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| The War of Illusions; Or: Lights! Camera! Explosions! | |
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| yk001nul | Oct 21 2010, 11:26:05 PM Post #91 |
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Public Servant No. 1 of Fyrdowsi
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Jeremiah stood by as the human soldier pulled the trigger of the fire-arm and shot himself. He did not know whether the suicidal gesture was caused by grief, guilt or just bitter disappointment. Who really pulled the trigger, he wondered. Was it the soldier, or the spirit within? Either way, even if the vessel was downed, the spirit was still free to roam around. The material chaining the demon to the mortal realm must be purified as soon as possible, before the infernal spirit regained its strength and find something else to possess. Jeremiah quickly approached the cadaver pieces, lying inside broken pieces of metal containers. The old vulpine, whom the spirit referred to as Imesu, was visibly angry, wildly gesticulating and shouting incomprehensible expletives, but Jeremiah figured that such tantrums was a norm for old men. He brushed away the curses and started prying out the cadaver pieces. Just as he suspected, there were pieces of what appeared to be parts of a vulpine body, judging from the furs and the strange smell. The cadavers were well-preserved and barely decomposed, despite its considerable age. Jeremiah suspected that the cadavers were specially treated so as to prolong its existence for as long as possible. Jeremiah pulled the cork of the oil vial, and doused the cadaver pieces with the foul-smelling flammable liquid. He took a nearby piece of shredded curtain and whispered the Ember incantations. Soon enough, a small flicker of flame set the cloth alight. The cadaver pieces were ready to be purified, but he would not be the one to do it. "Take this flame, old man, and burn the remains", Jeremiah said, handling over the burning cloth to Imesu. The purification should be done by the people psychologically closest to the owner of the remains, and the monk could not think of anyone better to take the role. |
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"Freedom is only in the eye of the beholder." Word-bearer Humayrah Fog, Towards Global Conversion of Everyone into the Superior Way (27 AE) "Lo, have you not heard how He created Fear, from which all life trickles through? Thus through Fear must all law be upheld, for it is the only barrier between Mankind and Eternal Damnation." - 4:13 Recitations Unbelievers, understand our history, flock to the Fyrdowsi Theocracy today, and save thyselves from eternal damnation! | |
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| Todd McCloud | Oct 23 2010, 08:57:44 PM Post #92 |
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Planet Telox
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Imesu looked at the monk, first with confusion, attempting to figure out what was going on, then with anger. He had no idea what was going on, who was doing the right thing and who was not, nor did he really know who to trust. Was he dreaming? Was he suddenly a human soldier? It had to be him, but why? And suddenly, there was this monk who was telling him to deface the remains of his dead friend. Why did he have to do such things? Since when did his body mean anything? Imesu smacked the cloth with his bare hands, causing the flame to hit the marble-tiled ground. "I will not do that. Look, I'm not a holy man. As I grew older, I became less reliant on beliefs and more on facts. And I'm not seeing many facts here. All I see is a dead soldier, you, and my fallen leader's remains. I will not burn that." He paused. "But, I would like to bury him. I'd rather he be put into the ground instead of displayed like some... freak show." |
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"Your uniform doesn't seem to fit. You're much too alive in it." "You must be the change you want to see in the world" - Gandhi "The worst prison would be a closed heart." - Pope John Paul II Vekaiyu's Wiki Page | Ikrisia Levinile's Wiki Page | Listonia's Wiki Page | |
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| Todd McCloud | Oct 23 2010, 10:06:12 PM Post #93 |
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Planet Telox
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![]() Pope: Pray for an End to War Reporting from the V3 Network in Vekaiyu, Ankya Ilusi ELDURA - Pope Severi II of the Vayan Catholic Church has issued a statement regarding the current situation in Vekaiyu. While giving mass in the Cathedral of the Seven Sacraments, the pontiff urged Vekaiyuns to "rebuke violent vengeance against one another" and put an end to the fighting across the nation. "It is during these trying times we often reveal who we truly are. The Almighty has declared that we are to live in harmony with one another. Are we to follow his ways, or regress into the depths of darkness? St. Paul and St. Aiya both taught us that faith in the Almighty alone will move mountains, will give hope to the hopeless, and will restore what was once lost. I urge brothers and sisters in the Vayan Catholic faith everywhere to pray for peace, for the nation of Vekaiyu and nations everywhere to accept one another as one would their own family. Place your faith in the Almighty, and not in a gun." The pontiff did not make any specific remarks to Maxism or any parties involved, but did mention the situation in Iruk as being "an event which has caused great sorrow" and instructed the faithful to "pray for the souls of the departed and for those who have lost those near and dear to them." However, he went on to say, "do not abandon yourselves to despair. Know that the Almighty is with you, and will always remain with you." The Vayan Catholic Church is organizing candlelight vigils in provincial capitals for those lost in the event in Iruk. Volesieri Has Harsh Words for Levinile, Gordon NI'VIALU - With the fall of Lira all but inevitable and the announcement of the province's surrender rumored to be delivered in a matter of hours, the leader of Meyshevyu condemned the leaders of the two nations. In a statement released to V3 News, Enlil Volesieri has accused Levinile and Gordon of acts of genocide. "It is clear this current coalition of Allegheny and Vekaiyun Levinilites is responsible for the murder of millions of innocent lives. Levinile and Gordon's staunch policies on being inflexible with regard to the tolerance of other ideologies has goose-stepped us into an era of senseless killings and evaporating freedoms. It is my belief that these monsters will spell disaster for Vekaiyu and her people. The doctrines of Levinile, calling for more openness and acceptance of other nations, will only serve to water-down the Vekaiyun ideal and wash our our culture. It is a few million today, but what's to stop such brutes from killing more?" The provincial overseer went on to say that the two leaders "will only cause more problems across the continent." He also explained his refusal to give up the fight for independence, and demands peace. "My want in all of this is to supply a free state, free from the senseless killings of the lesser leaders. We will not stop fighting to be free from being killed for being rebellious." This announcement comes despite recent reports of rioting in Ni'vialu. © 2010 V3 news services |
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"Your uniform doesn't seem to fit. You're much too alive in it." "You must be the change you want to see in the world" - Gandhi "The worst prison would be a closed heart." - Pope John Paul II Vekaiyu's Wiki Page | Ikrisia Levinile's Wiki Page | Listonia's Wiki Page | |
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| yk001nul | Oct 24 2010, 04:03:26 AM Post #94 |
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Public Servant No. 1 of Fyrdowsi
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Jeremiah looked a the flaming cloth, now barely flickering on the dirt floor after the old man Imesu brushed it away. The old vulpine seemed pretty insistent on wanting to inter the remains into the earth, instead of just purifying the remains with flames. The monk was not so sure if a simple burial would fully sever the errant spirit's bond to the mortal plane. Anxiety aside, he assumed that it would be wise to just let the unbelieving old man perform the proper burial rituals according to the traditional belief of the land. The roaring of the flyer machines seemed to grow ever more persistent in the sky above. Jeremiah would not want to stay in this place longer than he should. He quickly pulled out a vial of martyr's blood from his aid pouch. He mixed a drop of the blood with oil, and sprinkled droplets of the mixture onto the remains. The protective power of the blood should temporarily protect the remains from being abused by other spiritual entities, at least until the cadaver was properly interred. Ripping out a big piece of dirty curtain from one of the museum's windows, he stuffed the cadaver pieces into the makeshift cloth bag. He tied up the bundled remains with several rolls of rusty wires, and used the remaining blood oil mixture to draw a symbol of the Death Angel onto the bag. He then put the bag before Imesu, and slowly stepped back close to the crevice through which he entered the building before. When he was quite close to the entrance crevice, he said, "Take the remains of your friend, and bury it according to your rites. I will not force my belief unto you, so do whatever you believed in..." His speech was briefly interrupted by the loud whir of flyers buzzing dangerously close to the building. He resumed his speech through the noise, half screaming. "Listen here, old man. You must quickly return the remains of your friend and everyone else who died in this war to the earth. In this state of war, violent dying breaths will only make the vengeful spirits stronger, while the peaceful ones grow weaker. That fallen soldier is only the first of the victims. If the vengeful ones are not kept in check, they will poison the minds of your citizens, create more hate among the populace, and bring down your nation to its knee from the shadows. You saw for yourself the ugly truth behind the illusion, now it's up to you to believe it or not. The choice to continue the bloodbath or to stop it, is in your hand now." Without waiting for any response from Imesu, Jeremiah quickly whipped out a flash movement scroll from his pouch and threw it to the floor. Thick white smoke erupted from the scroll and engulfed his entire body. Within moments, the smoke gently drifted away, with the monk nowhere in sight. |
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"Freedom is only in the eye of the beholder." Word-bearer Humayrah Fog, Towards Global Conversion of Everyone into the Superior Way (27 AE) "Lo, have you not heard how He created Fear, from which all life trickles through? Thus through Fear must all law be upheld, for it is the only barrier between Mankind and Eternal Damnation." - 4:13 Recitations Unbelievers, understand our history, flock to the Fyrdowsi Theocracy today, and save thyselves from eternal damnation! | |
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| Todd McCloud | Oct 24 2010, 11:07:55 AM Post #95 |
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Planet Telox
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A very gaunt figure of a vulpine stood from the wooden floorboards of an attic that was lined in chalk, displaying an odd circular sketch scribed in various patterns and Latin, used as a portal to the spirit realm, no doubt. Or perhaps it was a way to contact the dead. Either way, the very nature of the design seemed to give off an air of uncertainty, uncertain as to whether or not the artist knew its true implications. Much like Ouija boards, divining, the very act of medium, the game, if one could call it a game, seemed to have unnatural connotations behind it. There had to be more to it than just cantations written crudely across the jaku wood. Woe to the beings that would use it. Woe to them and their families. Such things in life were not meant to be touched or drawn by the hands of the living; no, the very nature of the strokes and slashes had to be etched by the hands of evil, dictated by the devil, scribbled by Satan. Curiosity, as it seemed, was not to be taken lightly. After all, even animals step into bear traps from time to time, reaching for the piece of food located right where the jaws would clamp shut, sealing their fate to be skinned, their bones broken and burned by acid, and their flesh torn and consumed by those who knew better, those who knew the trap was there all along, those who remained unseen, watching, contemplating, waiting for the victim to take flight and die right before their own unnatural eyes. Now, however, the unnatural had become the natural. With roles reversed, the vulpine male rubbed his forehead, still a little sick over the whole experience, but it was clear that the man before contact was not the same man. At all. He stood up slowly, but with relative ease. Suddenly, his attention was swayed to a mirror, which was collecting dust along with the many other antiques sprawled out across the room. He chuckled when he gazed upon his youthful self. His fur was a semi dark gray, his hair black, and his eyes sunken into the skeletal frame of his head, the skin and fur acting like a mere covering, a tarp over the bones. After a few poses, his attention was turned to his body. He realized he was wearing a tapered black robe, complete with a white collar. The robe was kept well, stopping at his ankles and displaying black shoes. Spidery hands peeked from the loose sleeves. “That’s why they say don’t mess with the spirit world unless you know what you’re doing,” he said with a smile, liking his new body. “Best not to play a game you don’t know the rules to. Oh well. Requiem en terra pax, reverend…” he searched around for a name. Then, he found his wallet. “Domunik Regulavi. Been a good ride, I’m sure.” He stepped back heel-to-toe, careful to avoid the holy water that was sprayed across the floor during the struggle. He had no idea what it would do to him, but it was best to avoid the question marks for the time being. “A man of the cloth, eh? Or maybe just a trainee.” He gripped the skin on his face and pulled slightly. “Yeah, too much on the young side to be a full-blown priest. And the eyes are too light blue. Not old enough. Probably hasn’t seen enough evil in his life.” He shifted his robe. “Damn thing is too tight in the chest. And the guy picked a bad time to go celibate. I’ll be sure to change that.” He stretched his new body, examining the artifacts around the room, but it was kind of blurry. Turning to the ground, he noticed that the disturbance from before must have knocked off some spectacles. Grimacing, he bent down and picked them up, cleaning them with a cloth he found tucked into his wallet, then set them back over the bridge of his muzzle. “Well now. Let’s see what these bones can do.” |
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"Your uniform doesn't seem to fit. You're much too alive in it." "You must be the change you want to see in the world" - Gandhi "The worst prison would be a closed heart." - Pope John Paul II Vekaiyu's Wiki Page | Ikrisia Levinile's Wiki Page | Listonia's Wiki Page | |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Oct 24 2010, 10:26:35 PM Post #96 |
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The Boll Weevel
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| Todd McCloud | Oct 29 2010, 05:38:45 PM Post #97 |
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Planet Telox
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The phone rang on Enlil Volesieri’s desk. Curiously, the middle-aged vulpine picked up the receiver and listened in. The phone’s ring had less and less of an effect on him. Initially he was expecting an attack almost immediately. But, with so many other conversations from news groups, generals, foreign ministers, magistrates, and others, the intense shock he felt in his fingers when the loud clamor jolted him from his seat decreased over time. “Sir, this is Sipavu Commodore Kislov. The Vulshain Navy has squatted along the coast, specifically in Nilisa. They have not broken through, but they have begun to fire upon our coastal barrages. Two SAM sites are reportedly off-line, both hit by cluster bombs, sir! We have proceeded to attack the Vulshain ships with coastal batteries. We are readying-“ “Who gave you permission to ready anything?” “Sir, this is how we’ve always done it! We are following Vekaiyun protocol!” “Is this Vekaiyu, Kislov? No, it isn’t, is it?! Now you listen to me. Give them all you’ve got! Fire SAMs back at them! Mobilize whatever you can to fire within range of those ships!” “Sir! We have a very limited amount of firepower to use against such crafts! Much of what we have is off-line, seeing as it was directly connected with Vekaiyu, but they have been shut down!” “Then put them on-line!” “They changed the codes on us the moment we defected, sir.” Volesieri raked his fingers through his hair in frustration. “Dammit.” “We’ve been trying to reach other bases. None are responding.” “Well, fire what you can! Punt them out of the water and buy us more time. We’ll play the sympathy card – why is another nation trying to shell a population of poor Vekaiyun people?” “We’re not Vekaiyu anymore, sir.” “You know what I mean. Just do as I say!” ---- Coast Kunnat at Nilisa The skies to the west were alight as shells exploded across the open waters from the ships and the coastal batteries. Despite some being knocked out, the batteries remain firing, though without a specific mode of attack. Four surface-to-air missiles fly overhead to their intended targets as katyusha rockets from the nearby base make their way down the main avenues of the city in preparation for attack. |
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"Your uniform doesn't seem to fit. You're much too alive in it." "You must be the change you want to see in the world" - Gandhi "The worst prison would be a closed heart." - Pope John Paul II Vekaiyu's Wiki Page | Ikrisia Levinile's Wiki Page | Listonia's Wiki Page | |
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| Allegheny | Oct 29 2010, 06:24:20 PM Post #98 |
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Partly Cloudy
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Grey had thrown away the card the Vulshanian had given her, she had a long and lucrative contract with the Army and she wouldn't dare throw it away. Their company along with the rest of the divisions that were participating in the invasion had made a huge inroads toward the city center, much of Iruk was ruined at this point. The rebels, refusing to give up even as they were slaughtered had forced their hands. To the Alleghenians, Iruk's destruction would be seen as the rebellion's fault. Hourly artillery strikes from the massive line that had been set up outside the city had rained down shells at any forward commanders order. They had pulled away from the Vekaiyuns who were using more restraint than the Alleghenians cared to use. Their objective was the city hall were it was rumored that one of the rebellion's leaders had failed to escape the city before the siege and was now hiding, hoping his hordes could hold the tide of overwhelming force. Grey had yet to fire her weapon, being a medic she didn't have much of the chance. Instead she relegated herself to her primary job, fixing injuries and making the last dying breaths of soldiers injured beyond repair comfortable. She said a prayer for each one hoping they would find peace. Her comrades in arms had taken more to spraying rather than praying, mowing down any vulpine they saw that even looked like they were a threat. At this point they figured if they hadn't already evacuated then they must be rebels. It was a gross generalization but it worked to minimized any potential attacks from behind by rebels who made themselves look innocent. A few of the tanks they had been protecting were destroyed the screams of their crews burning alive echoing off the metal hulls, but for the most part the rebels lacked the capability to punch through the T-200's thick armor. It was pathetic now, most of their well equipped men had been destroyed yet surrender was still not an option and so the continued to kill them in every confrontation. Men, women and sometimes children, it did not matter if they had a weapon or looked like they had a weapon they were already dead and asking a soldier jacked up on stimpacks wasn't a viable option. |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Oct 30 2010, 12:55:10 AM Post #99 |
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The Boll Weevel
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As the Maxist forces launched a counterattack, several Vulshainian submarines fired MIRV missiles while underwater at the coastal batteries. Admiral Gerard Richard Frederick watched as the Southern Fleet launched countermeasures, stopping a good bit of the Maxist missiles from reaching them, although one was destroyed, but luckily the crew abandoned ship in time. Two others were badly damaged, and the admiral ordered them to fall back before they were lost as well. The admiral began to ponder. "Launch three MiG-31 Foxhounds and have them strike the enemy's SAMs and coastal batteries, especially those that are not online yet. Also, contine releasing the rain on the Maxists." "Admiral Frederick! Radar has just picked up katyusha rocket carriers moving through the city!" Nodding, the admiral gave the order. "Prepare some Hinds to be launched, but not until I give the word. We can't fire missiles into a populated area. I maybe a soldier, but damn it, I also have a conscience. Not to mention, I'm not about to give the enemy media ammo to use against us!" The missiles and rockets continued to rain down on the coastal defenses, as three MiG-31s took off from the carrier and began a bombing run on several SAM sites and coastal batteries. The MiG pilots avoided the flaks and anti-aircraft guns as they launched missiles, bullets, and bombs at the enemy targets before turning back around towards the carrier. One of the fighters was hit by enemy fighter. The two pilots ejected safely. A Vulshainian sub rose up out of the water and quickly picked them up before returning underwater before the enemy noticed the submarine's prescene. |
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| Todd McCloud | Oct 30 2010, 10:06:19 AM Post #100 |
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Planet Telox
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Ikrisia picked up her phone after rubbing her forehead, still sick over the recent news of millions dead in Iruk. "How did this happen? How could they be that careless? Maxists and Alleghenians alike. This was a recipe for disaster." She blinked her eyes and realized it was her military phone that rang - the putrid yellow color of the phone was beginning to annoy her. "Report," was all she could speak. "Ma'am, this is Sipavu Commodore Nevikalu, reporting from the city limits of Iruk." "God dammit!" she shouted. "What the hell happened there? Why didn't they take more precautions? How the heck did Maxists get their hands on fucking polymerization chemicals of all things? You're the one in command over there, Nevikalu, not I. You're closer to those Alleghanians than I am! What the hell happened?" "Ma'am, I do apologize for that. But it was unavoidable. The Maxists here fight dirty. If they didn't hit it, we certainly would have." He snorted to clear his nose. "Seems to me like a set-up." "I don't give a damn what it is! I have at least two million people dead, and Vekaiyu's third largest city in ruins! Justice must be served!" "If I may comment, Ma'am." Ikrisia sighed. "Fine. Go ahead." "We've been making some mighty nasty chemicals here for a long time now. Of any nation out there, Vekaiyu would be the one to know what to do about them. It doesn't appear right, Ma'am. We were fighting in that city before their helis came into play. They knew we were going to o-bliterate them. A few million are dead. That is unfortunate and my men have taken measures to make sure it doesn't happen again. Commodore Lebivistre is questionin his own men and shooting those he suspects to be Maxist. He likes the firing squad style." Ikrisia clenched her jaw. "This is what I get for recently promoting two people," she thought. "Someone will have to pay for this, Nevikalu. You know our nation." "Ma'am, are you trying to strike up a conversation with me, or do you want my advice?" "I want this situation fixed." Some static could be heard on the other end. "You're young, Ma'am. I don't claim to be an expert on nothin, but if'n I were you, I'd give it more thought as how you react to this. But if you ask me, asking my personal opinion on the matter, I would advise you to remove the Alleghenians from the scene. They kill anything that moves. I can conclude they're either green rookies or really bent on some kind of genocide." "Look, you make sure you talk to their commanding officer and get him to change his tune. Pronto. But you should be baby sitting them, that's ridiculous. I'll be making a call of my own. Now get back out there." "Over and out." |
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"Your uniform doesn't seem to fit. You're much too alive in it." "You must be the change you want to see in the world" - Gandhi "The worst prison would be a closed heart." - Pope John Paul II Vekaiyu's Wiki Page | Ikrisia Levinile's Wiki Page | Listonia's Wiki Page | |
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| Todd McCloud | Oct 31 2010, 10:53:12 PM Post #101 |
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Planet Telox
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Sipavu Commodore Kislov gave the orders to have the Katyusha rockets fire from strategic locations from within the city. Almost on cue, hundreds of warheads launched from the truck-mounted missile launchers, aiming directly at the battlements established by the Vulshain Navy. Following in their wake were SAM missiles, lesser in numbers, but still prevalent, and coastal batteries, which had sustained heavy damages, but still managed to produce some kind of firepower, any kind of firepower, to the Kunnat barrage. Such a barrage cared little about the people around them, unfortunately. Hundreds died from the first firings of the Katyushas, as badly-trained individuals attempted to man the already skeleton crew. Accompanying the missiles and projectiles were several VF-104 fighters, consisting of the entire airpower of Kunnat that wasn't already in service or need of repair. Unfortunately, they were also currently being phased out in the Vekaiyun air force. Forty years ago they would have been formidable. Unfortunately, though, they were pretty much the only planes left on the controllable air bases for the new government. The Sipavu Commodore shook his head as more rockets moaned above him. He hung up his phone as word that the Iseli-class launchers were being mobilized. "If we stop these guys, we'll be stale spoils for the Vekaiyun military to the south." He sighed, vacillating over continuing to follow orders or defecting and cutting his loses. |
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"Your uniform doesn't seem to fit. You're much too alive in it." "You must be the change you want to see in the world" - Gandhi "The worst prison would be a closed heart." - Pope John Paul II Vekaiyu's Wiki Page | Ikrisia Levinile's Wiki Page | Listonia's Wiki Page | |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Oct 31 2010, 11:16:09 PM Post #102 |
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The Boll Weevel
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Admiral Gerard Richard Frederick cursed, not only at the lost of another ship but also because the enemy commander didn't care who got caught in the crossfire. Only a fourth of the destroyed cruiser were able to get off before the ship died in a massive explosion. "Damn it! I want those SAMs and batteries taken out!" "Sir, we're detecting fighters being launched." "What kind of fighters?" "Vekaiyun VF-104 fighters, sir. They're trying to intercept our Foxhounds." "Launch Su-27s, MiG-35s, and F-14s to assist the Foxhounds." "Yes, sir!" "Also, launch those Hinds and have them take out those Iseli-class rocket launchers! I want those things destroyed, but I also don't want any civilians caught in the crossfire! Do you hear me!?" "YES SIR!" As the Hinds were launched, more missiles and MIRVs were rained down upon the SAM sites and batteries, pounding them into submissive. THe Hinds flew well below the Vekaiyuns' radar until the gunships ambushed the Iseli-class rocket launchers travelling on the highway, firing rockets and heavy machine guns at the enemy, while launching chaffs and decoys to fend off enemy fire. Meanwhile, the Flankers, Fulcrum-Fs, and Tomcats took off from the carriers and began to dogfight with the Vekayiun fighters. "And get me that enemy commander! Tell him to surrender and we will show him mercy!" "Sir?" "You heard me! I'm beginning to believe this is turning into a massacre, and we are massacring the enemy." |
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| Todd McCloud | Nov 1 2010, 12:03:52 AM Post #103 |
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Planet Telox
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Sipavu Commodore Kislov shook his head and watched as the outdated VF-104 fighters didn't seem to be boding well against superior technology. Rather, they were clearly outmatched. If only they had better Vekaiyun aircraft. "Bastard. The very definition of insanity is doing something time and time again, but expecting the same results. Absolutely stunning." "Sir, report from centcom - we've lost a decent amount of Iseli-class launchers, and just two SAM sites are reported as operational. Your orders?" He sighed. "Cease firing." "That would be subverting the provincial overseer's command, sir!" "I don't need this shit. Cease firing!" Another officer approached them. "Volesieri has ordered the remaining Iselis to begin firing in addition to the Katyushas. SAMs are regrouping." "I said cease firing! Those are your orders!" "He also said you have been relieved of your command, commodore." |
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"Your uniform doesn't seem to fit. You're much too alive in it." "You must be the change you want to see in the world" - Gandhi "The worst prison would be a closed heart." - Pope John Paul II Vekaiyu's Wiki Page | Ikrisia Levinile's Wiki Page | Listonia's Wiki Page | |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Nov 1 2010, 12:15:41 AM Post #104 |
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The Boll Weevel
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"Sir, the remaining Iseli launchers have just launched their missiles. We were able to stop most of them, but we just lost Yamanto Sun sir. The crew abandoned just in time. "Damn. Where is the enemy commander?" "I...I don't know sir. They're not answering our hails." "Damn it! Do these Maxists want to die so much!? Why in Heaven's holy name do they want to die!?" The Vulshainian fighters were tearing through the Vekaiyun outdated fighters. A few of the pilots ejected to safety. A couple were captured by the Vulshainians, who considered them POWs, but treated them humanely. More MIRVs, cluster bombs, and other weapons pounded the enemy batteries and SAM sites while the Hinds were quickly mopping up the remaining Iseli launchers. As the last Iseli launcher was destroyed, the Hinds quickly flew over and started attacking the batteries and SAM sites. |
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| yk001nul | Nov 1 2010, 12:30:05 AM Post #105 |
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Public Servant No. 1 of Fyrdowsi
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Debris and dust began drifting down onto the floor as the ceiling of the Iruk sanctuary trembled under the explosive bombardment. The women and children started huddling together in fear as the bombings got worse. The roaring sound of the exploding bombs drowned out the frightened voices of the asylum seekers in the dilapidated basement. Jeremiah appeared from the door, with wisps of the teleportation smoke still clinging to his robe. It took him several minutes to descend down the stairs as the tremors shook the basement. When the tremors subsided, he immediately approached the silver-maned elder vulpine, who was busy trying to console a group of wailing women. "Old one, be prepared. The shield word would not be able to hold on much longer. I don't think the destination gate in the Zealot Angel's headquarter is ready, but I think we should construct the entry gate here, now." The elder vulpine nodded. He paused for a while after looking at a group of injured non-believers still groaning in the sick bay. "What about the non-Submittans refugees? Should we bring them along, or should we just leave them here?", he asked. Jeremiah looked at the non-believer refugees. Almost all of them were injured, and none were able to even lift their hands, let alone wield a weapon. Should the shield collapse, there would no longer be anything between them and the potential murderers rampaging on the surface above. "Bring them along. By right they are bound under the Non-believers Refugee Act in the Calamity clause. Right now, our main priority is to bring everyone, believers or not, out of the battlefield." The elder vulpine nodded. He then signaled something to a group of old vulpine who sat around an elaborately decorated circle drawn onto the ground in the far corner of the basement. The group acknowledged his gesture, and began to hold their hands high. A mumbling cacophony of prayers began reverberating around the room, drowning out even the loud sound of explosions above. After several seconds, the prayers ceased as a shiny metal door began materializing out of thin air within the boundary of the drawn circle. Blue sparks sizzled out around the metal framework of the door as the heavy door finally finished materializing. One of the old vulpine opened the big door, heaving and puffing as the heavy metal door finally opened wide to reveal an entrance into an arid area. Warm breeze blew out from beyond the door. The elder vulpine addressed the refugees in preparation for their exodus. "This door will lead to a random destination gate permanently fixed in the remote areas of the nation of Fyrdowsi. Our original decision is to transport you to the Fyrdowsi police headquarters, but now our hands are forced to transport you all to a random destination gate designed for emergency transportation. You will have some difficulties at first, since it appeared that this door leads through a gate far in the heart of the Central Desert, but it wouldn't be long before the authorities come to your rescue. Now, many of you may have never heard of the nation before, but do not worry. The nation is the holy land for the Submittan diaspora, and they will treat you well, because after all, you and they professed the same faith." Amidst the hesitation, several of the refugees stepped forward and walked through the gates. Another person stood up and followed. Soon enough, a stream of refugees flocked through the gate, entering the nation of Fyrdowsi. |
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"Freedom is only in the eye of the beholder." Word-bearer Humayrah Fog, Towards Global Conversion of Everyone into the Superior Way (27 AE) "Lo, have you not heard how He created Fear, from which all life trickles through? Thus through Fear must all law be upheld, for it is the only barrier between Mankind and Eternal Damnation." - 4:13 Recitations Unbelievers, understand our history, flock to the Fyrdowsi Theocracy today, and save thyselves from eternal damnation! | |
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| Todd McCloud | Nov 1 2010, 12:30:36 AM Post #106 |
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Planet Telox
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Much of the cluster bombs launched by the navy tore into the city of Nilisa, rocking the metropolis at its core. The damage to the skyline caused the opposition to cease firing as some sectors of the city, especially near the coast, appeared to be heavily damaged. |
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"Your uniform doesn't seem to fit. You're much too alive in it." "You must be the change you want to see in the world" - Gandhi "The worst prison would be a closed heart." - Pope John Paul II Vekaiyu's Wiki Page | Ikrisia Levinile's Wiki Page | Listonia's Wiki Page | |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Nov 1 2010, 12:50:26 AM Post #107 |
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The Boll Weevel
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"DAMN IT! CEASE FIRE! CEASE FIRE!" The Southern Fleet stopped firing. "Damn it! I said don't hit the city!" "Sorry sir, but the last batteries were too close to the city. They was no way we could destroy those batteries without hitting the city," the admiral's second in command said. "Damn. Tell the Lady Premier, that the Southern Fleet is defeating the enemy, but we unfortunately hit the city. The enemy had placed some of its defenses too close to the civilian sectors, making it difficult for us to destroy the enemy without hitting the city. Tell her that we apologize for the civilian deaths. We will do everything in our power to prevent this from happening again. War is between soldiers not civilians. Also, ask her for further orders." |
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| Veerilion | Nov 1 2010, 11:23:31 AM Post #108 |
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Veerilionic Empire
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Steam was sitting infront of his computer watching an internet edition of a news paper. "Hmm, those Vulshain medias sure are fast to bring out news." did he mutter to him self. He looked thought the Artikkels before noticing the artikkel on the aid. It reminded him about the fact that the preeliminary aid was geting ready.
OOC: the rest can ether be RPed out or just happen when time is right, it depends on what you want really also. |
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| Allegheny | Nov 1 2010, 08:53:30 PM Post #109 |
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The fighting intensified once again as they approached the city's center, the artillery guns sounded like thunder on the horizon, the roar of the jets sounded like the stormy winds, the rumble of the tank treads felt like an earthquake and the screams of the dying had no comparable sound as they continued their death march into the fiery mouth of hell itself. The rebel vulpines had given it their all, but in the end they were no match for them. The shells continued to smack into the ground way to close for comfort, standard operating procedures for Alleghenian commanders. They lived by their unofficial motto Danger Close. Sargent Chambers and his squad continued to spot for the tanks in front of them, but at this point the environment was target rich, the gunners manning the machine guns on the tanks fired in every direction, their barrels glowing hot and sometimes even deforming, they poured water on the barrels to cool them down quickly but it was no use. The tank crews fired round after round, the massive caliber devastating any left over enemy armor and obliterating any soft targets. Chambers fired several rounds and called in an artillery strike on a nearby building, the shells coming shortly after caving in the roof. Rockets slammed into the tank behind the one in front, splattering the machine gunner every which way and heavily damaging the tank, it rolled into a building and stopped before the ordinance inside exploded, popping it like a pimple and destroying the building with secondary explosions. City Hall was ahead and shells rained down on the sturdy stone building. Chunks were taken out of it as the shells smashed into it. A fortified sandbag position fired their gun emplacement at the approaching troops for a few seconds before his head popped off from a sniper round and the emplacement itself was destroyed with a well placed round from a tanks gun. They continued to fire on the city hall before a cease fire order was given. The entire area went silent. Several soldiers checked to see if they had gone deaf. Rebel Vulpines poured out of the burning the building and the troopers approached yelling for them to drop their guns and surrender, they complied, one of the surrendering Vulpines bravely identified himself as the leader spouting out epithets of how they had raped and murdered his people. A Colonel came and smacked him across the snout, he ordered him to pick out his senior staff and eventually they were separated from the other rebel soldiers and non essential staff and loaded the important ones into a troop carrier. The others were executed on their knees. The Alleghenian force celebrated and then secured the building. |
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| Todd McCloud | Nov 2 2010, 08:07:45 PM Post #110 |
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Planet Telox
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((OOC: This post was made in collaboration between Allegheny and I)) Ikrisia moved a pack of cigarettes around in the palm of her hand. She wasn’t planning on smoking it, but, more or less, it was out of curiosity. She heard smoking could relieve nerves and since she was the leader of her nation, perhaps it was better to be calm and risk some of her heath than to be frantic and risk some of her nation. Slamming the pack down, she decided it was time to speak to President Gordon on the matter at hand. The fact that she hadn’t received a call from him was a little off-setting, but someone had to initiate the conversation. Ikrisia dialed the number and waited for the other end to pick up. The line clicked and buzzed before a robotic voice answered. "You have reached the Alleghenian foreign affairs office, if you know the extension of the party you wish to reach you may dial it now. Please hold for a representative for all other matters.” Ikrisia sighed as she twirled the phone cord in her fingers and leaned back in her chair. She entered a four-digit number to get to his secretary. ”At least there’s no muzak to listen to.” The line clicked several times again before a female voice answered. "Office of the President, how may I help you?" “Good day, this is Ikrisia Levinile, Premier of Vekaiyu. I would like to speak to President Gordon regarding recent developments in Iruk.” The secretary sighed. "Have you a scheduled phone appointment?" “Um, no. This is urgent business, however.” The secretary sighed again. "I'll check to see if he is in." The line went silent again before the secretary came on again. "The President will speak with you, however please note phone calls must be scheduled one week in advanced, good day." The line went silent and clicked several times before Gordon's voice could be heard. "Gordon here." Ikrisia shook her head and sighed. ”The day I become a bureaucrat is the day I should be shot at sunrise.” “Hello there, Gordon. This is Ikrisia. Are you aware of situations going on in Iruk?” “Except for the reports I’ve been getting from my various commodores that they’ve been mowing down innocent people.” "Those allegations are false I assure you, what person in their right mind would want to stay within a warzone lest they wish to fight for the rebellion?" Ikrisia leaned forward in her chair. “I had heard that Maxists there were refusing people from leaving the city. Now, I’m a former soldier. I know how hard it can be to tell friend from foe out there. I’m well aware that there will be civilian casualties too. Probably a lot.” She paused, recalling her days as a soldier, how she would handle innocent people. At least they weren’t shoving babies back into wombs. Grimacing, she gritted her teeth before speaking again. “I know all about that. But my commanding officers don’t. They haven’t seen a lot of conflict, much like your own.” She paused again. “But the city is neutralized from what I hear. They killed the opposition leaders and some form of normalcy can exist there now.” "Well thats good to hear. Is there something else you would like to speak about?" Gordon said checking his nails for dirt. “What plan did you have in mind now that Iruk has been cleared?” Gordon laughed. "Come now my dear, Iruk is yours to deal with, I wouldn't ask you to formulate my policies for me if the roles were reversed. Our men shall stay if you continue to have need of their services." “Ha! Of course.” She slowly drummed her fingers on her desk. “I’d like for them to stay to police the area and work with the Vekaiyun divisions already in the city. It’s my hope that the people there can learn to trust the soldiers there, thus helping to get rid of this ill will toward humans that has been plaguing my nation for too long.” Ikrisia scratched her head. “Now… about this provincial overseer of Kunnat. I think it’d be best if we could eradicate that son of a bitch as soon as possible. I was thinking of a special ops team to come in and take him out working in conjunction with a few Vekaiyuns who know their way around his grounds.” "Of course, I will work something out. Have the information on these people sent to me." “Very well. I will forward you a rendezvous point that has been previously agreed upon as well. The hit goes out tonight.” "Alright, I will see what I can do." Gordon hung up the phone and went about retreiving and sending out the information to the associated parties. Ikrisia noticed the phone click. While holding onto the receiver, she dialed another number. “Hello? Yes. Take this message to Commodore Nevikalu. Ready? It is your responsibility to ensure that the city of Iruk is protected and policed well. Any minor infractions I expect you to handle. Major infractions shall be reported to me. It is your job to keep the order in that city. Should you be unable to do your job, Commodore Vanse Lebivistre will take your place. That is all.” Hanging up the phone, Ikrisia pulled her laptop over and continued working on a speech. “Hopefully the competition will get them both on the ball.” |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Nov 4 2010, 12:18:59 AM Post #111 |
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The Boll Weevel
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Admiral Gerard Richard Frederick sighed as he had the communications officer patch him through to Premier Levinile. He had promised that he would avoid all civilian casualities, and yet somehow, innocent people died. While he knew that in war, innocents got caught in the crossfire, but still, the Vulshainians were here to save Vekaiyu just as the Vekaiyuns had saved Vulshain when Merrill Rivers was in power. "Sir, we're through," the comm officer stated. The admiral nodded and prepared to give his report to the Vekaiyun Premier. Ikrisia blinked her eyes as she noticed her phone ringing. Carefully, she picked it up and spoke into the receiver. "Hello?" Admiral Gerard Richard Frederick heard the acknowledgement. "Premier Ikrisia Levinile. This is Admiral Gerard Richard Frederick of the Vulshainian Confederate Naval Southern Fleet. I have important news, unfortunately, it's not all good, I'm afraid." "Explain," she said in two short syllables. "Yes, Ma'am. We defeated the Maxists and their coastal defenses. However, during the battle, the Maxists became desperate and began firing from within the city. They didn't care who got hit, and many parts of the city was badly hit. In addition, the Maxists had placed several of their batteries and SAM sites too close to the city, and despite our best efforts, the city was damaged further. I humbly apologized for Vulshain taking innocent lives, Lady Premier. We did everything in our power to prevent such casualties. I already have medical teams ready and prepped to land in the city and tend to the wounded." "From what my pilots have reported to me, much of the damage was caused by the Maxists. We attempted to try and get the Maxists to surrender, but something went wrong on their end. According to a DIEIS agent who was monitoring their communications, the commander of the coastal defenses was relieved of his command and all defenses was placed under the commander of Volesieri." Ikrisia rubbed her forehead. "Neutralize the province and work to end this civil war. I am not an idealist, General. I am well aware there will be civilian casualties. However, this should be kept at a minimum. Therefore, I am asking you to neutralize the province. Those are your orders. Once the province has been neutralized, we will work toward policing the province." "Understood Lady Premier. I have C-SAT teams ready to drop in and...Just a moment, Lady Premier. Something just came up." There is a long pause before Admiral Frederick came back. "I apologize for the interruption, Premier Levinile. However, our DIEIS agent has informed us that he just spotted a problem. Apparently, the enemy is attempting to block your forces from reaching Nilisa. We have ground forces ready to go. Just give us the word, and we will advance on their rear while you attack them from the front." "They will not be advancing on Nilisa," Ikrisia informed. "They will remain in Lira and Adevi, restoring order there and preventing any breakaways." "Understood ma'am. As I was saying earlier, I have C-SAT teams ready to drop in and capture the provinicial overseer. We will extract and bring him in for treason, war crimes, and acts of terrorism, and whatever other charges you want to press against him." "That will not be necessary," she replied. "I've informed you that your forces should be used to neutralize the province. As for the overseer, he will be dealt with accordingly." The admiral didn't like that part. "Lady Premier, are you sure? Very well. I acknowledge your orders...Um...Lady Premier, we have another problem. Our DIEIS agent just informed me that he just spotted General Drew Brock Alvarado, head of the RRAM terrorist organization in the city. I don't know why he's there, but the man is dangerous. We should send in ground forces into the city and capture him, while we also neutralize the province." "Destroy him. And hang his body publically. Vekaiyu shall not be a haven of terrorists." The admiral smiled. "You took the words right out of my mouth. If the provinicial overseer and him are in league, we can take out two birds out with one stone. I insist ma'am." "Ah, I just been informed that several DIEIS agents in the city are requesting permission to capture the provinicial overseer. They have informed me that they are in a golden opportunity to take him out." "That is not their orders, Admiral." "Ma'am, this is a chance we cannot pass up. These DIEIS agents are extremely skilled and are in prime position to capture the leader of the Maxists. Surely, you can see that. We have to capture him alive so as not to make a martyr out of him." "Putting him on trial will humiliate him and the Maxist cause. My forces can deal with the military threats and the terrorist leader, but the DIEIS agents can get in and get out. We need to move fast now." The admiral thought for a moment before saying something to his comm officer. "Ma'am. I have just informed the DIEIS agents that their objective is to eliminate the terrorist leader and any supporters he has with him. Our fighter wing has just taken off to deal with the advancing Maxist troops, and we are also preparing to send in ground troops to neutralize any enemies, starting with any survivors at the coastal batteries. With your permission of course." "Yes, of course. Your orders are to neutralize the opposition." "Understood. Do you also want us to send in medical teams to aid the injured?" "Yes. There will most likely be an abundance of injured persons due to the attacks and rioting in the city." "I'll send in soldiers and medics immediately. They have strict orders not to fire upon ANY civilians. We also need maps pinpointing locations of important military sites vital to the Maxists in this province. Anything and everything you have will be of utmost importance in bringing order to this province." "Expect to have maps uploaded shortly. We will provide you maps of the province." "Thank you, Lady Premier. Now, how do you want the terrorist leader killed? Turned into swiss cheese with bullets, drawn and quartered, run over with a tank, shot at with a tank at point blank range, burned alive with a flamethrower, tossed off a building into the blades of a Hind gunship, or dropped from skyscraper level from a Hind onto the pavement, or fed to the sharks, and do you want us to record his death for you?" The admiral wanted to see her reaction. "I do not issue orders on the means of death for scum. Just scrape it off your shoe and go about your normal business." "Thank you, Lady Premier. Oh, and I have just been informed of something that might be of interest. Apparently, our DIEIS agents have learned that there maybe a resistance movement against the provincial overseer. They aren't 100% certain, but it might be beneficial to us if we assist them." "Use your better judgement, Admiral! I will not hold your hand through this. I have given orders, broad as they may be, but I expect you to use your judgment to determine the correct path. You were promoted to Admiral by your nation's standards for a reason." "Ma'am. According to my orders, I am to get your permission before I do anything. That's what you told the Confederate Minister of Defense, wasn't it? In fact, I'm looking at the message you sent him right now. And you indeed stated that before we did anything we were to get your permission first." Ikrisia sighed. "Details for movements and orders. You will fill in the rest, Admiral. Or perhaps a field marshal will? I was under the impression that Admirals generally did maritime duties?" "In the Confederate Armed Forces, we work together as comrades. And one more thing, my forces captured a Rygardi submarine that had preyed upon your Navy. According to my orders, and I quote, "The Southern Fleet of the Vulshainian Confederate Navy is to hereby give the Rygardi Republican Ship (RRS) Aeon Hammer, a Seawolf-class submarine that had committed acts of terrorism against the Vekaiyun Navy to the Holy Republic of Vekaiyu. In addition, the captured commander of the Rygardi submarine, Commander Glenda Harding is to be turned over to the Vekaiyun government for a military tribunal. The crew of the Aeon Hammer have stated that they have defected to the Vekaiyun Navy in cooperation for their assistance in surrendering peacefully." Sighing after he had finished, he continued, "That's pretty much it, Lady Premier. You get a highly advanced submarine, a captured enemy commander, and a crew of defectors. Oh and my ground forces have already started to land in the city and have rounded up many of the survivors. A lot of them are defecting." "Very well. Talk to me if there are any major developments." She hung up the phone and leaned back in her chair. ------------------------------------------------------- Nilisa Captain Gelin Matkoc of the Vulshainian C-SAT 21st Division watched as his men gathered up the surviving enemy forces while medics began to treat the wounded, especially the civilians. A starshina came running up to him. "Report, Starshina Guliva Arrica." The Starshina saluted him and reported, "Sir! There is someone who says he's the former commander of the coastal defenses." Two efreitors were bringing a vulpine officer to him. Captain Matkoc looked at him. "What's your name soldier?" Despite having a Vulpine name, Captain Gelin was a human, raised by Vulpines, so it was probably surprising for a human to speak perfect Unonian without the need for a translation device. |
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| Todd McCloud | Nov 4 2010, 05:45:45 PM Post #112 |
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Planet Telox
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Wearing a new uniform of white, black, and gold, Ikrisia stood in front of a podium and directly down the barrel of a camera, fed into every major news station in the country. Her new look as premier had been polished off earlier. She wanted to change the dress of the premier to something more pleasant – not all black like Max, and not mostly red like Selvala. A peculiar object was fastened onto the front-left of the uniform: a Maltese cross, something that had been used earlier to bridge the gap between science, state, and religion. Stern-faced and with unwavering eyes, she began her oration promptly. “Vekaiyuns across this nation of ours, we are nearing the end of this bitter civil war that has torn us apart. Control shall be returned to the people, and order restored. I appreciate you and what you have done to maintain solidarity despite the furious rage confided by the Maxists. Now it is time for us to fight for our nation - to restore it, but also to make it better than it could have ever been before.” “Through this war, millions of lives were lost. We have mourned such loses and will continue to mourn. But such loses are not in vain. They didn’t die for the sake of dying. They died for a purpose. Yes, it is true, the events that happened in Iruk and Nilisa were unforeseen, but certainly the increased possibilities of such events were vested in the actions of those who were blinded by hate and bitter revenge. But we will not leave it at that. Those who died did so for a purpose. We will rebuild this nation and make it better than before. We will establish a representative congress to ensure the rights of the people are heard through their respective provinces. We will demand equal opportunity for those with equal qualifications. We will encourage foreign involvement and pry open the doors that have shut ourselves in for too long. We will ensure that those who are guilty of the deaths of those who died during the war and in times past are brought to swift judgment.” “This is not a nation of one. It is a nation of over four-hundred twenty-five million people. That’s nearly a billion hands. With those billion hands, we will create a new state of Vekaiyu, for the people and by the people. Everyone will have a part in the creation of their state. I am merely here to act as a catalyst to this, a guide that will give you the tools so that you may build better. And we have many tools at our disposal.” “Today is day one. Every day we shall improve. Every day we shall grow more and more united and determined. For this is our time, the time of the people, the time to move forwards instead of crawling backwards! Be proud, Vekaiyu! Oh yes, be very proud! Our greatest hour is upon us, all of us - human, vulpine, what have you – it is time to stand together as united Vekaiyu! Vekaiyu for the people! Vekaiyu for the world! Vekaiyu for the values that exist in the very fiber of our beings! It is our time now! Right now, and forever more!” She paused and gave a slight nod. “Thank you, and may the Almighty keep you.” Ikrisia watched as the red light on the camera blinked off. She raised her eyebrows as she left the podium. ”Now to see if that causes any riots,” she thought as she scoffed, moving down the stairs and entering the nearest hallway to return to her office. |
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| Allegheny | Nov 4 2010, 07:50:53 PM Post #113 |
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Sargent Mike Powell and his team were quickly flown in to Vekaiyu when Ikrisia once again requested the services of the Alleghenian Special Operations Unit, he didn't think he would be back here again especially after what happened to the last team he was on, but it didn't matter, he was in charge now. They were dropped ten miles outside the city and walked in on foot from there, it was dark when they reached the outskirts of the city. They entered a storm drain system to gain easy undercover access to the city without having to walk along the empty streets where they could be easily seen. The ocular implants his team had been given were immensely helpful in the darkness of the dank storm drains. Back home Powell had finally found the right spotter to work with him, the sniper/spotter relationship was key to the soldiers of the Special Operations Unit, they would become closer than siblings, they would spend all their time together learning and studying different historical operations, they ate together and they shared the same quarters; they had essentially become one in the same. Powell's spotter was named Specialist Loren Hunter, she was indeed female. It wasn't odd for Sniper's to choose spotters of the opposite sex, they knew the rules and they had been trained to become emotionless while on duty, having a female spotter came with the territory of an army that allowed both sexes into any military role. The two were silent the entire time, they had learned to communicate without words, however the third man they brought along was not as quiet. The third man on the team served as a support role, he watched their backs when they were into position, laid traps along different routes of entry should their position become compromised. He was a shield and he knew it, his name was Specialist Adam Thomas. Usually only the sniper and spotter would come along for high profile assassination missions like this, but command thought it necessary to have a support unit. "God damn it smells in here." Adam whispered. Neither Powell or Hunter answered back and Adam only shrugged his shoulders and continues moving. Their inside man would be somewhere in these storm drains, eventually they found him, he turned out to be nothing than a savvy vulpine street urchin whose name none of them could pronounce. Adam named him Gerald for lack of a better identification. Gerald shot them a toothy grin. "Look for the men with glowing eyes." They told him. Powell sighed, this was the best the Vekaiyun army could afford at the moment he supposed seeing as how they were busy fighting a civil war. Agents were hard to come by on short notice, especially since they were all busy looking for Maxist threats. The kid spoke perfect English fortunately. "Alright Gerald, we need to get into a position that faces Enlil Volesieri's room. Think you can do that?" Powell said showing the kid a picture of their target. The kid simply nodded and waved for them to follow. "I know a place." He said in heavily accented English. "Government pays big money for this, I do this for my family!" He whispered, albeit loudly. Powell smiled. "Ok, lets get moving then." The building Gerald led them too was empty and it looked like it had been emptied in a hurry. The drains led directly to a coal storage area that gave them access to the building. They reached the top to a window facing 'The Refrelve' an ancient keep from the middle ages, it had been fortified with more modern defenses. The moon was behind them casting a shadow upon their side of the building creating better cover. Powell and Hunter donned a special pair of sunglasses designed for the S.O.U. to hide the glow of their eyes yet allow them to keep most of their benefits. It took only a few minutes to set up their position. Powell brought along a .50 caliber sniper rifle to be used for longer distances rather than his smaller standard sniper rifle, he missed his rifle though, S.O.U. Snipers formed bonds with their standard issue weapons, they became extensions of their bodies, however this would do for the time being, he also taped the picture of his target to the wall next to him. Loren Hunter set up her tripod scope and began to judge distances and wind, she had bought her standard issues rifle with her just in case a force began rushing the building, they were confident however that they could finish the job and get out alive. The windows were hard to see through, some of them were barred and others were stain glass. Adam setup trip wires along the stairs and formulated a plan of escape down a fire escape should the mission go south, he positioned himself and his assault rifle near the entrance to the room. The kid was told to leave, they didn't want him to get hurt or alert anyone to their presence, they gave him all their rations of chocolate and sent him on his way. |
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| Todd McCloud | Nov 4 2010, 10:03:50 PM Post #114 |
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Planet Telox
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“And it is in these moments I often find myself dabbling over what could have been. What if Selvala didn’t kill dear leader and sever his head from the body? Even more pressing in these times, what could have happened if we somehow avoided the “Great Tragedy” and the stigma of killing millions wasn’t fresh in everyone’s mind? This is no longer our time. We once controlled this nation because it needed control. There was weak leadership. We came in and took control and made us proud again. But this is no longer our world. Now we must bow to the new generation, the generation that never got to witness our triumphs, only the downfalls. The in-fighting. The concentration camps, of which will surface in due time. The assassinations. The pride. They didn’t see what it once was, how beautiful it could have been.” “Therefore, dear soldiers of the true Vekaiyu, I must regret to affirm that our mission has failed. To the young people and those far from the Maxist ideals but still proclaim their loyalty: stand down your guard and move on with your lives. The paths ahead are only for those who truly are the living words of our fallen leader. They will survive and move on, but as for Vekaiyu, it is lost to the new generation. We will have to assimilate, continue fighting, or move elsewhere. It is to this end I regret to inform you all that I will be leaving for Listonia in the morning. Where I go from there I cannot say, but when I get there, I will let you know. There we will flourish as those remaining few who forever cling to Maxism and all it stands for.” “May the Gardener tend to the plants and remove the weeds. Always and forever yours.” Enlil raised his eyebrows as he closed his journal and set it in a drawer in his desk. He decided to get up and stretch his legs – sitting too long can stagnate the blood, he assumed, though he was never one who really cared to learn about anatomy. The less he knew, the more he didn’t have to worry about it. There was work to be done before he left. He needed to pack for the trip to Listonia, but pack lightly and discreetly. It all had to fit into a suitcase, and he made sure it all went in one by one. Toothbrush and paste. Comb. Various documentation still classified under the Maxist regime, mainly dealing with the whereabouts of concentration camps in the Jeneras. Reading glasses. And, of course, a decanter full of cognac, distributed from, ironically enough, Iruk. He cracked his neck and walked over to the ledge it sat on, right next to the window. ”I could use a drink right now anyway,” he thought. |
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| Allegheny | Nov 4 2010, 11:23:05 PM Post #115 |
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Loren perked up. "Movement, window to the left of the stained glass." Powell also saw the movement and changed the zoom to see his target in the window. "Target acquired." Powell regulated his breathing while Loren called out the wind. "Wind moving from the west, range to target one thousand. "On target." Powell returned. "Fire." The crack of the gun firing rang out across the city, the bullet striking home on the first try, a red mist replaced were the target had been standing. "Target eliminated. Lets get out of here." Loren said triumphantly. "Hail the Union, its about time." The team gathered their equipment and the one spent shell casing and left, deactivating their traps and back into the storm drain. They were a whisper on the wind. |
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| Todd McCloud | Nov 5 2010, 12:16:00 AM Post #116 |
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Planet Telox
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Ikrisia blinked her eyes. Once again, she was in that room she knew all too well – the room from nowhere, the room they used to break her child-like mind and transform her into the person she was today. Only, this time it was a little different. For one, she was an adult, dressed in her new premier outfit, unrestrained and free. Freedom. The more she stood and stared at the walls, the more they seemed to disappear. It was a liberating feeling, seeing those walls come down or at least fade into the background. Or maybe they weren’t fading. Actually, it was as if the walls were turning into deep space. Or space itself, with the stars, planets, and various heavenly bodies scattered across the sky. Where she stood now was anyone’s guess – had she broken a law in the universe somewhere? At least the floor remained, but it was black, opaque, and polished. Almost obsidian in presence. Nothing like the cold concrete floor from before. Not at all. “Beautiful, isn’t it?” She turned around to view a vulpine male wearing glasses. His labcoat blew in the slight breeze around them, but still managed to cover his black shirt, and part of his pants. He smiled as he pushed his glasses back up to his muzzle. “I knew you’d like it. You were made to like it, failed goddess. Much like the stars around us.” He walked toward her. “What are large gas giants? Mainly failed stars, of course. But they didn’t fail on their own volition. It was pure circumstance.” “Who are you?” “I am the one who created him,” he said with a smile. “Created who he became. When he was corrupted, I had him replaced. Selvala was her name. But she too became corrupted. So I had her replaced.” “You fucker!” an aging vulpine shouted to her left. “Bastard! I am the one who created her! I created myself! It was my experiences and feats that formed who I became, not your shittwinkie self!” The vulpine wearing the labcoat brought a hand to his muzzle, as if he was studying a specimen. “Even defeated, you are unable to give up. Come here.” “Go to hell!” “Now.” Ikrisia watched as he angrily dragged his feet over to where the labcoat-clad vulpine was. The vulpine grabbed him and tapped him in the head. “See, sick mind.” He opened up his head as if part of it was on a hinge. Inside was a female snake, guarding its eggs. “Decrepit. I knew something was wrong when that one eye became swollen. But he was a decent accomplishment. His tongue was a double-edged sword – part serpent, part Venus. Venus as a boy, he was. But he didn’t accept it. His beautiful mind he corrupted and used for evil.” He grabbed the head of the mother snake and squashed it between his thumb and forefinger. “That will keep him quiet for a while.” “You spoke of a failed goddess?” “Of course I did.” He dropped his body as the eggs rolled out of his cranial cavity. “His project. That project that you will always hate. The one that made you into who you are, flaws and all.” She looked behind her and noticed the twelve project members still alive. “Failed goddess, Ikrisia of the North.” Ikrisia turned back to him as he continued to smile. “We came so close, so very close. But with so many variables, it was impossible to control the outcome. So impossible that only the Almighty himself could have known the outcome. But, here we are. Today. Right now. You, our failed goddess, along with the cast of others behind you. The best we could create.” “The Almighty is who creates,” she responded. “You don’t get it, do you?” he shook his head. “That’s okay. I don’t expect you to really get it. A life is like a painting. So many people believe only one hand can become the artist to that painting. But, there are extra brushes, Ikrisia. Extra brushes which are free to take if you know how to use them. Would you like to see what could have been?” “Why not.” He gave a slight nod as the two of them began to grow in size. Suddenly the twelve other survivors were reduced to the size of specks. Finally, they stopped growing. It had all happened so fast, but soon she realized she was now larger than most solar systems. Reaching out to touch a star, she retracted her hand when she remembered how hot stars can get, but when she slowly moved back toward it, she was surprised to find it wasn’t warm at all. “You like this?” “Yeah,” she responded almost without even paying attention to the question. “But you’d have to judge people too. You know that, right?” “This is all impossible.” “It is now.” “Why now?” “I don’t have enough time to explain to you why. We didn’t anticipate the unknown.” “Easy answer. Sure.” She watched as a platform appeared in front of them, stopping her train of thought. Her eyes focused on it as her father suddenly appeared on it, standing up, studying her with wide eyes, like he had never seen anything before in his entire life. “First case.” Ikrisia picked him up by the arm, but the stress was too great and she ripped his arm out of its socket. Oddly enough, he didn’t scream or shout. Tossing it aside like a small toothpick, she let the arm go and decided to pick him up by the torso. Her face turned to a scowl as she made a pack of lions appear on the platform below him. “I suppose this is what I get for giving you up at an early age.” She let him go and watched as his body was torn apart. When there was nothing left of him, she made the lions disappear and turned her attention back to the man in front of her. “Did you like that?” he asked. “No… I didn’t.” “Why did you do it?” “I… don’t know why.” “Do you want to try another person?” “No. I don’t like this.” “And so my hypothesis is complete.” He snapped his fingers as they returned to normal size. “Hence why your disciples do not follow you. But the betrayers have been weeded out. Or have they? Everyone has their Judas, Ikrisia. Everyone. But as for them, they are lost – they lost their prophet and they are looking for another. No, you would not have been a goddess per se, Ikrisia. Don’t be that careless in your observations. You would have been a goddess among your world.” “I don’t even know what you’re talking about.” “Do you?” She sighed. “I am not of them. I don’t want to be such a thing. I’m not formed because of you or anyone else – I control my own fate, I control my own destiny!” “If that was the case, you’d be a peasant girl from Listonia. Isn’t that true?” “Guided by events, but still under my own control!” Ikrisia looked around the scenery, the various stars and planets, watching as a comet passed into a viewable nebula, never to return again. “This is all a dream anyway! You’re nothing but a figment of my imagination, residue from the treatment I had long ago!” “Even if I am… can you control it?” “I can kill you with my bare hands.” “But you won’t. No, you won’t. And I must say, that was an excellent analysis you had there. I believe it was the same conclusion he came up with.” He winked. “That’s the problem with failed experiments, Ikrisia. However, any scientist can tell you that from failures can come triumphs. Some of mankind’s greatest achievements were through his failures and the recognition of his own shortcomings. You, because of what you were made to be and who shaped you, are flawed. But perhaps it is those flaws that can be used for success. Of the lot, you are the most successful, Ikrisia. The least unstable. The highest in position. Able to separate mercy from judgment, albeit crudely. Remarkable, really. But they will come to you, Ikrisia. The other twelve will find you because they lost their rock. And it will be your actions that will cause them to either accept you… or crucify you.” “Shut up!” Extending her arms in front of her, Ikrisia lunged at the man in front of her, only to wake up at her desk, the outlines of the buttons on the sleeve of her uniform pressed into her skin where she slept. The fact that it was all a dream didn’t make the odd feeling go away, but it was relieving to be back in her office, her laptop open in front of her on screensaver, and to be breathing in the smell of a recently-cleaned jaku wood desk. Of course. It had to be that. It never bothered her before though. Perhaps it was a combination of stress, being tired, and the faint residue of cleaning supplies that brought it on. Whatever it was, she knew she’d have to resolve her past somehow, though. “I need to take a vacation when this nation is stabilized,” she remarked. |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Nov 5 2010, 01:17:36 AM Post #117 |
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The Hinds hovered over the railway station, dropping soldiers and other personnel. The Vulshainian Confederate soldiers began moving through the station, frightening innocent civilians, but nothing major. In fact, the Confederate soldiers began evacuating them to safety in case shooting started, by evacuating the innocents by helicopter. Meanwhile, T-90 and T-80 tanks as well as soldiers began to form roadblocks on the roads to the city. As the soldiers began entering the city, medical personnel began treating the wounded, especially several civilians injured in a city that had become a warzone. While there were some instances of fighting between the Maxists and Confederates, many of the enemy soldiers were surrendering. The soldiers began to set up a base where the coastal defenses used to be as well as turned the railway station into another base. Polkovnik (OOC: Colonel in Russian) Borys Oleksandr was pleased at the progress the ground forces were doing. "Informed Admiral Frederick that we have begun the operation to take back the city." |
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| Todd McCloud | Nov 11 2010, 07:28:20 PM Post #118 |
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![]() Provincial Overseer Killed, Meyshevyu Surrenders Reporting from the V3 Network in Vekaiyu, Ankya Ilusi ELDURA - The rebellious pseudo-state of Meyshevyu has surrendered today in a declaration that was written only hours after the confirmed reports of the death of Enlil Volesieri, the state's former leader. Reports from the Nilisa Police Force indicated that the former provincial overseer committed suicide at around 11:30 last night. Those on the scene found a gun, a suicide note, and what remained of the overseer. In the morning, the government filed an issue of surrender to the Premier of Vekaiyu, Ikrisia Levinile. She responded positively to the decree, stating, "the body has warded off the infection. Now it's time to clean the wound." Premier Levinile also informed the public that the Vulshain armed forces will be used to police the Kunnat Province, while the Alleghenian armed forces will be used to restore order in Iruk. The two nations will slowly pull their forces from Vekaiyu until the damaged areas are stable enough to allow the Vekaiyun Military to solely oversee them. "Vekaiyu will recover," Levinile assured in a television interview earlier this morning. "My time here will be dedicated to ensuring this will never happen again. Let it be known to anyone who threatens the well-being of the state of Vekaiyu that you will be punished severely." Premier Levinile to Tour War-Torn Areas Premier Levinile will be traveling to the cities of Iruk and Nilisa with the intention of viewing the damages first-hand and offering moral support to the residents who are attempting to return to some form of normalcy. "I am not a queen," she said when asked why she was planning these trips, with each city getting one day of her attention. "I'm here for one reason and one reason only, and that's to represent and support my people. I won't pretend everything is fine in Eldura when I know other areas are suffering. I need to see with my own eyes what is going on and what needs to be done." Kivia Levinile will begin her voyage with a train ride to Iruk tomorrow. © 2010 V3 news services |
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| Free Pacific States | Nov 11 2010, 08:52:31 PM Post #119 |
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Number One Drone
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Faramount - University of Faramount Herse Auditorium "...ensure that we can defend ourselves, and the East Pacific at large, against the Pax!" The several thousand students gathered at the largest auditorium on the University of Faramount campus rose to applause as President Christopher Arctoris completed the paragraph of the speech. Stepping back from the podium, Arctoris surveyed the crowd happily, then stepped back forward as they retook their seats. "But providing a counterbalance to the Pax is not enough. If we want to be viewed as regional leaders, we need to act like regional leaders, which means helping our neighbors, not just ignoring their problems. That's why I asked the Federal Forum today to authorize a multi-million dollar aid package to Vekaiyu, a nation recently wracked by a civil war. The Vekaiyun people face a task more daunting than war -- that of reconstruction. And we're going to offer to help by providing medical personnel and medical supplies, by establishing several temporary schools for the training of new police officers, fire fighters, and medics, and by providing engineers and volunteers to help rebuild public utilities. And while the Free Pacificans that go to Vekaiyu will face a tough and dirty job, they'll demonstrate to the people of that country, and many others, that the Federated Alliance is, again, a leader in this region." Once again, the assembled students cheered, though not quite as loudly. Arctoris paid no heed to the change, which he expected. Humanitarian missions did not sell as well as military expansions -- but, then, that was why he included both in the speech. And, in fact, that was why he included even more. "We cannot pretend to be regional leaders, though, until we have our own domestic affairs in order. And we can't have our domestic affairs in order if it takes fifty pages of paperwork to hail a cab, which is why I've proposed a general reform of federal administrative procedures..." |
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| Todd McCloud | Nov 11 2010, 09:09:54 PM Post #120 |
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Planet Telox
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“We will continue to update you on the situation as it arrives to us, Kivia Levinile. I will be sure to arrive in Nilisa to review the documents left by Enlil Volesieri and confirm their validity. The existence of these concentration camps are concerning to say the least.” “See to it that you do, Lur Commodore,” Ikrisia replied over the phone. She tried to overlook the static on the other line, understanding that the Lur Commodore was probably not in a good location and was on the move, but his deep voice made the situation seem a bit surreal. “Thank you for the update.” “Of course, milady.” Ikrisia didn’t wait for him to hang up the phone, she did it on her own. Over the past few days, time seemed to fly by like a blur for the young premier. Each day had its own tests and trials, and she was getting used to making decisions without feeling like there was someone higher than her who would refute her work. Selvala was gone, and it felt good to be on the top. Good, but she knew she had only begun to stretch her arms. Secretly, however, she was still testing the waters. How far could she push things before someone pushed back? It almost became a game, but a game she was still getting used to playing. She had killed nearly two dozen of her pro-Maxist (or who she suspected were pro-Maxist) commodores and generals, used her tactics she learned from a young age to neutralize threats across the nation, and was firm with her orders. It felt good to finally do that again. Deep down, though, she was ashamed of herself for letting Selvala overpower her whenever they’d butt heads. How did that happen? Why did she just let her do what she wanted and almost be the sole cause of destruction for her nation? How shameful. How despicable. Her teeth cringed when she thought about it. She decided that she was just as guilty for allowing it happen, if not more guilty. The fact that the backwards thinking carried over to CINTEP discussions was just as alarming. Evesuni was right – she’d kill her nation if she didn’t learn fast enough. It all wasn’t good enough. How would she prove her worth to the world? It had only been a few weeks since she claimed the premier spot, and already there was a civil war to deal with. Was there weakness in that? It was almost inevitable, really. Would she be weak in how she handled those responsible? No. Never. She hated the Maxists, those who tried to tear apart her nation, and tore her from her father. They had to pay. Examples must be made. At least things were moving forward. Or were they? Her hesitation with Gordon regarding the citizen deaths she easily excused away. Sipavu Commodore Nevikalu was just getting used to combat, certainly hadn’t seen combat in over ten years judging by his record. She was in many combats and understood that there would be many civilian deaths regardless of the outcome. Even in Nilisa with the Vulshain navy had civilian casualties – of course there would be those. That explained why Gordon didn’t understand what she was talking about in the first place. Still, she needed to remain in touch with her nation. With the reports of Dveria attacking Listonia and other rumors of war reaching her large, triangular ears, things could get complicated very fast. She was aware her newness on the leadership scene would work in her detriment and, judging from what she heard and accepted from Evesuni, she had much to make up for. At least the trip to the main damaged cities would be useful. It would be nice to look upon a battlefield again, and it could get the blood boiling again. When she returned home, she had an appointment with a certain former Ikole General Xa Velikeste. It would be good to see if she could be pumped for any further information. She picked up the phone. “Hello? Yes. Contact the Free Pacific States foreign affairs department. I would like to deliver a message thanking them and their nation for their generosity with respect to the promise of aid to our nation. Yes. I will be on my cell phone. Thank you.” Ikrisia hung up the phone and stood from her chair. She grabbed her pack of cigarettes and headed out of the door to her office. |
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