Itailian Civil War (Closed)

by **Noravea** » Mon May 02, 2011 4:29 pm

Vinci, Itailia
March 22nd, 2035, Norav Calendar

Emperor Nicholas the Great sat in his room in the Palazzo da Vinci, the home of his close friend, Mark Da Vinci, who was assassinated just a few days ago. The two were world leaders, considered to be in the ideal alliance, a somewhat brotherly bond which is remembered by many civilians in both nations. Nicholas was there during the assassination, and was now reflecting on how the two met nearly 24 years ago. Nicholas was well acquainted with Mark Da Vinci's wife, Julia Laskar, who was at one point an aid of Nicholas, and a girlfriend during their younger years. She gave birth to Nicholas' first daughter, Princess Claudia Caeus, the heiress to the throne of Noravea. No one knew Julia was the Mother but Julia and Nicholas. Emperor Nicholas fathered another child with Julia, getting Julia pregnant a few weeks before her wedding with Mark Da Vinci. Only Nicholas knew that Antony Da Vinci, the heir to the Itailian throne, was actually his own son.

He sat in his room, which was rather large. It was a room he stayed in dozens of times over the course of the last 2 decades when he visited Itailia. It had a large bed in the center, as well as a desk sitting next to it. A large balcony was open, looking over the city nearby. The Emperor sat at his desk, waiting for Julia Laskar to arrive to hear the news he had, that a Noravean fleet would arrive within a few hours to take her to safety if needed, and he was debating whether or not to tell her that he is the father of Antony Da Vinci.

600 Miles Away
At the Same Time
I.N.S. Compth

The Grand Fleet of the Greater Empire steamed its way towards Vinci, the capitol city of Itailia, under fears that a civil war could break out. The fleet consisted of 4 Aircraft Carriers, the Nicholas, Compth, Plutonia, and Thule, over 15 Battleships, 16 Frigates, 15 Destroyers, and over two dozen other ships. Over 40 submarines followed in various groups in a 1,000 mile radius to target any defecting Itailian ship, going against Julia Laskar and Antony Da Vinci.

In charge was Grand Admiral Adolphus, who had just been promoted from Fleet Admiral. He was one of only 12 Grand Admirals in the Noravean Navy. Their objective was to evacuate Noravean tourists and embassy workers, and to bring in over 20,000 Noravean troops, just the start of a massive stream of soldiers into Vinci to assist in any potential war effort. Their orders were also to escort non-essential Royal Family members in the Da Vinci family back to Noravea (Or at least those who supported Antony Da Vinci). They were also ordered to pick up Julia Da Vinci, but Nicholas warned that it was likely she would refuse until absolutely necessary.

Over 100 troop helicopters sat on the decks of the 4 Aircraft Carriers, and another 50 on the Helicopter Carriers in the fleet, to move ahead of the fleet and to assist in defending the vital areas of Vinci, such as the Palazzo da Vinci, or the Ports and Airport. Inside were over 2,000 troops, and 15 Tanks, as well as 20 other vehicles. They took off as the ships entered Itailian waters, with hundreds of fighters moving in to help patrol the skies of Itailia.

Within a few hours, the 2,000 troops arrived at various points across Vinci, holding the Airport, the Palace, and the Ports, to ensure that no mutinous soldiers take them over.

by **Itailian Maifias** » Sat May 14, 2011 5:38 pm

Vinci, Itailia
June 14, 2014
Imperial Broadcasting Network

" And today on the IBN Big Story, hundreds of Noravean ships, planes and troops have moved into the Empire. This comes amid massive riots and rebellions reported all over the Empire. Reports came in just yesterday of a massive armed riot in downtown Sparrae, the former capital of the Empire. Already, two colonies of the Empire have broken away with massive violence in the remaining ones and even in the heartland of the Empire itself. Empress Julie Da Vinci has not made a public appearance since three months ago when her husband the Emperor was murdered. Since then, many political leaders have been seeming to has if fracture the Empire even further. Senate Speaker Maura Evelin has lead the growing call for the disbandment of the Royal Family and the reinstatement of democracy. Her predecessor Jane Giovanni is also supporting Maura and is actually leading some riots in her home city of Rasic.
Crown Prince Anthony Da Vinci has seemed to take up the reins of the Royal Family and has lead the calls for the people to remain calm and that the Empire must stand united in this dark times and also assures people that the Noravean troops are for protection of the people since most of the Italian Army remains deployed over seas in the Imperial colonies. However, some in fact most news shows and anchors are saying that a civil war is just over the horizion. IBN's own Madison Smith has urged people to start fleeing to Empire allies such as Reformed Britannia and Noravea before the bloodshed begins, but no word yet on how the public will react. It seems they are just stuck in the frenzy cycle."

Palazzo di Vinci

The Palazzo was different, changed over the last two months. The Royal Guards now wore kevlar vests under their ornate uniforms. They were no longer equipped with the bolt action V97, now equipped with the M-2 AAR and machine guns are seen on the Palazzo walls.
Inside, the tension can almost be seen. Fights between Julie and Anthony are being almost daily things, with the worst one being two days ago. Anthony contests that Julie has no claim to the throne, that as his fathers son he has all right to be the next Emperor. Lorenzo and his Quendi wife, Princess Aluera have also placed a bid, claiming that they have as much right as Anthony, even more now since Prince Benedict's death last year. The Royal Guard even had to break up a fist fight between Anthony and Lorenzo last week.
Meanwhile, the enemies of Vinci, namely Esrin and Laskar were plotting against the throne. Julie's own brother, Marcus Laskar was in cohorts with Umberto Esrin VII as they plotted to take on and forcefully take over the Empire. An attack was planned on the Imperial Palazzo itself, now only time was the obstacle and the savior.

by **Ulthrani** » Sat May 14, 2011 7:09 pm

The Greatest Blunders of Coriolanus' Reigns
By Tacitus Auterio

Chapter Five: The Itailian Intervention
Pg.80

...The senate stood in shock, no one would expect Coriolanus, a man who had to slay his own kin to ensure the continuity of the Grand Commonwealth, return to the forum. His cousin, Cicero, although a good man, was a conspirator to bring down the current government and bring anarchy to all realms. Coriolanus was a changed man, one senator said that "You didn't have to hear a word, you could just see it on his face".

Coriolanus, after meeting with the Tribune, declared outright that the Grand Commonwealth will assist all of her allies and that nothing will discontinue the glory of Ulthrani. There was a small, subtle cheer in the crowd of senators. All of them had expected their emperor to be shocked and unable to lead. It has always been the trait of Coriolanus, to not take anything to heart, it's what made him a good soldier during the wars and an even better Emperor than his predecessor.

But, as this chapter will discuss, the widely dubbed "Itailian Intervention", would not be one of his finest decisions as, although the campaign was in no way a military blunder, quite the opposite, it would rather be a more political blunder, as the campaign dragged on, it would show Coriolanus had more concerned helping others than helping his own...

The Weird and Wonderful Weapons of the Commonwealth
By Field Master Julius Marcellus, .Retired

Chapter Eight: Live Testing Never Hurt Anyone...

In my time as a Commonwealth General, I had seen alot of wierd weapons being purposely saved up for a war. In fact, in my command as a colonel during the First Ulthranian-Britannian War, I was told to use a series of prototype paradrop tanks, three of them, to assault the capital. They proved very effective. But it wouldn't be till after my service did a lot of weapons I had worked on or seen had they been moved from their facilities at the headquarters of the Ministry of Armaments and into the hands of experienced troops.

One example, of which I will start my chapter, is during the Itailian Intervention. When our Emperor decided that internal strife was vastly less important than helping out the Itailians and their war, the military insisted that the Commonwealth troops being deployed use various prototype vehicles, weapons and combat systems. It would be the strife of the Itailians that would serve us in the long run...maybe that was Coriolanus' ingenious plan, but i have been wrong before...

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Fleet of Divine Purpose
Somewhere in the ocean approaching Itailia.

The dozens of metal, lifeless steel coloured ships that came to aid old time ally, the Itailians, had been waiting for such a moment. The Fleet of Divine Purpose has seen combat, all too much. It was originally designated to being sent to Rexta-Drakus to combat the new insurrection. But, as Emperor Coriolanus demands that our allies feel the warmth of the Grand Commonwealth, they were re-deployed. The ships contained very interesting weapon systems. They needed targets and nothing suited more than actualy enemy combatants. Admiral Harca, a veteran of war, voiced his concern about having very expensive weapons, to which the Ministry of Armaments replied
'It is your duty to serve justice to our enemies, and so, you will serve justice to our enemies with our weapons'. Harca did not have the time to argue, he had an invasion to lead.

One such prototype was a new type of munitions defeating vehicle, known as the Saints-Shield, this vehicle had only a 14.5mm HMG, other than that, this tank-esque vehicle had only a variety of different munitions defeating systems, everything from rockets to missiles to tank shells. In addition, it supported a Prototype Remotely Operated Weapon System, (P-ROWS), so prototype that it's model doesn't have an official abbreviaton or name. This system was operated at the rear end of the vehicle, it sported a 12.7mm Machine Gun, two Thermobaric rocket launching tubes and the piece de resistance, the EMT-9, which was an electromagnetic warfare system that turned off guided munitions. This SS vehicle had been assaulted once by hellfire missiles, none hit their target.

But Harca had confidence that his soldiers would perform outright their best, even with the new technology, and did he have a treat of a task force to work with. He signalled the Itailian Coastal Authority with:

"This is Admiral Harca of the Grand Commonwealth of Ulthrani, we have come on the orders of our Emperor to assist the forces loyal to the government and allow the continuity of peace and order to reign. Will your authority allow our forces to assist you, over" He awaited a reply.

ORBAT:

The Fleet of Divine Purpose

The Itailian Task Force
- Five Infantry Divisions (12,000 Personnel Each)
- Two Armoured Divisions (8,000 Personnel Each)
- One Logistics Division (9,000 Personnel)
- Ten Combat Aerial Detachments (1,000 Personnel Each)
- Nine Independent Brigades (Various Combat Roles) (3,000 Personnel Each)
Total: 122,000 Personnel (Both Combatant and Non-Combatant Roles)

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by **Itailian Maifias** » Sat May 14, 2011 7:32 pm

Italian Coast Protection Agency (ICPA)
Bravo 21 Radar Outpost

The small ICPA radar outpost lay at the tip of the southern island, right in the middle of Sporrae and Evelin. It was a small base, currently garrisioned with seventy five Naval reservists and about twenty five Marines. No real heavy firepower was equipped on the base, the heaviest being .50 caliber machine guns and some ASHM's on combat patrol vessels.
However, it also had the power to activate Operation Levithan, which was finished six years ago which constructed hundreds of unmanned underwater torpedo stations in the southern ocean of the Empire to protect from invasion. It had so far proven that no foreign fleet would take the Empire from the south
A middle aged Marine was on duty at the radar command desk, the screen showing the constant scanning, the Marine had his feet propped up on the desk and a snore coming from his bearded mouth. However, a bleep filled the room and then a neutral yet feminine voice filled the room ' Ulthrani Combat Vessels formed in a Fleet detected off of the southern coast. Incoming message detected." It then in turn read of the message to the Marine who was awoken by the bleep. Hearing the message, the man flipped up a switch on a control panel and the various klaxens in the base filled the base with a yellow light as the base went to Yellow Alert as the base informed Italian Global Command of the arrival of the fleet

Code: Select all: Admiral Harica, Welcome to the Empire. We hope your journey was pleasant and all the new sailors got their sea legs. While we would normally welcome you to dock at Sparrae with open arms, a Noravean fleet is currently occupying the docks there. I therefore ask that you re-direct to the ports of Evelin and McEntire INB south of Evelin near the Evelin Wilds

by **Belfras** » Mon May 16, 2011 2:16 am

The Golden palace,
Belfras,

"And then they brought me their chieftain.." the words were echoeing down the long hallway, adorned with gold fittings and portraits of monarchs and national heroes alike. "haha! What a story!" the floor, a hard oak from the trees that surround the Mystical Mountains was topped by a rich red carpet that was the walkway down the corridor. "Let the man who stood on worlds top be named King!" The old King, James, was standing alone and evermore quiet in the large study. His mind racing through his life that had so quickly left him, his youth slipping from his hands like grains of sand from a clenched fist. The Emperor was dead, swept away by an Assassination. His legacy in turmoil, many and many more people claiming the right to rule.. Wealth in quantities brings the crows.

He walked, with the assistance of his white ornate walkingstick, to his desk. Many new, confusing gadgets lain around a giant drawing of the new Indominable-Class Battlecruiser. "The world grows, the old shrink out of events." The King muttered, before pressing on the Call button until a young, half-seductive female voice uttered through "Your Majesty?" A grin cracked onto the Kings face "Please send a message to Lord Tungsten to go ahead on the plan he showed me earlier. Thank you Chrysanthe."

Code: Select all: Outbound Communication.. FAO: Itailian Gvnt. Namely Empress Julie Da Vinci Greetings, your Highness, Empress Julie Da Vinci. On Behalf of the Kingdom of Belfras I, King James the First, would like to offer a hand of friendship in the troubled times your empire finds itself embroiled in. While it is fast becoming obvious the amount of foreign aid coming to your shores should be enough to quell any rebellion, I would like to be kept in your nations thoughts for when further aid is required. Should the Empire require anything from my humble nation, you need to but ask. King James Achilles the First. Sovereign of Belfras and the Golden Fleece.

by **Itailian Maifias** » Fri May 20, 2011 12:27 pm

Ashes to ashes
Dust to dust
True God from True God
Begotten not me, one belief in the Father
He ascended into heaven and is seated at the right hand of the Father
He will come again in glory to judge the living and the dead and his kingdom will have no end
Prophecy delivered twelve days before Emperor Mark Da Vinci's death

Vinc, Itailia

It was over. The inevitable had come, what people, news stations, anchors and talk shows had speculated and gossiped about was now happening. The end of days, end of life as the Empire knows it. Since the Emperor's death, the glue that held the Council of Eight together evaporated with the appointment of Julie Da Vinci as Empress. She had lost her power, her voice, her personality that led to have many people fear and respect her alike.
Ontorio Esrin, the sixty five year old head of the Esrin Maifia, was gunning to make Vinci pay for the Unification War of 1938. Esrin and Laskar had been looked down on ever since that and Vinci and then Sparrae had taken all the spotlight. That ended today, on June 16, 2014 when a Legion of Esrin Praetors crossed the Akavarki Channel and landed Hamrin and then marched towards Vinci. The Regale Esercito was mobilized, the Praetors took positions around the city as they prepared for the inevtiable. The Esrin Legion clashed with the Esercito right smack dab at the entrance into the Tara Jungle, the former Stensen Line where most of one thousand years of war was fought. And now, the Maifias were fighting again, in the Empire's first civil war
Timothy Laskar deployed legions loyal to Laskar Maifian to the south to assault and take the Gormar Maifia, a powerful ally of Sparrae. Already the lots have been drawn, the lands divided. Esrin and Laskar have chosen to be the devil's puppets in this conflict, while the other five Maifias have banded together to stop them. But can they hold them, with over 89% of the Imperial Legions deployed abroad and the Empress chosing to hide in her Palace chambers?
Only time can tell, and while one could hope for the best, one could also just be smart and abadoned hope and accept that the first civil war to hit the Empire will be like what he prophets predicted; a total blood bath

by **Tropicarno** » Mon May 23, 2011 7:04 am

OOC: Invited by Im

Ic: Guvarra heard of the Troubles in Im, he had not heard from his long time ally in some time but he could not allow his freinds to fall into the hands of those who activly seek Tropicarnos destruction. Fidel Charted a Jet to fly to Im to arrange a meeting with Im,s Emperor before he decided to commit if any troops to the region.

The Emperor was to be informed by Phone by the TKGB before Fidel arrived in IM which was in approx 13 Hours.

by **Itailian Maifias** » Wed May 25, 2011 6:28 pm

Palazzo di Quissmo
Senate Emergency Session

The Senate was in an uproar. The delegates were arguing between the sides, Esrin and Laskar versus everyone else, a loud and vibrant roar rising in the room, to the point were demonstrators outside could hear the shouting and arguing. A gavel was banged loudly for a few moments and as the Senators turned their heads to the front of the room, they could see Empress Julie Da Vinci, sitting on the throne at head of the room, the Imperial Crown on her head. It has been her first public appearance since the funeral of her husband, the late Emperor and all are shocked to see her here today. As the Senators are hushed, she speaks at first from a sitting position and then rising " If all Senators could please be seated." Pausing for a few moments, she then continued as she uttered her speech " My Senators, our time as come and Death is knocking at our door. Our brothers in Esrin and Laskar have seen fit to rebel against me, the Crown, the Throne, this Senate and this nation. I know you are all angered at me for hiding, not coming out. Many of you are accusing me of upsuring to the throne, some of even hiring hitmen to kill my husband. But I am here to say that I am still the same woman that was crowned four months ago! My husband fought for two decades to keep this nation together and he would not allow it to fall apart because of some superegos in the North and neither will I! We must remain united, for if we are divided and fight between ourselves, brother versus brother, parents versus their children, this nation, this Empire, will fall apart from the very seams from which it is held together! Unity, Loyalty, and..." A loud bang rings out in the Senate Chambers and Ontorio Esrin is standing at the front of the room, a smoking LY46 in his hands as the Empress crumples to the ground half way through her speech.
As the guards pulled their R-3's out, he open fires on them, killing both of them and he then turns his weapon to the Senate Speaker and the Sparrae Senators to his left, the entire Senate screaming and running out of the Chambers like water running into a stormdrain during a hurricane. Eventually he holsters the sidearm and makes his way out of the building through the side door, eager that the War was now in operation and the scales were already in his favor

by **New Embossia** » Wed May 25, 2011 6:48 pm

President Max Emboss (Phoenix Emperor) watched as NEAF F-35 Lightning IIs flew over Embossia in the "Embossia Air Force Base Air Show" near the Capital Building. As he wrote some notes alone in his office, his thinking was disturbed by an aide that burst into the room. "Itailia has broken into a civil war"

He immediately started a telegram to Itailia:
To: Itailia
From: The Imperial Phoenix Union

Oh what a horrible day! To whatever remains of the Itailian government, we wish to dispatch the 3rd Fleet to help defend Itailia from these people and preserve the Itailian government.

Please Consider.

Max Emboss

Out of Pt. Moseby, The Third Fleet, comprising of the Aircraft Carriers Magneto, Impocra, Jay S. Wilson, and the Cranos, 30 Emboss-class railgun destroyers, 15 Zumwalt and Arleigh Burke guided-missile destroyers. Also accompanying the fleet are several other supply, fuel and AEGIS-armed warships.

by **Amerikians** » Thu Jun 02, 2011 6:59 pm

The United States of Amerika
Baltimore - Maryland

"I officially accept there is no such thing as good news." John Henry Eden, a man of his early fifties said bluntly as he set the New York Times down on the Resolute Desk with a sigh of depression. "There is no such thing as good news." He repeated before he lifted a cup of precious china filled to the brim with smoking hot tea, some elements of Britannia just never left Amerika. "What are our current operations, militarily speaking?" His question was directed to a man in a suit, none the less. The Secretary of Defense.

"Peacekeeping in Azahdi, Counter-Terrorist Operations in Mexicania. There's the matter of the Drilling coming up with the Canadians." SecDef replied monotonously.

"Right." The President replied simplistically as he set the Ming china back down on the coffee coaster. "Trouble in Italia." He said bluntly after that.

"I've heard." The Swordsmen replied with that same neutral voice.

"Well, gather every one up. You know the drill." Eden said in blunt response in reference to the Joint Chiefs; the Cabinet, the Senate; etc.

[OOC: Invited by Italia.]

by **Itailian Maifias** » Fri Jun 03, 2011 10:41 am

What happened in the Senate was like when someone kicks a small pebble off of a whole mountain and the whole mountain range collapses. With the Empress shot, medics rushed her to the hospital, but the Public Relations has yet to release anything about her status and is thus considered dead by the public.
With his mother dead, Crown Prince Anthony rallied his and some of his mother's supporters and declared himself the Rex Imperator of the Empire, which at the moment is a useless title as the Esrin, Laskar and Drakkar Maifia's have all broken from the Empire and formed their own nations so to speak and have formed an alliance to take down the other five Maifias who have formed an alliance of their own to preserve the little unity the Empire has left. Anthony has called up on every single unit still in the Empire and is using the location of military bases to his advantage however most Legions that were in the now enemy territory have turned to their side and thus boosting their ranks.
Already lines have been drawn and lack of communication is rampant after Speaker Maura Evelin ordered the Senate in recess until after the conflict has been resolved and with Anthony commanding the Loyalist Forces, the government has in effect, collapsed. The main fighting is taking place at the old Askar line, which is where the mountain's open up west of Hamrin and allow entry into the Tara Forest. As it stands, Rex Imperator Anthony has deployed three Army Legions to the line as well as around thirty thousand Home Guard soldiers in order to counter the around forty thousand Nord, what the Empire is calling the Esrin-Laskar-Drakkar forces, men and around eight hundred artillery and tanks. The Itailian Global Command has sent out a communique to all allies asking for military assistance in quelling the Nord Rebellion as it is now being called

by **Amerikians** » Fri Jun 03, 2011 4:40 pm

Baltimore - Maryland
Senate

"Absolutely not!" The Senator from California stood his ground venomously. "We shall not donate force to another European War!" The tweedy Liberal cried defiantly in his pacifistic cowardly ways. "Was two not good enough for you? You and your, country farm-boy attitude!" Another Senator however leapt from their chair.

"Hey now! I happen to be a farmboy; and there's nothing wrong with actually having to bloody work for a living! The Italians have long stood by the United States; it's criminal to leave them in such a state!" The Senator from Kentucky cried as a large man with a thick belt-buckle stood up; a clich'e Texan.

"Damn straight; we can't just leave them fairies over there to die you know. Right good folk them Italians and it'd be a shame to seem 'em go the wrong way; like Anarchist!"

"Enough!" The Vice-President stood up, his small Marylandic form consuming no more space than what he had to him; a simple 5'5. "The Italian Empire stands on the edge of dissolution and requires the aid of every available soldier the United States of Amerika can muster!"

The Speaker of the House stood up then, a small mousy looking woman who looked like a stiff breeze could kill her from Washington State. "Put to vote, the matter of the United States of Amerika mobilising a force to the Italian Empire." The Senators grumbled quietly before each placed their votes for, and then against.

"335 for, 200 against. Majority claimed." The Speaker was simple and concise as the Senators went back to bickering with one another before the Speaker turned to the Vice-President. "You have Amerika's support."

by **Itailian Maifias** » Wed Jun 08, 2011 9:18 am

Firebase Delta 34
2.1 miles from Lake Aros

Abe Atticus was crouched behind a concrete parking barricade, bullets whizzing over head. The young man had his M-2 in his lap, his heart racing as an enemy machine gun fired at the barricade where he was hiding. If you told him four weeks ago when he was assigned to this Firebase that he'd been on the front lines of a civil war, he would have you locked up in the nut house. Now,.. not so much.
A LY9 pulled up along Abe's left side and it fired off a round from it's main gun and the gunner on top opened fire with the machine gun. Abe picked up and turned around, firing at a platoon of enemy soldiers within the base. His bullets caught three before a grenade that was thrown near his barricade went off and he ducked behind it again. The war had not been going well at all for the Coalition as the forces loyal to the government were being called. Esrin forces had managed to push the unorganized Home Guard forces all the way back to the western banks of Lake Aros and once out of the way places were now front line defenses that the Home Guard clung too as Esrin and Lorsar forces were just eighty miles from Vinci, the capital. Crown Prince Anthony had assumed the title of Rex Imperator as his mother's status is unknown and she either lies in a tomb or a hidden hospital. He has attempted to rally any military in the area to defend the lines. Bad news had already been filtering in, Hasmar had fallen and Craskic was due to fall at any moment as the Home Guard clashed with massive enemy forces in the Breaking Desert and a wedge had been driven between the Vinci and Corsic Maifias.
In the north, the Navy had clashed with Esrin ships near Tomar as Kalmor forces attempt to push towards the Agnor Forest and to take the city of Tirin, but the Esrin's are attempting to install the oceanic blockade they employed in the War of Unification that held for nearly twenty years.
In the east, the city of Gorrick clashed with the cities of Wesrin and Lorber who sent their Legions to destroy the Gormar Maifia which would give the Northern Forces and major foothold in the war.

by **Tropicarno** » Wed Jun 08, 2011 1:27 pm

The Plane flew over Im Airspace carrying the two most Important men in all Tropicarno. One of them being the Field Marshal Che Castro and the Dictater of Tropicarno himself Fidel Guvara, Bound for the Main Airport. As the two man sat in there seats the Atmosphere was almost completly silent untill the order was given to strap in. The plane began to land.

(Really sorry for the shite post but im so so tired i just cant make my brain work! will be more intresting in the future)

by **Itailian Maifias** » Wed Jun 08, 2011 3:08 pm

OOC: They are landing where exactly?

by **Amerikians** » Thu Jun 09, 2011 10:15 am

Fort Ramstein - Italia
42nd Infantry Division - Maritime Rangers

Six months before now; Sgt. David Anderson would've called anyone who suggested it crazy that Italia would've turned into a battle field. Hell he'd specifically requested to be assigned to Italia on the account that the possibility of violence was null. Now he hunkered behind the well built fortifications of Fort Ramstein; a low baring string of hills interconnected by tunnels, concrete walls and weapons emplacements that turned what was once idyllic into a station of war for the 3,000 Maritime Rangers that were garrisoned there. The ideal of neutrality was obviously a memo that the Renegade Italians didn't get, on the account of the bullets slamming into well built walls and emplacements.

Fort Ramstein was never built to assure an Amerikan foothold in the Italian Empire; it was actually designed for the same thing it was being assaulted for; presumably. In the event that Italia was about to get kicked in the balls, they had three thousand of Amerika's best right there to help them out. Now those 3,000 were just as pinned down as the Italian Army and Home Guard were divided.

"Worst. Day. Ever." A Ranger next to Anderson; a Private named Johnson spoke up as he unleashed a 40mm Grenade from the M-203 under his rifle; one of the new fangled M-4 Carbines that Anderson despised. "How do you kill anything with that fucking toy!?" Anderson bellowed over the sounds of battle before unleashing a torrent of undirected fire from the M1919 Machine Gun next to him, the .30-06 rounds drowning out the weaker 5.56 NATA rounds that the Private was using.

"Easy!" Johnson began without missing a beat, his rifle letting loose a controlled burst. "Just like that!" both were drowned out by the hulking sound of an armored battle tank that rolled up next to their position; the M-60A4 Patton letting loose a barrage of machine gun fire while it's main cannon emptied a 125mm shell in the direction of the enemy. "It's gonna be a long day." Anderson said with a stoney expression as a quiet moment came for a few sparse seconds...

by **Tropicarno** » Fri Jun 10, 2011 4:03 pm

OOC: a Airport, in your capitol! imsorry im just so exhausted i will do better posts!

by **Itailian Maifias** » Sun Jun 12, 2011 11:56 am

Palazzo di Esrin

It was a dark and dank night. Heavy rain pounded the stairs of the Palazzo as small shells from cannons that were situated in the sky. Guards clothed in all black paced the ramparts on the walls above the Palazzo's main gate, their hands wiping of the front of their goggles from time to time so that they could see the street in case of an intruder. To the right of the Palazzo, a man whose clothes were completely soaked stumbled up to the main gate, the guards catching notice of him almost right off the bat and raised their rifles at him. He shouted something in Latin and they lowered their rifles and the gate opened, the man entering.
Half an hour later, upstairs on the top floor of the Palazzo, in Ontorio Esrin's room the man sat collapsed in a chair, a fresh change of clothes on him.The man, Ontorio, had just arrived one month after his disappearance in Vinci, when mostly everyone assumed he was caught trying to escape and then killed. But rather, he hid and ran slowly yet surely making his way to Esrin and his home. A young man bursts into the room, his face gives away that he is heavily agitated. He begins shouting at the man, a sign of weariness on Ontorio's face just absorbs it all. " You think you were smart heh? Shooting the Empress? I've been working for the past twenty years to bring Esrin back into the world and you go and do this! Pereant stultus!" Ontorio merely smiled as his son, James Esrin paced the room rubbing the hairs on his chin beginning to grow back " Filius, you are blinding your self with your thoughts. Stop worrying about the damn Empire. When this is over, Esrin will rule" James laughed " And what of the pact with Lorsar and Drakkar?" Ontorio shrugged " Once we finish off Vinci and her allies, Lorsar and Drakkar will bow down to us" James shrugged his father's arm off of his shoulder. He strod to the corner of the room and picked up the R-3 that was put in the corner by his father. He made his way for the door before turning back, looked his father in the eye and said "Potest lupus aquilonis aeternaliter damnemur numquam pax" With that said, he strode out of the room and thus the Palazzo, leaving behind his corrupted family and his life

by **Empire of Symphonia** » Sat Jun 18, 2011 12:42 am

OOC: Invited via Polaris

The Rotunda of Human Voice, The Palace of Eternal Summer

"Huang sang jia dao!" cried a herald.

The assembled bureaucrats, noblemen, and legislators all stood up and bowed as the Celestial Emperor entered the Senate hall. The Celestial Empress, the Crown Prince, and other members of the Imperial family followed the emperor before sitting down in their seats in the center of the Rotunda.

"Let us begin with todays agenda. Please read," said the Emperor.

"First and foremost of all the matters is the state of civil war in the Empire of Italia," read the Senate Speaker," It concerns the asassination of the ruling monarchs and the rebellion of several powerful individuals. We do not have much information because we have not yet established formal diplomatic relations with Italia. In addition, this event caught us by surprise. The Defense Ministry is working on all options we can take."

"Eotteohge bulkwaegam," said the Empress," Surely Italia, a Polaris member, can recieve some support from its allied states. I would go to a friends aid if she needed it."

"True enough, shimai," said the Crown Prince," If we could send a sizable force to help them...."

"Enough, Lelouch," said the Emperor," I want to help as well, but in what way? Symphonia can't just barge into every conflict with guns blazing."

"Your Holyness, the Senator of Latium formally introduces the motion to send military aid and support to Italia to show our commitment towards the Polaris Initiative," said an elderly man," It would do well to help our allied states, would it not?"

"I must disagree with the honorable Senator of Latium," said a younger man," Celestar feels as if Symphonia fights and involves itself in wars left and right. The last major war, the Castigonian Oil War, left us in direct conflict with the Corporate Alliance. As distasteful as it may be, please remem-"

"If I may remind you," rebuked the old man," It was a justified conflict that if not answered to, would have left your province in economic shambles. And besides, this war is against the ursurpers and that kind of riff-"

"Enough, senators," cut in the Emperor," We are not here to waste time over past events. Even as we speak, innocent people are dying due to ambition. Put forth the arguements."

"As I may speak," said an elderly woman," The province of Genevira wants to remind those Senators about the many succession wars we have faced on our own. How about all those civil wars? I say we must go and help our comrades and not let them suffer as much as we did back in the old days."

There was a murmur of agreement in the Rotunda. The Celestar delegate nodded stiffly.

" I conceide the point," he said.

"Very well," said the Emperor," The vote may begin now."

After a few minutes.......

For: 134
Against: 45
Abstain: 21

The reactions were muted, and no one really made a move. There was some clapping and such, but not a whole lot.

"On behalf of the Imperial Senate and the People of Symphonia, I, Holy Celestial Emperor Aidan vi Britannia-Kiramashi will carry out the wishes of Symphonia," said the Emperor as he stood up and prepared to leave," I will be leading the troops in Italia. Holy Empress Christina will be in charge while I am gone."

With that, Emperor Aidan swept out of the Rotunda, with many people applauding as he passed by. Empress Christina and Crown Prince Lelouch followed before the heavy wooden doors leading to the main palace were closed and locked.

by **Obamacain** » Sun Jun 19, 2011 9:19 am

If you cannot rule, follow; if you cannot follow, good luck

-Frederick Gunning, Obamacainese Political Philosopher

The Past
The blood, the needles, the screaming. Knox tried to scratch himself out of the restraints holding him to the testing chair. To the left of him sat Agent Volks in a similar predicament. Volks was screaming and frantically clawing around. And the testing hadn't even begun yet.

They could hear the sound from the other rooms though, and that was the scariest part. It seemed Tim Rush in the room across the hall would never stop screaming. Knox had known Rush to be a strong man, and yet now he had been reduced to a screaming child.

Inside, Knox swore to himself that if he got out of this situation - he would quit the Special Operations.

Present Day
Near Lake Aros
Reggie Knox sighed as he viewed the battlefield. Thousands of these young men would throw their lives away this day, he was sure. The smell of the field around them would soon be infected with the disgusting scent of dead flesh. Knox had been on the Grenadines when the bombing runs had begun. Thousands of Siberian bombs fell on the island, killing thousands upon thousands of Obamacainese. Many of Knox's friends had died in a matter of seconds in the conflict.

The only thing soothing his nerves at this time was the thought that he was here to protect not to kill. Knox and his counterparts wore the field uniforms of the Obamacainese Special Operations Agency. Dragon skin armor protected their chests and they wore ballistic to shield debris and some low caliber bullets. They each carried AR-15's and M-9 pistols along with an excess of magazines in case of a firefight.

Knox nodded to Agent Padilla next to him and Agent Cruse behind him to signal them that they would be moving on. They were looking for one man in particular, the Crown Prince of Itailian Maifias. President John Duck recognized that Itailian was a strong ally to the Free Land, and so wanted to specifically protect this key leader during this turbulent time. This battle also represented a danger to the Crown Prince, from its sheer numbers and capabilities.

The group of three moved around, asking around certain officers for the location of the Crown Prince.

by **Itailian Maifias** » Sun Jun 19, 2011 6:32 pm

Luminos Forward Operating Base
Last Seed 22, 2E67

The Luminos Forward Operating Base was a loosely collective name for a two mile by two mile piece of land that was so littered with craters from Esrin artillery, tank shells and missiles that the men of the Royalist Expeditionary Force nicknamed it Fort Swiss Cheese. The REF consisted of around twelve legions who with the losses they had been taking for the past two months due to heavy fighting along the Tara Line, where now down to around one hundred thousand men in total for all twelve legions. Some legions such as the 112th Corsic Marine Legion had been decimated to one century while the 75th Vinci Legion, the legion which Master Sergeant Tyler Lombardi was a member of had most of it's original forces remaining.
Tyler himself was behind one of the various sandbag walls that the 75th had formed to use to repel the charging Esrin legion that was charging at them and had their M3A1 Champions firing at the sandbag walls, various rows of them, some over run by enemies which were later repelled but the walls were never re-manned, merely abandoned.
The wall that Tyler was crouched behind was the second to last one before you hit the trench system that had been constructed by the 54th, the unit that the 75th had relieved after it had lost eighty five percent of it's men and women.
Tyler's M2 AAR fired it's heavy caliber rounds towards the enemy, the rounds usually scoring kill shots in the torso or head and some falling to the legs in which case Tyler was forced to focus on them more till they dropped. As he heard the click indicating a empty magazine, he hurled himself to the ground as he spotted a Nord soldier aiming his LAW at the wall section where Tyler was located. Thankfully, the man had terrible marksmenship and the rocket hit the ground about two meters before the wall, sending a wall of dirt onto Tyler and his two other cohort mates that were next to him. Tyler gave out a quick breath of relief before pulling a mag out of his vest and inserting into his gun, cocking his rifle as he rose he opened fire on a Nord cohort that was attempting to zerg rush the wall with another cohort. Tyler felt something warm get him in the neck and at first he thought he was hit and then when he realized he was still shooting, he crouched down and took cover to find that the soldier next to him had taken a round to the throat and the arterial spray had gotten Tyler. Tyler stared at the body for a few seconds before he saw the man to his left go down and then he saw the cohort commander waving his rifle back in a signal to retreat before he himself was stabbed in the side with a charging Nord rifle that had a bayonet attached to the end of it. Tyler counted to three and then sprinted as fast as he could to the trenches, his beacon of hope. He heard the bullets whizz around him and then when he was about ten meters before the trenches, it was as if God himself had come down and pushed Tyler and he fell into the trenches, landing on his stomach. The soldiers in the trenches poured out a hail of lead onto the charging Nord, some manning machine guns and others firing their rifles. A soldier who had retreated with Tyler grabbed him by the back of the vest and pulled a groaning Tyler up screaming "Medic, Medic!" Tyler grabbed his arm and said " I'm fine bro, I just tripped" The man looked at him " Like hell! You took a round to the back, but apparently your vest took the brunt of it. Go on, get out of here and head down that center trench way there, make your way back to the Logisitics bunker and get yourself some ammo and a new vest"
Tyler hauled himself up and made his way through the center trenchway and then climbed over a set of trenches to make it back to his tent, his destination instead of the logistics center. He needed some fucking whiskey. As he made his way to this tent, he noticed a group of SpecOps soldiers that were unfamiliar to him asking some soldiers some questions. Keeping his rifle at the ready he walked up to them and asked " Hello there, Master Sergeant Tyler Lombardi here. Mind me asking who the fuck you are?"

by **Obamacain** » Mon Jun 20, 2011 11:16 am

The back of the military entrenchments seemed more populated by injured soldiers than by fighting ones, Reggie noticed as he passed by medical tents filled with moaning patients. Inside he could see them sprawled on makeshift beds with different ailments. Some seemed to be fine, with slight shots on their legs or their arms. These could be easily fixed and the soldiers could even be back in service very quickly.

And yet still there were many others in the tents that wouldn't make it. Blood sprung out of their wounds in such a flow that the doctors struggled to stop it. Surely medical sanitation had been upgraded since the 40's yet these places were still not clean enough for Reggie not to look in disgust.

Worse enough the screaming and moaning just reminded him of his time in Luicinas. It as hard for something not to remind him of these times, yet this image was rather striking. All of the sudden the people in the tents weren't random Itailian soldiers. They were Agent Kurik's and Agent Rush's; they were his brothers.

Around this time they confronted an Itailian soldier making his way back to his tent. The man seemed to be somewhat tense when he asked the three of them, " Hello there, Master Sergeant Tyler Lombardi here. Mind me asking who the fuck you are?". Knox at first just started pointedly at the blood that was across the man's back. Whether this was friendly or enemy blood didn't matter. This man had just come from the front lines.

"Who the fuck are we?" Knox thought before answering, "We are looking for the Crown Prince. Do you know where he is?"

by **Itailian Maifias** » Mon Jun 20, 2011 11:19 am

Tyler stared at the soldiers who seemed very out of place, their clean uniforms and freshly cleaned and polished firearms and boots seemed anachronistic to Tyler. As the soldier responded to Tyler's question, he re-adjusted his grip on his M2 AAR and then looked at them " Tell me who you are first and then maybe I'll tell you were Princeps is"

by **Obamacain** » Mon Jun 20, 2011 11:23 am

Knox sighed deeply before looking at his fellow agents with a look of despair. It didn't seem too bad to tell one individual soldier of their actual identities, "What do you want our names? Can't you just accept that we are here to help you?" Knox said in desperation before sighing again.

"My name is Reggie Knox. I am from Obamacain. In fact we all are. These," Knox said motioning to his fellow agents, "are agents Padilla and Cruse. We are part of the Obamacainese Special Operations Agency. As you know our two countries are allies. We need to ensure the protection of the crown prince."

"So," Knox said in irritation, "point us in the right direction."

by **Itailian Maifias** » Mon Jun 20, 2011 11:27 am

Tyler when he heard that they were Agents and from Obamacain immediately gave the group a not exactly crisp salute, but a salute none the less. Taking his finger of the trigger of his rifle, he smiled at the group " Shit, you should have said that earlier. I thought you were some Nord killer here to get Princeps. Anthony can be found in the Command Bunker, which you can get to if you go into those trenches there, go right for about two hundred yards and on your left there's going to be a center passageway that passes underground a bit. Go into it and you'll see a set of stairs. Take those and you got the Command Center. But you might want to identify before you start asking for the Princeps"

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