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| This ain't a Warr game; No more Shadows and Firecrackers | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 5 2010, 11:03:47 PM (547 Views) | |
| Warr | Nov 5 2010, 11:03:47 PM Post #1 |
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The world is changing. There's thunder-cracks and gales; there's sunbursts and empty black skies. There's a thousand contradictions, cries for help and shouts of threats if one gets involved. The world is changing every day and there's a never ending war going on throughout it. There's no escape, and so we must make the choice: Stand in the mists of blood which what, weapon in hand, shouting for our enemy's death, or cower in a world of shadows and firecrackers, hoping like children that our enemies will leave, that they will simply be spirited away and the world set aright. Forget government But right now; this is about consolidation, no matter if it's official or not. It's about the banners of Ochre and Azul flying over every land they rightly should fly over, reminding the people of who they are [regardless of government]. If the officials won't do it, we'll do it for them. This is our story, a story of men who bleed orange and blue. This is the story of a nation coming to fruition. Of the stagnancy of the past being brushed away like so much dirt and dried blood. The banners of Ochre and Azul will be unfurled in defiance; against king and crown, against imperium and insanity. There is no choice; victory or death. Infinity or a moment. We are the Cu na Daonnachta, the wolf-hounds of humanity. And we are out for blood. Our howls will be heard like whispers in the wind, like the Bann Sidhe calling out our enemies deaths; they will be heard in between steely footsteps and rifle-fire. The time for silence is over. The battle was met at dusk; when the enemy least expected it. For whom in these modern days joins battle at dusk? At the time of the moon's raising and the sun's setting? Within the Jeneras; all the way from CarraickBeanna to Mac Lir herself; Warreic Paramilitary showed their faces. The humming war drums of short-range attack and personnel helicopters; blackhawks retrofitted for the environs of the grand Pacifician Archipelago and sent from waiting amphibious assault vehicles, they beckoned the coming of the battles which would ensue. Squads of men dressed in full modern body armor shimmied down the ropes, firing upon any who would dare to take potshots at these men taking the lands which were rightly apart of their Kingdom. Insiders and Warreic patriots turned the tide in some of the would be island nations within Warre's grasping hand; they made the take over peaceful. In others, men had be dug out with bullets and machetes, with warcries and charges. But by the time the night had firmly blanketed the land in shadow and frost; it was over. The Five Lesser Kingdoms, and the islands unfortunately enough to be in the swath of these Warreic paramilities and the normal Warreic military; they were all under the banners of Ochre and Azul; under the cloth of the hounds of the sea. There would be unrest, for a time. But the people would be safe in the hands of Warre; would be allowed their own government for their own affairs; but when the time to go to true war came; their sons and daughters would carry the banners of Ochre and Azul; as any other. It was a scene contradicting that of another place; not too far away but at the same time a world away. In Dveria, the land of the Bronze Dragon and of the ancient tribes of Dvery; an entirely different scene was going on. In the abandoned vales of those people, the forboding mechs of the Warreic army dug trench like graves; hundreds of corpses dropping into the Dverian dirt; like thousands of others. But unlike those thousands of others, there would not be any more Dverians to join them in time. They were the last of their nation; the ones of their nation who refused to assimilate and to become what they were destined to be. Better, more worthy of fame and life. Warreic. The peoples which populated the cities which had been Dverian once; they were Warreic; by birth or by choice. And this was the necessary thing in the coming times; for the Dragon was dead. And soon enough; if the cards were played right... so would the fox and her brood. In the south; by the river Kendrick; fortifications were being finished. They had looked like simple municipal projects for the nearest town; at first. But now they looked like something else. They were a fountain for the crows and vultures of the land to feast from in time; though dry now. A fortress to rival the greatest trenches built by mankind [and thereby to surpass any built by animid kind.] Artillery were being put in place like swords into scabbards, as snipers and lookouts, as machine gunners and grenaders all lay in wait. There would be war, and it would be like none the Vulpines had seen. The time for hesitance was over; and the missile heading towards the atmosphere, to turn in trajectory and in all hopes hit the middle of the border between Listonia and Vekaiyu, followed by a quad of its siblings headed for other targets within the Vulpine nations. These missles; if the originator was found out; they would be called war crimes at best. For they were not nuclear, no; they were worse. 'Reapers', as the Warreic had jokingly dubbed them. Biological warheads filled to the tee with the virus which had wiped Dveria from the face of the earth. The mass of this cloud would engulf thirty miles from the initial gas infections alone. The streets would run with orange and blue; blood and brain matter; soon. The time for Warr games were over. This ain't a Warr game. Ain't no more Shadows and Firecrackers. |
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| Todd McCloud | Nov 7 2010, 04:06:33 PM Post #2 |
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Planet Telox
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Kuveli Missile Defense Command Center, Listonia The room was abuzz. Finally, finally there had been action. But it was action of the worst kind. Computers processed data immediately coming in from the path of the missile, calculating a trajectory and a time of impact. Various alarms were going off and being shut down for better communication. Runners were going from station to station to ensure everything was being communicated properly. Even technicians were placed on alert to ensure the process would be carried out in the event of faulty equipment. Amidst the papers, books, and coffee cups, those on the floor were admittedly nervous, and the situation looked like chaos. But this has been something they had been preparing for ever since Listonia accepted nuclear and biological weapons into their fold. “One at a time, people! One at a time!” A human dressed in a white business shirt and tie stood in front of a large computer screen that tracked the path of the missile with fairly good accuracy. Conversations started to die down, but the man barely waited for that to happen. “We’re getting from SD that this missile is computer guided and a report from TD&C that this missile appears to have been launched from somewhere in Dveria. This is not a drill!” He pointed a finger over at a vulpine male on the phone. “I want a decision from Comrade Evesuni on the double!” “He says Gulf of Itur sir! Coordinates unimportant, but keep it away from national waters!” “SDC, did you get that?!” “Re-routing immediately, comrade!" He typed in a code with a backdoor signature to give the former user the appearance of a computer malfunction. "Codex C4-54 has been initiated! Suvej 1 is...” He paused as the large tracking screen in the front of the room went from red to blue. “Connection established! Suvej 1 checks in!” A collective sigh of relief was enjoyed by all as others continued to type away at their computers. “SAM site codes are operational, sir…” a vulpine female informed as she held an earpiece to her left ear. “Awaiting the code confirmation by Premier Levinile.” “Diagnostic on the trajectory, TD&C?” the human standing in front asked. “Controls overridden… moving missile due west. Estimated area of impact is… 55-45’77’’, 120-23’00’’.” A new coordinate appeared on the overhead map, roughly north of center between the nations of Dveria, Vekaiyu, Listonia, Raedion-Lucari, and Veerilion’s free port. “Codes clear!” The vulpine female from before announced. The map suddenly began to sparkle with pinpoints of light located on the Listonian and Vekaiyun maps. “Comrade Evesuni says no retaliation! Hold all fire! Hold all fire!” The human rocked on the balls of his heels as people were still moving across the room. “Comrade Evesuni does have a point. This may be a misfire by the Dverian government.” “No sir! He does not feel this is a mistake!” He shook his head as he took off his glasses and cleaned them with a cloth located in his pocket. “Well then this is going to be a fun ride.” “St. Iliveri Missile Command has calculated the planned-at-launch detonation area to be a two-square mile location near the Vekaiyun-Listonian border!” “Splashdown!” Everyone watched as the tracking screen blanked out, informing all occupants that the missile had landed in the ocean. Data was still fed into the screen indicating the missile conditions as it reduced speed and presumably began to sink to the bottom of the gulf. A new tick mark appeared on the map screen next to the x, correcting the estimation by a few miles. A cacophony of noises, from cheers to sighs of relief, filled the windowless room. “Good work! That’s why we have this program in place!” He walked up to a person in the first row on the left. “And you sir are a fantastically honorable missile man!” He patted an aging, relatively portly human on the back as others stood up and did the same. He smiled as he took off his headset and moved his hand through his thinning scalp. Detecting the missile was always the most important job in the program. “But we aren’t out of the woods yet. Be on the lookout for anything that comes through to the Suvej Spotlight. I want more communication between Vekaiyu’s missile command too – that was too close of a call!” He returned to his spot in the center of the front of the room. “But for now, we wait. We did our job, now it’s up to Comrades Evesuni and Levinile to sort things out diplomatically.” ((OOC: some notes: - TD&C = trajectory direction and control - SD = Suvej Detection - SDC = Suvej Direct Control)) |
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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 | Nov 7 2010, 04:43:44 PM Post #3 |
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Planet Telox
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Evesuni sat from behind his desk, cameras pointed at his face. His office was clean, the walls lined with jaku wooden motifs and bookshelves filled with books and various knick-knacks just off camera. His desk had a leather covering over the top, hiding the intricate carvings so important to a Voxian Catholic. To draw attention away from it, he folded his hands over the desk and moved his eyes to face the camera. He thought about adjusting his translating device once more, but decided against it. “Good evening, men and women of the world. Today Listonian defense detected a missile heading from the north moving due south. The missile was calculated to have been launched from Dveria. It entered Listonian air space, then abruptly headed east and landed in the Gulf of Itur in international waters. Listonia considers the infraction a provocation and a violation of her airspace.” “Roughly one year ago, nations of The East Pacific fought to give us independence from Dveria and Sevropia. It was a highly-contested battle which unfortunately led to the deaths of many people from many different nations. Listonia has no desire for war. We are not interested in targeting or being targeted by other nations. If we feel threatened, we will attack. I have however decided against escalation. I instead beseech other nations to affirm their support and pledge to defend the Listonian state from any adverse escalation. Doing so will preserve the breadbasket that is our nation, but also preserve the peace we have enjoyed on an international level. I also express my desire to meet with the government of Dveria and Warre to get to the bottom of this provocation.” “Listonia fought hard for their independence. We will stand up against provocations. Thank you, and good night.” Evesuni blinked his eyes as the camera went out. -- Later on, Evesuni went to work on writing emails as his foreign affairs department started lining up their posts anticipating communication from other nations. Before he was contacting his chain of military command to ensure everything was on alert in case any extra activity was found during the night. Now he was working his way into foreign territory.
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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 7 2010, 09:35:15 PM Post #4 |
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The Boll Weevel
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Alisi Administrative Division, Bythianas District of Kitsuniva, Headquarters of the Confederate Strategic Rocket Forces (CSRF) The headquarters of the Confederate Strategic Rocket Forces was a building designed and equipped with extremely advanced and sophiscated radar and satellite technologies. The CSRF HQ was built to control, maintain, and monitor Vulshain's land-based ICBMs, as well as function as the nation's strategic deterrence branch of the military, specifically the advanced Motjinti Anti-Missile Defense System, designed to take down even multiple warhead weapons. Suddenly, a tall, skinny human radar officer saw something blink on his monitor. The small black dot suddenly became a red skull. The symbol was over Dveria. The red skull symbolized a missile launch. The officer's eyes widened as he yelled into his headset while flipping a red switch, "Code Red-1A! I repeat, we have a Code Red-1A!" Sirens flooded the monitor room. While the personnel sprung into action, sending out orders for the Shooting Star Confederate Naval Fleet and all air bases and coastal defenses to go to ICDL* (Immediate Combat Defense Level) #3 and be prepared for sudden Ascension*, the sirens were giving the head of the CSRF, General-Major Jiesama Manond, a headache. She was a tall, black and golden furred Lobo with an amazonian and voluptuous built. Wearing the black and green CSRF uniform along with the maroon scarf worn by all CSRF officers, she blinked her golden eyes as she took in the situation. "In the name of the Den Mother, I want a status report, now!" The human radar officer turned in his chair as he gave General-Major Manond the traditional two-fingered salute of the Vulshainian military before he answered. "Senior Praporshchik* Longin Boles³aw, reporting General-Major Manond! We detected a missile launch from Dveria several minutes ago! All bases and defenses have been placed at ICDL #3 and are ready in case of Ascension crisis!" "Missile launch!? What the hell is the missile!?" "Not sure--wait, DIEIS database records show a match! Oh shit! It's a biological warhead!" Everyone's eyes widened and their jaws hung open. Quickly snapping her jaw shut, the General-Major barked orders. "Don't just stand there wide-eyed and jaw-opened! Get your tail-asses in high gear! MOVE!" The personnel shouted, "YES, MA'AM," as they quickly went into action. These men and women, Vulpines, Lobos, Humans, regardless of gender, age, or species they knew they were Vulshainians first and that their nation maybe in danger. "Phone the Rhombus and tell Minister of Defence Frankyo Getenya what is going on, now!" A dark skinned man picked up a cyan-colored phone and contacted the Ministry of Defense. ------------------------------------------------- Alisi Administrative Division, Senzennaea District of Kitsuniva, Rhombus The Rhombus was built in the shape of a diamond, or a rhombus if you want to get technical about it, and was home of the Ministry of Defense. It was heavily guarded to prevent intruders and spies from getting in. Right now, the guard detail skyrocketed as the news reached the Minister of Defense. Picking up the ringing cyan-colored phone, Minister Getenya answered with quick question: "I want to know what the hell is going on?" The radar officer immediately told him what was going on. "Damn," Getenya said as he scratched his ear. "Monitor the situation, and get ready in case of Ascension!" --------------------------------------------------- The officer nodded. "Minister Getenya wants us to the monitor the situation and prepare for Ascension!" Nodding, General-Major Manond watched as the flashing red skull began to move...towards the Listonian and Vekaiyun border! "God Almighty! It's...it's!" "Calm down, soldier. Inform Admiral Gerard Richard Frederick of the Southern Fleet to prepare for immediate Missile Killer Directives*! Tell him to start getting ready in case of a major bioweapon crisis!" "Yes, ma'am," a Vulpine vixen officer said as she quickly contacted the Southern Fleet. "General-Major Manond! The missile...It's changing course!" Jiesama looked at the large monitor as the red skull safely splashed down in the Gulf of Itur. Everyone sighed. "Ma'am, permission to lower--" "Denied. Keep the Confederate Forces at ICDL #3 just in case, but tell them that Ascension has been averted, but be prepared just as a precaution." "Yes, Ma'am!" Jiesama sighed as she thanked how lucky stars. The Vulpine officer turned and asked, "General-Major Manond, the Southern Fleet wants to know if they should--" Cutting her off, Jiesama replied, "Tell Admiral Frederick to keep his pilots, sailors, and troops ready just in case of another missile crisis." Jiesama sighed as she left the Monitor Room, leaving the situation to return home. She was tired. Her head was pounding. She was about to dial her boyfriend when her eyes widened. Her jaw fell open as her tail went between her legs. It was her boyfriend, Fred August Hood, flirting with another woman. Jiesama felt like throwing up. She began to tremble as she turned away from the scene. "That two-timing, jerk! How could he!? Fuck him! If he wants to cheat on me, fine!" She got in her car and drove back to her apartment, fighting back the tears as she raced up to her apartment. She reached the bathroom just in time. ---------------------------------------------------- Alisi Administrative Division, Kallenr District of Kitsuniva The Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Relations Building was a 102 meter, 20 story skyscraper. It was also the home of the office of Eszter Melisa Cantu, Minister of Foreign Affairs and Relations. On top of having to deal with a situation in Rykkovaa, she now had this. She quickly sent a message to the leader of Warre.
OOC: ICDL (Immediate Combat Defense Level): This is similar to the United States' Defcon System. Ascension: This is basically when the ICDL skips a number. So, in this case, the ICDL would jump from #3 to #1, meaning all heck has broken loose. ICDL #1, by the way, has only been used once, during the Vulshainian Civil War seven years ago. Praporshchik: This is the Russian equivalent to Warrant Officer. Missile Killer Directives: This is basically orders to take down WMDs. |
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| Warr | Nov 8 2010, 05:01:33 PM Post #5 |
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Dveria sends all twenty remaining missles it has skyward, boomboomblam. They're hacker-proof, just like the other ones were, but no magic hacking will stop these. You'll need actual anti-ballistic missles. OOC: No point in writing a real roleplay post if you're going to lulz dios-mod again. You can't have hacked the missles as you say. |
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| Free Pacific States | Nov 8 2010, 06:06:24 PM Post #6 |
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Number One Drone
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OOC: I ceased to be RP Administrator ages ago but let me suggest that no one post on this for the moment. This is a conversation for the OOC forum not this forum. |
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| Todd McCloud | Nov 9 2010, 01:16:41 AM Post #7 |
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Planet Telox
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((OOC: Let's try that again.)) Kuveli Missile Defense Command Center, Listonia The room was abuzz. Finally, finally there had been action. But it was action of the worst kind. Computers processed data immediately coming in from the path of the missile, calculating a trajectory and a time of impact. Various alarms were going off and being shut down for better communication. Runners were going from station to station to ensure everything was being communicated properly. Even technicians were placed on alert to ensure the process would be carried out in the event of faulty equipment. Amidst the papers, books, and coffee cups, those on the floor were admittedly nervous, and the situation looked like chaos. But this has been something they had been preparing for ever since Listonia accepted nuclear and biological weapons into their fold. “One at a time, people! One at a time!” A human dressed in a white business shirt and tie stood in front of a large computer screen that tracked the path of the missile with fairly good accuracy. Conversations started to die down, but the man barely waited for that to happen. “We've got from radar the appearance of five signatures! I want five NCADE missiles to be launched into the atmosphere on the double in an attempt to dissuade these missiles. It'll be like trying to shoot a bullet with a bullet. Identification, has there been a match on the type of missiles?" ”Negatory! They are moderate to heavy, slow traveling, but with a sharp parabolic trajectory. They are slowly losing speed and will be moving into the impact zone!" "Missiles have crossed into Listonian airspace from Dveria!" "Alright," the human in the front of the room replied. "We don't have much of a choice here. We're going to have to fire the NCADEs. Launch, send up five antiballistics and ensure they engage with the foreign bodies immediately!" A vulpine female in the front of the room typed in a bunch of commands. "Five antiballistics from Relusi are undergoing launch." She paused. "They are away! Repeat, they are away!" Everyone in the room held their breath. Only a crude two-dimensional tracking image showed the flight paths of the five antiballistics heading for the secondary tracked paths of the invading warheads designated by x's. “Diagnostic on the trajectory, TD&C?” the human standing in front asked. "Everything is looking fine, comrade," a human female replied. "Seven seconds until impact!" The room fell silent as the respective paths of the NCADEs began to hone in on their anticipated targets. Soon the screen flashed as some of the x's disappeared, indicating a positive hit and the destruction of the missile. Only two remained, but it was clear from their new paths that the antiballistics had at least changed their trajectory. "Recalculate! Recalculate!" “St. Iliveri Missile Command in Vekaiyu is reporting they are operational and ready in case of a misfire!” a vulpine female informed as she held an earpiece to her left ear. “Awaiting the code confirmation by Premier Levinile for secondary SAM sites.” She paused. “Codes clear!” The map suddenly began to sparkle with pinpoints of light located on the Listonian and Vekaiyun maps. "One missile appears to be heading for the Gulf of Iruk! The other... new path calculated at 50 miles east of Relusi!" New coordinates appeared on the overhead map. " "Launch another antiballistic at the missile expected to land near Relusi!" "Sir!" the vulpine female from before affirmed. "It is away!" Again another path ascended towards the rapidly descending path of the ballistic missile. Engagement was much sooner than before, however, but the missile again managed to avert the predator, and instead changed its path once more. "Vekaiyu is asking to help!" "Recalculating impact!" "Too late! It cannot be averted!" The new path suggested an impact near the southeaster border of Listonia and Elephana. The human dictating commands in the front of the room shook his head. "We will need a report on that pronto. I can only imagine-" "Missile four has hit the sea! Repeat, it has hit the sea!" Everyone looked up at the tracking screen as it blanked out, informing all occupants that the final missile had landed in the ocean. Data was still fed into the screen indicating the missile conditions as it reduced speed and presumably began to sink to the bottom of the gulf. A new tick mark appeared on the map screen next to the x, correcting the estimation by a few miles. Another tic mark was displayed on the border of Listonia and Elephana. The silence in the room was deafening. “Get a report of the situation," the man in the white shirt said as he cleaned his glasses off with a cloth from his pocket. "We did what we could, comrades. Inform Comrade Evesuni to prepare for the worst. Give the coordinates to the command of Army Group East. They will need to be there to maintain order in the area." |
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| SCKnightVulshain | Nov 9 2010, 01:57:09 AM Post #8 |
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The Boll Weevel
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Alisi Administrative Division, Bythianas District of Kitsuniva, Headquarters of the Confederate Strategic Rocket Forces (CSRF) The headquarters of the Confederate Strategic Rocket Forces was a building designed and equipped with extremely advanced and sophiscated radar and satellite technologies. The CSRF HQ was built to control, maintain, and monitor Vulshain's land-based ICBMs, as well as function as the nation's strategic deterrence branch of the military, specifically the advanced Motjinti Anti-Missile Defense System, designed to take down even multiple warhead weapons. Suddenly, a tall, skinny human radar officer saw something blink on his monitor. The small black dot suddenly became a red skull. The symbol was over Dveria. The red skull symbolized a missile launch. The officer's eyes widened as he yelled into his headset while flipping a red switch, "Code Red-1A! I repeat, we have a Code Red-1A!" Sirens flooded the monitor room. While the personnel sprung into action, sending out orders for the Shooting Star Confederate Naval Fleet and all air bases and coastal defenses to go to ICDL* (Immediate Combat Defense Level) #3 and be prepared for sudden Ascension*, the sirens were giving the head of the CSRF, General-Major Jiesama Manond, a headache. She was a tall, black and golden furred Lobo with an amazonian and voluptuous built. Wearing the black and green CSRF uniform along with the maroon scarf worn by all CSRF officers, she blinked her golden eyes as she took in the situation. "In the name of the Den Mother, I want a status report, now!" The human radar officer turned in his chair as he gave General-Major Manond the traditional two-fingered salute of the Vulshainian military before he answered. "Senior Praporshchik* Longin Boles³aw, reporting General-Major Manond! We detected a missile launch from Dveria several minutes ago! All bases and defenses have been placed at ICDL #3 and are ready in case of Ascension crisis!" "Missile launch!?" The room fell into shock as everyone's eyes widened and their jaws hung open. Quickly snapping her jaw shut, the General-Major barked orders. "Don't just stand there wide-eyed and jaw-opened! Get your tail-asses in high gear! MOVE!" The personnel shouted, "YES, MA'AM," as they quickly went into action. These men and women, Vulpines, Lobos, Humans, regardless of gender, age, or species they knew they were Vulshainians first and that their nation maybe in danger. "Phone the Rhombus and tell Minister of Defence Frankyo Getenya what is going on, now!" A dark skinned man picked up a cyan-colored phone and contacted the Ministry of Defense. ------------------------------------------------- Alisi Administrative Division, Senzennaea District of Kitsuniva, Rhombus The Rhombus was built in the shape of a diamond, or a rhombus if you want to get technical about it, and was home of the Ministry of Defense. It was heavily guarded to prevent intruders and spies from getting in. Right now, the guard detail skyrocketed as the news reached the Minister of Defense. Picking up the ringing cyan-colored phone, Minister Getenya answered with quick question: "I want to know what the hell is going on?" The radar officer immediately told him what was going on. "Damn," Getenya said as he scratched his ear. "Monitor the situation, and get ready in case of Ascension!" --------------------------------------------------- The officer nodded. "Minister Getenya wants us to the monitor the situation and prepare for Ascension!" Nodding, General-Major Manond watched as the flashing red skull began to move...towards the Listonian and Vekaiyun border! "God Almighty! It's...it's!" "Calm down, soldier. Inform Admiral Gerard Richard Frederick of the Southern Fleet to prepare for immediate Missile Killer Directives*! Tell him to start getting ready in case of a major bioweapon crisis!" "Yes, ma'am," a Vulpine vixen officer said as she quickly contacted the Southern Fleet. "General-Major Manond! The missile...It's changing course!" "The Listonians must have knocked it off course," Jiesama thought as she looked at the large monitor as the red skull safely splashed down in the Gulf of Itur. Everyone sighed. "Ma'am, permission to lower--" "Denied. Keep the Confederate Forces at ICDL #3 just in case, but tell them that Ascension has been averted, but be prepared just as a precaution." "Yes, Ma'am!" Jiesama sighed as she thanked how lucky stars. The Vulpine officer turned and asked, "General-Major Manond, the Southern Fleet wants to know if they should--" Cutting her off, Jiesama replied, "Tell Admiral Frederick to keep his pilots, sailors, and troops ready just in case of another missile crisis." Just then, several more red skulls appeared. "Oh shit," Jiesama said as she growled. "Tell the Southern Fleet to get into high gear!" "Ma'am they can't! Most of the fighters are busy fighting the Maxists! They'll never get there in time!" "Double shit!" "Ma'am one of the missiles has hit its target! The rest have been destroyed, probably by the Listonians." The area that the sole missile struck turn from a healthy green color to a sickly blood red color, with the red skull having turned to a sinister black color. "Triple shit! Get relief aid and all available medical volunteers to their wearing HAZMAT Suits and equipped with Nanohealers*! I want an update on the bloody hell missile! NOW!" "General-Major Manond, radar and satellite report that the missile hit southeastern border of Listonia and Elephana." Jiesama sighed as she left the Monitor Room, leaving the situation to return home. She was tired. Her head was pounding. She was about to dial her boyfriend when her eyes widened. Her jaw fell open as her tail went between her legs. It was her boyfriend, Fred August Hood, flirting with another woman. Jiesama felt like throwing up. She began to tremble as she turned away from the scene. "That two-timing, jerk! How could he!? Fuck him! If he wants to cheat on me, fine!" She got in her car and drove back to her apartment, fighting back the tears as she raced up to her apartment. She reached the bathroom just in time. ---------------------------------------------------- Alisi Administrative Division, Kallenr District of Kitsuniva The Ministry of Foreign Affairs and Relations Building was a 102 meter, 20 story skyscraper. It was also the home of the office of Eszter Melisa Cantu, Minister of Foreign Affairs and Relations. On top of having to deal with a situation in Rykkovaa, she now had this. She quickly sent a message to the leader of Listonia.
OOC: ICDL (Immediate Combat Defense Level): This is similar to the United States' Defcon System. Ascension: This is basically when the ICDL skips a number. So, in this case, the ICDL would jump from #3 to #1, meaning all heck has broken loose. ICDL #1, by the way, has only been used once, during the Vulshainian Civil War seven years ago. Praporshchik: This is the Russian equivalent to Warrant Officer. Missile Killer Directives: This is basically orders to take down WMDs. Nanohealers: Specially designed nanobots made to deal with biological and chemical weapons and disasters. However, they are not instant healing tech. They only slow down the damage such weapons have on the body, but they can fix the damage if applied in time. They can cure a lot of diseases, but those types of nanohealers are still in the testing phase, and so I won't be able to send those to Listonia. |
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| Todd McCloud | Nov 14 2010, 07:15:59 PM Post #9 |
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Eastern Army Group Headquarters, Relusi “This is Field Marshal Eveno Rouygen, come in.” The field marshal looked up at the television screen as it blipped and finally came into viewing. The static quickly subsided and focused on an apparently scared human commander, sitting outside of his tank as his men went to work on the broken-down machine. He adjusted his green Listonian fatigues and removed his helmet. The motion was fairly subtle, but the man’s sweatband already wet and dripping off to the corner of his face. Unusual for a November evening. He moved forward to adjust the camera as unusual sounds and explosions could be heard behind the tank. Why he decided on using the tank as a backdrop was anyone’s guess, but perhaps he was using it as cover. A knotty hand made its way into the field of view entirely before he pulled it back from the lens. “Field Marshal Rouygen! This bomb… it… it…” “It what?” “It isn’t a conventional bomb sir! There weren’t any mass explosions or nuclear blasts! No deadly chemicals! Just a smoke! A volatile smoke that… well…” “Explain yourself!” the field marshal said with a hint of anxiousness in his voice. “I can barely explain it, sir! We moved into position as was dictated by your orders, and we’re moving forward, but we’ve hit a snag… we…” He stopped as he reached over to the camera and pointed it to his left. The real-time footage captured what appeared to be a brazen and mad elephene charging at a two soldiers who were shooting at it frantically in what remained of the Listonian wheat field post-harvest. The beast was finally brought down after at least a dozen shots, but it allowed another one charging from the side to buck its head and drive its tusks deep into the two men, sending one flying high into the air while the other remain gouged on the deadly horn. Gunfire coming from the soldier providing the footage rang out, cancelling out all sound and striking the creature. It didn’t seem to care, however, as it gripped the obstructing cadaver and tore it downwards, allowing its tusk to slice the body in half from the stomach to the shoulder blade, the bloody clavicle hanging from the vulpine soldier’s arm in a collection of sinews and tissues. The elephene then began to charge, but not for long as it finally bowed to the raining bullets upon it. The camera re-focused back to the soldier. “They’re unnatural, sir! These aren’t ordinary elephenes, they’re different! And it’s not just them. It seems everyone in this area is affected by this… affliction! What the heck is this stuff, sir?” “I know what it is,” he muttered, remembering the Dverian government’s choice of chemicals from the war of independence. “Redouble your efforts! I am sending in more divisions to back you up. Make certain nothing gets through!” “Yes sir!” he then turned to his left again and began to fire. After a while, he started to scream in anger as another elephene approach and swung its body around to deck the man in the chops. A great swing of its trunk struck the tripod, turning the screen to static once again. The field marshal gripped the phone in front of him with white knuckles as the command center status window lit up with active divisions. “Inform all western divisions to move forward! Override Field Marhsal Keseri if you have to – let Evesuni know this is urgent! Don’t fuck up!” |
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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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| Free Pacific States | Nov 17 2010, 06:03:53 PM Post #10 |
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Number One Drone
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"I'm not sure you understand the complexity of the situation, sir," the Free Pacifican Intelligence Agency Director stated. "Dveria attacked Listonia and Vekaiyu using missile-based biochemical weapons of mass destruction without any warning. The Listonians and Vekaiyuns, thankfully, took out most of the things. But one hit its target, or at least a target, and its payload is now wreaking havoc." Chris Arctoris took a breath. "Am I missing anything?" "Well, a bit of background, Mister President," the FPIA Director replied, "but other than that...no." Arctoris laughed. "I may not be great with the diplomatic subtleties, guys, but I'm pretty good when it comes to armed conflict. Let's not forget that I've fought myself." He took a breath. "Alright. I think our course of action here is simple." "Really?" The FPIA Director asked. The President nodded. "Yes. Henrik Kroidrik may have been hesitant to act but I am not. Issue a message immediately, condemning the strike, and offering condolences to the people of Listonia. Then get someone in contact with the Listonians -- offer them humanitarian aid and peacekeepers, if necessary. And issue travel alerts for all three nations -- assuming there wasn't already one for Vekaiyu." "Yes, sir." |
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| Todd McCloud | Nov 17 2010, 09:02:58 PM Post #11 |
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“Premier Evesuni?" “Enter.” A aged vulpine dressed in full military uniform, complete with polished black shoes, sepia-colored uniform decked out with a standard showing the campaigns he had served in with PIL, and a spotless collar displaying his ranking as a field marshal. He stepped forward and stopped himself from running a hand through his hair, which was kept nice and parted down the center. “Field Marshal Eveno Rouygen present.” He gave a deliberate nod. “Premier Evesuni, I am requesting more divisions be moved to the eastern front.” Evesuni looked up from his laptop and leaned forward in his chair as he folded his hands in front of him. “It’s that bad, hm?” “This chemical is odd, sir. It makes those infected much more physically strong and more aggressive. Much more aggressive. Most other species aren’t giving us much of a problem, but we’re having trouble stopping the elephenes from getting passed our lines. Without sufficient support, there is a good chance they could break through and move into the heart of Listonia.” “I see.” He brought up a map showing the current placement of the Listonian divisions. “I could move the first and the third Listonian infantry divisions over from the Vekaiyun border.” “We need armored corps divisions, sir. Well, actually what we need are better tanks. Things would be much easier with new Vekaiyun tech.” “Don’t give me excuses,” Evesuni snapped. “You were put in this position because of your ability to strategize, Rouygen. I’m not a feel-good man. If I feel someone else would do better in your shoes, I’ll find a new field marshal. Now, I will send over the first infantry division along with the fifth armored corps division. That is very generous of me to a field marshal who cannot handle a few elephenes.” He arched an eyebrow as he leaned back in his chair. “The next time you come to my office like a sniveling schoolboy I’ll be more prepared to replace you.” “Yes sir.” “This is your job, field marshal. Listonia may have been built by men like you and me, but if you can’t defend it, you’re gone. Now, go. Secure the eastern lines, and remain in contact with the north and south field marshals in case any further attacks happen. Dismissed.” Rouygens flashed a scowl at Evesuni as he stepped out, which prompted no response from him. “Yes sir,” he replied again. |
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