Official War Thread
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Port of Sails,
Furfein Tosha conMakain,
Toketi
Sirthi ShortBow had a long tiring day at work. He was looking forward for his upcoming holidays and the planned family trip to the nearby camping area. He looked over his dinner plate and saw his two girls giggling and trying to hide their smiles. He then caught his wife doing the same. He gave a puzzling look back at the them, only for his wife to pick up the napkin and wipe his face. Some tomato sauce had fallen on his beard. The kids couldn't control their laughter anymore and gave in. Sirthi and his wife joined them soon. But then suddenly, all became quiet again as Sirthi's attention got diverted towards the television set.
"Good evening. In today's top stories, our brave men are leading the fight against the enemies and pushing them into the seas. We are told that the airforce and ground units have secured several of the Jasonian Islands. The enemy is no..."
BOOM!
And then the tv went black. So did the lights. It was all replaced by the screams of the two girls. Sirthi and his wife tried to calm the two children, giving them comfort in saying that the parents were still there and that nothing was going to happen. After about a minute or two, the screams stopped and were replaced by feelings of 'now what?'. Sirthi had a similar feeling. Now what was happening? What was that large explosion noise? He walked to his balcony and looked out. It was night time and he could hardly see anything. The rest of the city was also without lights. It seemed like a total blackout. And then he noticed it. At first, he thought it was a cloud, but then it became clear. It was a black smoke rising from the power plants that were supply electricity to the entire region. The entire facility was blown up. Then a couple more explosions in other parts of the city.
Somewhere in Damev,
Furfein Tosha conMakain,
Toketi
Two dark Ospreys hovered over the tree tops and quickly came to a rest in the middle of a small clearing. The doors were opened and even before the helicopter came to a complete stop, figures began jumping out the rear and taking up positions nearby. Then suddenly, as soon as the Osprey came to a stop, a Patria AMV drove out of the rear of each Osprey, followed by several more men in dark suits. Overhead, four AH-64D attack helicopters roared in and began firing their lethal weapons. Within five minutes, the two Patrias and the special forces men began heading for the nearby guarded building. Everything was going to plan and to the minute.
X-3
Somewhere in the waters,
Near Makaronam,
nolParan,
Toketi
Captain John Border looked out of his window as the last group of missiles left his ship. He then signalled his signals officer to send a signal to the carrier ship, X-1000, informing them that the first part of the plan was completed. This was important. The supreme commander of the group wanted to be acknowledged of every little part of the plan immediately. And John didn't want to dissappoint Him on his first mission under Him. The plan was His. And what a plan it was.
X-1000
Somewhere in the waters,
Near Tanyara island
"Sir, X-1 reports completion of their task. X-3, X-4 had already reported.". The well-built officer spoke.
"Good." was the reply. The tone was authorative, yet calm.
"Sir, we got contact from Golden Baby. The paratroopers have dropped in at the airport at Yaskhona. They have begun their operations of controlling. They are facing some opposition, but they say they can handle it. They expect the airbase under our control in a few hours."
"Operation Skywalker?"
"The special forces have landed sir. They report the intel was correct. Very little opposition. Richness expected." The officer noticed the smile on His face as the last two words were spoken. Though he didn't understand it why, he didn't bother asking the question. But that was too late. The young officer had stood there staring at Him for a little too long.
"You want to why I am smiling?"
"No sir. I uh..."
"You think I did not notice you noticing me smiling?"
"No sir. er Yes. si. no.. No sir"
"Yes? No? No? Yes?"
The officer was sweating now. The cabin room was already hot and worse, His presence was making it even harder to breath easily.
"A little time ago, a group that called itself NUMBERS, broke into this building," He pointed to one of the satellite photos, "and stole several radical technology weapons equipment. Unfortunately, the group didn't realise that the equipment came with self-destruct mechanisms. We do. And we paid good money to figure out what that mechanism is, how its operated and the likes. Skywalker is designed to steal these equipment and this time, avoid losing those systems because of the self-destruct. Lucky for us, the Tokens are busy fightings in Jasonia. There's not many troops here. And those that are, will take about a day or two to get to us. I expect us to be out of here within 24 hours. We came. We saw. We stole. And we brought hell."
Summary:
I haven't mentioned the exact details in the above story, as this is a surprise attack, and thus, you wouldn't know what the hell is going on until you get a decent news from the area.
I have fired missiles at the power stations, communications (tv, radio, newspaper stations etc..) and fire brigades stations (the place where you house the fire fighting personnel and vehicles) at Damev, Yaskhona, Port of Sails and Makaronan. Assume 10 to 15 missiles per city.
Paratroopers landed at the airport at Yaskhona. They are going about killing the ground staff and security forces. They are aided by 2 A-10s, 1 AC-130, 2 AH-64D and 2 eurofighters (anti-ground weapons onboard). 2 raptor are providing anti-air cover. AEW/AWACS provided near Yaskhona. the eurofighters and a-10s came in first to clear out the radar and AA units. followed by the rest to suppress the enemy and destroy them.
2 Raptors, 2 Eurofighters, all carrying anti-ground weapons (like HARMs and bombs), strike at the airports at Damev and Port of Sails. Their mission is to render it un-useable. They are firing from outside the range of normal AA.
X-1000 (carrier) is near Tanyara (or the island on which this city is), but in international/Toketi waters. subs nearby providing defense.
X-3 near Makaronan. X-1, X-2 inbetween Yaskhona and Port of Sails. X-4 east of Port of Sails.
Edit:
I forgot to mention in summary that my special forces have attacked a facility/building in Damev that houses some Toketi units. The plan is to acquire blueprints or working examples of Chelkran Battle Suits, Chelkran Powered Battle Armor, Zetix Improved Outer Tactical Vest (IOTV) Armor, Drop Cubes, CheLat MPR-07 Mutable Combat Weapon, Satyr Combat Armor, Kensai Ninja Armor, Longbow Mk IV Missile System, CAA Corvus-class Gunships, Wildfire Chelkran Battle Tanks, Cerberus Main Battle Tanks, Keshian Templars (or the equipments on them).
Basically anything that is uniquely Toketi.
Furfein Tosha conMakain,
Toketi
Sirthi ShortBow had a long tiring day at work. He was looking forward for his upcoming holidays and the planned family trip to the nearby camping area. He looked over his dinner plate and saw his two girls giggling and trying to hide their smiles. He then caught his wife doing the same. He gave a puzzling look back at the them, only for his wife to pick up the napkin and wipe his face. Some tomato sauce had fallen on his beard. The kids couldn't control their laughter anymore and gave in. Sirthi and his wife joined them soon. But then suddenly, all became quiet again as Sirthi's attention got diverted towards the television set.
"Good evening. In today's top stories, our brave men are leading the fight against the enemies and pushing them into the seas. We are told that the airforce and ground units have secured several of the Jasonian Islands. The enemy is no..."
BOOM!
And then the tv went black. So did the lights. It was all replaced by the screams of the two girls. Sirthi and his wife tried to calm the two children, giving them comfort in saying that the parents were still there and that nothing was going to happen. After about a minute or two, the screams stopped and were replaced by feelings of 'now what?'. Sirthi had a similar feeling. Now what was happening? What was that large explosion noise? He walked to his balcony and looked out. It was night time and he could hardly see anything. The rest of the city was also without lights. It seemed like a total blackout. And then he noticed it. At first, he thought it was a cloud, but then it became clear. It was a black smoke rising from the power plants that were supply electricity to the entire region. The entire facility was blown up. Then a couple more explosions in other parts of the city.
Somewhere in Damev,
Furfein Tosha conMakain,
Toketi
Two dark Ospreys hovered over the tree tops and quickly came to a rest in the middle of a small clearing. The doors were opened and even before the helicopter came to a complete stop, figures began jumping out the rear and taking up positions nearby. Then suddenly, as soon as the Osprey came to a stop, a Patria AMV drove out of the rear of each Osprey, followed by several more men in dark suits. Overhead, four AH-64D attack helicopters roared in and began firing their lethal weapons. Within five minutes, the two Patrias and the special forces men began heading for the nearby guarded building. Everything was going to plan and to the minute.
X-3
Somewhere in the waters,
Near Makaronam,
nolParan,
Toketi
Captain John Border looked out of his window as the last group of missiles left his ship. He then signalled his signals officer to send a signal to the carrier ship, X-1000, informing them that the first part of the plan was completed. This was important. The supreme commander of the group wanted to be acknowledged of every little part of the plan immediately. And John didn't want to dissappoint Him on his first mission under Him. The plan was His. And what a plan it was.
X-1000
Somewhere in the waters,
Near Tanyara island
"Sir, X-1 reports completion of their task. X-3, X-4 had already reported.". The well-built officer spoke.
"Good." was the reply. The tone was authorative, yet calm.
"Sir, we got contact from Golden Baby. The paratroopers have dropped in at the airport at Yaskhona. They have begun their operations of controlling. They are facing some opposition, but they say they can handle it. They expect the airbase under our control in a few hours."
"Operation Skywalker?"
"The special forces have landed sir. They report the intel was correct. Very little opposition. Richness expected." The officer noticed the smile on His face as the last two words were spoken. Though he didn't understand it why, he didn't bother asking the question. But that was too late. The young officer had stood there staring at Him for a little too long.
"You want to why I am smiling?"
"No sir. I uh..."
"You think I did not notice you noticing me smiling?"
"No sir. er Yes. si. no.. No sir"
"Yes? No? No? Yes?"
The officer was sweating now. The cabin room was already hot and worse, His presence was making it even harder to breath easily.
"A little time ago, a group that called itself NUMBERS, broke into this building," He pointed to one of the satellite photos, "and stole several radical technology weapons equipment. Unfortunately, the group didn't realise that the equipment came with self-destruct mechanisms. We do. And we paid good money to figure out what that mechanism is, how its operated and the likes. Skywalker is designed to steal these equipment and this time, avoid losing those systems because of the self-destruct. Lucky for us, the Tokens are busy fightings in Jasonia. There's not many troops here. And those that are, will take about a day or two to get to us. I expect us to be out of here within 24 hours. We came. We saw. We stole. And we brought hell."
Summary:
I haven't mentioned the exact details in the above story, as this is a surprise attack, and thus, you wouldn't know what the hell is going on until you get a decent news from the area.
I have fired missiles at the power stations, communications (tv, radio, newspaper stations etc..) and fire brigades stations (the place where you house the fire fighting personnel and vehicles) at Damev, Yaskhona, Port of Sails and Makaronan. Assume 10 to 15 missiles per city.
Paratroopers landed at the airport at Yaskhona. They are going about killing the ground staff and security forces. They are aided by 2 A-10s, 1 AC-130, 2 AH-64D and 2 eurofighters (anti-ground weapons onboard). 2 raptor are providing anti-air cover. AEW/AWACS provided near Yaskhona. the eurofighters and a-10s came in first to clear out the radar and AA units. followed by the rest to suppress the enemy and destroy them.
2 Raptors, 2 Eurofighters, all carrying anti-ground weapons (like HARMs and bombs), strike at the airports at Damev and Port of Sails. Their mission is to render it un-useable. They are firing from outside the range of normal AA.
X-1000 (carrier) is near Tanyara (or the island on which this city is), but in international/Toketi waters. subs nearby providing defense.
X-3 near Makaronan. X-1, X-2 inbetween Yaskhona and Port of Sails. X-4 east of Port of Sails.
Edit:
I forgot to mention in summary that my special forces have attacked a facility/building in Damev that houses some Toketi units. The plan is to acquire blueprints or working examples of Chelkran Battle Suits, Chelkran Powered Battle Armor, Zetix Improved Outer Tactical Vest (IOTV) Armor, Drop Cubes, CheLat MPR-07 Mutable Combat Weapon, Satyr Combat Armor, Kensai Ninja Armor, Longbow Mk IV Missile System, CAA Corvus-class Gunships, Wildfire Chelkran Battle Tanks, Cerberus Main Battle Tanks, Keshian Templars (or the equipments on them).
Basically anything that is uniquely Toketi.
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OOC:
Did I ever mention that you are an absolute sodding hero old boy?
Did I ever mention that you are an absolute sodding hero old boy?
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OOC: I ahve one thing to say to you, Extreme. Bad move. I thought half that stuff wasn't being allowed for this war anyway?
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OOC: Its not being used - he just wants the blueprints.
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OOC: stop with them OOCs. its taking up space. and thanks ardy, thought you'd have known that by now. and nick, i am not going to use them. just taking them and leaving.
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Re: Official War Thread
Mel'Kat's land forces had made it back to Bryden safely and been unloaded. News had just come through of the attack on Ura'Bos. Mel'Kat was discussing it with a Private. "Yet another unnecessary attack on civilians to chalk up on the list of Babkhan faults."
"We did attack the civilians at Nang," the private observed.
"An unfortunate tactical misjudgement," Mel'Kat replied. "I have spoken with the commander on the matter. He had the impression that only the Hyperboreans were there. He hadn't realised it was a town - if he had, I can assure you he wouldn't have chosen the manner of attack he did.. That the pilots adjusted their attack when they realised that is evident from the low number of casualties. There are commanders and nations around who wouldn't think twice about destroying half a town to get at the enemy. Those bombers pack a punch - if they'd been piloted by people who didn't care if they took out civilians too, there would have been a lot more Hyperboreans dead."
"Ignorance is not an excuse," the private replied.
"No, but for those who judge a man by his actions, whether the consequences were the intended or the opposite does matter. Intent is necessary to class an action as a warcrime. At least, in Novatainia," Mel'Kat replied.
"You don't seem too concerned ..." the private began. Mel'Kat turned to look at him, and for the first time, the private saw the sorrow in Mel'Kat's eyes.
"I am. But, as I said, it was not my decision to reverse. As much as we may regret not being able to evacuate every civilian before this war began, war is such that we cannot expect them to all remain unscathed."
"You ever heard of the Uly Point Massacre?" the private asked. His voice carried the hint that it wasn't an idle question.
Mel'Kat sighed. "Before I was appointed Admiral, I was a military historian. Of course I've heard of the Uly Point Massacre in WW2."
"I lost family there," the private said. Mel'Kat remained silent. After a while, the soldier continued. "A whole town raised to the ground, for no other reason than that the enemy were hundreds of kilometres away and free from retribution. Now that's a warcrime. I agree with you, Admiral. While it's very regrettable that any perished in Nang from our attack, such things happen in war. I'm sure many more survived than if another had been commanding or training those pilots." The private turned to Mel'Kat. "It's good to know we're serving under a commander who's kind enough to avoid unnecessary death, but not so idealistic as to expect nobody to be hurt. But I wish there was something to do about the civilians here on Nelaga. It's too late to evacuate them."
"They wouldn't have gone anyway," Mel'Kat replied.
"Why not?" the private asked, surprised.
"Well, what kind of person would live on Nelaga?" Mel'Kat asked. The private looked confused, so Mel'Kat answered himself. "One that dreams of Jasonia, of course. All the Novatainians that came here did, certainly, and I expect most of the Zindarian and Britannic immigrants did too. There's something in the air here. It's infectious."
"And ..." the Private prompted.
"Empires that fall stay fallen," Mel'Kat said. "Standard historical rule. Oh, sometimes things rise again much later in the same place, but it's not the same empire. But, just this once, Sakat has given us a chance to bring one back. Jasonia, that inspired so many throughout history, has the chance to be reborn - the Concept Boxes appeared months before hand, an heir to President Harvey re-emerges, the Omen returns. Anybody who lives on Nelaga currently has spent their time here dreaming of Jasonia, and suddenly they have a chance to live in it. They wouldn't pass up such a chance just because there was a danger of death."
"I suppose not," said the Private, wise enough not to contradict Mel'Kat when he was on a historical speel. "Still, there must be something we can do ..." Then the Private's eyes lit up. "That's it. If the Hyperboreans can do it, why can't we?"
"Do what?" Mel'Kat asked, jolting out of his historical reminisce.
"Build trenches. Bomb shelters. Help the civilians have places to run to when the bombs come. If they come. We do, after all, have some anti-air."
Mel'Kat was about to comment when his radio went off. He answered it and listened briefly.
"The Omen's travelling to attack," he said, "but the Batavians have a welcoming Navy. Looks like I might need to join the next patrol." Mel'Kat turned to face the private in the eye. "What's your name, Private?"
"Ben, sir. Ben Gryphon," the private replied.
"As of now, Ben, you're promoted to Sergeant at Arms. I'm placing you in charge of coordinating our ground forces for the civilian defence of Nelaga."
"Thankyou, sir," Seargent Gryphon said, saluting furiously.
"Meanwhile, I'm off," Mel'Kat said. "I don't plan to engage the Batavians, but there's no harm being nearby, just in case ..."
Summary: Mel'Kat and Ben Gryphon have a long discussion on the ethics of war, what constitutes a war crime, and the strike on Nang. Then they discuss civilians in general, and how best to defend them. Ben is promoted to Seargent at Arms, and put in charge of directing Andreas' ground forces to construct defensive things for the civilians around Nelaga (trenches etc, as Scott's Paladins did). They'll start in Nova Kajar. Meanwhile, Mel'Kat goes off to command the next naval patrol around Nang and Nelaga. It'll be coordinated to be near Redoubt Island when the Omen is due to pass over, but won't engage or anything, and will try not to do things out of the ordinary (so it still looks like a normal patrol).
"We did attack the civilians at Nang," the private observed.
"An unfortunate tactical misjudgement," Mel'Kat replied. "I have spoken with the commander on the matter. He had the impression that only the Hyperboreans were there. He hadn't realised it was a town - if he had, I can assure you he wouldn't have chosen the manner of attack he did.. That the pilots adjusted their attack when they realised that is evident from the low number of casualties. There are commanders and nations around who wouldn't think twice about destroying half a town to get at the enemy. Those bombers pack a punch - if they'd been piloted by people who didn't care if they took out civilians too, there would have been a lot more Hyperboreans dead."
"Ignorance is not an excuse," the private replied.
"No, but for those who judge a man by his actions, whether the consequences were the intended or the opposite does matter. Intent is necessary to class an action as a warcrime. At least, in Novatainia," Mel'Kat replied.
"You don't seem too concerned ..." the private began. Mel'Kat turned to look at him, and for the first time, the private saw the sorrow in Mel'Kat's eyes.
"I am. But, as I said, it was not my decision to reverse. As much as we may regret not being able to evacuate every civilian before this war began, war is such that we cannot expect them to all remain unscathed."
"You ever heard of the Uly Point Massacre?" the private asked. His voice carried the hint that it wasn't an idle question.
Mel'Kat sighed. "Before I was appointed Admiral, I was a military historian. Of course I've heard of the Uly Point Massacre in WW2."
"I lost family there," the private said. Mel'Kat remained silent. After a while, the soldier continued. "A whole town raised to the ground, for no other reason than that the enemy were hundreds of kilometres away and free from retribution. Now that's a warcrime. I agree with you, Admiral. While it's very regrettable that any perished in Nang from our attack, such things happen in war. I'm sure many more survived than if another had been commanding or training those pilots." The private turned to Mel'Kat. "It's good to know we're serving under a commander who's kind enough to avoid unnecessary death, but not so idealistic as to expect nobody to be hurt. But I wish there was something to do about the civilians here on Nelaga. It's too late to evacuate them."
"They wouldn't have gone anyway," Mel'Kat replied.
"Why not?" the private asked, surprised.
"Well, what kind of person would live on Nelaga?" Mel'Kat asked. The private looked confused, so Mel'Kat answered himself. "One that dreams of Jasonia, of course. All the Novatainians that came here did, certainly, and I expect most of the Zindarian and Britannic immigrants did too. There's something in the air here. It's infectious."
"And ..." the Private prompted.
"Empires that fall stay fallen," Mel'Kat said. "Standard historical rule. Oh, sometimes things rise again much later in the same place, but it's not the same empire. But, just this once, Sakat has given us a chance to bring one back. Jasonia, that inspired so many throughout history, has the chance to be reborn - the Concept Boxes appeared months before hand, an heir to President Harvey re-emerges, the Omen returns. Anybody who lives on Nelaga currently has spent their time here dreaming of Jasonia, and suddenly they have a chance to live in it. They wouldn't pass up such a chance just because there was a danger of death."
"I suppose not," said the Private, wise enough not to contradict Mel'Kat when he was on a historical speel. "Still, there must be something we can do ..." Then the Private's eyes lit up. "That's it. If the Hyperboreans can do it, why can't we?"
"Do what?" Mel'Kat asked, jolting out of his historical reminisce.
"Build trenches. Bomb shelters. Help the civilians have places to run to when the bombs come. If they come. We do, after all, have some anti-air."
Mel'Kat was about to comment when his radio went off. He answered it and listened briefly.
"The Omen's travelling to attack," he said, "but the Batavians have a welcoming Navy. Looks like I might need to join the next patrol." Mel'Kat turned to face the private in the eye. "What's your name, Private?"
"Ben, sir. Ben Gryphon," the private replied.
"As of now, Ben, you're promoted to Sergeant at Arms. I'm placing you in charge of coordinating our ground forces for the civilian defence of Nelaga."
"Thankyou, sir," Seargent Gryphon said, saluting furiously.
"Meanwhile, I'm off," Mel'Kat said. "I don't plan to engage the Batavians, but there's no harm being nearby, just in case ..."
Summary: Mel'Kat and Ben Gryphon have a long discussion on the ethics of war, what constitutes a war crime, and the strike on Nang. Then they discuss civilians in general, and how best to defend them. Ben is promoted to Seargent at Arms, and put in charge of directing Andreas' ground forces to construct defensive things for the civilians around Nelaga (trenches etc, as Scott's Paladins did). They'll start in Nova Kajar. Meanwhile, Mel'Kat goes off to command the next naval patrol around Nang and Nelaga. It'll be coordinated to be near Redoubt Island when the Omen is due to pass over, but won't engage or anything, and will try not to do things out of the ordinary (so it still looks like a normal patrol).
Andreas
"He showed up three or four years ago and accidentally took over the micronational world by being way more competent and enthusiastic than everyone else. Now he sort of rules us all, but it's a benevolent sort of thing, as far as we know."
~Scott Alexander
"He showed up three or four years ago and accidentally took over the micronational world by being way more competent and enthusiastic than everyone else. Now he sort of rules us all, but it's a benevolent sort of thing, as far as we know."
~Scott Alexander
Re: Official War Thread
FIoJ Fist Omen-class Gravship, west of Ardy’s Reach
“We’ve finished our long-range sensor sweep of the fleet, sir.†Nickleson said. The sensor crews had fed the data into the main computer, which had cross-referenced the profiles with the limited amount of military intel the Gold Eagle Society knew about vessels used worldwide. In this case, it was no doubt they were Batavian vessels. Two were large enough to be considered battleships, the other three cruisers.
Harvey eyed the data on the Omen’s main bridge display. “Five ships,†he said idly. “Not the largest naval group, but still not bad. Those battleships look particularly nasty. I wouldn’t want to be in front of those guns.â€
“Me either, sir. I suppose then it’s a good thing that we’re not,†Nickleson said with a smile.
And Harvey smiled too. They were heading towards Ardy’s Reach by now. No doubt that opposing fleet had seen them coming; after all, they’d been intentionally going at a rather slow pace specifically so they’d lure out their enemies. But perhaps the Batavians thought they were coming straight at them for a good old fashioned shootout, they were mistaken. Though they usually few low for intimidation purposes, the Omen had been steadily gaining altitude for several hours. And now that they were finally within long-range strike distance of the enemies, they were nearly at the ceiling of the onboard fighter’s capabilities. The sea of clouds stretched in all directions, obscuring the awaiting ships from human eyes but not their computer-aided sensors and targeting equipment.
“I wonder why they haven’t attacked us yet,†Nickleson mused.
“That’s fairly obvious,†said Harvey. “They don’t know what we’re capable of. Can’t waste all your tricks early if we have some sneaky way of countering them, eh? Still, their indecision is their loss. If they’re still deciding what to do, I think I’ll take advantage.â€
“Shall we give them an order to surrender or flee this time, sir?†Areuhat asked with just a tingle of sarcasm.
Harvey gave a laugh, “Hah! Not this time. Ready the Armor Blasters on the lower decks! Target the battleships. Let’s see how well their guns can shoot straight into the wild blue!â€
Summary: the Omen has ascended to a great height and has moved within range of the intercepting Batavian forces. While still moving, they have begun attacking with their long-range laser weapon systems, the Armor Blasters.
For reference, these weapons can be considered similar to the missiles fired by naval vessels in damage potential. They are not perfectly accurate. Their largish recharge rate combined with the fact that the Omen’s hull shape only allows several of them to be fired downward means that the shots will be rather infrequent; even though it’s largely a surprise attack, probably only a couple shots will get off before the Batavians realize what’s happening. However, being blasts of energy designed to melt metal though makes them largely immune to any conventional anti-missile system. I guess that’s why this charter doesn’t usually allow lasers!
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Nova Kajar
Okay then;
I know; "what an idiot, he's making it easier to attack him." BUT I NEVER GET ANY CONFLICT!
So if you could attack me, do it by land; I'm air-proof. or is it vice-versa?
"Ready men?" Yelled the Commander, "We're moving to Thassala Bone in case our friends over the sea need any help, be on your guard; and try not to shoot the Omen down if they do need us."
Okay then;
I know; "what an idiot, he's making it easier to attack him." BUT I NEVER GET ANY CONFLICT!
So if you could attack me, do it by land; I'm air-proof. or is it vice-versa?
It didn't fit in my avatar...
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The Backstory of Tephi, Part II (here is part one)
Thus began my travels upon that longest border. Ghosts and spirits thronging around my hospital bed, and I conversed with them and learned their secrets. I withdrew entirely from the lightless grey material world, existing there only long enough to eat my meals and converse with my nurses. Yet I did not waste away. Quite the opposite. My physical therapist, who not so long ago had told me I would never walk again, became cautiously optimistic. I began his exercises, and one winter day I finally arose from my bed and took my first few steps. Celestial beings held onto my arms and propped up my back as I haltingly traversed the floor of my room. Two weeks later, I went outside for the first time in many years, holding the hand of a nurse who thought me just another blind man.
It is written: ''When the sun rises, do you not see a round disc of fire somewhat like a guinea?'' O no, no, I see an innumerable company of the heavenly host crying ''Holy, Holy, Holy is the Lord God Almighty.''
So was it my first day in Tala, with all the immaterial world revealed to me as forms of energy. Though I could not see the stars as points of light, yet I sensed them as ageless princes upon crystal thrones, and perceived the aurorae through the music of their dances. And above it all, I felt at last the brooding presence the face of the one who had first spoken to me that day I read the Two Star Book, the one who had guided me into this new world. The peak of Yaanek, the protector spirit of the island, loomed over everything, almost oppressively near. I stood there, awed by its overbearing might, until a man with the sigil of a priest tapped me on the shoulder, guided my hand to a pebble he held, and asked me what I felt.
What did I not perceive in that rock? How could I say that I saw the entire history of the world, past present and future, condensed beyond recognition and then solidified into lifeless matter? How was I supposed to tell him that the innumerable beings that thronged about me had begun orbiting the rock in a rapid dance whose movements seemed akin to but more significant than the movements of the heavenly spheres? I was so overwhelmed that it took me a moment before I even considered mentioning the obvious – that the rune K was engraved upon the pebble's upper surface.
It turned out that I was the only person, blind or sighted, who could read that rune. It also turned out that the priest had been sent to find me, that I had passed a test, and that I was now to become a trainee prophet of the Oracle of Yaanek. So that was that. I left the hospital after another month, giving them the appropriate thanks and taking only my Braille Book of Two Stars with me. I trained intensively in one of the temples. The mountain spoke exclusively in omens and riddles, and I needed to know the religious symbolism of three continents to have a hope of fulfilling my duty. Braille copies of the appropriate holy books were produced. Rituals were performed. Techniques were taught. Slowly, I began to channel my talents. No longer beset by spirits on all sides, I saw only those I wished to see. The Cedrist gods, whom I had worshipped in childhood, became companions of mine, but the volcano itself, after those first revelations, remained silent.
After three years of training, the appropriate authorities certified me as a prophet. A wreath of flowers was placed upon my neck, and I was led to the Heart of Yaanek, the cave where I would sit and relate the visions of the volcano to those who petitioned me.
It only took one petitioner. My first. One who asked the simplest, most common, most boring question, the one everyone and their brother comes to an oracle for. Will I find true love?
Once again - for the last time - the volcano spoke to me. What it said was: "Look and see."
And that was it. I could see my supplicant. Not perceive her as a spirit, or a vortex of energy I could sense with some inner faculty. I could simply see her. Though I lacked eyes, though there was only greyness all around her: this one woman I could see. Never again but once has the gift of vision been vouchsafed to me, but I reckon that time was enough. It was a sight worth all the years of blindness.
"Yes," I ventured.
In the streets of Nang, which were not yet so decayed as to be deemed a ruin nor yet so intact to be called a city, stood a bar called De Tempel, one of the city's hipper nightspots in better days. It had largely survived the bombing without damage, and more importantly, so had its selection of drinks. On two stools with an excellent view of the otherwise unoccupied downtown district sat Aere and Tiethi, sipping from a bottle of wine and taking advantage of the cease-fire. The TV, hopeless without a working electric grid, had been replaced by a portable radio Tiethi had brought with him, which picked up a few Kajar and a few Enhasa stations.
"So," said Tiethi. "Looks like the Novatainians have us trapped."
"Oh yes," said Aere. "They've got us right where we want us."
Tiethi tilted his head inquisitively.
"Well," she explained, "What were our mission objectives? First, to defend the Maraguan enclave of Provos and its people from foreign assault, and second to pacify the Nelaga region. The second is currently hopeless without any reinforcements here. We're not going to be marching against Sai'Por anytime soon, and we both know it. That leaves our primary objective: defend this chunk of Maraguan territory. And they've practically abandoned any short-term designs on Provos and signed a cease-fire with us. Mission accomplished.
"Because of our presence here, the people of Nang City have been safely evacuated to friendly territory, and the people of the smaller towns in the east have been able to continue living peacefully. That's not something to scoff at. If we'd shirked our duty like the rest of the Shirerithians, they'd be under the yoke of the same people who just spent the last day trying to kill as many of them as possible." Her face turned dark.
"Sa," agreed Tiethi. "Which reminds me, Aere: are you ready to switch to Grape yet?"
Aere understood the question in the spirit in which he asked it. Apple Unit was one of the stranger divisions of the Raikothlin army, made of the jaded combat veterans who had seen enough death, and taken an oath not to kill. Their non-lethal methods, which included tasers, dart-guns, foam-guns, and other disabling weaponry were effective enough, but there had always been a bit of philosophical friction between them and the rest of the military, and they had only been granted precious airship berths after much debate.
"We never believed that there were not evil men out there," Aere explained. "I studied the Elwynn campaign as well as you did. But you are right, it is different seeing it first-hand. To think that the Novatainians would bomb a populated city into rubble, all because its civilians tried to resist their armies and continue living freely. To think they would kill our people, whom they fought beside in Bosworth, merely because we tried to protect this town. And yet, for each of our dead, I see not a reason to seek revenge by killing Novans, but another reason to try further to reduce the bloodshed of war. And if this puts us at a disadvantage, then so be it."
"I guess that's the difference between us," sighed Tiethi. "I'd happily kill a few Novans if it ended this all a bit earlier. Calculate it out. If someone had the good sense to kill five Novan bomber pilots last week, none of this would have happened."
"No; they would have replaced them with five more. Kill every Novan who can drive a plane, and they would train more of them. You would have to kill every Novan in the world to have stopped last night, and then it would have been the Toketans or Babkhans or Elith-knows-who."
"You can't destroy all evil forever," agreed Tiethi, "but surgical applications of force can certainly cripple evil for long periods. Bombing a certain airplanes part factory could probably have prevented last night much more easily than your proposal of killing everyone in the world."
"Surgical applications of force against whom?" asked Aere. "Against evil? Shall we march Apple and Grape companies into Evilopolis and burn down the city? There is no Evil to bomb, just human beings who think they're doing the right thing. Novatainia probably thinks they are fighting for Nelagan freedom, or something like that. Meanwhile, if the situation was reversed, would you have hesitated to cause some collateral damage in Kajar or Sai'Por if you thought you could scatter the forces opposing us and end the war? It isn't as black and white as you imagine."
"Of course it isn't," said Tiethi. "That's why we have kuithvelin to calculate all this out. That's the difference between us and them. We've got the kuithvelin to provide us with moral certainty. They just do whatever seems good at the moment."
"That's the difference between us and them," repeated Aere. "Probably the seven words that have caused more bloodshed than any other."
"Maybe King Andreas knew what he was doing," reflected Tiethi. "Maybe he figured that trapped on this island with nothing to do but talk to you and Apple, we would all go crazy and surrender."
Aere laughed. "Well, it's not as if Tephi hasn't given both of our divisions enough work to keep us busy for a long time."
Tiethi nodded. Unto Grape had gone the duty of harrassing General Nicholas' helicopters. It had been determined that a bunch of low-flying copters following a predictable patrol route should be rather easy targets. The Paladins of Grape had placed themselves in convenient ambush points along the borders of Provos Island, with orders to fire on any helicopter that stumbled near them. It would hardly change the course of the war, but many of the Grape men were out for Novan blood, and it would be nice to give the Novatainians a reason to think of the Paladins as more than fish in a barrel. Those soldiers of Grape not involved in the anti-copter effort, which would probably be the vast majority of them, were to dig more and more fortifications until the island became an invulnerable bastion. Just in case, of course.
Apple had also been ordered to fortification work, but while Grape was digging ditches in common-sense locations necessary for the defense of the remaining fishing towns, Apple was concentrating on two gigantic trenches on the western half of the island. They had commandeered all the construction equipment in Nang (thank Truth and Beauty it had been a boom town before the war!) and were digging trenches so large that Tiethi was suspicious that they had any fortification value at all. People could get lost in the trenches that the Apple soldiers were building.
"How's the Big Dig going?" Tiethi asked, referring to the oversized Apple project.
"Oh, well enough," she said. "We're working at night because we don't want to tempt any Novan bombers in the area to do a number on our construction equipment."
"Couldn't they still bomb what you've got as soon as the sun goes up?" asked Tiethi.
"Oh, of course. But what we've got is a hole. You bomb a hole, you end up with a bigger hole."
"Oh," said Tiethi, feeling stupid. "Anyway, how big a trench do you even need? I mean, we're not working nearly as hard as you, and I'm pretty confident our fortifications can resist anything Novatainia's likely to send at us and a whole bunch of things they aren't. I mean, I've heard the Toketans have giant mecha robots, but even so the size of some of those ditches is ridiculous."
"I'm sure Tephi has reasons for all he asks of us," said Aere sweetly, with a smile that made Tiethi sure she was hiding something.
"Are you?" asked the commander of Grape. "Because I'm sure not. Every time I see that man I'm more convinced he's fallen off the deep end."
"Tephi," said Aere "is so far off the deep end he's in his own personal submarine. But it's a good, well-built submarine, and I trust it will hold up for the remainder of the war. Now his daughter, on the other hand..."
"It's really a crime that he's brought her to a war zone at all," said Tiethi. Then, lower, "I've heard rumors that she's...special. Like...special needs. Not all there in the head."
The radio chose that moment to mention "Novan forces seem to be converging upon Enhasa, and the Omen Gravship has left its perch over Mt. Sai'Por in the direction of the Maraguan capital."
"More bad news we can't do anything about," said Tiethi. "At least the Omen's out of our hair."
"Don't want to lose Enhasa," said Aere. "Right now the remaining Provos villages are happy to supply us with food, especially as we're fewer people than their usual consumers in Nang, but I don't know how long that arrangement will last for. Long term solution is still waiting for our allies to regain control of that strait and ship us Enhasan produce."
The radio continued its report, going into detail on the recent Babkhan bombing run on the Solarian capital of Ura'Bos.
"...but things could be worse," said Aere.
"We could be in Ura'Bos, you mean?" asked Tiethi.
"There is that. But I was thinking - we could be fighting alongside Babkhans."
Summary: Civilians have been evacuated. Paladins will be trying to ambush and harrass Nick's helicopters, but not start any full-scale conflict. They seem reasonably content with staying on Nang for the present, and are occupying themselves (as Hyperboreans do) with philosophical discussions. They are heavily fortifying the entire island and preparing for future attacks, whether by air raid, naval bombardment, or land. Flycycles will be scouting enemy movements until the end of the cease fire; afterwards, they will be relying on Shireroth satellites and general knowledge. As part of the fortification effort, they are also creating two very large trenches of uncertain purpose. They are working at night and sleeping in the day to make life difficult for aerial attackers. Workers in one of these trenches have discovered what seems to be an odd rock that defies gravity.Kalevi Niemmainen was not one of the lucky few who drove a bulldozer or one of the other big earth-working machines salvaged from the suburbs of Nang. He had a shovel, and was really doing nothing more exciting than cleaning up after the bulldozers and smoothing the walls of the Big Dig to perfection. It was almost blue dawn, and his muscles ached from a night of digging.
He sung an old Cimmerian work song as he heaved another load of dirt into the cart waiting for the purpose. And then...
"What's this?" he asked. His lotter Mori, a long-time veteran of Apple Unit, wandered over.
Half-buried in the dirt was something glowing. He wouldn't have called it a crystal, but "rock" and "dirt" seemed too vague, and nothing else quite did it justice. Kalevi and Mori together managed to loosen it from the bed of mud in which it had been buried. And then -
"Whoa!" exclaimed the two together, as the glowy-thing, as if it were a helium balloon on steroids, suddenly shot up straight vertical into the sky and disappeared.
"We may," said Mori, "be able to keep working a bit after sunrise today without Aere coming down on us. I want everyone to stop normal work and concentrate on this area Kalevi's been after. If you see anything out of the ordinary, don't try to extract it yourself. I'm going to call over a few of our more scientifically minded people here and see if any of the Maraguan civilians left here are geologists."
"Better look for some archaeologists too," said Kalevi, who knew his Jasonian history.
"Sa," said Mori after a little calculation. "Archaeologists, too."
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Re: Official War Thread
24 Hour Rule
Galēnē had 23 Harpoon missiles fired at her. 13 were destroyed by anti-missile defences. 10 got through to impact along the hull and superstructure. She is taking on water rapidly and all her electronics are out of action.
ThoÅsa had 55 Harpoon missiles fired at her. Anti-Missile defences knocked out the majority of them (47 to be precise) but 8 got through, knocking out her VLS capability.
Enyo had 40 Harpoon missiles fired at her. Anti-Missile defences knocked out 16 of them. The remainder impacted along her hull, causing fires and secondary fires throughout the ship. Her hangar deck is an inferno and smoke is billowing out. As a result of this hangar deck damage, 8 Vipers have been destroyed. The remaining planes on the flight deck are capable of flying but operations to take off are hampered by the situation Enyo is in.
The anti-radar missiles take their toll on the fleet. Enyo is hit by the 4 ALARMs, robbing her of all radar systems. The remaining HARM missiles hit ThoÅsa, GalÄ“nÄ“ and KymothoÄ“. Their primary and secondary radar systems are destroyed.
My post
The fleets continued to race towards each other. The Anticans had seemingly been caught completely by surprise by Hastings' action. The tomahawks had caused enough damage and now it was looking as though the Harpoon volley had been equally devastating. There was still no word from the Aden regarding her exploits but he knew what he'd be doing if he was commanding that submarine; picking off the stragglers. War was not necessarily glorious.
For the previous five minutes, the main armament of Hood and Spexico had been firing away at the Antican fleet. The 15 inch and 16 inch guns were lobbing their huge shells into the Antican fleet with salvo after salvo. As soon as the secondary armament and the smaller calibre guns of the remaining ships were in what he had classed a suitable range, the main guns of Hood and Spexico would feature exclusively upon the Antican carrier.
"Sir, we have reached thirteen and a half thousand yards from the Antican fleet. The fleet is following your maneouvring orders." reported the naval rating operating Sea IVIS.
"Light up the Antican ships with the laser designators." ordered Hastings calmly. The Lovely fleet began its manouevre as the starboard column lead by Tovey kept speed while the port column lead by Warspite decreased speed. They were forming a line of battle and moving off to diagonally sweep across the north of the Antican fleet. The intricate manouevre was going off without a hitch as the small calibre guns on the Admiral Class and Triton Class ships began to engage the enemy.
"Have they put up any fighters from the carrier yet?" asked Hastings to the room.
"No, sir. It appears odd but the fighters have remained down." reported Commander Raithson. The ship shuddered again, but it was not from the blast of the main guns.
"Admiral, they are firing back with their guns. Those last shots were rangefinding. They haven't straddled us yet." reported Captain Vega of the Spexico over the intercom.
"Keep firing until their guns can't reply." ordered Hastings. He came to the same conclusion as he had though before about HMLS Aden; war is not a glorious business.
Summary:
HMLS Hood has fired 4 15 inch shells at GalÄ“nÄ“, 4 15 inch shells at ThoÅsa and 64 15 inch shells at Enyo.
HMLS Spexico has fired 6 16 inch shells at ThoÅsa, 6 16 inch shells at GalÄ“nÄ“ and 72 16 inch shells at Enyo.
HMLS Triton has fired 50 6 inch shells at Galēnē.
HMLS Trident has fired 50 6 inch shells at ThoÅsa.
HMLS Warspite has fired 75 4.5 inch shells at Galēnē.
HMLS Tovey has fired 75 4.5 inch shells at ThoÅsa.
HMLS Spexico's secondary armament of 5 inch guns has fired from the 2 guns on the port side 30 5 inch shells at ThoÅsa.
HMLS Hood's secondary armament of 5 inch guns has fired from the 4 guns on the port side 60 5 inch shells at Galēnē.
OOC:
1. I take no pleasure in destroying opponents who don't turn up when I attack. I'm sorry if my actions seem harsh but if nobody is turning up to take command of those ships, I'm within my rights to employ the 24 hour rule against them.
2. Jeremy, when does Whoopi Goldberg appear in a habit and all the nuns break into a musical in your story?
3. Whomever posted suggested casualties, that tends to get on people's nerves (it does mine if I'm told what my casualties should be). The last person you want to get annoyed is Ardy.
4. Extreme, you're positively evil. Remember though the last time Novatainia or Tokidoki was raided by enemy forces they talked of grabbing the fellow who did it and put him on trial for war crimes.
Galēnē had 23 Harpoon missiles fired at her. 13 were destroyed by anti-missile defences. 10 got through to impact along the hull and superstructure. She is taking on water rapidly and all her electronics are out of action.
ThoÅsa had 55 Harpoon missiles fired at her. Anti-Missile defences knocked out the majority of them (47 to be precise) but 8 got through, knocking out her VLS capability.
Enyo had 40 Harpoon missiles fired at her. Anti-Missile defences knocked out 16 of them. The remainder impacted along her hull, causing fires and secondary fires throughout the ship. Her hangar deck is an inferno and smoke is billowing out. As a result of this hangar deck damage, 8 Vipers have been destroyed. The remaining planes on the flight deck are capable of flying but operations to take off are hampered by the situation Enyo is in.
The anti-radar missiles take their toll on the fleet. Enyo is hit by the 4 ALARMs, robbing her of all radar systems. The remaining HARM missiles hit ThoÅsa, GalÄ“nÄ“ and KymothoÄ“. Their primary and secondary radar systems are destroyed.
My post
The fleets continued to race towards each other. The Anticans had seemingly been caught completely by surprise by Hastings' action. The tomahawks had caused enough damage and now it was looking as though the Harpoon volley had been equally devastating. There was still no word from the Aden regarding her exploits but he knew what he'd be doing if he was commanding that submarine; picking off the stragglers. War was not necessarily glorious.
For the previous five minutes, the main armament of Hood and Spexico had been firing away at the Antican fleet. The 15 inch and 16 inch guns were lobbing their huge shells into the Antican fleet with salvo after salvo. As soon as the secondary armament and the smaller calibre guns of the remaining ships were in what he had classed a suitable range, the main guns of Hood and Spexico would feature exclusively upon the Antican carrier.
"Sir, we have reached thirteen and a half thousand yards from the Antican fleet. The fleet is following your maneouvring orders." reported the naval rating operating Sea IVIS.
"Light up the Antican ships with the laser designators." ordered Hastings calmly. The Lovely fleet began its manouevre as the starboard column lead by Tovey kept speed while the port column lead by Warspite decreased speed. They were forming a line of battle and moving off to diagonally sweep across the north of the Antican fleet. The intricate manouevre was going off without a hitch as the small calibre guns on the Admiral Class and Triton Class ships began to engage the enemy.
"Have they put up any fighters from the carrier yet?" asked Hastings to the room.
"No, sir. It appears odd but the fighters have remained down." reported Commander Raithson. The ship shuddered again, but it was not from the blast of the main guns.
"Admiral, they are firing back with their guns. Those last shots were rangefinding. They haven't straddled us yet." reported Captain Vega of the Spexico over the intercom.
"Keep firing until their guns can't reply." ordered Hastings. He came to the same conclusion as he had though before about HMLS Aden; war is not a glorious business.
Summary:
HMLS Hood has fired 4 15 inch shells at GalÄ“nÄ“, 4 15 inch shells at ThoÅsa and 64 15 inch shells at Enyo.
HMLS Spexico has fired 6 16 inch shells at ThoÅsa, 6 16 inch shells at GalÄ“nÄ“ and 72 16 inch shells at Enyo.
HMLS Triton has fired 50 6 inch shells at Galēnē.
HMLS Trident has fired 50 6 inch shells at ThoÅsa.
HMLS Warspite has fired 75 4.5 inch shells at Galēnē.
HMLS Tovey has fired 75 4.5 inch shells at ThoÅsa.
HMLS Spexico's secondary armament of 5 inch guns has fired from the 2 guns on the port side 30 5 inch shells at ThoÅsa.
HMLS Hood's secondary armament of 5 inch guns has fired from the 4 guns on the port side 60 5 inch shells at Galēnē.
OOC:
1. I take no pleasure in destroying opponents who don't turn up when I attack. I'm sorry if my actions seem harsh but if nobody is turning up to take command of those ships, I'm within my rights to employ the 24 hour rule against them.
2. Jeremy, when does Whoopi Goldberg appear in a habit and all the nuns break into a musical in your story?
3. Whomever posted suggested casualties, that tends to get on people's nerves (it does mine if I'm told what my casualties should be). The last person you want to get annoyed is Ardy.
4. Extreme, you're positively evil. Remember though the last time Novatainia or Tokidoki was raided by enemy forces they talked of grabbing the fellow who did it and put him on trial for war crimes.
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Re: Official War Thread
OOC: 3. That's standard CITRA action - it's a Bayen thing. I still try to avoid it but most of the Tokians are used to it.
4.And we even have a full law about it now. Lucky for Extreme the Tokians don't.
4.And we even have a full law about it now. Lucky for Extreme the Tokians don't.
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~Scott Alexander
"He showed up three or four years ago and accidentally took over the micronational world by being way more competent and enthusiastic than everyone else. Now he sort of rules us all, but it's a benevolent sort of thing, as far as we know."
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OOC: Well extreme since 90% of those attacks were against areas under my control and i have no means of orbatted response. i suppose i shall give you a rundown of what you would fine.
sorry i dont have much time im going away this weekend.
unfortunately to aquire blueprints you attacked the wrong location. with PoS is a small fishing village with nothing else really in it.
Yaskhona... sorry dont know much. though i think its in a valley with a group of large towers in it and essentially a deathtrap... if men were there.
Damev is built totally into the side of a mountain. except maybe a civilian airstrip.
out of your desired loot. I can say you probably captured a few CheLat MPR-07s and thats about it. i know surprise attack and all. but firstly on blue prints all of those weapons are produced at a separate location (well i can't speak for chelkran/satyr or templar equipment) so no blue prints.
otherwise Damev is the big place where stuff might be but as its in the side of a mountain. Its able to lock-down and you probably wouldn't get in. Also all the cities in Furfein Tosha conMakain have outrageously small populations. but if you were able to corner a gunship they are rahter big and unusual to fly
oh and you probably captured a few small PDAs with a lot of random information on them lots of it regarding "magical" creatures.
sorry i dont have much time im going away this weekend.
unfortunately to aquire blueprints you attacked the wrong location. with PoS is a small fishing village with nothing else really in it.
Yaskhona... sorry dont know much. though i think its in a valley with a group of large towers in it and essentially a deathtrap... if men were there.
Damev is built totally into the side of a mountain. except maybe a civilian airstrip.
out of your desired loot. I can say you probably captured a few CheLat MPR-07s and thats about it. i know surprise attack and all. but firstly on blue prints all of those weapons are produced at a separate location (well i can't speak for chelkran/satyr or templar equipment) so no blue prints.
otherwise Damev is the big place where stuff might be but as its in the side of a mountain. Its able to lock-down and you probably wouldn't get in. Also all the cities in Furfein Tosha conMakain have outrageously small populations. but if you were able to corner a gunship they are rahter big and unusual to fly
oh and you probably captured a few small PDAs with a lot of random information on them lots of it regarding "magical" creatures.
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Re: Official War Thread
The news had spread over the island that the Omen could reach Ardy’s Reach in a few houres from now. Instead of the Vryholders, the Groote Schuur was filled by curious, normal citizens. The Senechal had anounced a special meeting between the people and the highest Maraguan in rank.
“His Lokiness, the Senechal of Maraguo, Representative of Vryheer Loki, Vryholder of Enhasa,†the aid took a deep breath to continue, “Jonas Windsor!â€
Everyone standed up when the Senechal entered the room with on his righthand general Victor.
After the Senechal seated and the mumbling in the masses had stopped, Jonas spoke to his people: “It are dark times for our brave, little nation. Cyberia has dissolved the union we had and declared itself independent.â€
Some people began to scout: “The traitors! Burn them!â€
“But I forgive them. We receive moral support via our beloved Vryheer, Jacobus Loki. A more urgent matter that we need to solve is the Omen flying to our main island. An attack on one or even two of our largest cities would be awful. Thousands of innocent people would get killed.â€
Now, some mothers became furious and threatened to kill those rebels and Novatainians with their own hands if they killed even one of their children. The general stapped in front of the people asked to calm down.
“Please, people. Our troops, in cooperation with the Batavians, are prepared and will destroy this Omen.â€
“The Omen is unconquerable,†scouted a man with glasses and a decent suit to general Victor.
“The Omen WAS unconquerable,†the general responded, “we have received some information about the status and weak places of the Omen. The Foundation has damaged the vehicle good in 2,700 years.â€
“You mean we can easily destroy it?†whispered a surprised Jonas.
“Erhm. No your Lokiness, I mean that we know that the Omen isn’t the superweapon of before,†whispered Victor back, “But, I need to confess, still very powerful.â€
“Ah well,†and the Senechal spoke to his people, “Our artillery is ready to shoot them out of the sky. We have patrols on the coast and our radars are watching them. They will not pass, and if they do... then this is their last burial place.
They can destroy our houses, they can kill our children and women, they can even conquer our island. BUT we will never surrender! We will fight on the beaches, in the streets, in the farming fields and even in my palace! They will not win this war!â€
After this patriotic speech the mass began to cheer. Some mothers began to cry of joy and the courage they got back. The hope was high. And this spirit spreaded through whole Maraguo.
They were ready, the Maraguans. They will not surrender!
Summary: Jonas gave a speech to his people to calm down a bit. It’s sent on the Maraguan Television Channel and Batavian Broadcasting Company, and reaches thousands of Maraguans, Batavians and Shirerithians.
After the speech, it’s sure that the Maraguan Government will not let the Omen leave if it reaches the island. The mother are prepared to shoot down the airship if needed to protect their children.
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OOC: Churchill really should have copyrighted that speech........They can destroy our houses, they can kill our children and women, they can even conquer our island. BUT we will never surrender! We will fight on the beaches, in the streets, in the farming fields and even in my palace! They will not win this war!â€
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OOC: I didn't even think about him while writing it. It's the best way to show we will never surrender!
Hey! He didn't mention a palace in his speech!
Hey! He didn't mention a palace in his speech!
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