the region, the Catholics who had once again taken it upon themselves to cement the foundations of stability are being told, once again, to step aside and allow for Orthodox rule.”

“Marcy, you know there’s no real religious connection wi…” He was cut off.

“You know there was. There had to be! The restoration of this cathedral, the construction of the chancellery next to it, the endless faith-based initiative, the list goes on Vincent. Please, look into your heart, and you’ll see that I’m right!” Marcy pleaded.

Vincent let go of her hands, and turned away from her. “This cathedral is used by Catholics. A Catholic mass is held here. What’s so Orthodox about this sacred ground?”

Marcy placed her hand on Vincent’s shoulder. “It was built by the Orthodox. It was named after an Orthodox leader. Mother Mary of Egypt is no Catholic Saint. This whole place is hypocrisy and disgraceful, and should be burned!”

Vincent turned again to face her. “Then what will you do?”

“Isn’t it obvious? I’m already planning to raze this building, and the chancellery to the ground! Officially, the new capital is going to be Terrel-Ulgith, a place which is ardently Catholic, and actually contains a place of worship built by Catholics centuries ago. There we will shape the country’s future,” Marcy said.

“We?” Vincent asked.

“Of course, the two of us together!” she said. “Just imagine it, the one who made it happen alongside the ancestor of the one who started it all. It will be perfect!”

Vincent smiled. “It will be wonderful, but we will have our opposition. Not every soldier will be willing to don the white fatigues of a Catholic.”

“There is always a way,” Marcy said. “God will guide His people to a favorable victory. A victory without fear! A victory with magnanimity and pride!”

“You know that is sinful?”

“I’ve already told you, I refuse to adhere to the ancient traditions of fear and mediocrity. Let the weak live in fear and sin. I will rise above them, and I hope you shall to.”

Vincent stood for a moment, and allowed her words to sink in.

“I’m leaving Vincent. I’m going to Terrel-Ulgith. Hopefully we will meet there once again. Most of the government that is loyal to us has already contacted me, and there is enough for a formal structure. Please lead them with me. We will have a glorious day soon, one more glorious than this! There are troubled times ahead, but I must go before trouble reaches us here.”

Vincent nodded, and turning away from her he walked towards the front of the cathedral. Marcy took this as a goodbye, and made her way out. She smirked when she figured out what he would do before he even knew it, and, like everything else that seemed to happen today, she was not only right, but it would go in her favor.

Meanwhile, Vincent Drakus, the ancestor of Helio Drakus, the man who brought Catholicism to Ulgania must have had blood left in Helio’s veins. He knelt at the altar, just in front of the closest pews and let himself get lost in the wonder of all that stood before him. A golden bust of Jesus on the crucifix, smaller marble busts of the apostles, and then the Saints. God looked down upon them all from the domed ceiling. This entire section of the cathedral was composed of a massive rotunda, and a now with Vincent a lexicon of feelings.

What if she’s right? What if her vision should be my vision as well? Who can answer this for me?

The answer came before him, and he knew exactly what to do. There was an old man in a cabin, and to Vincent, this man’s guidance would could change not only his world, but the entire world.

He smiled as he realized what had to be done.

More white-clad Catholics rushed by outside. Half an hour had passed since Roland’s assassination, and Marcy was probably long gone, leaving Vincent’s ass hanging in the open. He needed some security, and safe passage to the countryside.

Outside, fighting went on, and the Catholic ranks were overcoming the regular reserve forces that had been left to defend the city. As luck would have it, the Catholics favored having a reserved, yet hugely influential role in the military, and composed 90% of the army’s Spec. Ops command, roughly 900,000 troops. They also had many top positions in the Navy and Air Force.

OOC: I hope this isn’t too long for people to read. Both posts for far have come out to about 4 pages in MSWord, so that should be manageable, yes?
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OOC: I'm putting a little clarification in this post. i still hope people aren't tl;dring this haha

“How many polarizing figures are going to visit me today?” the old man asked Vincent Drakus as he approached.

“Father,” Vincent said, taking a knee before the man, “I need your guidance.”

“Yes,” he said, “I believe you do. You have been in contact with a lost sheep, haven’t you?”

“Father, Marcy is dividing our country. She’s going to…”

“I know. I know Vincent. She already visited me this day. I offered her guidance, but she refused it. Will you, too, lose track of your faith?”

“She spoke of taking the fear out of our lives, and of creating a new order that would put Catholicism at the forefront of civilization, but are actions like that logical?”

“You seem confused. That much is obvious. She demands change, but at the cost of a status quo that had been fought for viciously for decades. And now you feel caught?”

“Yes Father,” Vincent said. “Does God want this of me? Does He wish for this change?”

“Vincent, look into your heart and see for yourself. God does not want fear, but humility. Marcy views them as separate entities. Would you show her guidance, or would you follow her path? It is up to you Vincent, but all I ask is that you do not make yourself a victim, or a mere pedestrian. Now go my son, and make some sense of this world.”

At that, Vincent departed. Once inside the city once more, he saw on his cell phone several missed calls. Upon calling some back, he was now moving towards a Catholic Field Command center, and being transported to a safe location. Soon he would be able to meet with Marcy, and soon he would have his say in this struggle.


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The Ministry of Defense, a small complex of buildings removed from the chancellery in another area of Serpentine had, in itself become a war zone. The white uniforms of Catholic soldiers were storming the area building.

“What the hell is going on!” cried Minister of Defense Everlet Roberts. He had just overseen the invasion of Menhad, and now those same soldiers were returning to fight for a new cause. “I thought we were done with this! I thought we had worked out a pact! What the hell happened to this land?” he cried.

Several platoons of soldiers had been stationed at High Command, but it wouldn’t matter if the enemy knew the positions just as well as he did.

“Sir, Private First Class Jenkins ready for duty,” an eager soldier said just behind him.

The Minister slammed a fist onto the table he was standing at. “Can you think of a way out this?” he asked rhetorically.

“Sir, I cannot. However, I have just received word of a division of Mechanized Infantry returning to the city. They’ve declared their loyalty to you sir. I’m sure several more will follow suit.”

“How long until they arrive?”

“It’s going to be a few hours. Catholic divisions are still securing the city, so they’ll have to fight their way here.”

“Fine. Send an order to General Brom. Tell him to find as many pilots as he can, and to tell the General of the Navy to reinforce us. We need more than one loyal division!”

Almost on cue, the building shook as mortar fire slammed into it.

“Go damn it! I’m depending on you!” Everlet screamed.

“Of course sir!” Jenkins said as he saluted and ran off.

Watching from a window he watched as Catholic troops rushed the courtyard. Some were mowed down by a .50 Cal machine gun, but they quickly flanked it. As they started turning it to be used against the Ulganians who refused to join them, sniper fire from Everlet’s building picked them off one by one.

Valiant, but that would never be enough. The building rocked again as more mortars hit it. The reserve troops stationed in the complex were holding off the superior numbers of the elite Catholics for now, but that would end soon. The dogfighting in the air was coming closer and closer to the area of the city High Command was located, and Everlet was becoming more nervous by the second.

He felt hit cell phone vibrate in his pocket. Flipping it open, he answered.

“Everlet here. What!? The Prime Minister and Marcy are behind all this! Roland’s… no. No, this can’t be! Right, I understand. I’m in charge, aren’t I? I know I need to take the oath of office, but I need to get the hell out of here. I understand. Listen, I’m going to make a couple calls. Let me know if anything else changes. Thanks, bye.”

Everlet quickly located the number he needed. A tactical facility located in the middle of the desert that he had a direct line to. “This is the Minister of Defense. Yes, I know the situation. I need safe passage to the facility! Right… my security code. Gamma-7-9-4-23-Epsilon-Whisky-Niner. You’re damned right it’s confirmed. Now please, have whoever’s in command show their loyalty to our fragmented state and take control of the armed forces. I’m in no position to lead an army right now, and if things keep going, I won’t be able to reclaim our country. Yes, those are my instructions. Please, give our ailing country a hope.”

Ending the conversation, he left his office and went into the hall. A platoon’s worth of guards was standing outside, waiting for instructions.

“Soldiers of Ulgania, listen clearly. By writ of our laws, the ones adopted and accepted by our country I am now our Supreme Chancellor. Third in line I may be, Roland Valentine has been murdered. Nothing can be confirmed but there is a report that Marcy Trensk is responsible, and she has been joined by the Prime Minister. Further, the coup is being instigated in the name of Catholicism. I myself have no qualms with the religion, but will fight in the name of Ulgania, and no religion. If anyone here wishes to leave, to desert us and join those who would prefer seeing our lands burned in the name of a belief, please, leave now.”

No one moved, until finally one soldier stepped forward. “Sir, I am a Catholic, but I am loyal to the State. I will stand with you!”

Right after, three other soldiers scattered through the group agreed.

“Then we agree. We stand together in the name of our country. Now, there is much to be done. First we need to escape this place. Desert Command is loyal to the state and is overseeing operations. It looks like, now, that we’re going to have a line drawn through our great nation, and we will be divided. Now though we must get out of Serpentine. I know several divisions of loyal soldiers will be here to escort us, but until then we have to hold High Command! All of you go now, and help me rally who ever is left!” Everlet yelled.

The troops, galvanized left the hall and began reinforcing lines and rallying soldiers. The result was a hardened defense that was able to hold out for hours.

Aid finally came though as ammunition and spirits were increasingly running low. Waves of carrier-borne aircraft loyal to Ulgania swept overhead, and reclaimed the skies above. Helicopters swept in and all remaining soldiers, government officials, and groups of refugees affected by the fighting were loaded in. Over the course of the next hour Ulgania’s capital city, the jewel of the country that had been attacked and valiantly defended was evacuated. With the groups of airlifted personnel leaving the city included those involved in the Serpentine Pact, foreign diplomats of all nature, as well as ambassadors and their staff. Loyal Ulganians were doing everything within their power to secure the safety of those who were giving them a chance as a nation, and not letting the Catholic insurrectionists get in their way.

Desert command, in the western reaches of the country had become the de jure capitol. Serpentine had fallen, and Terral-Ulgith had received the same fate. The two largest cities in Ulgania, and the stretches of land between them were now held by Catholic rebels.

Everlet departed the transport plane the Navy’s helicopter had brought him to outside of Serpentine. Forces were reaching desert command from all over the country, and returning divisions were finding themselves being diverted to the command center. A local city, New Dresden was being named the temporary capitol. However, government officials were being held at the new High Command and getting briefed on the situation, as well as all the incoming soldiers. Some, Catholic and sympathetic to the rebels were being given the option to leave.

Forces were amassing at the base quickly, but Everlet received very unnerving news from a contact in Catholic controlled territory. More divisions were being diverted and being told that a new government was being formed. Since Vincent, the man who should be second in line to be Supreme Chancellor was technically there, it was being accepted that the new government was a Catholic by portions of the army.

All was not lost though as most of the coveted Mechanized Infantry had sworn loyalty to Everlet. However, directly fighting now would rip the country apart even more. He came up with a new plan for getting a say in the minds of Ulgania. What had once been considered an idle threat outside of Ulgania’s borders entered his mind.

The Itaqullah Army had shown up on his radar before, and could easily serve a larger purpose now.

“General Brom, how nice to see you again,” Everlet said as he entered the huge command center.

“Ah, hello there Mr. Supreme Chancellor,” Brom said in his gruff, scratchy voice.

“I’m not quite used to that… but listen, we need to take care of a couple things. First, I need to make an announcement to the country about Roland’s death…”

Cutting him off, Brom motioned to one of the larger monitors. “Looks like you’ve been beaten there my good man. Marcy’s already calling his death an act of terrorism, and it’s being broadcasted on all channels, including radio. She’s making us look like the guilty party, and now she’s going to make us pay. It’s pretty terrible if you ask me, mostly because I know it’s a sham… but if anything there’s something to be said about her! She’s a feisty one!” Brom said.

“Right, well I’m still going to have to say something. Also, there’s someone I’d like you to look up for me. I know communicating is a little difficult at the moment, and especially to this party. If you could connect with Khadija Al-Shahod, leader of the Itaqullah Army we could gain an important ally.”

“Ah, of course sir. Right away!” Brom said as he went at a fast clip towards a group of communications personnel working on locating more divisions.

OOC:

It’s going to end up being a pretty even split in my army. If anyone reading wants to quietly take the side of the Catholics, then be my guest. Makes my story that much more interesting.

Oh, and Al Qalaa, the last few paragraphs are your cue :P
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As soon as rumors of civil war in Ulgania began to spread, the Itaqullah Army began to send soldiers into the country. First a few dozen, then hundreds, and soon thousands of Islamists began to pour into the fractured state to fight the Catholics. Desert Command was beginning to swarm with trucks piling over with men to fight the infidels and spread the word of God.

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Khadija Al Shahid, military commander of the entire Army, soon took notice of this new opportunity, and quickly traveled to Africa took take command of the troops.

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When word reached her of the government's offer of alliance, she made directly for their command post.
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To the Orthodox High Command and Allies:

It is Ministry policy that Ulgania remain a free state, a state free of heretical Catholicism and the imperial puppeteers who control it.

Prime Minister Barack Hussein Obama will offer immeadiate asylum for the former Ulgania government and will issue a public statement denouncing the assassination of the Chancellor as an act of terrorism by the Catholics and imperialists of the world.

Currently, we are willing to provide safe haven for training facilities, equipment and financing for the Orthodox coalition. The insurrection we be put down and the perpretrators brought to justice.


-Siraj Fegeta
--Minister of Foreign Affairs
The United States of Morrocon

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OFFICIAL STATEMENT FROM THE OFFICE OF THE PRIME MINISTER

We denounce the murderers of the Supreme Chancellor Roland Valentine as terrorists. We formally request all the evidence of the perpretrators and in the interests of justice would like to send a team of private investigators into Ulgania to review the case files.

Make no mistake, whoever is responsible for this act will pay dearly for this act of cowardice.


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OOC: Um... even though it's a Catholic insurrectionist movement, I haven't done anything in the name of Orthodoxy... yet, so I'd hold off on making it all pro-orthodox.
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OOC: Um... even though it's a Catholic insurrectionist movement, I haven't done anything in the name of Orthodoxy... yet, so I'd hold off on making it all pro-orthodox.
OOC: Okay, I misread...well consider the offer valid anyway! ^^
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OOC: Heh, I'm just liking all the responses so far. Can anyone critique me on the writing style? It's kind of rushed and I'm not even bothering to proofread, but I'm putting an all out plot in here, as well as individual characters... thus the length.

Anyway... I'm updating this post a little later with the next part.
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“Someone get the chancellor in here. We found the Itaqullah Army,” a communications officer yelled across the command center.

Moments later, Everlet had arrived, and had a direct line with the IA’s general. Within moments, plans were made to get them to Dessert Command.

“Yes, this force will work in our favor,” Everlet reflected. “Any word on where the navy’s loyalties lie?” he asked another communications officer.

“It’s pretty split. HOCOM is ours, but NOCOM and PACCOM have gone to the Catholics, and our forces in the Atlantic have began to fire upon each other. We’ll probably end up on top of the pack though considering NOCOM and PACCOM took the brunt of the fighting against Menhad,” the officer explained.

“Great. How about the air force? Can we even get a cap in the air right now?”

Another communications officer spoke up. “We’re still working on it sir. There are a lot of generals preparing to redeploy over here, but there are many towns and cities that are requesting military support from revolting Catholics.”

“Balls. Okay, deploy what we can, and tell HOCOM to secure the coast. If I remember correctly we had the Marine Corp deployed to them. If they believe in Ulgania, then we’ll be able to hold things off for a time.”

While general planning commenced, Everlet was taken aside by a chancellery liaison to the nation’s Senate.

“Sir, if I may have a word with you quickly,” he said.

“Is it important?”

“Yes, very,” the liaison said.

“Well, you have my attention then,” Everlet said, stepping away from the communications area.

“Sir, we need you to get inaugurated, and to enact the Quorum. It’s far too hectic for the Senate and House to meet, and the protocol for a Quorum is already in place, you just need to approve of it.”

“I see,” Everlet said. “Let’s go then,” he said.

Meanwhile, among the troops and refugees amassing around Desert Command rumors were starting to spread about a religious war about to take place. The Catholics were moving quickly and outnumbering their enemies, making the bulk of those against them Orthodox.
“Wasn’t the Supreme Chancellor Orthodox?” “Yeah, but he never made a big deal about it, right?” “Aren’t Vincent and Marcy Catholic?” “Isn’t Everlet Orthodox?” “If the government’s divided like that, shouldn’t we follow that?” “Wait, I’m Catholic, but I don’t approve of this!”

The last comment made the group of people quiet. Stepping away from the man who spoke up, a group of Orthodox men and women surrounded the man and made as if to beat him. Another Catholic man pushed his way through the crowd and stepped in front of him.

“Stop this! Look at him! He’s a victim just as much as I am, and the rest of us are!”

“You guys might as well have been the ones to kill the Chancellor!” someone yelled.

“But I didn’t! There’s no reason for this to happen!” the Catholic yelled.

It was useless though. Words of logic and unity were slowly becoming lost on the Orthodox Christians who were being uprooted by the Catholic resistance.

OOC: Wow… short post. Then again I felt kinda woozy today so not much else got done today either.
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Between Serpentine and Terrel-Ulgith was the city of Kane. Kane was an ornately built city of practically no military value. It was full of museums, a world-renown university, hospitals, bakeries, concert halls, beer halls, restaurants, and was entire worthless as a tactical point of interest to the Catholics except for one detail.

The city had been built hundreds of years ago when people had first started to colonize and settle in the region. It had become its own city-state in the most literal way. A series of walls defended the city, and the center of it was a castle that may have well been a palace. War had never come to the area, so defenses were only kept up as a gesture of good faith. Any invading army who wanted to could easily have then, and now, taken the city for themselves. The city was a gem of Ulgania, and now that status was being tested.

Marcy Trensk, standing in the now-renovated chancellery in Serpentine had a video feed open with the city’s ruling Conclave, a group that was an accepted holdover of the city-state’s representative government.

“Lower your defenses and submit, or the city will be attacked!” she demanded.

“Mistress Trensk,” one of them said, “our city is not meant to be one of war. We have no wish for bloodshed.”

Where one left off, another picked up the vain. “Our city is a place of beauty. Attacking it would only be a slap in the face to all that was Ulgania.”

The third representative to the Conclave spoke now. “Please Mistress; you have heard us speak on this. We do not wish for war!”

Marcy sighed inwardly. “You fools do not understand. As long as you resist the edicts I have drafted and passed down to all of Ulgania, you will remain a target. In your city are Orthodox churches that remain open and free for worship. You allow them to mingle freely with Catholics, and you allow anyone to criticize us. This is your last warning. Step down and your city will remain untouched. Give me your city, and its people will stay safe.”

“Mistress, you don’t understand anything. We have. We openly told the people of Kane that their city had been taken from them, and we told them that we, the Conclave no longer ruled them.”

“We no longer control our people.”

“We wish you good luck in bringing them to your side, Mistress.”

With that, the feed to the Conclave was terminated. Marcy slammed her fist down on the table in front of her, cursing. They need to be made example of, she though. I’ll burn that city to the ground if I need to.

“Colonel Francis, I have new orders for you. Have your bombers begin operations to quell Kane. That is all,” she said through a quick video feed to the colonel’s field HQ, catching him and his staff completely off guard.

Opening a new feed to the battle-group off-shore currently at a standoff between forces who were being dubbed the Loyalists at this point, Marcy made a new order.

“Admiral Osiris, there is something that I need you to do immediately. The city of Kane has become a threat, and needs to be taught a lesson. Your orders are to have your ships fire cruise missiles at the government facilities in Kane. Get it done,” she ordered, again terminating the feed to the flagship’s bridge.

Within minutes, missiles were in the air, and pilots were being prepped. It wasn’t long before satellites had confirmed the destruction of the Conclave, and that bombers were en route. That night was a dark night for the beautiful city. The streets, usually alive with people were to remain inside under curfew, as per the rules of the hastily recovered government. The empty streets gave away nothing as bombers began moving overhead, taking out anything of value. Bridges, hospitals, subway stations, train stations, larger roads coming in and out of the city, the city’s airport, and of course every non-Catholic church that could be located.

The destruction was almost absolute, as fires from bombings caught other buildings. Fire spread through the city, trapping hundreds, and soon thousands of lives in its wake. Kane, a gem of a city was being reduced to ashes. It was the first true testament of the new Catholic Order of Ulgania, and it wouldn’t be the last. It was the first larger move of consolidation and soon after a new city was picked. To Marcy and many the bomber pilots who flew overhead that night, it was just a target. To the people who lived there, seen it, knew the place, and loved Kane, the attack was a crime against nature. The museums, burned. The history, wiped out. The people, proud traditions, university, and everything that drew in culture, demolished in the name of progress.

A true loss for Ulgania.


TWO DAYS LATER

OOC: I tried to make the previous section akin to the destruction of Dresdon, Germany in WWII. I hope it worked =\

“Sir, we’re ready for you any time. The teleprompter’s queued, you’re all set,” a man with a rather large headset yelled from behind a camera.

Everlet stood behind a large podium that bore the traditional seal of Ulgania. Before him was a teleprompter, as well as a handful of cue cards in front of him. He wiped off some sweat with a handkerchief from his brow, and nodded to the cameraman.

“Alright sir. You’re ready. We’re going live in five, four, three, two,” and he pointed to Everlet.

He started by clearing his throat.

“People of Ulgania, I have something for you to know that is incredibly important, and pertains to the future of not only our country as a sovereign and united state, but even its dignity as a whole.

“Two days ago, the man who brought us together in unity, and gave us hope for a future that included people of all races, traditions, religions, social classes, and everything else under the sun has been assassinated. There are those who would blame me, and use that to legitimize their government.

“Marcy Trensk is a traitor to us. She, a woman who used to show full loyalty to us betrayed our ways, and has fractured our country. She has used the name of religion to create hegemony. Hegemony from any group does no good to us, but negates the progress we have made over the years.

“What has she done though? What exactly is she doing now? This question can be viewed with last night’s total destruction of the city of Kane. Rebel naval ships fired cruise missiles as the respectable Conclave, and bombers dropped ordinance that resulted in the total burning of the entire city. Imagine the beauty of that city, and imagine the lives lost of the two-hundred thousand who called that place home. Imagine the survivors, and those who were displaced. That city is the first victim of her rule. She is using her current power to instill fear and quell the populations that try to resist her.

“These actions are condemnable. She has no right of rule, and still uses lies and deception to give her an edge, and uses those tactics to try and legitimize her government. While she thinks she can fracture and conquer us, we should not let this happen. My brothers in faith, I call to you! The forces of Catholicism want to use religion and fear as a weapon. Let us unite, as brothers with the faith that we all share to counter their rule the way they we did five years ago when we established our country. Let us all come together under one banner, once again, and bring down this insurrection! Let us fight!” Everlet shouted.

Before going on with the speech, the producer came in, shaking his head.

“Sir, we’ve been cut off.”

“What? Why?”

“There’s heavy jamming coming from Serpentine that’s blocking all signals. Nothing can get through on any channel or frequency,” he said with a somber look.

“We had it recorded, am I right?”

“Yes sir, but we can’t do anything with it.”

“Odds are Marcy hasn’t thought of the internet. I know how to get into the Defense site on the government website. She can’t stop that. We could have the entire website hacked and put the speech on from here.”

“We’ll see what we can do sir. Until then, we’re pretty much dead in the water.”

The media blackout soon extended to the internet, with search engines, email websites, social networking and shopping sites, and all others under the sun besides the official government website being blocked by firewall software. Soon thought, the site was hacked and the speech put up in its entirety, with message boards hastily added for people to speak openly. As it turned out, the general opinion of Ulgania was more or less mixed on the entire matter. Many argued the points of both ruling regimes, but also agreed that a power sharing agreement would not be possible.
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Official Statement from the Gileadean Conclave:

While we are currently locked in a vicious struggle for self preservation against the heathen region of the Middle East, we will support the government of Ulganda assuming they repent from their backward ways and swear allegiance to the Holy Genesian Catholic Church.
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Official Statement from the Gileadean Conclave:

While we are currently locked in a vicious struggle for self preservation against the heathen region of the Middle East, we will support the government of Ulganda assuming they repent from their backward ways and swear allegiance to the Holy Genesian Catholic Church.
OOC: Almost got the name right. ^^
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Perhaps one of the most impressing structures of Acropolis, it was the jewel of democracy and the devout Genesian government which protected an governed the Holy Catholic Hegemony of South Africa. It was a busy and beautiful day in the capital city of perhaps the most devout nation in all of Africa. Children rushed to make it to school on time, priests were all abound as they made their way to the Cathedrals and most importantly everyone was happy.

This fact that everyone along the streets in front of the Chancellery building was happy was no surprised to Chancellor Johannes Whitmore as he stood in front of one of his large picture windows and gaze out at his beloved city. Of course they are happy he thought to himself. They continue their devout service to God and he rewards them with peace, strength, wealth, and most importantly, security. Chancellor Whitmore then turned from his window and walked across the perfectly polished marble floor to his mahogany desk where he found comfort in his plush chair and set about the daily reports that need his attention.

Just as he was beginning to dive into the latest economy reports a knock came as his chamber door. "Enter" he called out and the two doors were opened by the Inquisition guards that stood outside. Inside walked a third inquisition officer, of higher rank, dawned in his long, black trench coat buttoned up from chest to his waist. A belt from the coat ran across his waist with a gold belt buckle, embroidered with the cross, to hold it in place. On the right side of his chest was a larger gold cross, his badge as an Inquisitioner. On his left chest, was the several medals that gave him his rank as a officer of the Military. As he walked in he came to the front of the Chancellor's desk, clicked his heels and saluted.

The Chancellor rose from his seat, returned the salute with one of his own, and then allowed the young man to rest at ease. "Tell me sir what you have brought for me" said Whitmore as he returned to his seat.

"Sir, we received several reports from both intercepted communications, telecommunication signals, and Internet news postings that a civil war has irrupted in Ulgania. If the information is valid, the revolt is being run by Catholic separatists under the Command of a one, Marcy Trensk. They have thus far, by their own means toppled the former government and laid claim to a sizable amount of territory within the country."

Chancellor Whitmore read over the reports for himself. "It does not clarify in your report as the nature of their devotion Mr...."

"Lieutenant Jonathan Mugabe sir" said the twenty-something year old Lieutenant. "An yes sir, we cannot at this time ascertain whether or not the Catholics of Ulgania are flying under the Genesian Flag or of the heretic's flag. From what we can gather, the Catholicism of that region grossly predates the Colognian church and therefore it can only be assumed that their Catholicism is Genesian if only in root. It has been hypothesized by our analysts that their current Catholicism is under a schismatic dogma from our own."

"Well then, we have problems don't we Lieutenant" said the Chancellor as he once again rose from his chair and moved across the marble floor to his center window. "If we are to help these Catholics we are going to have to convert them first. We have had to abandon the Gilead campaign as the heretics simply outnumber our forces and we have no respectable allies to call on for assistance in that matter. It sickens me to think we are forced to pick and choose our battles in this manner but Satan's grasp on this world is strong in this day and age."

The Chancellor paused as he watched a young mother and her child cross the street. They were both so happy, and content as they made their way to the over sidewalk as if to have not one care in the world.

"Still we must at ever venture make every effort we can to do God's work" said the Chancellor as he broke the silence he himself had instilled. "Have a private and encrypted message be sent in whatever manner possible to this Ms. Trensk. We shall make our position simple, convert and confess the sins they have accumulated through the years under whatever Catholic doctrines they hold now, allow for a force of our priest to enter and reconvert the masses, and we shall give any military aid they can request."

"As you wish Chancellor" said the Lieutenant who again Saluted and then walked out of the Chancellor's office.




Private and Encrypted Transmission

To: Marcy Trensk
From: Chancellor Johannes Whitmore

We have over the course of the past few days observed the internal struggles that your country is currently facing and cannot help but see a reflection of our past in your present. Our people many years ago face a same civil war which threatened to plunge our people in the darkest of days for generations to come. It was not until Queen Chloe confessed her sins to the Pope of Genesis city and receive his blessing from God, was she able to return to our people and fight back to darkness and instill within us the glorious word of God as told in the Genesian Catholic faith. It was that faith, that Queen Chloe to defeat the enemy and give to the people unending years of internal peace.

It is only in the name of God, the one true God of all man and in the honorable memory of the Popes of Genesis city that your people can ever hope to win the war that has now begun. Follow our example, embrace the Genesian faith and all us to send missionaries to begin the conversion. Do so and the Holy Catholic Hegemony can guarantee you victory and bring about the same peace and stability that we have so enjoyed.
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Marcy sat in the seat that was once frequented by Roland Valentine. The seat was one that was located in a special meeting room used to convene matters of national security. For the day, Marcy has heard extensive reports about the hacking of the government website during the media blackout, and the posting of the video of the ungrateful dog Everlet’s speech.

“This man is one that must be taken down, but having someone live in a bunker means an assassination is practically out of the question,” one of her new advisors started.

“I know, so let’s turn our attention for now, shall we? Look at these reports we’ve been receiving since we managed to split the country,” Marcy said as she motioned for the lights to be dimmed and an overhead projector to be turned on.

“What you see here is, of course Africa. To our south is the Holy Catholic Hegemony, Genesian Catholics who could be of use. To the north of course is Menhad, however talking to the government there would be more than difficult considering we just slaughtered half a million of their troops, give or take a few thousand. To our west is, well, nothingness. However, a force called the Itaqullah Army has joined with the heathens at Desert Command, making it all the more difficult to crack them. Recent reports speak of more countries aligning themselves with Everlet’s government. What do you think?” she asked.

“Ma’am, as I have said from the start, a unity government is the only possible way out of…” an advisor started to say.

“Out of what? Can’t you see we have the upper hand? We control the seats of power in Ulgania, while they control a hole in the ground in the middle of the desert.”

“Ma’am, with all due respect, the opposition is mounting. If shooting started in the sea right now we would lose. There’s no way we can keep the ocean for now.”

“Well then. That’s a different story. Listen, Desert Command may be a stronghold right now, but that’s all it is. They still have a way out, but all the same breaking that position would be equivalent to breaking the backs of our enemies. What say you all?”

The advisors went around, and considered the attack. When it was labeled conceivable and that a surprise attack could accomplish the goal of taking the position plans of the attack were sent to generals.

“They’re still licking their wounds from being driven out that far. We’ll see who comes out on top. I want to see our reserve forces flanking around the heathen’s position with Spec Ops attacking directly. I’m not too concerned about the air war, seeing as the air force is split between loyal pilots,” Marcy explained.

Smiling to herself, she considered the next few days to be a very crucial time for her movement.

At that moment, a communications officer entered the room and handed an envelope to one of Marcy’s staffers. Handing it to her, she opened it and smiled at the implications of Holy Catholic Hegemony’s proposal. Then, a frown stretched across her face as she realized the exact implications of the proposal.

She quickly scribbled a response to be sent immediately.

Chancellor Whitmore,

It is with great humility that I have considered your offer, however the faith of the Ulganian people under my rule is a source of great pride to us. We have long strayed from Genesia, and have learned from these times away. Our faith, however bastardized by our forefathers represents a change. This change is one that goes beyond defining the grounds of sin, but one that foregoes sin. To live a life of modesty is one that is a life of fear, and fearing a sin is also to embrace that which Eve did on that fateful day in the Garden of Eden. Fear breeds nothing but a shadow for those who would refuse to live in fear to thrive, but in all the wrong ways. Instead, we sought ambition and found that by transcending our fear of sin, we came that much close to heaven and enlightenment. By disallowing ourselves to follow rules laid down by those who have no understanding of modern times has proven worthwhile, and we have nearly overcome an enemy that once outnumbered us 10 – 1. Please understand that it is with the utmost respect that we view you, however would have to reject the offer of confession and conversion. For we have nothing to confess, and no reason to leave the Order that has wrought happiness upon our people and ruin upon our enemies.

Signed,
Marcy Trensk.


She smiled at the reasoning she outlined, and considered thought about what this truly entailed. Her ancestors had betrayed the Genesian Church centuries ago, but who was she to have any say in the actions of those who created the chance for her future to occur. It wasn’t their fault communication ceased, but the fault of the then-hazardous terrain. A message couldn’t make it over dry desert very easily, much less a confession. She was overseeing a new order of Catholicism, but what would it be deemed? The idea came to her as easily as the words had flowed from her pen minutes earlier. Her sheep were those under a new, superior version of Genesia. They were new, and thus were the Neo-Genesians.

This thought was a pleasant one to her, but would be the last she would have until announcing to her people the revelation she had just had about their shared faith.

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In the bunkers of Desert Command, Everlet Roberts, clad in a very formal looking suit walked through a corridor with Khadija Al Shahid. Their conversation was one of tactical purposes. Even though Everlet was the Supreme Chancellor now, he had always been a man of the military and as such was fully prepared for a fight, even one for survival. The opportunity to speak with such a woman was a great privilege. Her people were ready to fight at less than a moment’s notice, and could all but directly engage the Catholic forces.

This in itself was the issue though. Desert Command was bracing for an attack to come at any time, and was only functional as an isolated aspect of the Ulganian government and military. They needed range that wasn’t limited to the Reserve forces still loyal to the government. Reserve forces had been fully deployed to cities and various economic sites (mines, crop fields and farms, oil fields, and the ports Everlet still held) in an effort to either stretch the Catholic forces to their limits, or to peg away at them through smaller engagements. So far it had worked. The only city attacked directly by the Catholics was Kane, which was out of Everlet’s reach. All other cities remained untouched, and those that had come close to conflict were fast to action. Any attack on any city by the Catholic forces would result in extremely heavy losses on both sides, which would eventually work to Everlet’s favor as Khadija Al Shahid and, as he was hearing, Morrocon commandoes were being offered to help.

“My plan has secured relative safety for those who still believe in the real government,” Everlet explained to Khadija Al Shahid, “however we can’t move. We’ve managed to stalemate each other for the time being, and I refuse to let Serpentine become a war zone. Marcy’s already shown that she has no qualms in destroying anything in her path. I hope you are willing to operate in some stealthier operations to keep her forces occupied. I know she wants to attack, but anything to delay that until I can get more pieces in place would be great,” he said to the woman in charge of the army standing by Ulgania’s side.

The two reached a room that was filled with cameras, and signs of recent construction and general redecoration. Half of it resembled a general shelter for a bombing raid, while the other half, the half that would appear on camera resembled an Ulganian-style government building in Serpentine. A podium, as well as the nation’s flag and seal could be easily seen, as well as several members of the recently sworn in Quorum. Below the podium and raised area that the Quorum had been seated on was a table which held the Ulganian constitution and a bronze bust of a phoenix with its wings extended in the air. Everlet was motioned to sit on one side of the table while a top general and the head of the Quorum, each representing the civilian and militant aspects of the country took their seats on the other end. The Quorum member placed one hand on the phoenix’ right wing while the general placed a hand on his respective wing. Taking his cue, Everlet laid a hand on the head of the phoenix and the three people bowed their heads. A ranking member of the chancellery then recited the appropriate passage from the constitution.

The office of Supreme Chancellor will be, by no means an easy one. The strife that has occurred in Ulgania has always been a factor, and unity will always be a challenge. All chancellors chosen in a time of war must agree that as the nation’s protector and commander that peace should be the directive of the office. Do not seek war or further strife in the name of any religion or belief, in the name of any race or cause, but only for the protection of all the people.

The civilian authority spoke now. “Everlet Roberts, do you agree to uphold the binding documents of Ulgania?”

“Yes.”

“Do you agree to work with all parties to secure the peace of our great nation?”

“Yes.”

“Will you, as third in line to receive this title, due to the tragic and unfortunate death of Roland Valentine by none other than the traitor Marcy Trensk, the one who has captured the loyalty of the one who would come before you in line Vincent Drakus, accept the position of Supreme Chancellor of Ulgania?”

“Yes.”

The three picked up their heads, and removed their hands from the phoenix bust.

“Congrats sir,” said the general. “You’re legally in!”

The room burst with applause, and all those visible by camera were shaking hands and patting one another on the backs, Khadija Al Shahid included. A moment of happiness and rejoice for the leaders of Ulgania, and one of the last of those for quite some time.

Meanwhile, pullout plans were being prepared just in case the worst were to occur. The aims of the plans were for Everlet and his newly appointed staff, and the Quorum to evacuate with battalions of Mechanized Infantry. These soldiers would secure a route for them to escape to Morrocon until a return could be made. All that was needed now was permission from the Morrocon authorities to execute this plan if ever required.

OOC NOTES:

I’ve left some cues for NRE, Al Qalla, and The CNNP to post… I think that’s everyone for now. Are my foreshadowing efforts in this post working at all?

Again, PM me if you want to do something with this… or post, which ever. I think I managed to advance the plot a little :D
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To: Everlet Roberts, Khadija Al Shahid
From: Dr. Abd-Al-Karim Saif, Director of the Office of Strategic Services

Be expecting the arrival of 14 (9 Males, and 5 Females; designated accordingly) highly trained and seasoned commandoes. Their personnel file is enclosed as an attachment to this document.

Attachment #1

Lt. Col. Daniachew Tekle-Giorgis, Commander

1. Lt. ABEBECH SELAMAWIT (F): Technology specialist, specialty area - communications disruption.
2. Major TERU NEGASH (F): Computer specialist, specialty area - database hacking.
3. Private KIFLE FANA (F): Sharpshooter, graduated top of her class with "great honors".
4. Corporal BETELIHEM WUB (F): Plastic Explosives specialist, specialty area - roadside bombings.
5. Major YESHI SISAY (F): Land reconnaissance, has a knack for being as obscure as possible and finding solid observation points.
6. Lt. Col. DAWIT MENELIK (M): Anti-Tank and Armored Vehicle specialist.
7. Major MIRUTS RETTA (M): Anti-Aircraft specialist, specialist area - helicopter take downs.
8. Corporal TEWODROS ZERE (M): Sharpshooter, graduated at the top of his class, with "greatest honors".
9. Private YEKUNO AMLAK TESSEMA (M): Sharpshooter, graduated with the top of his class with "honors".
10. Private TESFAYE TEKLE (M): Sharpshooter, graduated with the top of his class with "honors".
11. Corporal TEKA SELASSIEE (M): Plastic Explosives specialist, specialty area - controlled demolition.
12. Major TEGENE SARSA DENGEL (M): Navigator, has a knack for reading and interpreting maps to locate the most effective routes in any situation.
13. Major NEGUS KASSA (M): Sharpshooter, graduated with the top of his class with "honors".

END OF HIGHLY ENCRYPTED TRANSMISSION

OOC: I will be PMing you on possible mission details later...
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To: Marcy Trensk
From: Marcus Abbot

We have been observing the Ulganian Civil war for some time now. Your personal vendetta against the government is one that very much intrigues the Lord of the Combine specifically your attack, or crusade as you may call it, on the Orthodox elements of the Ulganian government. As you may know it has been some time since our great golden eagle Mikhail Alexander broke away from the false words of the Orthodox church to, intern create the Neo-Orthodox movement.
Now since this time our church has unfortunately been confined to the borders of the Combine, unable to expand but your dilemma presents a succulent opportunity for us that we could simply not resist.
Our proposal is simple. The Combine shall send military and political support to the Catholic rebel movement in return for allowing at least 25-30% of the population to convert to the Neo-Orthodox church of Ukabanea.
After the war we care little for what path your nation takes as we know you will no longer be part of the Serpentine pact.
You may do what you like with your religious population, have it you segregate them or not matters little but what we do demand is that a Neo-Orthodox bishop be sent to Ulgania to represent our churches holdings there.
Of course may it be that you reject our offer we may find that the desperate remnant of Ulgania’s government to be far more willing to take greater risks of conversion.

(OOC: forgot about me... :gnarkgnark: )
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Captain Khadija replied to Roberts thusly:

"Well, Shiiiiiiitt, you want a little more time, we can get you a little more time. You want stealth, we can get you stealth, I mean, damn, just point me and the boys at a specific target, and we'll knock it out."

The Army had been divided into cells operating around each of Ulgania's major cities, stocking up on any supplies they might need, smuggling in bombs, bullets, Catholic priestly rainments, whatever was necessary.

A vast number of tents, up to 1000, was pitched up next to desert command, housing men with itchy trigger fingers and religious zeal.
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Chancellor Whitmore had been in his office for most of the day and it would appear as if he would be in there most of the night as well. There was so much to do when it came to the business of the Hegemony and yet on the same end there was a lot to learn through his own private research about Ulgania; it's people, culture, history, and spirituality. Deeply concentrating on the work in front of him he never heard the knock at his door or the sound of military boots tapping against the marble floor as someone made their way to his desk.

It was Lieutenant Mugabe with a letter in his hand. When he approached the desk of the Chancellor, he clicked his heels and saluted. It was only now that the Chancellor's concentration was broken an he turned his attention upward to the Lieutenant. Without rising he return the salute and officer the Lieutenant a seat.

"Thank you your excellency" said Mugabe who removed his hat and took a seat. Leaning forward towards the desk of the Chancellor he extended the letter he was caring. "We just received this transmission sir from Ulgania."

Whitmore took the letter and began to to scan it in great detail. His expression on his face changed regularly with each passing line of the transmission until finally there was nothing but outrage.

.....Please understand that it is with the utmost respect that we view you, however would have to reject the offer of confession and conversion.....

It was those words alone that struck the Chancellor so deeply that he could hardly bare to touch the letter any more let alone continue to think about it's implications. In frustration and anger he balled the letter up and then go up and moved over to the fire place. Throwing it in, he then proceeded to light a fire for which he had great success in doing. "That paper was nothing but sin itself Lieutenant and no God fearing Catholic should ever had to possess such a thing again" the Chancellor said as he watched the paper burn.

"So what shall we do about the business in Ulgania then sir?"

"I shall not allow a opportunity to invest in a Catholic state pass me by. More so, I will not stand by as another Catholic schism occurs. It's bad enough the Colognian church was allow to grow and prosper. We cannot sit by as we did then and allow another Catholic church to survive. There is but one true church and all those who do not follow it's doctrine must either be saved or burnt at the stake for heresy!"

The Chancellor then moved back to his desk and began to dictate yet another letter to Marcy Trensk, with all the fervor of his dedication to the church blatantly obvious with each stroke of his pen.

Ms. Marcy Trensk,

Your blatant lack of faith is most disturbing for me as you so honestly call yourself a Catholic. You speak of humility and fear as if they are the doctrines of our church but they are not. The church does not preach of fear, we preach of devotion of God and to his will must we answer. We preach that God is loving to those who follow his word and devote themselves to his service and glory. The stories of Eve and those others who have sinned against God are not stories to instill fear but lessons to teach our people right from wrong. You cannot know good without staring into the face of evil. Where you have gone through this perversion of the faith is not closer to heaven, but instead you have become more closer to Satan and his palace of hell. It is through his wickedness that you have been mislead and misinformed.

I can now only believe that it is through his darkness that has lead you to write and believe such heretical and schismatic beliefs. Therefore you have left me with very little choice in this matter. As a defender of the church and that Catholic faith I have few options in this matter. I give you up one last chance to lay down your weapons, confess your sins against the one true church of God, and convert yourself back into his grace so that your souls shall be forever saved. Failure to comply with this request will lead us down a path of liberation where as I will have no choice but to use military force to liberate your Catholics and see to their conversion. No Catholic church shall exist in Africa beyond that of the Holy Genesian Church.

signed,
Chancellor Johannes Whitmore.


When finished he handed it to the Lieutenant who would take it to the national communications office to be sent immediately. The Chancellor then picked up his phone and pressed a private line.

"Yes, General Mathebula, I am calling a meeting of the Hegemon Supreme Command......."
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OOC:

I'm a little woozy today, and I'm going to NYC tomorrow through Sunday for the 4th of July weekend. I'm going to have about 16 hours of time spent on a train that I can type stuff out, so I'll work on whatever I feel like I should work on then. NRE, I like your post. This gives me an idea that slightly changes what my climax/conclusion/falling action, but gives me the same ending in general. I'll PM you about it at some point!
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Official Statement from Gilead:

You heretical swine will roast in eternal hellfire for all of eternity; forever fucked thousands of times over by the devil's own. By rejecting the Genesian Church, you reject Jesus Christ... Our savior and messiah, and willingly bend over to suck the phallus of the forces of evil.

Rest assured, after we smite the godless heathens of the Middle East, the true Catholics of Gilead will pour into Africa and cleanse you of your heretical ways! You "Neo-Genesians" are a "come stain" on the Kingdom of Heaven, and will be scoured off for the greater benefit of JESUS CHRIST.


IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY FATHER,

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Official Statement from Gilead:

You heretical swine will roast in eternal hellfire for all of eternity; forever fucked thousands of times over by the devil's own. By rejecting the Genesian Church, you reject Jesus Christ... Our savior and messiah, and willingly bend over to suck the phallus of the forces of evil.

Rest assured, after we smite the godless heathens of the Middle East, the true Catholics of Gilead will pour into Africa and cleanse you of your heretical ways! You "Neo-Genesians" are a "come stain" on the Kingdom of Heaven, and will be scoured off for the greater benefit of JESUS CHRIST.


IN THE NAME OF THE HOLY FATHER,

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OOC: hahahha :lol: :lol:
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NRE, nice post. I plan on responding to it while I'm on the train (writing it, that is... no internets till I'm back on Sunday)

Ignatius, nice pic. Stuff in the post... well... kinda wish you had consulted me about it beforehand. I know you weren't obligated to, but just to make this clear me using the term Neo-Genesian is just a plot device to make Catholics leave Trensk's cause. Notice how powerhungry and absolutist she is? It'll be her downfall. And besides, by the time you're even in Africa/your war is concluded I plan for this RP to be concluded...

Anyway, yeah, await post on Sunday.
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OOC - Naturally, I doubt Gilead will actually do anything.. The letter was moreso just a display of hot air than anything else, and I really wanted to show the pic to everyone.
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OOC: Ugh… this is long. First of all, it looks like I’m straying from the original idea of having an Orthodox government. However, I’m not exactly making it official. I’ve hinted at the Orthodox aspect a little… so it is one I guess, but not officially. Does that make sense?

Oh yeah, this is extremely long. Just for the sake of everyone’s sanity I chopped everything into sections and put it in spoiler tags. Just click the tags and read.

…This is what happens when I spend 18 hours on a train :P But then again, it's 14 pages in MSword, and I'm pretty sure it makes for a decent read. Just... don't hate me haha.

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OOC: Very impressive!
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