War Thread

Smedleyhead · Post by **Smedleyhead** » Thu Oct 12, 2006 4:57 pm

A panting ensign ran into the Admiral just outside his quarters.
"Ah, ensign, what is this news that has got me out of bed at 3 in the morning?" said the Admiral.
"The Nova English convoy, sir, it's been attacked by New Brittania!"
"The chocolates?"
"No news, sir."
The admiral placed his hand over his forhead. "Darn those New Brittanians. they will pay for this, but it is nothing to start an unnecessary conflict over. I'm going to mission control."
"but sir, your off duty."
"Listen, ensign, i can never get back to sleep when someone wakes me up, I'll be more use there."

The ensign agreed, walked away and the Admiral proceeded to mission control.

Nathan of Natopia · Post by **Nathan of Natopia** » Thu Oct 12, 2006 9:59 pm

"Admiral! A message coming in from a relay station in Prey Van. Reports of a Lovely fleet expected to attack Kampong with intentions of land invasion likely at Buopang," blurted out the comm officer as Benden was sipping his tea, causing him to splash a few drops on his crisp, black uniform. "Damn! Ah... Lovely, eh? Shit that's hot... Anyway... right. Split the fleet into formation beta-1. The Thomas Jefferson will command task force one consisting of the Ziegeland, Tasneemia, Tin Can, and Spear. Task force two will consist of the Robland, Punkrock, Muckypuckyland, Siren and Lady's Slipper." The adjunct officer began transmitting the orders as they were spoken and already Benden could see ships pealing off their previous course to regroup in their new task forces heading to their new coordinates. "Task force one will head at full speed to Buopang to do what we can to the Lovely naval landing forces and any Lovely activity near the shore. Task force two will proceed to Chinang where they will defend the Kampongese capital."

Something was about to happen. Benden sipped his tea as the great black fleet wretched itself apart and hurtled in two different directions.

Hours later, the Thomas Jefferson and its task force arrived at Buopang. The Lovely landing fleet was still in the harbor. "Load the turrets, and prepare to fire!" Benden shouted at no one in particular, not exactly aware of who was in charge of tactical. All 12 starboard turrets of the task force unleashed a torrent of shelling on the Lovely forces at Buopang. The task force also lauched its complement of 5 N-1 fighters and 2 LB-2 bombers to fly over major Kampongese cities and seek and destroy any Lovely land forces that are en route between cities.

Meanwhile, Captain Tenpenny of the HSMS Robland, ordered all aeriel craft in his task force to prepare for launch. Six N-1 fighters and four LB-2 bombers lifted off from the decks of the vessels and began their mission. Search and destroy and Lovely land forces marching between Kampongese cities. The naval task force would remain in a blockade around Chinang, should Lovely forces capture it, they would find it useless.

Summary: Natopian fleet splits. Half attack Lovely forces at Buopang, half to blockade/defend Chinang where aeriel forces are launched to seek and destroy Lovely land forces between cities.

foghorn · Post by **foghorn** » Fri Oct 13, 2006 12:26 am

kingjoe wrote:
Bridge Command

Sargeant Cole was a bit worried when he saw the Matbatic tanks driving towards the bridge. But after a chat with one of the friendly Tank Drivers he opened the baricade and waved the oncoming Troops through. Some of the commandos saluted at the Soldiers as a sign of respect while the Nova Ebglish flag flew high. Sargeant Cole wondered why they wanted to build defences around the Western side but he did not mind as it was not his place to ask.

Middle Island

Kushlik was happy at the response from the Anticans and replied to them by saying that they could set up a camp in Way point Town. He then paced up and down in his office until a militia man broke the silence. "So how come we aint killing these guys?" He questioned

Within a split second Kushliks cane flew and struck the man in the face "Because just like our troops they captured the Shah and they are one of Micras' biggest super powers!" He replied as the soldier picked himself up.

Eastern Island

Sargent Major Marcus was watching T.V when he heard a massive amount of noice outside his office. He then stormed over to it and pulled it open "What do you want?" He asked the pair of Soldiers outside his door.

One of them replied "The SOE has reported Riponian Paratroopers south of here sir!"

"Really I only servered with those guys a few months back, right get four jeeps ready and a few men I want to welcome them to the Island. Also bring some suplies chocolate, Hash, Tabaco and what ever else you can find!" answered the Sargeant Major

"Yes Sir" And the soldiers rushed out into the courtyard where two converted Jeeps sat. Then several minutes later a few more soldiers rushed out and uncovered two trucks which where first driven onto the courtyard and then loaded up with suplies. Which would be given to the Riponian soldiers, surely they would be tired after the drop thought Marcus. Then after less than an hour Marcus jumped on the lead jeep in his best ceremonial armour he then ordered his convoy to start moving. The large gate at the foot of the court yard slowly opened as guards patroled up and down with St John's Army Insignias on their shoulders.
Summary and a quick note:

Not Much has happened other than Kushlik inviting Foghorn's soldiers to Way Point Town (Northern Nova English one) and a convoy carrying suplies to the Riponians has sped off at full speed.

Note: After falling over last night I managed to do in my wrist so I may not be able to produce essays in my posts.

Foghorn, in his usual manner, was in the first squad to enter the encampment. He was immediately greeted by Kushlik. Foghorn shook his hand, and immediately came to the point.

"We are here to completely clear this island of all non-NAM troops. Your forces fall under that category. You can either leave in peace and on good terms, use your troops elsewhere in this war, and the Republic will note your favorable decision, or we can anihilate your forces and begin considering annexing your country by force. I suggest the first option, it's best for all involved."

Kushlik's face screwed in confusion and anger. Foghorn decided to add one more point. "You can be assured, sir, that your lands will be safe until you return. You have my word on that. We will let no harm come to them."

Foghorn crossed his arms and waited for the reply.

kingjoe · Post by **kingjoe** » Fri Oct 13, 2006 4:12 am

Waypoint Town

Kushlik thought about the offer then said ok we will leave the island so long as civilians are treated with respect and that if you could ferry us across to the Eastern Island. So that they could meet up with other militias and help defend the island from the New Brittanians. And finally he had one more small request, which was for him and his body guard to stay and help the Antican forces on the Islands. He promised that if they let him it would help them thanks to his vast knowlage of the Islands and tactics that related to the Enemy forces.

Zatriarch Maximillideus · Fri Oct 13, 2006 4:30 am

By noon, all villages on the Westernmost island had been occupied by Matbaic troops. Whilst all the carnage was going on in Kampong and Taesong, the Matbaics readied themselves to set up base with the Natopian allies and ensure that nothing untoward happened with the Nova Englishmen. As the Matbaic tanks rattled forward into Hempton Bay, a very similar proposal was given to the Nova English forces there, who, if they wished it, could be ferried across to the central island.
Now, around two thirds of the island were under the Zatriarchate's control, and the Matbaic tricolour flew proud over Vichika and Hempton Bay.
One morning, a squadron of Black Janissaries marched into a Nova English village. It was a small affair, with a few farms, a church, and an inn, but nonetheless the Janissaries decided to make home there. Posters were nailed up and the commander adressed the entire village.
"Nova Englishmen!"
"Today, you become citizens of the most glorious nation on Micras, the Zatriarchate of Matbaa. You have the honour to become citizens as a result of His Grace Earl Aster XIV's grand plan to expand mother Assyria-on-Micras and you are now subject to the direct rule of the Zatriarchate. Any traitors to the state, church, or people of Matbaa will be made an example of. Just then, two Black Janissaries undid a bag over the head of a Kampongese Partisan, who was shot promptly with the commander's Mauser pistol.
"Get on with us, and we'll get on with you"
The Matbaic and Assyrian flags unfolded from the church tower.

AREA CONTROLLED BY THE ZATRIARCHATE:

kingjoe · Post by **kingjoe** » Fri Oct 13, 2006 4:47 am

Hempton bay command

A young officer burst into commander Bamforth's office "Sir the Matbatics are claiming that they now control us!" he then pushed what seemed like a poster on to Bamforths desk.

"What the hell is happening here! Get this base on high alert this is Nova English administered land and although we don't wish to fight our allies we can't let them enslave us!" Replied a very angrey Bamforth

"Get the 1st Mechinised legionaires to fortifiy the Northern town just incase. Wait a minute you prat this report says that they have taken over ONE single village for a military base." He said as he laughed at the fact that the village had a rather large hash field and market "I wonder if we can make any more addicts. Send a message to them saying that they must leave the Hash bussineses alone as it is an important ecomnomical resource for the Nova English Villages. Infact West Island Hash was almost at the same quality of East Moorland Hash but even stronger and smoked alot better.

However he was still unsure about what was happening, he couldn't figure out if he had smoked to much Hash and was having a very bad dream. Or schizophrenia had finaly caught up with him and was making his life harder. Meanwhile troops around the Island were still unsure on what was happening when Matbatic flags started to fly all around the villages.

Earl Aster · Post by **Earl Aster** » Fri Oct 13, 2006 5:19 am

Due to some political complications, Operation plastic egg will be withdrawn. The two White Knight Guard divisions, the Rashid light tank corps, the Matbaic air force and air arm stationed there, the supply vehicles, colonialists, buerocrats and the naval forces will all be withdrawn to the new Matbaic held colony of Vichka. The military base will be dissasembled, and I ensure to president Hieu and anyone else concerned that there will be no reminiant of Matbaic colonialism remaining on the island within 100 hours.

Iehova · Post by **Iehova** » Fri Oct 13, 2006 6:04 am

Fleet Admiral Mackintosh closed thevideo conference he had been having with Field Marshal Lee and Admiral Smedley, and picked up a nearby phone.

"Get me Major Edward Stewart"

"Yes, Fleet Admiral"

The Fleet Admiral Waited. Major Stewart was the ranking paratroop officer on the ground at point alpha.

"Sir, it's Major Stewart"

"Major, it is time to begin stage three of operation Persephone. Bring the entire island under NAM control. Inform all non-NAM forces that their presence on the island merely exacerbates the situation, and that they are thus required to leave. Assure them that we shall not touch their territory, and that it is safe under temporary NAM control.

Tell them that the Riponian Navy will be happy to ferry them back to their homelands, should they require our assistance in getting home.

I want you to search every ship attempting to dock on the island, only non-military goods will be allowed.

Furthermore, I want roadblocks all across the island. Got that, Major?"

"Yes, Fleet Admiral."

"Get on with it then."

"Right away sir."

The Fleet Admiral put the phone back in its rocker and leaned back in his chair.

kingjoe · Post by **kingjoe** » Fri Oct 13, 2006 7:25 am

Eastern Island

Marcus had been sent a mesage regarding the evacuation "For crying out loud if that attack hadn't been bad enough we have to move around 200 soldiers to Western Island. Tell the Riponian commander that me and several of our elite soldiers wish to stay with them." Said Marcus

The soldier replied "Yes sir" and ran to the radio room.

Western Island

Commander Bamforth had been swamped with Militia men and troops being sent over from the other Islands. But he was determined to keep some sort of Nova English position on the Western Island for military reasons. "Sargeant send a message to the NAM nations that we wish to hold Hempton Bay to Northern Town on the Western Island under our control. However if they wish their militarys may set up military bases!" Ordered toa near by sargeant who in turn ran to the communication center.

Smedleyhead · Post by **Smedleyhead** » Fri Oct 13, 2006 8:24 am

The Admiral was in a video call to his second-in-command at Smedleytech. They were talking strictly business, when an exoskeleton walked past carrying a wooden crate.
"I see you're testing out the Exoskeletons then?" said the Admiral
"Oh yes, they're working great. We've had men lifting 700kg loads without a problem, they are performing beyodn expectations in every test so far."
"excellent, well, I'll talk to you again in a few days"
the video call ended, the Admiral plucked a cigar from his inside pocket, lit it and began to inhale the fumes. He coughed, sending a cloud of billowing smoke across the room.

Summary: Pointless non-war related backstory.

Earl Aster · Post by **Earl Aster** » Fri Oct 13, 2006 8:29 am

Iehova, can my 3 Divisions of WKG and naval forces help with your operation? The WKG and their chinooks have safely touched down in Matbaic Vichka and the Naval forces and supplies have arrived in the ports of Vichka after what appears to be a complete waste of time for the Matbaic military so they are eager for action! Always look out for a fellow NAM member, especially if he is a Riponian!

...Zatriarch, I have some colonialsts who want to "Visit" Vichka. Do they have permission to land?

For the moment, they will back up Zatriarch's troops in the city, whilst the Rashid light armoured corps from ZMNS Hamed patrol the surrounding countryside. 2 CH-47 Black Fleet Chinooks with air support are patrolling the Woods between Vickha, the Battered bridge and hampton bay. The Matbaic PT boat squadron will be patrolling around the battered bridge, whilst my three ships will help reinforce NAM peacekeeper doctrine along the coast.

My Tactical Stratospheric bombers have taken off from an undisclosed nuclear bomber base in Matbaa to patrol the skies at high altitude over the island that Vickha is on for around 4 hours. They have some REAL firecrackers on board, so I would be careful, to anyone who wants to annoy any NAM forces. And these firecrackers can pack one HELL of a punch...
I would not give any orders for a LARGE fireworks show unless something happens, but if there are any malicious manouvres against NAM forces or against anyone who commits a large warcrime, I will give them a fireworks show that they will never forget.
...But this is really a very rare chance, but NAM's charter will be upheld, at whatever cost...

SUMMARY: EARL ASTER'S FORCES ARRIVE IN VICHKA AFTER FAILED OPERATION PLASTIC EGG. THEY ARE LOOKING FOR SOMETHING TO DO!

Guido Zambelis · Post by **Guido Zambelis** » Fri Oct 13, 2006 1:21 pm

The Commander was interupted from his crossword by DCNet neping at him. Annoyed, he flicked to the screen, expecting yet another 'Delivery Failed' message. Instead he found reports of a Natopian attack on Lovlian forces. The suddenly, the messages started pouring in a fast as he could read them. 'Fatalities, unconfirmed numbers' read most. The only positive message was the Object Completion one. The task forces had secured all the major inland Kampongesecities, but there were many casualties and reports still of heavy fighting in the costal areas. He called for the helicopter, and was off in seconds.

Summary: Not much, just deciding on casualties and progress now.

Grand Marshall of USSC · Fri Oct 13, 2006 4:54 pm

10 New Brittanian B52's armed with cruise missiles have taken off from the ponton island escorted by 10 eurofighters and are making their way south towards the most eastern of the warring islands, before they reach the island they are to turn east then turn again to approach the island from the south east. When the planes get within 300 miles of the Nova English settlement they are to fire off 12 cruise missiles each before returning to base by the same route. The escorts are armed with air to air missiles for defence.

Post by **Pete** » Fri Oct 13, 2006 5:52 pm

For the two Helicoptors abouve Lovelies Fleet the word of Natopias's attack meant all lights were Green. under the cover of darkness, Katarian forces began desending down ropes onto the assorted ships of the Lovely forces. Around them was straped timed C4, easily dentonated by a bullet. There missionwas suicide. There glory, eternal. Among the desending forces were those sentenced to death for assorted crimes. This mission would restore them honour, and save their families, and themselves, from eternal damnation. It was never said that the Emperor was a crual man, but this God was a vengeful God, and orders were orders.

One by one they declined onto the fleet, landing silently and quickly moving to cover from where ever prying eyes may lay. The operation was simple, get in position and wait. even if they were to attempt to run it would only cause there death to come quicker, they would go out of radio contact and, well, "Kablamo!" and so as the troops waited for the One AM deadline, they silently prayed to the God who had ordered their death. The man who had saved them

ummery: C4'red troops silently lowered onto Deaks of Lovlies ships on Suicide mission.

foghorn · Post by **foghorn** » Fri Oct 13, 2006 6:10 pm

Foghorn agreed to the terms, and watched as the Kampongese soldiers were airlifted off the island.

He turned to his officers, as well as the Kampongese scouts. "Well, let's get moving. There's a Nova English city to the south if I'm not mistaken. We'll leave 2 snipers here to watch over the city and call us back if we're needed, and go deliver the same ultimatum to the Nova English. We'll see if they're as reasonable as you all are."

chrimigules · Post by **chrimigules** » Fri Oct 13, 2006 11:02 pm

"Bellerophon to Naval Infantry. Naval Infantry, please come in." CPO Hadrian adjusted the controls. Maybe they're off frequency.

"Bellerophon to Naval Infantry. Naval Infantry, please come in." Crackling came on her headset. Something focusing in.

"Naval Infantryman Oleson here." Finally. Hadrian held her hand over her headset's mic and turned to Lt. Miranda.

"Sir, I have the Naval Infantry." Lt. Miranda gave out a sigh of relief. He picked up the handset for the Command and Control Station.

"Commander, we have them."

"Naval Infantryman Oleson, Commander Mules requests Commander Foghorn."

"Aye..." The signal broke off momentarily. In the mean time, Christopher stepped onto the CDC and immediately reached his hand out to CPO Hadrian, who handed him her headset. He slipped it on.

"Foghorn here. What's up, Chris?"

"Just asking for an update on progress. Have you located the Nova English forces?"

"Uh yeah. We're heading out to the main city to the south. There should be a large group of Nova English just waiting to have their asses handed to them. Oh, and I have good news."

"What's that?" Lt Miranda interrupted Christopher for a moment and handed him a clipboard.

"Latest from recon patrol." Christopher nodded and read through it. A pair of Vipers modified for longer range reconnaisance had been investigating action on the northern side of the Middle Island so that the Carrier Group had eyes on the opposite side. Halfway down the page was something about a Nova English convoy leaving the northern Nova English city. That's odd. Foghorn was right there and did nothing?

"I made contact with the Kampongese. We agreed to peaceable terms so that we could focus on the Nova English. They sent a majority of their forces to the Eastern Island to help their defense against the New Brittanians." Oh no... Christopher reread that part about the convoy of transports.

"Did they leave at... 1350?" Please no... please no...

"Yeah. How did you know?" Frack.

"Nick... those were the Nova English..."

"No they weren't. These were the guys in control of the northern major city. The Kampongese."

"No, the Nova English control both of the large cities. The Kampongese control the eastern, smaller cities." The channel just filled with static for the next 20 seconds.

"Frack..." Christopher turned his head to Lt Miranda.

"Lieutenant, is that Nova English convoy still in the water?"

"No sir, the recon detected them when they were already three-fourths of the way to the Eastern Island. By the time this report got back to us, they would've been docked." Christopher wanted to smash the clipboard in his hand onto the station, but he held back.

"Well, now I feel dumb."

"Yeah, Nick, you really should. You let the enemy escape."

"I thought they were the Kampongese..."

"Well obviously they weren't! The Kampongese don't even have any organized units other than citizen militias on this island!" Christopher tore the headset off his head and tossed it into CPO Hadrian's hands. He flung the clipboard at Lt Miranda, who barely caught it, and started walking out.

"Tell the recon Vipers to make some detailed passes of the Eastern Island. Looks like the fight might be moving."

Summary: Bellerophon Carrier Group readies for some detailed recon passes over the Eastern Island to identify the various military locations.

Braden Indianensis · Post by **Braden Indianensis** » Fri Oct 13, 2006 11:58 pm

The Capture of Stonecourt

Two Antican helicopters touched down in a stone-paved plaza, in the easternmost city of the Middle Island. The place was pretty dismal: buildings lay in ruin everywhere, and large pieces of rubble were scattered about precariously. The doors of the helicopters suddenly slid apart, and out jumped twenty men, ten from each vehicle. Their young commander, Second Lieutenant Everard Hayes, stepped out last, and surveyed his surroundings.
His men, an advance unit of the Home Guard, were standing in the midst of a large, rectangular, stone courtyard, which extended from the termination of the piers at the harbor, across about fifty feet, where it disappeared and led off into two broad avenues. Two small, minaret-like towers stood on either side of the avenue which led directly south.
“Secure the area,” ordered Lt. Hayes. “We should have the place safe for landing ASAP.” As he said this, a bullet came whizzing by, out of the tower on the right, finding its mark in the stomach of a nearby soldier. Another, from the other tower, bounced off of the flagstones.
“Frack!” someone yelled.
“Take cover!” called the lieutenant. The men rushed in groups to hide behind large chunks of rubble. Lieutenant Hayes immediately radioed for support. “Command, we’ll need assistance; these are snipers.”
“Can you see where they are?”
“Looks like those minarets to the northeast.” The man next to him cleared his throat.
“Funny…seemed more like towers to me,” he drawled. Lieutenant Hayes sighed through his teeth.
“Trust me,” he said. “They’re minarets.”
“Sir,” the private contradicted, “minarets are attached to mosques. These are standing alone. They’re towers.” Another bullet bounced off the masonry behind which the men were crouching.
“Well, soon, they won’t be much of anything,” said the Lieutenant. “Here come those Vipers.” Two jets came soaring overhead in flight mode, and, as they approached the towers, slowed down and went into hover mode. They were almost perfectly stationary as their fans hummed, the dominant sound amid thunderous silence; they opened bomb-bay doors, each dropping one missile near the center of his tower. Soon, the towers were little more than fragments of stonework. The men slowly crawled out from behind their cover. Lt. Hayes picked up the radio.
“Command, the immediate threat is neutralized...inform the Commandant he may begin his landing.”

In about twenty minutes, the men and large gunnery of the Home Guard had been unloaded, and had formed into their companies. Braden strolled forth to address the group.
“Ladies and gentlemen, your mission today is quite simple: you are to eliminate any and all resistance. Our aim is the capitulation of this city. The largest group of you will proceed southward, where the resistance is expected to be rather thick. Our airstrikes have destroyed quite a few buildings on the southern avenue, but house-to-house searches will be required. The fight might not be easy. The rest of you will come with me down the eastern avenue. Good luck to you all!”
The men stood, saluted, and began their work.

First Lieutenant Munier was in command of the forces heading southward. She led the men on, making them hide in rubble when she felt suspicious. As they continued down the avenue, four-man teams stopped at each door and did quick checks of each building that still stood. At one, an old woman appeared at the doorway when the Lieutenant and a few soldiers attempted to enter; she hit Lieutenant Munier over the head with her bag, crying in her broken English, “Get out! Get out!” The Lieutenant was tempted to shoot the torpid old she-cow where she stood, but was restrained.

When the group finally met the resistance—some 200 militia rabble, holding out behind a makeshift barricade of old cars, trashcans, plywood, crates, and sheet metal from God-knows-where—Lieutenant Munier picked up her megaphone and addressed them.
“Attention!” she called. “In the name of the Assembly of the Republic of Antica, you are ordered to disperse immediately! Return to your homes!” The immediate response consisted of a peppering of gunfire. The men crouched, again, behind the debris. Lieutenant Munier scowled, and ordered the men to fire back, though it was hardly necessary for her to do so. The agonized cries of a few dying men were heard…she breathed it in, deeply.
“Pas plus tâchant avec ces chiens…” she seethed, and then signaled for the heavy weaponry unit to come forth. One of the men—a young, square-jawed fellow from Hiawatha—took expert aim with his RPG and blasted a huge hole in the barricade. The wreck it caused was truly phenomenal; several Kampongese militiamen lay burned, their abdominal cavities sheared like venison jerky, on the street…many still had bits of sheet metal (automatic shrapnel) stuck in them. But the maelstrom was not yet over. Grenades continued to be propelled smack-dab into the center of the militia formation, devastating those below like rain from Hell itself; and then a huge, monstrous old howitzer was rolled forth. It launched its shells high into the air; they came whistling down, like so many monstrous hornets. Huge explosions rang up, and a few men were tossed into the air; their blood-curdling screams being the herald of the deed. The shells carved a giant swathe through the formation of the enemy, like Moses through the Red Sea; veritable craters were left in the pavement where the missiles had impacted.

Lieutenant Munier gave a harsh, piercing whistle, and with a battle-cry of “Vive la République!” she led the men on, rushing like a tide, screaming themselves hoarse. They came to the barricade, and scaled the top. They fired their rifles down on the heads of the foe, driving them back. The Guardsmen lay on their bellies, then, and continued firing in vollies until the enemy broke and ran; the forces of the Republic pursued them relentlessly down the street, hunting the cowards down like a terrier hunts rats. When the avenue turned a corner, five Antican men were ripped apart by machine gun fire; some of the Kampongese who had fled had summoned the courage to turn around and set up a small ambush; they were overwhelmed soon enough, however, and the engines of their cowardice were turned on their swiftly-sprinting compatriots, finishing off the batch.

When the Lieutenant entered the square, she found several things. One was that the headquarters of the militia was largely in ruins; no more than fifty defenders guarded the rubble, and the new, modern-looking watchtower that had been erected. She also found that the group under Commandant Indianensis had arrived a few minutes before her own men, and was already mopping up the Kampongese. She called over to a second-lieutenant, “Get out of there! We’re going to use the RPGs!” The young man gave a thumbs-up, and ran off. Before much time had passed, the other group had cleared out; grenades were quickly launched in a general area, ending the lives of at least twenty enemy combatants, and destroying the hiding places of the rest. Then, Braden’s group rushed forward, and destroyed the remaining opposition to the last man.

Now, the matter of the watchtower. There was, in fact, no one in it. A few men ran, quickly, to its topmost room, from where they could access the flagpole. The men in the square cheered as the Kampongese flag was lowered, and the Antican colors were raised.

From there, the rest of the attack was fairly simple: the doors to the basement of the compound were forced open. Down a flight of stairs in a large bunker, thirteen lesser officers stood with sabers drawn before the desk of their Commander; they proceeded to attempt to valiantly resist. Lieutenant Munier, who was, by this time, quite tired of this sort of crap, pulled out her revolver and shot one of these men in the face. The rest promptly dropped their swords and put their hands in the air, before being led away in handcuffs. Meanwhile, Braden produced from his pocket a small document of surrender, which the commander of the city’s forces was to sign—not discuss, just sign. When this was done, he too was handcuffed, and thrown, with his officers, in the Avenger’s brig.

The very next day, Commander Mules and his retinue came ashore to inspect the captured town, as well as the soldiers who had done the job. When this was done, he was to eat lunch with Braden and Lieutenant Munier. When he arrived, he seemed irritated. He waited until the actual meal to reveal what had gone amiss.

“I received a recon report yesterday evening,” he said, “which mentioned a convoy of Nova English transports headed for the Eastern Island. They had left from Waypoint. You remember, Foghorn was supposed to make camp there.” Braden nodded. “Anyway,” Chris continued, “Foghorn…he thought the city belonged to the Kampongese, and he let the Nova English escape to the Eastern Island.” Braden was silent. He didn’t know how anyone could confuse the swarthy Kampongese with the fairer-skinned Nova English, or how you could possibly mix up their architectural styles, but Foghorn had done it. Chris sighed. “I’m sending a few Vipers to do some reconnaissance over at the Eastern Island.”

“Very well, then,” said Braden, his forehead planted firmly on the tabletop. “For the meantime, let’s continue with our original plan; we’ll deal with the Kampongese, and then head up to Waypoint to take Foghorn seriously in hand.”

Summary: The RDF has taken the easternmost city on the Middle Island (officially renamed "Stonecourt")

Earl Aster · Post by **Earl Aster** » Sat Oct 14, 2006 3:29 am

The Rashid Armoured corps with a small mechanized contingent of 100 WKG and 100 Rashid mountain trooper speed into the countryside approximately 40 miles out of Vichka. Their aim is to tell the natives their new citizenship peacefully and without any hassle. The radio sirens now blared up:

++As of this day, the 14th of October 2006 of our blessed lord and saint Tavaloris, of the memory o of our great ancestors, the mighty Assyrian warrior-kings, Every village or town within a forty mile radius of the Matbaic colony of Vichka is now under political and military protection of the Zatriarchate of Matbaa. You are now all citizens and should be proud of your new status as fellow brother Assyrians of the Hazuyeko plan. Prepare yourself for a new life and a new world to be opened up on this previously barren and war torn island. Welcome to the happy world of Matbaic and NAM administration!++

The WKG and Mountain rangers searched the houses hurredly and pasted leaflets in the town square. Trucks also came into the villages, delivering much needed aid. The Rashid armoured cars and light tanks and tanklets spead through the streets and rice paddies to secure the area. The 8 B-52 Stratospheric bombers with their "Fireworks" spead over the island keeping a keen eye on developments. The commander of this task force guarantees that all towns within a forty mile radius will be under strict NAM-Matbaic control by 100 hours.

Guido Zambelis · Post by **Guido Zambelis** » Sat Oct 14, 2006 4:12 am

OOC: Pete, can we halt proceedings until Nate gets back?

Post by **Pete** » Sat Oct 14, 2006 5:54 am

OOC: Certianly

Zatriarch Maximillideus · Sat Oct 14, 2006 6:08 am

OOC: Yeah, I'll be away from any internet this weekend, so can I have proceedings halted too? Thanks.

Iehova · Post by **Iehova** » Sat Oct 14, 2006 6:50 am

Reports were coming in thick and fast as Fleet Admiral Mackintosh stood next to a radio operator, absorbing the reams of information.

"Sir, the Nova English agree to leave the island, but request a small military presence to remain," said the radio operator.

The Fleet Admiral thought for a moment before giving his response. "Agree to their request, but on the following terms:

One, they do not so much as breath without first informing Joint Forces Command.

Two, should they break condition number one, they will be ejected from the island, forcibly if necessary.

Three, a small shipment of Nova English chocolate shall be prepared for my fleet. I hear it's damn good."

"Yes sir, right away sir!" replied the radio operator. "New Britannian aircraft appear to be en route to the eastern island, it looks like they could be about to attack!"

"What?" Fleet Admiral Mackintosh cried, "There are Riponian troops swarming all over that island! Contact New Britannian High Command. Tell them to turn those aircraft around and send them back home. Those New Britannian aircraft are not to attack the eastern island. Any of it. We must stop them by any means necessary. Are Admiral Smedley's Bobcats still providing air support over that island?"

"Yes sir."

"Good, request that they be diverted towards the New Britannian aircraft. They are to escort the New Britannians back to base. Scramble five Bobcats from the Kropotkin, orders are also to escort the New Britannians back to base."

"I'm right on it, sir"

"Oh, and remind the New Britannians that it is not in their best interests to attack Riponian or NAM troops"

"Yes sir."

SUMMARY: 5 bobcats (armed with A-A) scrambled to intercept New Britannian aircraft and escort them back to base. Admiral Smedley requested to divert his Bobcats (who you shall remember are providing air support over the island) towards the New Britannians as well.[/quote]

kingjoe · Post by **kingjoe** » Sat Oct 14, 2006 8:54 am

Eastern Island

Sargeant Major Marcus had been given a message which showed the terms he was to follow. He was rather happy about this and he thought that if they liked the chocolate this much then if they could protect the convoys then they could have as much as they like. He then gathered up a small force of twenty men whom would stay on the Island. Also he sorted out the small amount of transport that they would have it consisted of:

-4 Jeeps armed with machine guns or MAAM (Multiple Anti-Air Missile launcher)
-1 R-80 Main Battle tank
-1 Open topped lorry

"Right you John, send a message to the Riponians agreeing to their terms and tell the chocolate will need some protection from them. Then orginise the weapon stock I want to know what we got here!" Asked Marcus

John replied "Yes Marcus I will do that now" John one of the men selected to stay was an Ex-Royal Commando before being expeled for going on a bit of a mad one in a enemy bunker. But he went stright to the small communications room in their small underground bunker.

Babs · Post by **Babs** » Sat Oct 14, 2006 11:18 am

The Commander rocked in his chair. He was stuck in limbo. If the Natopian missiles hit, then he would have a slim chance of the Concorde remaining fit for service, let alone himself.
He got out his map of the warzone, and studied alternative routes around the area.

'Corporal?'
'Yes Commander?'
'Prepare every single man and his dog, put the ship on high alert, if Natopia and Katria go ahead and fire, I want as many people as possible kept out of it.'
'Sir?'
'Yes?'
'What about me?'
'What about you?'
'Well, where do I go?'
'Ok, you are to inform all crew members about everything, and assign each member a lifeboat. Then were going to have a drill, after that, I'd say about 6:30, we'll go back to our normal duties.'
'No sir, I mean, where do I put myself if they fire, sir?'
'Oh, you come in the chopper with me, and we either a) go to one of ours thats not hit, or b) head to Saigon.'
'Yes Sir'
'Thank you Corporal. And well done.'
'Thank you sir, I shall prepare the ship'

Summary: HMLS Concorde is fully prepared for full scale evacuation, should the need arise

kingjoe · Post by **kingjoe** » Sat Oct 14, 2006 11:44 am

Eastern Island

Marcus was helping in counting what weapons the small elite force was left with:

-30 G36
-4 G36L (Support gun version)
-4 H&K HK21 Heavy machine guns
-5 Stinger anti-aircraft launchers
-2 MAAM launchers
-4 Light Anti-Tank launchers
-Lots of grenades
-30 Mines
-4 Anti-Aircraft Guns
-2 morters

These were the weapons that his small army would be using to defend his patch of land. He then sent a message to the Riponians asking for permission to move to his other bunker which was closer to the Riponians and to say that he could bring the chocolate plus some chocolate makers before as long as he had Riponian escorts. After that he sat back and relaxed in his leather chair then he took a few puffs from his hash pipe before having a well earned nap. Meanwhile in the underground garages the soldiers were polishing the tank and the other jeeps and lorrys. While two men kept a consant watch out for troop movements in the command room which was full of busy radar screens and computer displaying various infomation. Also in the communication room one solder sat with a small piece of paper which had the message for the Riponians.

Summary:
Not much really just Marcus asking for a Riponian escort to take the Nova English forces to a bunker which is closer to te Riponians.