Front Line (Open All Techs except FT, Attn Imeriata)

by **Rupudska** » Tue Apr 12, 2011 2:44 pm

OOC: Though many locations exist IRL, the nations do not, and this is IC for my nation.

Dar-Es-Salaam

It was almost funny how easily the capital of the Tanzanian colony had fallen. In just over 48 hours, non-human militants had seized the capital in three stages: First, they cut off power and therefore communication to the military and police bases, leaving all but those pesky Joint Strike Wing Witches defenseless. Secondly, they shelled the city from the bay. And lastly, they executed the governor of the colony, along with several humans whom they deemed had been oppressive. It was ridiculous. But, then, Karlsland's king payed little attention to the plight of that specific colony. He hadn't listened when non-human resentment had begun to brew there, he hadn't cared when they started to amass funds for what was clearly a coming war. No, to him, Tanzania was nothing more than a giant resort. This would make him listen. This would make him pay for ignoring them.

by **Imeriata** » Tue Apr 12, 2011 4:21 pm

The absolute royal federation, Imeriata proper, Imerbürg, the royal palace

"This is an outrage!" A man cried as the list of the executed noblemen were read out aloud and voices of agreement were raised as the herald finally stopped and the court were well aware of the men that had without reason been executed by some damned mob of the inferiors.
"My royal highness!" the man said as he turned towards the king that looked down on the room as coldly and angrily as the rest of the court displayed towards the herald as if it was his fault.

"I do suggest that we simply issue a ultimatum to the rebels and then push them out of the way if they do not agree to our terms so do we move in, If Rupudska does object so are they our enemies as well as they have clearly showed to be unable to protect our interests and our subjects in this issue!" The man said as the room turned towards the king, sure there were counter agreements told, but they were quickly shoot down by most members in the room, after all federal subjects had been killed and those responsible should learn the price of that.

"Baron!" the king began as his voice filled the room in a unnatural manner thanks to the enchantments that had been put on the silver throne over the years "We are in agreement and you do have our permission to do as you wish!" he said as a cheer rose over the room as it would seem as if they would once again face an enemy on the field of glory.

Official communiqué from the absolute royal federation of Imeriata and her realms

From: Lord Edward auf stjärnhelm speaker of the Royal Foreign relation advisory.
To: Whomever is concerned
Regarding: Demand of surrender.
Encrypted: NO

It have come to the federations attention that you and the rest of your kind have in some strange barbaric action risen up against your true human masters and even worse killed non-humans in cold blood, this is something the federation cannot stand and as a result are we forced to demand that you in the name of his royal Highness Oskar rex Caesar II by the grace of the gods high king of the absolute royal federation, the descendant of the first Imerian high kings especially and foremost Emanuel the first, the carrier of the royal sword first carried by the demigod Belrion son of Bel, the protector of the federal crown jewels and patriarch of the noble house auf stjänkhrone and protector of the free city states of al-Jzr al-Khḑrā as well as defender of Hungary and her regions and the realms as king of Imeriata, Vedian, Erathia, Northern Taranakan and Andervel, but also the righteous and lawful king of New felandia and the duke of Sydvinland, Northern Venezue, Sthalinge and Salywa, The Shah of the crown states of al-Jzr al-Khḑrā and the Padishah of all of al-Jzr al-Khḑrā, The lord regent of the colony of Nova Imeriata, Imerian Africa, Angland and of the two peninsulas of Tvaude and lastly Jarl of the free city of Rickasborg and Salywa also by the right of his birth high marshal of the royal guard and the absolute royal federation of Imeriata and her realms lay down your arms and subject yourselves to federal rule and order until a proper agreement over the future of your colony can be established with your masters, unless our just demands are meet so will the federation be forced to ensure that our demands are meet under force.

Signed and approved by: His royal Highness Oskar rex Caesar II by the grace of the gods high king of the absolute royal federation, the descendant of the first Imerian high kings especially and foremost Emanuel the first, the carrier of the royal sword first carried by the demigod Belrion son of Bel, the protector of the federal crown jewels and patriarch of the noble house auf stjänkhrone and protector of the free city states of al-Jzr al-Khḑrā as well as defender of Hungary and her regions and the realms as king of Imeriata, Vedian, Erathia, Northern Taranakan and Andervel, but also the righteous and lawful king of New felandia and the duke of Sydvinland, Northern Venezue, Sthalinge and Salywa, The Shah of the crown states of al-Jzr al-Khḑrā and the Padishah of all of al-Jzr al-Khḑrā, The lord regent of the colony of Nova Imeriata, Imerian Africa, Angland and of the two peninsulas of Tvaude and lastly Jarl of the free city of Rickasborg and Salywa also by the right of his birth high marshal of the royal guard

by **Rupudska** » Tue Apr 12, 2011 4:47 pm

Imeriata wrote:
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Official communiqué from the absolute royal federation of Imeriata and her realms

From: Lord Edward auf stjärnhelm speaker of the Royal Foreign relation advisory.
To: Whomever is concerned
Regarding: Demand of surrender.
Encrypted: NO

It have come to the federations attention that you and the rest of your kind have in some strange barbaric action risen up against your true human masters and even worse killed non-humans in cold blood, this is something the federation cannot stand and as a result are we forced to demand that you in the name of his royal Highness Oskar rex Caesar II by the grace of the gods high king of the absolute royal federation, the descendant of the first Imerian high kings especially and foremost Emanuel the first, the carrier of the royal sword first carried by the demigod Belrion son of Bel, the protector of the federal crown jewels and patriarch of the noble house auf stjänkhrone and protector of the free city states of al-Jzr al-Khḑrā as well as defender of Hungary and her regions and the realms as king of Imeriata, Vedian, Erathia, Northern Taranakan and Andervel, but also the righteous and lawful king of New felandia and the duke of Sydvinland, Northern Venezue, Sthalinge and Salywa, The Shah of the crown states of al-Jzr al-Khḑrā and the Padishah of all of al-Jzr al-Khḑrā, The lord regent of the colony of Nova Imeriata, Imerian Africa, Angland and of the two peninsulas of Tvaude and lastly Jarl of the free city of Rickasborg and Salywa also by the right of his birth high marshal of the royal guard and the absolute royal federation of Imeriata and her realms lay down your arms and subject yourselves to federal rule and order until a proper agreement over the future of your colony can be established with your masters, unless our just demands are meet so will the federation be forced to ensure that our demands are meet under force.

Sudentor, NRK

The message from Imeriata was intercepted twice. The first time, it was by an Imperial Radio Tower, the second was by a ship owned by the rebels. It was late at night when the message reached Emperor Fredderick VI, and he raised his hand for silence. The Prime Minister, Erica Bachmeier, read the message as well. The king was merely annoyed, but Prime Minister Erica was furious. Due to the lack of communications, this was the first either of them had heard of the coup. Erica had suspected that Tanzania had long boiled over, and had asked His Majesty to deal with it many times before. This was bittersweet revenge. "Well, is the message clear for you now, Your Majesty? Now that we've got Imerians breathing down our backs, we have no choice but to act, and act now." The king nodded solemnly. "We have waited long enough for Tanzania to either erupt or collapse from the weight of their own foolishness." A few minutes later, he drafted two telegrams, the first was an ultimatum of similar wording as that sent by the Imerians, the second was to Imeriata proper.

TO: The Absolute Royal Federation of Imeriata
FROM: Emperor Frederick Victor Albrecht von Preußen
SUBJECT: Coup d'etat in Tanzania
ENCRYPTION LEVEL: None

The Neue Reich of Karlsland admits that it has been slow to act in the colony of Tanzania. We do not rate a being's superiority or inferiority in the same way as you of Imeriata do, but we can both agree that these rebels must be stopped. As you receive this message, our own message of surrender will have reached Dar-Es-Salaam, and our own troops will be preparing to invade.

Signed
His Supreme Excellency Frederick Viktor Albrecht von Preußen, by the Unquestionable Will of God the Emperor of the Neue Karlsik Reich of Karlsland and All Kingdoms and Territories contained within, Son of Emperor Frederick V.
Her Royal Majesty Maria Albrecht von Preußen the Empress of the Neue Karlsik Reich of Karlsland and All Kingdoms and Territories contained within.

Dar-Es-Salaam

As the messages demanding surrender were read out loud, everyone in the halls laughed. The inferior human swine could send whatever they wanted, so long as they had the Marko Raimus, they were invincible.

by **Arkania 5** » Tue Apr 12, 2011 5:29 pm

OOC: All...tech? Really?

EPIK TAG

by **Imeriata** » Tue Apr 12, 2011 6:39 pm

Imerbürg

"my royal highness so far have no reply come from the rebels in question even if their government have sent a reply!" the messenger said as the high king sighed and turned away from the window that offered him such a nice view of the royal park where some Pages and older noblemen had withdrawn to be able to play in the spring sun.
"Well in that case inform the foreign relation advisory to reply to it and that they have our blessing to do so and in the meantime so should five armies from Gustavsland and Africa be enough to crush any rebels so inform the jarls of both realms that two respectively three armies are to be put on alert and ready to be put into active combat!" the king said as he gave the window another look hoping that he himself would be able to go out for a stroll later on before he turned his attention to his desk where he took up one of his royal seals and handed it to the man that had brought him the news.

"As my royal highness demands!" the man said as he bowed before leaving the king to bring the news to the foreign relation advisory
"Now when we do think of it so would it take some time before they will finish that letter!" the king said to himself as he gave the window jet another wishful look before he made a decision and rose up to go out to enjoy the weather for a moment.

"MY ROYAL HIGHNESS!" a cry could be heard behind him just as he exited his study as the sound of running leather boots informed him that someone wanted his attention quite urgently.
"Damnations!" the king muttered as he turned around to see what now needed his attention.

Official communiqué from the absolute royal federation of Imeriata and her realms

From: Lord Edward auf stjärnhelm speaker of the Royal Foreign relation advisory.
To: Whomever is concerned
Regarding: Demand of surrender.
Encrypted: NO

With all due respect so would I need to point out that the very situation we do have and the loss of federal subjects is indeed because of the incompetence and inactivity of your own government as a result so must I insist that this situation should be if not entirely be a federal affair so should it be headed by the federal high command which is why I would request that your officers should report to the federal expedition force so that the very situation would be resolved as quickly as possible.

Signed and approved by: His royal Highness Oskar rex Caesar II by the grace of the gods high king of the absolute royal federation, the descendant of the first Imerian high kings especially and foremost Emanuel the first, the carrier of the royal sword first carried by the demigod Belrion son of Bel, the protector of the federal crown jewels and patriarch of the noble house auf stjänkhrone and protector of the free city states of al-Jzr al-Khḑrā as well as defender of Hungary and her regions and the realms as king of Imeriata, Vedian, Erathia, Northern Taranakan and Andervel, but also the righteous and lawful king of New felandia and the duke of Sydvinland, Northern Venezue, Sthalinge and Salywa, The Shah of the crown states of al-Jzr al-Khḑrā and the Padishah of all of al-Jzr al-Khḑrā, The lord regent of the colony of Nova Imeriata, Imerian Africa, Angland and of the two peninsulas of Tvaude and lastly Jarl of the free city of Rickasborg and Salywa also by the right of his birth high marshal of the royal guard

Imerian Africa

"ATTENTION!" the officer cried as the soldiers ranked up proudly in their new uniforms that they had been issued just a few days ago and indeed was it a glorious sight as the girls in the city now came out and giggled as they tried to catch the eye of the soldiers that now had been called to go out into what could very well evolve into a war as fathers, mothers and sisters waved their young boys of while brothers stood and watched jealously that they did not stood there with their KVG rifles resting at their shoulders.

"MARCH OUT!" the officer cried and the men took as one the first step as the large Column took their first steps towards the harbour where their ships would wait to take them out over the ocean as their musicians started to play the music used by the African regiments as the bystanders cheered for everything they were worth in a last goodbye.

by **Rupudska** » Wed Apr 13, 2011 3:33 pm

Sudentor, NRK

TO: The Absolute Royal Federation of Imeriata
FROM: Emperor Frederick Victor Albrecht von Preußen
SUBJECT: Coup d'etat in Tanzania
ENCRYPTION LEVEL: None

Although we admire your drive to restore order, and although we have been inactive politically in regards to the situation at hand, we can assure you that militarily this will not be so. We accept your assistance, however, we respectfully request that, upon completion of the operation, that Tanzania is once again placed under Karlslandic rule.

Signed
His Supreme Excellency Frederick Viktor Albrecht von Preußen, by the Unquestionable Will of God the Emperor of the Neue Karlsik Reich of Karlsland and All Kingdoms and Territories contained within, Son of Emperor Frederick V.
Her Royal Majesty Maria Albrecht von Preußen the Empress of the Neue Karlsik Reich of Karlsland and All Kingdoms and Territories contained within.

Karlslandic Southwest Africa

"ACHTUNG! All units, deploy to the border of Tanzania and await further orders!" Rows of infantry and tanks began to mobilize eastward, accompanied in the air by A-10A Witches and MiG-29G Witches for air support and air superiority. Citizens cheered as the swarm of military men and women headed out, many for the first time in their lives, and still more itching to kill a few rebels.

by **Imeriata** » Thu Apr 14, 2011 12:33 pm

Official communiqué from the absolute royal federation of Imeriata and her realms

From: Lord Edward auf stjärnhelm speaker of the Royal Foreign relation advisory.
To: mperor Frederick Victor Albrecht von Preußen
Regarding: Reply to: letter
Encrypted: NO

Your Royal highness these rebels as you call them have murdered federal subjects in cold blood and have showed to be willing to do so again, this have forced our hands and rightful vengeance needs to be taken as a demonstration and deterrence towards other like minded groups so the future of your former colony will be determined in the near future.

Signed and approved by: His royal Highness Oskar rex Caesar II by the grace of the gods high king of the absolute royal federation, the descendant of the first Imerian high kings especially and foremost Emanuel the first, the carrier of the royal sword first carried by the demigod Belrion son of Bel, the protector of the federal crown jewels and patriarch of the noble house auf stjänkhrone and protector of the free city states of al-Jzr al-Khḑrā as well as defender of Hungary and her regions and the realms as king of Imeriata, Vedian, Erathia, Northern Taranakan and Andervel, but also the righteous and lawful king of New felandia and the duke of Sydvinland, Northern Venezue, Sthalinge and Salywa, The Shah of the crown states of al-Jzr al-Khḑrā and the Padishah of all of al-Jzr al-Khḑrā, The lord regent of the colony of Nova Imeriata, Imerian Africa, Angland and of the two peninsulas of Tvaude and lastly Jarl of the free city of Rickasborg and Salywa also by the right of his birth high marshal of the royal guard

Gustavsland

Anders auf Joltsborg looked out from the command bridge of his battleship that served as the command section of the fleet that now set sail from their homeland in a attempt to strike fear into some upstart non-humans that thought that they could not only ridicule the federation but also that they could get away with it as a couple of aeroplanes made a fly by in their metallic constructions.

"Blasted show-off's!" Anders complained and were met with a few agreeing nods as the officers gave the planes a couple of annoyed looks as the blasted cowards most likely would spend this war simply flying around in their machines and then claim that they alone won the war even if all they did was to keep the skies clear of enemy planes.
"No thank the gods for proper artillery pieces and bayonets I say!" he muttered to himself as he looked down on the large calibre cannons that were mounted on their ship that now speeded forward surrounded by smaller destroyers and cruisers.
"Indeed, But I would more say that it is the cavalry that is just as it always have been the true crusher of enemy armies!" Another officer said as he put some tobacco in his pipe while the salty wind once again stroked their faces as they looked down on both sailors and Uwoto guardsmen that rushed over the deck to do gods knows what.
"bahh, the cavalry have sadly been reduced to flanking unit and the modern war is won by the massive ranks of infantry!" another officer cut in and were met with both agreements and annoyed looks over his comment.
"I would say that a wager would be in order then my good sirs!" a voice rose up from one of the men that had nodded at the idea that cavalry were going to be the true bringer of victory on land "if the first victory is scored by a cavalry force so would the cavalry supporters win and would infantry be the victorious in the first taste of combat with the exception of any combat that might occur during landing operations so are the infantry the future!" he finished and for a moment did the collected officers simply look at him before bets were called out and pouches filled with silver and gold were fished up as bets were placed while the ships continued to sail towards their destination.

by **Rupudska** » Thu Apr 14, 2011 1:52 pm

OOC: This takes place a while after your fleet departs Gustavland, Imeriata.

Atlantic Ocean, not far from the Imerian Fleet

Unlike the Imerians, the Karlslandic peoples believed strongly in the importance of air power, which is why the HMS Bayern supercarrier was being deployed. That, and it was relatively close to Tanzania. Armin Probst, admiral of the Second Fleet, had been sent in to restore the Emperor's rule there. He looked over his fleet. He had two Lyra-class submarines, a Prussia-class battlecruiser, two Bradenburg-class frigates, and four Braunschweig-class corvettes. In other words, it was brutally obvious that the rebels were in for a world of hurt. The Bismarck, a relic made anew with the addition of railguns, was steaming in from a tour in Liberion, and would be with them in a few days. And with that, they could easily end the rebellion.

OOC: You are supposed to pick us up on radar soon.

by **YellowApple** » Thu Apr 14, 2011 2:27 pm

OOC: Tagged.

by **Imeriata** » Fri Apr 15, 2011 7:45 am

Gustavland fleet, The high sea

"What the devil might that be then?" a surprised officer said as the command of the fleet looked at the radar and spotted the unknown dots that moved before them.
"Our African fleet perhaps your lordship?" another man said as he leaned forward to see if that was right.
"Nonsense the African fleet would already have arrived in the region my baron so that would hardly be them!" another of the naval commanders pointed out
"A fishing fleet perhaps then?" someone asked even if not even he seemed to believe it.
"no the most likely would be a military force judging from the size of those ships and their numbers!" the third officer cut in as he turned back to the communication station
"Send them a message asking them to identify themselves or to face the consequences!" he said and returned to the rest of the officers that looked at him with mixed expressions that ranged from confusion to surprise.
"They could be rebels after all!" he pointed out as they could hear the radio operator relay the message
"This is the Imerian ship FaRNS havsvarg in command of his royal highness expedition force to Tanzania and we do officially demand that unknown ships are to identify themselves at this instance over!"

African fleet

"ALL UNIT TO STATIONS ALL UNITS TO THEIR STATIONS!" the metallic voice cried out over the ship as even from the bridge of the transport ship could the cries and turmoil be heard as the regiment they carried tried their best to get in order so they could begin landing operations within a few hours.
"Repeat we are one hour away from sight of Terra Firma, one hour!" the man in the deep blue adjutant uniform that served as lesion between the regiment and the ships crew said into the microphone as similar actions could be seen in the rest of the fleet as even from here could they see that even the massive battleship were filled with activity as a dragon flew over it carrying supplies and having sky dragoons attached to the big harness that it wore while trolls and larger non-humans ran back and forth next to their superior humans with shells for the large cannons that needed to be reloaded to prepare for the first attack that were soon to come as the large fleet and the army that it transported started to prepare for the first of many landings that would bring in five entire armies to pacify the country and re-establish proper human control.

by **Rupudska** » Fri Apr 15, 2011 2:07 pm

Karlslandic Fleet, Open Sea

Code: Select all: "This is the Imerian ship FaRNS havsvarg in command of his royal highness expedition force to Tanzania and we do officially demand that unknown ships are to identify themselves at this instance over!"

That was the message on the radar operator of the Bayern's screen. "Admiral, should we respond?"
"No, lieutenant, I want you to blow up their ships. Yes, respond! They're our allies, after all."
"Roger that, Admiral!" The lieutenant sighed. It would be like this every day, probably until they got to Tanzania proper.

The lieutenant sent a radio message back to the Havsvarg:

Code: Select all: "This is the Karlslandic aircraft carrier Bayern, flagship of the Imperial 3rd Fleet of the Neue Deutsches Reich of Karlsland. We are en route to Tanzania as well, over."

by **Imeriata** » Fri Apr 15, 2011 5:36 pm

FaRNS Havsvarg

"They seems to be the Rupudaskans my baron!" the Communication officer reported as he received the message from the fleet as most officers took a deep breath of relief that the enemy had not that kind of naval forces jet.
"that can not be right!" the old baron said and for a moment did most of the bridge look at him waiting to see how he had seen through their enemies clever disguise.
"I mean what kind of name is Rupudaskans!?" he said as he stroked his white beard and most of the bridge returned to their stations.
"maybe Rupuskländers my baron?" a young officer joined in but was quickly silenced by a older adjutant from radar operations
"Nonsense it should be Rupudese!" the older adjutant pointed out.
"are you sure your lordship?" the young officer asked as the name didn't seem right somehow
"Perhaps Rupuders?" another man asked as they all looked out through the main window if they could see their allies even if they seemed to be a bit too far away for that.
"Ehh my lords and barons what am I supposed to say to them?" the man at the radio station inquired which made the officers look up.
"ohh tell them that it is all right and wish them a good war!" the Baron said as he looked up with the rest of the officer.
"Bayern, we wish you the best of luck, may you bring your country and king glory!" the radio operator said into his equipment just as the argument behind him started again.

African fleet

"ALL RIGHT BOYS ACT PROPERLY AND JUST AS TRAINING AND THIS WOULD BE AS EASY AS SHOOTING FISHES IN A BARREL!" the lieutenant cried as the landing craft hit water with countless others as they could see both aeroplanes and the odd dragon and autogyro that flew through the air to prepare the landing zone as the battleships themselves were readying themselves to provide cover for the infantry would it be necessary as the black men looked nervously around as their officer looked at his pocket watch again while the landing craft quickly moved over the ocean and showered them with salt water that made its way into their eyes and more than one of the men were scratching his eyes trying to get the annoying crystals out.

by **Strykla** » Fri Apr 15, 2011 5:42 pm

woa. taggywaggy

by **Rupudska** » Sat Apr 16, 2011 1:40 pm

OOC: Please refer to my nation as Karlsland, Imeriata, as that's what I refer to it as. (Cheap excuse for name: "Rupudska" is a poorly translated version of an old Polish name for Karlsland.)

IC:

Bayern, Open Sea

Code: Select all: "Bayern, we wish you the best of luck, may you bring your country and king glory!"

The radio operator smiled at this. He decided to send a second message, although this was probably unnecessary, as the two fleets would be within visible range soon enough. It was quite likely that a few of the Bayern's F-14 Witches were near or over the Imeriatan fleet right now.

Code: Select all: "The best of luck to you as well."

by **Imeriata** » Sat Apr 16, 2011 6:52 pm

Gustavsland fleet

"Are the men not working hard enough again your Lordship?" count lieutenant Hans auf Bergenholt asked as the lord squire lieutenant before him sat and readied a hunting rifle at the top of the bridge of the troop carrier while some happy singing could be heard as a couple of guardsmen were playing some kind of ball game with a couple of sailors bellow on the main deck as both crew of the ship and guardsmen cheered them on.

"Not really my count lieutenant, and I would like to point out that the bullet hardly touched the lazy sod!" the Lord pointed out rather hurt over the comment as he were rather tired that everyone in the regiment pointed that incident out all the time.
"hit him right in the chest did it not?" the lieutenant pointed out as the other officer finally put the rifle together.
"Well I told him not to move and it proved that the body armour worked my count lieutenant!" The lord said rather grumpily as he picked up the magazine and carefully put the bullets in it before he looked up and assured him
"and I was actually trying to shoot me one of them birds that fly around up there as I am tired of eating frozen food my count lieutenant!" he said and Hans looked up to see the small black spots that flew around in the sky towards them.

"Seems a bit too fast to be birds don't your lordship think, and would they not be a bit too small for eating otherwise as they would be rather close?" Hans said as he took up his monocular to get a closer look at the birds before he realised something.
"How did your lordship knew they were here anyway they seem a bit too small to spot like that with the naked eye?" he asked as he looked down on the man that carefully put in his magazine in the rifle.

"Well I slipped the radio operator a couple of silver coins in return for him keeping a look out on the radar for some small kitters instead of doing what he should be doing!" the Lord said as he tried to determine which of the closing dots that would be the best target and make the tastiest, or largest dinner.
"I see..." Hans said as he tried to get a look again before that feeling that something was wrong came over him again.
"you were able to pick up birds on the radar?" Hans said as he turned towards his friend

"Well I assumed they were big birds!" the man said defensively as Hans finally got his monocular up "Ohh dear, you might not want to shoot those 'birds' your lordship!" Hans said as his face turned red.
"What, why?" The lord said as he took the Monocular that his friend handed him.

"Ohh dear Indeed!" The lord said as he saw the girls that apparently came flying towards them "I mean they are not even wearing pants!" he pointed out rather abundantly as Hans had already spotted them even if Hans raised a eyebrow at the fact that his friend did not put down the monocular.
"Quite, I think I read about them once, some kind of elite unit of magic users in service of Karlsland!" Hans pointed out as the lord finally put down the monocular.
"ahh!" the man said as he gave the men a look bellow as a bigger mad tackled a naval man to the cheers of the men looking "But wouldn't that cause some trouble amongst the men?"
"Somehow do I think that our Negroid friends would like it a bit too much actually what with them being not as proper as us proper Imerians!" Hans said as he gave the men a not as impressed look as a couple of sailors drew the man tackled away from the makeshift field.

African landings

"ALL RIGHT MEN WE HIT THE SHORE IN ONE.... TWO!" the Corporal cried as the landing ship suddenly stopped and tried to throw them forward "On two apparently!" The corporal corrected himself as the landing bridge fell down and showed them the large shore that spread out before them as similar landings happened around them
"THEN MOVE OUT YOUR BLASTED COWARDS AND LOOK SHARP FOR THE GODS, HOSTILE NATIVES MIGHT BE NEAR BY!" the corporal cried as the men took up pace and moved out with readied weapons to secure the landing zone.

by **Rupudska** » Sun Apr 17, 2011 1:59 pm

Greenland, specific location classified

In the frigid wasteland of Karlslandic Greenland was a supersub that, upon completion, would trump all other submarines built before, and all aircraft carriers. It's classification level was so great that it didn't have a codename at all. It did, however, have an 'official' name, and that was what the bureaucrats in the military called it and that was what it would be christened when - if ever - it received a naming and launching ceremony. That name was Minna-Dietlinde Wilcke, named after the first lieutenant colonel of the original 501st Joint Fighter Squadron, the greatest Witch squadron of all time. The second ship of her class, she was slightly longer and wider than the Marko Ramius, but had fewer built-in AA and SAM turrets - 8 instead of 16, with an equal number of both. This was to make room for even more passive sonar devices, as well as more room for Striker restraints, and therefore more Witches. She was a behemoth, far larger than the Orussian Typhoon-class, but the exact length was classified, as it was with the Ramius. This ship was powerful enough to turn the tide of an entire war if necessary.

And she was nearly finished.

Gustavsland Fleet

Naval Witch protocol required that Witches fly in groups of two, so that if one Witch were to get injured or accidentally fall into the water, the other could get her to a ship. At the moment, there were two F-14 Witches flying over the Imeriatan fleet. "They're staring at us... Why is it that we aren't allowed to wear pants? It's kind of embarrassing," the younger ensign whined. "Oh, shut up! Besides, in case you left your brain back on the carrier, you should know full well that fabric of any sort plays hell with Strikers." The lieutenant fumed back at her. She couldn't stand whining of any sort. The fact that she, Eva Barkhorn, was directly related to well-known Witch and infamously strict Gertrud Barkhorn probably had something to do with that. But this ensign was especially whiny.

by **Imeriata** » Mon Apr 18, 2011 10:06 am

Landing forces

"COMMANDER ON LAND!" A man cried as the men assembled stood in attention as the man in the white officer uniform finally came ashore on the growing encampment as horses and mules were led back and forth with supplies and equipment amongst the growing number of tents and men that found themselves at the shore as a regiment of lancers were landing with the horses seeming more than happy to get away from the small landing rafts.

"Good work my count knight squire commander you do seem to keep the men in line!" The commander said as he nodded approvingly as two dragons landed not too far away which caused the horses to cry in terror as their riders struggled to get their eye patches and perfumed masks on so they would not notice the big reptiles presence that now looked in a uncomfortable way at most of the four legged beasts in the camp as dragoons jumped down to Terra Firma as quickly as they could while the crew threw off various equipment.

"But as Impressed as I am with the infantry so would I like to see it if it is deployed jet!" the commander said as he anticipating looked around trying to see the armoured behemoth that they would test in combat if they got the chance.
"I thought that you would say so my Commander!" the Squire commander said with a smile as he himself had been just as intrigued by the armoured behemoth that they now had at their command as he waved the older officer to follow him.

"Is she not a beauty my Commander?" the commanders second in command said as they both looked down on the heavy vehicle that they had been handed "The FaRLS Lejon, The first federal heavy landship deployed in combat!" he said as they both looked down on the massive armoured ship whos crewmen either attended various tasks on the ship itself or the massive cannons that it carried or simply laid in the shadow the massive thing made and watched the trenches and other fortifications that the rest of the guard created.

Aeroplane carrier, Gustavland fleet

"I feel we have been issued a challenge! After all we cannot appear weak can we now?" Erik Görgenssen said as he climbed into his aeroplane.
"are you sure Erik? I mean we haven't gotten any orders to fly up there do we?" his wingman replied as he worried looked up towards the barely distinguishable witches in the air
"Bahh we are the aerocoprs, when on earth was the last time anyone actually bothered to have anything to do with us when they did not need us to keep the skies clear?" Erik pointed out which made his friend look as if he was about to protest before he shrugged his shoulders and walked up to his own biplane and started up the jet engine.
"all set and ready!" the metallic voice of his friend could be heard in Eriks ear as both machines started to roll
"Well then now lets see if we can scare our friends a bit!" Erik said as their both planes threw themselves into the air.

by **Rupudska** » Mon Apr 18, 2011 1:09 pm

Western Tanzania

At this point, most of the troops had reached the border. The plan of attack was simple. The Imeriatans would invade from the ocean, and the Bayern's fleet would blockade the coast, cutting off escape. Lastly, the Bismarck would arrive and hammer the rebellious capital into submission. They had gotten only minimal resistance so far, but that wouldn't last much longer, as their attack plan had them going straight through the city of Mbeya in the southwest corner of the country. But it didn't matter, as far as the troops there were concerned, two Witch bases, one Luftwaffe base, a few dozen tanks and a meager coast guard wasn't enough to stop the combined might of the Imerian and Karlslandic militaries. But with the Marko Ramius in enemy hands, there was little that could be further from the truth.

Gustavland Fleet

The two Witches noted the biplanes coming up from the carrier, and chose to ignore them. No matter how confident the pilots were, no fixed-wing aircraft in the world could outmaneuver a Witch. They flew lazily over to the Imerian planes. "Feeling a bit antsy before the battle, boys?" the lieutenant mockingly asked.

by **Imeriata** » Mon Apr 18, 2011 3:20 pm

Aeroplanes

"Damn did you hear that!?!" The metallic voice of Eriks wingman came through and he was forced to admit that he had heard the two... girls talk as if they were next to one another.
"Well that was interesting!" Erik had to agree as he made a turn in the hope to at least scare them with some close driving even if they had avoided the both aeropilots rather easy in their first attempt as he turned his plane in such a manner so he could better observe the two pilots.

"NOT AT ALL MY FAIR LADY, QUITE THE CONTRARY SO DO WE LOOK FORWARD TO SHATTERING THEM IN THE WIND!" He cried and shook his head as he passed by.
"What are you doing?" the metallic voice of his friend once again made itself heard in his headset
"Well if they can speak to us why wouldn't we be able to speak to them?" he argued which seemed logically to him even if he decided to look back to the two pilots and shook his head just in case.

African camp

"THEY WANT ALL THE GLORY FOR THEMSELVES!" a man cried as the suggestion from their allies had been read up for the officers from the African army
"I SAY WE ATTACK THE CAPITAL OURSELVES AND CELEBRATE VICTORY THERE!" the officer continued "After all we do have an entire army here, I am sure that we would be able to send a army of inferiors running for the hills after one short battle!" he finished and were met with some nods from the rest of the officers
"Indeed I am willing to agree in this case!" The commander said and were met with cheers from the officers around him "Prepare to pack up as we are moving out!" he said as adjutant left the tent to bring this information to the rest of the regiments that were camped around the landing zone.

"MOVE OUT YOUR LAZY KNAVES, I WANT US MOVING OUT AND ASSAULTING THEIR CAPITAL SOON ENOUGH!" the officer cried from his horse as the thunder of jackboots could be heard all over the land as regiment after regiment could be seen moving forward in the hot African sun as heavy cavalry pieces were drawn by automobiles and lighter pieces could be seen drawn by horses next to the massive columns as the skies were filled with buzzing aeroplanes that flew back and forth looking for hostile natives so that they could warn the massive army that now marched towards their target as music and song from more than 100 000 throats mixed in the hot air.

by **Rupudska** » Tue Apr 19, 2011 4:31 pm

Gustavland Fleet

Lieutenant Barkhorn rolled onto her stomach so she could see the pilot face-to-face. If it was a game of chicken he wanted, it was a game of chicken he'd get. "I'm a telepath by nature, you know. No need to shout." She looped next to the biplane, and flew right beside the cockpit, close enough that she could reach out and grab the upper wing if she so desired.

by **Imeriata** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 3:07 pm

Aeroplanes

"Rose ablaze!" the voice of Jörgen could be heard through the headset and Erik could imagine his friend raising the holy symbol in a attempt to protect himself from the gift of magic that the gods had given to the living creatures of this world and humans in particular as even Erik tried his best not to let his mind slip towards less than pure thoughts as it could be rather awkward as the girl apparently could read mind and he himself did struggle to reach for the medallion around his shoulder that depicted a rose in flames.
"Well then, in that case would you surely be able to foresee this!" he cried before he shook his head and realised that she had asked him not to do that as he leaned the plane and turned it towards the girl as he rolled around to give the girl a bump with his wing as some sort of tag.

by **Rupudska** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 3:59 pm

Airplanes

The lieutenant heard the plan to bump her in Erik's mind, and she pulled up and slowed down to avoid it. It missed wide. "Careful, you could hit someone flying that recklessly!" she shouted. She then flew directly above the second plane's cockpit and knocked on the glass.

Marko Ramius

Thankfully for the Witches, at the time of the Ramius' capture, none of them were on board. Had they been, they would have almost certainly been killed for not supporting the rebellion. Thankfully for the Imerian and Karlslandic militaries, it didn't have nuclear weapons at the time, either. It did, however, have a number of cruise missiles that it could fire at any time the captain so pleased, as cruise missile launches only needed one key to activate as opposed to two. It sat at the bottom of the ocean, slowly cruising on its caterpillar drive, undetectable to all but the most cutting-edge sonar systems, and even then, they would have to listen long and hard to detect her. On its sonar screen, it saw the Imerian fleet first. "Like lambs to the slaughter..." the captain thought. He gave a few orders quietly, and the Ramius turned to face its opponents.

by **Imeriata** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 4:18 pm

Aeroplanes
Erik bowed before the girl that now sat on his plane
"I would say that I am a too good pilot to ever allow such a thing to happen!" he said even if he gave the propeller a worried look, sure it was mostly there as decoration and could be used as a reserve engine would the jet engine die as the speed the plane flew at made the thing a bit redundant and it had a tendency to break due to the high speeds they flew in but it could still be dangerous.

by **Rupudska** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 4:34 pm

Imeriata wrote:Aeroplanes
Erik bowed before the girl that now sat on his plane
"I would say that I am a too good pilot to ever allow such a thing to happen!" he said even if he gave the propeller a worried look, sure it was mostly there as decoration and could be used as a reserve engine would the jet engine die as the speed the plane flew at made the thing a bit redundant and it had a tendency to break due to the high speeds they flew in but it could still be dangerous.

(OOC: She's above Jörgen's plane, but okay.)

Lieutenant Eva nodded at Erik. "That's more like it." She then resumed flying in formation with the biplanes. A few seconds later, her telecom chirped. She put up her hand to it and turned on the microphone. "Lieutenant Eva. Yes, we're over the Imerian fleet right now. In fact, we're in formation with two of their biplanes. Of course my safety's on. It's too dangerous flying with it off in formation." Her steady rhythm of talking and listening stopped for a few seconds. "Understood. Eva out." She turned to the biplane below her. "They've sighted land on radar. Won't be long now."

by **Imeriata** » Wed Apr 20, 2011 7:03 pm

Aeroplanes

"Marvellous!" Erik said happily as he gave the horizon a longing look even if he could not see any land jet, but then again the radar did have a longer reach then his eyes had even up here.
"However if I might be so bold might we have the honour of inviting the ladies for a glass to celebrate such glorious news?" he asked and ignored a loud and surprised "Might we have the honour of doing what?" that his friend asked.

Imerian African army

"the capital should not be all that far away now my Jarl commander!" One of the adjutants pointed out as they rode on in the blasted heat even if the command stab had it better than most as the servants that they brought with them helped in any way they could to make the trip a more tolerated one.
"Well" He said while he brushed away some sweat from his forehead with his arm as he handed his pith helmet to a servant that quickly drowned it in water so that it would keep his masters head cooler for a while.

"I can't see it from here!" the said as he looked before the marching army with his monocular "but then again that does not say that much, gather a small group of dragoons, Hussars and adjutants under a few officers and ask them to ride before us under white flag to inform the enemy that we do demand that they either evacuate the city themselves and face us on a proper field or send away their general population so we can properly do battle!" he finished as he lowered the monocular and took the wet pith helmet from the Elven servant that sat on the wagon next to him

"as my Jarl commander commands!" The adjutant replied with a salute as he rode away to do as he had been told.

OOC: My mistake in that case

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