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| Catholic Insurections and rebellions; Very long written civil war! Anyone who wants to join just say so! | |
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| Ukabanea | Jul 7 2008, 10:54 AM Post #26 |
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The Resident Evil?....Mayhap?
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| NRE | Jul 7 2008, 01:44 PM Post #27 |
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Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman
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OOC: Very nice indeed ^^ Oh and where exactly are you on the map, did I miss that somewhere. Last I check I didn't see you on the map, just wondering so I get an idea of where I'm going. IC: Office of the Highguard Command, Acropolis, the Holy Catholic Hegemony Posted Image The offices for Highguard Command were located in a beautifully and newly constructed building within the compound known as the Hegemon Chancellery. Located on the opposite side on an interior garden between the two building it made for no great journey for the Chancellor to wake from one building to the next. Inside the building were the offices of the entire Supreme Command staff of the Highguard along with the various minor officer's offices, conference rooms, war rooms, communication rooms, and so forth. Chancellor Whitmore was saluted to by the guards stationed at either side of the interior entrance to the building. The exterior entrance to the building from the street was a mirror image of the interior one save for the shrubbery that adorn the facade of the interior entrance way. Once inside the Chancellor was greeted by a beautiful young woman at the front desk who then informed the Chancellor that the Supreme Command was waiting for him in the main conference hall as requested. Thanking the young woman Chancellor whitmore then walked down to large hallways until he came to the double-doors of the Conference hall. Again two soldiers were station outside the room and after a salute to the Chancellor they opened both doors to let him in. The officers inside stood to attention as the Chancellor entered the room. After laying down his things at the head of a long oak table, highly polished, he took his seat and told the men to sit at ease. They complied and everyone was seated, waiting for the Chancellor to make the first remarks. "Gentlemen I need not go to any great length to explain the situation that has risen between ourselves and that of the nation of Ulgania" said the Whitmore as he open a folder and began to place paper out in front of him. "I have all assurance that the church will declare them heretics, and give us full right to do whatever means necessary to crush this heresy before it spreads. I for one believe we can conquer these rebels, have them admit their sins, and begin the process of conversion back to the proper faith. Furthermore I believe it is our duty to qwell this civil war and bring the entire population back into unity by whatever means are needed." "We sir we are certainly in a position to succeed in this manner" said Chief Commander of the High Guard, General Neville Mathebula. "We can have forces on the ground within the next 24 hours, however I would suggest a assault from the air before hand, taking out what targets we have confirmed so far as hostile Catholic targets. I am in full belief that we should concentrate solely on the Catholics of this conflict first if we are to succeed." "I also agree with General Mathebula's suggested course" said Chief of Military Intelligence, Colonel Cyril Ramphele. " From what we have gathered, the Catholics are alone in their struggle against the old government forces who we have reports are receiving outside aid. Though these reports suggest Orthodox nations involvement we have yet to completely confirm these reports. Still, we know they are getting aid from some other nation or nations and thus their front will prove to be a more dangerous front to contain and control. We will need to get out foot in the door and the only way we can do this is the crush the heretical government of the Catholics and install our own Genesian Catholics. From there we can aid them with whatever supplies they need to sustain and win the civil war." The Chancellor weighted the options given to him by his command staff. If Orthodox nations were aiding the old government regime in the civil war, then it would make their own plans for the region much more difficult. Still with the Catholics alone any aid to defeat them would not, or at least should not be disrupted by the old regime therefore allowing the Hegemon forces in and able to do their duty with little fuss. They'd sit back and let the Hegemony do the work for them until the Hegemony was done, but by then the Hegemony would have it's stake in the ground, the perfect base of operations for the area. With a new Genesian Catholic government in place, of natives of course, the Hegemony would have a legitimate reason to stay. "So you suggest an aerial attack first then?" said the Chancellor "Yes sir" said General Mathebula "I already have put Air Marshal Asmal on alert, we can have B-52's in the air with escorts within the hour. We can begin dropping troops within the next two hours sir." The Chancellor review the plan one last time. "Make it so then gentlemen, you have my full support. I shall call for a special meeting of parliament to relay my actions to both the Senate and the Conclave. Though I know they shall support me in this endeavor you may not attack until a declaration of war has been fully issued." "Of course Chancellor" said General Mathebula "we shall put the birds in the air and keep them in radio contact for orders." "Good" said the Chancellor "now if you'll excuse me gentlemen I have parliament to meet with. One hour later As B-52's and their escorts began to lift off from nearby air force bases, the Chancellor was driven several block from his Chancellery building to that Hegemon Parliament building where a special session of both houses were called to order. Posted Image The noble conclave sat in chairs along either side of the front stage with the main podium, which sat higher than their chairs did, was reserved for the chancellor and Cardinal. Both were absent at the moment as other delegates began to file in. The room was soon all a buzz with Senators all wondering exactly what was going on and why such a meeting was called for. The only news they knew of was the Chancellor's visit to El Dejarbo which he would be leaving for tomorrow. When the Chancellor and Cardinal Marcus Tilius finally emerged, the Cardinal took his seat while the Chancellor took to the podium in front. The entire room fell silent an the Chancellor prepared to make his address. Posted Image "Parliament of the Hegemony I come to you to address a most urgent crisis which has developed here on the African Continent. Ulgania an African nation and neighbor has plunged itself into civil war. Lines have been drawn and it was soon brought to my attention that one side fought under the banner of Catholicism. As a sworn protector of the faith, I contacted the Catholic leaders and opened the arms of friendship and aid to them if their people would only, as all good Catholics should, confess their sins and reconvert. My offer was reject and to add more insult an injury their leader, one Marcy Trensk announced to me that she would see their faith emerge as yet another schismatic Catholic church. I was and still am utterly outraged by the heresy that this woman has begun! She is by my eyes nothing more than an agent of Satan who is working in line with the dark angel to continue his evil war against God and his one true church. But the Hegemony is strong and we can fight against this evil in the name of God to defeat our enemies and once again bring the light of the Lord to the darkest of Africa. I have already been in council with Cardinal Tilius and he has given me the blessing of the South African Genesian Catholic Church to launch a crusade against the heretics of Ulgania to free the Catholics from bondage and return God's children to his grace. All I require now if parliaments support and we can launch our armies against our enemies and once again secure Genesian Catholicism as the dominant and only Catholicism of Africa!" The Chancellor's remarks were met with thunderous applause as the tire congregation, of sorts, stood. The applause lasted for several minutes as the Chancellor took his seat. When all was brought to order again by Emmanuel Bengu, State Minister, the voting process began. Everyone casted their vote electronically save for the Cardinal and the Chancellor. After only a few seconds the entire assembly had voted and a computer began to tally the votes. After only a moments wait a report was printed and Minister Bengu stood to read allow the votes to the Chancellor. "Chancellor Whitmore, in a unanimous decision by parliament, we give you full authorization and declaration of war against the Heretics of Ulgania. May God guide us through this endeavor and deliver us a victory. Another thunderous applause was meet by the reading as everyone including the Cardinal and Chancellor stood. The Chancellor through the applause assured victory to Parliament. As Parliament was then adjured and many began to file out of the building, the Chancellor turned to an aid to relay the message to General Mathebula. The message was then quickly sent and made it to the General's desk without delay. Pleased that the orders had arrived he relayed them to Air Marshal Asmal. Air Marshall Elon Asmal wasted no time in relaying the order directly to the B-52's and their escorts who were now minutes away from their targets. "This is Air Marshall Asmal, you are go for operation smite, I repeat you are go for operation smite. God speed to you all" That was all the pilots needed to hear. The bombers flight at high altitudes were clear from any danger of ground artillery fire. With a fierce escort by their side, it would take some serious fire power to knock all 10 bombers out of the sky. Their targets were major installations as well as government buildings within the capital and along the Catholic control zone. They met no real resistance as they entered Ulgania air space but they didn't think they would. After all a civil war was raging below them and like many other branches of the old government, both sides were most assuredly fight one another for control of their air force. They were now within seconds of their first targets, bomb doors were now opening and bombardiers were now commencing the synchronized countdown over to radio to all aircrat. 5......4........3.......2.......1..........bombs away!!!!!! |
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| Ulgania | Jul 7 2008, 02:50 PM Post #28 |
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OOC: Just to clarify, Catholics compose about 10% of Ulgania’s population and maybe 20% approve of Trensk’s schism. Also, just about every city is prepared in some way for an assault… my reserves are pretty much keeping things solid. Oh, and as for my country’s location, I’ve had a request in for Zimbabwe and Mozambique (well, can’t have all of Mozambique, a chunk of that territory’s already used) for over a month now… so once the mods get their masking issues dealt with I’ll be on the map. IC: Things had gotten moving in Desert Command again. Word had reached the command center of HCH’s immediate declaration of war against the Catholics who had split from Genesia. Chancellor Whitmore was seeing to it that unity be restored, and it looked like the end result could be a removal of Ulgania’s sovereignty. Once briefed on the situation, Chancellor Roberts ordered a line of communication be established through any means possible to Serpentine. Several older land lines had been established when the strong hold was first constructed, back before satellite and wireless communication was an option. These lines had remained unharmed, and would be just as secure as the most encrypted digital transmission. “This is Supreme Chancellor Everlet Roberts. I demand an audience with Marcy Trensk at once!” Roberts practically shouted into the receiver. When it had been established, the line was one that would be used if an invasion had driven Ulganian forces back towards the desert. Now, there wasn’t an invasion from the sea, but hopefully this line could be used to bring the warring sides back together. “Everlet, why do you so rudely demand my ear?” a voice crackled from the other end. “Marcy, this fighting needs to end. You have no idea what you have started!” Everlet said with despair. “I have started the most glorious rule this country will ever see!” Marcy almost screamed into his ear. “You have doomed us all!” Everlet retorted. “Listen to me, you can even confirm this with whatever your naval forces can tell you. The Holy Catholic Hegemony in the south has started to drop bombs on us. We are being invaded, do you hear me? We need to put our problems behind us, take the knives away from our throats, and stand together!” “Arrogant to the end, aren’t you Everlet. You think I would fall for something like this? You’re daft. I’ll destroy you. Why, I have all the pieces in place to wipe out that pitiful bunker you call a stronghold. Just you wait…” she said. When another voice could be heard from behind, she lowered the line, and the ensuing shouting made Everlet worry about his former friend’s sanity. “Everlet… I… something has come up. Let me talk to Vincent. I doubt he’ll want anything to do with me, but please, let me speak to him.” Everlet motioned for Vincent Drakus to pick up the line. “Marcy, it’s me. You have to listen to Roberts,” he said. “I know, but please, come back to me and we’ll fight together!” she gasped. “Marcy, you have to pay attention. Everything we’re doing right now doesn’t matter anymore. The Holy Catholic Hegemony will destroy us. They’ll create their own government, and all the fighting we did back when Roland Valentine was alive would have been for nothing. Please, let us call a ceasefire,” he said. The line was silent for a moment, but finally Marcy spoke again. “I’ve confirmed everything you’ve said with the Navy. They can see it as clear as day. Ulganians have already started to die… we need… just take over. You and Everlet… just take over,” Marcy said. Vincent gave Everlet a thumbs up. The civil war had just unofficially ended, but the real challenge was soon to come. Picking up a receiver, Everlet spoke. “Marcy, this is important. You must give order all of your generals and admirals to recognize us as the rulers of Ulgania, and tell them the true threat. We don’t have much time. The attack has already started, and we need to counter-attack now!” After another moment, their discussion ended. Vincent and Everlet could only wait while Marcy transferred power. Looking at a tactical map on one of the larger HUD screens in the command center, Everlet started to think. Finally, he came up with a plan. “We still have plenty of birds friendly with us. We could get enough in the air to drive those bombers back. Their route seems to be taking them towards Serpentine… we might be able to drive them away from there, but Marcy will have to act fast to keep bombs away from Terrel-Ulgith. Send some communications to the fleet. Tell them the civil war is, for all intents and purposes finished. Their priority should now be the enemy bombers entering our airspace. Tell them to scramble anything they could muster. Our pilots proved themselves in the skies over Menhad. It’s time for them to show their valor in the skies over Ulgania.” Some orders were quickly drawn up, and in the next hour wave after wave of PA-11s and PA-15s would begin screaming down the throats of the Hegemons coming from the skies in several split intervals. OOC: It’ll be enough to keep bombs from falling on my capital, but your other targets are still more or less fair game. NRE, I’m going to send you a PM right after posting this. |
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| NRE | Jul 8 2008, 11:37 AM Post #29 |
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Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman
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Posted Image The strategy of the bombing certainly wasn't rocket science. They'd simply lay waste to everything they came over as they made their flight across the Catholic control zone towards their capital. Village after village, town after town, city after city was hit in some way or another as the bombers made their flight. Some targets were hit harder, laying waste to highly populated areas. Others were merely inconvenienced as stations were hit, plunged community out of power. It was a carpet bombing technique on a border-to-border scale. Minutes into the engagement the pilots finally spotted their prize over the horizon. The capital was beautifully lite by the sun as it's glistened on the buildings. Pilots checked their copilots who checked with bombardiers. They had just enough payloads left to do the most serious damage on the capital. Onward they continued with each bombardier itching to press the button when all of a sudden throughout all the cockpits in the attack group, red lights signaling contacts on radar began to light up. It was a Ulgania attack group and they were heading straight for the Hegemon forces, they'd get there just in time to head them off before reaching the capital. The Captain of the escort group quickly scrambled his JAS 39 Gripens and T-45 Goshawks into a defense position to engage the enemy. The heaven roared as the two groups got closer and closer until finally like thunder you could hear them clash. The Ulgania pilots were certainly skilled as they maneuvered in and out of the Hegemon fighters as they attacked. However, the Hegemon fighters were protegees of a long traditional air force that had exist far longer than that of the enemies. Still the fighting was close, as the two groups performed aerial acrobatics the like of which had never been seen over the Ulgania countryside. Citizens of the capital got an air show as beautiful as an opera as the two forces fought. All the while though, as the Hegemon forces met that of the Ulgania force before they reached the bombers, they continued on with their course, heading even closer to the capital. For the Ulgania forces it was like walking through mud to get past the Hegemon fighters. But they brought great skills to the battle and it made it difficult but not impossible for the Hegemon forces to keep up. The bombers were now in range to begin their assault, their bomb doors all began to open and the countdown was begun. 5.....4....3....2....1....bombs away and just like before the bombers began to unleash their fiery rage. At first only the outskirts of the city, a few farm houses and some of the main highways were being bombed. But as any citizen could plainly realize, the wave of destruction was heading their way. Panic began to set in as citizens fled for cover, screams echoed through the streets. All seemed lost until they heard the explosion and say the fire in the sky. A Hegemon bomber had been hit! The Ulganian attack group had managed to stay alive and finally break through the Hegemon lines in the sky. Now having the play catchup the Hegemon fights scrambled to provide cover fire for the bombers. The bombers themselves canceled their attack, and began to break up, all flying in different directions in a hope to confuse and open up their lines. With the one bomber lost the Captain of the attack quickly survey they progress and came to the decision that enough damage had been done. Though the capital was their main target, the path of destruction that they had laid would be enough for grounds forces to make good on their trek to the capital. He would leave it up to them, to inflict damage. Barking the orders to turn back the fighters kept the Ulganian group at bay once more as the bombers regrouped and began their flight back to friendly air space. The Ulganians pursued them only far enough to realize they were in full retreat and then back away. It was a victory they could be proud of as they radioed the good news back to base. But how long they were have to celebrate was yet to be determined. |
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| Ulgania | Jul 8 2008, 08:10 PM Post #30 |
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“This is Mobius Seven, my tail has been struck, I’m going down!” one of the Ulganian pilots shouted into his radio as a Hegemon aircraft managed to rip the engines on his plane apart with its onboard cannons. Having engaged Hegemon forces near the fighter jet’s ceiling, the ground was still a blur under the pilot, but that was a moot point. Between spinning out of control and smoke being everywhere, it was all he could do to pull the eject level in his cockpit. Finally blasting out of the cockpit still attached to his chair, the pilot, Abel Constance reached for his parachute chord as soon as the ejector seat’s low center of gravity balanced his descent. Pulling the cord, he finally got to see the true scale of the action unfolding around him. Below him, he could see jets in aerial combat. As much of a beautiful site as the scene was, he knew from his experience moments earlier that the Hegemon pilots were far more experienced in combat. Noting the communications and satellite array attacks, he knew logistics were borderline impossible against this attack. All coordination was being done at sea, and this was an extreme hindrance to the one hundred or so pilots engaging the Hegemon strike force. Here are your orders. Make contact after the mission is over, they were told. No help, no reinforcements, nothing, just a quick scramble to defend the capitol. Even though the horizon was Ulganian this time, the sorties he flew in Menhad just weeks earlier were far more organized and prepared. They had no real idea what they would be up against this time, and it was showing. As he drifted down, closer to the aerial combat below he felt distant shockwaves and heard crashes just afterward. Plumes of smoke were starting to emerge from Serpentine’s outskirts, and they were getting closer. A handful of jets below him disengaged their dogfights to take immediate action against the bombers. Anders watched as the entire squadron raced amateurishly to fend off the massive bombers. More bombs fell and punctured the city’s heart as they tried to engage the behemoths. Hegemon support fighters they were already engaged against raced against them to defend their charges. Most of the squadron was shot down before reaching the bombers, but one managed to make a pass, letting fly a missile against one and unloading several hundred rounds of cannon fire at another. The missile scored a direct hit, taking the bomber down. The burst of cannon fire damaged another, but it was able to move on. Soon after that fighter pilot too was forced to eject as multiple Hegemon birds converged on it the Ulganian fighters saw the hit as a chance to turn the tables. Most of the one-on-one dogfights still went in favor of the Hegemony, but Anders soon saw the strike force pulling out, and leaving in full retreat. A dim smile met his lips, but he wondered what the toll of this attack was. Serpentine was still cut off from tactical and logistical support thanks to the attacks only a day earlier. They had been proven vulnerable. Though a staunchly loyal Neo-Genesian Catholic, he wondered if his sins were catching up to him. He questioned his unquestioning loyalty to Trensk, the Crusade he just tried fruitlessly to defend his homeland from, and the fate of his new faith would be. His landing in the city was one of joy. A relief helicopter had eyed him coming from the sky and was quick to usher him to safety. He was rushed into a deep bunker Trensk had ordered constructed under the partially completed Cathedral that would serve as the shining star of Neo-Genesianism. The Cathedral had been heavily damaged in the attack, singled out by bombing efforts as a high-priority target. Trensk met him, and other shot down pilots in her war-room. “What did you see up there?” she asked curtly. “Madam Chancellor, I… we saw skill that outpaced us in every respect. We saw prowess that even our most practiced veterans would have trouble flying against,” Anders replied. Seeing the other pilots agreeing with him, she spoke again. “They’ve come to destroy us, you know. They want us to either confess our sins and convert, or die. I’ve had to call a ceasefire because of this, but I’m not finished yet. We still can’t operate very well in these conditions, but we are technically being protected. From now on, any fighting will be done by both sides, so we can still have our time. It may not be this day, but it will still come. Do you hear me?” she barked. “Yes ma’am!” the pilots replied in unison. “Good. Now, since you have all been so nice to meet with me, you can tell me something else. Why did you allow yourselves to fight side by side with our enemies?” Anders, who had been silently elected the leader of the group of pilots answered to her once again. “Ma’am, we had no choice. If we hadn’t flown together the Hegemons would have destroyed half this city, and would still be flying up there, laughing at us and raining death upon us. I would rather fly with an enemy I shared a more common enemy with than alone and with two enemies screaming down my throat,” he said with a hint of anger in his voice. “I can tell you’re feeling confused about this situation, but you all have been assembled for a reason,” Marcy said. “You have all been shot down not because of superior pilots, but because God has frowned upon you. No matter the enemy, you would still be standing here because you have failed God. Do you understand why?” she asked rhetorically. “It’s because you still question your faith. You still question why you’re here. But, considering you are still indeed alive, you have been given chance for redemption,” she said. “Soon, fighting of a different sort will erupt here. The Hegemons can still strike at us while we’re in this position. That doesn’t mean we can’t be ready for them. Soon, and I do mean soon, they’ll try to hit us here, where we are still vulnerable and when that time comes, if all else fails, you pilots will be responsible for my safety. There is another stronghold, near the coast that I hope to find solace in quietly, long enough to commit my energy to determine the next plausible course of action,” she explained. “Then are we to wait here while our comrades die?” Anders asked with noticeably more anger. “No, or course not, but when the time comes a high-speed aircraft will launch from this very Cathedral from a runway that has been dug out from beneath us, and is being finished as we speak. A Tornado GR1A will be prepared for launch in very short order, and when it goes your orders as of now are to disengage whatever you are doing, and to cover it and aid in its escape from the combat zone. Do you understand?” she asked. When the expected chorus of “Yes ma’am” reached her ears, she smiled inwardly. She dismissed the pilots, and ordered an aid into the room. “We’re leaving immediately. I want to use this cover of chaos to get the hell out of here now. If God wants me to succeed, he’ll overlook the deception I’m creating and grant me a chance to redeem myself once I can secure my own safety,” she said. “Ma’am, if I may speak freely?” the aid asked. “You might as well,” Marcy replied, not looking over from a memo she was writing to her staff. “Madam Chancellor, are you sure today’s actions are appropriate? With everything in place, and us going deeper into our own unprotected territory are you sure we’ll be safe?” “Are you kidding? Being in hiding right now is our only option. We have to take this chance to get out now. Here, send this memo out to all of my people. Afterwards, I want you to try and establish a line to Everlet Roberts. He should still be holed up in that joke of a bunker in the desert somewhere,” she said, ushering the aid off. Moments later, she had the line connected to her office. “Hello Everlet. I trust you’ve seen what’s just happened to our city?” she started things by saying. Yes, I’ve seen. This is a tragic day for our nation. I trust you are safe though? Roberts replied. “Yes, I am. Now is there anything that can be done to improve security here?” she asked. For the most part, no. However our very mobile ally, the Itaqullah Army will be able to respond very soon quickly to any land-based threat. However, considering how committed and currently how unorganized we are, they can only delay the inevitable. For the first time that day, Marcy actually felt dismay. She knew Everlet was being honest. A man like him, to her, would never lie about the safety of Serpentine. Lying to her would be on par with letting the country get ransacked. She dimly heard him saying something about mechanized divisions getting flown in, and reserve forces for outlying areas marching towards the city. He also mentioned something about a line of defense in the ruins of Kane. *How ironic* she though to herself. *A city I destroyed would be used to defend my very existence.* After a time, the conversation ended, and she made ready to move to her bunker. For all intents and purposes, the deceptive plot to fool the enemy into thinking she would be leaving during the battle would probably buy her a little more time. Those pilots, especially Anders, were more than likely to betray her. She had made it a point to sew those seeds in her talk to them. If they were truly loyal, that would be one thing, but if they followed Ander’s lead then if anything that plane would get shot down before speeding away, or even the information on it would be released, and she would be ‘shot down’ anyway. Either way, it would all result in escape or a fake death. She would be long gone. MEANWHILE In Desert Command, Everlet had just gotten off the line with members of the Neo-Orthodox Church before talking to Marcy. After some discussion, it was agreed that The Combine would be allowed full access to the Catholic held territory now, and were allowed to convert all who they could. This would certainly be a thorn in the side to whatever Marcy was still planning. Everlet knew he needed to take out whatever base support he could before she could gain power again. He had already talked to the Catholic generals and admirals who had been under Marcy. Most of them disagreed with her schism, and welcomed the old regime back into power, under the condition that Catholic views would be more celebrated in the nation. After much debating though, Everlet had established whatever token defenses he could muster. He knew Marcy would weed her way out of Serpentine, and based on the accuracy of the Hegemon bombing campaigns, was willing to bet that they would continue to only target Catholic dissidents. Much of the country was still strained, and he needed to keep it as calm as he could, and knew that there were still tens of thousands of soldiers, pilots, and naval captains still loyal to Marcy. She was still able to defend herself, so all that was left was for her to escape, then she would have her last stand on her terms, without the help of the full military. OOC: Alright… I’ve set things up for everyone still interested except The CNNP. Sorry man, I can’t think of anything else for you to do. Ukabania, I’m really sorry I didn’t address you IC sooner. I completely spaced and thought I had. Al Qalaa, the IA can have its fight. Should be cool seeing largely mobile forces like that square off with NRE. And NRE, we’ve already talked ;) I think that covers everything. *Phew* 4 full pages on MSWord. I keep noticing the lengths of my posts roam around that length… is tat manageable for people? I can make them shorter if you want. |
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| The CNNP | Jul 8 2008, 08:41 PM Post #31 |
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OOC: Don't sweat it too much. The way I see it, Morrocon gets a victory either way. Neo-Macedonia does the hard work for me, destroys the Catholic government. The Orthodox government has no real beef with Neo-Macedonia, Orthodox forces continue to prey upon Ulgania's false government. All appears to be well in my world... :P As for post length, just do what you do! |
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| A.Q. | Jul 9 2008, 05:16 AM Post #32 |
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The Itaqullah Army began to retaliate on Catholic troops across the border in the Imperium, sending volleys of Katyusha rockets and mortars to harass those enemy troops. The ancient tanks that the IA possessed were sent rolling towards Catholic positions inside Ulgania, old T-54 and T-62s. |
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| NRE | Jul 10 2008, 09:45 PM Post #33 |
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OOC: Just so I don't get confused, since with me entering there shall now be two Catholic sides, can everyone refer to my forces as the "Hegemon Forces." I know it's pretty much been done so far, but just putting it out there to keep myself from getting confused :huh: :D IC: The bombing operation had been mostly a success although the Hegemon Supreme Command had not anticipated that the Ulgania would be able to put in the air the fighters that they had. Still the bombers had delivered the damage they need and down the ground forces would have their road to the capital. The Third Legion had been activated for the operation. Most of it's forces were being move to the border as they would have little trouble skipping over and into Ulgania. However, to make the transition over into Ulgania more easily, the 3rd Crusader Corps were being airlifted in. With a tighter escort group than the bombers had, the C-5 Galaxies carrying the 3rd Crusader Corps would have no problems from enemy air attack. Luckily for them they had no trouble as the crossed into Ulgania air space and moved into their targets landing zone. Then as if God had opened the heaven and pour out the rain, soldiers began to parachute down to the ground. In less than 10 mins 50,000 elite soldiers were on the ground, as long with several Patria APC/IFV small personnel tanks. Captain Patrick Barnard was the 3rd Crusader Corps commanding officer and the man entrusted with keeping the Crusaders both alive as well as commanding the first wave in. The rest of the 3rd Legion was awaiting on a few miles south of their position and with their push forward, the rest of the Hegemon forces would have little problem trekking through the country side on to their main target, the capital. They would crush the Heretic catholics and once again enlist the Genesian Faith to the Ulganian people. |
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| Ukabanea | Jul 11 2008, 11:26 AM Post #34 |
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The Resident Evil?....Mayhap?
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Think nothing of it! :D |
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| The CNNP | Jul 11 2008, 10:45 PM Post #35 |
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Aaaaaahh, all you Catholics look the same. :lol: |
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| Ulgania | Jul 12 2008, 10:38 PM Post #36 |
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A better Zarathustra has never rode a horse
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OOC: :dry: Are people waiting for me to post? I'll post something to keep the ball rolling, but I just realized nothing's happened for like 2 days now. |
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| The CNNP | Jul 13 2008, 07:43 AM Post #37 |
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Enforcer
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OOC: If you want, I can go ahead and rule that the Catholic regime in Ulgania is NOT legit! Therefore, Morrocon deploys troops to the country to aid the former pro-Orthodox government. |
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| Ulgania | Jul 14 2008, 08:57 AM Post #38 |
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A better Zarathustra has never rode a horse
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Everlet Roberts watched the heads up display on the Ulganian Flagship Carrier, recently renamed the UNS Valentine in honor of Roland Valentine. On the HUD, the lighter, mobile forces of the Itaqullah Army were being highlighted on one side, and Hegemon forces were highlighted just inside of Ulganian territory, taking up positions that were all in a contrasting color. The IA was being proficient at overrunning some of the vanguard forces with general hit and run tactics that made them crawl back to the heavier line. However, over the course of a few hours the Hegemon forces were beginning to advance. The IA’s line was being slammed hard, and it didn’t take long for the lighter armed soldiers were falling back from the overwhelming firepower Hegemon forces could dish out. Everyone on the Valentine remained silent for a time when a chink was formed in the IA’s line and Hegemon forces poured through, cutting the IA in half and nearly finishing a general flanking maneuver. Seeing their trouble, Everlet had a Comm officer relay an order for the IA to retreat, and to keep moving until Kane. Hopefully they’ll follow my advice. I wish for no one to be completely destroyed this day. IA forces made their fighting retreat, and eventually made it out of the Hegemon Army’s line of fire. Seeing the highlighted groups separate more and more on the map, everyone returned to work on the Valentine. Seeing that the Hegemon forces were holding their position, Roberts noted that they were still establishing a base of operations. “There isn’t much we can do from here,” he stated more to himself than to anyone else, “but we can at least be a thorn in their side. Send them a volley of five cruise missiles every 20 minutes or so. This won’t delay them for long, but it’ll remind them we can remain potent. Keep them in low altitudes so their radar doesn’t pick up on them.” OOC: Yeah, I’m waiting for other people (*cough* NRE Al Qalaa ^^ ) to post before I put in anything big… Edited by Ulgania, Jul 14 2008, 03:41 PM.
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| A.Q. | Jul 14 2008, 03:12 PM Post #39 |
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Beautiful Snowflake
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The Itaqullah Army, wasn't without it's tricks, however. A number of Hegemon Officers were killed by sniper fire, and suicide bombers wreaked havoc among the South African troops. Despite the unusual tactics, the IA just couldn't stand against the modern weaponry, vehicles and aircraft of the HCH. The guerillas began to melt back into the environment, like they always did when a fight began to go sour. |
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| NRE | Jul 14 2008, 04:04 PM Post #40 |
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Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman
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Captain Patrick Barnard peered through his binoculars out onto the endless wilderness of Ulgania. "I want those heretics found and I want them burnt at the stake for their sins" he said to his aid who was standing by him. Within the seven hours that Hegemon forces had landed within the border they had fought an aggressive battle against a rebel army who had the spirit and ability to provide a challenge to Captain Barnard's forces however they lacked the weaponry and numbers. Thus as quickly as they had appeared, their number soon vanished, leaving the Hegemon soldiers to make camp. Within an hour the Hegemony had a working camp operations in the Ulgania border. Private communication and information lines where linked back to command and anti-air and anti-tano weapons were setup with more on the way from the rest of the soldiers who would be coming over the border by foot at night fall. The Captain checked his watch. "Night will be coming soon, gather the men." His aid gave a suit and began to run back to the main barracks of camp. Within minutes the entire camp was assembly for the Captain. "30 thousand of you are coming with me" he said "you will be equipped with your standard weapons but some of you will be carrying more. The heretics wish to use the brush and jungle as cover but I shall not let them. What can't be seen through will be destroyed but special groups armed with flame throwers. I will burn this nation to the ground if I must." The group gave him a grunt and then was dismissed. Those who were listed as coming with the Captain went to their tents and packed up for the trip. Those remaining dung in for the long operation as they would protect the camp with their life until reinforcements came from over the border. They were expected to reach the camp late tomorrow night. With his personal jeep gassed, his tanks and men ready to move, the Captain gave the order to move out. The Captain, an officer of the Inquisition was by law of the church an ordain priest and could therefore preform any of the spiritual duties required of him until such time as the priest sent by the church could arrive with the reinforcements tomorrow. Unlike priests who served the church solely, inquisition officers had the unique ability to gather confession with little easy. Only God could bring mercy to the Ulgania people now. |
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| Ukabanea | Jul 14 2008, 06:19 PM Post #41 |
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The Resident Evil?....Mayhap?
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Bakal Abbot sat in his office chair rocking back and forth as he looked over the Ulganian message sent back to him. For the most part the Combines proposal, or more or less a threat, had been success in its initial purpose, though this came as a huge surprise to the Combine who was almost sure that Catholic Ulgania would oppose their proposal. Because of their assurance that Trensk would disobey him Abbot had already gained approval from the newly formed CIMA council to form a corp of elite guerrilla fighters almost 100,000 strong. Now Abbot had an army of highly trained Combine extremists that required food ammunition and medical supplies that was still stuck in Bakal, and they were costing Abbot a hefty bill. Finally after a few minutes of thinking Abbot took a sip of his star bucks coffee and began to type his message. “Dear Leaders of Ulgania it is with much joy and excitement that our government hears of your acceptance of our plan. Within a week we-” Suddenly there was a knock a the door, Abbot swiveled his chair round to face the door as his assistant valirine entered the room. She was a driven woman at the ripe old age of 57, whatever great beauty she had once possessed had long left her though she certainly was not ugly. Her shining black hair fell below her shoulders and her face and nose were broad and well formed. Her sleek and curvy body was covered by a long black dress and a large gold-crystal necklace that sunk into her large freckled breasts. Abbot was thrown off by the petite ness of her form. “My face is up here sir” Valerine said giggling “Oh uh yes sorry Valerine might I say your looking quite well this day.” “So I’ve noticed” she said with a smirk “So what news have you of me?” asked Abbot “The Emperor gives you his approval to invade Ulgania and Combinise the local populace.” Abbot frowned when she said this. “well V it turns out that the leaders on both sides have accepted our help…” Valirine was taken back by this. “Your kidding” she said with a wide mouth. “Apparently not. The Holy Catholic Hegemony of south Africa has declared the Rebels of Ulgania and their new religion Neo-Genesiamism heresy and has launched somewhat of a crusade. We’ll most likely be fighting more Hegemons than Ulgaians.” “Your not seriously going to send aid to Ulgania? Are you?” asked Valerine Abbot gave a blank stare “Do you know what the political repercussions will be if the Hegemon finds out we are aiding the Ulganians? I above all people should not have to tell you this Abbot. Abbot again blankly started at Valirine before once again answering. “I have considered them and what I have come up with is of little threat to the Combine. Even if the Hegemon did find out we were aiding the Ulganian cause what would they do? Shake a Catholic finger at us? Cut off what little trade and diplomatic relations we have with them? Call a “Crusade” on Neo-Orthodoxy with which they have little resources to complete? Abbot rose from his chair and slowly made his way close to Valirines pretty little face. “Don’t think I haven’t considered it? The Hegemon won’t know were aiding them any way.” “And how do you purpose to do that?” asked Valerine in a pessimistic tone. “We’ll be using Legionaries specifically trained in Guerilla warfare.” “That’s not a 100% chance Abbot.” Abbot turned around walked over to his chair and slumped down into it. He once again began typing his letter. “I tire of this argument V. You’re an assistant not a Politician.” Abbot lifted his coffee cup to his mouth and frowned to realize there was no more left. “Now act like one and get me some more coffee.” Without a word Valirene reluctantly snatched his cup from his hand and left the room. “Thanks V!” Abbot shouted. From outside his office he heard a quiet “Yeah Yeah” Abbot smiled and went back to typing. “Dear Leaders of Ulgania it is with much joy and excitement that our government hears of your acceptance of our plan. Within a week we expect to have a full guerilla force of 100 thousand legionaries ready and willing to fight in Ulgania. All we require is a coastal town or city to act as a base for our operations in Ulgania. I myself shall be meeting with the new Chancellor Everlet Roberts to quardinate my men in the field should he approve my being there. We shall send a force of 100,000 men with two Centurions to lead them in combat. Sincerely, Marcus Abbot |
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| Ulgania | Jul 15 2008, 08:46 PM Post #42 |
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A better Zarathustra has never rode a horse
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General Mateljan, one of Marcy Trensk’s closest allies since the coup was trying to sit through a meeting with a man who was supposedly his enemy. As things stood, Mateljan was the supreme commander of the rebel Catholic forces. However, as he was completely unhappy with current arrangements he could only sit through the conference sitting on his hands. Plans were being drafted to defend his homeland, but to him nothing mattered. He had rebelled on the basis of an idea. Trensk had promised him a brave new world, one that the country could have never imagined. Despite several small setbacks, the most notable was the complete tactical lockout of communications arrays, and even then the Catholic armies were poised to strike a death blow to what remained of the old regime. Now, none of that mattered. He was faced with a situation of which there was only a single honorable path. Defend the homeland. So, he was begrudgingly consulting with the old regime’s supreme commander, General Patrusic. The two had never enjoyed each other’s company, and had verily disagreed on many issues facing Ulgania over the years. However, now both of them were forced to put aside differences. The first order was to make an initial stand against what could soon become a stampede of Hegemon forces around the Ulganian countryside. The first moves each side would take would be to keep their forces light in the bombing path of the previous week. The Hegemon’s wanted that route, so they would get it, but only that route. Keeping them bottlenecked in that area was a must, and forcing them to make a stand at Kane, Ulgania’s first real line of defense against the oncoming army would be paramount. “Do you honestly think we can defend that shell of a city?” demanded Mateljan. “Comrade, you saw to that fact not too long ago. No civilians to evacuate, no infrastructure to worry about, it’s perfect for setting up a defense. However, there is another matter of concern. Slowing their advance will be a must,” Patrusic said. “Why not use those Combine dogs that have promised their aid?” Mateljan said with a snort. As if on cue, Everlet Roberts entered the office. Since returning to Serpentine, he had seen to it that a general return to normalcy could occur and that any strife his return caused would be squashed. “Gentlemen, this is not the time for bickering. I have already replied to the Combine of Ukabania, and I’m meeting him in Port Commendia for some quick negotiations,” Everlet said. “There is much to be done, but we do have the Combine’s support. Once official tactical communications are back up, we should be fine. Until then, I want a general force of our reserves in the area to assemble and to intercept the Hegemon army the moment they move. Once they’re overrun, let them come to Kane. There we will show them what Ulganians are capable of.” |
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| NRE | Jul 16 2008, 09:37 PM Post #43 |
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Map Tsar and Southern Gentleman
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General: Antonio Rossetto-Cipriani inspected his troops once last time. They were along the Ulgania/Hegemon border preparing to cross and begin their march to base camp under the assumption that Captain Barnard had done his duty. Being an officer under his command, the General had all faith that a base camp was awaiting the rest of his 3rd Legion. 500k plus soldiers were ready to smash the heretics and bring order back to the Catholic world. There was only one thing the General was waiting on now, and to his relief they were on their way. Three helicopters landed yards away from his waiting Legion. Once on the grouped several priests began to file out and move away from the choppers as they soon lifted off again. Two medical trucks came to their side as well as the General jeep. The General was surprised to see the face leading this group of priests, it was Archbishop William Nolan. "Archbishop Nolan" said the General "this is a most pleasant surprised as I had no idea the church would bestow upon you this fine honor. Will not the Clergy Council (Hegeomy's supreme court) be at a loss without their Archbishop?" "The Cardinal has seen to it that my senior most Bishop have my authority during my absence" said Archbishop Nolan as he took his wrinkled hands and dusted off his robes. "I believe they can survive a while without me and his graciousness the Cardinal could find no better candidate for this operation than me" "A wise decision by the Cardinal as always" said the General. "You say travel with me Archbishop, the rest of the priests can find a seat in our medic trucks. I doubt the heathens are so barbaric that they would fire on medic trucks. But just in case, they will follow in the back of our formation, closely followed by a regiment of my troops and tanks." "All fine by me" said the Archbishop as he pulled himself up and into the backseat of the jeep, beside the General. "Shall we proceed General?" The General waved the driver on who pulled the jeep around and to the flank of his forces. He then radioed the leads to begin the march. Within minutes, Hegemon forces by the thousands were flowing across the border like a great river commanded by God to wash away the sins of Ulgania. If kept on schedule, they'd reach camp by night fall the next day. -------------------------------------------- Captain Barnard was true to his word. Small brush fires now raged along the path he and his men had taken from camp. Though not their main priority, they were in search of the men who had attacked them at the landing zone. Their search had yet to produce any findings worth the Captains attention. Still a few Ulganian farmers bodies were among the burning bush. They had been caught off guard by the Captain and his men as they made their way through a small patch of jungle that then lead out into an open field, a farm. They were rounded up by the men, only about a hand full of maybe 10 men. They were questioned by the Captain and through his torturous methods, the inquisitions standard methods, he come to find that the men and seen and knew nothing. Worse though, was that they were not Catholics. After confirming this confession, he order his men tie the captives to trees. He then took out his bible, recited a few verses, and then had the men burned along with the rest of the jungle bush. As an officer of the inquisition, Captain Barnard had come accustom to the smell of burnt flesh from his days as a city inquisitor back home. It was a position he enjoyed but when the opportunity came to make captain in the military, he took it and has since never regreted it. The men then marched on, checking everywhere they could think of, never steering far from the bombed trail the Hegemony had provided them. In the distance barely a mile from the fields they had met the farmers in the Captain spotted a village. "Let us hope to find children of God there, lest we must soil our hands again the service of the Lord" he said to his men as he motioned them forward, towards the village. |
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| Ulgania | Jul 18 2008, 05:09 PM Post #44 |
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A better Zarathustra has never rode a horse
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EDIT: BARLW Edited by Ulgania, Jul 19 2008, 12:27 PM.
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| Ulgania | Jul 19 2008, 12:27 PM Post #45 |
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A better Zarathustra has never rode a horse
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The reports began filtering into Serpentine in torrents. Hegemon forces were in Ulgania, and any response the government was capable of so far was still lackadaisical at best. The country was going to need some other ace in the hole while Catholic and Loyalist sides figured out how to work together again. This, hopefully, would come in the form of a force sent by the Combine. “Time,” Everlet Roberts said to Father Andreas Estharus, the priest that had been such a point of contention barely a week ago, “is a matter right now that we need. There is a reason I’m bringing you with me Father Estharus.” “Of that I’m sure my lost son,” he replied. “But, knowing why I’m on this plane would be nice.” The plane of which he spoke of had taken off from, as chance would have it the same runway that Marcy Trensk was planning to have her own death faked on not long from now. Thousands of feet in the air over land that was still secure from any Hegemon threat, they headed towards the coast, to a port-town that was able to hold the force the Combine offered. A sizable flotilla, composed of two aircraft carriers, a dozen cruisers, a dozen destroyers, and a dozen submarines stood guard over the area. No naval mobilization had been noticed as of yet, but as was the case in the Menhad war, the Ulganian navy would be able to hold ground with everything they had at their disposal. “You see priest, you’re here so I can consult you personally. Our country is still split in three directions. Together, we speak for everyone but Trensk’s pocket, and that pocket is the only reason we’re being subject to a crusade.” “That, of course is obvious in nature,” Estharus said. “What would you have me do then? You, being of the Orthodox nature and me of Genesian Catholic, I would have to ask how you expect things to go between us.” “You’re entitled to that question, priest. It is simple. I need you, as well as Vincent Drakus, and any Genesian Catholics who would follow you two to do as the Hegemony demands.” This statement was just as hard for Roberts to say as it was for Estharus to hear. “You would subject us to that, then?” Estharus said pensively. “What would you do instead? Defy the Genesian Church to the very end? You yourself have told your flock that Trensk is a usurper, and a destructive force in herself. You have strayed from her, and have brought Vincent around as well.” “And yet, we are not of true Genesian faith. We were still isolated for centuries!” “Wouldn’t now be the perfect time to reunite yourselves with your faith? This could be the moment you’ve been waiting for Father, and you just haven’t realized it. You are the hope of all Catholics in this country, and you are the only one with the polarization who can make an impact large enough to bring everyone together. You’re the only one who can make this work. Please Estharus, do this for your country,” Everlet said. “This would all be perfectly convenient for you, and a temptation for me. I have indeed lived my life looking for a way to end the tumultuousness of my faith. Though we do find honor in the fact we have no fear of our faith, but embrace God with all the love and respect that children owe to their parents, we do not fear Him. The Genesians would have us fear not only the Great Father, but to bow before them. They are so blinded in their own delusions of grandeur that we would be insignificant to them in the end,” Estharus said with a hint of rage on his breath. “That isn’t true, Father. They are on this Crusade because of our mistakes. We have all put this upon ourselves. Sure, Roland could have never listened to you. Sure, Marcy should have been viewed as a hostile force, and sure, we should have done so much differently but now we need to make our choices for the present to secure our future. Do you understand me Father?” Everlet pleaded. “My lost son, you would have made a fine Catholic. I will bring my flock around, and we will do what Hegemons would have us do. Our faith is still strong, and I think I can speak for us all when I say God will see His children through to the end of this, and we will shine.” With that, their conversation ended, and Everlet went off to review the plans to meet the Combine at the coast in a separate compartment. Meanwhile, Father Estharus had started formulating just how he could approach Hegemon forces when the time came. In the back of the plane though, Everlet discussed the use of Port Commendia. In a previous promise with Morrocon, its use was considered military in nature and was outfitted to support a flotilla of nearly any size, and on land contained accommodations for over 100,000 personnel. The alliance being formed with The Combine would be enough to buy Everlet enough time to finish reunifying the army. The plane landed on in Commendia City, which was located on a plateau which overlooked the port and the Indian Ocean. A motorcade awaited Roberts as he deplaned, and he made his way to the docking area where the Combine would be entering Ulgania from. OOC: NRE, do you have AIM or anything like that? I’d like to have a little chat with you about how we could finish this thing :P |
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| NRE | Jul 20 2008, 03:29 PM Post #46 |
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Captain Barnard was sorely disappointed when the men reached the village. As his men swept through the dusty streets and rounded up all the civilians, he made a quick point to interrogate the villagers. After a few broken fingers and several bloody noses he quickly learned that there was but maybe three or four Catholic families in the entire village of some one hundred people. "Begin to setup the stakes" he said to his men who quickly began to set them up and gather wood for the fires. The men quickly ran out of stakes, Captain Barnard then instructed them to round up chairs, anything the people could be strapped to. It wasn't apart of the dogma but it would serve the purpose nevertheless. When all the inhabitants of the village save for the three families, some fifteen people, were secured to their stakes, chairs, tables, and the other materials the soldiers were able to fine the Captain pulled out his bible and began to read verses from it. He rarely looked down at the book though, his memory was so clear and crispy he rarely need to. Books and other material that the church had outlawed back home as heresy were also cleaned out of the houses and use for kindling for the fires. When the Captain finished his speech, he made motion for the men to light the fires. Never before had that small village been so bright as it was when the fires were lite. Never again would those three families sleep without the constant memories of the screams they heard that day or the smell they were forced to endure. "This is the smell of pure evil" he told them as he turned and face them. "Take it in and know it well, for when that smell again crosses you know to shun it away for it is the smell of hell's fire and the dark path to Satan." He then motioned for a aid to come to him. In the aid's hands were bibles that he quickly dispersed between the families. "I trust you can all read. Read it and know God's love for you and the love he shares for all his children." The Captain then turned to his men. "Take all the food and supplies you can find, leaving the homes of these families untouched. We move out in one hour, we've stayed here long enough." The men understood and began to ransack the village taking what supplies they needed from the dead villager's homes. The troops would be ready to move soon as they made their march to the capital. |
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| Ulgania | Jul 20 2008, 04:39 PM Post #47 |
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A better Zarathustra has never rode a horse
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Marcos Tavares made his way through the southern Ulganian countryside. He had been dropped from an AWACS plane fifteen miles away from the Hegemon invasion route. The rugged terrain was challenging to crawl through, but he had taken most of the morning to crawl over it. The sniper had prepared himself for a long stay outside of a village that intelligence was considering a prime target for Hegemon forces, and sought the best vantage points that he could move to. It wasn’t long before the sharpshooter spotted the approaching lines of soldiers and lighter vehicles that he tried to locate officers. Before long, he had set up his rifle at the top of a hill, about ½ a mile outside of a village he identified as Srolimburg. There was almost no wind, and the dry day made for getting a shot off a little easier. However, he would still use all of his training to get his shot to be perfect. About an hour after entering the village, the Hegemon soldiers had separated the villagers into two groups, and appeared to be preparing to burn one of the groups alive. Time to act, Tavares thought to himself. He had trouble identifying ranks of soldiers from the distance he was aiming from, but still managed to locate one man who seemed to be giving orders. That is, while soldiers hurried around him, he would wave an arm and move slower. He also wore a different colored uniform and wasn’t lugging the same amount of gear the rest of the soldiers were. Tavares decided this would be the most valuable target, and made haste to rest his scope on the man’s heart. He watched him approach the group about to be burned, and saw him take hold of a small torch. Now or never, he though. The man stopped moving for a few seconds. Just long enough. Pulling the trigger, Tavares kept his eye on the scope long enough to see the man fall forcefully to the ground, and the torch go flying behind him on to another man. Tavares retrieved the bullet shell, folded the tripod, grabbed what he needed, and slowly made his way out of the area as Hegemon soldiers began spitting fire in his general direction. They knew he was there now. They wouldn’t forget he was there, either. Elsewhere General Mateljan was working overseeing a field command center approximately 20 miles north of Srolimburg. He had very little to work with at the moment, and needed more time to prepare. He would of course be fighting this fight as though to win, but also knew that victory was more than unlikely. No, he needed to infict as much damage as possible on the Hegemon force approaching. 20,000 general infantry, 40,000 reserve soldiers, and the 87th Bombardment Division were under his command at that moment. He had ordered all the Colonels that were overseeing the 70,000 people in the area to meet with him. “Gentlemen, you all know very well right now what we have to do. While it goes against what I have fought for in the past, we have a new threat to face, one that has unified us. While we may have ill will amongst ourselves, we have a common enemy right now. This enemy will defeat us, but only for now,” he said. “Sir, you know you have our support,” one of the colonels said. “Aye, that may be, but I want you to have each other’s support. If we cannot be civil, and help each other, and do more than simply follow an order we will last longer than anyone would anticipate. Our country still needs to heal itself, and it will be people like us who will have to help it heal. Let’s close one wound, and keep another from opening,” he said. The colonels saluted, and after they were dismissed Mateljan requested that Srolimburg be monitored via satellite so the bombardment division could begin work as soon as Hegemon forces moved out of the area. |
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| Ukabanea | Jul 20 2008, 10:56 PM Post #48 |
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The Resident Evil?....Mayhap?
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Port Commendia 5:47 AM It was early dawn when Marcus Abbot stepped out onto the deck of the ICS 432 Transport vessel. The air was heavy with the smell of salt and the warm moisture of the morning. It could not be more than a fore night that the fleet had finally arrived in the port of Commendia and Abbots back pained him from the uncomfortable journey that they had recently finished. Abbot stretched and yawned as he searched the deck for his personnel guardsmen. After a short time he found his men dining in the galley breaking their fast and chatting away as if they were never indoctrinated. The Moment their eyes caught sight of Marcus they immediately scrambled to get their faceplates on. “Hail Titus!” shouted Rhego or better known as praetorian 4476 Abbot looked at Rhego with with a blank stare “Save me the Imperial Radicalism 4476 am no Emperor and we have work to do today” The trooper slowly placed his arm at his side, Abbot knew he had crushed the trooper even through his dark emotionless faceplate . “Come, both of you we are to meet the Chancellor on the docks.” The second trooper was a least a head taller than Abbot and far more fearsome. Abbot lifted an eyebrow at the new trooper and shrugged. “Well follow me” With that the party made their way to the gangplank. The air was stifling by the time supplies and troops were finally making their way off the ships. At the end of the cause way stood the Chancellor and his guards. He was an older man, no father than into the greater parts of his 50’s. He wore a plane dark blue suite and had grown a thin grey beard, most likely due to stress. On the Contrary to Abbot’s Black military uniform gleaming with metals and awards. Abbot began to saunter his way down the plank. “Ahh Mr.Everlet” Hissed Abbot in his usual dark voice while still making his way down. Finally Abbot came to a stop and put out his hand while giving the chancellor an unusually gleaming smile. “It is a pleasure to meet you Mr.Everlet, I am Marcus Abbot” (OOC: yeah not my best but am really tired right now :| ) |
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| NRE | Jul 21 2008, 01:21 PM Post #49 |
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Captain Barnard's body hit the ground with a heavy thud. Lieutenant Aurthur Baskin was not far from him when he fell. Moving towards the body he saw the gunshot wound and then motioned to the other soldiers around the area to begin firing in the direction he believed the bullet to come from. Checking the Captain's body, he was not surprised that he was dead. Grabbing his radio, he called back to the Command station. "This is 3rd Crusader Corps, Lt. Baskin. Captain Barnard has been killed, I repeat Captain Barnard has been killed. Please advise." "Stand By 3CC." said the operator on the other end. Motioning to a nearby squad of troops, he order them to follow the sniper into the woods. The moved out quickly and into the jungle for which the sniper had disappeared into. "3CC you're advised to continue on. Lt. Baskin you can assume control. Command out." "Understood" said the Lt. Baskin. Taking what gear he needed off the the Captain, he ordered the body to the edge of the village. A flag was place near it for pickup by the later troops that would come through the area. "We're moving out" he said as he grabbed his gear and moved towards the Captain's jeep. Ordering the squad back who he had sent to search for the sniper, he then had the troops set the jungle on fire. "If he isn't burnt alive he'll die of the smoke" he said as he motioned the jeep forward. The Hegemon forces were on the move again, to whatever village or city laid in the wake ahead. --------------------------------------- General Rossetto-Cipriani was pleased to have finally reached Hegemon Command. He arrived only an hour after Lt. Baskin radioed about Captain Barnard's death. "He knew the risks" said the General when he got briefed. "We'll have a clean up crew in there within the next hour or so to retrieve the body." Moving out of the Command tent he went straight to the troops who were setting up the last of the artillery and anti-air weapons. With his troops now at the command post he could now have supplies flown in by helicopter from the border. Turning to his aid, he order the 5th army be prepared to move out, leaving the 6th for the defense of the camp. "Archbishop Nolan I hope you and the rest of the priests are ready to move out. We are to meet up with my crusaders who have a day's trek on us. If they're still on course they should be getting to a settlement known as Kane within a day. They should have cleared the path, but we'll clean up any loose ends along the way." "We are ready General when you are" said the Archbishop. Within about 30 minutes the 5th army had been organized and was now moving out from base camp, on the road to Kane and beyond to the Capital. |
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| Ulgania | Jul 22 2008, 04:55 AM Post #50 |
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A better Zarathustra has never rode a horse
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“Ah, Marcus Abbot, I am pleased to finally meet you. Let’s hope this visit is conducive for us,” Everlet Roberts said as he grasped Abbot’s hand. “Come, let’s get started right away. There’s much to be done, and every moment counts. The faster we get through this, the faster we can rally and keep the Hegemony from sacking Serpentine.” The two moved with their contingents of security personnel through the port-city up to the stronghold where the Combine’s soldiers would be staying soon. The stronghold was also on the plateau above the port, and commanded a view of the sea and had many natural fortifications. “Your people should be able to hole up here. These quarters may not be the most comfortable, but it will be functional as a base of operations.” The two continued to move about the base for another while, but at the same time a small, untested regiment of Reserve soldiers that had been dispatched to a small southern town cautiously held their rifles to their shoulders as the Hegemony approached. Their job was to protect the town long enough for its inhabitants to flee north, and so far things had gone as planned. They had received word that a sniper had killed their leader, but they were still approaching just as aggressively. The soldiers were of course nervous; their minds filled the stories of those who had fled from the Hegemony vanguard. Even the sniper who had found a small victory barely escaped a forest fire, and had spent the previous day recovering in their town’s clinic. Hegemony soldiers approached, but hadn’t noticed the more-or-less concealed infantrymen. The untested soldiers kept their positions, and had been ordered not to open fire until they were sure they had a shot. This order would prove effective only for a moment though, as they opened fire. These soldiers were amateurs, and while their element of surprise overtook the Hegemon vanguard’s line for a moment, they found themselves being beaten back by a fierce counterattack. The line broke, and the soldiers fell back into the town. So far nothing had been able to stop Hegemon forces, but Ulgania was waiting. OOC EDIT Got a little ahead of myself. Edited by Ulgania, Jul 22 2008, 02:29 PM.
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